Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 746 Savior: The Emperor in heaven must be pleased, right?
"This line of thinking..."

After reviewing the ejection plan for the Golden Throne, Ron felt a bit numb.

"Whose subordinate could have come up with such a horrific and heretical plan?"

In the old empire, such a plan, which was extremely blasphemous to the great emperor, would not have been implemented.

Even just mentioning it would get them tied to a whirlwind torpedo and launched by the Tribunal and the Imperial Guard.

He pondered the plan, then sighed, "I didn't teach you such extreme ideas and methods. Isn't this putting this savior in an unjust position?"

"Whose proposal is this?"

Ron asked again, his gaze sweeping across the conference room, wanting to know which brilliant mind had proposed the Golden Throne ejection scheme.

However, wherever his gaze fell, all the mechanical sages lowered their heads, and no one dared to admit it.

Even in the new empire, such a plan is still somewhat unacceptable.

Regardless, the Emperor, the sovereign of mankind, was the founder of the empire. How could he be so blasphemous?

Even the most extreme radicals within the Cult of Mechanics would find this proposal too extreme.

To put it even more dramatically, even the most daring heretics couldn't have come up with such a bold plan.

"This is my proposal."

Suddenly, a firm electronic voice rang out, filled with confidence and pride.

That being was clearly very satisfied with its plan, adopting an attitude of "I'm not targeting anyone in particular, everyone here is trash."

Ron looked toward the conference room door following the sound, and saw the flamboyant mechanical figure sitting on a mechanical spider, slowly walking toward them.

That thing was equipped with dozens or even hundreds of mechanical arms and numerous mechanical screens, constantly processing relevant data as it moved.

At the same time, he used binary language to insult another great sage of the Mechanicus, using extremely foul language.

More importantly, the opponent's mechanical limbs were covered from top to bottom with badges symbolizing honor.

With so many honors, almost no one in the Cult of Mechanics could rival him except for the Savior.

There is only one Tech Priest in the Cult of Mechanics who possesses so many honors, technological achievements, and such a confident and flamboyant demeanor.

That is one of the key figures in the current Cult of Mechanics, the Great Sage of Honor—Sally Caul!

"So it was you." Ron looked at Caul who had rushed over and immediately cleared up his doubts.

That unscrupulous oil maker is indeed capable of doing such a thing.

However, it's reassuring as long as he didn't launch himself, the savior, into the air.

"That's right, it was me, and only a genius like Caul, who could come up with such a perfect idea."

Kaul readily admitted it, adopting a "you can praise me as much as you want" attitude.

After that, he came to the savior's side and sat casually in the oversized mechanical seat, looking like he was presiding over a meeting.

"Since this plan was proposed by the great sage, it must have some merit."

Keep it, just in case.

Ron was already used to Caul's flamboyant manner and didn't pay much attention to it.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not reject the radical proposal put forward by the unscrupulous oil maker.

Ron still believes in top-notch technical talent, especially someone as tough as Caul.

That unscrupulous oil maker has proven his skill and correctness with countless technological achievements and success stories.

More importantly, the plan proposed by Kaul coincided with his own thoughts.

I don't care about blasphemy; I only care about whether it works and whether it can effectively strike the enemy.

To be honest, this plan is a bit hellish, but at most it will only be something that certain entities in the Empire will find inappropriate or criticize.

The Emperor himself would probably not object to such a plan.

"Such a powerful plan, even the Emperor himself would be very pleased with it from his throne, wouldn't he?"

Ron thought to himself.

If the Emperor's transformation into a god is irreversible.

So, taking advantage of this last chance, launch the Golden Throne into the Chaos Realm and dump the ultimate, deadly cesspool directly onto the heads of the Chaos Gods.

That's a good thing too.

There is still a chance to reduce the destruction caused to humanity by the birth of the Dark Lord and save more lives.

If this were to happen, the Emperor would probably laugh out loud before he loses consciousness.

Then brutally crush and beat those enemies!

For Ron, this was also a forced attack.

Anyway, if the empire falls, I'll just smash the golden toilet directly on the heads of the Chaos Gods, and nobody will have an easy time!
"Caul, please refine the relevant ejection plan. I will find an opportunity to discuss this with the Emperor."

Ron has decided to implement this plan, which is indeed a good approach.

In terms of both feasibility and effectiveness, it completely surpasses the solutions of other mechanical sages.

As expected, those mechanical sages were too conservative; they were somewhat hesitant in their actions.

Of course, Ron wouldn't just suddenly eject the Emperor along with the toilet from his rear end.

He would still need to inform the Emperor and seek his opinion, but he believed the Emperor would not refuse.

