Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 691 Savior: Treasure Planet, These Space Undead Are Actually Evil...

"Fanes doesn't look like a human planet that's been overrun by aliens at all. It's really too strange."

Ron's consciousness was attached to the missionary saint Fran, observing the planet from the latter's perspective.

That was one of the abilities of his cloned body—Bladewing, the will of the Tyranid hive.

It can collect relevant information through the biosignals of its affiliated Terran units, as if it had countless eyes everywhere.

However, this direct field of vision has a distance limitation; with the help of the Zerg hive fleet, it can only cover a distance of up to one star system.

Any further and it won't work.

That's equivalent to the feeling of a god in the material world, with an extremely strong sense of control. In other words, possessing the powers of many races, he is no different from a god in the present world.

This is Ron's advantage: he can do things that other humans cannot do through cloned bodies.

If he had lived in the same era as the emperor, it's really uncertain who would have ultimately ruled humanity.

Ron used his special vision to observe the main hive district in front of him.

Normally, planets occupied by aliens are filled with bloodshed, and even the areas occupied by the Tau Empire are not without their share of killings.

Some of the lowest-class humans were also enslaved by other races.

That was already a very lucky result.

After all, in a galaxy teeming with all sorts of strange and wonderful beings, the Tau Empire is considered a super-civilization.

The Tau Empire is currently ranked second at best. The new empire is also very civilized, but that civilization is limited to its own kind and those who are willing to accept its rule.

However, the planet in front of us, which was occupied by space necromancy, was unusually peaceful, and there was no bloodshed in sight.

The people coming and going on the street showed no fear on their faces.

Instead, she wore a smile.

As for the streets themselves, they were very clean, as if someone was cleaning them specifically.

"This is really strange. Most areas of the old empire didn't have such clean neighborhoods, did they?"

Ron observed his surroundings, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"Could it be that this planet has been cunning, and the cunning individuals have reached some kind of balance with the space undead?!"

In the galaxy, apart from planets transformed by the Savior's territory, only planets occupied by hardworking, brave, and cunning individuals could reach this level of civilization.

As for the level of civilization under the old empire, you'd have to sit at the children's table.

You can't expect a management system based on parchment to manage a planet with hundreds of millions of people.

It would be a miracle if such a system could manage hundreds of millions of people; the rest depends entirely on the fact that our empire's people are relatively resilient and easy to feed.

But Ron quickly overturned his previous conclusion.

The Necromancers and the Tyranids are essentially mortal enemies, mutually loathing each other, making such harmony impossible.

In areas ruled by these living metals, there won't be many Tyranids or cunning creatures; it's a case of "two tigers cannot share one mountain."

ka ka ka-

Just as Ron was about to follow Fran's footsteps to explore the planet, he suddenly frowned.

He sensed danger.

A group of space necromancers approached, their gazes seemingly fixed on Fran, the missionary saint.

Did the space undead discover the intrusion so quickly and target Fran for capture?!

In that case, their reconnaissance system would be far too powerful.

After all, Fran had the disguise of nano-silicon-based skin, and his appearance was exactly the same as that of the local humans.

It's almost impossible to tell the difference.

“If the space necromancers’ reconnaissance system is really that powerful, Fran is in danger, and I may lose this experienced missionary saint.”

Ron thought that this would allow him to gather information in a more covert way.

The efficiency will be much lower.

Just as Ron was pondering, Fran also stopped in his tracks.

This missionary saint has preached on many planets and has extensive experience. His whole body is very relaxed, without any signs of tension.

He knew he couldn't escape from such a force, not even from the fully armed Astartes warriors.

The Immortals are the elite of the Necromancer Empire in space.

Before their transformation, they were all seasoned veterans, and after their transformation, they were still able to think and respond.

They possess superior military skills and loyalty.

Furthermore, the immortals' thick living metal armor can withstand attacks from explosives and lasers.

Even when severely injured, self-repair protocols enable them to recover better.

If Fran shows any signs of panic or attempts to flee, he will be marked as an enemy by the patrol protocol.

They will then use sophisticated pursuit tactics to sweep through every corner and crevice, and the double-barreled Gauss burst gun will turn the escapee to ashes.

Fran remained silent and quietly moved closer to the crowd.

He lowered his head slightly to make himself less conspicuous.

Hopefully, this alien patrol team will ignore them and leave as soon as possible.

However, what Fran didn't know was that the immortal patrol team's eyes were always on him, or rather, they were specifically targeting him.

"priest……"

The tall, immortal leader stared at Fran, his voice somewhat cold:
"It is now the day of worship, please pray for us... pray that the great emperor will heal our diseases."

