Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 738 Savior: In the end, that Perturabo guy is just too inhuman!
Ron looked down at the terrified Chaos Demon and sighed with emotion:

"Indeed, establishing deterrence is still very important."

Otherwise, force alone could not have forced the demon into such a humble posture.

For the past two hundred years, I have been spreading my deterrent image into the warp in various ways, creating fear of myself among demons.

The level of deterrence has now risen to a level approaching that of the gods and even the Emperor himself.

This not only allows for the full utilization of the idealistic characteristics of subspace, but also creates a deterrent and suppression of chaotic life forms.

It can also, in turn, influence humanity and further solidify its authority.

Leaders who can guide the way and deter foreign enemies are always the most popular.

Especially during wartime.

Moreover, because of his dirty methods against Chaos as the savior, the demons of the warp now hold him in awe that is not much less than that of the Emperor himself.

In some environments, it can even be stronger.

After all, the emperor is immobile on the golden throne, so no matter how terrifying he is, he is merely a symbol.

But I can actually reach the subspace and hunt down those chaotic beings, smashing a few giant hell missiles into their chaotic territories.

This is the truth.

Even if they can't launch a frontal attack or send out a large force, they can still deploy special forces to carry out a surprise attack.

With the maturation of Blackstone Technology, the large-scale deployment into subspace is just around the corner.

The entire palace area fell silent, with only the faint rumble of mechanical engines audible.

Will the savior spare these chaotic demons, or will a great battle be fought on Holy Terra?
Both Imperial warriors and Chaos demons await His Majesty's final decision.

"Let's not fight."

Ron shook his head and decided to stop attacking the group of Chaos Demons.

He didn't want to fight on Holy Terra, a garden sanctuary and healing planet that he had painstakingly transformed.

Fighting a war in a vital region of the empire's homeland is a losing proposition no matter what.

It also wastes ammunition.

It's more fun to fight in the Chaos Realm.

Moreover, this involves the imperial palace and the emperor himself.

If I push too hard and the Chaos Demons fight back desperately, giving the Chaos Gods an opportunity to intervene and expand the rift, then I'll be in trouble.

"Warspace insects, your blood is unworthy to flow on the sacred land of Terra."

Ron stared at the demons.

He waved his hand gently, as if giving them a command:

"get out."

Ah, praise be to your mercy!

Upon hearing this, the treacherous lord Varokus felt fortunate to have escaped with his life.

He grinned obsequiously, then banged his lips twice, making the metal beneath him clang loudly, his attitude perfectly appropriate.

It's quite comforting.

The rebel Keris also gave a respectful knightly salute, then turned and left, leaving behind his weapon.

No chaotic being dared to pick up the weapons or armor on the ground, as the savior might see it as a sign of dissent or attack.

They retreated slowly and deliberately, afraid that their movements might be too large and cause a misunderstanding.

Many beings even left naked, such as those Tzeentch demons who surrendered quite thoroughly.

"correct."

The savior suddenly spoke again, causing many demons to shudder.

They swallowed hard, stopped in their tracks, worried that the other person might change their mind.

"Take care to protect public property during the retreat, or don't blame me for seeking compensation from you."

Ron said that.

Upon hearing this, the Chaos Demon and the demons nodded vigorously, their movements becoming gentler as they tried to avoid obstacles.

Some of the larger machines can be easily lifted or moved aside, even when they are blocking the way.

I was afraid of damaging it.

They had to tiptoe and move sideways, which was quite comical.

The Chaos Demons retreated quickly.

They quickly retreated along the illusory, upside-down mountain peaks back to the subspace rift in mid-air.

As for those Chaos Demons, they slowly retreated to the boundary between reality and the subspace, and gradually disappeared.

They also wisely took away some of the rampant fel energy pollution.

These chaotic entities are moving away much faster than they came.

"This...is it over?"

Dorn's eyes widened.

He stared at the departing Chaos Demon, his resolute face breaking into disbelief.

