Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 690 The Necromancer King: Your Majesty, we cannot let our people suffer!

Since the Imperial tax ship left in an emergency, Fanes has received no further news from Holy Terra and has lost contact with the outside world.

"Perhaps it's because of the scars that appeared in the void?"

Zabok looked up and, following the transparent dome, could see one huge scar after another in the airspace, some of which even formed vortexes.

Not long after the imperial tax ship left, the once peaceful sky cracked open, and even the stars were blinded.

The chaos killed many people and severed communication between the galaxy and the outside world, after which the number of alien heretics in Fanes increased.

In particular, the cultists who appear from time to time, and the demons from the Warp, have killed many of the Empire's citizens.

“We have too many enemies; they are encroaching on the land of Fanes and destroying the sacred territory of the Empire.”

As Zabock thought of these things, a flash of anger crossed his emerald eyes. He hated those damned alien heretics.

They brought too much suffering to the people of the empire!
But he quickly calmed down:
"The current situation is only a temporary setback. The Empire will eventually destroy all enemies. We humans are the most superior race in the galaxy!"

This living metal governor firmly believes that humanity can rise from its slump and dominate the galaxy.

Therefore, he and the people of Fanes never gave up hope, always believing that Holy Terra would connect with the world and bring them back to the embrace of the Empire.

Even during such a chaotic period, Fanes did not cease his obligation to pay taxes, depositing tithes into massive warehouses while ensuring people's survival.

They are proud of fulfilling their sacred duty.

"Now that imperial ships have reappeared around Fanes, the situation must have improved. Perhaps the imperial tax ships will arrive soon..."

Zabock pondered, his metallic face crinkling with a smile; things were showing signs of improvement.

Not long ago, Fanes finally sent out a communication.

He pleaded with fervor for the Empire's aid and confirmed that the communication had been received.

Now we're just waiting for the Empire to handle it.

After making contact with the Empire, he was not only able to pay the eleven taxes that had been owed for years, but also to receive armed support from the Empire's fleet.

This would eliminate the Skinflint Madmen and other alien threats within the galaxy in one fell swoop.

At that time, the people of Fanes will also usher in a better life.

These days, court officials and the general public have been smiling more often. They feel genuinely proud of their sacred duty, which is an honor.

It would be even better if we could get approval from Holy Terra.

"Perhaps I can do some more data analysis to better facilitate the handover with the tax ship."

Zabock buried himself in documents, painstakingly calculating tax-related data; at such a crucial moment, he couldn't afford to make a single mistake.

Fanes paid too high a price for this obligation, and the supply of many resources was cut in order to make up for the tax shortfall.

People's lives are not easy.

After an unknown amount of time, the palace chef, a somewhat plump cook, came over with the governor's lunch to wait.

After waiting for a while, she finally couldn't help but remind her:
"My lord, please take a rest. It's time for lunch."

The cook looked at the governor with great pity, as he often forgot to eat because of his work.

That won't do.

Recently, the governor has stopped holding banquets and has reduced his living expenses considerably.

Even the meals became simple.

Even the palace cooks could sense the changing situation.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. There's a lot of data, and my brain is a bit sluggish. I really wish my brain could be like those mystical mechanical priests, with an electronic brain and a fan to cool it down."

Zabock slowly raised his head, banged his metal skull on it, and made a rather serious joke.

He wasn't actually very good at it; he just wanted to liven things up.

"Sir, you are truly amusing!"

The cook covered her mouth and giggled, her flabby body jiggling.

She really loves to laugh and finds everything interesting, which is why Zabock chose her as his private chef.

Zabock carefully got up from his desk, afraid that he might knock over the piles and piles of parchment documents.

If you have to crawl on the ground to pick it up yourself, it will be very embarrassing.

The clerks in the office, standing there dumbfounded, couldn't possibly pick up the documents on the floor.

Zabock sat down at the table next to him, and the cook came over and tiptoed over to place his lunch on the table.

However, after seeing the lunch, he expressed his dissatisfaction: "This is Gross chops, why isn't it made with artificial starch?"

This lunch is too extravagant.

The cook said anxiously, "Sir, today is Sunday, you should have a better lunch..."

Six months ago, this Living Metal Governor announced that he would levy more taxes on the Fanes system in order to complete the sacred Tithing Tax.

That would lead to a decline in the living standards of Fanes' people, with many having half the bread on their tables and even being unable to afford artificial starch meat.

He was deeply saddened by this and said that no matter how difficult things were, the people of Fanes' empire should not suffer.

