Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 744 Savior: Wow, the Emperor really knows how to give gifts.

Ron, as the savior and emperor of the empire, has always considered himself the elder brother of the Primarch.

Of course, this excludes Leon and Guilliman.

Those two guys looked much older than me for some reason, so we could only call each other brothers.

As for Dorne, when the Emperor found him, he was much younger than Leon and Guilliman, so he was naturally ranked lower.

There's nothing wrong with this stubborn donkey calling me "big brother".

Dorn looked at the savior with a friendly demeanor and hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He had never had such a good relationship with any other Primarch.

This stubborn mule has a very strong temper and often argues and conflicts with other Primarchs about the Emperor.

Most of the time, he was in a semi-isolated state, with no Primarch willing to associate with him.

Even Guilliman, who had a better temper and occasionally communicated with him, fell out with him over the Astartes.

"What, you don't want to acknowledge me as your brother?"

Ron looked at the stubborn Dorn and smiled gently: "The Empire is different now than before, and so are the relationships between the Primarchs. You'll get used to it."

But I still hope you can integrate and fight alongside me.

The savior's kind attitude touched Dorn's heart.

He thought of his father's instructions and how the other person had saved him, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

"Big... big brother."

Dorn finally managed to squeeze out a sound, barely audible.

Afterwards, he felt relieved and seemed much more relaxed.

"Hey, third brother!"

Ron grabbed the big, stubborn donkey's hands and said enthusiastically.

He put his arm around the shoulder of the stubborn donkey and walked out, looking like the Primarch's elder brother.

As Ron walked, he instructed, "You should rest and recuperate in the Sanctuary first, and familiarize yourself with the environment of the Empire."

After you have recovered, I will entrust you with an important defensive mission.

The Emperor himself has spoken with me about your situation; the Empire's defenses cannot function without you.

Dorn was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

But the emperor's praise and the savior's trust still brought a smile to his face.

"Brother, I am the Wall of the Empire, and I will not let Father down."

This time, it went much more smoothly for Dorn to call him "big brother."

"I feel at ease with you here. I will do the statistics and then transfer the relevant military command authority to you."

Ron was quite concerned, as if taking care of a younger brother: "Your equipment is too old, I'll send you a new batch later..."

He had long wanted some laborers to take over these tedious defense duties for him, so that he could have an easier time.

Soon, the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
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Soon after.

Hell Sauna Park.

The park was filled with smoke and the plasma engines roared, making it noisier than ever before.

In a certain area, the engine machinery is operating at higher speeds and its strength is constantly increasing.

That's the ultimate super alloy fascia knife hell!

The sound of high-strength alloy hammering against flesh echoed continuously, each blow no less powerful than the impact of heavy machinery.

Even the alloy steel plate on the ground was slightly dented.

"Father of Genetics, what an incredibly resilient body!!"

Thor Garadon, the third combat company commander of the Imperial Fist, was wrapped in bandages and had special plasters on his body.

He gazed at the tall figure who had persevered through the hellish environment of the super alloy fascia knife, filled with admiration.

Behind Garadon, the other Imperial Fist warriors were also limping, looking like they had been thoroughly trained.

The warrior who shouted to the leader of the mountain formation received the most special care and was even laid on a stretcher.

"For the father of genetics!"

But the warrior still raised his only movable hand to encourage the tall figure in the hellish scene of the alloy fascia knife.

That was the genetic father of their Imperial Fist, the master of the Mountain Formation—

Rogal Dorn.

After Dorne returned, he recuperated in the Sanctuary.

He was furious when he learned that the Imperial Fist had failed to win the match against the Ultra Warriors.

This stubborn mule believed that the Imperial Fist, as the last bastion of the Empire, had to be physically tougher and stronger than other warriors, if nothing else mattered.

He subjected those Imperial Fist gene offspring to rigorous training at an even higher standard.

As for the genetic offspring who dared to speak to him, he was promoted to his personal bodyguard.

Train to the highest standards.

Dorne did not punish the genetic offspring.

But since the other party is so brave, he should become one of the most resilient warriors of the Imperial Fist.

They were grooming him to be a deputy.

As the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Dorne personally participated in the Hell Challenge, wanting to show everyone the physical limits of the Imperial Wall!
Soon, he broke several records for physical strength.

His physical strength ranks higher than Primarchs like Leon and Khan, and even surpasses Dante, the long-time record holder for second place in Hell's Fascia Blade!
The Primarch of the Fist of the Empire, the Master of the Mountain Formation, is challenging the number one ranked Savior!

This attracted the attention of the warriors, and even figures like Calgar and Dante came to watch.

They also wanted to know whether the Primarch of the Imperial Fist could break the unknown records left by the Saviors.

It truly reaches the limits of human physical strength!
"The physical strength of the Mountain Formation Master has actually reached such a level..."

Dante was somewhat shocked.

Although his record in the Hell Fascia Knife project ranks second.

