Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 700 Savior: Oh no, the Empire has been counterattacked?!

"I am the one who has severed his crown, wielding the power of the Kalozasa dynasty, and even the stars tremble before me!"

Zabock suddenly produced a scepter in his hand and slammed it on the ground. The black stone core embedded in the scepter suddenly burst forth with a dazzling green light.

The energy spread out, instantly illuminating the entire ruins, and the dust that was stirred up was ionized by the energy field.

In his anger, the Dharma King unleashed even more of his hidden will.

Plasma energy crackled and leaped from one Nether Spider to another, from one Immortal to another, until the entire region was filled with distorted ions.

The dynastic ruler is mobilizing his army, and wave after wave of space undead are receiving new control protocols.

Centered on Zabok, a massive energy circle was formed, and the shockwave signal was transmitted to the cortical field of the living metal at millisecond speeds.

He received a response very quickly.

The Dark Spider burst from the ground like a cockroach, while the Doomsday Hunter buzzed into the air, sending out more signals.

Those empty eye sockets flickered with ominous, eerie green flames, and the scraping sound of metal bones was deafening.

The five-meter-tall scorpion-shaped lord suddenly crashed out, crushing the rubble and debris, its mechanical limbs shoveling through the thick walls.

Then came more immortals and space necromancers, appearing row upon row on the ruins.

A noble agreement bound them together, and the power of the Kalozasa dynasty awakened!

Descend from the nest.

The buildings trembled slightly from the aftershocks, and a group of refugees huddled in the triangular area formed by the necromantic phase field of space, shivering.

"Your Majesty, why have you abandoned the loyal lamb?"

"What mistakes have we made, and how can we atone for this sin?!"

"Forgive us, forgive the poor people of Fanes..."

Some believers prayed relentlessly, hoping to salvage the situation.

However, many others have become numb, losing their former expectations.

lifeless.

Not long ago, they were condemned as heretics by the state religion and attacked by the Third Diocese fleet.

In just half a day, the people of Fanes lost their spiritual support and did not know where to go.

Hope is fading, and darkness is about to descend upon this planet.

The only saving grace is that the area is safe enough under the protection of the Kalozasa dynasty.

At least they escaped the disaster and won't die immediately.

However, people discovered that some guardians were quietly leaving, seemingly to carry out new missions.

The refugees watched their respected guardians leave, and they felt uneasy; it probably wasn't a good thing.

In the crowd, a tall figure draped in tattered burlap and dressed in rags caught the eye.

He huddled up, looking pitiful like other refugees, trying to avoid a second disaster.

He was a beggar living a precarious life, barely scraping by.

Bang~
The beggar's broken bowl slipped and shattered on the ground.

His metal jaw clicked, and his tone was very excited:
"The Great Crown Breaker has finally contacted me; this is how the Carlozasa dynasty should act."

"If we hadn't adhered to our ethical agreements, that fleet in the sky would have been utterly insignificant."

The beggar's sudden standing up and his over three-meter-tall stature startled the surrounding refugees.

Beneath the tattered burlap was a somewhat grotesque living metal body, and at this moment, the eerie green energy emanating from his body crackled and popped.

It exuded a hint of intimidation.

In reality, this beggar's true identity is a space necromantic overlord known as the Reaper, and begging is his livelihood after he fell on hard times.

When the Calozasa dynasty ruled Fanes as humans, those undead nobles from space were also highly involved in the administration and rule.

But they soon fell out of favor with the empire’s political system, retaining only their noble status and receiving a generous paycheck every eleven tax cycles.

However, some space necromancer nobles have no concept of money and squander it as soon as they get it.

They won't survive until the next tax cycle, and they'll be penniless.

Therefore, those space necromancer nobles had no choice but to fend for themselves, just like bankrupt humans.

Those who are better off can make a living in Shangchao, finding a security job or working in a factory doing some skilled work.

As for high-level space undead like the Reapers who know nothing but killing, they were reduced to living as beggars in the lower lair to experience life.

At least people have a good impression of these beings who have contracted the "strange disease," and they can occasionally receive coins or sawdust bread, and if they are lucky, they can even have a little wine.

They managed to get by, and weren't starving.

Of course, this is merely a clumsy imitation of humanity by a space necromancer whose consciousness has deteriorated and whose mind has become disordered.

They can't eat anything, but they won't starve to death.

Unless they feel they should starve to death and then force themselves into hibernation.

A few years ago, another friend of the Reaper, the Space Necromancer Overlord, who was also a beggar, thought he was going to starve to death because he couldn't get food for a long time.