"I am with you all, no matter what, as long as you can get through this difficult time..."

Zabock promised people that the economy and production system would be restored as soon as possible.

During this period, he will eat the same food as his people to express his determination.

Until it all ends.

The governor's actions boosted people's confidence in economic recovery, leading to a decision to weather the storm together.

However, just as everything was about to return to normal, the rampage of the alien heretics made the situation even more difficult.

The cook lowered her head, meeting the governor's deep blue gaze.

"My lord, I have made a mistake and am willing to accept your punishment. I will now replace your lunch with a new one."

Zabock shook his head and gently raised his hand to stop the cook: "No need, that would only cause more waste."

Your mistake has been recorded. If you repeat it, I will have no choice but to ask you to leave the palace.

The cook felt even more guilty upon hearing this, but she still restrained her emotions so as not to disturb the governor's meal.

At the table, Zabock picked up his knife and fork and began to eat the Grox steak in front of him.

Of course, he doesn't have a normal digestive system; for him, eating is merely a ritual.

Zabock's gaze changed immediately after he touched the steak.

I haven't tasted non-artificial flesh and blood in a long time, even though I can't taste anything.

He looked up at the plump cook beside him, a deep longing hidden beneath his eerie green eyes; her full, fleshy figure was so alluring.

This living metal governor yearns for real flesh and blood.

"come here."

Zabock raised his sharp, living metal claws and waved them gently.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

"oh oh!"

The cook, unaware of what had happened, quickly wiped away her tears and went to the governor.

She felt like a dwarf in his presence.

"By the Emperor, I wonder when I will be able to become a normal person again."

Zabock admired the cook's body, even touching it with his metal claws as if to feel something.

"My lord, your illness will surely be cured. I have been praying to His Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

The cook looked at the governor before her, hiding the sadness in her heart, and tried her best to comfort him.

She knew that the governor and the nobles had contracted a strange disease, their bodies and souls entangled in living metal.

They can't live like normal humans, and they can't even taste the flavor of food. It's so pitiful.

The governor has done too much for Fanes; he deserves protection.

At this moment, Zabock was lost in ancient memories. Long, long ago.

At that time, he was still human, and was revered as the Dharma King, ruling over many worlds, with his palace located on an eternal mountain.

He stood on the mountain, overlooking the capital, where he could see the city bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, its pyramid-shaped buildings so magnificent.

However, the entire city and galaxy were afflicted with a strange disease; people were covered in malignant tumors, their bodies rapidly deteriorating and on the verge of death.

In order to survive, Zabok was forced to resort to a last resort: building a giant bio-furnace on the summit of Mount Everest.

It can transform carbon-based flesh and blood into living metal, thereby preserving people's consciousness.

Zabok was the first to enter the Bio-Transformation Hall. He followed the gem-paved path to the altar.

The feeling was very strange. When the high-energy rays fell, my flesh and blood scattered like sand, and I gradually couldn't feel anything anymore.

Flesh and blood melted away, and consciousness entered the living metal.

The situation in the galaxy then became even more dangerous, and Zabok built a vast underground world, leading his subjects into a deep slumber.

Hopefully, that will bring about the empire's rescue and revival.

However, after he and the nobles were resurrected from the underworld, many of them went mad.

Zabok still remembers the scene: he woke up on the towering throne, surrounded by dark stones and a chaotic mass of subjects.

There is also a group of bewildered mechanical priests.

In the darkness, he could vaguely see the eerie green glow on their living metal bodies, as well as the electronic light emanating from the mechanical priests.

However, he did not expect that the long slumber would cause irreversible damage to the memories of many of his subjects.

Many of them became delirious and insane.

Some guys are clamoring to organize troops to face the terrifying Old Ones and annihilate the Orks and Eldar.

Others prayed to the great star god to spare the deceased, offering themselves as slaves to the other.

As for the remaining people, they were shouting:

"The ancient saints and star gods are long dead. Now is the era of us, the demise, and we will once again rule the galaxy!"

"Flesh and blood, I crave more flesh and blood!"

"There are many inferior apes on the ground. We should awaken all the troops and wipe them all out!"

After collecting data from the remaining facilities on the ground amidst the noise, Zabock's dazed mind finally recovered.

He looked at those madmen from his throne and felt only pity:
"How tragic it is that you have forgotten your human identity and actually regard yourselves as despicable aliens..."

