Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 704 Savior: Guilliman's Call, Can the Wolf King Make the Emperor Stand Up?!
Ron stretched his body and then summoned his second-in-command, Taco.

He needed to make arrangements for what would happen after his arrival in Phanes.

This includes the imperial emperor's entourage upon landing, the related procedures, and the subsequent management of the planet.

"I need a solution."

The Empire will take complete control of the planet Fanes and everything there, including the excavation of the relics from the King of Fanes' tomb.

That could cause devastating damage to the environment of Fanes.

Many of the nesting cities will also suffer severe damage or even collapse completely, rendering the planet uninhabitable for a very long time…

Ron looked at Taco and stated his request:
"Even so, I still hope that the excavation of the King's tomb can be carried out as soon as possible, and that it will not provoke resistance from the Kalozasa dynasty, nor will it cause excessive harm to the local people."

Therefore, we need to find a good reason and an evacuation plan.

Taco listened respectfully to His Majesty the Savior's words.

The deputy tried to control his facial expression, but his brows furrowed slightly.

That was clearly not an easy task; in fact, it could be quite troublesome.

"As you wish."

I will provide you with a satisfactory plan before the fleet arrives in Fanes.

After confirming that His Majesty the Savior had no further instructions, Tako made a timely promise.

This is the meaning of his existence.

His Majesty the Savior has accomplished the most important task; as his deputy, he is not yet ready to take on the next mission.

That would be a serious act of blasphemy and dereliction of duty.

If Regent Bayev was the hand of the savior, then Tako was the second brain of the savior.

Of course, that second brain did not rely on Tako alone, but on a large team of advisors, including experts and scholars from various fields.

He was the manager of the staff team and the bridge for communication.

After receiving the instructions, Taco hurriedly left the sanctuary, where he was now busy with his work.

It might take several days without sleep or rest.

That plan needs not only a general idea, but also a specific execution plan, involving the evacuation and reassurance of people across the entire planet.

This requires mobilizing a huge amount of human and computing resources, as well as the cooperation of several departments.

They must complete the relevant tasks to prevent the brewing of new bloodshed on the planet Fanes.

After Ron finished explaining the tasks related to Fanes, he began to browse through the documents that had accumulated over this period of time.

Those are all filtered information or intelligence that I might need to know.

As the emperor of the empire, he needed to maintain an understanding of the empire.

"The merger of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior and the Royal Court District Ministry of the Interior has finally been completed, and the office area of ​​the Ministry of the Interior in Dawn City has also been completed and is being occupied in batches."

Bayev's work is progressing well..."

Ron looked at the Ministry of the Interior document in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

The imperial regent he appointed himself had essentially completed the empire's political reforms on the bright side and integrated the relevant political systems.

This led to a shift in the political center of the empire, allowing for better control over the empire rather than relying on city-states and feudalism as before.

This led to the various civilizations within the empire's territory acting independently.

That was decided long ago; otherwise, maintaining two separate systems—the old and new empires, Holy Terra, and the Royal Court District—would have led to great chaos in our work.

Moving it to Dawn City within the network makes it easier to handle various tasks and communicate, and it's also safer.

Officials from various civilized worlds can also better report on their duties and be monitored through the network of routes.

Moreover, beneath the sacred Terra lies a gap in the network, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

It's better to move as soon as possible.

The new office area is like a giant government city, with much better space and environment than before.

That also signifies that the empire has entered a completely new phase.

This would reduce population and supply pressures on Holy Terra, allowing it to focus more on its defenses.

This ensures the safety of the Himalayan palace and the golden throne.

"You two Primarch brothers have worked hard. You haven't rested for years, guarding the border day and night."

Ron then looked at the relevant documents from the Department of Military Affairs.

Leon and Khan were still guarding the area around the Ghost Realm, working hard to build a fortified defense line.

Although there were some frictions with the space undead there, there was no large-scale war.

The Silent King is likely still working to resolve internal conflicts within the race, but there is no doubt that he will be one of humanity's most dangerous enemies in the galaxy.

That guy defeated ancient saints and star gods in ancient times. Back then, the Eldar and Greenskins were considered ordinary troops.

We must remain vigilant.

Judging from the current situation, the Imperial defenses are not in serious trouble.

Previously, due to the situation in Fanes and the Vigilant Star, he had mobilized a portion of the Imperial army.

Now, apart from those who have already departed, the rest can return to their original war zones to remain stationed.

It can still maintain stability.

"If we disregard the Emperor's problems, the Empire is thriving right now."

Ron was quite moved.

After learning about the empire's defenses, he also paid attention to some special events.

For example, Little Anglong is growing up very fast. He has already gone to the border area to learn from his two uncles, and he looks like a strong young man in the virtual images.