On a cold and hungry night, the domineering beggar collapsed on the street in Xiachao, his eerie green eyes no longer shining.

He fell into hibernation, letting himself be dragged away by the spiders that were responsible for cleaning the streets.

People were deeply saddened; they were among the few people in the neighborhood to starve to death, and the administrators were condemned.

Some kind-hearted workers who had just finished their work regretted not giving the beggar some food.

At the funeral of the beggar overlord, the priest made a special trip to pray for the poor, destitute nobleman before burying him in the public cemetery of Lower Nest.

The harvester also attended the funeral, was deeply saddened, and decided to work harder to beg for more food.

To avoid starving to death.

However, the harvester unexpectedly discovered that people were more willing to give him food after the beggar overlord "died".

Perhaps people are worried that this big guy with the strange disease will also die; people have more respect for humans with strange diseases.

Those nobles of the Kalozasa dynasty, besides those who went bankrupt and fell into exile, played a variety of roles.

For example, there are air force fishermen, port workers, and bryophyte botanists in the underground river, and others who scavenge garbage in the bottom nest.

It is called a study of the underlying ecology.

They were so engrossed in their human identities that they appeared almost comical.

However, apart from spending lavishly and engaging in role-playing, these dynastic nobles did almost nothing immoral and even contributed to the local economic prosperity.

This allowed Fanes to develop better than other imperial worlds filled with carnivores.

However, all of this was destroyed. The planet Fanes suffered geological disasters and bombings, forcing them to abandon their previous way of life.

They were summoned by the Crowned Dharma King, who was so angry.

He has decided to go to war!

The consciousnesses of those space necromancer overlords and nobles have recovered more memories of the war, and they want to protect this planet even more.

Of course, due to the long-term erosion of memories, some dynastic nobles were still somewhat apprehensive about going to war with the empire.

"By the Emperor, should we in Fanes really go to war with the Empire? Wouldn't that be a desecration of a great being?"

A space necromantic overlord crawled out of the Lower Nest public cemetery, covered in filth.

He didn't know what had happened, and he spoke in a loud, exaggerated manner.

"The Empire has treated us as heretics and attacked Fanes. The Kalozasa Dynasty must retaliate..." A voice from another dynasty's noble responded to him, sending him the relevant information in the form of energy.

The messages from the nobles of the Kalozasa dynasty moved and collided within the energy field; they were communicating.

More beings answered the call, and their voices emerged:
"You who have severed your crown, my noble Lord of the Stars, you have finally summoned the ruler of your tomb..."

"Ah, I seem to have gained more freedom. Ancient memories are reviving. The Kalozasa dynasty was so great and magnificent."

"We Fanes will never accept slander, nor will we yield to gunfire. Even if the entire starry sky is burned, we will prove our courage and loyalty!"

"Sizzle~"
"Great Crownbreaker, we should activate those crypt worlds now, so we can defend against more Imperial fleets. At least five crypt worlds await your summons."

"Has the war finally begun?"
War! I want more war! The Gauss Cannon is ready to fire; I can't wait to annihilate all the enemies and blow up that fleet!

“Waaagh——”

"Oh no, that guy's gone mad. He thinks he's one of our own, like a green-skinned orc. Get him out of the energy field quickly, so he doesn't affect us."

"Humans, what humans? Aren't we the fearers of death?"

"Has the ancient sage's army of white-skinned apes attacked again? Has Lord Star God issued any new orders?!"

"Another one's gone mad, get rid of him too!"

After a period of turmoil, the Kalozasa dynasty finally integrated all the information and eliminated the madmen.

The space necromantic overlords and the nobles of the dynasties began to gather at the Upper Nest to meet the great Crowned One, the Dharma King.

The solemn atmosphere on Fanes grew stronger, and more terrifying war machines were activated, with eerie green energy ripples illuminating the entire area.

After responding to the call, the Reaper also stepped out from the crowd and walked toward a large, scorpion-shaped living metal machine that had just arrived.

"Big guy, is Fanes going to start a war?"

A merchant who had been begging on the street suddenly asked, "Do you know this strange, down-on-his-luck man who always begs on the street?"

I heard that the other party was a nobleman from Shangchao and had even attended the governor's banquet.

"Yes."

The reaper stopped in its tracks, and a cold, electronic voice came through:
"But that was not our fault. It was the Empire that attacked Fanes first, and the governor has already issued a war order."

