Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 644 Guilliman: Waaaaah, brothers, you haven't forgotten about me, have you?!
It was more than just a lamp.

Rather, it is Peturabo's long-forgotten ideals and beliefs, painful memories, and evidence of his humanity.

He was considered a freak, and his ideal career, which he had always longed for, was ignored by the emperor and his brothers.

They did not receive understanding or support.

Now the savior and emperor understands his past efforts and promotes the mechanical creations he invented.

They accomplished what the emperor had promised but failed to do.

All that the Savior did was like a bright light illuminating his dark inner world.

Peturabo's emotions, suppressed for millennia, suddenly erupted with immense intensity.

This caused one of the Primarchs to lose control of his emotions and cry.

At this moment, his humanity returned, completely overwhelming the chaos.

The Lord of Steel realized that he had made so many mistakes that he had extinguished his ideals.

Perhaps it's not anyone else's fault, but his own.

He buried his ideals with his own hands and walked step by step into the abyss.

Is there any way to undo what I've caused?

Peturabo thought so.

He saw no hope of redemption; he had become a blasphemous figure, a demon prince.

"The Empire cannot forgive a corrupt Primarch."

I will never have the chance to study those technologies again to shape an ideal nation…

As Peturabo thought about this, his grief intensified.

Difficult to control.

The Iron Warriors, seeing the Iron Lord kneeling and weeping, also felt their spirits sink.

They seem to have realized that their genetic father was not as ruthless and cruel as they had imagined.

The changes in the Steel Lord's thoughts and emotions awakened the humanity in more of his genetic offspring.

They were never corrupted by chaos, nor did they become slaves to chaos.

"That guy's acting up again, but at least it's a good thing."

Ron observed Peturabo in front of him and thought to himself.

He could tell that the other person was gradually shaking off the influence of chaos and was regaining their lost humanity.

Perhaps this is the advantage of being a conflicted person; even if they fall into depravity, they are not completely corrupt and can still sway back and forth.

Those like Anglong or Fugen are very difficult to save.

Ron remained silent, making no move.

He was waiting for Peturabo to finish venting his emotions. The guy had been suppressing them for too long and definitely needed time to release those negative feelings.

I do not know how long it has been.

Peturabo gradually calmed down and regained control of his thinking.

However, at that moment, a hand landed on his shoulder:
"Brother, I believe you have seen my sincerity. Now I formally invite you to return to the Empire."

Ron said very firmly:
"Don't worry, I'm in charge of the empire now. No one can oppose my decisions, not even the Emperor himself!"

Now I am the true emperor of the empire, while the old emperor is at most the retired emperor, and the kind who sits on a golden toilet.

I've been retired for a long time.

The Emperor is currently focused on the warp and rarely concern himself with matters concerning the galaxy.

"But……"

Peturabo was somewhat tempted.

But when he saw his deformed arm, he hesitated again.

Corrupted by chaos, I have long since become a demonic being, and it is probably impossible for me to reintegrate into the human world.

"It's just a demon prince, no big deal. Humanity needs all kinds of talent these days."

Ron understood this conflicted person's mindset perfectly and reassured him:

"It's not just you. Magnus has already returned to the Empire and is now studying the Chaos Array with the Emperor."

The Emperor has realized his mistakes and is trying to make amends; he will accept you.

He directly forgave Peturabo on behalf of the Emperor, including making him admit his mistake, and prepared to go back and work on the Emperor himself.

"I've really been working myself to the bone for the empire, and for the messy affairs of the Emperor's entire family!"

Ron sighed inwardly and thought to himself.

But as the emperor of the empire, it is my duty to maintain good relations with both the internal and external forces and to quell conflicts between various parties.

Unfortunately, his current position is too secure, it is a dictatorship even more severe than autocracy, and he has little opportunity to implement checks and balances.

Ron glanced at Perturabo's demonic body and comforted him:

"As for your appearance, that's not a problem at all."

I'll cultivate a semi-original clone body for you then, and I guarantee you won't be able to tell the difference!

It's just a demon prince, that's not a problem, as long as it's beneficial to the empire.

In the future, even the emperor might be able to eliminate the influence of chaos.

Moreover, Perturabo's fel energy and mutation level are not even as good as his own.

He, the savior and emperor of the empire, was almost becoming Diablo, the god of chaos.

He also simultaneously serves as the Green-skinned deity Rogo, the will of the Tyranid hive, the supreme overlord of the Dark Eldar, and the father of the Machine Goddess, among other roles.

This is the kind of identity information that would make even a judge faint on the spot, and then the file would be sealed.

Who among humanity is more heretical and monstrous than myself? Isn't that far more exciting than a mere demon prince?!
Of course, the right to interpret heresy and alienation now lies with us.

Even if you directly tell the court that you are a heretic or an alien, the judges will still shout that you are holy.

Apart from the sacred sun, no one is more holy than the savior, the emperor of the empire.

Even if one is a heretic or an alien, one is a sacred heretic or an alien.

