Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 708 Savior: That guy, Laudon, still wants to rise again, Shadow of Horus?
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The pyramids of black metal pierced through the dust clouds, each layer emitting a ghostly green hue.

Such a massive structure was only part of the tomb ship; later, the crescent-shaped hull appeared, resembling a giant metal island.

Shocking.

"What an amazing creation."

On the battlefield, this warship would undoubtedly inflict heavy damage on the Imperial fleet.

Ron stared at the eerie green behemoth, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from it.

That was the Crownbreaker, a tomb-class catacombs ship of the Kalozaza dynasty.

As the Crownbreaker-class tomb ship broke through the ground, more eerie green appeared, and a large number of tomb ships rose from between the mountains and the hive cities.

Flying into space.

Before long, the Kalozaza dynasty's crypt fleet arrived in space and occupied large areas of airspace.

Observe the dome area.

"This is probably an alien fleet that has never appeared in the Imperial records before. It would take at least several times the size of the Imperial fleet to stop its firepower..."

The battle captains and naval commanders, looking at the intimidating alien tomb fleet, couldn't help but feel wary.

They were well aware of the danger posed by this alien fleet.

In particular, some who participated in the Orpheus War have personally experienced the terrifying power of the Tomb Fleet.

Orpheus is an important sector on the edge of the Storm Sector, where the Old Empire waged a massive war against the Yenach Necromancer Dynasty.

The war ended with the destruction of over 90% of the old empire's local fleet and its voluntary abandonment of the area.

The old empire, unusually, backed down and did not send another fleet to retake the area.

That is enough to prove the power of a complete space necromantic dynasty fleet.

However, the Kalozasa dynasty's burial fleet before them was even larger than the Yenach dynasty's fleet they had seen before.

That was a fleet of hundreds of large warships and even more escort ships, powerful enough to sweep across most of the galaxy.

If the Empire were to wage war against it now, it would have to pay a tremendous price to repel it.

That was under the leadership of a savior. If it were an old empire, it would probably retreat as it did in the War of Orpheus.

Any race or faction would be wary of a fleet of this size, especially when they are within the enemy's artillery range.

Now, the Dream is exposed to the Karozasa dynasty all alone, with almost no defenses.

This has caused concern among many, who still don't have much trust in aliens.

Even if the other party is an ally.

But the savior, the emperor of the empire, seemed completely unconcerned, simply watching the tomb fleet gather.

There is no action.

Ansermer hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but speak:
"Your Majesty, the aliens are cunning and treacherous. We may need to be more vigilant to prevent them from doing anything detrimental to the Empire."

Furthermore, you should perhaps move to a safer area.

The alien leader had indeed submitted before, but now that he possesses an army capable of threatening the Empire, he deserves our vigilance.

No one knows whether the other side might suddenly betray the empire and launch an attack.

In short, it's too risky for the emperor to stay here.

Ansermor's words were met with agreement from everyone.

They offered words of advice.

If the alien were to betray the emperor and harm him, no one could bear the responsibility.

However, the next moment, those observing the dome saw the changes in the distant tomb fleet and fell silent.

It was such a bizarre situation that they had never encountered before that they were completely bewildered.

Based on that situation, there was no reason for anyone to say that the Kalozasa dynasty would betray them.

So loyal!

In the field of vision, the ancient burial fleet of the Kalozasa dynasty was neatly arranged in space, projecting a giant image of the savior through a ghostly green light screen.

It is so majestic.

The energy windows on the tomb ship, through arrangement and combination, formed the words "Long Live the Emperor" and "Loyalty!" in the black void.

They offered their reverence to the savior.

The aliens have gone this far, so who can still say they're disloyal?!

That was an inevitable result; the emperor had bestowed upon Fanes unparalleled favor, and they could only respond with irrefutable loyalty.

Zabok had ruled Fanes for centuries as governor and was well-versed in human relationships.

He had previously sensed a subtle sense of rejection among the imperial personnel, who were wary of the bodies of the dynasty's remnants suffering from a strange disease.

Although the remnants of the Kalozasa dynasty were human, their appearance was indeed somewhat different from that of ordinary humans.

The Living Metal Governor knew that he had to show even more loyalty to counter the people's rejection and live up to the Emperor's trust.

So he specifically consulted the empire's etiquette department, asking the officials what to do.

Ultimately, Zabok chose to demonstrate the loyalty of the Kalozasa dynasty to His Majesty the Emperor at the crucial moment when the Tomb Fleet was assembling.