After Ron finalized the plan, the emergency response meeting concluded.

Afterwards, he inquired with Caul about the progress of the restoration plan.

Emergency response plans are only a last resort; the implementation of the repair plan is of paramount importance.

Otherwise, if the repair plan fails, even if the emergency response plan is successfully implemented, it will only be a means of mutual destruction with the Chaos enemy.

Humanity is still inevitably trapped in a vicious cycle of failure and extinction.

Fortunately, according to the report from that unscrupulous oil maker, the repair plan is progressing very smoothly with almost no obstacles.

There is a 90% chance that the restoration project will be launched within a year.

"A 90% probability..."

Such a precise probability, complete with zeros and whole numbers, is certainly a good thing, but Ron still felt somewhat uneasy after hearing the number.

He looked up at the shady swindler: "Why don't you try a little harder and increase your success rate by a few percentage points?"

This number is not auspicious, and it's even a bit scary.

"This is already the highest success rate, exhausting all our knowledge and experience."

If you're really worried about numerology, perhaps I can lower the relevant probabilities a bit?

After thinking for a moment, Caul said this.

He knew the savior's concerns, but he still didn't quite believe in so-called numerology. Technology is technology, and any technology or data statistics contain a lot of symbols related to the number nine.

We can't just remove all those numbers, that's simply impossible.

"No need, we should still believe in science."

Ron was worried, but not to the point of blindly believing in the plan to the point of actively reducing its success rate.

However, he still moved the transfer chamber into the palace.

I'm preparing to pray to all the gods and ancestors for blessings, hoping to counteract that ominous number.

Just as Ron entered the Transformation Chamber to pray for blessings, new changes occurred in the subspace.

……

Subspace, Plague Garden.

Bubbles rose from the filthy swamp, some twisted, withered trees sprouted new buds, and a thicket of thorns full of pustules slowly grew.

These twisted plants are recovering, gradually covering the charred remains left by the fire and the plague.

The plague flies sang and began collecting pus again, while the Nurgles danced.

The gloom and fear of the past seem to have dissipated and are no longer mentioned.

"No, the cursed!"

Suddenly, some kind of murmured speech came out, reverberating through the filthy garden.

This silenced the plague beings from their song, and unease spread once more.

Even the blooming, foul-smelling, rotting flowers shrank their petals.

That murmur came from the black wooden house deep within the garden, the dwelling of the plague-ridden father.

This awakened the fear in the plague's inhabitants, as if something terrible was about to happen. Inside the black hut.

The grotesque, fleshy body of the benevolent father lay on the dilapidated bed, seemingly infinitely tall, with pus flowing down his body like a waterfall, faintly seeping through the charred, putrid pits.

Those are all conceptual traumas left by the flames of the cursed.

Nagore suddenly opened his eyes and woke up, still shaken.

He had another nightmare, in which he saw something new: terrible things would descend upon His Plague Garden in the near future!

The wicked father sensed a threat.

His incarnation immediately left the black hut and headed towards the border of the realms of the gods.

It wasn't just this Plague Lord who sensed the threat; the other Chaos Gods did as well.

Several enormous, seemingly endless phantoms converged and appeared in the sky above the boundary.

"What exactly did the Savior do in Terra? Why is that threat so clear?!"

The alluring voice of the Lord of Pleasure appeared, filled with doubt.

The threatening aura spreading within the subspace has just intensified, presumably due to the actions of some being that amplified a certain event.

This led to the Chaos Gods being subjected to even greater threats.

Moreover, they had a vague premonition that the source of this intensified threat pointed to the Savior.

This is subspace.

It is like a mirror, reflecting the changes in the Milky Way, and is also affected by those changes.

Currently, the only galaxy capable of causing such fluctuations in the subspace, besides the Cursed Ones, is the Savior.

Every move the other side makes affects the Empire and the human race.

Nature can stir up waves in the subspace.

In other words, the savior did something that will cause them fatal trauma in the future!

Over the years, the Chaos Gods have gradually become wary of the Savior's movements, as that fellow always uses unpredictable methods to wreak havoc on Chaos.

It's very troublesome.

If the cursed are a time bomb, then the savior is a dud that could explode at any moment, making it even more unsettling.

Moreover, the Savior is currently on Terra, right beside the Cursed Ones. No one knows when that guy might suddenly go mad and ignite the fuse of the bomb.

This kind of unknown and unpredictable existence is what makes it most frightening.

The Chaos Gods could scheme against the cursed and lead them to a tragic defeat, but they were powerless against the Savior.

They could not fathom the thoughts of the Savior.

