Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 706 Savior: The Great Melee on the Vigilant Star, Calga is in the ICU again?
a few days later.

The celebration of the return of Fañes.

when--

The bells of the state religion echoed between the squares and spires of the city, heralding the official start of the ceremony.

Mechanical cherubim with pure white wings flew across the sky, dragging sacred scrolls of scripture, while countless petals fell down.

The grand parade began.

Hymns filled the air.

The magnificent procession, escorted by the Imperial Guard and numerous warriors, proceeded along the streets of the haunted city.

They fired salutes into the air every 130 meters.

Ron was positioned on a giant float in the center of the pilgrimage procession, surrounded by high-ranking beings such as Zabock and Anselmor.

He stood at the very front of the terrace, ensuring that the crowds of the Hive could see him and receive their worship.

That was an essential part of the celebration, letting people know of the existence of the savior, the emperor of the empire.

Ron gazed at the jubilant scene on the streets of the hive, and at the smiling faces.

He sighed, "The people of this dark planet probably don't even know what fate awaits them..."

The people of Fanes believed that by expelling the heretics and welcoming the Empress, they would have a peaceful life.

However, the opposite is true.

They will all have to leave their homes, leave the land where they have lived their whole lives, and it will be a forced departure.

The people of Phanes had no choice.

With the excavation project underway, if they remained on this planet, the mortality rate would be almost 100% for ordinary people.

That was a crucial plan for the empire, and no one could stop it, not even the Kalozasa dynasty itself.

The moment I set foot on this planet, it belonged to the Empire, and there was no turning back.

no matter what the result is.

Compared to other planets suffering from hardship, the people of Fanes are considered fortunate.

Especially in this extremely cruel and suffering galaxy.

"For His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

Ron's thoughts were interrupted by the wave of cheers from the crowd.

He raised his head, gave a gentle smile to the crowd who had expressed their loyalty to him, and waved lightly.

Ron's kind gesture elicited an even more devout response from the people, who shouted themselves hoarse.

For the people of Fanes, this was perhaps the happiest and most glorious day of their lives.

They witnessed firsthand the great and benevolent emperor of the empire.

However, the giant parade floats moved quickly forward and soon left them behind.

The crowds on both sides could only catch a glimpse of His Majesty the Emperor for a few seconds before they could only see the lavish silhouette of the floats.

The footsteps of that being will not stop, leaving only a path paved with flowers after the pilgrimage procession.

After the pilgrimage procession left, many people went to the streets to pick up the flowers, holding the beautiful objects imbued with sacredness tightly to their chests.

They believe this will bring them good luck and a better life.

"Savior above, I hope I can live a good life, and eat coarse bread and synthetic meat every day..."

A devout resident of Nest City, like everyone else, held flowers and prayed silently.

However, the next moment, a shadow fell over the sky, and the sky above darkened.

The residents looked up and saw that it was an airship flying the honorary flag of the imperial emperor.

The banner of honor hangs low, protected by a force field, and records the deeds of the savior and the emperor.

Those great deeds spread among the people, who all believed that His Majesty the Emperor would surely bring prosperity to Fanes and a better life to them.

They were full of hope for the future, unaware that dramatic changes were about to occur.

The grand event lasted for half a month, with parade vehicles constantly arriving at various locations.

The people of Fanes gradually discovered that batches of mechanical priests were arriving, bringing with them large mechanical instruments.

They seem to be probing something.

Beyond the planet's airspace, more and more large ships appeared, darkly hovering in near-Earth orbit.

Several Mechanicus arks could even be seen.

Those massive steel warships blocked out the sunlight in many areas, creating an immense sense of oppression.

It leaves one with a heavy feeling in their heart.

Fortunately, the warships cast bright light curtains, temporarily replacing the sun and preventing panic.

The Phanes gradually realized that something was about to happen.

As they went about their work as usual, they would occasionally look up at the sky and discuss why His Majesty the Emperor had sent so many giant ships!
Many people speculated that the ships in the sky were loaded with supplies, which were His Majesty's reward to Fanes.

Because many of the ships are designed like transport ships, but they are much larger than normal transport ships.

Some speculate that those were conscription ships, and that His Majesty the Emperor was about to launch a large-scale war.

He needs more troops.

This excited many Phanes, who inquired everywhere about how to join His Majesty's army, hoping to serve that being.

