Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 692 Savior: It's blown up! The Imperial Heretics want to destroy this loyal planet?!

Ron received messages from other missionary saints and became increasingly aware that this planet was not so simple.

It faces a very difficult situation; disaster is brewing.

These messages stirred up his past memories: "Fanes, it has that Ersian vibe..."

At the bottom of this planet's hive capital, there have always been cult factions and a large number of cunning individuals spreading.

Moreover, green mushrooms were even found in the ravines outside the nest city.

The undead in space don't seem to be very sensitive to alien infiltration; they follow a fixed procedure, suppressing any intrusion that occurs.

What's even more troublesome is the special forces of the Dark Side State Church's Grand Diocese; they came with the intention of destroying this place.

"Chaos corruption, space necromancers, gene stealers, green-skinned orcs, and the Empire is also eyeing us covetously."

The struggle on this planet, located on the outer edge of the warning zone, is far too intense.

Ron was very upset.

This can be considered an enhanced version of the original Ers Star, facing extremely difficult enemies.

From this perspective, it is nothing short of a miracle that the Fanes Galaxy can still survive and maintain order.

It's likely that only a large power like the Kalozaza dynasty could keep them in check. It's estimated that this undead force has devoted the vast majority of its troops to the defense of the hive city.

He could imagine that within each of the hive cities, there were astonishing numbers of living metal armies patrolling and ready to defend against invasions at any time.

Ron's consciousness swept across the hive city, which had regained its order:

"This is perhaps why the Kalozasa dynasty did not expand outwards; this alien dynasty exhausted all its strength just to maintain the survival of Fanes."

For many years after the Great Rift, these living metals worked tirelessly to protect this edge of the dark planet.

Otherwise, given the local defenses, it would have been destroyed long ago by the invasion of Chaos and the aliens.

"Of course, this is only the surface. It is still uncertain whether the high-ranking necromantic lord of space is treating all of this as a game."

Those crazed high-ranking space necromancers are capable of anything, or perhaps, when they tire of it, they will utterly destroy Fanes' life.

Ron wasn't so optimistic; he needed to ascertain the other side's attitude before sending troops to make contact.

Otherwise, if he just deployed his fleet to deal with those aliens, the Kalozaza dynasty might turn its guns on him.

That's it, we're doomed.

That would only worsen the already limited armed forces within the vigilant planetary region.

Ron followed Fran's footsteps as he traversed the hive city, deeply experiencing the atmosphere of this main hive.

Amazingly, even when he went down to the nest, he did not see any large-scale famine, and the people did not have that kind of exhausted feeling of being on the verge of death.

In the market of the residential area, one shack after another was connected, and the stalls sold various handicrafts, as well as food such as sawdust bread, rat meat, insects and various mosses.

Those things all looked quite clean, without much sign of pollution.

Furthermore, there are also Netherworld Spiders patrolling the market to maintain order and stability, replacing the gang members commonly found in Hive City.

Fran looked at the crowded, vibrant market with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, often including nostalgia or reflection).

He hadn't seen such a harmonious scene in a hive city that wasn't part of the Savior's territory for a long time.

These observations suggest that even in the less developed areas of Xiachao District, people were still able to have enough to eat.

Factories and power plants everywhere are operating smoothly, providing a continuous supply of survival products and electricity to the planet Fanes.

More than ten days later.

Soon, Fran, now a priest, arrived at the vast handover area and took a large rail elevator to the Upper Nest.

He went to great lengths to evade the alien patrol and successfully reach Upper Nest.

The order in Shangchao is more stable, almost like a metropolis, with alien vehicles running through various areas and people coming and going.

This area has a more technologically advanced factory system, as well as more prosperous residential areas and a more active economy.

Those who could live in this area were mostly nobles, bureaucrats in charge of managing daily affairs, senior factory managers, and a large number of skilled workers, service workers, and so on.

