Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 693 Savior: This is no ordinary heresy, Your Majesty, you'd better send some people over here quickly!
The earth of Phanes trembled.

It was a terrifying tremor unlike anything ever seen before, as if a colossal object was churning within the earth's crust.

One giant city after another trembled under this geological disaster, with cities located in the seismic zone experiencing large-scale collapses and even destruction.

Hundreds of millions of lives were buried without any warning.

Even the largest main hive was shaking violently under the disaster, and the power system was also affected.

The market town of Lower Nest was dimly lit, and cracks were visible in the surrounding buildings. A large crack extended for several kilometers along the stacked residential area.

For the people in the market, such a dramatic change was like the end of the world.

The next second they were still chatting and laughing, talking about the plans for the pilgrimage day and the good days after Fanes returned to the empire.

Perhaps after the city is expanded, they will be able to go to a higher level.

However, the sudden disaster shattered all expectations. They panicked, screamed, and didn't know why they had to face all of this.
"Your Majesty, what has happened?!"

"The alien invaders have attacked us!"

"It's going to collapse! Run!"

The residential area above the market collapsed, and the quick-setting cement debris, carrying human bodies, crashed down, forming small, blood-red flowers on the ground.

Many more people were crushed into a bloody pulp by the rubble.

"Mother……"

The dirty child stood there, stunned, staring at the pool of blood in front of him, not knowing what to do.

He had just received the coarse bread from his mother and was about to savor its rare sweetness.

This world is full of disasters, and any slight disturbance can bring pain and suffering to vulnerable lives.

Even if they did nothing and lived a peaceful life.

"By the Emperor, we beseech your protection!"

The believers knelt in extreme fear, praying for the protection of the great being before the imperial statue in the marketplace.

When faced with a massive disaster, individuals have absolutely no power to resist except through prayer.

However, the remains of the stone statues overwhelmed them.

The ascetics showed no panic in the face of such a disaster.

They already knew that this disaster was caused by a forbidden artifact, and that more equally terrifying machines were subsequently activated, turning this ugly, heretical planet into utter ruins.

Praise the Emperor!
He unleashed divine punishment: all the heretics and traitors of Phanes will be condemned to endless purgatory, their souls forever unforgivable…

Pilinu felt incredibly satisfied as he watched the heretical icon, which had been glowing green, collapse.

The disaster before him gave him a sacred sense of mission to complete, and he had no intention of hiding.

In fact, this was not the first time such a thing had happened. After the Great Rift, the Third Diocese destroyed many worlds of heretical doctrines.

Whether it was caused by the invasion of heretics and aliens, or by the faiths of those worlds going astray, they all suffered divine punishment and destruction.

Perinus and the other ascetics stood still, surrounded by fleeing crowds, remaining calm even as stones rained down on them.

Under the Emperor's guidance, they destroyed the ugly heretics, whether they died from catastrophe or from the extreme torture inflicted by the aliens.

Those are all unparalleled honors.

They will return to the throne with praise and the guidance of the archangels!
The ascetics stretched out their arms high and recited scriptures devoutly.

dong dong dong-

The falling debris killed one ascetic after another, until soon only the old ascetic remained.

"Prayers cleanse the soul, lashes cleanse the body, I hear the Emperor's praise!"

Perinus smiled devoutly, watching the wreckage of the carcass that had smashed down on him.

He slowly closed his eyes, filled with immense excitement.

He was finally able to return to the throne, which was the wish of all ascetics.

boom--

When the shadow of the wreckage loomed over him, Pilinu did not experience the pain and darkness he had expected.

It was so easy.

"Ah, is this the process of returning to the throne? No pain, no torment..."

Pilino realized there was a ball of heat in front of him.

He slowly opened his eyes, hoping to see holy light and angels, and perhaps even that divine being.

That would be even more wonderful.

However, when Pilinu opened his eyes, he only saw an ugly alien.

The spider-like alien creature used its back to shield him from the wreckage, protecting him tightly beneath it.

The spider overturned the wreckage, and the light from its eerie green mechanical compound eyes shone on the elderly ascetic:
"Execute protection protocol, scan...identity verification, buzz...Priest, advanced protection protocol."

The Kalozasa dynasty reacted swiftly; the instant the disaster struck, the undead from space arrived at the collapsed area to rescue the imperial people there.