After several days of discussion, no news came. The dark fleet remained motionless in near-Earth orbit.

They looked down at this planet that had just emerged from the flames of war.

Even more strangely, people discovered that the guardians of the hive city began to appear more frequently, and many machines stopped repairing the hive city.

Let the ruins remain.

Some people began to worry, as bad news spread: rumors circulated that the Empire was going to expel the Fanes, and that the Mechanicus were installing giant bombs.

The pressure is spreading silently.

But soon a Catholic priest stepped forward.

They urged people to stop spreading rumors and to believe in the savior, in the emperor's chosen ruler of the empire.

This prevented the panic from spreading further.

……

Inside the Top Nest Palace.

After finishing his pilgrimage, Ron rested for another day before making his appearance.

He went up to the palace balcony and looked down at the nest city buildings and spires below.

"People are uneasy."

Ron sensed the negative emotions spreading across the hive city; everything that had happened recently had suppressed the positive emotions that the celebration had brought.

This has given rise to many rumors.

But that was a necessary process, and everything was being carried out intensively.

"Your Majesty, I have ordered all construction machinery to cease construction on the Nest City."

Zabock came over, saluted, and reported on the progress of the mission.

He also had no idea what His Majesty the Emperor wanted to do.

The living metal governor, the Dharma King, hesitated for a moment before asking:
"People are very worried about what we should do..."

“You just need to follow orders.” Ron shook his head, interrupting the question, and did not give an answer.

Small matters are discussed in large meetings, and big matters are discussed in small meetings. Important decisions should not be discussed in public, otherwise it will be impossible to reach a consensus.

Therefore, important decisions are often enforced, especially when one has already taken control of the situation and made the decision.

Ron did not execute the orders too roughly, but instead issued them to the Kalozasa dynasty little by little.

The commands will gradually escalate and become more serious, so that they get used to your presence and obey.

That way, when he issues the final order, even if Zabok and the others have some resistance in their hearts, they won't have much room to resist.

Of course, he believed that after this period of preparation, the probability of high-ranking beings like Zabok and the people of Fanes resisting the implementation of the plan was extremely low.

“As you wish, we will resolutely carry out your will.” Zabock’s living metal body shrank slightly, and he lowered his head.

He has no right to ask His Majesty for further explanation; he only needs to carry out the orders.

He then submitted data on all the tomb worlds owned by the Kalozaza dynasty.

Then he withdrew.

Ron passed the data to the High Sages of the Mechanicus, and the result was that the living metal governor, the Dharma King, had not concealed anything.

The data provided by the other party was not significantly different from what the mechanical priests had detected.

In the communication channel, the mechanical sage spoke with an tone full of amazement:

"By the Goddess of Machines, according to data verification, it is a massive tomb fleet, including a Tomb-class tomb ship, whose hull size far surpasses any record in the Empire!"

The Tomb-class Graveyard ships are generally over 20 kilometers long, making them the largest ship type of the Necromancer class.

They are equipped with ancient weapons and possess powerful firepower, capable of easily destroying the Empire's battleships.

The Empire's past records also contain descriptions of this by the green-skinned aliens, who claimed to have seen a Tomb-class crypt ship even larger than a spaceship.

That was almost as amazing as the Eldar's Ark.

However, researchers generally believe that this is merely an exaggeration by the green-skinned aliens, given the performance of the Tomb-class Cryptship and the size of the Eldar Ark.

There will be no warships or fortresses in the galaxy capable of defending against such an existence.

Even so, the tomb-class burial ships beneath the planet Fanes are probably thirty kilometers long.

It is considerably longer than the Empire's Glory Queen-class flagship, rivaling the Blackrock Ark, and its power is immeasurable.

"That's probably Zabock's former vehicle, a Tomb-class catacombs ship of the highest caliber..."

Ron gazed at the ground of Hive City, his heart burning even hotter.

He will receive the catacombs fleet of the Kalozasa dynasty, which, in terms of quality alone, ranks among the top of all his fleets.

This will bring more advantages to the upcoming large-scale mixed operation of the Warning Star.

More importantly, its existence not only promotes scientific research and attracts high-ranking Dharma Kings and the Tomb Fleet, but also greatly helps in the future war against the Necromancers in space.

Perhaps we can even infiltrate their ranks and recruit more space necromancers.

