Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 725 Savior: Tragedy! The Emperor is about to make his final arrangements?!

Dream Ship.

The Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron, wrapped in a fluffy nightgown, spoke sleepily into the recording device handed to him by a maid.

This was one of his to-do items after waking up: to address the brave citizens of the Empire aboard the Redemption 113 pilgrimage ship.

Give them encouragement.

He never missed an opportunity to display both authority and benevolence, as these were necessary measures to maintain his rule.

It serves as both encouragement and deterrence.

"His Majesty the Savior is all-knowing and all-powerful, watching over the people of the Empire."

Every one of you, everything about you, is under His gaze; no blasphemy or sin can be concealed and will inevitably be exposed…

When preaching, Catholic pastors often say this to people.

Sin and betrayal will be punished, while loyalty will be honored.

People knew that the eyes of the savior, the emperor of the empire, had never left them; they were always watching over them.

Ron, relying on the mechanical goddess's psionic network and its vast, densely organized multi-level departments and intelligence system,

They kept a close watch on the situation within the empire's borders.

As for when he should exert authority or benevolence on the outside world, that was the responsibility of the internal affairs department.

It was a huge organization.

They work with other departments to monitor and collect all the necessary information before deciding whether to report it.

If the application is approved, the savior will convey his will to the local area in various forms.

It could be a document, a sound, a virtual image, or even someone appearing in person.

"...The glory of the Empire will shine eternally, and the throne will surely guide your course." Ron finished speaking and then yawned.

Because of the vast territory of the empire, it is difficult for him to appear in multiple regions at the same time, as the cost of doing so would be too high.

Therefore, except for very important occasions, he, as the savior, does not need to appear in person most of the time.

At most, it can be done by one's own virtual image.

The Mechanical Goddess database contains a large amount of savior image data, enough to create virtual images for various occasions, so realistic that they are indistinguishable from reality.

Simply put, it's similar to an AI digital avatar; it doesn't even need to speak, as the database contains a massive amount of recordings and scripts.

I only need to record myself occasionally to supplement it.

That works very well, not only allowing one's image to appear in multiple areas simultaneously, but also creating the illusion that the savior is omnipresent.

This further enhances the sense of mystery.

Even now, his image is appearing in more than a dozen places across the empire's territory.

Moreover, their appearance varies depending on the occasion, reflecting local characteristics and the local population.

That would undoubtedly be more likely to evoke people's goodwill.

For example, if one wants to show kindness and encourage the brave people on the pilgrimage ship, the image will be more gentle and have a sacred religious significance.

In short, once Ron established the system of rule, he could monitor the empire's territory and exert his will on any region, even while lying in bed in the Sanctuary.

When the emperor realized this, he was so envious that he kept saying that he never had such conditions back then.

That immortal being was like an old man in his twilight years.

The emperor was in a dilemma at the time; the imperial scientific research system had not yet been established, and his leadership was indispensable.

The political and military systems also have various problems, and the Primarchs and their offspring are not very harmonious.

However, chaos was coming on strong, and time was of the essence.

He originally intended to temporarily relinquish control, letting Makado and Horus take the lead, while he himself would devote himself entirely to the research and development of Netway Technology.

To buy more time.

Unexpectedly, before the research on the Internet could be successful, the imperial system collapsed, and the emperor was instead put on the golden throne.

Now, the savior is very stable in politics, scientific research and military affairs. Although he holds great power, he can usually be a mascot.

The various departments and systems cooperated with each other to form a whole, continuously driving the development of the empire.

The emperor would naturally be envious when he saw these things.

Ron recalled his conversation with the Emperor not long ago, during which the old man was unusually lucid for a period of time.

The other party was deeply moved.

"If only you were here during the Great Expedition, you could have helped me..."

The emperor said this, but he fell silent halfway through his sentence.

This ruler of mankind realized a problem.

Even if the savior were still around then, given his current performance, the other party would likely be an upgraded version of Horus, and would probably still sideline him.

Of course, the outcome might be a little better than it is now.

That was an inevitable result. Although the savior also hoped for the prosperity of mankind, his development path and philosophy differed from those of the emperor.

Ultimately, a conflict will still occur, and at that time, one side will inevitably have to back down or be completely defeated.

"That kind of ending doesn't seem so bad; it might save humanity from ten thousand years of darkness."

The emperor had thought of this.

This ruler of mankind had to bear the fate of humanity, a burden that was far too heavy for him.

If given the chance, he would prefer to be a carefree prodigal son in Rome, just like he was in his youth.

In the past, emperors had no choice.

No one but him, the strongest being born into humanity, could save mankind; he had to bear such a heavy destiny.

But now, humanity has a savior, and the unbearable burden on his shoulders can be gradually lifted.

