Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 674 Perturabo: #$@!%, I'd recognize you even if you were ashes!
"Titus, execute the order immediately: all personnel retreat to the galaxy!"

Ron was completely numb and used his psychic powers to issue a retreat order to the assault team.

I had previously instructed the assault troops to be more aggressive and to pursue and eliminate as many demons as possible.

But who could have imagined that Titus was too reckless and accidentally ventured deep into the warp?

They're almost at the headquarters of the Chaos Gods!
This greatly worried Ron, and even his tone became stern:
"What exactly are you guys trying to do? If I don't stop you, are you planning to destroy the Chaos Gods' lair?!"

The situation is very dangerous now. The area where Titus and his group are located is the home ground of the Warp and the Chaos Gods.

If they are not careful, their assault troops could be wiped out.

That's a third of our elite troops! If they all die, we'll be devastated and our strength will be severely damaged!

"Your Majesty, I will return immediately to accept your punishment."

Titus was reprimanded, and his originally ruthless and demon-slaying demeanor became somewhat subdued.

The high-ranking commander realized his mistake and set out to rectify it.

He must preserve this assault force, or even death cannot atone for his sins.

"I will project a psionic beacon onto you, allowing the think tank to proceed at top speed..."

Ron wasted no time and tried to guide the assault team back.

Before he could finish speaking, the fel storm severed his connection with the assault team, and he lost his psionic vision.

That was the method of the Chaos Gods.

They stirred up a storm, attempting to attack their own army!

Meanwhile, the Saviors' assault force was suddenly engulfed by a chaotic cataclysm.

The soldiers were thrown into confusion.

"Assemble for defense!"

Titus roared as he gave the order, struggling to maintain his form amidst the warp storm.

Like the soldiers, he lost his sense of space, and even walking normally became extremely difficult.

This unit is collapsing!
quack quack!
In a daze, the resilient soldier heard the calls of unusual birds.

He looked up and saw a flock of blood-red crows amidst the storm of the warp...
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A few months later.

Vostonia, the nest of Desius.

Upper Nest District.

A grand victory celebration is underway, and the crowd is jubilant.

Countless fireworks burst forth in the atmosphere, creating a dazzling display of light, and the image of a fleet forming a sacred savior could be faintly seen in space.

"That great being fulfilled its promise; we all survived..."

At the front of the parade, Marco, the eldest son and leader of the parade, was getting used to his prosthetic mechanical leg and thought to himself.

Shortly after he was discharged from the field hospital, he was invited to participate in the victory celebration parade.

At this moment, the eldest son, the leader of the regiment, remembered the promise the savior had made when he saved him.

Now all those promises have been fulfilled.

His Majesty the Savior has repelled the invading Chaos Evil, liberating all of Vostoria. The scars in the Void are fading, and the stars are shining brightly once more.

Marco looked at the familiar faces around him and exchanged a smile with the regimental commander, Yapol, standing next to him.

So many lives have been saved in this area, and people are filled with hope.

Many things he was familiar with have also changed.

It is said that the Tri-Headed Technical and Political Council has sworn complete obedience to His Majesty the Savior, and the nobles and officials are willing to accept any changes.

They will be incorporated into the new empire's system, and many planets in the region will be terraformed.

There were also some new things, Olsen, the clerk of the Saviour's Propaganda Department stationed in Vostonia, told the eldest sons.

Soon, the eldest sons will all have the right to access the psionic network.

They can connect with more regions through the Spirit Network; the entire liberated empire can communicate through the network.

"That was a miracle!"

Marco thought to himself that he had contacted the Military Affairs Department in the Pacific Sector before participating in the march.

He applied for the relevant subsidies and compensation in accordance with the latest regulations.

That generous sum of Throne Coins and Credit Points would be enough to provide a better life for his family.

"And those eldest sons who died will also receive compensation, and their families will not be plunged into misery..."

Marco suddenly thought of another problem.

While the Volstonian Firstborn were well-equipped and well-supplied, not all of them were nobles; most came from impoverished families.

Because their service was atonement in nature, to atone for the mistakes of their ancestors, the pay was meager and there was almost no compensation.

Families who lose their eldest son and are unable to continue atonement often have to pay more taxes, thus falling into extreme hardship or even starvation.

That's how it was in the old empire; even the noble citizens of Holy Terra couldn't have a very good life.