"Your Majesty, the latest data shows that if all the tombs are excavated and the fleet is activated, the damage to Fanes will be more severe than expected."

The Great Sage of Mechanics has given a new prediction: "At that time, several landmasses of Fanes will collapse severely, with the surface destruction rate reaching over 80%."

It is far below the level that humans can live in.

Ron nodded, not too surprised.

That is an established fact.

Perhaps that's why Zabock hasn't activated its fleet, instead bearing the pressure of fighting the aliens and seeking the Empire's aid.

Otherwise, with the firepower of the Tomb Fleet, they could easily destroy the alien heretics ravaging the Fanes system.

Zabock was helpless because he lacked the extra power to evacuate humanity, but he had his own.

Now it's time to unleash that power.

For the next few days, Ron waited patiently, waiting for his emotions to build up and for Taco to make his move.

After the logistics fleet and related engineering teams were in place, he finally summoned the high-ranking beings who were filled with doubt and unease.

Moreover, it was an emergency summons.

……

Outside the main hall of the palace.

Zabock hurried over and ran into Anselmore.

A hint of envy flickered in his deep green eyes, envying the other person's ability to make a pilgrimage to Holy Terra.

Ansermor has been riding high ever since the Rift Lords were removed from the Order of Atonement and granted the right to worship in the Throne Hall.

His brand-new power armor gleamed, with a vibrant paint job, adorned with four or five symbols of purity, and covered in numerous scriptures.

This warband leader desperately wanted to use relics to cover himself up, a kind of vengeful attire.

After all, as the Redemption Band, they were not qualified to wear the holy relics, and even their paint job was drab and dull.

Now that they're loyal again, they'd better pretend as much as possible!

"Lord Zabok, you've come too." Ansermor said with a smile, no longer seeming to mind the aliens.

He knew that the Kalozaza dynasty had become an important ally, much like the relationship between the former Imperial Regent and the Eldar.

Moreover, the alien leader before them was now loyal and obeyed the orders of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Empire.

What else is there to say?

In short, the savior, His Majesty the Emperor, is the rising sun of the empire, the only one who is right!
"I was just about to tell you what the throne room looks like. Have you ever seen it in any ancient texts?"
"By the Emperor, after we finish this battle, we can travel to Holy Terra to pay homage to the Holy One."

Ansermor strode forward, recounting the Lord of the Rift's journey after the battle.

Few chapters in the Empire receive this honor, and none of the Atonement chapters do.

He and his brothers were extremely excited about this.

I can't wait to rush to Vigilant Star and execute all the enemies of the Empire, then happily head to Holy Terra.

Ansermor's ostentatious display aroused Zabok's envy, jealousy, and hatred, causing even the deep blue in his eyes to flicker.

But he answered the question honestly:
“I have heard descriptions of the palace in the holy scriptures, the most sacred place in the galaxy, where one can sense the aura of the great God-Emperor.”

This living metal governor, the Dharma King, also hoped to be granted the privilege of going to Holy Terra, even if it was just to catch a glimpse of the palace from afar.

Unfortunately, he failed to protect Fanes, allowing His Majesty the Emperor to witness a desolate world.

No matter how you explain it, it's a form of deception and blasphemy.

It's natural that they didn't get the chance to make a pilgrimage.

Zabok and Anselmor didn't chat for long before quickly entering the palace hall to pay their respects to His Majesty the Emperor.

Behind them, more nobles and court officials from the dynasty arrived.

As the rumors spread, these beings also felt a little anxious, wondering what the emperor of that empire really wanted to do.

They all realized it.

Something important is about to happen that will change the fate of Fanes and his people.

At this moment, on the throne.

Ron frowned, his mood becoming increasingly anxious.

But this anxiety wasn't because of Fanes, but because of the warning star.

Something happened over there.

Latest intelligence indicates that the Extreme Legion's Calgar has been attacked by an unknown force and is critically injured and unconscious.

There was a sharp claw mark on his chest, with even the bone severed.

"Calgar is almost the strongest being below the Primarch. Who could so easily injure him?"
Are they Erebus, Abaddon, or some other unknown entity?

Ron was a little worried.

That means the Empire's defenses on Vigilant Star are in new danger, and their precious Blackstone cannot be allowed to fall into danger.

He needs to excavate the burial fleet ahead of time and then head to the Vigilant Star!
(End of this chapter)