Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 730 Roger Dorn: The Empire is doomed, and these heretics have even come to the palace?!

Dorn was very tired.

He realized that his past experience was completely ineffective, like that of an ancient person who was out of touch with the times.

It's impossible to imagine what the new empire or that savior will do, or what strange new contraption they'll come up with.

Upon reaching the surface, Dorn was overjoyed to find the entrance to the ancient catacombs.

But he soon discovered with sorrow that the ancient stone door had become a decoration for people to visit.

He even fiddled with it like an idiot for ages.

Dorn later finally learned that the Saviors had not only drastically transformed Terra's surface, turning it into a garden world.

Under the pretext of security, they excavated and studied the ancient underground tunnel network and relics that had been accumulated over many eras and spread across the entire continent like a honeycomb.

Furthermore, the remaining tunnels were filled with high-strength concrete.

That's something a human would do!
It was practically like turning Terra upside down; the amount of work was terrifying, but that guy did it anyway.

As for the population affected by the demolition project, they were all relocated to other civilized worlds and received compensation for an upgrade in their citizenship level.

Not only that, that guy even took Terratin with him, leaving mostly planetary defense forces and maintenance personnel.

In other words, the heart of the Empire has been completely transformed into a tourist hotspot, filled with beautiful galactic natural landscapes and sanctuary ruins.

This had a huge impact on Dorne's infiltration operation. With the underground network destroyed and the nest gone, he would have to force his way through the surface to get to the palace.

With strict traffic control and dense defense arrays covering the area, the difficulty level is simply hellish!

Fortunately, as the master of the mountain formation and a defensive expert, he was not helpless, though it was a bit tiring.

Dorne had gone to great lengths to reach the vicinity of the Himalayas, where the palace was located, and he was not far from seeing his father.

drop drop~
Suddenly, the detection equipment issued a warning, indicating that there was a long-term defensive force field ahead, as well as one electric wall after another.

"Damn it, it's another area covered by the defensive force field!"

Dorn stopped in his tracks, a hint of helplessness on his usually resolute face.

The savior divided Terra into different areas, and while building landscapes, he also set up dense defensive fields, arrays, and so on in many areas.

This imperial holy land has been transformed into an impregnable fortress, so that anyone who attacks it will feel a chill run down their spine.

He's completely numb now. Forget about leading an army to attack, even as a Primarch, he has a hard time sneaking around the relevant area.

Dorn felt a little tired and a deep sense of frustration, especially when he thought about what had happened recently.

He was the Vigilant and the Empire's First Defense Master.

Over countless centuries, they have meticulously studied various defensive, fortress construction, and garrison techniques and methods, accumulating unimaginable experience.

Dorn firmly believed that no one in the galaxy was better at defense than him, and that he was the best person to guard Terra and the palace.

There is no one else.

However, he now felt that he had lost, lost to the savior, who had defeated his years of honed defensive skills with the most brutal means and the most extravagant investment of resources.

Dorne looked up and saw the blue sky through the gaps in the trees of the jungle. The Primarch's vision allowed him to vaguely see twinkling lights.

Countless.

Those are all near-Earth orbit artillery arrays, capable of bombarding various areas both inside and outside the airspace and on the surface of the earth.

In other words, Terra has defenses covering the ground.

There is also almost endless and terrifying firepower support, and this is without even taking into account the garrison fleet.

This is the savior's defense philosophy—

Invest heavily in resources, invest heavily in resources! If we still can't hold our ground, it must be because we don't have enough resources!
With such a level of defense system, even if you tied up a bastard to be the garrison commander, you wouldn't lose, right?

Does having resources mean you can do whatever you want?!

Dorne couldn't even imagine how the enemy could possibly break through, and sighed deeply.

"I am not worthy of the title of Vigilant, the Empire's First Defense Master. That guy is the real Defense Master, unmatched."

His hard-earned skills were completely overshadowed and dimmed by the opponent's lavish spending of resources.

Given this disparity, no matter how hard you try, you'll still fail miserably.

Crushing them mercilessly.

This almost drove the vigilant to depression, and he felt a pang of envy and resentment towards the resources the savior possessed. Perhaps using resources to overwhelm others is the true form of defense.

He no longer even mentions his title as the master of the mountain formation, because the mountain formation symbol that represented his identity has been dismantled by that bastard, the Savior!

Dorn calmed down.

He scanned the defensive structures before him and couldn't help but smile.

Those defensive force fields and electric walls pose little threat; they are merely symbolic facilities, not intended for use in war.

Sure enough, it's impossible for the savior to deploy high-intensity force fields and attack arrays in all areas, especially in scenic jungles like this, which have little defensive value.

It's not difficult for you to flip over on your own, and it won't trigger an alarm.

"Once I cross this primeval jungle, I'll reach the outskirts of the palace. Then I can send a special signal to the Imperial Guards to contact them..."

Dorn thought to himself.

His experiences and the information he gained along the way have changed his thinking considerably.

That savior might be a loyal being, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to protect Terra.

