Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 739 Savior: The Arms Race in Subspace, the Emperor is a bit angry.
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Ron was quite surprised when he saw the message from Peturabo.

He had already instructed the Mechanical Goddess to block the news of the Mountain Array Master's return.

How did it leak to the other side of the empire so quickly, and even get known to that arrogant freak?

“Father, I have obeyed and blocked all the data.”

Before Ron could ask a question, the image of the mechanical goddess Xiaoling, a two-dimensional girl, appeared pitifully on the screen.

Two large teardrops still clung to her watery eyes.

Xiaoling, looking pitiful, continued, "But before you told me to block the data, a source had already leaked it..."

As she spoke, she sent over a virtual video.

That was a series of broadcast videos praising the Savior produced by the propaganda department, which included footage of the Redemption of the 113th pilgrimage ship—

Dorn pretended to be a demi-human, staring blankly at the statue of the Savior, then knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

Extremely loyal.

This footage was specially selected by the propaganda department as a typical case of subhuman cult of the Messiah and incorporated into related broadcast propaganda.

Then it was transmitted to many civilized worlds within the empire's territory, along with countless recordings and backups.

It's very difficult to recycle and control now.

This also includes the Charaton region, where the Peturabo research base is located.

That arrogant guy probably discovered Dorn's existence from the broadcast footage, thus concluding that the other party had returned to the Empire.

After all, Peturabo, though abstract, is one of the most intelligent Primarchs and is also skilled in using data networks.

Under these circumstances, it would be difficult to keep it from him.

"Sigh, just take down the broadcast images of Dorn. As for the copies and videos that have been leaked, just ignore them."

That would be too much trouble.

Ron issued an order to stop the dissemination of the relevant images as much as possible.

However, that video has been disseminated to at least thousands of civilized worlds, and it is impossible to erase it all.

To completely cover it up, the court would have to uncover it bit by bit.

Not really worth it.

Moreover, that arrogant Perturabo is probably already desperately spreading rumors about Dorne's ugly behavior.

For now, let Dorne make fewer public appearances in other parts of the Empire.

Sure enough, Ron received another message a moment later.

Imperial Chief Scientist:
Look at this idiot! Hahahaha!
The message also included a video showing Dorn kneeling and crying, complete with special effects.

Savior:……

Ron took a deep breath, surprised that Perturabo had adapted to the Mechanicus's psionic cyberattacks and argumentative atmosphere so quickly.

He gave Xiaoling a new order: "Try to limit the amount of footage of Dorn that Peturabo uploads."

Don't let that content spread to too many places.

He couldn't simply block Peturabo's news, otherwise that arrogant monster would think his good brother was favoring the Lord of the Mountain Formation.

That's how the Emperor did it, which led to an escalation of the conflict between Perturabo and Dorne.

One is an arrogant eccentric, the other a stubborn mule; even he, the old man, finds it difficult to handle such a dispute.

Even if the Emperor punishes Perturabo, it will only intensify the man's hatred for Dorne.

They are very difficult to communicate with.

The best course of action now is to block all related negative content from both sides and prevent them from directly confronting each other.

Then we'll gradually resolve their conflict.

Ron thought for a moment, then replied to Peturabo's message and sent him a picture.

Savior:
Roger Dorn did indeed return to the Empire, and I gave him a good beating in Holy Terra.

The picture showed Dorn lying on the ground covered in wounds, with a golden dart stuck in his buttocks.

After a moment of silence, Peturabo finally replied to the message.

He seemed somewhat agitated.

Imperial Chief Scientist:
Hahaha, I've saved this.

I... I knew you'd help me teach that idiot a lesson, brother! We're the best Primarch brothers!!!

Attached image——

The savior and the master of steel are good brothers, arm in arm, while the pitiful master of the mountain formation is standing on his butt with darts stuck in his feet.

The arrogant monster's resentment had clearly subsided considerably.

In fact, Perturabo was very moved after seeing the message from the Savior; no Primarch brothers had treated him as well as he had.

Ron wasn't too surprised when he saw the reply.

Communication between people still requires strategy.

If you want people with differing opinions to agree with your point of view, you have to tell the story from their perspective.

While acknowledging some of the other party's viewpoints, you then express your own.

This actually works better.

If one is a top-tier individual, they can subtly implant their own viewpoints, making the other party feel that this is exactly what they think.

