Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

This fleet consists of one giant cruiser, two ordinary cruisers, and more than twenty frigates.

Followed by more than a dozen large transport ships.

Those battleships are enough to plunder any planet in the sector!

Now, the fleet from afar is hovering unscrupulously over the hive city, which can be described as extremely arrogant.

The citizens of Erth looked up at these behemoths, as if there was a huge boulder weighing on their hearts, and they felt panic about it.

At this moment, the people of Erth recalled the fear of being dominated by the empire's tax collection fleet, as well as the suffering and despair that followed.

On the bridge of the giant cruiser, the fleet commander looked at the planet below with a ferocious smile:

"The information is correct. This is really a wealthy planet..."

The tall royal guard behind him had a stern face:

"The planet that can afford the first-class superior tax is almost as good as Matila."

"Our great Majesty should really raise taxes on this planet, don't you think?"

The royal guards did not respond to the fleet commander. They would not talk much about topics involving His Majesty.

The fleet commander was asking for trouble, but he did not dare to offend the royal guards.

These damn genetically engineered warriors represent the Sector Governor, now the great Emperor of the Gori Sector.

It is said that the combat prowess of these people is comparable to those of powerful interstellar warriors.

In this star area, they are invincible!

"Sir, you can log in now"

The fleet commander changed the subject and gave a little reminder:

"Don't kill too many people this time.

If we kill too many local ruling bloodlines and cause long-term chaos, it will affect tax revenue."

Last time on Planet Chuck, these damn genetically engineered warriors almost slaughtered the local royal family.

This forced them to leave some people behind to handle subsequent stability maintenance work.

After all, their purpose is to collect taxes so that the planets in the sector can fulfill this sacred obligation for a long time.

Although the methods are a bit rough, I still hope that things will continue smoothly.

It's enough to kill a group of people and scare those damn natives.

The Wang Ting guard did not respond to the fleet commander's words and silently led the team to the landing ship.

He couldn't guarantee it.

The royal guards contain bloodthirsty genes.

If those ignorant natives dare to disrespect His Majesty, they cannot control themselves.

The fleet commander watched the landing ship on which Wang Ting's guards were riding go to the ground.

These people's attitude towards Erth Star is extremely contemptuous.

This is a planet that doesn't even have battleships, so it has no qualifications to resist.

All they can do is to kneel at the feet of His Majesty the Great Emperor and hand over all their wealth!

…

Sacred Square.

The landing ship ignored all requests for parking in the Wangting District and flew toward the square at high speed.

Ron looked at the flying landing ship with a gloomy expression.

This is extremely humiliating.

In other words, they don't care about any reaction from Wangting District.

The landing ship suddenly landed in the square, and the ship's huge airflow knocked down the surrounding citizens.

Many people were injured.

Ron was a little angry, and felt more and more strange in his heart.

This doesn't sound like a naval fleet.

Because after all, he is also the governor of the empire.

Necessary respect and face must still be given.

Afterwards, Ron saw the green snake clan emblem on the landing ship.

His heart suddenly sank:

Such a mark should not appear on the empire's naval fleet. Only private soldiers would bear the family mark.

This means that the Moff may have taken advantage of the isolation of the Warp Storm to betray the Empire and seize the fleet.

Or maybe the fleet's top brass is in cahoots with the Moff.

In a lawless place like the Dark Side of the Empire, anything can happen.

Whether it is to be bewitched or to survive.

Those ambitious people will never miss this opportunity.

I can't be kind anymore...

These people traveled thousands of miles to come to the planet Erth, most likely to plunder resources, or to put it mildly, to collect taxes.

The 100-meter-long landing ship stopped and the hatch opened.

A group of heavily armored soldiers came out of it.

They were escorting several ceremonial officers wearing dark green robes, wearing high veiled hats, and holding scepters.

The last ones to come out were several tall and strong royal guards wearing dark green power armor, exuding an astonishing aura.

This group of people ignored everyone and walked straight to Ron.

The royal guard declared to everyone expressionlessly:

"We are here to inspect this place by order of the wise Majesty Marius IX, the Governor of the Sector, and at the same time urge you to fulfill the sacred obligations of the Empire."

"This is His Majesty's order..."

He took the parchment held by the ceremonial officer and ordered at the same time:

"You should kneel down and accept orders. This is the loyalty and respect you deserve for His Majesty!"

However, Ron just looked at these people coldly, and the others remained motionless, with no intention of kneeling at all.

