Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 643 Savior: Good brother, this is my sincerity!
"Why is this happening? It's utterly absurd..."

As Peturabo faced the scrutiny of his genetic offspring, he trembled and closed his eyes in anguish.

He didn't even dare to open his eyes, hoping it was all just some kind of illusion or hallucination.

However, all the data and logic prove that this is all true!
This area is indeed the Iron Throne Hall, and those lined up to be inspected are his own genetic offspring.

Meanwhile, the savior, the emperor of the empire, occupied his own throne!

These things happened so fast, it's unbelievable.

Who would believe that someone could seize the throne of a corrupted Primarch without taking any damage in just a few hours?

Moreover, the whole pot was served.

But Ron did it. He seized the opportunity, activated the third contingency plan, and quickly transferred the relevant supplies, equipment, and personnel.

Taking advantage of the power vacuum during the period when the Chaos Pact was in effect, he immediately summoned all the Iron Warrior commanders to the Throne Hall.

Afterwards, Ron, sitting on the Iron Throne, used his Primarch's authority and the Custodians' pressure to order the Iron Warriors commanders to remove their armor.

Then they made empty promises and prepared the army.

He quickly adjusted the existing command structure, delegating full authority and providing them with more powerful equipment.

At the same time, the mechanical goddess took over their original communications, forming a new command and communication system.

Then he gave the order for all the Iron Warriors to wait in place.

Only in this way was the initial power grab completed; otherwise, relying solely on the so-called Chaos Contract would have been insufficient to command the Iron Warrior Legion.

The Lord of Steel knew nothing of this.

Perturabo glared at the savior on the throne, gripping the Forgebreaker's hammer tightly:
"The contract I promised has been fulfilled. Why do you still want to seize my throne? This is blatant plunder and utterly dishonorable!"

The Lord of Steel began to reason instead of directly attacking the Savior.

That was an inevitable outcome.

After all, the throne room was full of the Saviors' men, more than a thousand powerful high-ranking warriors, including hundreds of fully armed veterans of the Imperial Guard.

If it really came down to a fight, I could easily beat him to a pulp.

"I'm sorry, Brother Peturabo, I did not usurp your throne."

Ron remained courteous and patiently explained:

"According to relevant data, this revitalized Chaos Fortress is also the property of the Iron Warriors Legion, and it is part of their spoils."

I was simply following the contract and collecting my due spoils. If you had won that bet, I would have handed over the spoils as agreed.

What I originally wanted was the Iron Warrior Legion, and this revitalized fortress is one of the legion's assets.

Otherwise, those steel warriors alone would not be enough to match the Dreamship and its associated exclusive vehicles.

The Primarch gene clones, along with the vast treasure trove of relics and armories within the Light Dream, are of immeasurable value.

There's also a whole bunch of Redemption Titans honor guards, and so on.

The Dream is a colossal vessel over twenty kilometers long, containing unimaginable assets and resources.

Fortunately, although the risks I took were huge, the returns were also incredibly amazing. This was a huge profit!
If you operate it properly, you might even be able to completely empty the Iron Lord's Chaos Planet.

But the prerequisite is to stabilize the situation and prevent the Iron Warriors from defecting back to the Iron Lord's side.

"Chaos Fortress may be part of the spoils, but in no way are you worthy to sit on my Iron Throne!"

Peturabo stared at the steel warriors and coldly questioned:

"The Savior has not followed the covenant and has instead taken the opportunity to seize the throne room. Do you want to follow such a dishonorable being?"

Is this how you treat the father of your genes?!

He pressured the Iron Warriors in an attempt to sway the decisions of the genetic offspring.

The Chaos Pact does require the Iron Warriors to pledge allegiance to the Savior, but he can also take them back after the pact is completed.

That would not violate the contract.

He believed that the prestige he had built up over the years could save more offspring.

This is also why Perturabo has stayed here; he is not worried about the Savior launching an attack.

If the other side does this, the Iron Warriors, who have just stabilized, will turn to our side.

“No genetic offspring would stand idly by and watch its genetic father be attacked.”

Peturabo thought so.

He has decided that if he has the opportunity to reclaim the Iron Warriors Legion, he will definitely implement a new round of screening and expel those who are disloyal.

To ensure the legion's absolute loyalty.

"This guy's playing the victim and using psychological tactics. He's trying to sway the Iron Warrior's decision and regain power..."

