Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 745 Savior: Whose plan is this? Who said they wanted to launch the palace and the Golden Throne out?!
The Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron went up to the terrace and gazed at the azure sky.

He was quite moved:
"It's true that the burden on my shoulders needs to be shared so that I can feel lighter. I wonder when I'll be able to retire?"

The main problem is that the Empire doesn't have enough Primarchs right now. Leon and Khan are guarding the borders against the Necrons, Peturabo needs to do research, and Guilliman has gotten lost and gone somewhere.

In this situation, the responsibility of guarding the sacred Terra falls solely on himself, the savior.

Such an important region cannot function without the Primarch's presence, otherwise it would be vulnerable to breaches by higher-level beings.

Fortunately, Lord of the Mountain Array, the Vigilant Dorn, returned in time, giving Holy Terra better protection.

He is the most suitable Primarch to guard Holy Terra.

So once Dorn recovered, Ron quickly handed over this defensive task to him.

To free myself from the defenses of Holy Terra and have the energy to do other things.

Ron looked up at the sky.

The eerie green alien fleet was slowly departing from the airspace; it was the fleet of the Kalozasa Dynasty.

The Living Metal Governor, Dharma King Zabok, and many other high-ranking beings have been implanted with an emotion virus.

Furthermore, they embraced a new religious faith—the Holy Souls Cult.

Zabok and others believe in the new god of the Holy Souls sect and hope that Pluto, the god of the underworld disguised as the sun, will help the undead in space to rebuild their souls and bodies after his resurrection.

The Kalozasa dynasty is now overjoyed and eagerly heading to the Dead Realm.

They were eager to spread this good news to more “sick” living metals.

After all, the more believers there are in the new god, the faster that great being will be resurrected.

More importantly, the favor of the new god is not endless, but determined by the amount of faith.

The more believers you attract, the more blessings you will receive, and the more abundant your spiritual energy and physical body will be after the new god awakens.

As for those who can't attract followers and whose faith is weak, it would be good if they could recover even a little bit.

In short, Ron created a multi-level marketing model for the Holy Soul Cult, similar to a faith-based multi-level marketing scheme.

Whoever brings in the most believers is the most devout.

The main feature is a powerful brick-throwing technique, and the believers' faith is very strong, so it continues to spread and expand.

"The Silent King has just returned and hasn't even been able to establish himself properly yet. The ideological evolution of the Holy Soul Sect is enough to give him a serious hard time."

Ron thought to himself.

The Kalozaza dynasty has now gone to the Exorcism Zone, and the Emotion Virus and the Holy Soul Cult need some time to brew and spread.

In the short term, however, the Empire should no longer need to worry about the threat of the Necromancers in space and can concentrate most of its forces to deal with the threat of Chaos.

In particular, it addresses the issue of the emperor's corruption.

Research on the Golden Throne restoration equipment has made breakthroughs, and the final suppression technology has also made phased progress.

He believes that the existence of people like Kaul will resolve the issue within the next year or two.

From this perspective, although the empire appears to be in a critical situation, it is still developing steadily and positively overall.

Instead of being helpless.

"We've made ample preparations; surely we won't suffer a crushing defeat?"

Ron felt much better after thinking about this.

Looking down at the beautiful scenery and bustling crowds below the sanctuary, he couldn't help but sigh:

"In any case, humanity has finally recovered and is full of vitality."

Even Holy Terra has been armed as much as possible, with multiple defense systems and lines of defense.

Surely it won't turn into the empire's burial ground?

However, no sooner had Ron finished speaking than he received an urgent message from the palace.

The message came from the commander of the throne guards, his tone extremely anxious, urging his savior to come to the palace immediately.

Out of a sense of secrecy, the commander of the throne guards did not reveal any details, but this information alone speaks volumes.

"Looks like something's happened, and it's a huge problem!" Ron's face darkened the moment he saw the message.

He turned to Tako, who was waiting nearby, and gave him instructions:
"Immediately prepare a secret flight route to the palace, without any exposure."

Especially avoid that mountain formation master!

Whatever problems arise with the Golden Throne, this must not be known to Dorne.

Otherwise, that stubborn mule, influenced by his emotions, might actually make things worse.

"Oh, by the way, you'll be coming to the palace with me too," Ron said after a moment's thought.

He needed this deputy to discuss some urgent matters.

Not long after, Ron, along with Tako, traveled through a secret passage to the Himalayan Palace.

He even left behind a silicon-based bio-stand controlled by psychic powers, making people believe that he was still working in the Sanctuary.