They are basically middle class or above in the hive, and the higher up in the hive, the wealthier and more prestigious their class is.

When Ron saw the Upper Nest area through Fran's vision, his first impression was that it was clean, extremely clean.

Although it is not as prosperous as the prosperous regions of the Savior's Territory, it is cleaner than the hives of some prosperous planets of the Old Empire's Alteramar.

Shops can already be seen in the workers' residential area here, and the people seem to be in good spirits.

They also have a pilgrimage day every two weeks to rest, during which the church provides holy water and holy cakes.

Fran stopped at a shop in the residential area and found that it had relatively clean bread and artificial meat, as well as some unknown specialty foods.

In other words, the living standards of the workers on this planet have surpassed those of most other regions of the Empire.

It's still under the control of the aliens.

Inside the shop, some workers greeted each other with a religious greeting, their faces filled with piety and smiles.

This is a rare day of worship, a day of rest for them, and shops offer discounts to devout believers.

These workers were talking about the recent rumors circulating—

The Great Governor, Zabok the Crownbreaker, has made contact with the Empire.

Phanes is about to return to the embrace of the Holy Terra and the Emperor, and fulfill the sacred tithe obligation.

They were all very happy.

"By the Emperor, we in Fanes have had a tough time these past few years, but we're finally about to get through it! Our family is definitely going to eat some artificial meat to celebrate today!"

The middle-aged worker waved his mechanical prosthetic arm excitedly: "Once we return to the Empire, we can wipe out those damned heretics and aliens and never have to endure their attacks again."

"Then we'll be able to eat artificial meat every day, and even buy real Gross steaks!"

"Yes, I heard that the Skinners have launched several more attacks recently, and our satellite ranch has suffered great losses."

I'm now eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Imperial army.

The worker, his head full of white hair, held the cheap liquor in his arms, shook his head, and sighed:
"When I was young, the situation wasn't this bad."

Back then, you could still find biscuits made from Grox's milk in stores, and you could even grit your teeth and try one. Now, only those people mentioned above can afford them.

He pointed to his head and smiled again: "Fortunately, these terrible days are coming to an end. Our Fanes will slowly recover its prosperity, just as the governor promised."

For Fanes' people, it was a widely accepted fact that returning to the empire would make life better.

The priests often described life in the empire to the people.

People have access to milk, bread, meat, and wine; they have safe homes, can stroll in gardens, and even have churches in their neighborhoods for worship.

The priests also described the grandeur of the Holy Terra.

That was the most sacred and prosperous planet in the galaxy, where people lived as if in paradise.

Fanes' life was far inferior to that of those empires.

In this situation, from nobles to commoners, Fanes had a fanatical worship of the empire.

It was as if the air there was sweet, and people could live in big houses after a short day of work and receive free treatment from pharmacists.

Ron, through Fran's perception, listened to the workers' excited conversation and felt only irony.

Previously, the Third Combat Group of Vigilant Star had been clamoring to eliminate the aliens and rescue the imperial citizens of Fanes.

If it weren't for my appearance, I could have driven away the space undead aliens and allowed Fanes to return to the old empire.

Wouldn't that be throwing them from heaven to hell, pushing them into a pit of fire?
Ron could imagine what Fanes would become, with the new governor taking control of the wealthy planet.

Then comes the reassessment of tax increases and endless labor.

Given the old empire's management model, it would most likely have turned this place into a cesspool, trapping it in a vicious cycle.

The planet's environment and productivity will likely be depleted within one or two hundred years, leaving it on its last legs and turning it into a hell of suffering.

Fortunately, his own savior appeared out of nowhere. If he could ultimately resolve the problems of the Carlozasa dynasty and allow Fanes to successfully return to the new empire and accept its rule, he would be able to help.

The outcome will be much better than it is now.

Those space necromancers and aliens can't manage planets as well as I can.

Regardless, Fanes' existence is meaningful.

