Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 701 Savior: Look closely, this is the wisdom of the Empire's ancestors!

Ron has dug into the tomb world of the great vengeful spirit overlord of space, who claims that his name cannot be spoken directly.

He obtained information about the Eternal Sphere from it.

The Eternal Sphere is a creation of the Necromancers of Space, or the Fearful Dead, at their peak, when they wreaked havoc under the rule of the Star Gods.

Any race that dares to resist that dominion and power will have its stars stripped from its star system, leaving only endless darkness and cold.

As for the fragments of the destroyed stars, they were made into projectiles for the Eternal Sphere, which were extremely powerful.

Based on the information available, the Eternal Sphere is a devastating weapon with a very wide range of applications, making the Cyclone Torpedo roughly equivalent to a large hand grenade in comparison.

It is estimated that this place was the capital of the Carlozasa dynasty before humans colonized Fanes, which explains the presence of such powerful defensive weapons.

Although Ron knew of the existence of the Sphere of Eternity, he still found it difficult to estimate its true destructive power.

"In any case, that thing can definitely blow up the large fleet of the Third Diocese."

"Kalozasa truly lives up to its reputation as a dynasty ruled by the French king. With the Eternal Sphere as its defensive system, normal fleets are utterly helpless against it."

Ron was still thinking about the other person's inheritance and felt quite emotional:

"What a perfect weapon, it's a pity it doesn't belong to humans. If only we could dig it back, or better yet, dig up the entire tomb..."

While he was pondering, he did not hesitate at all and sent a message to the Ansemore Warband Commander in the form of a vision.

Tell the other side to quickly order the fleet of the Third Diocese to flee and get as far away from Fanes as possible.

The main problem was that the Karozasa dynasty acted too quickly.

While Ron was dealing with the Archbishop, the Crownless King began his operation.

By the time he had executed the heretics and taken control of the fleet, the army of the Necromancers in space had already assembled, and even their giant cannons were on the line.

How can we even negotiate like this?
All I can say is that their mobilization speed is incredibly fast, with absolutely no delay; they probably can't even match Tyronn.

The majority of the Necromancer's army consists of fully-fledged, commanded living metal machines.

In short, we can't stay in this star system any longer; the Third Diocese fleet must leave as quickly as possible.

To prevent this cowardly fleet from being wiped out by the Eternal Sphere's giant cannon.

The best approach is to wait for our Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, along with the Eldar, Orc, and Terran fleets, to arrive before deciding how to resolve the issue.

Those armed fleets are already on their way to the jump and will soon arrive in the Fanes system.

This savior and emperor of the empire has few other skills, but he has an abundance of troops.

Even if these armed fleets cannot solve the problem, they can continue to mobilize troops through the internet until the Dharma King kneels down and begs for mercy.

"As for the defensive risks caused by troop deployment, how can there be no risks in war? Let's win first!"

As Ron pondered this, he sent information about the Fanes system to the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Let them study how many troops would be needed to flood the Kalozasa dynasty in the worst-case scenario.

In fact, some high-ranking military officials from the old empire vaguely felt that the emperor was overly cautious.

The empire's economy and defenses are now vastly improved compared to the Regent's era.

We should raise the eleventh tax to attract more resources, and then launch one magnificent expedition after another.

But that emperor wanted more, hoping that the empire would gradually advance while maintaining stable development.

Those armed forces that remain in the empire can still unleash terrifying military suppression at critical moments.

Simply put, the emperor of the empire still suffers from a fear of insufficient firepower and does not want his army to be scattered. He hopes to be able to mobilize overwhelming force to crush the enemy at any time when necessary.

Ron, the emperor of the empire, was mostly mild-mannered and not a ruler who was keen on war.

He prefers to win through operations and planning, subduing the enemy without fighting.

But if the other side doesn't give us face, then we'll have no choice but to use our fleet to clear the area.

Let them say my fleet blots out the sky!

When the Emperor's orders reached the Ministry of Military Affairs, the new Empire's terrifying war machine was activated, and unimaginable military force began to gather.

Inside the Third Diocese's command flagship, Ron's consciousness remained hidden within the cunning and shrewdness, guiding the fleet's command.

After receiving the communication, the Ansermor warband commander instructed the navigator to enter warp mode.

The fleet will collectively enter subspace, away from the planet Fanes.

However, as soon as the Geller force field was activated, Ron sensed something was wrong.

He had a keen sense of the warp: "This is not a normal warp state. The warp forces are too chaotic. Forcing your way into the ship would probably result in being torn apart by a massive storm."

Could it be the influence of the Black Stone Tomb beneath the planet Fanes, or interference from the Sphere of Eternity?

"We must stop the jump no matter what!"

Warp space travel is so dangerous that any problem can result in the destruction of the ship and the loss of life. Such accidents occur from time to time in the Empire.

It wasn't just the Empire; the fleets of other races were also affected. The Tau Empire even suffered the tragedy of having its main fleet destroyed.