This is a standard practice for rulers during special periods: concealing their movements.

In particular, the existence of the chaotic subspace must not be informed.

Ron even had a dedicated team of high-ranking psionicists who used psionic energy to interfere with the traces he left behind.

In addition, we should try our best to use the divine spirit to erase the trajectory of some things on the Holy Terra.

To prevent that ever-changing Lord from knowing too much about Holy Terra's information and defense status.

"What exactly happened?" Ron asked the commander of the throne guards, who was following closely behind, as he hurried up the steps.

“My lord’s throne has suddenly developed many cracks, and the Great Sage has asked me to summon you immediately.”

The captain of the throne guard appeared calm, but one could see the worry and unease in his eyes.

These royal guards, who had protected the throne for ten thousand years, suddenly discovered that what they were protecting was about to collapse.

Naturally, one would feel anxious and uneasy.

"I see.

From this moment forward, I will take over all affairs of the palace in order to better restore the throne.

Ron understood what was going on after hearing this; things were more complicated than he had imagined.

But he still issued orders methodically, and in the process, he completely took control of the palace.

This will facilitate subsequent actions.

Ron didn't have time to argue with those Imperial Guard elders anymore.

From now on, I'll do whatever I want, whether it's against the rules, blasphemy, or taboos, I'll use any means necessary.

Do everything you can to salvage this situation.

"His Majesty……"

The commander of the throne guards instinctively wanted to object, but when he saw the savior's warning gaze, his heart trembled.

He fell silent, no longer daring to interfere with the Savior's takeover of the palace.

This is partly due to the authority the Savior had built up over the years, but more importantly, it is because the Imperial Guards were helpless in the face of what was happening.

They also lacked the ability to repair the throne; their only hope lay with the savior, the emperor of the empire.

Ron ignored the commander of the Throne Guard.

He knew that under these circumstances, there would be no obstacles to him taking complete control of the palace.

As planned, the mechanical goddess will fully move in and readjust the defenses.

It can also carry more specially designed subspace heavy machinery.

In fact, the relevant equipment had already been manufactured and was just waiting for the right time to be transported in and installed.

The empire is now a veritable infrastructure powerhouse, and even such large-scale renovations don't take too much time.

"Nothing's changed, is it?" Ron entered the throne room, staring at the magnificent mechanical throne, but couldn't see anything amiss.

In the distance, several enormous mechanical sages were gathered together, communicating in binary language.

I don't know what they're talking about.

Upon seeing Ron, the savior and emperor of the empire, the mechanical sages ceased their conversation and bowed slightly in their direction.

"By the Goddess of Mechanics," a great mechanical sage greeted them, speaking in High Gothic language.
"Your Majesty, please come with me. The damage to the throne is more severe than expected, and all previous repair efforts have been rendered useless."

Ron frowned.

He followed the Mechanical Sage to a large area behind the Golden Throne.

The area was filled with clearly visible flashing electric arcs, and the pressure was astonishing.

Without the guidance of a high-ranking technical priest, he would have had a hard time getting inside this magnificent machine.

Previously, the Throne Research Institute of the Cult of Mechanics had carefully analyzed the structure of the Golden Throne and carried out several rounds of maintenance and protection.

To stabilize the operation of the machinery as much as possible and reduce the internal pressure of the machinery.

It now appears that previous technological methods have become ineffective.

Ron stared at the mechanical structure before him, riddled with large cracks and almost crumbling.

I gasped in shock.

He hadn't expected the Emperor to be in such a dangerous state; the golden toilet seemed ready to explode at any moment.

What's the difference between this and sitting on a volcano that's about to erupt?
Once the machinery breaks down, the suppressed subspace energy erupts, blasting the emperor's buttocks off the throne.

At that time, even if he tried his best to control the dark evil energy, he couldn't control it anymore.

How long can these mechanical structures hold up?

Ron turned to ask the mechanical sage beside him, his voice trembling slightly.

He was genuinely a little nervous.

"With the mechanical goddess above, they can last for a year at most, or less, but the margin of error is about one month."

This is the limit of current detection methods; it's impossible to obtain a more precise time.

The mechanical sage said, "The existing data is beyond the scope of our experience."

Fortunately, the Honorable Sage Sari Kaul is on his way and should arrive in about two Terra days…

Ron felt much relieved after hearing that Caul was coming soon.

That unscrupulous oil maker may be unreliable most of the time, but he can still solve problems when it really matters.

