Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 705 Savior: I am late, you are all loyal subjects of the Empire!
Above the airspace of Fanes, the dazzling Dream was so eye-catching.

Its arrival was completely unexpected; it bypassed the detection of the defense system and reached near-Earth orbit.

Nothing can stop it, and no one can ignore it.

Just like the power and authority of an imperial emperor.

Without any prior notice, any citizen who saw this dream warship would have the same thought—

The Emperor has arrived!
After all, besides that one person, who else would possess such a magnificent and luxurious vehicle?

Seconds later, more warships arrived, highlighting the Dream, and the shadows cast by the fleet fell on the planet's surface.

Everyone could feel that majesty and sanctity.

"What should we do? We're not ready to receive this!"

Zabok wiped the foul-smelling alien filth from his face and suddenly felt somewhat at a loss.

His Majesty the Emperor has come too soon; that great and benevolent being will see the most wretched side of Fanes.

The living metal governor was nervous and uneasy, and even more so, somewhat guilty, for he had failed the trust of that being.

To some extent, Fanes deceived the imperial emperor, and the beautiful vision described in the letter was lost.

"The arrival of the King is an undeniable fact, and we must receive that being with the utmost courtesy and respect..."

Zabock didn't lose his composure for long.

He quickly issued orders for the court officials to immediately prepare for the ceremony to welcome the emperor.

This pragmatic, living metal governor will not allow things to get any worse.

Afterward, these messages travel at millisecond speeds through energy ripples to the cortical fields of the living metals, and are then transmitted by the machines to various parts of the hive.

The planet was abuzz with excitement at the arrival of the Emperor.

"The Rift Lords' battle group has finally awaited His Majesty!"

Ansermor was also very excited when he saw the Emperor's carriage arrive.

But he had some doubts:

"Why do those space necromancer allies seem even happier than us?!"

Anselmor stepped forward and greeted the alien leader:
"Alien... cough, alien ally, come with me to pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor of our Empire."

Once he realized that the word "alien" was derogatory, he promptly changed his term of address to avoid causing conflict at this time.

“Commander Ansemore, you may call me Zabock or Your Excellency the Governor.”

Upon hearing this, Zabok explained with some displeasure, "We, the remnants of the Kalozasa dynasty, do indeed have some health problems."

But without a doubt, we are human beings, loyal subjects of the Empire, who, like you Astartes, believe in the Emperor and share common ancestors.

This living metal governor hates it when people question his identity, but his strange illness can indeed cause misunderstandings.

So even though he was unhappy, he didn't take it to heart and just patiently explained it to him.

"Is this alien leader humiliating us?!"

Ansermor's expression changed upon hearing this; the other party's claim of sharing the same ancestor was somewhat insulting.

Who do you scold?
Who shares a common ancestor with the Alien?!

But he didn't get angry on the spot; he simply fell silent.

"Tsk, why should I bother arguing with a bunch of lunatics?"

Ansermer shook his head, not wanting to disrupt the Emperor's plans.

Moreover, he had heard that these space undead aliens weren't very bright.

They've probably really gone mad, treating themselves as human beings and managing Fanes as such.

That's why the extermination order was issued by the extreme and rebellious believers in the Third Diocese.

He didn't say anything more and followed the alien leader, becoming increasingly wary.

The chapter commander was afraid that the alien allies might clash with His Majesty the Emperor or even pose some kind of threat.

However, Zabok was so engrossed in the welcoming ceremony for the Imperial Emperor that he paid little attention to the Rift Lord's offensive behavior.

They didn't stop for a moment, hurrying to the main nest's helipad.

There was no other way; His Majesty the Emperor's landing ship had already entered the atmosphere. They couldn't possibly keep that being waiting for them, could they?

Zabock, aboard the aircraft, was quite anxious: "Oh my god, I don't have time to change my dress."

Not to mention changing into gorgeous dresses and makeup, there wasn't even time to have servants come and help clean the dirt off her armor.

The royal guards also lacked the physical dexterity to perform these tasks.

Helpless, this living metal governor had no choice but to greet His Majesty the Emperor, his body covered in battle scratches and filth.

When they arrived, the tarmac was already packed with people, and palace officials were busy setting up the scene.

The nobles of the dynasty came from all over.

As for the warriors of the Rift Lords' Chapter, they also occupied a small portion of the positions, as they were worried that the aliens would be detrimental to the Imperial Emperor.

Many people present felt uneasy.

The nobles of the Kalozaza dynasty were filled with anxiety and guilt, while the Rift Lords Chapter was on guard and vigilant.

In this atmosphere, they saw one landing ship after another.

They landed without hesitation, stirring up a violent gust of air on the tarmac. As the air swept across, the capes of many of them billowed and fluttered.

A large, fully armed honor guard, draped in sacred scriptures, arrived and stood guard along the designated area.

Then two beams of light appeared, the ground rumbled, and two Imperial Titans bearing banners of honor appeared, causing the helipad to creak.

The appearance of the Titan machine amazed people and made them feel its intimidation.

They realized that such a terrifying war machine was merely a ceremonial ornament for the emperor.