Ron planned to record the entire situation of this planet for all future rulers of the new empire—

Whether they graduated from the Loyalty Academy or were administrators of the old empire, they all need to carefully consider whether they can do better than the aliens.

So as not to become a disgrace among the consuls.

If Guilliman knew about Fanes' situation, he'd probably cry his eyes out. He's been managing Alteramar for so long, and there are still many planets that can't compare to it.

Ron collected data on Fanes as comprehensively as possible to provide concrete data for the subsequent recapture.

More importantly, it is necessary to understand clearly how many troops one would need to conquer the Kalozasa dynasty in the worst-case scenario, that is, in the event of war.

We must win in one strike.

The current state of the Vigilant Star region is not suitable for a protracted war, as it could easily give other alien adversaries, especially Irebas, an opportunity.

These days, missionary saints and released petty thieves are rapidly probing for specific data about the planet.

A massive amount of biological information is gathered.

Then, through analysis of the hive brain worm, the information was input into Ron's consciousness, allowing him to better understand the situation in Farnese hive.

In particular, regarding the strength of the space necromancers.

"With so many royal guards and death marks inside the hive, the Kalozasa dynasty is probably a high-level force within the space necromancy system."

Based on the high-ranking undead units, ancient buildings, insignia, and so on, Ron estimated the exact size of the Kalozaza dynasty.

He was even more surprised:

"That's far beyond what ordinary overlords can compare to; it's most likely a Dharma King level existence!"

This is extraordinary. The Necromancer Overlord of Space is a being above the Lord level, and typically controls three to ten tomb worlds, making him extremely powerful.

That's equivalent to a large-scale imperial warband. The Holy Blood Angels once cooperated with the overlord-level space necromancer forces.

I myself have explored the tomb world of the overlord, and it was a huge profit. Many of the technologies in the Savior's territory today are developed based on the technology of that wronged overlord.

As for the Dharma King, he is the superior of the overlord.

They control varying numbers of overlords, possess top-tier technology and weaponry, and rule over vast star systems and legions.

It is a behemoth, and its strength will continue to increase as more space undead awaken.

In terms of status, the Dharma King is second only to the Three Holy Councils and the Silent King.

If the King of France were to launch a large-scale war against the Empire, it would be a terrifying thing, shaking the entire Misty Starfield, and would most likely require the support of the Imperial army.

"Hiss, the Fanes system is having some incredible luck."

If the Kalozaza dynasty hadn't gone mad, this galaxy probably wouldn't have survived even the first wave of attacks.

As for the vigilant planet region, it will probably become a paradise for space zombies.

Ron gasped.

He became more wary of the so-called Crowned King and the Karozasa dynasty.

If the Empire weren't currently hampered by Chaos and the aliens everywhere, even in the worst-case scenario, I could still mobilize the Imperial army to fight them head-on.

But that's no longer the case. A powerful Dharma King is enough to influence the course of the Vigilant Star campaign.

The Necromancers in space also have a great need for black stone.

Fortunately, the Dharma King harbored no hostility towards the Empire, and the number of troops awakened in his tomb world was not large.

At least not to the point of wreaking havoc in the vigilant star region.

"Perhaps during his long slumber, the power of that Dharma King was largely lost over time, which is why he has become what he is today."

Ron pondered.

The awakening of the undead in space is unpredictable. It is possible that the overlords of those tomb worlds will have already awakened before the Dharma King awakens, and then run away to other places due to amnesia.

Of course, it's also possible that a catastrophe occurred in the galaxy, causing those tomb worlds to be destroyed along with the planets.

In any case, this is a good thing for me.

If I could seize the opportunity and capture this Dharma King, I would gain unimaginable benefits.

It was many times greater than the gains from the Aletheon Ark World!
That was a Dharma King, not much different from the Primarch of the Empire. Above that was the Triune Council, composed of three Supreme Dharma Kings.

