Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 694 Savior: Oh no, it's a Whirlwind Torpedo! Can I withstand it?!

Why isn't there a response?

After Ron sent a psionic message to the Emperor, he received no response; the communication seemed to have vanished without a trace.

He frowned slightly:
"Sigh, could it be that he's fallen asleep again? This is happening more and more frequently."

After Ron discovered the problem, his consciousness entered the subspace and began to manipulate the Sun of Hope.

Now, his consciousness travels through the galaxy and the warp, relying on the Hope Sun, the Tyranid hive, the Greenskin network, and his cloned body.

To control the situation.

They also experienced the feeling of the emperors transforming into deities and bestowing blessings upon living saints everywhere over the years.

Although he was stubborn, his approach was no different from that of the Chaos Gods.

This feeling of being in control is fascinating and intoxicating.

That is power above real monarchy, a god above life, who directly controls life, body, mind, and faith.

If one's will is weak, it is easy to lose oneself in such power and become a prisoner of the warp.

It's quite remarkable that the Emperor could remain sober and refuse to acknowledge that he was a god.

Ron himself is in good control, mainly because the Emperor is keeping him in check.

He knew that no matter how much he exploded, it wouldn't be more terrifying than the explosion of the Holy Sun.

Who in the galaxy or subspace isn't afraid of this ultimate bomb?
In this situation, the Chaos Gods probably can't sleep at night, dreaming of solving this threat.

Moreover, they must have never stopped plotting.

Ron pondered.

If the Chaos Gods were to launch a large-scale attack on the Holy Terra Palace one day, it would surely be because they had found a way to resolve the threat.

Once they attack, it will be a life-or-death final battle.

He thought of the massive harassment that Chaos had inflicted on the Empire, and he always felt that they were plotting something big, with Erebas at the forefront.

"The empire's defenses are now very solid. The Chaos Gods probably want to hinder the empire's military strength and prevent me from obtaining the Black Stone of the Vigilant Star."

Aside from that, it shouldn't cause any major damage to the empire.

Ron arrived at this conclusion, but the next moment an absurd thought suddenly popped into his head—

They wouldn't be planning to attack Holy Terra and take down the Emperor, would they? No way, no way.
However, Ron quickly realized that this possibility was unlikely.

At least for now, within the galaxy and subspace, there is no way that can truly threaten the Emperor.

Unless they've gone mad and want to take the empire down with them.

Moreover, the defenses of Holy Terra have been further reinforced, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Ron's thoughts wandered aimlessly, which is one of the troubles of higher beings. Their vast consciousness can see too many things and is constantly considering various matters.

Moreover, it involves multiple parallel processes.

For Ron, who has a human body and maintains a human life, it feels like he can never rest.

Very uncomfortable.

Ron turned his attention back to the current problem; the most important thing now was to resolve the crisis on Fanes.

But after hoping to see the black energy surging on the sacred sun, he hesitated.

The golden hue within the Emperor's essence is receding, and dark energy is gradually gaining the upper hand, much like sunspots raging across the sphere.

Now he spends less and less time awake, like an old man entering his twilight years.

However, the opposite is true.

The emperor did not grow old and weak, but rather his power grew stronger, to the point that even the Holy Tower could not keep up with the rate at which it was releasing pressure.

So much so that he had to resort to slumber to suppress it.

"Hiss, it feels like some kind of terrifying countdown is about to begin, it's kind of creepy..."

Ron gasped.

The darkness within the Emperor seemed poised to burst forth at any moment.

Ron felt the power of the holy sun, and constantly endured the pressure of the immense darkness, which grew ever stronger.

He found himself caught in an impossible triangle.

Guilliman's resurgence pushed the already struggling Empire into the ICU, while Guilliman's own appearance saved the Empire, gradually removing the lesions and allowing it to slowly recover its strength.

The empire showed signs of becoming great again and taking off, embarking on a fast track of recovery and development.

The problem is that the stronger the empire, the more powerful the emperor will inevitably become, and the more he will fall into deep corruption.

Although he had taken away a small portion of the faith and used the sacred tower to relieve pressure, that was at most a temporary relief from the danger, not a fundamental cure.