He looked somewhat like Angron back then, only much more refined, and his fate was worlds apart from that tragic gladiator slave.

This little guy is at least growing up under the guidance of his elders.

"Documents from the Navigators' Guild, that's quite rare."

Ron flipped to the new file, wondering what important message the Navigators had to tell him.

He looked around and realized that a navigator had heard the call during a subspace voyage.

Later, through the mind analysis of high-level psionicists, it was discovered that the call came from the Ultimate Primarch, the Lord of Alteramar.

"Old Ji is still alive, or at least he's still very active."

Ron was relieved to see the news; the high-level psionicists had already begun searching for his brother's whereabouts.

There was nothing that could be done. Although that guy possessed psychic power, he had never learned any psychic magic, making it difficult for him to come out of the subspace on his own.

This is one of the reasons why many Imperial warriors get lost in the warp.

They could only face endless chaotic creatures there, hacking and slashing, but could not find their way back.

The Primarchs the Empire is currently searching for include Guilliman, Dorne, Corax, and Leman Ruth, the Wolf King.

After the Horus Rebellion, the wolf king entered the Chaos Realm through the Eye of Fear and disappeared without a trace.

According to the Space Wolves, their genetic father is searching for the Tree of Life—which can heal the Emperor's injuries and allow him to rise again from the Golden Throne.

Although to many, it seems more like a comforting legend.

The Emperor might rise from his golden throne, but in a far more terrifying way.

But Ron thought that it might not be impossible. The warp could give birth to the Chaos Gods and the Holy Sun, so it wouldn't be surprising if something else was unearthed.

The Wolf King must have discovered something to abandon the empire and go searching for it.

I have already sent people to the home planet of the Space Wolves to find the Wolf King with the help of the information they have.

After looking at the documents for a while, Ron sat down at the typewriter to write a response to some communications.

Peturabo, the newly appointed chief scholar of the empire, is once again chasing after me for Blackstone and related research resources.

It also serves as a warning to himself that the Golden Throne's resilience is nearing its limit.

It must be resolved as soon as possible.

The Primarch was very anxious, but that was understandable.

The pie I painted in front of me was a bit too ambitious. That guy worked hard to get the research world set up, but the resources he needed kept falling short of expectations.

That's so embarrassing.

However, there was nothing that could be done. The time flow in the Vigilant Star region differed from that outside the Empire. Although the campaign was progressing rapidly, many years had already passed outside.

As for the Golden Throne issue, it's been so many years, there's nothing we can do about it now.

I've gotten used to it.

Recently, the Grey Knights have become somewhat anxious after discovering the changing trends of the Golden Throne, and they are searching everywhere for information and data left over from ten thousand years ago.

I don’t know what they’re looking for, maybe it’s some technical data about the throne left over from that time?

"Brother, the Vigilant Star campaign is progressing rapidly. The fleet transporting the Black Stone is already being organized and will be delivered soon."

Ron pondered for a moment, then typed away on his typewriter, promising something new: "You've got the Eldar Ark you wanted, you can study it as you please."

However, due to the different speeds of time, the arrival time may be slightly different.

Have you obtained the black stone from the Vigilant Star?

As you arrive.

I'll probably get it anyway, so I'll make a bet first. My chances of winning are very high.

It's reached the point where we can open champagne right away.

After finishing these matters, Ron returned to his soft bed, ready to get some rest.

During this period, Ron used his powers intensively, and even combined many other powers.

This caused the faith energy within the Hope Sun to become somewhat out of control, requiring slumber to suppress it.

This might explain why the emperor was so prone to dozing off; the energy of faith is indeed difficult to control.

Fortunately, there is still some time before the Dream arrives at Fanes Star, so I have enough time to rest.

Ron sat on the large bed, looking out the window beside it.

Looking out the porthole, you can see two dark, intertwined Tyranid hive fleets in the distance.

The swarm of insects shrieked silently, and biomass bombs and acid filled the space.

This war has been going on for quite some time.

That was a space war between the Bladewing Hive branch that I controlled and other Terran Hive branches.

He prevented the invasion of that Zerg hive branch fleet.

Otherwise, Fanes might face too many attacks and might not be able to withstand them.

hum~
The sanctuary trembled slightly, a sign that the Geller force field was rising.

"Sigh, it's getting harder and harder to fall asleep these days. Being a god is just too difficult..."

Ron drew the gilded silk curtain and sighed.

Divinity and humanity are in conflict, and this may cause him to become indifferent and lose some of his humanity and desires.

Fortunately, his desires as a human had not completely disappeared, and he still had the power of pleasure; otherwise, wouldn't he have become a warp eunuch?
Ron inserted a drug into his neck that could paralyze the giant mutated creature as a sedative.

When the Dream re-entered the warp and headed towards Fanes.