The next moment, the command flagship sounded its alarm.

Ron's consciousness received a new message: the navigators of the Third Parish Fleet were experienced enough to urgently halt the jump voyage.

However, this backfired and caused him to fall into a coma.

That means the other person was lucky; their head didn't explode under the high pressure of subspace.

At this point, the Third Diocese Fleet finally detected the high energy response on Fanes and realized the threat it faced.

The ship's void shields could not withstand that level of attack.

Commanders like Anselmor realized that the Emperor's guidance was so accurate; that being had foreseen the threat in advance.

They grew increasingly awestruck by the spiritual power of the savior, the emperor, and quickly began to respond.

Seeing that the Rift Lords had detected the threat on Fanes, Ron didn't waste any more words.

In this situation, any sane warrior would know how to handle it.

He then focused his attention on his own plans to avoid wasting too much time.

That was the only chance to save them.

Soon the Third Diocese fleet changed its original dense formation and dispersed in all directions, desperately trying to distance itself from Fanes.

Only in this way can we avoid further damage and prevent too many ships from being destroyed by that terrible attack.

Third Diocese Command Flagship

Bridge.

At this moment, both the commander and the crew were filled with fear and unease.

They tried desperately to escape the deadly threat, but to no avail.

"My lord, we have been locked onto by the alien giant cannon on Fanes Star. At our current speed, we cannot avoid the attack. The probability of us being hit is 99.99%."

The fleet adjutant's tone was somewhat desperate, but he could only force himself to remain calm: "Even under overload conditions, the Void Shield cannot withstand such an attack."

That was the strongest ground energy reaction we had ever recorded. The alien giant cannon on Fanes was something that the Void Shield simply couldn't withstand.

According to data calculations, we need at least twenty times the energy of the Void Shield to offset this attack, and we cannot rule out the possibility that the Alien Cannon can continue to attack…”

"Lieutenant, evacuate the ships around the Preacher. Using them as a barrier is no longer of any use."

Anselmor stared intently at the spherical virtual star map, which showed the location of Fanes and all the ships.

The next moment, he asked, "So, how much reaction time do we have now?"

The ship's adjutant took a deep breath:

"In about a minute, or maybe less, we had no chance of evacuation. That kind of energy reaction had a very wide range of impact."

However, even if we manage to evacuate from the ships, we won't get very far, which would be even more dangerous.

Upon hearing this, Ansermor's expression changed slightly.

He tried to lighten the mood, though it was a bit awkward: "We can only pray now that the alien cannon either stops firing or misses its target."

"I hope so."

The ship's first officer responded to the Imperial Angel with a forced smile, knowing that it was impossible for that to happen.

But they really had no other choice but to pray.

Inside the bridge, people were quietly praying for the Emperor's protection, begging that being could save the ship.

Or perhaps they wish to return to the throne peacefully, rather than suffer the torment of the warp.

Anselmor remained calm, a glimmer of hope in his heart:
"That emperor foresaw the threat beforehand. I wonder if he can help us?" But he quickly chuckled.

The attack that the Third Diocese's flagship is currently facing is one that even the most powerful psionicists cannot stop.

Moreover, that being is not even in the Fanes system; aside from being able to transmit some information using witchcraft.

Can't do anything.

Drop drop-

The ship's detection radar roared wildly as an extremely high-intensity energy source hurtled towards them.

The speed was so terrifying that it almost exceeded the detection capabilities of radar.

Ansermor turned to look at the area where he was observing the dome, and could see a huge crimson energy cluster coming from the direction of Fanes in the void.

It was like a miniature sun, igniting everything around it, as if even the void itself was burning.

Gradually, the air on the bridge began to heat up, like a giant steamer, and numerous mechanical circuits issued erroneous warnings.

The "sun" was approaching, radiating astonishing heat; it was unimaginable what the consequences would be if it struck the ship.

Ansermor gazed at the rising steam and the "sun" that almost filled his field of vision, knowing that his fate and that of the ship were sealed.

They will all turn into the purest coke under high temperatures.

"May our souls return to the throne."

The Rift Lord Warband Commander slowly closed his eyes, welcoming liberation.

But as death approached, he couldn't help but wonder if he had truly atoned for his sins and deserved the honor of returning to the throne.

boom!
In an instant, the bridge reached its peak heat, and even the outer walls turned slightly red.

Then came a violent shockwave, and Ansermor spun around in the darkness, but the next moment he suddenly opened his eyes.

He grabbed his seat and, in a moment of surprise, rescued the adjutant next to him.

"Your Majesty, that alien attack missed us; it just missed us!"

The command flagship was overturned by the heat wave generated by the star debris, but was only slightly affected and was not hit head-on.

Although the secondary disaster still caused damage to the ship, most of the people survived.

Once the ship's rolling was stopped, the people on the bridge, disregarding their injuries, went into a frenzy.

Tears streamed down their faces as they expressed their gratitude for the emperor's protection.

