Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

“The Lord of Slaanesh has gotten so bold?! ”

Ron detected a trace of Slaanesh's aura, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Could it be that the Chaos entity wanted to corrupt the Emperor?

That's impossible. Even if the Emperor is in a cloned form now, he wouldn't be easily corrupted.

Of course, it's also possible that the Lord of Slaanesh just wants to play around with the Emperor, this galaxy's tough guy, or maybe get abused a little.

Zzzt~

The Emperor mobilized his sacred psychic power, his body wreathed in golden arcs of electricity, ready to deal with any potential attack.

The Master of Mankind became increasingly vigilant.

Because this time, the anomaly had no warning signs, nor too many traces of Chaos. He worried that it was some kind of special Chaos attack.

When facing the Chaos Gods, one cannot be negligent in the slightest, otherwise, one might fall into an endless abyss.

Ten thousand years ago, the Emperor had foreseen the occurrence of the disaster and prepared relevant measures in advance.

But all the efforts were still ruined.

A hint of anger was hidden in the Emperor's eyes.

Now that humanity has finally occupied the Commorragh Webway and gained a slight advantage, it must never repeat the same mistakes.

In short, the Commorragh Webway belongs to humanity, and any enemy of mankind who dares to reach out will be met with an unreserved attack!

While Ron and the Emperor were on guard, a cheap electronic voice suddenly appeared.

“Savior, quite a surprise, isn't it?

This is a surprise for you, hahaha!”

Archmagos Blackshard Cawl's recording said excitedly: “Blessed be the Omnissiah, the silicone creation technology you've been urging has broken through, reaching an extremely realistic level.

According to the plan you proposed before, I specially invited the Slaaneshi Cult to participate in the design, perfectly creating all the scenes and images, including the special taboo figures you insisted on.

If you are satisfied, perhaps you can approve more budget for my fuel-drinking research.

Enjoy yourself! ”

After Archmagos Blackshard Cawl's recording ended.

Those blasphemous pink lights became more and more ambiguous, the music of Slaanesh created the atmosphere, and mist-like steam filled the area.

Many graceful figures appeared in the mist, as if this was the magic palace of Slaanesh.

Hiss~

Ron gasped.

He remembered this matter. These toys seemed to have really been made by Cawl at his request.

Back then, the Savior's territory obtained some kind of blasphemous silicone creation technology, which was developed into a special stealth and disguise technology, provided to agents, spies, or missionary saints.

Later, that technology was further developed, almost to the point of being able to simulate real people.

Even the comfort level was more explosive than flesh.

Ron had a whim at the time and provided a plan to Cawl.

Let those oil-heads make something fun and exciting.

Of course, that was considered forbidden technology, prohibited from being promoted in the Savior's territory and the Empire's territory.

He just wanted to personally feel the development of the territory's technology.

Later, due to wars and heavy affairs, Ron gradually forgot about this matter. He didn't expect those oil-heads to really realize his ideas and plans!

Those mists with a faint fragrance dissipated little by little.

The first thing you see is a group of oriental geishas from the ancient Terra 2K era, quaint, charming, and alluring.

They play the zither, dance, smile, and give flirtatious glances.

These silicone humanoid creations are no different from real people in terms of appearance, touch, or temperature, and they use weak artificial intelligence technology.

Although they don't have autonomous consciousness, under the simulation of the program, it is enough to confuse the real with the fake.

These silicone creations are so vivid that, without careful distinction, they are almost equivalent to living beings.

The mist gradually dissipated, and next came a batch of classic anime waifus.

Female voices with different tones sounded.

Such exotic customs made the Emperor look at him with a face full of question marks.

He had never seen these things before, perhaps this was the unique culture of the Savior's territory.

A vampire-like loli stared at this side, revealing her little tiger teeth and a sneer: “Let me enjoy it unilaterally… ”

A cute magical girl made a special gesture: “I will punish you in the name of the moon! ”

“Brother's request… If it's an illustration commission, I can do it.”