Fortunately, the Savior is now in power, and many things are improving.

Although the eldest sons retain the tradition of atonement, they will be treated the same as elite mortal armies, and their families will also receive better rewards.

Those are the laws of the new empire.

Every warrior will receive the reward they deserve.

Soon after, Marco, on behalf of his eldest son's regiment, had to personally deliver condolences to the families of the fallen.

Thinking about these things, he couldn't help but feel terrible, unsure how to face the families of his eldest son who had died in battle.

Just as Marco was pondering this, the parade gradually came to a stop, clearly having reached the planned area.

He looked up.

Before me stands a hundred-meter-tall statue of the Savior, adorned with jewels and gold, gleaming under the starlight.

The regimental commander, like the other soldiers, had eyes full of reverence.

That savior, the emperor of the empire, saved Vostoria and was humanity's only hope.

In a daze, Marco noticed that the statue of the Savior seemed to radiate a gentle light, so sacred.

He gazed at the icon and gradually fell into a state of tranquility.

"Praise be to the Savior..."

Marco's hidden pain was soothed, and he felt a sense of relief he had never experienced before. He was no longer afraid of facing the family of his eldest son who had died in battle.

He knew it was his duty to do this well in order to comfort the grieving families.

Without realizing it, he developed a greater reverence for the savior.

Not only the group leader, but people's negative emotions gradually dissipated.

It's as if looking at the image of the saint can bring peace and tranquility, thereby generating more positive emotions.

The cult of saviors and emperors is spreading.

Afterwards, the procession continued on to the main square, where they witnessed the figure of that great being, the virtual projection of which was so enormous.

The Savior, the Imperial Emperor, and the Primarchs attended the victory celebration and addressed the people of the Volstonian Pan-Sector and the Empire.

They made more promises about the future.

Viewing stand.

"Old Guy ultimately missed out on popping the champagne..."

Ron gazed at the jubilant scene stretching to the horizon, feeling quite moved.

Guilliman got lost during the previous battle and no one knows where he ended up in the warp.

No news at all.

Fortunately, Old Guy is relatively difficult to kill, so there's no need to worry too much.

Ron attended the victory celebration along with Leon, Khan, and Peturabo.

Due to his sensitive status, Perturabo was completely covered in the Armor of Laws and wore a Black Stone device that could suppress evil energy. Even his paint job was made of Black Stone.

This brother will need a long time to control the evil energy within him and gradually eliminate it, transforming it into normal psionic energy.

That was no easy task, but with the Emperor's help, it wasn't impossible.

Moreover, by absorbing the essence of Angron's power, he could also eliminate negative emotions and alleviate the darkness in his brother's heart.

"The pain in people's hearts is easing, and the empire will be able to recover from its suffering more quickly in the future."

Ron looked down at the jubilant crowd and could sense the shifts in their emotions, with more of the negative feelings being absorbed by the Sun of Hope.

He truly felt the power of the new authority; it was practically a powerful tool for the emperor's rule.

It can further reduce corrosion.

Moreover, even their own image became more easily accepted and worshipped because of that power.

It is hoped that the sun will absorb the essence of the power left behind by Angron, making it even more powerful.

It was a huge success!
Ron and his Primarch brothers stayed at the celebration for about a Terra time, meeting with local nobles, officials, commanders, and so on.

That was one of the few opportunities, perhaps the only one, for members of the Empire to meet the Emperor and the Primarch.

For the local nobles, officials, and commanders, it was an unimaginable honor, a symbol of their family's prestige.

It can also be said to be unique political capital.

They will record it in the family history with the utmost seriousness and reverence, so that even after thousands of years, it can still be talked about.

Even someone like Marco, who only had brief contact with the savior and the emperor, received better development because of this honor.

Countless people envied him; he was the one who was personally saved by the savior, the emperor of the empire.

This special and sacred experience made him noble, thus gaining acceptance from more nobles and gradually becoming a new member of the nobility.

This is the power of the emperor, the ruler of trillions of lives in the empire. Even unconscious radiation can change the fate of many.

Under such circumstances, people naturally flock to it.

Ron received the people's homage on the throne, and then hurriedly returned to the Dream with his Primarch brothers.

As for matters related to the Vostonia Pan-Star Zone, they will be handled by officials from the Royal Court District. ...

Dreamship, rest area.

