Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 672 Savior: Child, when you are born, people will call your name...

"This is……"

Ron didn't immediately glance at the emergency battle report; instead, he looked at the soul fragments floating in mid-air.

The remaining soul grew dim, as if it could vanish with the wind at any moment.

“Angron is dead, but he left a trace, which is probably the only mercy his father showed him.”

Peturabo walked over, his expression somewhat complicated.

He was also a corrupted Primarch, and seeing his equally corrupted brother die, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

Moreover, he didn't know how to face the emperor or his father in the future.

She didn't even know if her father had truly forgiven her.

"He's free now, which might be a good thing."

Ron extended his psychic powers to examine the fragment of the soul, proceeding with great caution.

Given the extent of Angron's demonic transformation, any remnant could potentially restore it to its former state.

It must be handled with care.

Fortunately, the soul fragment had no trace of chaos, nor any memory of Angron's killings.

It's very clean and pure.

The Holy Flame preserved the purest part of the Fallen Primarch's soul, preventing its complete destruction.

"It seems that the Emperor is unwilling to completely destroy Angron, or perhaps the Primarch, as a lesser god, is inherently difficult to destroy."

Ron pondered, slowly enveloping the soul fragment with psychic energy to prevent it from dissipating in the void.

Based on the relevant clues and taboo records I have obtained, almost all Primarchs have the potential to be revived.

Even those Primarchs who are considered dead by the Empire may be resurrected in various forms.

It could even be cloned and returned to the galaxy.

"But those clones are hard to say they were the original beings; they may just be another life form with residual memories."

A new life created using the remnants of a soul and its power.

Ron thought to himself.

These questions are actually difficult to define. For example, after the original body is corroded, can it still be considered as the original life form?

If someone clones themselves like Fabius and Belisarius Caul, and each clone has its own independent consciousness, which one is their true self?

No one can say for sure.

Even the emperor himself had many personalities, with vastly different traits in different periods, making it difficult to say that each one was the same person he originally was.

Perhaps it is merely a continuation of some kind of power.

Ron couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

He wondered what would happen if he went a step further in the future and split off a new personality. Which one would be him, or would they all be him?
Did the original "I" die at the moment of splitting, and become two new individuals who retained their own memories?
Ron didn't dwell on the matter, feeling he couldn't accept such a change.

After examining the body, he confirmed that the original Angron was dead and then collected the soul fragment.

The fragment of the soul could not resurrect the original Angron, but it had the opportunity to use Primarch cloning technology to cultivate a younger Angron that retained its good side.

Ron looked at everyone and shared his thoughts:
"Brothers, I will use the soul fragments to nurture a new Primarch life, a completely new Angron."

I will personally train him to become a kind and powerful warrior revered by the Empire.

At the moment of his birth, people will call his name, a new life that retains the finest qualities of humanity…

Ron has decided to "resurrect" Angron, but not the slaughterer he once was; instead, he will be a paladin with perfect human qualities.

This can be seen as atonement for the past killers and as a way to recover some of the losses for humanity.

He would personally nurture and train them, rather than letting them grow up freely like the emperor did.

It's roughly equivalent to raising young Anglon as his father.

Of course, raising a clone from the perspective of a father may raise some ethical issues.

At that time, I will be considered brothers with the Emperor, but it won't be a big problem; we'll each follow our own path.

That can also be considered a test.

See if you can use the remnants of your soul and power to cultivate your own original body.

He, the savior, also wanted to raise a group of Primarch children, just like the Emperor.

Let them fight for us, to reclaim and conquer more territory for the human empire.

Otherwise, doing everything yourself would be exhausting!
“That’s the right idea. The Empire needs more Primarchs.”

Leon nodded, completely agreeing with the idea; there was no problem with that approach.

He knew that his former fallen brother, Angron, was completely dead.

The newborn being is at most a life that inherits the other's name, not a brother from before.

The Imperium of Man originally had twenty-two loyal Primarchs, which was not enough. Now, with only five left, it is even more difficult to cope with such a vast territory and an increasing number of enemies.

In particular, the Ron brothers told him that in the future, humanity would also face the former master of the space necromancers—the Star Gods, and terrifying life forms from outside the Milky Way—the Great Devourer.

Leon could have foreseen this.

Humanity will face even greater pressure, pressure far more unbearable than the rebellion of ten thousand years ago!
"After the little guy is born, I will teach him the swordsmanship of the Caliban knight and train his will."

Leon crossed his arms and said.

He is one of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy and the most skilled swordsman, so he will surely be able to teach that newborn clone Primarch well.

"Cough, I'll teach him assault tactics, so that the little guy can have the speed of a Goliath eagle and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy."

The Khan followed closely behind, promising to impart all his skills to him.