“You guys are really terrible, completely terrible!”

“Please dance with me, witness this fleeting eternity…” Ayaka Kamisato, the young lady of the Kamisato Clan from Inazuma, bowed slightly, making an inviting gesture.

In addition, there are more scenes that are not suitable for children.

Suddenly, a tsundere, home-loving white-haired girl screamed and covered her chest with her hands.

She looked at the Savior, her face flushed, tears faintly overflowing from her eyes: “You are the idiot, pervert, pervert (へんたい hetai)! ”

“Damn it, I'm going to die of embarrassment… ”

Not far away, Ron, who hadn't done anything, froze in place.

He just wanted to recall the past of his hometown in his previous life, who would have thought that he would expose his hobbies like this.

How embarrassing is this?!

Fortunately, in the world of grimdark Warhammer, it's not a big hobby.

Everyone has had more embarrassing things, even the Emperor himself has wild histories of selling his 'goods'.

There are even rumors that the Emperor went to Commorragh to sell his 'goods' to the Dark Eldar in order to obtain the relevant technology of the Golden Throne.

Not only are there records, but also stories and pictures, vividly depicting the scene.

Well, no big deal.

However, when Ron looked towards the Emperor, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead:

“Holy crap?! ”

In the area where the Emperor was, there were local specialty silicone humanoid creations, with many angel girls, battle sisters, female priests, and female tech-priests.

Including several alien beauties.

“Emperor on high, feel our burning souls… ”

“Squeak squeak squeak squeak! ”

Now, battle sisters, female priests, and Eldar and Tyranid alien beauties surrounded the Emperor, clinging to and stroking his armor, posing coquettishly.

The scene was so blasphemous.

It was to the point where if the priests and inquisitors of the Ecclesiarchy saw it, they would faint and wish they could throw all the whirlwind torpedoes out.

Too blasphemous!

Ron took a deep breath and didn't dare to continue watching.

People were a little numb.

Especially when facing the Emperor's stern gaze, his old man was already accumulating power.

“Emmm… … ”

Ron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: “If I say this is some kind of special endurance test, hoping to challenge my weakness with this, would you believe it? ”

“What do you think? ”

The Emperor almost laughed out of anger.

Everyone knew that he hated heretics and aliens the most, but he didn't expect that the Savior was so dissolute and indulged in pleasure in private. This was not the behavior that an Emperor of the Empire should have.

When the Master of Mankind criticized the Savior, he did not think of his own romantic affairs back then.

Tss~

Pink mist sprayed out, attracting the attention of the two.

“The more the better, the more pain the better!

Until every second of the real universe becomes an eternal climax… ”

The curtain of that carefully crafted area was opened, and a blasphemous silicone humanoid creation in the image of the Lord of Slaanesh appeared in front of the two, almost able to make any male creature's heart flutter.

This was simply blasphemy within blasphemy, and it was very dangerous.

“Damn black-hearted oil-head, so insidious and affecting my reputation.”

Ron gritted his teeth.

That guy Cawl still had something, being able to create such a similar image according to his own plan without any traces of corruption.

It's just that he's too careless in his work.

After the plan changed, he didn't transfer this area away.

“You kid! ”

When the Emperor saw this scene, his fists hardened, and the psychic power surged in suppression.

“Alright… …

I admit that this is a personal hobby, and there is a little bit of risk.”

Ron looked like he had given up, and even felt a little heartache: “We may need to destroy these blasphemous things. Of course, if you old man likes it, maybe you can keep it.

After all, you old man back then… … ”

If it comes to playing around, he is far inferior to the Emperor of that year.

Before he could finish his words, a strong sacred psychic power attacked.

… …

The mechanical device made a constant roar, and the gears turned in a rhythmic rhythm.

On the platform outside the Black Throne Palace.

The breeze gently blew, and the dark red curtain in the sky rotated and surged in the form of a vortex, and a golden sun could be faintly seen in it.

That was the Emperor's sacred energy blocking the endless Chaos.