What followed was a fierce argument, with some of the deranged subjects refusing to acknowledge their identity and even accusing their Dharma King of being insane.

Others began attacking humans on the ground, skinning them and gnawing on their flesh.

The once-powerful dynasty faced an unprecedented period of division.

Ultimately, Zabock expelled all his subjects who refused to acknowledge their human identity.

Those guys left the galaxy, clamoring to find the so-called King of Silence.

The remaining group of self-proclaimed skinner madmen escaped and are still attacking humans and other flesh-and-blood beings in various places.

He gradually came to understand his former capital and began to manage the new human immigrants on the planet.

Many years later, humans from other regions re-colonized this galaxy.

He also learned of the existence of the Empire and the Emperor, which gave him renewed hope for humanity.

Humanity survived that catastrophe and established empires, but turmoil occurred again ten thousand years ago, plunging humanity into crisis once more.

Fortunately, the empire did not collapse, nor did it need to undergo bio-transformation and slumber like he did.

After that, Zabok ruled the Fanes system, which was on the verge of destruction due to the Skinners.

At first, he was hated by some people, and even treated like an alien.

But Zabock was not discouraged, nor was he angry; he knew that his current appearance was frightening.

He was more tolerant of people and focused solely on restoring order and solving the great famine in the galaxy.

After two generations of effort, he finally solved the problem, and his rule was recognized, respected, and worshipped by the people.

until now.

After finishing his lunch, Zabock asked the cook to take away the dishes and gave her a reward as an apology for his rudeness.

While he was indeed frugal, he never restrained the pleasures of court officials and nobles; on the contrary, he encouraged the wealthy to consume more.

Instead of letting wealth rot in warehouses.

That would allow for a better recovery of the galaxy's economic system.

Zabock never slacked off and soon returned to his desk, burying himself in a sea of ​​parchment.

It's tough, but it's a necessary sacrifice.

Afterwards, he summoned the court officials in charge of etiquette to discuss how to welcome the arrival of the imperial fleet.

Fanes needed to welcome the imperial army and let them feel the warmth and loyalty of the local people.

"Master of Ceremonies, make sure the Empire sees the radiant and devout smiles of the Fanes."

After finalizing the welcome plan, Zabock reminded the other party in a relaxed tone.

He was anticipating the arrival of the empire, a hope shared by all the people of Fanes, a longing that had finally been fulfilled after generations of yearning.

They will return to the Empire—what a wonderful thing that would be!
"Once the situation in Fanes stabilizes, perhaps I can ask the Empire for permission to make a pilgrimage to Holy Terra?"

Zabock seemed to realize something, and his smile widened.

That was also his long-held wish to make a pilgrimage to Holy Terra.

If you're lucky enough, you might even be invited into the palace to admire the sacred artifacts of the great emperor.

You can even see the sacred throne room in the distance.
"In that case, my life wouldn't have been in vain..."

Zabock was lost in his daydreams about the future and, somewhat oblivious to his surroundings, accidentally knocked over the already precarious pile of parchment on the table.

"Oh no, the Emperor!"

He stared at the parchment scattered on the ground, and his face seemed to have gained a few more metallic wrinkles.

The living metal governor, his dark green eyes somewhat dim, crawled on the ground and painstakingly picked it up.

But the impending arrival of the empire eased the gloom and exhaustion of political affairs, and his mood quickly improved.

This good news quickly spread from the palace to the planet Fanes and its surrounding satellites.

People were overjoyed, experiencing an unprecedented level of optimism.

They believed that with the arrival of the empire, everyone's lives would become better and they would be more secure.

In such an optimistic atmosphere.

The destruction of the empire has quietly arrived, a tragedy that no one could have foreseen.

The state religion of this chaotic star system is determined to destroy this heretical planet. Deadly artifacts have already been infiltrated into the hive city by infiltrators and placed there.

That was an irreversible and devastating attack.

Meanwhile, the Immortals discovered the remains of a unique, invisible drop pod in the ruins of the hive city.

The mysterious passenger among them has long since vanished without a trace.

This alerted the hive city's guards; unprecedented undercurrents were brewing, yet people remained completely unaware.

On the streets of the main hive.

"The golden sun shines above..."

A bald, slightly elderly believer appeared on the street, with a faint cross etched on his forehead.

That was Fran, the high-ranking missionary saint of the Savior.

As the missionary saints arrived, the gaze of the savior followed closely behind, and new doctrines would spread across the planet.

However, Fran soon ran into a patrol of space necromancer immortals.

(End of this chapter)