Ron looked at Peturabo and thought to himself.

He noticed that the expressions of some of the Iron Warrior commanders had changed, and they were clearly conflicted.

That's not a good trend.

Ron knew perfectly well why the other party had risked staying behind.

I haven't fully taken control of the Iron Warriors Legion yet, and if a conflict breaks out with Perturabo, it could very well lead to the collapse of the newly established command structure.

This is why those who seize power through coups usually treat their former rulers well.

Because the command obtained in that way is not as stable as the power gained through direct killing, and it takes time to recover.

Unless absolutely necessary, all threats should be eliminated only after power is consolidated.

I need time to gradually adjust and gain a deeper understanding.

Therefore, he did not make any move to stop or attack, allowing Peturabo to come to him.

Ron knew that besides being angry, the guy was also trying to gauge the Iron Warrior's reaction to decide whether to launch an attack.

That Lord of Steel wasn't a mindless brute, but unfortunately he was a bit indecisive and often lacked decisiveness.

Even their depravity wasn't thorough enough.

If I were in that situation, I would just charge in.

That would inevitably throw the Iron Warriors into chaos, with a significant number of them choosing to help the former Father of Genetics.

The imposing aura left over from millennia is not so easily dispelled.

"I need to keep that stubborn person in check and try my best to prevent a violent conflict from breaking out."

Ron decided on his strategy and rose from the throne to walk down the stairs.

His voice remained gentle, and he wore a smile, as if communicating with an old friend.
"Brother, there are too many misunderstandings between us. Please allow me to say a few words to the Iron Warriors."

Ron arrived in front of the Iron Warriors Commander's team and looked at the pale warrior Aharin at the front of the team.

He sensed the other's hesitation; that being remained loyal to the Lord of Steel and could betray him at any moment.

Ron gently raised his hand and carefully tidied the somewhat messy amulet ribbons on Aharin's armor.

As he tidied up, he said, “My loyal warriors, you may not understand one thing.”

That means I've never restricted you.

Aharin was somewhat moved by the Primarch's actions and straightened his chest, making himself stand more imposingly.

He felt respected.

That being even gave itself a pale white steel armor that better suited its style, based on its own pale skin.

In reality, that was just standard practice in the Savior's Territory and the Legion's forging system.

It allows for personalized decoration within a unified system.

After Ron ordered the Iron Warrior commanders to assemble, he quickly changed their armor, replacing it with armor forged by the Legion of Dread.

That was a highly regarded piece of equipment among the Chaos Warriors, and everyone was scrambling to get their hands on it; very few of them ever circulated.

So, how could the Iron Warriors, wearing their own armor and wielding their own weapons, still have the nerve to attack their adoptive father?!
Ron continued his manipulative tactics, slowly saying:
"You are all the bravest warriors, and I respect every choice and ideal you have made."

He pointed to the weapon crates piled high in the hall, used his psionic powers to lift the iron lids, and set them ablaze with malevolent flames:
"These are the weapons and equipment I purchased from the Legion of Fear, and there will be more in the future."

Those of you who are willing to fight and hope to seize fame and glory, I will give you the best weapons and armor.

Then we'll send you to the most thrilling battlefields, where you can fight and kill to your heart's content.

Aliens, heretics, and traitors alike will fall at your feet, and even the Chaos Gods will marvel at your power.

Then, Ron looked at the technical sergeants and dimensional blacksmiths:
"Those of you who are willing to study the art of Chaos Forging, I will give you any resources you desire to help you build the most powerful Chaos War Engine."

Of course, you can study any technology, whether it is useful or not.

I respect your technological ideals and will not restrict or interfere with your research.

As long as you like it, I can provide the corresponding support, with no limit on resources.

You have been deemed loyal by the Savior and the Emperor, and are free to explore the technological realm without any restrictions.

Now, the entire empire is your backing!

When he said these words, not only the technical sergeants and dimensional blacksmiths, but even Peturabo was somewhat moved.

No ruler in the galaxy has ever done this; perhaps only a savior could be so generous and have so many resources.

Of course, this was also the result Ron wanted; he needed to acquire more chaos technology to better understand the subspace.

Learn from the barbarians and develop skills to control the barbarians.

They can also use those technologies to develop or arm the Fear Legion and establish more Chaos Territories.