The White Scar Primarch Jaghatai Khan stood on the edge of the platform, looking up at the sky, with a slight hint of melancholy.

He was still recovering from the mental trauma inflicted by the Emperor's furious scolding not long ago. Perhaps this wound would require more time to heal.

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Suddenly, he sensed something.

Boom—

The throne palace erupted with psychic energy.

Immediately afterward, a figure crackling with golden psychic arcs flew out of the palace and crashed onto the platform.

"Ron, brother, what happened to you?"

Khan looked at the Savior on the ground, almost bursting into laughter, a bit gleeful.

When he had been scolded by the Emperor and shed tears, this guy had secretly laughed on the side, even recording a virtual image to collect.

"It's nothing."

Ron stood up nonchalantly, dusting off his clothes. "I just felt a bit stuffy inside, so I came out for some fresh air."

He ignored Khan's mocking gaze and silently looked up at the sky.

Afterward, Ron notified Archmagos Cawl, informing him that the special research budget for this cycle had been cut in half.

Amidst Cawl's tearful wails, he ordered him to create a completely new set of silicone technology creations to be sent to his sanctuary.

If he was in a good mood, he might continue to approve the budget.

In short, such novel heretical technology had to be carefully inspected and thoroughly criticized by him, the Savior.

"The Emperor... how is he really? Is there still a chance to salvage this?"

The White Scars Primarch Khan suddenly sighed and asked.

He also knew about the prophecy of the Dark King and could sense that the Emperor's situation was somewhat dire.

Ron's expression also became serious: "For now, there won't be any problems, but it's hard to say about the future. There should still be a chance to salvage things."

The Emperor's situation was truly terrible, even his personality was in a state of chaos, vaguely showing signs of a split personality.

Simply put, the personalities and approaches of the Emperor from various periods of his life were mixed together.

The uninhibited, playful enjoyment of his youth, the ruthless, efficient, and pragmatic tyrant of the Great Crusade.

And then there was the failure of the Golden Throne era, the kindness, loneliness, and regret, as well as the divine ruthlessness and indifference.

Ron had already discovered that the Emperor's divinity and humanity were constantly merging and tearing apart.

When interacting with that being, one could feel that the other party's personality was constantly changing, as if communicating with the Emperor from different eras.

That was why the Emperor, after installing the vox caster, would summon the White Scars Primarch and the Custodes to berate them, showing no respect whatsoever.

When he was in charge of the Empire ten thousand years ago, he was just as ruthless, even forcing Primarchs to kneel in humiliation in public.

Similarly, the Emperor would also chat with the Mechanicus Goddess Little Ling like an old man, amused by the little bean's coquettishness.

He would also put on a disguise and, like a argumentative youth, fiercely criticize the Ultramarines Primarch Guilliman's works and views on the psychic network.

Shamelessly engaging in face-to-face ridicule.

This was a good thing, representing that the Emperor's humanity was still present, even if it was somewhat chaotic.

At least he was still a living human being with human emotions.

However, at times, the Emperor's ruthless divinity would still be exposed, causing fear.

Although Ron joked around with the Emperor, the pressure in his heart was not small.

The aura that the old man occasionally revealed was darker and more terrifying than the aura emitted by the Chaos Gods, so cold and ruthless.

That was the divinity hidden deep within the Emperor's personality—the Dark King, representing utter destruction without reason or goal.

As if in the next moment, he would destroy himself and everything of humanity!

The Emperor was indeed right.

Currently, the greatest crisis for humanity came from the Master of Mankind himself, and it must be resolved.

Ron's heart was heavy, filled with too much urgency, even greater than the pressure during the Chaos God invasions.

That was the Emperor!

Fortunately, this was not without a solution.

If the religious reforms and the construction of the Holy Towers proceeded smoothly, and the Golden Throne was repaired and改造, the Emperor might still have a chance to get back on track.

Instead of completely losing his humanity and becoming the so-called Warp God, sitting at the same table as the Chaos Gods.