But if one were to completely erase the emperor's influence, then all the faith would weigh on one's own shoulders.

It's like you're sitting on the toilet in place of the emperor.

That would be even more tragic.

Ron is just taking it one step at a time right now. The empire is such a huge entity; people need to eat, and it can't just stop developing, can it?

The future depends on how far Peturabo's subspace technology research and imperial reforms can progress.

The current plan is to see if we can build a large-scale device that can suppress subspace energy and protect the Emperor.

It's like building a cage around a golden toilet and the surrounding area; it's a bit like the underworld, but it's a last resort.

They had to do this before the Emperor lost consciousness and fled from the Golden Throne.

That would require a massive amount of black stone.

During this period, it is also necessary to recover all dark areas as soon as possible, reduce the emergence of faith, and transform the original theocratic model into a centralized, unified, and scientifically governed system.

In addition to the expeditionary force in the Misty Starfield that he personally led, expeditionary forces in other starfields were also being prepared.

After the war on the Vigilant Star ends, we will reclaim the remaining dark territories of this star system and happily acquire the Black Stones before launching a full-scale invasion.

As for the state religion itself, religious reform must be further deepened.

Judging from the situation in the third parish of the Nakmunde Corridor.

The existence of the state religion did indeed affect the development plans of the new empire.

The empire's former foundational sects not only need a complete overhaul, turning some of their faiths to themselves, but also need to drastically reduce their staff and establish a new department to uniformly issue priest certificates.

Those without a certificate are disloyal and cannot pray casually!

This would gradually reduce the faith of the new generation of imperial subjects, shifting their worship from faith to the worship of power.

He himself will gradually conceal his miracles and appear only as the emperor of the empire.

Reduce the influence of human thought on the subspace.

These plans are currently progressing step by step.

Finally, Ron managed to suppress all his chaotic thoughts.

He fixed his gaze on the sacred sun and made his decision: he would wake the Emperor.

"The situation in the Battle of Vigilant Star is related to the future development of the Empire, so we still need to trouble him to take action."

Fortunately, it wasn't something too difficult.

Ron vaguely remembered the old man's fierce burning of Nurgle Gardens, but now it would be difficult to do so again.

It's not that it's impossible, but rather that we fear its overwhelming power might affect the empire, leading to a lose-lose situation.

Being too strong can also be a problem.

Ron manipulated the Sun of Hope to unleash another wave of psionic energy, which slammed into the Holy Sun.

He quickly woke the emperor and told him about it.

The emperor was furious and filled with murderous intent.

Ron could understand that although the Emperor disliked the Xenomorphs, he still allowed the Xenomorph technology to exist.

He witnessed the changes brought about by those technologies.

In this situation, is Fanes still an alien planet? It is an important resource for the development of the empire.

The actions of the Third Diocese undoubtedly offended him.

"You're right. How can the empire function properly if we keep those state religion parasites around?!"

Ron shared the same thought: the Third Diocese could not be kept, even though it was one of the largest dioceses in the Misty Sector and involved many high-ranking personnel.

A bloody cleanup was inevitable.

After seeing the Emperor mobilize energy to summon the Cursed Legion, his consciousness returned to Fanes.

However, before he could regain his composure, he sensed Fanes's confusion and shouts.

After this loyal planet was declared heretical by the Third Diocese, both the undead and the human people were plunged into extreme chaos.

They no longer knew what they were fighting for, and this even fueled hatred.

Ron watched the Third Parish fleet glide slowly and began his own operation.

The Emperor's cursed legion is a safety net, but we can't do nothing either; who knows what unexpected things might happen during this time?

What if the Chaos Gods send forces to hold back the Cursed Legion?
In this situation, Ron himself had to try to stop them, to increase the chances of success as much as possible, even if it was just a sliver of a chance.

He mobilized the forces deployed by the missionary saints.

Inside a sewage pipe somewhere in the lower nest, several missionary saints were praying to the great four-armed savior.

Before them, a dark yellow sporangium was devouring the surrounding biomass.

With a snap, the sporangium ruptured, and a streamlined, over three-meter-long, high-level Tyrannosaurus creature slid out, struggling in the sewage.

It was a mutated insect hive overlord with a huge, high-rising head, more like a combination of a gargoyle and a brain worm.