Peturabo's mind-aiding device was operating at high speed, with various data streams passing by, making some kind of plan.

That was a plan to nurture the newborn Anglon: "Only by mastering wisdom can we win the final victory."

I will try my best to impart some knowledge to that little family member, if he can learn it.

The Primarchs are ready to teach apprentices, hoping to cultivate a Primarch commander for the Empire who possesses both wisdom and military prowess.

"No wonder you're my brothers, all vying to be my nephew's godfather, huh?"

Ron looked at the Primarchs, who were all very interested, and felt a little emotional.

It's true that brothers all want to be each other's godfather, even if they are brothers who only have one name left behind.

But he could also understand that the Primarchs had always lived in constant fear under the Emperor's majesty.

Now that they have the opportunity to nurture and guide a little life, they will certainly be very interested.

That's a good thing too.

After all, with the careful guidance of Leon and the others, little Angron will surely grow up strong and make greater contributions to the empire.

From any perspective, the Empire of Man needs more Primarchs to alleviate the immense pressure it may face in the future.

Moreover, the Primarch develops very quickly, and the young Angron will soon grow up to serve the Empire and his adoptive father.

"His Majesty!"

At this moment, a teleportation array appeared, and fully armed Imperial Guards arrived, kneeling in salute.

"This is very important, so I'm entrusting it to you. Make sure it is delivered safely to the biological cloning research base on the Dream."

Ron is unable to return for the time being, which is why he summoned the Imperial Guard for help.

He sealed the remaining fragments of Angron's soul into a crystal and solemnly handed it to the commander of the Imperial Guard.

The commander was in charge of escorting the soul fragment to its proper place.

Ron didn't want to wait too long.

He ordered the Imperial Guard to send the soul fragments to the biological laboratory as quickly as possible for related experiments on cloning the prototype.

For their biological research institute, cloning the original was not a difficult task.

After all, that laboratory preserved almost all the genes of the Primarchs and the Emperors, and had extensive experience in cloning, having cloned many bodies for himself.

In this situation, cloning a small Angron shouldn't be a big problem.

Ron hopes that the Primarch, Little Angron, can be born, develop, and then be trained as soon as possible.

In short, the faster the better.

Because soon the empire will face even greater pressure.

If all goes well, in the future, we may be able to use other souls, fragments of power, and our own genes to cultivate more Primarchs of our own.

"As you wish, we will carry out this mission with our lives."

The commander of the Imperial Guards carefully took the Soul Crystal, placed it in a special alloy container for protection, and locked the container to his body.

Then he led the Imperial Guard back to the Dream.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease after watching the Imperial Guards leave.

After dealing with the fragments of Angron's soul, he truly resolved the terrifying beast.

Now, nothing can stop their recapture of the Vostonia region.

After that, he began to read the urgent battle report again. Ron looked at the report without much worry; although it was urgent, it wasn't a catastrophic event.

Instead it's a good thing.

“Brother Ron, how is it?!” Peturabo looked at the Savior and asked with concern.

He was a little anxious.

Peturabo had more research ideas in mind.

He hoped to end the war as soon as possible and then go to the Chaldun region to establish his own planetary experimental base.

That was the great cause he had waited for and dreamed of for thousands of years.

This Lord of Steel will soon be able to research various technologies and civilian technologies as a loyal Primarch, using his knowledge and wisdom to build a more prosperous and powerful empire.

Ron looked at his Primarch brothers and smiled:
"Brothers, maybe we can start thinking about where to hold the victory celebration."

According to the military department's battle report, the army is accelerating the recapture of relevant areas in the Vostonia Pan-Star Sector.

The situation is great!
Rumbling--

Ron sensed something and looked up into the void, where he could faintly see many stars and bursts of fire among the constellations.

That was the Redemption Fleet attacking various node areas, annihilating the chaotic demon army.

With the retreat of the gods and the destruction of the most important node of the large chaos array—the corrupted Angron—the chaos array covering this area is collapsing.

Ron observed through his psionic vision that the influence from the warp was gradually weakening, and the terrible storms that had gripped many of the core nodes of the Vostoria Pan-Sector were dissipating.

Moreover, the Chaos Demons were also fleeing rapidly, returning to the Warp in large numbers.

"It seems that those subspace parasites have cut their losses in time and begun to withdraw their troops."

They abandoned their long-planned invasion of Vostonia.

Ron said that.

Meanwhile, subspace.

The Chaos Gods, their bodies gleaming gold, gazed upon the region of Vostonia, and all fell silent.

Their forces in this region were already insufficient to resist the imperial army; the longer it dragged on, the greater the losses would be, with no possibility of recovery.

It would be better to retreat then.

"This is not truly the end; the great game never stops..."

Although the true gods of the warp were somewhat angry, they were not discouraged.