Numerous fragments shot into the sky, disintegrating the falling boulders, and even using their living metal bodies to shield the people from deadly debris.

To save their lives.

The immortals arrived and began evacuating the crowd from the market, guiding people to safety and carrying away children crying in fear.

Afterwards, a large phase field rose up to stabilize the buildings in the collapsed area and prevent further disaster.

These living metallic beings adhere to the protection agreement for the people of the Empire, providing aid at any cost.

"I...I was rescued by the heretical aliens?"

Pilinu realized what had happened, his hoarse, husky voice trembling as an indescribable sense of shame welled up inside him.

These damned aliens prevented him from returning to the throne and desecrated his pure soul.

"Get out of here, you damned alien!" Pilinu angrily picked up a stone and threw it at the Ghost Spider.

The ascetic only hoped that the alien would get away, or that he would anger it and kill him, allowing his soul to return to the throne.

However, when the stones hit the Ghost Spider, there was no reaction whatsoever, nor did they trigger any attack protocols.

Because under the agreements of the Kalozasa dynasty, priests loyal to the emperor held a very high status and were protected by high-level agreements.

They are not qualified to take action against priests unless they are determined to be corrupted by Chaos and a specific arrest warrant is received.

"Priest, buzz... You will be transported to a safe area."

At this time, the immortals came and took over the protection of Pilinu, sending him to a refuge area.

"Heretics, you heretics, kill me! You cannot stop or defile my sacred mission!"

No matter how much the Perinu struggled, the living metals continued to enforce the protection protocols at the very bottom of their logic.

Soon, Pilinu was sent to a refuge, a sturdy large factory area.

There were large numbers of terrified people seeking refuge there.

When they saw Pilinu arrive, their fearful gazes lessened considerably.

The crowd thronged around the ascetic, as if being near this preacher of the great emperor would bring them protection.

"Your Excellency, can you tell us what happened?"

"Your Excellency, I beg you to pray for us."

"May the Emperor protect us."

People clutched the necromancer-themed imperial pendants on their chests and gathered together to pray. The arrival of the priest calmed the unrest and fear.

They believed that the emperor would protect Phanes and that everyone would survive.

"I am not a heretical priest, you are all ugly traitors, stay away from me!"

However, Perinus was surrounded by people, yet he felt as if he were in hell, whether it was the heretical pendants on their chests or the scriptures they were chanting.

He felt extreme blasphemy and pain; every second he stayed there, his soul was blasphemed more.

Especially when people cast devout glances his way, regarding him as a heretical pastor.

That was an utter humiliation and blasphemy.

Perinus knew that the ascetic must not be accepted by the pagans of Phanes, otherwise the followers of the Third Diocese would completely despise him.

He was identified as a member of the alien heretics.

This ascetic only wished to die immediately and return his soul to the throne.

So that his soul might not be refused entry into that great and holy realm by the archangels.

"I would rather die for the emperor than live in comfort; I would rather die for the emperor..."

Pilino trembled as he grabbed the piece of iron beside him and slashed it across his neck.

He felt surrounded by the stench of heretical beliefs, as if a raging fire was burning within him, and he only wanted to prove his purity by dying.

This behavior frightened the people in the surrounding area.

"Your Excellency is frightened!"

"That might be the influence of Chaos; those damned heretics are trying to corrupt our faith."

"You have defiled our revered pastor!"

The people, instead of being tolerant of the shouting and yelling Pilinu, became more attentive and their eyes were filled with concern.

They rushed forward, pinned down the elderly ascetic, and snatched the weapon from his hand.

Then he would hang the necromancer version of the Emperor's pendant on the other person, hoping that the sacred object could drive away evil spirits.

Layer after layer.

Pilis tried to tear off the heretical pendant from his body, but to no avail.

He had long since exhausted himself in the struggle and could only lie on the ground, panting weakly.

hum~
“Perinus, devout believers of the Third Diocese, have you fulfilled your sacred mission?”

The ascetic's special communication device lit up; it was a relic that allowed communication within the galaxy, and a small virtual image of the bishop rose up.

The bishop wanted to confirm whether the plan was proceeding smoothly.

"Your Excellency, is the Imperial fleet really coming?" The crowd quieted down, some with barely concealed excitement on their faces.