Of course, Peturabo's current appearance and deeds still seem a bit out of place back at the Imperial Palace.

Fortunately, given his personality, he probably won't wander around after returning to the Empire, but will instead stay in the lab as a recluse, doing research.

At worst, I can set up a star sector for him as an experimental base, allowing him to research related technologies to his heart's content.

"That false emperor... no, my father forgave me and even admitted his mistakes?!"

Upon hearing this, Peturabo's heart was completely tipped in favor of returning to the Empire.

That emperor, that father, will forgive him, and the empire will accept his return.

Isn't that what he's been searching for all along?
This may be the only chance; once missed, it can never be recovered.

Seeing that Peturabo was wavering, Ron intensified his attack.

He quickly sent the relevant documents to the other party: "These are the resources and personnel support you can obtain after you return to the Empire."

And you can take a look at the projects you might be responsible for.

Those are massive supplies of scientific research resources, including several foundry worlds, hundreds of thousands of technical priests, and many more related departmental resources.

It's equivalent to a massive mechanical cult, and they all serve the Lord of Steel.

As for the projects in the document, most of them are the latest civilian scientific research projects and a small part are war technologies.

Those are things that the Lord of Steel might be interested in.

Precise control.

"Such abundant resources make the empire far wealthier than it was during the Great Expedition..."

Peturabo's eyes lit up when he received the documents.

After falling into chaos, resources are extremely scarce, and there is no normal resource replenishment system at all.

They often rely on Iron Warriors to raid resources from the Empire or the Aliens.

His mechanical army was built up little by little over those ten thousand years.

Under the leadership of the savior, the empire developed rapidly, and its ability to mine and collect resources increased significantly.

If I were to return to the empire, I would receive unimaginable resources without worrying about depletion.

"What a perfect system!"

Peturabo was even more amazed after seeing the Savior's scientific research system, and immediately saw its benefits.

Unlike the old imperial research system where researchers worked in isolation.

At the Savior's Temple, hundreds of thousands of technical priests form a comprehensive research system covering all aspects of scientific research.

For any possible technology or module, there are relevant basic researchers who provide support to the person in charge.

This allows him to simultaneously undertake tens of thousands of projects and explore the field of technology to his heart's content.

And it is not limited by human resources and resources.

Not to mention, there's the massive computing power provided by the Mechanical Goddess, a rare resource that any scientific researcher would covet.

This is actually a savior's way of winning over those great sages.

The Savior's Territory provides comprehensive facilities for high-level talents, taking care of everything from living conditions to research and work.

Even the great sage Belisarius Caul chose to join the Savior's research system. "By the way, here's a blank application form. Fill in whatever kind of support you need."

Before Peturabo could react, Ron waved his hand and sent a blank application document to the other party.

His generosity was so great:

"Scientific research is not an easy thing and requires more support. As long as the Empire has it and I can get it, I will get it for you."

You should start researching it as soon as possible, whether it's energy, materials, high technology, or various civilian technologies.

The future prosperity and well-being of the empire depend on you!

Blank application documents have no restrictions and offer very high privileges.

That means that whatever the owner wants, they just need to fill it in, and the transportation department will provide the necessary resources in the shortest possible time.

At that moment, the savior in Peturabo's eyes was practically shining with golden light, so dazzling and radiant.

Isn't such a generous sponsor the dream of every researcher and scholar?

Even the emperor of that time, that father, could not arbitrarily mobilize so many resources.

After all, his relationship with the Cult of Mechanics was merely one of cooperation at the time, unless he used his power and force to forcibly demand it.

But the Saviour can; his control over the Cult of Mechanics is even deeper than that of the Emperor.

That's inevitable.

Ron is now the father of the Mechanicus, the father of the Mechanicus Goddess, and the god who controls the psionic network and Gearcoin!
“Savior, I…”

Peturabo had absolutely no reason to refuse; his eyes were filled with an urgent desire to conduct scientific research.

His ideals burned brightly, and he wanted to return to the Empire immediately to conduct research!
But before he could finish speaking, the savior interrupted him.

"Brother, there's no need to rush."

You have plenty of time to consider this matter carefully; the Human Empire welcomes your return at any time.

Ron reached out and helped Petura Bora up, his manner kind and gentle.

He knew this stubborn man needed time to think, and agreeing too early would not be a good thing.

What if the other party changes their mind halfway through? That would be such a hassle!
They need to establish a foundation of trust and brotherhood before they can avoid future conflicts.

"We have something more important to do."

Ron looked at Perturabo with a serious expression: "Do you want to take revenge on Chaos?"

I remember that you were once robbed of your essence by that traitor Fugen, and thus suffered the corruption of chaos.

Now we have an opportunity to attack him, an opportunity for revenge!

As he spoke, he sent the other party the location information about Fugen and the Chaos Duel Arena.

The Emperor and Magnus located the chaotic arena based on the remaining data on the psionic network.

"Fugen!"

Perturabo saw the arrogant, deserving-of-a-beating look of the Fallen Phoenix projected by the Savior.