This living metal being's electronic voice was choppy and its thought process wasn't very smooth.

But he still managed to express his meaning completely.

The space undead on this planet all yearn for their diseases to be cured and for them to grow flesh and blood, just like other normal humans.

"Your Majesty, that was a noble priest!"

The people on the street were very welcoming and respectful when they discovered Fran's presence.

This missionary saint's biofield could no longer interfere with nearby life, causing them to ignore him.

However, judging from the reactions around him, the priests on Fanes Star seem to have a pretty good status.

"By the Emperor~"

Fran slowly raised his head only after realizing that the immortals meant him no harm.

He was visibly taken aback when he saw the immortal, but quickly recovered and skillfully performed the most ordinary state religious salute.

This is his most basic quality as a missionary saint or a high-ranking spy.

Then Fran began to pray for the immortals and the people before him, which was his core business, his voice so gentle and sacred.

This calmed the believers' emotions, and they slowly closed their eyes to follow the guidance of prayer.

At this moment, Ron also saw the appearance of the immortals through the eyes of the missionaries.

He felt a chill run down his spine.
"Hiss~
These living metallic aliens have completely gone mad; they're way too loyal!

Within his field of vision, Ron could clearly see the ornaments on the immortal's body, full of elements of imperial loyalty.

Their shields bear the imperial eagles emitting a ghostly blue light, their bodies are inlaid with the skeletal emblems of living saints, and their shoulders are marked with the mark of purity.

Even the double-barreled Gauss burst gun was covered with the scriptures of the state religion.

Loyal, so incredibly loyal!
This attire and style make him a quintessential loyalist of the empire.

It wouldn't be surprising if they shouted out their loyalty the next second.

"May...may the Emperor protect Fanes, protect...protect us..."

The immortals hung their weapons on their backs and prayed silently in the rituals of the state religion, creating a tense atmosphere.

Even though Ron had seen cunning and loyal greenskins before, this scene almost made his cerebellum's CPU burn out.

He was eager to know which brilliant mind had spread the Emperor's faith to the undead in space.

"In any case, the ancestors of humankind on this planet had a very strong will to survive..."

Ron guessed that when those insane space undead awakened, the humans on the planet were no match for them.

In order to survive, the humans deceived and appointed these insane aliens as the rulers of the planet.

They also spread the doctrines of the state religion to them.

As for those who opposed it, they were most likely treated as heretics and dealt with accordingly.

Now, after dozens of generations of reproduction, people have long been accustomed to the existence of these undead aliens in space. Human consciousness is shaped by the environment.

They've heard stories of aliens since they were babies, and they live in an alien-infested environment, so they naturally think it's their right.

The only ridiculous thing is that these crazy space undead seem to actually consider themselves human and have even developed a sense of ownership.

Finally, the blessing ceremony ended, and the immortals stopped praying and continued their patrol under the respectful gaze of the people.

After Fran and the other immortals left, they bid farewell to the surrounding believers and rejoined the crowd.

He needs to understand this city well in order to choose a safe area to spread his teachings.

It spreads outwards and upwards step by step.

However, Fran hadn't gone far when he heard the roar of an explosion, as if a fierce battle had taken place.

Without hesitation, he immediately rushed to the area of ​​battle.

As instructed by the Great Savior, the missionary saints, while spreading their doctrines, must also gather as much intelligence as possible about this planet.

In particular, regarding the situation of Fanes' enemies.

"As expected, this planet is not as peaceful as I imagined."

After Ron's consciousness received the information, there was not much surprise; chaos in the hive was the norm in the galaxy.

Even in the heart of Holy Terra, there is no absolute safety.

Click click click~
A group of ghost spiders seemed to have received a battle agreement; they appeared out of nowhere and headed towards the battleground.

Subsequently, more alien-related defenses were activated and defensive lines were established.

Fran followed the Spider to the battleground, but he didn't dare get too close. Instead, he used his observation equipment to assess the situation.

The fighting in that area was exceptionally fierce; the top floor of the entire building had been destroyed by the disintegrating rays, and the ground was littered with brutally dismembered human bodies.

The survivors huddled in a corner, filled with fear.

It's sizzling!

"You skinning lunatics, you've torn up all the control agreements, you must be corrected by death!"

The Immortal patrol is battling the Skinners, twisted living metal creatures covered in blood and draped in human skin.

Those hunched, twisted, and frenzied skinners were even taller than normal space necromancers.

They are so thirsty and incredibly destructive.

The Skinner was agile; its sharp claws easily tore through the Immortal's shield and body—deformed limbs capable of easily ripping apart vehicle armor.

It was irresistible to the immortals.