This allows everyone to see their determination, and it also aligns with the aesthetics of that being.

"Zahan is quite adept at getting along with people; he's starting to fit into the atmosphere of the new empire."

good! "

Upon seeing the subtitles in space, Ron was immediately delighted and nodded in satisfaction.

His words undoubtedly reflect trust and intimacy.

Ron wasn't worried about the Tomb Fleet suddenly launching an attack, as he had made many preparations, and there were also related secret troops stationed within the fleet.

Moreover, the Dream's defensive capabilities are even more robust than people imagine.

"That alien leader is truly despicable!"

Seeing this, Ansermor felt a pang of jealousy: "I never expected that he, as an alien, would be so good at flattering His Majesty!"

He also hoped that the Primarch, His Majesty the Emperor, would address him affectionately.

From a purely genetic standpoint, His Majesty is brothers with his genetic father, so no form of address is inappropriate.

He also wants loyalty and progress!

Ron noticed the crowd's emotions and frowned slightly:
"No matter what, there is still a gap between humans and aliens, and it is not appropriate for them to get too close."

He certainly knew that this was inappropriate and could easily lead to new problems.

After the battle ended, he arranged for the troops of the Kalozasa dynasty to go to the border area's Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone defense line.

Once the Tomb Fleet was assembled, Ron gave the order to depart, and the entire fleet headed to the Vigilant Star Wars Zone.

After the spatial fluctuations subsided, the Dream and the Tomb Fleet returned to their course and disappeared from the area.

All that remained was the planet Fanes, surrounded by giant rocks, with a large number of Mechanicus ships slowly sailing towards it.

The mechanical priests will conduct in-depth research and excavation on this evacuated planet.

That will last for a very long time.
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Dream Ship.

The Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron leaned over his desk, browsing the latest intelligence reports. Above him was a rotating virtual star map of the Vigilant Star Zone.

The star map is densely covered with markings of various regions, races, and factions, and it is constantly being updated.

He complained, "Vigilant Star truly lives up to its reputation as one of the biggest cesspools in the galaxy; it's even difficult to make a move on it."

That star system was teeming with armies of various races and factions, fighting and clashing for centuries.

Even their own reconnaissance units struggle to gather complete intelligence, making targeted operations even more difficult.

You never know when a new army will suddenly appear behind you and charge forward with a roar.

As for the warning planet itself and its surrounding moons, they are inhabited by various alien invaders. Moreover, given the planet's unique characteristics and the precious Black Stone, they cannot use their fleet for bombardment; they can only deploy troops for hard-fought battles.

That's not an easy thing.

The only saving grace is that, after this period of organization, I now have enough troops under my control in this region.

Taco entered and respectfully reported:
"Your Majesty, the seriously wounded Calga has been successfully transported back to Saint Harbor, the main nest of the Vigilant Star, but the traitors there launched an attack."

Fortunately, the Ultramarines blocked the attack, and he survived the assault without serious injury.

Our vanguard fleet has also held the line, and the Empire's defenses on the Vigilant Star are not currently at risk of collapse.

Ron wasn't too surprised; being attacked and seriously injured in Calgar was commonplace. That warrior's life was as tough as his genetic father's.

It's hereditary.

Perhaps once I reach the warning planet, Calgar will be back to his usual energetic self.

As he browsed the documents, he asked the questions that concerned him:
"Have you found out who the perpetrator of the attack on Calgary was? Who exactly is he?"

That guy was able to easily defeat Calgar, which means he has at least the combat power of a Primarch. We still need to be careful.

"We've uncovered some clues, but there's something amiss..."

Upon hearing this, Taco's expression turned somewhat strange: "It's a bit puzzling. According to the survivors' descriptions, the attackers seem to be a traitor to the Empire."

But after he defeated Calgar, he quickly disappeared.

"Who?"

Ron finally looked up from his documents at Taco; clearly, this was a problem worth paying attention to.

Those who can be officially called traitors to the empire are no ordinary people.

More importantly, the other party is most likely someone who has rarely shown their face before.

"That attacker looks a bit like Horus, the war general who betrayed us ten thousand years ago."

Taco paused for a moment, then uttered a taboo name, a name that would never be specifically mentioned in any official imperial record.

He continued:
"We suspect that being may have been resurrected in some form, but we don't know what his purpose is."

After that, he was never seen again.

"Has this day finally come?" Ron took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

I had long suspected that the Chaos Gods would resurrect Horus, after all, that warlord was an extremely important card in their hands.