"If the false emperor had supported my research like a savior, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way?"

Peturabo stood there, lost in thought, his mind racing.

He even envied those technical sergeants and dimensional blacksmiths who were able to receive such selfless support.

Unlike myself back then.

The master of steel suddenly remembered the technological ideals buried deep in his heart, and was momentarily at a loss.

Even after betraying the empire and regaining his freedom, he never went on to achieve them.

Ron continued speaking: "I've said it before, I won't restrict your freedom."

He pointed at Peturabo:
"If you wish, you can even take these weapons and equipment and return to my brother's side, and accept everything as it was before."

But I hope you'll think this through carefully; you only get one chance!

Ron looked at you with the air of a godfather who respected and trusted you, and he was so righteous and awe-inspiring.

He actually just blurted it out during his speech and regretted it as soon as it left his mouth. If any Iron Warriors were to actually run away and return to the Iron Lord, they would inevitably take a large number of people with them.

He looked gently at those steel warrior commanders, but inside he was panicking.

Fortunately, after looking at each other, the Iron Warriors all chose to stay where they were instead of leaving.

Even those who are eager to make a move are like this.

They were all dressed in the armor of the savior, carrying the weapons of the savior, and that being trusted them so much.

How could they possibly betray us so shamefully and dishonorably?!
Unbeknownst to them, these steel warriors had come to see themselves as saviors.

More importantly, they don't really want to go back to their old lives.

Are they really going to abandon such a good savior and run back to accept the cruel rule and eleven-shotting of the Lord of Steel?

Moreover, they receive no recognition or respect.

At this moment, the Lord of Steel seemed to have been expelled from the Legion of Steel Warriors, and was no longer accepted by his genetic offspring.

"I failed, there's no way to salvage this..."

After witnessing this, Perturabo was deeply frustrated, realizing that it would be difficult for him to reclaim the Iron Warrior.

As the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, he had reached the point where even his genetic offspring were unwilling to pledge allegiance.

What a tragedy!
Perturabo finally realized that the Iron Warriors left not because of the oath he had forced them to make, but because they were unwilling to accept his rule in the first place.

They just didn't have a choice before.

Now that the Iron Warriors have a better option, they will inevitably abandon their genetic father.

This blow was too great, and Peturabo fell into even greater self-doubt and confusion:

“Father, I have never been a qualified commander, and I have never liked war and killing, but you have forced all of this on me.”

"This stubborn person has broken down again. Their mentality is really not good..."

Ron saw the bewildered look on Perturabo's face and knew that the other man was starting to struggle with his decision again.

This guy's mentality is much worse than Leon's.

Half of the lion's offspring betrayed him, not only bombarding his fleet but also destroying his entire home planet.

And so the lion endured it all, its will remaining steadfast.

Iron Warrior is just refusing to return; he hasn't even fired a shot yet, and his defenses are already this weak.

The difference is immediately apparent.

Peturabo is not suited to be a commander; he might be better off spending long periods of time in the laboratory, engrossed in research.

However, they cannot effectively govern a legion, nor can they withstand the immense pressure of war.

The battles that guy fought seemed more like a desperate, reckless act, built on the lives of steel warriors.

A man who disliked war, under pressure from the emperor, went from one extreme to another.

If Peturabo hadn't been so smart, that kind of playing style would have led to a complete defeat long ago.

"brother."

Ron thought for a moment, then walked toward Perturabo under everyone's watchful eyes, without any warning.

He never forgot his ultimate goal: to bring back Peturabo, the empire's most brilliant scientific mind.

With the mind of the Lord of Steel, coupled with the complete scientific research system of the Savior's Territory, the speed of scientific research will surely take off like a spiral!

"I am not your brother."

Peturabo looked up at the savior, his tone cold:
"To be more precise, we are enemies, so perhaps you can draw your sword now."

If you have even a shred of honor and courage left, then fight me to the death!

Perturabo intends to have a duel with the Savior, believing that if he defeats or kills him in the duel, he can rightfully reclaim the Iron Warrior.

Unfortunately, his verbal skills were completely ineffective.

"I will not fight you."

Ron walked step by step toward Peturabo with such imposing presence.

He said slowly, "Brother, none of this was done with malice."

This is all for your own good.

You don't like war, and you're not suited to be a commander; you're more like a scholar.