Within seconds, the mutated hive overlord's previously limp body became powerful, and its biomass armor hardened and darkened. Hiss!
It bared its fangs and claws, suddenly spread its wings and burst out of the pipe, flying into the sky along the breach in the hive city, its target the dark mass of the Third Diocese fleet.

That was Ron controlling; it was the only high-level flying unit he could control in Fanes.

If we could infiltrate the command ship's interior, that would be the best outcome, even if it meant creating chaos and delaying things.

In addition, his will as the emperor of the empire will also soon resist Fanes.

Hopefully, it's not too late.

……

More than ten minutes ago, at the top floor of the main nest, the royal palace.

News of the imperial fleet's arrival spread, and the palace was transformed into a sea of ​​joy. The anxiety on every official's face vanished, replaced by smiles.

Nearly two hundred years later, they finally saw the fleet from the Empire.

The previous earthquake in Fanes caused widespread panic, and many areas suffered terrible geological disasters.

The invasion of alien heretics is also imminent.

Now, Fanes' long wait has come to an end, and the planet will return to the embrace of the Empire, bathed in the Emperor's holy light.

Everything will be alright!
The protocol officer strode into the governor's office: "Sir, the Imperial fleet has arrived over Fanes. Shall we begin the ceremony?"

The etiquette officer had tears in her eyes, and her voice was somewhat shrill due to her emotional state.

He had been preparing for this moment for far too long.

Soon, he would accompany the governor to welcome the empire's leaders, which would perhaps be the most glorious moment of his life.

That scene will surely be recorded by the imperial historians for future generations to admire.

wow~
Piles of parchment documents fell down.

The living metal governor, the crown-severing Zabock, has been handling various emergencies since the geological disaster occurred.

This good news made him very excited.

Ignoring the documents on the ground, he abruptly stood up: "By the Emperor, Fanes has finally waited for this day!"

If this living metal governor were a normal human being, his eyes would already be wet with tears.

After years of waiting, Fanes will be redeemed, and the shadow of destruction will dissipate.

"Tax officer, where are my documents? We need to report Fanes' situation to the lords of the Empire in person."

This planet's loyalty has never wavered, its sacred duty to pay taxes has never ceased; this planet needs the Empire's continued protection!

Zabock urgently summoned the tax officer, asking him to prepare the necessary documents to provide a more detailed account of the planet's condition.

He hoped that the loyalty and efforts of the Fanes people would be recognized by the empire, and it would be even better if they could be commended.

The palace was thrown into a flurry of activity due to the arrival of the Imperial Third Diocese fleet.

But people are happy to do it.

Zabock, unusually, finished his work and couldn't wait to prepare for the meeting.

With the help of his attendants, he donned a magnificent suit that symbolized his status, and further embellished his wrinkled, metallic face with makeup.

He was somewhat worried that his sickly appearance might affect the mood of the imperial officials, thus leaving a bad impression on Fanes.

Zabok gently wiped the Imperial Eagle emblem in his hand and pinned it to his chest.

Then he looked at himself in the jeweled full-length mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

The living metal governor now looked like a rather tall nobleman, full of loyalty to the empire.

"Have the empire's leaders responded?"

Zabock sensed something was wrong and turned to ask the government official who had just entered, who seemed to be in a bad mood.

The Imperial fleet arrived somewhat hastily, perhaps because they received a request for help from Fanes and sent their fleet over immediately.

That's not an easy thing.

"My lord, the Empire has rejected our communications and said... that Fanes is a heretic!"

The government official was distraught and behaved somewhat rudely.

Zabok was stunned when he heard the government official's words, and the people around him also fell silent.

He had considered that the Empire might be angry, or question Fanes's decision to sever ties.

But the concept that "Phanes is a heretic" was something he had never thought about, or rather, it was something that Phanes' people would never have thought about.

They were all loyal followers of the emperor and loyal subjects of the empire.

"Your Majesty, how could this happen..."

The living metal governor stood there, seemingly lost in thought, the Empire's response having wounded him.

"Then I'm afraid... it's a misunderstanding. Fanes is loyal."

After a moment's pause, Zabok managed to squeeze out these words: "Please tell the lords of the Empire that I will personally go and explain Fanes' situation to them."