He even manipulated him to successfully defeat the emperor.

They are unlikely to let Horus's soul go easily; they will most likely treasure it so that they can unleash it at the right time.

Horus's apparent return suggests that the Chaos Gods are plotting a grand scheme, no less ambitious than the Horus Rebellion of yesteryear.

Just like in the past, they feared the empire's growing prosperity and wanted to destroy it all.

It plunged the empire back into darkness.

In this way, they can once again fully enjoy the torment and suffering of humankind.

"But now, the galaxy's advantage lies with me. How do the Chaos Gods intend to destroy my rule?"

Ron was somewhat troubled, unable to figure out what the Chaos Gods were planning to do, let alone how they were going to win.

Surely we don't want to cause the Milky Way to burn down again?

But how can they possibly muster such a massive army? There are hardly enough traitors left in the galaxy.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the Chaos Gods want to cause trouble on Vigilant Star, destroying the Blackrock deposits and slowing down their progress.

While this might affect oneself, it cannot stop the overall trend of the Empire's revival, because there are black stones in other parts of the galaxy, just not as many.

If things don't go well, I can just slowly gather resources from various places.

From this perspective, the grand plan of the Chaos Gods should not be in the Vigilant Star Wars Zone.

"You organize a group of people to keep a close watch on Horus's whereabouts, collect any possible information, and find out exactly what he wants to do."

Ron had no clue what to do, so he could only ask the relevant departments to organize a group of people to investigate the matter.

Stay as vigilant as possible.

“I will select the most senior and astute judges and prophets to participate in the investigation and uncover all the secrets.”

Taco nodded and accepted the task.

An unknown darkness is looming, and understanding it will be the Empire's most important task in the near future.

Then he reported another piece of news: "There is one more thing that you may need to pay attention to."

There has been a new change in Salvador, the Eye of Fear; it has been discovered that the place is now empty, meaning that the Black Legion has come out in full force.

That was an expedition.

The Black Legion's target is most likely Vigilant Star. Once they join forces with the existing Black Legion forces here, they will pose a significant challenge to the Imperial defenses.

Moreover, we have obtained the Black Legion's marching route, and they seem to be planning a surprise attack.

"Is Abaddon launching another expedition?"

This is the 10th or 11th time; I've almost lost count.

Ron frowned slightly.

He knew that Abaddon might come to Vigilant Planet to cause trouble, but he didn't expect that guy to be so resolute, emptying his pockets to come over.

Is this some kind of desperate, all-or-nothing mentality?

After being plundered several times, Abaddon's strength declined sharply, but he was once the leader of the Chaos side in the galaxy.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Moreover, many of the enemy's main forces are on the Vigilant Star, so they still have some strength.

Abaddon could at least influence a portion of the Vigilant campaign's front.

It is a being that deserves our vigilance, apart from the Chaos Gods, Erebas, Horus, and the Tyranid Hive.

For Ron, Abaddon wasn't the most deadly enemy here, but he was always getting scratched by him unexpectedly.

It's quite painful.

It could also affect other fronts, leading to more losses.

This is the pressure the Empire faces on Vigilant Star.

The enemy is not a single entity, but a large group of different enemies. Victory can only be achieved by having an army capable of defeating all of them.

Therefore, before the imperial allied forces are fully assembled, we need to be careful and not make a big show of it, lest the enemy suffer a desperate defeat.

Otherwise, if the Imperial Allied Forces just charge in and the enemy dies along with the Vigilant Star, wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?

In this situation, only by ascertaining the facts, grasping the situation, and eliminating dangers can the final assault be launched.

Reconnaissance units are rapidly transmitting the necessary intelligence, and the Imperial Allied Forces are converging on Vigilant Star from various routes.

The final offensive is just days away.

"The enemy is already active, and we must take action as well."

Ron got up from his desk and looked out at the miniature garden in the distance.

The flowers, plants, and trees in the garden are thriving under the artificial sun, rustling in the breeze, which is a very pleasing sight.

After a moment's thought, he issued the order: "Now that we have tracked down the Black Legion, let's launch a strike against them first."

Moreover, Horus might also use the Black Legion to exert influence, so it's best to weaken them as much as possible.

Ron sighed inwardly:

"Lao Dun, I saved you back then, and now you want to take advantage of the chaos to ambush me? That's really unethical."

I approached you as a savior, but all I got in return was estrangement. So I have no choice but to lay my cards on the table.

"I'll show you what a true Chaos Warlord is!"

(End of this chapter)