The artificial sun shines brightly, and the plants in the garden grow lushly, exuding a soothing atmosphere.

There were also many furry alien creatures lying on the grass, whimpering softly, which was very soothing.

Despite the scene before him, Ron remained melancholy, showing none of the serenity he had displayed during the celebration.

"Sigh, the situation is not optimistic. I don't even know if the search team will be able to find Titus and the others..."

Although the Guilliman brothers were also missing, it wasn't so worrying; the guy would naturally come back when the time came.

But Titus and his group are a cause for concern; they are an elite force that has been lost in the warp.

Its members are all veterans drawn from various legions, making them the elite of the elite.

If the elite of the first echelon were to be lost, it would be a major blow to the empire, a loss so severe it would be devastating.

Moreover, new problems are constantly emerging.

So during this period, Ron was experiencing mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, joyful because he had won the war.

They not only destroyed the giant Chaos Array and freed the ancient artifact, the Subspace Shield Machine, but also reclaimed the Vostonia region.

Now the expeditionary fleet can spread outwards more quickly and reclaim the hazy star field.

There are no obstacles.

Moreover, this battle also dealt a blow to several corrupted Primarchs, successfully dealt with Angron and Fugen, and brought Peturabo back to the Imperium.

He also recruited a large number of Chaos Warriors and demons to form the Burning Legion, which is stationed in the demon worlds of Maidengard (Fortress World) and Oriansis (Throne of Pleasure World).

That will be humanity's bridgehead for future expansion into subspace.

In addition, he obtained the Maugta Stone artifact, which gave him a new power essence that was better able to deal with the corruption of chaos.

Ron believed that after this battle, the Empire would have gained a huge advantage and would no longer have to worry about the invasion of the Chaos Gods.

After all, the corrupted Primarchs in the hands of the Chaos Gods have been almost completely lost, while the loyal Primarchs on the Empire's side are constantly returning.

With one side gaining and the other losing, there's nothing to fear.

However, he was still too young. The Chaos Gods, as expected of eternal beings who had lived for countless years, quickly began to turn the tide.

Now his elite troops are trapped in warp space and have lost contact.

Moreover, some of the gains that were initially thought to be achieved are also being lost.

For example, those corrupted primates.

The fallen phoenix Fugen had already been sent back to the Black Throne Palace in Dawn City to be tortured by the Emperor's fatherly love.

This would correct that guy's cross-dressing fetish and perverted thinking, and see if there's any chance he can return to the empire.

However, the Fallen Phoenix's perversion was irreversible, and he even publicly blasphemed the Emperor, making him utterly beyond redemption.

Therefore, a few days ago, the Emperor, exhausted, decided to personally clean house and execute this rebellious son who had severely injured and killed several Primarch brothers.

However, what was unexpected was that the Chaos Gods had still kept a trump card.

They intervened at a crucial moment and, through some means, reclaimed the soul of the fallen phoenix, Fugen.

Even though the emperor intervened in time, only half of the pure soul remained.

Moreover, Mortalian, the Lord of Death, and Magnus, the Crimson King, who were also imprisoned in the Throne Hall, suffered a similar fate.

Those souls, at least half corrupted by the Primarchs, returned to the hands of the Chaos Gods, now purer and darker.

In a short period of time, they regained a considerable amount of strength.

"The Emperor was too careless. If there had been a warp-locked device, perhaps all of this could have been stopped..."

Ron felt quite moved as he looked at the artificial sun in the garden.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head. That was only temporary; with his current subspace containment technology, it wouldn't last long.

Even though the Chaos Gods truly wanted to reclaim those souls, they were still unable to defend themselves.

Unless the Emperor is determined from the outset to destroy all corrupted Primarchs as he did with Angron.

However, now that it has happened, there is no going back.

Suddenly, Ron sensed something and turned around. Perturabo was walking towards him.

He looked at the other man and asked with concern, "Brother, there shouldn't be any problem with the evil energy within you, right?"

Ron was a little worried that his brother's soul would also be taken by the Chaos Gods, so he immediately arranged for his brother to have many black stone devices.

Suppress evil energy as much as possible.

Fortunately, nothing unusual has happened so far, perhaps because the other party is in a state of complete chaos.

It is not under the jurisdiction of the Chaos Gods.

"I am fine."

When Peturabo saw how much the savior cared for him, a smile appeared on his originally cold face.