But no one could say for sure about the future.

The Warp was constantly changing, and disasters that could not be resisted could erupt at any time, not to mention that he did not know what might happen in the next stage.

He only hoped that the GW financial report back home was good and that they wouldn't pull any crazy stunts.

Ron pondered the events that might be happening or were happening recently, such as the Lion's return, Angron's renewed attacks, and the changes on the Vigilant Worlds.

Even more troublesome might be the Silent King's return.

For him, the enemies in the material universe were more difficult to deal with than the enemies in the Warp.

After all, the enemies in the Warp had targeted forces like the Emperor's Sacred Sun to deal with, while the enemies in the material universe required hard power with live ammunition to deal with.

Especially the Silent King, who had initiated the War in Heaven, faced the Old Ones, and killed Star Gods.

Although that being's attitude toward humanity was ambiguous due to the pressure from the Great Devourer.

But his ultimate goal was to deal with the crisis, restore the Necron Empire, and rule the galaxy again.

According to the news from the war zone, the Silent King had officially canceled the Laws of Honorable Combat.

He announced that the human race was no longer considered an honorable opponent due to its despicable behavior and would no longer be treated with mercy.

Human vermin were even less worthy of any pity or respect.

All indecent, immoral, and dishonorable weapons and technologies were allowed to be used in this extermination war to eliminate the vermin.

The Silent King chose to eliminate the human threat first to demonstrate his martial prowess and authority.

Causing several major defeats for the Imperium.

The Savior's territory had already listed the Silent King as a war target and was making preparations.

Unfortunately, due to the deterioration of the Emperor's condition, the Savior's territory could no longer continue to invest massive resources in opening up new fronts.

They could only let Primarch Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade fleets and local forces hold on for now.

Currently, the most important task for the Savior's territory was to repair,改造, and operate the Commorragh Webway city.

Using the interconnected Webway routes to connect every area of the galaxy and the Imperial territories, establishing a commercial center and transportation hub for humanity in the galaxy.

More importantly, Ron could use the commercial center and transportation hub to seize massive resources in a short period.

Then, he could launch large-scale mechanical engineering projects throughout the Empire, successively building more Holy Towers in various regions, and venting the vast, unimaginable faith energy of the Sacred Sun.

Avoiding the Emperor's humanity from collapsing and becoming the Dark King.

It could also provide the local area with the protection of sacred energy, reducing the erosion of the Warp, which could be described as killing two birds with one stone.

At the same time, the new Webway hub could also better allocate resources and assist the wars in various parts of the Imperial territories.

Using the Titan Legions and the tide of artillery as the operational model, reclaiming more territory and planets.

In short, the Imperium would no longer lack weapons, equipment, and supplies in the future, and the armed forces everywhere could give full play to their abilities.

Humanity could also usher in a new era of development.

It could be said that Webway construction was the core of the Human Empire's next stage, continuing the Emperor's long-cherished wish from ten thousand years ago.

It was just that the scale was much larger than the Emperor had imagined, thousands upon thousands of times larger than the rotten Webway of Holy Terra, enough to make the old man smile from ear to ear.

Ron and the White Scars Primarch Khan walked down the steps, preparing to discuss the next steps for the Commorragh Webway city.

The Savior's figure was somewhat hunched, and his shoulders were even more unusual.

"Your injuries haven't recovered yet?"

Khan was a bit strange. The Savior's aura was within the normal range, not enough to cause such a posture.

It looked as if he was being suppressed by something.

He became vigilant. Could he have been affected by some Chaos sorcery?!

Now, the Savior was the most important figure in the Imperium besides the Emperor, and he could be attacked and assassinated by heretics and xenos at any time.

"I'm fine. It's just that my shoulders are a bit heavy."

Ron shook his head and sighed.

"Now, the lives of the five major star regions, millions of civilizations, and trillions of living beings of the Human Empire are all resting on the shoulders of this Savior. The pressure is immense..."