I had imagined many ways to achieve victory, but I never thought of this way.

Not long ago, Dorne broke free of the Black Stone shackles and was looking for an opportunity to help the Savior in battle.

However, before he could do anything, the situation reversed in an instant.

Or rather, the war was over before it even began.

The savior, the emperor, did nothing but stand in front of the legion, and that was enough to intimidate all the Chaos Demons.

This caused them to surrender without a fight and retreat in disarray!
The Lord of the Mountain Array witnessed the influence of the Savior and the Emperor of the Empire in the galaxy and the warp.

"What a deterrent!"

Dorn swallowed hard. The Savior's power was already unstoppable, whether in the Empire or the Warp.

No Primarch could do this, not Horus, not Lion, not Guilliman.

He is far inferior.

At the time, his influence was limited to the Imperial Fist and the defense systems of related planetary sites.

The savior has almost taken control of the empire and is feared by alien heretics.

"This level of prestige, I'm afraid only a father could achieve, right?"

Dorn suddenly thought to himself.

Looking at the savior in his True One armor and the hazy light emanating from him, he felt more and more that the other party resembled an emperor.

But the next moment, Dorn realized what was happening and banished the thought from his mind.

The savior may be powerful, but he can never be compared to the emperor or that father.

He was just blinded by the light.

There's no way around it, the image of the savior is just too similar to that of the emperor!

That's quite normal. Ron, the king of knock-offs, replicated the emperor's image as his ruler, and it worked very well.

Even her hairstyle was specially styled.

The Savior's Ceremonial Image Department searched through numerous imperial epics and documents to recreate the emperor's most majestic image.

Then I gave myself a haircut like that of the Lord of Man.

Not only did Ron's clones resemble the emperor, but his other clones also replicated the classic images of other alien and heretical races.

In order to better implement control and management.

He didn't even spare the Chaos Gods, engaging in related counterfeit religious activities.

They hated it so much they gritted their teeth.

Before Dorn's shock had subsided, he suddenly noticed that the Savior had turned around and was staring at them.

The imposing aura emanating from that being had not yet dissipated, causing him to feel a slight pressure.

"Brother, you're not thinking of running away under the guise of this, are you?"

Ron stared at the master of the mountain formation and said with a forced smile.

He had already discovered Dorn's attempt to break free of the Black Stone shackles, but the stubborn donkey didn't take any further action, so he didn't interfere.

The breathtaking scene just now gave Dorn a greater understanding of the Savior's power.

He instinctively forced a smile, unsure how to explain himself.

The atmosphere became quiet.

"I just wanted to help." After a few seconds of awkward eye contact, Dorn finally managed to utter a sentence.

Then he fell silent again.

"Hey, we're brothers, no need for formalities." Ron glanced at the stubborn donkey, his smile gentle.
He raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder forcefully, as if to say something: "The matter has been resolved, you should get some rest now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dorne's Primarch-level senses detected the danger.

Something is hurtling towards me from behind!
He instinctively wanted to dodge, but the burst of intense spiritual energy restricted his movements.

It was only then that Dorn remembered that the Savior, like his father, was also a high-level psionicist!
The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, as if he had been struck by some kind of sharp weapon, followed by a deep numbness and weakness in his muscles.

Dorn slowly turned his head and saw the large, golden dart stuck in his buttocks.

???

He was really numb!
The golden dart contained an extremely strong anesthetic, enough to wipe out a colony of adult ants.

Previously, due to the invasion of the Chaos Demons, the Lord of the Mountain Formation was not injected with an anesthetic as a precaution.

It comes in handy now.

Behind the two, Carter bowed slightly and said, "I apologize, Lord Dorn, but this is His Majesty's order."

Revenge has been achieved!
He felt a secret satisfaction, venting his anger at the Mountain Formation Master for blaspheming the statue of the Savior and for beating him up.

The Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard, a former member of Governor Ers's personal guard, realized once again that his strength was insufficient to protect the savior, the Emperor. He resolved to continue his intensive training, at least to reach the level of a Primarch!