For example, when communicating with an extremely arrogant and eccentric person like Peturabo, the first prerequisite is to let him know that you are on his side.

This will reduce resistance and allow communication to continue.

My reply conveyed the message that I was on your side and was even standing up for you.

We are the real brothers.

This is the only way to maintain a good communication atmosphere, instead of foolishly saying things like "you should do this or that" or "don't conflict with the Lord of the Mountain Formation for the sake of the empire."

That will only exacerbate the conflict.

As for the emperor, he is a typical negative example.

When he communicates with the original parent, he always takes the opposite stance.

He acted as if to say, "I'm your father, you have to listen to me," and "For the sake of the empire, you have to sacrifice and suffer."

Faced with the conflict between the Primarchs, the Emperor did not choose to appease and resolve the contradictions, but instead resorted to forceful suppression, punishment, and favoritism.

The first move is a big slam, or a slap on each side.

It can be said that the Emperor never understood the Primarchs, nor did he know what they were thinking or what they wanted.

Or perhaps he simply doesn't want to understand, believing that the original entity is his own property and that everything should be done according to his own will.

This only deepened the conflict between the Primarchs, ultimately leading to their betrayal.

"Alas, discord among brothers is often a result of their parents' lack of virtue..."

Ron was quite moved.

But it's understandable; the emperor was Rome's romantic playboy, humanity's strongest immortal being, and a born overpowered, domineering man.

Asking someone to be the father of more than twenty individuals with personality flaws is indeed a bit of a challenge.

I personally believe that the emperor was forced into the position.

He used to live a life of debauchery and debauchery in Rome, indulging in all sorts of wild activities.

Then suddenly he prophesied that humanity would soon perish, and that he, the immortal being, was the only one who could save humanity.

What else can we do but go for it!

But judging from this point and his subsequent actions upon ascending the Golden Throne, the emperor may be a playboy, but when it comes to matters, he's truly a man of action, no doubt about it.

Ron pondered for a moment, then sent another message to Peturabo.

Savior:
Now that Dorn is in my hands, do you want to come to Holy Terra and teach the Emperor a lesson before he wakes up?

But you'd better hurry, the Emperor could wake up at any moment.

At that point, it will be difficult for me, the emperor of this empire, to lend a hand, as you know...

Ron's meaning was clear: I support you, brother, in seeking revenge, and I'm doing my best to help.

But as the emperor of the empire, I bear responsibilities and am in a difficult position. Of course, I'm just pretending to put on a show, using moral blackmail.

Instead of hoping that Perturabo would actually come to Holy Terra to settle scores with Dorne, the two would definitely fight tooth and nail if they met.

This is not going to end well.

Imperial Chief Scientist:
Thanks, bro. I'm busy researching the Eldar Ark right now. I'll settle the score with that idiot later!

Perturabo's proud and arrogant personality flared up again. He felt that the savior brother had already been kind enough, and he couldn't let that brother be put in a difficult position.

More importantly, he has just received a large amount of resources and a major research project, so he is a bit too busy to get away.

For the Lord of Steel, achieving his ideal—creating a perfect world for humanity—was more important than seeking revenge against Dorne.

That's what's more important.

So he planned to find another opportunity to take revenge on Dorn.

Ding! Ron sent another message.

Savior:
Okay, I support your idea; research is more important.

Go ahead and do your research. Just let me know if you need any resources, and I'll get them for you!

Chief Scientist:
Good brother! (clasps hands in a fist)
Savior:
Personal emoji (thumbs up and grinning)
"Done!" Ron ended the call and nodded in satisfaction.

He temporarily resolved the conflict himself.

That arrogant and eccentric general is staying at the research base to realize his ideals and contribute to the empire. He won't be able to leave for at least ten or twenty years. At most, he can post some memorial pictures and cyberbully Dorn.

After receiving news that Dorn might be returning, he started micromanaging Peturabo.

In a very short period of time, they approved a large amount of research resources and funding for the other party's research base, and then fabricated several very difficult large-scale civilian research projects that only existed in PowerPoint presentations.

For example, things like generating electricity from nothing or perpetual motion machines.

Make sure that brother is properly arranged, keep him at the research base, and let him be studied!

This avoids conflict.

The combination of these factors subtly changed Peturabo's mind.

Of course, to some extent, this is also a win-win situation.

Humans have their own will, they are not machines.

As the ruler, Ron himself had to maintain his authority while reconciling the various factions.