"Unfortunately, I don't have much time left, and I'm afraid I won't live to see humanity flourish. You little brat, you'd better..."

That day, the emperor recounted his carefree days in Rome, and then couldn't help but sigh, as if he were about to make his final arrangements.

Ron felt a little numb when he heard this.

Although I have made the necessary preparations, if the Golden Throne were to explode at this moment, all my previous efforts would be in vain.

In this way, the empire will not only fail to prosper, but will likely collapse by more than half on the spot, not much better than the Eldar Empire.

Humans would have to beg for food collectively.

"Oh, please don't say such unlucky things, it's making me a little uneasy."

He quickly interrupted the emperor:
"You have to hold on, at least until our defense plan is successfully completed."

Besides, I might be able to find a way to restore you and bring you down from the golden throne.

When that time comes, I'll find a feudal world and rebuild Rome for you, so you can retire and relive the happy days of the past.

With current technology, it wouldn't be a problem to completely rebuild and replicate a city like Rome, or even an ancient Earth; it would be like building a tourist planet.

In short, the empire still needs the Emperor to shine and contribute; nothing can go wrong.

Safety is of paramount importance.

"You kid..."

The emperor smiled, then became serious: "I can hold on for a while longer. Even if it comes to the very end, I will not let those heretical gods get away with it!"

As they spoke, the sacred sun of the subspace unleashed an unprecedented threatening warning upon the chaos.

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After sensing the threat posed by the Holy Sun, the Chaos Gods were somewhat paralyzed. "If you want to die, go somewhere else! Why are you fighting us like this?!"

They couldn't quite understand the emperor's actions.

In the eyes of the subdimensional deities, humans are essentially the same as food, just as humans view fruits and vegetables.

They could not understand why a god who could ascend to the highest level at any time would care about the lives of humans.

So much so that they suffer such torment for those humble, vegetable-like beings.

The Chaos Gods were actually willing to share humanity's faith equally with the cursed and would not allow humanity to perish.

Just like humans wouldn't destroy their own vegetable garden.

However, the cursed one's request was for them to completely cease their coveting of the galaxy.

It would be best if they all died.

The savior had the same idea, but his methods were far more vile than those of the cursed!
Faced with the threat, the Chaos Gods remained silent, adopting an attitude of "If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them?" to avoid angering the cursed one.

But when they realized the threat, they did not sit idly by and wait for their doom; instead, they quietly gathered together to plot some secret plans.

The Chaos Gods believed that the time was not far off for them to eliminate the threat of the Cursed.

"Just you wait and see. Those Chaos Gods won't be able to keep up for long. The Empire will soon be able to create Blackrock technology that can restrict the warp. I'll make sure they're wiped out."

Ron spoke to the Emperor with considerable confidence.

Blackrock technology can have a huge impact on the warp, much like the web built by the Old Ones, which even the Chaos Gods find difficult to cross.

In addition, the Necromancer Black Stone Technology's Exorcising Dead Zone can also have a significant impact on subspace chaos, limiting its penetration.

Blackrock is like a creation that grew out of the galactic reality, specifically designed to deal with the warp.

He believed that with Peturabo and the Mechanicus's advancement of Blackrock technology, humanity would soon be completely free from the threat of the Warp.

Ron finished reminiscing and then focused on the creation progress of the Space Necromancer Emotion Virus.

After digesting the structure of the skinning virus, the goddess of life and the goddess of machinery are working hard to create related emotional viruses and looking for ways to spread them.

The emotion virus is less threatening than the peeling virus, and is even close to harmless.

However, when combined with the deceptive belief in the sun, it will have a significant impact on the thoughts of the cosmic necromancers.

This makes them mistakenly believe that their souls are being restored.

Once the Kalozasa dynasty is infected with the emotional virus and adopts a new religious belief, it can travel to the exorcism zone to spread it, completely tearing apart the space spirit race from its mind.

"If the human empire were to go to war with the space undead, it would result in mutual destruction, and no one could guarantee victory."

Ron thought to himself.

Fortunately, war is not the only means to dismantle an ethnic group.

External wars can easily foster unity within the enemy, leading to a fight to the death for both sides.

However, using ideological evolution to undermine the enemy is even more deadly.

I will use various ideological means and faith tools to completely dismantle the ideals and unity within the Necromancers of Space, and let the Silent King know what pain and helplessness are.

That was a war of ideas.

In short, the Empire is now launching two wars simultaneously that will determine the fate of humanity.

One is a war that uses Blackstone Technology to completely reverse the subspace and spread the flames of war to the chaotic territories.

The other is an invisible war waged through the evolution of ideas, silently undermining the power of the Silent King before delivering a fatal blow.

Both are being promoted simultaneously.