He felt a warmth in his heart.

This also reflects the influence of the new power of the savior, making it more approachable.

After discussing the missing assault team with Peturabo, Ron temporarily put the matter aside.

He knew that worrying would be futile; the affairs of the empire were numerous and complex, and there were many more important matters.

For example, things related to the Primarch are the very foundation of the Empire.

Ron is now gradually understanding the Emperor's mindset back then: there are too many territories to reclaim and manage, and too many enemies to deal with.

They simply can't be in two places at once.

Without splitting one's personality, it is difficult to simultaneously appear in multiple areas to deal with a constant stream of enemies.

He also didn't want to be immersed in endless battles and political affairs 24 hours a day, as that could easily lead to mental problems.

This is where the importance of Primarchs becomes apparent; each Primarch is like a general, a legion.

They are able to maintain a long-term presence in the area, helping them to deal with more enemies.

In short, I need more Primarchs, the more the better!
"Brother, is the biological lab ready?" Leon walked over, maintaining the etiquette of a Caliban knight.

But Ron knew that this guy was eager to see his little nephew, "Little Angron."

Whether the new Primarch succeeds or fails means whether one can create or clone and resurrect more Primarchs.

The Chaos Gods have at least three more Fallen Primarchs under their control, and it cannot be ruled out that they can seize the souls of even more Fallen Primarchs.

Or perhaps, in some form, the original entity that died is resurrected.

After all, if Fabius could do this, the Chaos Gods might very well be able to as well, and the possibility is very high.

He had a vague feeling that the Primarchs were probably going to have to play a collective resurrection match.

The Chaos Gods are now likely seeking opportunities to clone or resurrect more Fallen Primarchs.

Meanwhile, they themselves began cultivating and cloning the original.

Currently, I can confirm that it is Little Angron.

Then came Fugen, Mortalian, and Magnus, who retained half of their pure souls; they would receive new clone bodies.

But if possible, Ron hoped the resurrection match would come later.

Now I need to shift my focus to the Xenomorphs and acquire more technology from the Ancients and the Undead in order to gain an advantage in the resurrection round.

This completely secured the victory.

They even used Blackstone technology and subspace broadcasting capabilities to block off the relevant areas and achieve reverse corrosion.

Many plans are being implemented, and a new front is being launched.

Ron pondered for a moment, then nodded to Leon: "I just received a notification that Little Anglon's embryo has survived and will thrive."

Upon hearing this, Leon and the others were filled with anticipation, including Peturabo.

They will witness the birth of a blank new life and nurture and train that little guy into a kind and resilient Primitive.

Ron looked at his Primarch brothers and originally wanted to remind them to be gentler with their nephew in the future.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

These guys were already starved for love, and now that they have the opportunity to raise the Primarch's little nephew, wouldn't they have to fill all the voids and regrets in their hearts?!

"Little Angron has caught a good time..."

Ron was quite moved.

What kind of miserable lives did the Primarchs live in the past?

The situation is very different now; the Emperor himself is using the toilet.

With such a gentle and generous godfather, how could life be anything but good?!
Just as Ron and Leon were heading excitedly to the biological laboratory on the lower deck of the Dreamship, he received another piece of good news—

Titus led the assault force back successfully!
They appeared at the edge of the hazy star field and contacted the Ministry of Military Affairs immediately.

"How on earth did the assault troops get back?!"

Ron was quite puzzled. He flipped through the battle reports that had been submitted, wanting to see what exactly had happened during the process.

As he looked at the battle report, his brows furrowed: "Titus and his group received assistance from an unknown force, which is suspected to be a Primarch-level power?"
During the warp storm, the warriors were guided by the Crimson Ravens, and later received help from a one-handed wanderer…

The Crimson Crows are most likely Corax, but who is the One-Handed Wanderer?!

"what happened?"

Leon and the others looked at the savior with some curiosity.

"Brothers, can you tell who this is?"

Ron projected the blurry figure recorded by the think tank into the air; it was a tall, ragged figure with a missing hand.

"#$@!%"

Upon seeing that figure, Peturabo immediately turned red with shock.

He wanted nothing more than to tear the other person to pieces:

"You arrogant, conceited son of a bitch, you whore, I'd recognize you even if you were ashes! After ten thousand years, I've finally found you!"

(End of this chapter)