Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Goli Sector.

This marginal sector that governs nearly fifty planets receives almost no attention from the Empire.

Of course, matters related to the tithe are excluded.

Like most of the Empire's territories, the Goli Sector must be self-reliant, and it also faces the long-term dangers faced by all humans:

War, mutation, alien activities, Chaos Mark, and so on.

For the Marius family, who occupy the position of governor of the sector and rule here, they are more afraid of another thing.

That is a prophecy that has been circulating for thousands of years.

It is also a curse on the Marius family.

Because the content of the prophecy is the destruction of the Marius family!

People are saying that after the terrible storm, the tyrant who cruelly rules the Goli Sector will die tragically on the throne.

And his bloodline will be completely cut off and no longer exist.

For this reason, the Marius family killed many people and eliminated many forces.

Even secretly released a plague on a certain planet and executed an extermination order, just to eliminate hidden dangers.

However, no matter how hard the Marius family tried, even if all those who spread the news were executed.

This prophecy will always reappear at some point, like a thorn in the flesh.

This makes the Marius family more and more frightened.

Because five years ago, the terrible storm in the prophecy came.

The prophecy has begun!

In the royal court of Mattila, the capital of the Goli Sector, a crucial divination is being carried out.

"This is an ominous place, my master, it is the source of filth and corruption"

The hoarse voice of the chief fortune teller Mondi became more and more excited, like a madman.

"Maybe some people say this is a rumor, but the Tarot shows that this is true and the prophecy is coming true.

Before the star torch lights up again, the whole place will be torn apart by demons..."

Suddenly he pointed his scepter at the great star governor Marius Harris:

"You will die miserably on the throne, and no one in your family will survive!"

Opposite the chief fortune teller, the star governor Harris was like a fat meat mountain, deeply trapped in the throne covered with various sophisticated defense devices.

In order to avoid being assassinated, he almost never left the throne.

This throne is both a fortress and a cage.

He was so fat that he couldn't even stand up, and could only be carried forward by the royal guards.

The words of the chief fortune teller made Harris' pupils shrink suddenly, and a trace of fear appeared on his fat, cruel face.

He waved his hand, and the chief fortune teller Ers immediately shut up, kowtowed carefully and retreated.

Fear and anger accumulated in Harris:

"Why doesn't that damn fate let me go?"

After the subspace storm came, the Goli Sector was completely cut off from Holy Terra.

And according to the judgment of the subspace scholars, the cracks caused by the storm will hardly heal.

That means that the Goli Sector will no longer receive support from the Empire and will have to face the terrible chaos and aliens alone.

What's more terrifying is that the prophecy handed down from ancient times is coming true!

In order to survive, he had to remove unnecessary obstacles and completely take control of the power and fleet of the sector.

However, before Harris could relax, the news from the observatory made him even more frightened.

The terrible Tyranid Zerg fleet landed in this sector!

Just mentioning the name of this race, his heart was like being entangled by a poisonous snake, almost stopping beating.

Harris roared:

"Damn bugs, who will answer me, has the fleet arrived!"

The chief adviser of the royal court, Shelan, hurried forward to answer:

"Your Majesty, the fleet has assembled near the airport, and the main fleet has arrived..."

Hearing this, Harris breathed a sigh of relief.

Shelan continued:

"But some planets have not been contacted, and the fleets of several planets refused to accept orders in the name of protecting the planets. These are the recorded lists."

He took out the paper list and gently placed it on the floating disk.

Harris's mind moved slightly, and the mechanical floating disk linked to his mind flew in front of him.

Then the throne stretched out its mechanical arm and gently picked up the list, stopping two meters away from his body.

Any substance outside the throne is dangerous and cannot be too close.

Harris took out the magnifying glass with difficulty, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the planets on the list that dared to refuse the orders of the governor of the star region.

He showed a sinister and cruel smile. These are all hidden dangers in the future and need to be thoroughly cleaned!

Harris put down the magnifying glass and told Shelan:

"Go, let the fleet be ready to set off at any time!"

The fleet is gathering near the airport of Mattila.

The ten-kilometer-long Armageddon battleship is floating, surrounded by nearly twenty cruisers.