But it was almost at the cost of his life; it was just that the father of genes, Sanguis, was unwilling to let him return to the throne.

At this moment, the Imperial Knight-class plasma engine was operating at full power, with plasma spreading outwards.

You could even smell the burning in the air.

Dorn struggled to hold on under the hammer blows of the high-strength alloy.

His record is far ahead of the second place, but he still hasn't broken the Savior's record.

How much longer?

Dorn's teeth were almost crushed.

He felt that time was passing so slowly, and his body had reached its limit, as if all his muscles were being constantly ravaged and torn apart.

It was more painful than being struck by a demonic sword, and even his consciousness gradually became blurred!

Dorn couldn't believe that the savior's physical strength could be so much greater than his own.

Each Primarch has its own advantages, and its own advantage lies in the toughness of its body.

Surely the savior can't be that much stronger than him in terms of spiritual power, physical strength, and combat ability?
However, no matter how much Dorn persisted, or how much the data rose.

The savior ranked number one on the leaderboard is none other than the Unmoved!

The records left behind by that being have exceeded the imagination of Dorn and all the warriors.

They realized that the records left by the Savior far exceeded those of all the warriors and even the Primarch.

That record was like a towering mountain, pressing down on all the imperial warriors, unshakeable.

How astonishing!

"what!!!"

Dorn gathered his strength again, let out a roar, and once again broke through his limits.

His physical resilience impressed and amazed the soldiers.

In reality, the master of the mountain formation was already a bit numb, but he was unwilling to give up under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Where no one could see, a tear even welled up in his eyes.

This is so difficult! When will it ever end?!
"It should be soon, right?"

As Karga and the other warriors watched the data record of the Mountain Formation Lord slowly rising, they murmured to themselves.

They even secretly hoped that the Lord of the Mountain Formation could break the Savior's record and allow everyone to glimpse the limits of that being.

People hold awe for the existence of perfection, but they are even more curious about the limits of perfection.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, they suddenly discovered that the data of the Mountain Formation Master had stopped increasing.

They were startled and turned to look. The master of the mountain formation was lying on the machine, no longer moving.

The other person, unaware of when, had reached their physical limit and completely fainted.

"Quickly, stop the machine!"

Garadon and the Imperial Fist warriors quickly went to stop the plasma engine and then dragged out their Gene Father.

At this moment, the emergency medical team from the Hell Sauna Park arrived in time to provide recovery treatment for the Mountain Array Master.

They immediately administered several doses of treatment drugs and then used a special resuscitation device to stimulate the unconscious person's consciousness.

The tough guys on the emergency team were already used to this kind of rescue.

If this park doesn't get dizzy every day, ten or eight Space Marines or High-Rank Warriors will be used to it.

Dorn woke up quickly and immediately looked at the projection in mid-air.

Yet his record remained second, with the Savior's name at the very top, as if looking down upon him.

"How can it be……"

Dorn took a deep breath, incredulous.

He lost in the physical toughness he was so proud of, and even with all his might, he could not defeat it.

The Savior defeated him without relying on the Black Stone Machine, but through sheer physical strength!

Dorn finally realized the difference between himself and the savior.

That being is far more powerful than me in every aspect!
At this moment, a slight disturbance suddenly arose in the crowd.

Imperial warriors cast reverent glances toward one particular area, bowing one after another.

Then clear the way.

The savior, the emperor of the empire, has arrived.

After the recent events, the warriors gained a deeper understanding of the Savior's power, which even the Primarch could not match.

His power is unfathomable!

Ron walked over, wearing a light, dark gold robe.

He met the admiring gazes of the crowd and gently raised his hand to indicate to the soldiers that there was no need for further formalities.

"Big brother."

Dorn instinctively greeted the Savior, and his attitude changed considerably.

He was completely convinced of his savior brother's abilities.

Primarchs and High Warriors are like that; only true strength can convince them.

Especially in their areas of expertise.

Ron was quite satisfied with everyone's reaction.

His purpose in setting up the leaderboard in this park was precisely this.

As for his first-place ranking, that was obviously fake.

Ron would never willingly suffer abuse; it's not his forte.

His power comes more directly from the warp.

More importantly, Ron wanted to use this to establish his authority, an authority that no other being could challenge.

Under the control of the mechanical goddess, the relevant data rankings only count the data of the second place and those below.

He was directly given the top spot as the savior.

In other words, no matter how hard the challenger tries, they cannot break their own record.

We can only look on in awe.

This would undoubtedly win over those Space Marine warriors, and even Primarchs.

After the First Primarch, the proud Lion Leon, challenged the Hell Project, he spoke to me much more softly.

Dorn, that stubborn mule, has just challenged him, and the other party seems to have completely given in.

Ron deliberately chose to show up when the stubborn donkey failed its challenge.

This provides a direct comparison, further establishing one's powerful and imposing image.

It seems to be working very well now.

As a competent ruler, he never misses any opportunity to showcase his image.

"Brother, are you still able to move?" Ron asked with concern.