The father chose an excellent ruler, which led the empire to slowly emerge from darkness.

At least for now, there are no signs of betrayal from the savior. He is just quite high-profile. He may have ambitions, but he won't go too far.

The transformation of the emperor's image into a golden sun, along with religious adjustments, likely received the father's approval.

This vigilant only wanted to reach the Golden Throne as soon as possible to see the Emperor, his father, and then learn more about the Empire.

He will then meet with the savior and formally announce his return.

Dorn figured some things out and felt much more relaxed.

After using technical means to traverse the defensive force field and scale the electric wall, he mentally made a judgment—

The wall set up by the savior isn't very effective; it can only stop fools at best, and even experienced veterans can't stop it.

Defensive fortifications cannot rely solely on resources; they also require skills.

Dorn smiled and shook his head, stepping into the dark forest filled with towering trees.

After his figure disappeared into the depths of the forest, warning signs suddenly appeared in the previously blind spot:

Wildlife Park – Extremely Dangerous, Unauthorized Entry Prohibited!
In reality, this is a forest where high-risk wild beasts roam freely, including creatures such as ant-cows, sgroves, giant bears, and all sorts of other wild animals.

These are environmental measures that align with the Savior's ecological protection philosophy.

Of course, the things inside are extremely powerful; even original Space Marines might have to crawl out. Special facilities are required for sightseeing.

As for the defensive force fields and electric walls, they are mainly used to intercept lost pilgrims and internal beasts to avoid causing unnecessary damage.

If someone foolishly tries to climb over it, safety cannot be guaranteed.

Roar! ! !
Not long after, the roar of a ferocious beast echoed from the depths of the forest; someone had invaded their territory!
Then came the crashing sounds of the chase: the ground shook, claws scraped against rocks, and trees were snapped in half.

Dorn ran for his life as the pack of beasts pursued him, cursing under his breath.

He couldn't understand why Terra would have so many ferocious beasts from the edge of the galaxy, and he couldn't understand why the savior would do such a thing.

Moreover, he couldn't even use thermal weapons or disintegration force field weapons, let alone engage in indiscriminate killing, for fear of being detected by the monitoring equipment.

The only option left was to tough it out and run away.

Dorn gritted his teeth and sped up, dodging the fire-breathing lizard's scorching lava, his buttocks armor turning red from the heat.

The savior is really inhuman!

Meanwhile, outside the Himalayan Palace.

dong dong dong-

The multi-limbed engineering Titan is busily working, digging foundations, mixing concrete, and moving alloy mechanical parts, raising clouds of dust—a scene of intense activity.

"Steel begets strength! Strength begets will! Will begets faith! Faith begets glory! Glory begets steel!"

The distortion of the Iron Warriors was almost imperceptible; they wore yellow helmets, chanted slogans, and worked hard driving piles.

They seemed to have inexhaustible energy. "Brothers, let's work with the same spirit we have when attacking a city! Then we'll give those yellow-skinned stubborn rocks a good look at the stinking faces of the dead father of genes!"

The war blacksmith and siege destroyer, Frix, wearing a white-painted helmet, inspires his warriors and oversees the progress of the defensive works.

He wiped the stains off his faceplate, looked up at the dome of the palace high in the mountain, and couldn't help but smile.

Frix was born in Holy Terra and is the last Terran veteran in the Legion, as well as a member of the Trident.

As the former top company commander of the corps, he led his troops to conquer countless city walls and fortresses, and was very brave.

During the siege of Terra, he led a thousand-strong force to successfully break through the defenses of Lionsgate Airport and ultimately completed the breakthrough mission.

He was the only one who survived that attack.

Fricks didn't want to participate in such a war and make meaningless sacrifices, but the Father of Genetics gave the order, and he had no choice but to obey.

It was precisely his bravery that earned him the title of "Citybreaker," as he was virtually invincible.

However, with the return of the Steel Lord and Father of Genetics, Perturabo, to the Empire, Fricks also received a new mission—

This means leading the Iron Warriors to form an engineering team to compete with the Imperial Fist and to expand the Legion's engineering conglomerate.

To better serve the new empire.

Simply put, the Iron Warriors must not only become the Empire's strongest siege legion, but also the best fortress-building group.

The Lord of Steel has not forgotten his past hatred. Even though he cannot carry out a killing under the Savior's restrictions, he still wants the Iron Warriors to defeat the Imperial Fist in its area of ​​expertise.

Humiliate them severely.

As a result, Frix, the city siege mastermind, transformed himself into a fortress architect and war blacksmith.

He was very satisfied with this status.

The Iron Warriors ended their millennia of mistakes and wandering, returned to the Empire, and were given the opportunity to serve Holy Terra and the Emperor.

Recently, they have achieved another major breakthrough by winning the project for the new palace defense project from the Imperial Fist.

It was truly a moment of triumph.

The only regret for the Lord of Steel was that Primarch Dorn of the Imperial Fist did not live to see this.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The Iron Warrior's mechanical prosthetic body slammed down with a hammer, each strike unleashing a burst of dark purple, scorching flames.