We should seek common interests among different conflicts, strive to reach consensus, and promote unity.

This is not easy.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the oppressive aura emanating from the palace, and the golden throne began to move violently.

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at the same time.

Subspace, New Dragon Forest Star.

That was one of Caliban's remains, carrying special powers.

The former demon pilot Vashtor quietly dragged it into the warp.

This causes it to expand and grow continuously.

After his death, this planet-like planet came under the control of the Chaos Gods and was given to a human traitor named Erebas to manage.

dong dong dong-

The magic steel nerve plexus was densely packed, the dark forging machinery roared incessantly, and thick smoke swirled around it.

Members of the Black Mechanic Cult who refused to submit to the Savior, and demonic forge engineers, studied chaotic mechanical arts here.

In the void, four boundless chaotic figures stood.

Different forms of evil energy each occupied a region, emanating a distorted pressure in this direction.

They are angry.

"Incompetent waste, coward!" Khorne roared, his blood flames surging and burning fiercely.

The Chaos Gods were very angry.

Terra has finally developed a gap or crack, making this the perfect time to strike and weaken its defenses.

However, before they could intervene, the Chaos Demons cowardly gave up the opportunity, allowing the Savior to repair the rift.

Now, no matter how hard they try, they cannot shake the veil between the warp and reality, thus failing to strike the palace of the cursed.

Although they severely punished the cowards, they could not undo the damage.

“Great gods, perhaps this is a good thing.”

Standing on the massive forging platform, Eribas looked up at the chaotic gods in the void and spoke thus.

He was quite confident, with an air of masterful command.

Even when the power of the Chaos Gods lifted him up, he was not afraid at all.

"We have already grasped Terra's defense system and layout."

Soon, despite the pain, Irebus provided an answer, projecting the relevant data:
"The Terra defenses meticulously constructed by the Savior are powerful, but they are not indestructible."

Our dark forging techniques have also grown to the point where we can launch an attack…

Before the rift in Terra was sealed, Irebas seized the opportunity to act.

Using the dark relic technology of New Dragonlin and the spreading fel energy, he silently scanned most of the heart of the Empire.

We obtained a massive amount of Terra defense information.

The Savior is constantly improving the Empire's technology and knowledge of the warp.

After sensing the threat, Chaos also began to take it seriously, using the remaining powers of the demon pilots to continuously research dark mechanical techniques.

In order to counter the savior's technological means.

This is an arms race.

Chaos, by utilizing the time characteristics of subspace, the knowledge of the secret library, and endless energy, made up for its disadvantages and slowly caught up with the Savior's research progress.

Let the demons regain their dominance in the galaxy!
"The Savior's defensive trump card on Terra has been completely exposed."

The retreat of the Chaos Demons will lower that guy's guard, making our upcoming surprise attack much smoother.

"That will be a devastating attack," said Iribus.

The savior will sadly discover that his carefully constructed defenses have been breached by dark machinery, and even hellish weapons have been blocked by the barrier of chaos.

There was no power to resist.

Even the cursed one, the false emperor, was powerless to resist!

The Hand of Fate, the Dark Apostle, turned to look at the numerous foundries scattered across New Dragon Forest, and the kilometers-high, dark machines that emitted a peculiar luster—

Shadow Light.

The artifact has been assembled.

Its powerful ability to modify and its ability to blockade are enough to affect the veil between the warp and reality.

The Shadowlight can construct a special cage that seals the power of the Emperor and the Cursed within a certain warp region.

This prevents it from helping humanity, let alone reaching distant places.

They truly became prisoners of the warp.

Erebas is already looking forward to it. The Empire has too many places to protect, and the Primarchs can only be scattered to guard them.

There is only one Terra that I need to attack.

That would be a collective attack from numerous corrupted Primarchs, leaving the Empire no chance to defend itself.

The great battle in the chaotic subspace that will destroy humanity's hope will suddenly begin in the near future.

That was an unprecedented surprise attack and decapitation strike!
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Holy Terra.

boom!
A strong psionic reaction erupted from the palace area, spreading outwards in a fluctuating manner.

Any being with spiritual power sensed that unusual fluctuation immediately.

“The Emperor…”

The Star Speakers, Psionicists, and even the think tanks on Terra gradually became uneasy.

It was a repressive darkness, a restless rage, and that emotion came from the Golden Throne!
(End of this chapter)