I hope you can return to the Empire, study science and technology diligently, and realize your original ideals.

Is this what you call doing it for my own good?!
Peturabo was so angry he laughed when he heard this.

He lit the Brokensmith's Hammer: "Savior, you are good at deception, but you can't treat me like a fool!"

"I'm sorry, I've always been the most sincere Primarch."

The instant Peturabo lit his weapon, Ron projected a virtual image, interrupting his attack:

"Take a look at this, and maybe you'll understand."

Those were two unregistered accounts on the psionic network, along with related records. The IDs were "Iron Heart" and "Toaster Fan".

When Peturabo saw the two accounts, he stopped abruptly, trembling all over.

That was his Spirit Network account, while the other one belonged to his friend.

The other party has not replied since going offline.

worry.

That friend was practically his only friend in the galaxy; they shared similar interests and topics of conversation.

Peturabo's rage intensified; he dropped his weapon and almost roared:
"Are you threatening me, threatening a demon prince with his life?!"

"If this is truly a threat, then it has already taken effect."

You care a lot about that person's existence; you're good friends, aren't you?

Ron said softly.

Judging from this person's conflicted state, it's clear that they don't want that netizen to die.

"Actually, we share common ideals and hobbies."

As Ron spoke, he tapped the data panel on his arm armor and sent a smiley face emoji to Peturabo.

He said very seriously:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, but I'm a toaster enthusiast and your online friend."

"impossible!"

Peturabo's eyes widened, and he felt even more confused. He had shared too many of his inner thoughts with his psychic friend.

Then he discovered that he had been deceived all along, and felt incredibly bitter.

"This is the gift I promised to give you."

Ron took the exquisite force field box handed to him by the Imperial Guard and used his psionic energy to deliver it to Peturabo.

It was a faded oil painting, depicting a smiling, mysterious woman.

"You may recognize this painting. It comes from the Renaissance era in the ancient kingdom of Terrabon and is one of Leonardo da Vinci's greatest works."

"Amazing..."

Peturab gently accepted the painting, his eyes filled with admiration, as if he had forgotten that he was in a hostile position.

That was the Mona Lisa. He had read about the painting in ancient records, but had never seen what it looked like.

But the moment he saw the painting, he knew it was Leonardo da Vinci, it was the Mona Lisa's smile as recorded.

The rare relics he had been searching for but had never found.

However, the next moment, the savior's voice came: "But I must point out that this painting is not the original, but a replica that I painted myself and gave it a vintage packaging."

I don't want to lie to you, but that's how the painting looks. It should be the most complete replica of a Leonardo da Vinci work in the galaxy.

"Of course, if you'd like, we can go to the royal treasury and retrieve another genuine Leonardo da Vinci treasure."

"You fabricated so many lies just to make me return to the empire and continue serving the false emperor?!"

Peturabo took a deep breath, his tone becoming calm:
Is this your sincerity?
"You've woven a web of countless lies to make me believe your false promises?"

He placed the painting on the ground, leaped up, ignited the furnace-breaker, and swung his hammer at the Savior:

"You're just like that false emperor, all you do is deceive people time and time again, treating them like tools!"

The Lord of Steel attacked the Savior with all his might, so resolutely, it was a duel to the death.

However, just as the giant hammer was about to fall, Perturab stopped his attack and crashed down in front of the Savior.

He saw a familiar lamp, the one he had once modified, given to the emperor, and then forgotten.

When Peturabo saw the lamp again, long-forgotten memories came flooding back.

Looking at that lamp, he seemed to see his former ideals and beliefs, and his passionate heart.

"This is my true sincerity."

I found it in a corner of the palace treasury.

Ron looked at the mechanical lamps floating in front of him and said softly:

"This is a perfect invention that should not be forgotten. It is now being promoted in many undeveloped areas of the Savior's Lands."

It brought light to people.

He used a projector to project many images.

The dim light illuminated the darkness, and in that light were elderly people, children, and a happy family.

The poor people smiled as they looked at the bright lights, as if they were looking forward to the future.

Ron smiled and said his last words: "Brother, its name is... the Peturabo Lamp."

There was a clang.

The furnace breaker's giant hammer fell to the ground.

Peturabo's emotions surged like a tsunami.

He clutched the lamp, collapsed to his knees, and wept bitterly.

(End of this chapter)