In fact, if it weren't for the lack of space and the fear that the helipad would collapse, the Savior's ceremonial department might have deployed an entire Titan army.

At this moment, the people waiting on the tarmac were even more eager to see that great and benevolent emperor.

Finally, a luxurious, dark gold landing ship slowly descended along the light curtain cast by the fleet, accompanied by rousing hymns.

The massive gangway extended out, and elite Imperial Guards clad in golden eagle armor stepped out, standing solemnly on both sides of the passageway.

People could feel the power of these imperial guards.

"As expected, my surprise inspection was the right choice. It better demonstrates authority and creates pressure."

On the Dark Gold Landing Ship.

Ron, clad in the True One Armor and draped in a gilded red cloak, was so sacred and awe-inspiring.

He walked along the passageway toward the gangway, able to sense the turbulent emotions in people's hearts.

The sudden visit of the ruler is undoubtedly stressful for those below, especially when they know they have made a mistake.

That's Ron's goal.

If things proceed according to the normal procedure, and the Kalozasa dynasty is fully prepared, its power will be significantly weakened.

It will give them more time to think, which is not a good thing.

When Ron appeared before everyone, the choir and the cherubim's singing reached its climax.

All eyes turned to them, especially to the living metal governor and the chapter commander at the front.

When Ron saw Zabok's ragged body, deep wounds, and devout gaze.

He knew that his Dharma King's Tomb World Heritage Site and the Space Necromancer Fleet were secure; those were forces capable of sweeping through most star systems.

This Dharma King seems quite loyal; he's truly devoted to the human empire.

As Zabok faced the Emperor's gaze, his unease and guilt intensified, fearing that Fanes would be unable to withstand the wrath of this being.

"Your Majesty, Fanes has failed to repay your kindness, we..."

He staggered, on the verge of prostrating himself on his knees to beg for the emperor's forgiveness.

However, Ron was faster.

His acting exploded, and he excitedly strode forward, not even having time to adjust his cloak.

It is reminiscent of the ancient sages of my hometown who would greet famous scholars with great respect, even washing their hair three times and turning their shoes upside down.

Ron bypassed the Rift Lord Warband Commander, who was kneeling in a welcoming gesture, and then firmly grasped the hands of the Living Metal Governor.

Do not make the other party kneel down.

His tone was full of concern: "Governor Zabok, how did you get injured? How are you feeling?"
The empire cannot afford to lose a loyal servant like you!

Now that we have the opportunity to gain the loyalty of a Dharma King, no attitude is too much.

That would be equivalent to acquiring a Primarch who comes with a large fleet and legion, and perhaps even holds a higher position in the Necromancer Empire's hierarchy.

Not to mention those ancient technological legacies, which are treasures that the empire could never obtain no matter how many resources it spent.

At that moment, the welcoming crowd witnessed such a scene of loyalty and care.

What an honor that is!
???

"Has the Emperor misjudged him? Why is he showing concern for that alien leader?!"

When Ansemor and the other warriors witnessed this scene, their cerebellum nearly atrophied.

Who am I? Where am I? Is this still the empire?! He was still in the posture of kneeling, frozen halfway, even his smile froze.

The emperor's joy and glory vanished just like that.

The battle group leader was even more confused.

Even though he was more seriously injured and his armor was gone, why didn't His Majesty the Emperor notice, and even gave that honor to the alien leader's ally?

Perhaps His Majesty the Emperor didn't notice him?
He comforted himself with these words.

Zabok's reaction was even more intense; he felt extremely guilty and ashamed in the face of the Emperor's courtesy and care.

Especially when I think of the being in the letter praising Phanes.

He couldn't think of how to repay this kindness, and his loyalty and worship grew even stronger.

"We...we've been invaded by alien heretics."

Although we have eliminated those abhorrent invaders, the planet has inevitably suffered damage.

You may not see what Phanes looks like in the letter…

Zabock's electronic voice was full of apology, even tinged with a sob.

He truthfully recounted his experiences on the planet Fanes, without concealing anything.

But after speaking, the living metal governor lowered his head, not daring to face the emperor.

Not only him, but also the nobles of the dynasty and the court bowed their heads in shame.

The emperor traveled a great distance to witness the prosperity and stability of Fanes.

Then it was announced to the entire empire.

In their letters to Holy Terra, they arrogantly praised everything, but in the end, they only showed this being a ruined world.

Phanes's subjects could not imagine the anger and rebuke they would face.

To their surprise, the expected rage did not materialize; the emperor did not even show any sign of anger.

“You’ve all done your duty,” Ron sighed softly.

His gaze swept over the crowd, and in the silence he turned and walked to the fenced area, looking out at the dilapidated city where the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated.

"We failed to protect Fanes and betrayed your trust. This is an unforgivable blasphemy and sin!"

Zabok stared at the Emperor's retreating figure, then suddenly knelt on the ground, willing to accept punishment.

As the living metal governor knelt, the nobles and court officials of the Phanes dynasty also knelt down.

Some people even burst into tears, making the atmosphere even more somber.