He sighed deeply:

"According to the previous plan, how much longer until we can carry out the final restoration of the throne?"

"Five hundred and thirteen Terra days, which is a year and a half."

Our core suppression technology cannot yet be confirmed as effective; it requires some time to verify.

The Great Sage of Machinery gave the time it would take for Ron's heart to stop, but fortunately, after calculating it, he added:

"Of course, that's the safest option, and the timeline can still be adjusted forward."

If the following experiments go smoothly, we could implement the final repair plan within a year at the earliest.

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief; at least things hadn't gotten out of control yet.

Now that Kaur has come to oversee things, it's time for the relevant experiments to yield results.

The chances of eventually repairing the Golden Throne are very high, at which point I will have no worries.

"Let's move the plan forward; the throne must be repaired within a year!"

Ron gave the Mechanical Sages a death order.

That was a task that had to be completed, otherwise Holy Terra would have to ascend to heaven with the Golden Throne, as would the future of humanity.

And it would cost countless lives.

Soon, batches of transport ships entered the palace under the pretext of repairing the fortress, bringing with them a large amount of machinery and engineering personnel.

Under the cover of numerous other engineering projects, the preliminary work for the restoration of the throne began in full swing.

Ron was also stationed inside the palace, personally guarding this core area of ​​the empire.

To prevent any accidents from happening.

I dare not go anywhere now. How can I sleep if the matter of the Golden Throne isn't settled?!

……

royal palace.

Inside the temporary council chamber.

"These plans would be too costly and pointless..."

Ron frowned as he stared at the projected plan in mid-air.

He was participating in a special emergency response meeting to discuss what would happen if the restoration plan failed and the Golden Throne was completely out of control.

How should we deal with this?

That was a necessary contingency plan; the Empire always prepared for the worst-case scenario.

The mechanical sages have proposed quite a few solutions.

For example, it could be done in a conventional way by using several small mechanical thrones to introduce the power of the Hope Sun to suppress it.

Another tactic was to launch hundreds of whirlwind torpedoes to bombard the throne area of ​​the palace, using the intense energy shockwaves to temporarily resist the eruption of dark evil energy.

Alternatively, they could use the Blackrock Blockade to build multiple lines of defense on the perimeter, buying time to react.

“Let’s scrap the first option.” Ron first ruled out the option of confronting the Dark Lord, the incarnation of the Emperor, while sitting on the toilet.

My chances of winning are slim.

Moreover, the risks are extremely high. If one is not careful, one will also have to ascend to godhood. At that time, humanity will have two supreme evil gods at the same time, and be attacked from both sides.

As for the Cyclone Torpedo and Black Stone Blockade Device plans, they have no practical significance.

The time gained by those plans is not enough to accomplish anything.

But Ron could also understand that the collapse of the Golden Throne was almost the most difficult thing to deal with in the galaxy.

It's quite normal that the mechanical sages couldn't come up with a relevant solution.

However, the meetings must continue. Many of the Empire's solutions to problems are derived from the collisions of ideas in one planning meeting after another.

Pooling wisdom and ideas.

Ron leaned back in his chair, browsing the relevant plans, looking somewhat listless.

He's had a feeling lately that a storm is brewing, and he feels like something is interfering with him.

But I couldn't put it into words.

"It must be that troublemaker, the Lord of All Changes, stirring up trouble."

Ron thought to himself, "Anyway, if anything goes wrong, just pin it on Tzeentch."

He knew that at this time, he absolutely could not leave the Golden Throne area; he had to keep a close watch on the sleeping emperor.

When they are anxious, the Chaos Gods must be even more anxious, and even more eager to take desperate measures to eliminate the threat posed by the Emperor.

You can't help it.

But as long as I firmly guard the palace and do not leave, what can the Chaos Gods do?
No matter what tricks Chaos plays, just defend against them!

"Sigh~"

Ron suddenly saw a new proposal, and he sat up abruptly, feeling much more alert.

That was the plan for dealing with the collapse of the Golden Throne; it was very detailed and practical.

"Whose proposal is this?"

He scanned the various figures in the conference room and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Who said they were going to launch the palace and the Golden Throne out?!"

That proposal was undoubtedly bold, even somewhat rebellious and blasphemous.

The plan is to use relevant mechanical facilities to launch the palace and the Golden Throne directly into subspace at the moment the Golden Throne collapses.

More accurately, it meant launching the Emperor himself into the realm of the Chaos Gods...

(End of this chapter)