We are not heretics; we have always been practicing sacred rites…

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a declaration projected by the large sound generator of the Third Diocese Fleet.

The aged voice that arrived at the nest was high above, filled with relentless contempt and disdain:

“Humble heretics of Phanes, I am the Archbishop of the Third Diocese of Nachmond, the great preacher of the Holy Church, Frederick.”

You have desecrated and defiled the sanctity of the empire.

In the holy name of Holy Terra and the Emperor, this land has been condemned as a complete heretic and traitor, and all heretics must be put to trial.

No matter how you try to justify, cover up, or repent, it is an undeniable fact that you are heretics and rebels, and you will suffer divine punishment.

The Emperor's wrath has arrived, and Phanes has no way to escape!

Archbishop Freiburg's words were like a death sentence for the planet, leaving Zabock and the court officials bewildered and sorrowful.

The expectations and passion for the empire turned to coldness.

As people gazed at the bas-relief statue in the governor's office, only one question remained in their minds—

How did they become heretics?!
However, before Zabok and the others could recover from this grief, the main hive was hit by a new upheaval.

The surrounding court officials lost their footing and fell to the ground.

They received the news quickly.

That was the Imperial fleet taking advantage of Fanes' trust to launch an attack in near-Earth orbit, like a knife plunged into the fiery heart of this loyal planet.

Boom boom boom——

The Third Diocese Fleet, having long planned this, unleashed countless cannon shots upon the orbital fortress and the hive city.

Many defense zones were caught off guard and suffered heavy damage.

Their attack was so precise, as if they had already figured out the local, already vulnerable orbital defense system.

Even more troublesome is that some nests have had their energy lines damaged by geological disasters, and have lost their protective shields.

Torpedoes and plasma beams struck various areas of the hive city, igniting flames several kilometers high.

"Activate all defense protocols and halt the artillery fire!"

Zabock was trembling all over as he gave the order to defend, but he still clung to hope.

No order to attack the Imperial fleet was issued.

The people of this loyal planet have too much awe for the empire and the emperor, and still cling to the illusion that this is all a misunderstanding.

However, even if they retaliate, the defense system of Fanes Star would find it difficult to harm the fleet in the airspace.

Zabock summoned the Royal Guards and boarded the Crescent.

He wanted to go to the Imperial Command Ship in person to explain Fanes' situation to the Imperial officials.

To clear up the misunderstanding.

Inside the ship, Zabock gazed at the flames burning everywhere, filled with resentment and anger.

He didn't know why things had turned out this way, or why the empire was attacking Fanes.

"My lord, shall we activate the tomb fleet?"

The emperor's thoughts affected the royal guards and more space undead, and certain memories began to resurface.

A high-ranking tomb engineer sent a signal and offered suggestions.

The ruins of the royal nest of Kalozasa are buried beneath the ground of Phanes.

It was a massive and unstoppable fleet capable of easily destroying any attacking Imperial fleet.

However, once that fleet is activated, it will cause irreparable damage to the surface of Fanes, destroying all the planet's nests and causing countless lives to perish.

Therefore, Zabock, the one who broke the crown, never activated the fleet, and was even unwilling to awaken more tombs.

To prevent them from damaging the environment of Fanes.

"No, we must not harm the people of Fanes' empire under any circumstances; that would be heresy."

I believe the misunderstanding can be cleared up!

Zabock still chose to refuse, clinging to his last glimmer of hope.

Moreover, once the Tomb Fleet is activated, Fanes will have no way to salvage the situation; it will be an endless war between the Empire and the Kalozaza dynasty!
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the Royal Guards activated their shields, and the next moment the Crescent Moon ship was hit by a torpedo and crashed out of control toward the Nest City.

"Holy crap, this alien spaceship is just too unlucky!"

Ron controlled the mutated insect hive overlord, flapping its wings to dodge cannon fire and debris as it flew into space.

He watched helplessly as the burning crescent-shaped warship swept past him, spinning as it crashed into the hive city's buildings.

Then, Ron spotted something that looked familiar, flying toward the ground—a large torpedo.

His heart clenched. That was a Cyclone Torpedo!
(End of this chapter)