They recognized the state church emblem on the bishop's body and the imperial eagle on his staff, as well as the relief of the living saint of the empire behind him.

"Your Excellency, we..."

Pilinu struggled to his feet, clutching the communication device, wanting to report the situation.

However, the heretical relics on this ascetic attracted the attention of the bishop and aroused his strong disgust.

The other person's voice grew increasingly cold:

"Have you also been corrupted by heretical beliefs, Perinus? The heretical doctrines of Phanes are so dark that even ascetics cannot resist them."

The archbishop's judgment is so correct; we must destroy this place to preserve its sacred glory.

Pilino realized the problem and hurriedly explained:

"Your Majesty, that was a mistake. I remain pure, and I retain my devotion to the Third Diocese."

My soul...it has not been defiled!

“I despise you, Perinus. Look at what you are made of. You have defiled my eyes and the Third Diocese.”

You have been excommunicated; you are no longer a sacred ascetic, and you will not receive the Emperor's forgiveness.

That bishop was so devout yet ruthless, tolerating no dissent whatsoever:

"The fleet and the Crusaders of the Third Diocese are about to arrive."

You will be cursed, and you will fall into the deepest hell along with Phanes under the Emperor's divine punishment.

And you, you traitors who foolishly believe in heretical doctrines, you deserve no forgiveness and will be destroyed in the flames of the curse!

The bishop's virtual image swept over the surrounding crowd, his gaze revealing unbearable contempt.

Zhila!
The psionic energy swirling around the machine intensified, then black smoke billowed out. After making his announcement, he ordered the Star Speaker to extinguish the signal from the relic device.

"No!"

Pilino collapsed to the ground, feeling unprecedented regret and despair.

He was considered a heretic, scorned and excommunicated, and even his soul was not forgiven.

He could no longer return to the throne, nor could he receive forgiveness.

That was eternal pain and torment; the faith cultivated day and night for over a hundred years vanished into thin air.

“My soul has lost its protection, the demon… the demon will devour my soul, no, I am still loyal, I am not a heretic.”

The ascetic huddled in the corner, trembling and babbling incoherently, lacking even the courage to commit suicide.

According to the teachings of ascetics, a soul that has lost its protection will be swallowed by chaos and fall into eternal torment.

That was the greatest terror.

Any ascetic who loses his protection will spend the rest of his life in fear and despair, and will be even more afraid of death, just like Belial.

"Are we heretics?"

"Why did that imperial bishop call us heretics?"

Some people realized what was happening and fell into deep confusion.

From birth, they receive the emperor's blessings.

The people of the Phanes Empire toiled daily, fulfilling the empire's sacred eleven taxes without ever slacking off or missing a single day of worship.

How could they be heretics when they are so devout?
Why would the Imperial Fleet want to destroy them?
People couldn't understand this problem, and deep confusion and fear were growing.

The emperor was their only support, but now even that support seemed to be abandoning them, and an indescribable chill crept into the hearts of many.

The once unbreakable faith began to crack, and the chaos of the warp inevitably engulfed it.

While the people in this refuge were in a state of confusion, more disasters struck Fanes amidst the upheaval.

……

At the bottom of the nest, in the sewers.

This sewer connection area is a vast space where many cunning individuals are gathering.

The corpse of the Genestealer patriarch lay beneath the Filthy Iron Throne, while a new, much larger patriarch sat upon the throne, stepping over the corpse.

His eyes gleamed with wisdom, but deep within his consciousness lay a hidden anger.

That was the wrath of the great four-armed savior.

Not long ago, Ron, using the high-ranking thieves spawned by the Bladewing Mother Nest, killed the chieftain of this planet and took over all the thieves.

This was not a difficult task for him, the will of the hive; he could simply use his superior rank to crush them.

Gestalt groups like the Tyren are easily subjugated by higher-ranking beings.

Afterwards, Ron used his cunning friends to observe Fanes' situation.

He drove the thieves to find the secret forces of the Third Diocese of Nakmonde Corridor and destroyed several Dark Age relic machines.

However, he was still a step too late.

At least one-third of the artifacts were activated, causing a terrible geological disaster.

Even more troublesome is that the deaths of a large number of people triggered an invasion of chaos, and the blood attracted wave after wave of skinners.

The green-skinned people outside the city were also affected by the earthquake and flocked out.