He gradually fell into a deep sleep.

……

Phanes Star.

The roar of machinery and artillery reverberated throughout the atmosphere.

The loyal planet was thrown into a frenzy by news of the impending arrival of the Imperial Emperor.

They poured their fanaticism and devotion into the siege of the heretics, gradually eliminating those abominable beings.

The war is now coming to an end.

"With the Emperor above, we in Fanes can finally resume construction in peace."

If we're lucky, we might be able to restore most of the main hive to its former glory.

Zabok was handling temporary state affairs on his throne, the dark Imperial Eagle badge on his chest reflecting a sliver of light in the sunlight.

After receiving praise from the Emperor and washing away his shame, he rushed to dig out the Imperial Sky Eagle that he had personally thrown into the fire.

Fortunately, it was a special alloy and hadn't melted yet.

However, the living metal governor was soon stunned, because some new "human" individuals were detected in the core area of ​​the Fanes Nest City.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

Those "humans" were covered in blood, and eerie rubbing and whimpering sounds emanated from their bodies.

But they are not real humans; they are twisted, living metal bodies covered in human skin.

They realized something and accelerated their hunting of human flesh.

"Damn skinners, insane lunatics who have lost their minds."

In the name of the Emperor, they should be hanged and burned in holy fire, leaving not even a trace of their souls behind!

Zabock sensed the intrusion of the deranged madman and was consumed by rage.

Such a crucial invasion at this critical moment would surely disrupt the historic moment when Fanes welcomed the imperial emperor.

"I want the skinner to die!"

The living metal governor grabbed his combat staff and led the Royal Guard to personally execute those twisted beings.

……

The front line of Chaodu.

Building after building collapsed, and the mechanical alloys were covered with scratches from sharp claws.

The living metal army and the Imperial Angels fight together to defend against the Skinners who have invaded from an unknown dimension.

They formed a mountain-shaped array on the ruins to defend against the enemy, their living metal skins and armor gleaming in the sunlight.

"Damn it, the Abomination Virus on these aliens has even infected our heavy vehicles."

Ansermor removed his tattered helmet and spat.

Following the prophecy of the savior and emperor, he led the Rift Lords Chapter to assist in the defense of Fanes.

They treated those space necromancers as temporary allies.

This is not unprecedented in the empire, and it may be part of that being's plan; one should simply comply.

However, what he didn't expect was that the alien heretics on this planet were terrifyingly powerful, almost on par with the Apocalyptic War in terms of sheer strength.

It was only then that Anselmour and the others realized the special nature of Fanes.

How has their planet managed to survive such an intense invasion until now?
Anyone who didn't know better would think this was the core fortress of the empire!

As expected, His Majesty the Emperor of that Empire would not do anything pointless; Fanes was indeed worth preserving.

They resolutely carried out the orders of that being, fighting to the death, teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of aliens.

"Fresh...fresh blood!"

Suddenly, the Skinner Lord ripped apart the two Terminators in front of him and pounced towards them.

It's so crazy.

Ansermor felt a tremendous force push him over, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and the twisted claws of the Skinner alien pierced through his finely crafted power armor and penetrated deep into his flesh.

Then he saw blood-stained claws stabbing toward his head.

That was a fatal blow.

Ansermor felt the chill of the claws and had no time to defend himself; he was instantly terrified.

"Alien!"

At the critical moment, a loyal shout rang out, and the bladed staff fell to block the skinner lord's claws.

Governor Zabock, the living metal general, arrived just in time to block the fatal attack aimed at Anselmore.

"For the Emperor!"

Ansermor reacted quickly, broke free of his restraints, and swung his power sword to sever the Skinner Lord's arm.

Afterwards, these two beings fought side by side, facing the tide of the Skinner aliens, growing stronger with each battle.

The living metal governor charged ahead, sustaining numerous deep wounds on his body.

Fortunately, it wasn't fatal for him.

After an unknown amount of time, there were no longer any Skinner Xenomorphs around Zabok and Anselmor.

Those twisted beings retreated back to an unknown dimension.

"By the Emperor, the damned aliens are finally gone."

As the hormones in Moser's body subsided, he tore off his tattered armor and collapsed, exhausted, onto the ruins.

However, before he could fully relax, he heard a soft splattering sound.

The alien leader's bladed staff pierced Anselmor's side, startling him and causing him to reactivate his power sword.

However, he discovered that the other party had no intention of attacking, and the staff seemed to have been accidentally dropped.

At that moment, the alien leader completely ignored him and stared blankly at the sky.

Ansermor looked up and saw a gleaming golden warship in the region of the sun's corona, which seemed even more dazzling than the sun itself.

"Ah, our Emperor has arrived..."

Zabok gazed devoutly at the gleaming golden warship, momentarily lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)