If humanity wins these two wars, which can be considered the final battles, it will have no rivals left in the galaxy and can prosper and develop to its fullest potential.

"I wonder which war will end first?" Ron murmured, unsure of what would happen next.

Fortunately, everything is progressing smoothly, moving step by step toward the planned milestones.

Ron didn't think too much about it, and with the help of the maid, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The cabin continued to sway in a barely perceptible arc.

After the Dream Ship used its hymn projector to project a signal onto the pilgrimage ship, it did not stop for a moment.

Continue onward to Holy Terra.

The Kalozaza dynasty's crypt fleet followed the Dream, leaving a trail of eerie green flames in the void.

……

Pilgrimage ship.

Inside the cathedral square.

The giant virtual projection of the savior was integrated with the statue, with angels and a golden halo behind it, displaying an unprecedented sense of holiness.

He looked down at the pilgrims in the square and praised their loyalty and courage in a gentle voice.

The savior's attention and blessings filled the pilgrims with even greater surprise and reverence.

That was perhaps one of the most glorious moments of their lives.

This was an inevitable result. Although the virtual image of the savior appeared frequently, that was in relation to the entire empire's territory.

The Empire has millions of planets, and many regions may not receive such a blessing for decades.

The vast majority of the empire's citizens never have the chance to witness the arrival of the savior, let alone receive his personal praise.

"Savior above, this is the highest honor. Even our armored company commander has never been praised by His Majesty..."

The short veteran was overjoyed, his face flushed red.

He wasn't the only one; most other pilgrims were the same.

"So that's it! The savior is stripping the father of his authority!"

Roger Dorn gazed at the people in the square, their expressions of piety and worship.

He took a deep breath and finally realized what had caused his previous strangeness and discomfort.

The pilgrims on this ship were on their way to Terra, but they rarely mentioned the Emperor; instead, they worshipped the Savior.

Moreover, the large statue standing in this church square area is also of the Savior.

Dorn scanned the square and found that, apart from the solar element, he could not find any statues that belonged to his father.

That was the Imperial Cathedral, yet the image of the father was obscured, as if he didn't exist.

"What a blatant overstepping of authority!"

The master of the mountain formation was very dissatisfied. He was willing to accept the savior to manage the empire, but he could never accept the other party occupying the emperor's position.

The empire and humanity can only have one supreme ruler, and that is the Lord of Humanity, their father—

Emperor!

"The savior's ambition is laid bare; he fantasizes about replacing his father as the supreme ruler of mankind?"

Dorne's rock-hard face turned incredibly serious.

He was a little angry.

If the Savior were here, he would have to severely rebuke the other party, or even fight with him.

Even if it costs them their lives, they will make the savior abandon his wolfish ambitions.

This was even after Dorne had witnessed the changes the Savior brought to the Empire and had somewhat restrained his emotions.

Moreover, he didn't know if his father had given his permission.

"If the savior is hiding all this and deceiving Father..."

As Dorn pondered, a familiar yet loathsome figure appeared in his mind—Horus.

Horus was perfect before his betrayal; he was his father's most beloved and trusted son besides himself.

That guy was ruthless on the outside but kind on the inside, had good manners, and was unpretentious, earning the respect and love of the empire's citizens and soldiers.

Horus possessed such charisma that he gained the trust of his other Primarch brothers and united the people.

To become the empire's sole war commander.

People believed that, under his father's guidance, he could create new glories for the empire.

However, this seemingly perfect being... betrayed us!

Horus split the empire, stabbing his father in the back.

The savior is now doing something similar to Horus, seizing control of the imperial army, establishing authority, and using his personal glory to overshadow the emperor's authority.

He did a better job than Horus!
"What a terrible threat it would be if the savior were to betray us?"

As Dorn thought of this, his body, which was as solid as a city wall, trembled slightly. He couldn't bear to imagine such a scene.

"Praise be to the Savior! Long live the Savior!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar of cheers interrupted his thoughts.

As the virtual image of the savior gently raised his hands, the pilgrims' emotions reached their peak, and they cried out for the savior.

Believers kneel down in worship, while soldiers kneel on one knee in salute.

On the cathedral square.

Pilgrims knelt down one after another, like a wave flowing from front to back, offering their loyalty to the savior.

Everyone shrunk down, except for Dorn, who stood still.

So conspicuous.

Some people noticed Dorn's disrespect and turned their attention to him.

"Big guy, are you stupid? Hurry up and bow."

Your behavior is disrespectful and blasphemous, violating imperial law. Do you want to be arrested and sent for loyalty education?!

The short veteran turned his head and anxiously reminded him.

He believed that this kind-hearted, big man from the border region was simply unfamiliar with the relevant etiquette, rather than intentionally blaspheming His Majesty the Savior.

(End of this chapter)