Suddenly he was furious.

He recalled everything that his fallen brother had done, not only deceiving him but also using a special artifact to steal a large portion of his essence.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen so low and become a demon prince.

"In that case, let's go find that guy and settle the score. It's time to put an end to our past grievances."

Peturabo's gaze darkened as he accepted the savior's invitation.

"Brothers."

Ron used his psionic powers to pick up the Forgebreaker's hammer and personally handed it to the other party:
"When the time comes, we brothers will fight side by side and show that show-off what cruelty is!"

This was one of his goals: to get Peturabo involved in rescuing the Guilliman Brothers.

More people mean more strength, and it's also safer.

More importantly, this fosters brotherhood, and nothing cultivates brotherhood better than sharing a gun together.

"I will show that guy the terror of the Chaos Mechanical Legion."

Peturabo said this.

Although I lost in the contest of mechanical skills, it doesn't mean that the Chaos Mechanical Legion is incompetent.

Previously, only a small portion was deployed for the competition; if a large-scale deployment were to occur, even the Savior might not be able to withstand it.

That's the accumulation of ten thousand years!

However, when he tried to contact the Chaos Mechanical Army using the Armor of Laws, he found that the signals were interrupted and the previous connection was just a disguise.

In other words, he had lost control of the Chaos Mechanical Legion.

"Brother, what's going on now?" Peturabo was stunned, his body trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath and looked wistfully at the savior.

"Excuse me, isn't the signal center of your Chaos Mechanical Army located inside this Chaos Factory?"

Ron was a little embarrassed and explained to the other party:

"So I casually had the Mechanical Goddess hack into the signal center and take away the command authority..."

Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to seize command of the Chaos Mechanical Legion. But he infiltrated the enemy's ranks this time.
"smoothly?
"Is this even human language?!" Peturabo was numb, and his heart was trembling.

That Chaos Mechanical Legion was his last fighting force after losing the Iron Warriors.

That was his hope for a comeback.

He could imagine what would have happened if he had refused to return to the empire.

I'll probably be left all alone, and maybe even my base, the Chaos Fortress world of Maidengard, will be emptied out.

Thus, he went bankrupt and lost everything.

The savior as an enemy is simply too ruthless!

"Don't worry, why would I take my brother's things? I'll have the Mechanical Goddess return the command to you right now."

Ron said that.

Now that the Lord of Steel has almost agreed to return, he's practically one of us, so continuing like this would be a bit unfair.

However, Perturabo refused: "No, the Chaos Machine Legion is still yours. I will not participate in any war command in the future, nor will I serve as the legion commander."

"Iron Warrior, my genetic offspring, I entrust the leadership to you."

This Lord of Steel has realized that he is not a qualified commander and is no longer willing to participate in wars or do things he does not like.

He wants to spend all his time exploring and researching technology.

After saying these words, Peturabo felt a sense of relief and even a hint of happiness.

He looked at the savior with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping to gain some kind of recognition.

Peturabo was still quite uneasy.

He feared that the savior would reject the offer and allow him to continue commanding the legions and participating in the war.

That would only prove that saviors and emperors are not much different; they are merely deceiving and exploiting one's own intelligence and knowledge.

This is tantamount to a kind of test.

Or perhaps, this Lord of Steel lacked confidence and didn't feel qualified to pursue such an ideal and become a pure scholar.

"That's even better, I respect your decision, brother!"

Ron patted Peturabo on the shoulder happily and said very seriously:

"It would be a waste of your talent to send a top scholar like you to the battlefield."

The empire needs a top-notch scholar more than a general.

From now on, you don't need to worry about anything; just do what you like!

"Ah."

Peturabo nodded and fell silent, showing little reaction, but his beast-like face was already filled with tears.

He accepted his savior as his good brother!
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Meanwhile, somewhere hidden in subspace.

The Chaos Duel Arena remained noisy, with the Chaos Demons cheering and enjoying the torture inflicted on the Primarch.

Within the illusion, the interaction between the Primarch and the Eldar elicited cheers from the demons.

"I'm afraid I can't hold on much longer..."

Guilliman was covered in wounds and looked very weak.

He had been stripped naked and hung in the air above the dueling arena for a very, very long time—weeks, months, or even years?
It seems like it will never come.

During this time, they were surrounded by onlookers from all walks of life, and even humiliating videos were filmed. The trap of pleasure is so terrifying and dangerous!
The Primarch suddenly had a terrible thought: "My brothers haven't forgotten about me, have they?"

Or perhaps some kind of subspace turbulence has caused a delay in the arrival of support.

Late support is a terrible thing; you don't know how long you'll have to wait.

Guilliman inexplicably realized how long his experience of being late in supporting Holy Terra had been.

This time he truly understood!

The Primarch had never hated being late so much and was plunged into deep despair.

Then he thought of something else: the Lord of Pleasure had set up an even more dangerous illusionary trap, waiting for the arrival of the savior.

Furthermore, it will spread the illusions of itself and the other person to the psionic network!

(End of this chapter)