Ron turned around, frowning, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people before finally settling on Zabock.

His tone was gentle yet firm:

“I am not blaming you, but lamenting that the Empire did not arrive in time, leaving the people of Fanes to fight alone in the Dark Ages.”

You fought with unwavering faith and repelled all the enemies of the Empire.

"Zabok, the fact that your planet still exists is the highest praise you can receive today."

Ron looked at everyone, his tone turning serious: "Get up, Zabock, stop crying and blaming yourselves."

I declare you innocent.

Fanes is already a rare existence among the dark planets. You have protected this planet very well, and you remain glorious.

In fact, you should be happy, because from now on, Fanes will return to the embrace of the empire and move towards the light.

All suffering will vanish; this is my promise to you, Emperor of the Empire.

Are you willing to accept all of this?

"As you wish, Your Majesty the Emperor."

Zabok declared firmly: "Fanes will return, and all his people will follow your will and continue to fight for the Empire!"

From this moment on, Fanes Star became a staunch supporter of the Imperial Emperor, as did the Kalozasa Dynasty.

The tolerance and trust of that being deeply ingrained loyalty in their hearts.

Ron helped the living metal governor to his feet, his smile gentle:
"Perhaps we should hold a grand ceremony to celebrate the return of Fañes, so that all his subjects can enjoy this honor."

After he announced Fanes's innocence and the news of the celebration, the welcoming crowd finally smiled, and the earlier gloom vanished.

Ron, surrounded by the crowd, walked towards the nearby Nesttop Palace, essentially a small-scale parade.

People along the way knelt down to offer their loyalty.

Ansermor remained steadfastly by the Emperor's side, fulfilling his duties.

He looked at Zabok, the alien leader, who was working hand in hand with His Majesty the Emperor, and felt increasingly heartbroken.

His Majesty never noticed himself, nor did he notice the Rift Lords' warband.

All the care and honor were given to the alien.

They were ignored.

If other warbands encountered this situation, they might feel deeply ashamed and think it was somewhat unfair.

But for the Rift Lords, this chapter of redemption, they only feel that they have committed sins, which is why they are being treated this way.

They felt ashamed and guilty.

"Perhaps our Redemption Chapter doesn't deserve any attention, and the Empire still despises us..."

Anselmore thought so.

Not only this chapter leader, but all the warriors of the Rift Lords were in low spirits.

They believed they had not yet atoneed for their sins and were still carrying that burden, which led to them being ignored and even hated by His Majesty the Emperor.

They all looked down, as if they couldn't lift their heads.

In his daze, Ansermor suddenly heard a voice; it was the Emperor calling him.

He looked up and found that the being had stopped at some point and was looking at him, as were the others.

"Ansermore".

Just now, Ron suddenly remembered something, and he turned and called out to the chapter commander:

"The loyalty of the Lord of Rift has been proven, and I have removed you from the Order of Atonement of the State Church."

"You are free. You will serve the Empire with a clean record."

He raised his hand and patted Anselmor on the shoulder: "Perhaps you could go to Holy Terra and pay homage in the throne room of the palace."

The Imperial Guards have my permission; they will let you in.

That was a rare honor, an opportunity reserved for the most loyal.

Furthermore, due to Horus's rebellion, the Space Marines were ostracized by the Imperial Guard, making it even more difficult for them to enter the palace.

Now, the warriors of the Rift Lord have received this rare honor, and people are casting envious glances at them.

After Ron finished speaking, he patted Anselmore twice more to encourage him, then turned and continued walking.

It was as if I had done something insignificant.

He will not betray any loyalty.

The battle commander stood there stunned for a while before he came to his senses.

"Your Majesty, we have finally atoned for our sins and have even been granted the opportunity to make a pilgrimage. What an honor..."

Ansermor trembled with excitement and followed the emperor with even greater respect.

His steps were a little unsteady.

Ron then fell into deep thought, considering his next move.

Having accomplished most of his purpose in coming to Fanes, the next step was to explore and excavate the rich legacy of the French king's tomb.

After the celebration, the planet Fanes will be thoroughly excavated, followed by the organization of an army to launch a final siege and sweep of the Vigilant Star.

Once the Vigilant Star campaign is a resounding success and the Blackrock deposits are acquired, the final piece of the puzzle to contain the warp will be in hand.

"That will be the prelude to the Empire's counterattack, and it will be Chaos' turn to suffer invasion and panic."

Ron pondered his next move, his mind turning coldly to himself.

Now it depends on Taco's arrangements to ensure the stability of the Carlozasa dynasty and the subjects of Fanes.

After all, excavating the world of the Dharma King's tomb is almost the same as destroying the surface of this planet.

In other words, the Calozasa dynasty and the people of Fanes would lose their homes after the victory celebrations.

Even if they are extremely loyal, they may still harbor some resistance in their hearts.

If those people of Phanes are unwilling to leave, forcibly evicting them would also be a problem.

But in any case, the empire must obtain that inheritance.

At that moment, Ron received a message from the Dream.

The excavation plan is complete and ready to be executed at any time...

(End of this chapter)