"Lord of All Changes, when will your promise be fulfilled? Why is the savior still in the imperial capital?"

Khorne, the Blood God, stared at Tzeentch's phantom avatar and angrily questioned him.

Not long ago, the Lord of Change promised the gods that he would use the trajectory of fate to lure the Savior out of Terra.

But now, the savior shows no sign of leaving.

More importantly, what great thing has that despicable guy done this time that has caused fluctuations in the subspace?

This made them somewhat uneasy.

In short, the savior is doing things quietly, which is quite frightening.

"Blood God, you don't need to worry."

The trajectory of fate remains unchanged; after ninety-nine Terra rotation cycles, the attack will proceed as scheduled, and the Savior will leave Terra before then.

He will definitely leave.

The Lord of Change conveyed this message to the gods with considerable confidence:

"The fluctuation just now was merely a slight possibility of change, and could not alter the savior's inevitable defeat."

The cursed will, as we expect, be completely sealed away by the Galactic Artifact.

Although the Lord of Change was nervous, He spent two hundred years finally managing to glimpse the Savior's thoughts and trajectory.

He was able to weave that guy into his own web of fate and exert influence over him.

This god of mischief, the manipulator of fate, said with absolute certainty:

"The war against the cursed has begun, and our army will arrive as promised."

Terra, that wretched planet, will be weakened like never before by the trajectory of fate.

Everything will fall apart.

Horus and other corrupted Primarchs are ready for war, and New Dragonlin is filled with the elite army of Chaos.

The Chaos Gods did not attack Terra in the past because they lacked the means to contain the Cursed and feared it would trigger unpredictable risks.

It's not that it can't.

Now, they have the means to eliminate the threat—galactic artifacts.

Soon, the demon world, teeming with the elite forces of Chaos, will arrive in the solar system and carry out its decapitation mission before the Empire can react.

This is the empire's weakness.

It has too many places to defend, and even with networked air routes, it still takes time for a large army to return to reinforce.

That would be an unequal war.

Chaos has gathered most of its elite forces, more than a dozen corrupted Primarchs, and the ancient galactic artifact—the Shadowlight.

No matter how many defenses the Saviors piled up on Terra, they could not withstand them!

The message conveyed by the Lord of Myriad Changes excited the other gods, and their enormous, multicolored phantoms stirred up violent ripples.

However, the next moment, they restrained their emotions and actively eliminated all the ripples and vibrations.

To prevent the relevant information from being transmitted in the subspace, which could lead to the message being leaked to that savior, the emperor of the empire.

That could cause the trajectory of the war to deviate uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Nurgle turned his head and listened to something, muttering indistinctly to himself.

He was listening to the muffled whispers of the plague flies, which contained information about the galaxy and the warp.

The wicked father listened, his brow furrowing slightly.

He looked up at the gods:
"My ugly darlings have sent intelligence that an Imperial demon slaughter force has appeared in the vicinity of New Dragon Forest. Should we eliminate them and cover our tracks?"

The demonic slaughter force that the father of the plague spoke of was the Grey Knights, who have been more active than ever before, launching abhorrent attacks everywhere.

The Grey Knights have now attacked another demon world, and it's not far from New Dragon Forest.

He feared that the existence of New Dragon Forest Star would be discovered by the Grey Knights, thus allowing the Savior to control the course of the Chaos War.

As soon as Nurgle the Father finished speaking, the emotions of the other Chaos Gods changed.

That was indeed a troublesome matter.

Because of the existence of the savior, the Imperial armed forces became extremely troublesome, like a swarm of vicious ants.

They never send large armies into subspace; instead, they operate using raiding forces.

You never know when it will appear, bite you, and inject venom.

What's more troublesome is that once you launch an attack to wipe them out, it's almost like stirring up an anthill.

Other imperial forces will arrive one after another, launching even more vicious attacks.

In this situation, it would be easy for the Chaos Gods to create a storm or send out Chaos elites to kill that Imperial force.

However, concealing the traces is quite difficult and could easily expose Xinlonglinxing.

More importantly, they must not allow the Empire to discover the ancient artifacts in that demonic world that can restrain the cursed!

The beings, including Khorne and the Blood God, looked at the Lord of All Changes, awaiting His opinion.

The god of conspiracy was the mastermind behind this decapitation war.

"Oh no, we don't need to do anything, that would disrupt the course of fate."

Thus said the Lord of All Changes.

His iridescent, illusory form shifted continuously, his tone resolute:
"I have seen the end of the demon slaughter force; an order from the galactic Titan will recall them."

Their return will unleash a chaotic storm upon the empire.

(End of this chapter)