A Tyranid hive fleet, drawn by some unknown force, is also heading towards this planet, driven by greed.

This plunged Fanes into an unprecedented crisis, putting it on the verge of collapse.

To make matters worse, his own fleet had not yet arrived, and Fanes had to rely on himself to withstand the first wave of attacks.

"Is this how those state religion's bastards treat a planet that diligently pays its tithe?!"

Ron frowned, a hint of anger in his eyes.

Through his investigation over this period of time, he discovered many large warehouses built on the planet Fanes.

The place was brimming with goods from the National Day holiday.

This means that during the nearly two hundred years that Fanes was separated from the empire, he never considered refusing to pay the tithe.

Furthermore, they did not evade taxes; they had saved all the taxes collected over the years, waiting for the empire to come and collect them.

Aside from the aliens causing trouble, how many such loyal planets are there within the Empire's territory?
Even Ron himself couldn't do that back then; he happily pocketed elevenths of the tax after the connection was severed, using it for the planet's development.

The elevenths of the taxes stored in those giant warehouses were all saved up little by little by the frugal efforts of the Fanescalozza dynasty and its people.

They regarded it as a sacred duty and dreamed of returning to the empire.

The people of Fanes, however, were treated this way by the state religion, which they saw as the empire destroying its loyal subjects.

Ron took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Isn't that ruining my reputation?!"

After all, he, the savior and emperor, represents the empire, and the Third Diocese is using the name of the empire and the emperor to carry out an extermination order.

Ron used the vision of the missionary saints and cunning scoundrels to see the collapsed hive city, where the people of Phanes were wailing in the disaster.

That's heartbreaking.

This world is so cruel; destruction always comes unexpectedly, and any impact can instantly destroy their peaceful lives.

There wasn't even a chance to resist.

Fortunately, the Kalozaza dynasty did not stand idly by and watch the disaster unfold. Almost all of the undead forces were engaged in rescue missions and used force fields to stabilize the collapsed buildings.

He also sent out the cunning men to rescue as many people as possible.

"I destroyed most of the dark machinery, and the Kalozaza dynasty reacted quickly enough that it will not be completely overwhelmed by the next attack from the Heretic Xenomorphs."

Ron analyzed the current situation and breathed a slight sigh of relief:

"If they can hold out until I arrive, there is still a chance to salvage the situation."

Most of the people of Fanes will survive, return to the new empire and live a better life, and I will receive the troops and legacy of the Carlozasa dynasty.

Judging from these factors, the situation has not yet reached its worst point.

However, the next second, Ron saw the Third Parish fleet above the airspace. The space undead seemed completely unprepared, as if they were welcoming them.

Welcome to the Empire.

However, the large-scale sound-emitting device of the State Church fleet projected the Archbishop's cold proclamation onto the hive capital.

In the name of the empire and the emperor, he declared Phanes a heretic traitor who must be destroyed!
This sparked unprecedented unrest in Fanes.

Ron almost choked on his breath; he felt numb all over.

"Those bastards in the Third Diocese are making things too difficult for me."

"If I were to shake the faith of the Kalozasa dynasty and force them into rebellion, how many troops would I have to send in?!"

Afterwards, the high-level thieves extracted numerous memories from the minds of the ascetic believers.

This wasn't the first time the Third Diocese had done something like this; in fact, it had destroyed several state religion planets that followed different sectarian doctrines in the name of heresy.

"This is an act of utter heresy and rebellion..."

Ron's anger burned fiercely. What could have been a misunderstanding before was now an extreme act of rebellion.

However, the current problem is that we do not have the military power on this planet to quickly stop the actions of the State Religion fleet.

Perhaps only the Emperor's Cursed Legion could disregard space to reach this place, stop the state religion fleet, and assist the local area in resisting the invasion of heretical aliens.

Ron hesitated.

Because the Emperor's condition has been rather poor lately, and the Golden Throne has been twitching from time to time.

This further alerted the Imperial Guard and the Grey Knights.

Using force rashly could trigger more risks of turning to the dark side.

But thinking of the precious alien heritage beneath Fanes and the situation in the Vigilant Star region, he gritted his teeth and contacted his old man.

Ron informed the Emperor of the specific details of the planet Fanes.

He urged:

"The Third Diocese is no longer just an ordinary heretic. You need to bring more people over quickly and strike hard!"

(End of this chapter)