"hateful……"

The ultra-high-strength anesthetic took effect further, and Dorn, who was already exhausted, began to feel dizzy.

Everything around was spinning and shaking, and even the savior in front of him turned into two.

Afterwards, he even had a hallucination, seeing the emperor's angry figure in the sky.

Before he could react, he crashed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The large, gleaming gold dart on its rear end was so eye-catching, it shone brightly.

"Take the Dorne brothers away to treat their wounds and let them recover properly."

Ron waved his hand gently, signaling the burly men of the Imperial Fist to come and carry the Mountain Formation Master away for treatment.

This stubborn donkey wasn't just exhausted; besides the wounds it had sustained, it also had too many hidden injuries from the past.

That's serious harm, constantly tormenting the other person.

It seems that the stubborn donkey has suffered quite a bit in the warp.

It is estimated that only in the last few hundred years or so has the other side gained the ability to return to the real world.

Once Ron realized this, he arranged a medical package for Dorn.

It included the best medical nuns, medical equipment, and expensive medicines.

It can not only heal all injuries, but also restore the body to its peak condition.

His savior, aside from everything else, is generous and loyal!

hum-

There was a violent burst of energy nearby.

Ron looked up.

Several dark pulses of light shot into the sky, striking the subspace rift in mid-air, and the curtain visibly restored itself.

That's the Blackstone subspace containment equipment that was urgently transported and is repairing the cracks.

There should be no risk of chaos invasion now, and the gods cannot forcibly break through the veil.

The only problem is that the Chaos Gods might use this to find out about Terra's situation.

If they invade again, it will be a full-scale attack when they are confident of victory.

"Save... Savior..."

As Ron was pondering, a being came to pay his respects.

That was Fricks, the engineering director of the Iron Warriors and a war blacksmith. He rushed over to apologize.

The son of the Lord of Steel felt a sense of relief upon seeing the Lord of the Mountain Formation being carried away, but this was quickly followed by fear and worry.

After reporting the specific losses, Fricks knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and awaited the savior's punishment of the Steel Warriors Engineering Group.

He didn't even dare to beg for mercy, preparing to silently accept the outcome.

"It's just a small loss."

The warp disaster has been resolved. While Ron was distressed by the damage to the heavy warp equipment, he didn't think about how to severely punish the Iron Warriors.

After all, it wasn't the Iron Warriors' fault to begin with, and they really had no way to stop the Lord of the Mountain Formation.

As for the damage to heavy equipment in subspace, so be it. At worst, we can just get a spare set from the warehouse. Important projects of the New Empire usually have backup plans.

It’s okay to lose some money.

Unlike the wretched old empire, where important facilities were difficult to repair once damaged, and life was practically over.

Of course, damage to heavy equipment in subspace and project delays are objective facts, and the Iron Warriors cannot say that there were no costs involved.

Ron looked at Fricks and said slowly, "You Iron Warriors can continue with the subspace engineering."

However, you, the Steel Warriors, must compensate for the lost resources and equipment in accordance with regulations and proportions.

I will not give you a deadline. You can repay this debt when you are able to do so.

As for your genetic father, I will communicate with him to handle this matter…”

The subspace heavy equipment was created by combining resources from multiple regions of the Empire.

very expensive.

Ron doesn't expect Iron Warrior to pay back, but he likes having people owe him money.

Especially for unruly legions like the Iron Warriors, it's easier to manage them when they're in debt.

These are all my personal experiences from when I was a beast of burden.

"What a blessing!"

Upon hearing the savior's words, Fricks was deeply moved and even shed tears.

He hadn't expected the savior to be so merciful.

Not only were the Iron Warriors not punished or stripped of their honor, they were also allowed to continue the subspace engineering project to build the palace.

He even went so far as to personally quell the anger of their genetic father.

The savior is not just a godfather, he's even closer than a biological father!

The war blacksmith was so moved that he slammed his fist on the ground and bowed deeply.