They knew that temporary gains and losses meant nothing.

Especially given that the vast majority of their own army was on the battlefield in the highest heavens.

This invasion of Vostonia is just a ripple in the grand game.

I have a long and eternal life to win the final victory.

However, the next moment, the originally calm emotions of the Chaos Gods were stirred up, turning red and causing a surge in the warp.

They saw the Savior raising the middle finger in the Vostonia region using his subspace power.

That is undoubtedly a desecration and an insult.

These true gods of the subspace were somewhat disheartened and withdrew their attention from the Vostonia region.

Then, silently deal with the foul, cursed energy within the domain.

Yes, the savior won, and is still chasing after them by the spring, mocking them!

……

"Tch, so you finally know to go back, huh?"

After using his psionic taunts to drive away the Chaos Gods, Ron felt quite at ease. Otherwise, being constantly watched by those parasites would have been rather uncomfortable.

He was all smiles, convinced that he would win, and win big!
His army is now frantically hunting down the fleeing demons, trying to eliminate as much of the Chaos's remaining forces as possible.

The Chaos Gods must be severely punished, so that they will suffer greatly.

Although the demonic army of the warp parasites is vast, the number of troops that can be mobilized and deployed into the galaxy at any time is not as many as one might imagine.

They invested so much evil energy and resources to send the demons into the material world, and if they were all wiped out and resurrected...

That's double the loss!

Now, under orders from the Ministry of Military Affairs, the Imperial Army has blocked all the return rifts and is besieging the demons.

He could hear the demons' pain and wails.

Suddenly, Ron seemed to realize something and exclaimed in shock, "Where are my assault troops? Where did those guys go?!"

……

Kalista, the Chaos Battlefield region.

"O Lord of Change, humanity has blocked our path..."

"They're catching up!"

"Gah!"

The Chaos Demons had almost never experienced such a horrific ordeal. Couldn't they just stop invading the galaxy and return to the warp?!

In the past, even if an invasion mission failed, the most that would happen was to abandon the attack and spare the Empire once.

They were able to retreat safely.

After all, for thousands of years, the Empire's victories in the Chaos Wars have always been measured by the retreat of the demons.

Humanity's ability to hold out is a victory in itself.

Under these circumstances, the Imperial army would neither be able to pursue the demons nor have the capability to do so.

But under the influence of the savior, everything changed.

For the first time, the demons felt the pressure from the imperial army and were filled with even greater fear of the savior.

They were defeated, and a massive siege was underway.

"For the savior!"

The Storm Legion's armored forces, in high spirits, are charging and pursuing the fleeing demon army.

They were in high spirits.

"Your Majesty, what have I seen..."

The priest scribe trembled as he looked at the scene before him; it was a sight never before seen in the empire.

A group of mortal warriors are chasing and fighting a demon?!

In the past, even Space Marines might not have been able to display such prowess.

As for mortal warriors, it's already a miracle if they don't tremble or become corrupted in the face of demons.

However, in his field of vision, a few mortal warriors were chasing a large number of demons as if they were in an empty field.

Humanity has never been so powerful!
The priest's scribe grabbed a parchment and began to write furiously, recording this sacred moment.

"Shoot, shoot! Kill these abominations!"

Old York led his individual combat armored squad, growing stronger with each battle against the horde of demons.

Their firepower never stopped, unleashing all their ammunition as if pouring out their fury upon chaos.

These ordinary warriors were so proud; they felt the power of being human and were at peace with themselves.

They knew they had a powerful empire behind them, making them invincible!

"Quickly, arrest them all! This is a task assigned by His Majesty the Great Savior!"

Tiberius is leading the Shark Legion to assist the Demon Research Institute in capturing some special demons.

Those demons will be used to experiment with related technologies and weapons.

For example, subspace projection broadcasting and jamming technologies, as well as various new types of weapons.

This chapter leader was always unusually enthusiastic about any mission related to the savior, to the point of fawning, a complete lackey.

The Maneater Warriors are now equipped with luxurious new gear, even their paint jobs are made of the highest quality anti-fel materials.

They carried golden, gleaming crosses depicting the Savior, and played hymns; their presence was truly awe-inspiring.

"All demons, put your hands behind your heads and crouch down!"

"Don't be afraid, His Majesty the Savior only needs a small number of special demons. The other demons will survive and return to the warp!"

"Any resistance will only invite brutal slaughter!"

The shark warriors surrounded the area in small numbers.

They used the latest biological weapons, such as the Hellfire Grenade, to brutally execute a group of demons before carrying out their threats.

The icon of the savior and the terrifying weapons terrified the demons.

They crouched down in fear, not daring to make any further moves, as if they had entered some kind of concentrated camp, awaiting their fate.

(End of this chapter)