We will destroy all invading enemies and defend our homeland. Our guardians will fight to the death, until their last drop of blood is shed.

"Then let's go with the Empire..."

“We Fanes are loyal, but we must fight. Perhaps Fanes will be separated from the Empire forever, but at least we can survive.”

After finishing his speech, the Reaper boarded the Scorpion Destroyer vehicle and left the refugee shelter.

His blade was already itching to reap the lives of all his enemies and tear apart all flesh and blood.

The merchants and refugees stared blankly as the strange man left, one question still lingering in their minds.

So, will they still be able to worship emperors in the future?

If not, then which being should they believe in?
The people in this area clenched their fists as they recalled everything that had happened.

Perhaps they should also join the fight to defend against the invading enemy.

ka ka ka-

On the streets of the ruined area of ​​the hive city, a dark mass of space undead appeared, their footsteps striking the ground with such indifference.

The tombs in the collapsed area were awakened, and organized armies emerged from the grand tomb structures, replenishing the forces.

That is the most ruthless living metal army, which will obey the agreement to annihilate all enemies.

From the rubble of the nearby ruins, several cunning creatures cautiously peeked out, seemingly trying to spy on something.

However, they had barely revealed a glimpse of themselves when they were suddenly swept away by an ion beam and turned into a dispersing blood mist.

Even the ruins they were in were bombed, and they had no power to resist.

The forces of the Kalozasa dynasty have now initiated a war treaty, and all life except that of the Fanes is their enemy.

Whether it's the Imperial State Religion fleet in the airspace or the heretical aliens taking the opportunity to invade, they will all become targets of attack.

That was a war of life and death.

"Hiss~
This is getting dangerous.

The signal interference is so severe now that even the lousy equipment in the Third Parish can't project messages.

"But those metal shells are too materialistic, making it difficult to project hallucinations..."

After the spies were killed, Ron's vision was blocked, and his brows furrowed.

However, through a lot of biological information, he roughly understood the changes on Fanes Star.

The crownless Dharma King was furious. Under his orders, the Kalozasa dynasty had begun preparations for war, and their strength exceeded previous estimates.

"The Third Diocese Fleet's weaponry is like a small dessert compared to what they have; it's a force capable of sweeping across this sector."

Not to mention this star sector, even the Empire itself has to be cautious.

If the Crownless Dharma King were to truly rise in rebellion, it would likely be the most terrifying space undead invasion the Empire has ever faced.

Ron thought to himself.

He knew that the power of a Dharma King was far more than that; that was a high-level being who had defeated ancient saints and star gods together with the Silent King.

There aren't many in the entire space necromancy sequence.

Now, this force has not only failed to become an aid, but has also become a serious obstacle.

Make your campaign in the vigilant star region more difficult.

What's more troublesome is that I can no longer send the Cursed Chicken Thief to deceive people and perform miracles; if he goes down there, there's a high probability that a fight will break out.

The Kalozasa dynasty is already sharpening its knives, ready to launch a counterattack against the empire. The Third Diocese fleet may even have to be sacrificed, and at such a critical moment.

"That Flakeber guy, he wouldn't be enough to die ten thousand times over..."

Ron gritted his teeth.

He was considering whether to forcibly mobilize the Empire's army to solve this problem, but that might leave the relevant defenses vulnerable.

This allowed the Chaos Gods and the Silent King to seize the opportunity.

"I have a feeling that some force is urging me to mobilize the Empire's garrison. If I do that, I will fall into their trap."

Ron murmured, then abandoned the idea of ​​issuing a mobilization order.

He decided to wait a little longer to see the changes on Star Venus, since he hadn't done nothing.

If that plan fails, I'll have no choice but to forcibly bring in troops to clean up the mess; I absolutely cannot let this affect the situation on Vigilant Star.

No one can stop him from getting the Black Stone!

Suddenly, Ron burst into a tirade of curses, his mind reeling:

"My God, how come the Kalozaza dynasty even has this thing?! How are we supposed to fight?!"

Meanwhile, on the surface of the planet Fanes.

The ground in the suburbs of the city cracked and sank, revealing a dark hole from which a ghostly blue energy emanated.

A blue sphere rises slowly from the ground, beneath which lies a base of black stone, covered by an extremely complex mechanical structure.

The exposed structure alone is over twenty kilometers high.

That is the Sphere of Eternity, an ancient and rare weapon used against the Old Ones during the War of Heaven.

To be more precise, it was a terrifying cannon, and its shells were stellar fragments!

(End of this chapter)