If the Iron Warrior hadn't been deemed ineligible, he would have affectionately called him "Father" in public.

Like a solemn oath, Fricks pledged himself to the savior—

The Iron Warriors will complete that vital empire project to the highest standards and within the tightest timeframe!
Afterward, he glanced at the construction site, then looked cautiously at the savior, hesitant to speak.

Seems to be hesitating.

"What kind of talk is this, stammering like that?" Ron waved his hand impatiently. "Your legion can take the junk from the construction site. Don't leave it to affect the environment of Terra."

He could tell at a glance that the Iron Warriors were eyeing the lousy weapons and equipment left behind by the Chaos Demons.

All I wanted to do was collect some junk.

Those weapons aren't even worth researching; keeping them only pollutes the environment. It's better to let the Iron Warriors collect them and recoup some of their losses.

"Yes, as you wish!"

Fricks slammed his bow again, the impact of his armor striking the stone slabs with a loud thud and a strong vibration, as if he were shouting "Hail!"

He left with tears in his eyes.

Praise be to the Savior!

"Long live!"

Soon after, cheers and exclamations of admiration erupted from the construction site as the steel warriors knelt and bowed in reverence to their savior.

These Peturabo descendants, these tough, steely men, had never received such care and attention before, and they were deeply moved.

"Sigh, why do I feel guilty even when I'm exploiting others?"

Ron sighed.

Because of the Iron Warriors' chaotic past, their treatment within the Savior's system is among the worst, with numerous restrictions; they're practically being paid to be ground into dust.

In this situation, he was still deeply loved and respected.

After thinking about it for a moment, he could only attribute it to their genetic father, the arrogant and eccentric Perturabo, who had been too inhuman in the past.

"The trouble isn't over yet."

Ron felt a headache coming on as he thought about the conflict between Perturabo and Dorn.

That arrogant guy knows that the stubborn donkey is back, and we don't know how he'll react. There's a good chance the two of them will fight.

After all, even the Emperor himself couldn't suppress the struggle between his rebellious son Perturabo and Dorne.

If another disturbance occurs, wouldn't that disrupt the Empire's research progress?
Ding!
The communicator rang, and Ron received a message from afar.

That was a reply from Leon and the Khan from the borders of the empire, near the Ghostly Dead Zone.

The Lion of Caliban:
"Brother, if I'm not mistaken, the person in the video is that guy Dorn."

The Eagle of the Grasslands:

"Haha, that stone-headed guy looks really stupid. Is he impersonating Oglin?"

He posted a screenshot of Dorn with a big head and a goofy look.

It seems the Khan doesn't particularly like that stubborn donkey either; they had a heated argument during the siege of Terra.

The Lion of Caliban:
"The Silent King has been expanding rapidly recently, and with our current defenses, it will be difficult to stop him..."

Leon also mentioned the movements of the space necromancers, noting that the situation was not good and that human technology was insufficient to stop the spread of the exorcising necropolis.

It is even more difficult to enter the interior of that star field that can affect the soul.

Savior:
“You continue building fortifications on the outskirts, and I will soon send a special army to hold off the Silent King.”

Ron responded to the lion.

The emotional virus of the Kalozasa dynasty, as well as new religious beliefs and deity images, are already being arranged.

Soon they will travel to the exorcism zone to spread the emotional virus and new religious beliefs.

Let the Silent King know what ideological evolution is, and stop his ambition to expand and dominate the galaxy!

Ron had just finished replying to Leon and Khan's group chat when he received a private message from another Primarch.

It was sent by Peturabo.

That guy doesn't have any group chats, mainly because no one else wants to be with him.

He had established private group chat communication channels with some high-ranking members of the Iron Warriors, but he did not add them to the group.

Perturabo posted a picture of Dorne at his most disheveled and ugly, even photoshopping him into a fart.

He was furious.

Imperial Chief Scientist:
"Bro, is that damn idiot Dorn back yet?!"

(End of this chapter)