Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

As Ron's senior manager, Bayev certainly knew all about this.

He introduced in detail the area, army, population and hostile forces that Wangting District currently controls.

In addition to the Spire Royal Court area, Ron also controls about one-third of the upper hive area and controls the Planetary Defense Force of more than 50,000 people.

The rest of the upper lair area is ruled by the Hof family and various large and small warbands headed by the Gray Wolf Warband.

Under the influence of the rebellion, today's upper hive area has become extremely chaotic, like a microcosm of the entire hive city.

As a former vassal of the Grant family, the Homan family's ambitions are obvious.

The attack last night was most likely caused by the Homan family.

Their power is getting stronger day by day, and I believe they will launch a full-scale attack before too long.

Bad news comes one after another.

But there is good news.

As a result of the rebellion, millions of refugees flocked to the Upper Nest and stayed.

Ron controls nearly two million of them.

This gave him a basic demographic base.

As long as it is managed well, the power of hope provided can restore some of the little sun's abilities.

Figure it out slowly from now on, counterattacking the nest is no longer a dream!

"Then let's not go to the lower nest. Let's wander around the control area of ​​the upper nest."

Ron decided to patrol the territory.

"Your Majesty the God Emperor, that would be too dangerous."

Bayev was a little worried and tried to dissuade him: "It would be better for you to stay in the Wangting District.

The assassins of the Homan family have been looking for opportunities for a long time. If anything happens to you, the Grant family will be completely ruined! "

Ron couldn't comment, he looked at Bayev: "You can protect me, right?"

It would be too much of a waste if the Wangting District could not protect its master in the area under its control.

He might as well wash his neck and wait for someone to wipe it.

Besides, as a psychic, he is not without the ability to protect himself.

In this cruel world where the strong is king, cowardice is a fatal flaw.

He, Ron, was cautious but not a coward.

He is the planetary governor, the ruler of Urth.

If he keeps hiding in the Wangting District, not daring to go out, not to face his people, not to make promises.

As the situation gets worse, more and more people will lose trust and awe in him.

Once this situation continues to spread, his power will collapse and his rule will become ineffective.

There is only death waiting for Ron.

"Sir, we can protect you!" Bayev straightened his body and spoke firmly.

Last night's attack made Bayev deeply ashamed and humiliated. He actually put the Grant family bloodline in such danger. That is unforgivable!

He dares to guarantee with his life that he will never let the Governor be harmed again!

"Okay!" Ron's tone was unquestionable: "Then it's settled."

After making arrangements, Ron followed Bayev out of the spire mansion.

Under the escort of the Imperial Guards led by Carter, he drove all the way out of the Wangting District in a hover car.

Only then did Ron really see what the Wangting District looked like now.

The place is full of traces of war, with pits and pits.

Thousands of years of lavish architecture and exquisite statues fell into disrepair.

After experiencing such a disaster, it would be great if the Wangting District could survive. How could it still have the ability to repair it?

As the hover car passed through the Sacred Square, Ron looked up at the hundred-meter-high statue of the God Emperor and couldn't help but feel shocked.

Unfortunately, the statue of the God-Emperor was also damaged. The nose was blown off by some heretic, the arm was missing, and the bottom of the base was full of rubble.

After leaving the Wangting District, everything became dirty and crowded.

Shangchao District used to be the residence of nobles and officials. It has a small population and is mostly residential areas, entertainment streets and gardens, with almost no industry.

After the rebellion ended, the upper nest area lost the supply of various resources from the lower nest area and was extremely resource-scarce.

For this reason, Shangchao had to carry out major renovations, temporarily established various industrial areas and fungus cultivation bases, and started an assembly line for making corpse starch.

The refugees were organized and worked in various factories, mining areas, and cultivation bases.

Even so, the upper nest area still cannot support so many people.

All kinds of reserve resources are exhausted, and food becomes increasingly scarce.

More and more people can't even afford one meal of corpse starch a day, so they can only starve to death!

Countless people live in dirty places, work in pain every day, and then die on the streets, with no one singing or mourning.

This is their fate.

Ron was sitting on the hovercar. He looked at the people on the street who fell down and died from hunger from time to time, and felt sad for them.

"How many people die here every day?" Ron asked.

"People die every day. It's hard to count." Bayev shook his head: "Actually, the people living here are quite good. If they fall into the hands of the Homan family or war gangs, life will be worse than death..."

Ron was silent. He saw the eyes of the people looking at him: confusion, numbness, fear, and even hatred.

The situation was more difficult than he imagined!

Now it is extremely difficult for him to gain the support of the people. It would be good if there is no large-scale rebellion.

Not far away, another old woman fell to the ground and died, and the people stared at the body with eager eyes.

But they were quickly dispersed, and heavily armed body collectors came to drag the bodies away.

Bayev noticed Ron's doubtful eyes and explained: "Any resource is extremely precious and must not be wasted."

Ron suddenly understood something.

Those corpses are not sent to landfills or incinerators, but are sent to special machines to be broken down into protein and made into corpse starch, allowing more people to continue their lives.

Cruel, but helpless!

Ron secretly decided that everything must be changed, but there was too little he could do now.

The grain storage in the warehouse gradually bottomed out, and Wangting District soon lost the ability to maintain the army.

It is said that the situation in the territories of the Homan family and the Gray Wolf war gang is even worse, with food almost exhausted.

In order to maintain stability, they began to slaughter those people who had no or weak labor ability and turned them into corpse starch to maintain the army.

They also have a population of several million and should be able to last for a long time.

Now the upper nest area is a closed poison jar. Whoever is more poisonous and ruthless will survive.

But Ron refused to win in this cruel way, and he wanted to find other ways.

Maybe that little solar energy in the warp helped him crack this situation.

As night fell, Ron visited a small part of the territory and saw too much suffering in the world. He couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"Go back..." He closed his eyes and told Bayev to send him back.

When they returned to the spire mansion in Wangting District, the maids had already prepared dinner.

Ron was sitting in the luxurious restaurant, looking at the sumptuous dinner, but he didn't have much appetite.

The situation is grim and he must find a way to break it!