There are several holes on the outside of the battleship, and there are mottled bloodstains everywhere in the internal ship compartment.

It seems that it has experienced a brutal boarding battle not long ago.

This battleship originally belonged to the Goli Battlefleet of the Imperial Navy Fleet of the Military Affairs Department.

And now, it belongs to the governor of the star region, Marius Harris.

This fleet was assembled here by order of Harris, and they did not do this to protect the star region and fight against the hive fleet.

Because Harris deeply understands the danger of fighting against the hive fleet.

The mission of the fleet is to protect Harris and his allies before the danger comes, so that they can escape from this star region safely.

As for the people in the star region, everything about them is left to fate...

In the royal court, Harris was anxiously waiting for further news about the Hive Fleet.

In particular, are there any signs of them approaching the capital Matila?

If so, he would immediately implement the plan to withdraw from the Gori Sector.

It would be unwise to fight the Hive Fleet.

As the Governor of the Sector, he has the sacred obligation to preserve vitality for mankind.

Soon, the news that Harris had been waiting for arrived.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a warrior about 2.2 meters tall and wearing heavy powered armor walked in.

He is Solei, the captain of the royal guard.

Having undergone more than a dozen genetic modification surgeries, his strength is almost as strong as that of a Space Marine.

Solei and his hundreds of royal guards who have also undergone transformation surgeries are almost the top warriors in the sector.

This is a powerful warrior that Harris's Marius family spent thousands of years and invested almost as much resources as several planets in secret to build it.

At the same time, it is also the guarantee for him to seize power.

Solei came to the throne and knelt down on one knee:

"Your Majesty, according to monitoring, the Hive Fleet has left the Goli Sector!"

Harris frowned. He was always cautious about important news:

"Is the news conclusive?"

"Yes, multiple observation stations have reached the same result. There is no trace of the Hive Fleet in the Goli sector."

After receiving a positive reply, Harris breathed a sigh of relief: "The damn bug is finally gone! Don't slack off, let the fleet remain assembled for the time being..."

After giving the instructions, he waved his hand and told Solei to step back.

The withdrawal of the Hive Fleet is undoubtedly great news.

But the shadows they left left Harris uneasy.

This feeling of being controlled by others makes him unbearable!

He must build more ships and a more powerful fleet. Only by mastering absolute force can he ensure his own safety.

Harris summoned officials from the Ministry of Interior to inquire about tax collection.

He wants to collect tithes from the planets in the Goli sector on behalf of the empire.

However, he concluded:

The empire had just collected taxes, and those planets might not be able to pay new taxes in the short term.

Harris sneered:

"Paying taxes is the sacred obligation of all citizens of the empire, and no quibbles are tolerated."

Blocked by the big crack, the light of Holy Terra is no longer there.

Now in the Goli Sector, the representative of the Human Empire is the Sector Governor, His Majesty the Great Marius Harris.

Any planet that dares to refuse to pay the tithe tax will be severely punished!

Soon, on the orders of Haris, officials of the Timara Interior Ministry sprang into action.

They will use the data collected in the past to calculate the tithe tax that each planet needs to pay.

In front of an iron table deep in the Ministry of Interior, an old administrative official was flipping through documents.

He was confused:

"Essing, the first-class superior in the tax hierarchy?"

This kind of tax level is very special, and it is slightly lower than Timala, the capital of the Goli Star District.

The old administrative official was looking for information on the planet Euse.

There are very few records on it, other than mentioning that it is the most fringe typical mineral-producing planet in the Goli star region.

The old administrative official hesitated whether to report the situation.

But he thought about it and gave up.

After all, it is the adults of Holy Terra's Ministry of Internal Affairs who set the tax levels, how could there be anything wrong?

Even if he is wrong, it is none of his business, so why cause more trouble.

Click!

The bright red Sky Eagle seal was stamped on the tithe tax payable document of Urth Star.

The tax level is the first-class superior!

…

On the star of Erth, the hive city is under the hive.

"Ah sneeze!"

Ron, who was finishing up the raid plan, sneezed several times.

He scratched his head:

"That's weird, is anyone thinking about me?"