"Kneel down!"

The old etiquette officer raised his voice and said in a sharp voice:

"Do you dare to disobey His Majesty the Emperor's will?"

The ceremonial officer was angry at the stupidity of these natives. Didn't they see the warships in the sky?

These warships are enough to bury this planet.

He also didn't want to see His Majesty's guards kill anyone again.

Such a scene would be too bloody and unethical.

Ron finally spoke:

"It's not a question of dare or not, I just want to ask, are you doing this legally?"

"What do you mean?"

The ceremonial officer raised his voice.

"The Goli Star Region is an area ruled by the empire. There should be no so-called emperor, right?

If there is an emperor, it is the only and great God-Emperor.

I have reason to suspect that you are disloyal..."

The etiquette officer sneered:

"You dare to slander His Majesty, you deserve to be punished!"

Upon hearing this, the captain of the Wangting Guard Team suddenly showed a ferocious smile:

"Another ignorant native who doesn't know how to live or die!"

He walked quickly towards Ron, preparing to crush the native ruler's knees and bones.

At that time, the stupid ruler will lie on the ground and cry and cry, begging for His Majesty's forgiveness.

He had done this several times, and it gave him great pleasure.

The Wang Ting guards were very fast and knocked away any guards who dared to block them.

His huge power glove carried great force and grabbed Ron's shoulder:

"Idiot, kneel down!"

But the moment he was about to catch Ron, there was a sound of wind.

The guards at the Royal Court were alert for a moment, but it was still too late.

when!

His hand was grabbed violently.

The warrior who suddenly rushed out was about 2.6 meters tall, a head taller than the Wang Ting guard.

He was wearing thick, dark gold power armor with complicated patterns.

That was Carter, Ron's imperial guard and the most powerful warrior on the planet Erth.

It should be called Thunder Guard now!

Ron's biogenetic engineering research successfully deciphered the manufacturing technology of Thunder Warriors.

Unfortunately, there is currently no way to remove this technical flaw.

The genetically engineered warriors created have extremely short lifespans and are born with heart disease.

To this end, he had to grant blessings to repair the flaws of these warriors and return them to their normal state.

All the hope that Ron had accumulated over the years was thrown at the guards.

Excluding those who died due to failure in blessing, he only had forty Thunder Guards left under his command.

Therefore, these fighters are extremely expensive.

But equally powerful.

Ordinary Space Marines are no match for them.

It is more than enough to deal with these royal guards.

"Who are you?"

The Wang Ting guards looked at the soldiers in front of them and felt a deep sense of crisis.

The other party's beast-like aura was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.

Carter was as cold as ever.

He firmly grabbed the hand of the royal guard and pushed it to the ground:

"Kneel down!"

Click——

The royal guard was forced to kneel in front of Ron, and the stone slabs on the ground were smashed with great force.

"Die!"

The anger of the royal guards was completely ignited.

He took out his war blade and stabbed Carter's neck hard.

But in the next second, Carter grabbed the war blade of the royal guard and threw it to the ground, aiming at him with a heavy punch in the face.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the continuous heavy blows, the faceplate and skull of the Wang Ting guard were dented.

Blood spurted out, staining Carter's dark gold power armor red.

All this happens in a matter of seconds.

Everyone on the field was stunned.

The etiquette officer reacted. He was extremely frightened, pointed at Carter and others and screamed:

"Kill him quickly!"

The bolt gun roared, but it shot into the sky.

Phew!

The gun-wielding royal guard fell down clutching his neck.

Soon, several dull sounds of falling to the ground were heard, and the battle of the remaining Thunder Guards was over.

All royal guards, including heavily armored soldiers, were eliminated.

In order to deal with these people, Ron dispatched twenty Thunder Guards.

"You want to kill me?"

Ron looked at the etiquette officer and smiled gently.

"Spare...spare my life!"

The etiquette officer knelt on the ground with a thud.

…

Over the hive.

The fleet has received the last message from the royal guards.

At the bow of the giant cruiser, the fleet commander was shocked and angry.

Those natives dared to kill His Majesty's attendants, which was tantamount to declaring war on Your Majesty.

This is suicidal!

The commander of the fleet looked ferocious. He had to carry out a bloody killing to appease His Majesty's anger.

He issued the attack order:

"Destroy the upper nest and kill everyone on it!"

After the fleet commander's order was issued, all warships aimed their weapons at the hive below.

That deep and dark muzzle is terrifying!