The Silent King is theoretically also a Dharma King, but he is the most powerful of all Dharma Kings.

"If the main burial world of the Crowned King is in Fanes, the value of this planet will be immeasurable."

That was the core wealth of the entire Kalozasa dynasty!

Ron got excited; just thinking about it made his mouth water.

That would be the most valuable tomb world I had ever discovered, perhaps only comparable to the tomb of that peculiar space ghost, Tarachin.

Once he obtains the core wealth of the Kalozasa dynasty, Peturab will be able to study the secrets of the undead in space to his heart's content.

Perhaps they can even discover the technology they use to modify the real universe.

In this way, I can not only obtain black stones in the Vigilant Star campaign, but also acquire higher-level technologies.

Ron couldn't wait to bring his army over right now and start digging!
But he still tried his best to suppress his greed and calm himself down:

"Huh~
We can't act impulsively. The situation is quite complicated right now, and we must take this place in a more prudent way..."

Since that Dharma King considers himself a human being and trusts the empire.

Then I will take them under my wing as the emperor of the empire, stabilize them, and then send an engineering fleet to excavate.

This would avoid war and also allow for the creation of a powerful undead army in space.

Even if the Crownless Dharma King regains his memories and rebels in the future, so what? Kalozasa's core wealth will still be in his hands.

No loss whatsoever.

Ron was happily planning his recapture, preparing to come to Fanes in person as the emperor of the empire.

This would bring more glory to the planet and allow them to deceive the Dharma King face-to-face, quickly taking him down.

He ordered the missionaries to quickly organize the cunning individuals within the planet and locate the state religion's special forces.

To stop their actions.

It's too late to contact that parish now; the emperor himself doesn't control that dark area.

It's even more unknown whether they are loyal, or whether they have become extremely stubborn or obsessed.

at the same time.

Fanes Star
The main nest, the lower nest.

Several ascetics of the state religion are observing this ugly world controlled by heretics in the market.

They originally thought that the world would fall into suffering under the rule of aliens and heretical doctrines.

However, the truth is the opposite.

This world is more prosperous than the capital of the Third Diocese of the Nachmond Corridor, and the believers are not emaciated, but rather have maintained the church in even better condition.

"Am I... are we really doing the right thing?"

A hermit gazed at the bustling, somewhat crowded residential area, his heart filled with hesitation.

He wavered.

The believers here are not much different from them; they also devoutly worship the emperor and even live better under some kind of protection.

Was that the emperor's protection?

The ascetic had a question in his mind, because what they were about to do would destroy everything.

Including these heretics in front of him, whether they were aliens or humans.

The ascetic Pilinu did not answer; he smiled and accepted the coarse bread offered by the worker, and gave him a blessing.

The elderly ascetic shakily broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully as if he were enjoying it.

This coarse bread tastes better than the Third Parish bread.

The thought arose in his mind, and then a feeling of disgust surged like a tidal wave, even making his stomach feel a little uncomfortable.

Pilinu's eyes flashed with indescribable disgust as he stuffed the coarse bread in his hand into the sewer.

He despised everything about these infidels—their food, water, air, and the world itself.

The more beautiful this place is, the more utterly repulsive it becomes.

Looking at the smiles on people's faces, the elderly ascetic answered the question he had just asked, his voice hoarse and husky:
"Such a sight should not exist where the Emperor's light cannot shine; it is absolutely unacceptable."

Therefore, these ugly and disgusting heretics must go to hell, including this world…

Perinus smiled devoutly. The process of destruction was irreversible, and all the heretics in this world would receive a message—

Their beliefs are ugly and filthy, utterly heretical, and the Empire will not allow such a planet to exist.

They will perish amidst the contempt of humankind!

"The torch illuminates the Emperor's will, utterly destroying demons and monsters..."

Perinus performed a rite of passage, followed by a tremendous roar that shook the entire planet.

(End of this chapter)