They forcefully hammered the rune-covered black stone pillars into the ground, even causing a slight tremor in the space.

Is this an anchoring technology between reality and subspace, or some kind of teleportation beacon involving the utilization of chaotic subspace energy?

Apart from the Savior, the Steel Lord, and a few high-ranking members of the Cult of Mechanics, no one knew what its purpose was.

That was one of the reasons why the Iron Warriors beat the Imperial Fist in the open bidding to win the defensive project.

They are better at adapting to and controlling subspace energy.

Suddenly, murmurs and roars came from the construction site, and some demons emerged from the spilling energy.

Fortunately, the number of demons was small and they were scattered.

Such a minute leakage of subspace energy offers no opportunity for chaos to attack, but it can easily affect the speed of construction.

"Damn demons! Where's the cleanup crew? Get them out of here!"

Fricks' face darkened. He pulled out his modified, precision-engineered heavy bolter and fired several magazines, while simultaneously calling for the scavenging team to deal with the demons, which were part of the construction site's garbage.

In an instant, gunfire and artillery fire erupted throughout the area, and some pilots even controlled engineering titans to trample the wild demons.

The steel warriors quickly dealt with the demon and resumed construction.

"Fortunately, it didn't take too much time." Fricks checked the construction data and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he saw a group of red safety helmets coming this way, and he immediately became extremely nervous, much more so than during the demon overflow incident.

"The red hat is here."

Everyone must follow the construction regulations. Any jerk found violating them during inspections will be severely punished!

He gave a stern warning over the Fricks channel, then jogged off to meet the red-hatted men.

As everyone knows, the red hats on construction sites are considered more prestigious than the white hats, often signifying the client, or officials from the new empire's engineering department.

That cannot be taken lightly.

Since being severely punished and forced to submit a written self-criticism to the relevant authorities, this conqueror and war blacksmith has learned the ways of standardized construction and survival on construction sites.

"Save... Your Majesty the Savior?"

When Fricks arrived, he was shocked to find that the leader of the red-hatted group was none other than the savior and the emperor.

He was quite surprised, and after bowing, he was about to call out to the other Iron Warriors.

When His Majesty arrives, the necessary formalities must be observed.

Ron waved his hand, stopping the other person: "No need, I just came to check on things, so as not to disrupt everyone's construction..."

He just happened to be passing by to check on the progress of this important project.

Of course, Ron himself couldn't understand it either; the inspection was mainly carried out by the red-hatted, mechanical sages of the engineering department.

He just went through the motions, glanced at the scene a few times, and left, leaving the other red-hatted workers to continue their work.

Ron had other things to do.

He brought with him the Dharma King of the Kalozasa Dynasty, the Living Metal Governor Zabok, as well as the dynasty's nobles and high-ranking warriors to the palace for pilgrimage.

Let them experience the atmosphere of imperial loyalty.

Of course, this means taking a walk around the sacred grounds outside the palace, then going inside the palace for a stroll, and finally taking a distant look at the gates of the Holy Golden Throne Hall.

During this time, Ron would secretly implant an emotional virus into Zabock and others, and then use the energy of the sacred sun to perform some miracles, creating a new god who could "restore the souls of the dead in space".

Of course, there was no new god; the sun was mainly used as a guest god to control the Kalozasa dynasty and create a new religious system.

"This is the first step in the ideological evolution of the space undead race, and the beginning of the ideological war."

Ron thought to himself.

Will bringing such a high-profile space necromancer into the palace area cause any trouble?
Absolutely not.

First, I temporarily cleared out the other pilgrims from the relevant areas of the palace to prevent any disturbances.

As for the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Guard seeing those disarmed space undead aliens, they wouldn't care; they're all on their side, and they wouldn't defy their will.

Unless they lead a fully armed force of space undead to attack the Golden Throne, the Imperial Guard will not object, nor dare to raise any questions.

Even if he were to lead the Necromancer forces to attack the Golden Throne, he would still have more than half of the Guardians of Thunder who were originally from the Imperial Guard supporting him.

From a certain perspective, the Imperial Guard was almost becoming the personal army of its savior, the emperor.

Suddenly, Ron's communication device beeped; it contained some important information.

He frowned and looked down. It was a message from the Mechanical Goddess. She had discovered abnormal data in the psionic network's monitoring database.

……

Forest edge.

Dorn staggered out of that damned area, with an unknown small beast still hanging from his backside.

The small beast's sharp teeth left deep dents in its armor.

He suddenly yanked the annoying beast off and threw it back into the forest.

"Father……"

Dorn looked up and saw the golden dome of the palace. His eyes welled up with tears. He had finally arrived at his father's palace.

But after staring at that spot for a while, he was somewhat stunned.

Why were there eerie green machines near the palace? Then he saw the familiar Abomination banner and the legion insignia on it—

A steel helmet shaped like a skull.

???

When Dorn realized what those things were, his heart sank.

The empire is in grave danger!

(End of this chapter)