Ron suspected that even a fully armed squad of Space Marines would be no match for the Skinners.

They are among the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy.

It was a massacre targeting both immortals and humans, and during the battle, they would occasionally pounce on the surviving humans.

These bloodthirsty creatures are extremely eager to devour fresh flesh and blood. Even if they cannot swallow, they will stop to tear at the prey's body and smear the smeared flesh and blood on themselves.

He let the flesh and blood flow down the metal body, dripping along the blood-stained ribs to his feet.

They will never be satisfied.

"Monster, get out of here!"

"No, please come and save our children!"

The survivors cried out as they were tortured by the skinners; they had all heard tales of these abominable monsters.

They are the most dangerous enemies in the Fanes system, and have always coveted the flesh and blood here.

To their despair, the guardians seemed unable to withstand the monsters' onslaught.

However, those immortals never gave up, and continued to fight the enemy despite their broken bodies.

"Sizzle, for... the Emperor!"

They screamed, trembled as they rose, and rushed forward, using their living metal bodies to shield the survivors, the people of Fanes, from the deadly attack.

They fought on until the eerie blue light from their heads completely faded.

Even as it finally collapsed, it used its body to protect the humans below.

These living metal warriors carried out the protection agreement for the people of the Empire without hesitation.

They fought to the very end for the people of the empire, knowing they were the emperor's... most loyal servants!
"What loyalty..."

Ron was moved to tears by the sight and decided to do something to help these loyal warriors.

Even if that would lead to some exposure risks, Fran might have to go down into the sewers again.

That might be the final fate of cunning people.

However, before Ron could act, the support from the Necromancers arrived.

Royal Guards arrived at the battle zone via teleportation; they were taller than the Skinners and pierced the bodies of these bloodthirsty aliens with phase spears.

Each of their blows leaves a deep dent in living metal that is as hard as ceramic steel.

Moreover, the death mark also marked that area.

They are the top assassins and snipers of the Necromancers, synonymous with death, capable of launching attacks and striking enemies from almost any location.

Absolutely accurate.

Those nerve-shredding guns fired beams of leptons composed of subatomic particles, easily destroying the skinner's organic nerves and synaptic tissue.

The skinners had few external wounds, but their insides were actually completely destroyed.

They fell one by one.

The remaining skinners, knowing they were outnumbered, quickly gathered up the human remains around them as spoils of war.

Then, under the vibration of crimson energy, it burrowed into the void.

Disappear.

That's the trouble with these skinners, these twisted, bloodthirsty monsters. They are not only incredibly destructive, but they also have the ability to travel through dimensional spaces.

After their raids, they would often return to the palace, which was filled with rotting flesh, carrying corpses and bloody spoils to offer as tribute to higher-ranking lords.

Even more troublesome is that even the space necromancers cannot find the Skinners' lair.

It's as if it's in another dimension.

“Fanes has been targeted by the Skinners. No wonder the alien lords here have sought help from the Empire.”

Ron sighed deeply. Both the Necromancers and the human Empire were wary of the Skinners, who came and went so freely and cruelly.

Once targeted, it's difficult to escape their insatiable hunger, let alone eradicate them.

Attacks are everywhere.

In some extreme cases, the Empire would rather launch deadly weapons or even whirlwind torpedoes at planets targeted by large numbers of Skinners in order to eliminate as many Skinners as possible.

This would prevent these twisted alien monsters from spreading to more planets.

As the killing continues, the bloodthirsty virus will spread, infecting more normal space undead.

"You have been infected with the Bloodlust Virus, and I will carry out the execution protocol."

A royal guard approached the immortal whose body was stained with crimson blood mist, and his phase spear fell without hesitation.

That was an agreement that had to be carried out, for the safety of the other warriors and for the people of the Empire.

After the battle, the Spider Workers quickly moved forward to deal with the wreckage and ruins, while human officials went along the streets to calm the panicked crowds.

They quickly restored order.

"No wonder the order in the city is so good. The local guards spared no effort to keep all dangers within a certain range."

Prevent the spread of chaos.

Moreover, the management had good contingency plans, and their actions were swift, organized, and disciplined, far better than in many areas of the old empire.

Ron looked at the cleanup efforts in the battle zone and nodded in satisfaction.

But the next second, he realized that this was a planet ruled by aliens, and these space undead were absolutely evil!
Even within the empire's borders, they are extremely loyal, and their administrative abilities far surpass those of many regions in the old empire.

With their strong combat capabilities and unwavering faith in the Emperor, what a formidable alien army!

"Ok?"

As Ron pondered, he suddenly received more biological information.

His face darkened.

(End of this chapter)