"By the Emperor!"

"That being blessed the Preacher, and we all survived!"

Boom——

Suddenly, a burst of intense light in the distance caught everyone's attention.

Ansermor and the others looked toward the source of light and gasped in shock as the crimson light illuminated their faces.

It was a massive fireball engulfed in flames and magma, and an apocalyptic collapse was underway; not long ago, it was a barren asteroid.

The alien cannon's attack missed the command flagship, but struck an asteroid behind it, instantly destroying it.

Unlike the Cyclone Torpedo, which uses environmental disasters to eliminate lives, this is the simplest and most direct form of destruction.

Unstoppable.

The Empire doesn't have many fortresses capable of withstanding such an attack, so using them to attack ships would be a waste.

As the people on the bridge watched the asteroid collapse and be destroyed, and the high-speed debris cloud that formed around it, a new fear arose in their hearts.

They realized that the alien cannon might still be able to fire again, and that the Preacher and the Third Parish Fleet would face new despair after losing their ability to navigate in the subspace.

Given the range of that alien giant cannon, it would have enough time to destroy all the ships little by little before the fleet left the star system.

"We're safe!"

Ansermor's voice suddenly rang out in surprise; he had just received a message from the think tank.

The voice of the Rift Lord's warband grew increasingly devout and unquestionable:
"The entire Third Diocese fleet returned along the original route to land on Fanes Star, assisting the local area in resisting alien heretics and launching rescue operations."

This is His Majesty the Emperor's order, and it must be carried out!

The Emperor used witchcraft to declare the Preacher safe to the think tank and issued new instructions.

It must have been that being who, in some way, influenced the trajectory of the alien cannon and saved them.

What immense power!

In a corner of the ship, a cunning creature curled up, finally ending the transmission of its psionic message.

"It seems my plan has succeeded, and the misunderstanding between the Kalozasa Dynasty and the Empire has been temporarily alleviated."

Otherwise, the living metal governor, the Dharma King, would not have deflected the giant cannon, allowing the Preacher to survive.

At least that guy was wary…

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself.

Not long ago, I used the wisdom of the Empire's ancestors to transmit accurate information to Fanes Star.

Moreover, the relevant information will likely be transmitted accurately to that Dharma King without any interference, which will also serve as a warning.

As for the outcome, that depends on the other party's choice.

Hopefully, the space undead of the Kalozaza dynasty who consider themselves human are unaware of their own power and the extent of damage they can inflict on this star system.

After that, Ron's consciousness completely left the command flagship.

Lately, my consciousness has been drifting around in the Milky Way and subspace, acting as a signal transmitter.

It's really a bit upsetting.

Fortunately, my true form is finally about to arrive at this galaxy.

The emperor himself has come, and his supreme will will descend upon the Fanes system; nothing can stop it.

Wherever the Emperor's gaze falls, the shadows of the fleet and the fury of war will engulf everything!
……

not long ago.

Phanes' main nest, the upper nest.

The army of the Kalozasa dynasty amassed, a dark mass, poised for a large-scale war with the empire.

The tomb engineer descended from mid-air to the ground, respectfully bowing to the Living Metal Governor Zabok and the Crownless Dharma King:
"My lord, our Sphere of Eternity has been activated, and the Empire's fleet will be engulfed by the flames of the stars."

In their rage, they activated the terrifying cannon in response to the Empire's actions.

"The Empire has betrayed us and deserves that fate!"

Some high-ranking nobles of the ruling dynasty who favored war were quite excited, believing that the launch of the Eternal Sphere would become the clarion call of war.

That was the revenge of the Phanes!
Zabok sat silently on his throne, forged from black stone and living metal.

He knew that once he destroyed the state religion's ships, Fanes would be locked in a life-or-death struggle with the empire, with no chance of reconciliation.

As the Sphere of Eternity rose, the mood among the dynasty's nobles became tense.

After all, it was the empire they had long believed in, an incomparably powerful one.

The empire's power and legends are deeply etched in the hearts of the dynasty's nobles and the planet's inhabitants.

It is difficult to remove in a short time.

No one dared to promise that Fanes would survive the war.

In short, they felt that the Empire was extremely terrifying and unstoppable, once the Holy Terra discovered the Fanes rebellion.

That's a fight to the death!
"Look, what's that in the sky..."

In the tense atmosphere, the nobles of the dynasty noticed something and all looked up.

Something drifted down from the airspace, like scattered black dots.

Even more terrifying, those unknown things, without them even realizing it, bypassed the newly activated energy defense field and crashed down on their heads.

There was no reaction, and it was impossible to defend against.

What they saw filled them with dread—an attack that appeared to be from the Empire.

"This is impossible!"

A minor disturbance occurred among the nobles of the Kalozasa dynasty.

A sense of dread gripped them. Had the terrible retaliation from the Empire arrived so soon after Fanes attempted to launch a counterattack against the state religious fleet?!
(End of this chapter)