"No problem." Dorn gritted his teeth and stood up, too embarrassed to tell anyone that he had collapsed from exhaustion.

"That's good." Ron patted the stubborn donkey twice more to show his friendliness: "Come with me, brother, I have a gift for you."

"Gift?"

Upon hearing this, Dorn's gaze changed, and he felt a surge of anticipation.

He has only ever received a gift once in his life.

That was ten thousand years ago, when the Emperor, that father, gave him the Mountain Formation and the Imperial Fist Legion.

In fact, the Mountain Array originally belonged to the world of Inwitt.

In other words, when Dorne returned, he presented the Emperor with the massive Fortress Mountain and a space force capable of being deployed directly into war.

After accepting these gifts, the Emperor presented the Mountain Array and the newly formed Seventh Legion as gifts to the Primarch's biological son.

The gift moved Dorn to tears, and the father and son were so happy and filial that they almost embraced and wept.

"The Emperor knew how to give gifts."

Ron, recalling the past deeds of Dorne and the Emperor, couldn't help but feel a surge of complaints.

Big Stubborn Donkey may seem like a rough and tough guy, but he still values ​​relationships.

For example, the stubborn donkey is not only a good son of the emperor, but also misses the old chieftain who raised him in the Inwit Ice World.

The old patriarch taught him many tactics, strategies, and diplomatic skills.

Even though the stubborn donkey knew that he was not related to the old clan chief by blood, he still loved and respected him.

He even still keeps a fur-trimmed robe belonging to the old clan chief, whom he uses as a blanket every night as a way of remembering him.

As the ruler and the elder brother of the Primarchs, Ron learned about Dorne's background and personality in advance.

Furthermore, they gained access to higher-dimensional information that they had not previously understood.

He knew that this stubborn donkey was reliable and trustworthy, which was why he dared to entrust the empire's defense to him.

Before long, Ron led Dorn to a large savior's armory.

The heavy doors rose, and the two walked through the passage, where they found a dazzling array of weapons.

Those weapons and equipment are at least of the finest quality, and there are also a large number of legendary-level weapons.

Dorn followed behind the savior, gazing longingly at the weapons.

These are all good things.

That older brother was much richer than he had imagined; even his father's armory wasn't this wealthy.

In reality, the emperors were initially very poor, mainly because they failed to fully master the Mechanicus.

Soon, Dorn spotted a heavily armored figure painted in yellow on a clothing platform.

He only glanced at it, but he couldn't tear himself away.

The armor before him almost perfectly matched his aesthetic sense, and its numerous features and force fields were all designed to suit his combat style.

It's practically tailor-made for you!
In fact, this was the complete set of weapons that Ron tailored for the stubborn donkey after collecting a lot of information and data, and it also used a lot of relics and new technologies.

It's much better than the opponent's previous Primarchic weapons.

"You're going to give me this set of equipment?" Dorn swallowed hard, asking with some anticipation.

However, he received a negative answer; the savior shook his head, which dimmed his gaze.

“Who said I just gave you this set of equipment?” Ron shook his head and patted Dorn on the shoulder.
"If others find out, they might think I, the savior, can't afford to give away this entire armory!"

"Big brother!"

The words of the savior brought a touch of warmth to Dorn's heart.

That guy really put a lot of effort into preparing gifts and equipment for himself.

He quickly equipped himself with the Primarch Armor Set, which made him look more robust and indestructible.

Just like a wall of steel.

Then, Ron pulled out a thick, imposing golden shield from somewhere.

It is covered with sacred patterns.

He handed the golden shield to Dorn, which moved the latter even more.

“This is my father’s…” Dorn trembled as he took the golden shield, somewhat incredulous.

"That's right, the shield is made of Shinichi Alloy."

It's exactly the same shield that the Emperor used back then; it'll suit you perfectly.

Ron tapped his shield and explained:
"This matter was also approved by the Emperor himself, so it can be considered a gift from him to you."

Feel free to use it.

This golden shield is indeed a replica of the equipment worn by the Emperor in his time, and it is made of True One Alloy.

Incredibly sturdy.

More importantly, this True One Shield contains a significant amount of the Emperor's ashes.

This can be considered as using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha, making it a very loyal, sacred, and filial piece of equipment.

Of course, Ron couldn't tell Dorn about this; he'd talk about it another time.

He looked at the stubborn donkey brother and said quite seriously:

"From now on, I entrust the protection of Holy Terra to you. Make sure to build a stronger defense."

Dorn, clad in orange-yellow Primarch armor and carrying the Emperor-style True One Shield, looked like a city wall.

He felt full of energy and very at ease.

It was as if the emperor, or his father, was by his side.

Dorn nodded and swore, "I, Rog Dorn the Vigilant, will become the strongest wall on Terra!"

At this moment, Dorn was very confident; he now possessed a more powerful Primarch weapon.

No matter how many enemies attack Holy Terra, he can hold them off and will never fall!

(End of this chapter)