Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Harris vented his anger, and there were several more corpses of attendants on the ground.

When his emotions are out of control, the mechanical throne integrated with his body is always difficult to control.

The mechanical arm embedded in the throne strangled the beautiful and delicate attendants around him to death.

But no one cares, or even takes it for granted.

These attendants are nothing more than daily consumables.

Matila has a population of hundreds of billions, and there are as many servers as that.

Finally, before the last attendant was strangled to death, Harris controlled his emotions and apologized:

"Sorry, my beauty...

Anger always makes me lose my mind, this feeling is so annoying."

He controlled the mechanical arm to release the poor girl and signaled her to step back.

"Okay, my lord~"

The girl suppressed her fear, bowed tremblingly, and then retreated into the service palace behind the mechanical throne.

But that doesn't mean she's safe.

Facing this moody majesty, death may come to her at any time.

Killing and fear are Harris's usual methods of rule.

He firmly believed that rule could only continue if people feared him.

Harris regained his senses and asked the officials and nobles of the royal court with a smile how to deal with the damn traitor.

When the ministers saw this, their frightened hearts calmed down.

They racked their brains to provide strategies and suggestions in response to His Majesty's inquiries.

Anyone who dares to perfunctory His Majesty, or makes His Majesty think that you are perfunctory, will put themselves in danger.

That's a sign of disloyalty.

Disloyalty can lead to death.

"Your Majesty, I propose to send out all the fleets immediately to completely destroy the planet Erth!"

Under the mechanical throne, the fat noble shouted loudly.

Looks very loyal.

When all the court officials heard this, there was a hint of disgust in their eyes.

The big fat man who spoke was from the Avila family and was good at flattery.

And with his shameless flattery, he was quite popular with His Majesty.

The fat nobleman gushed:

"Only by allowing the traitors to pay with their blood can His Majesty's majesty and inviolability be reflected... Inviolable?"

While he was speaking, he suddenly saw His Majesty's snake-like eyes.

The fat noble was suddenly sweating profusely and his speech was slurred.

Doesn't His Majesty like this suggestion?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His legs weakened and he knelt on the ground, never daring to look up again.

Harris looked away and listened to the suggestions of others:

Send a reconnaissance ship to the planet Erth to learn about the enemy's reality.

Strengthen the planetary defense array and conduct high-intensity monitoring of the capital galaxy to prevent enemy surprise attacks.

At the same time, let various armed forces begin preparations for war.

When these issues were almost discussed, Harris waved for everyone to leave.

When everyone dispersed, he was the only one left in the huge royal court, sitting alone on the mechanical throne.

"Damn traitors, how on earth did they do it!"

Harris gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

It was a taxing fleet with three cruisers and more than twenty frigates.

A fleet of this size can be regarded as Matila's most powerful force.

And just such a fleet was destroyed quietly!

This means that Erth has the powerful power to destroy the fleet, and he can only destroy it by sending out the battle fleet.

Harris was angry, but helpless.

Of course he wants to send out all the battle fleets to destroy the planet Erth.

But he didn't dare.

Without the use of subspace channels, it would take at least four to five years, or more, to conquer the planet Erth.

If the battle fleet is sent out, how can the safety of the planet and itself be ensured?

Nor could he sail with the battle fleet.

Once he leaves the planet, when he returns from the war, it's hard to say whether the planet still belongs to him.

Those nobles with ulterior motives, damn cults, and ignorant and cunning rebels are always trying to take away everything from him.

They should all be killed!

Haris didn't even dare to step out of the throne.

Because he suffered too many assassinations.

The most serious assassination damaged his body so much that he had to rely on machinery to keep him alive.

This left a huge shadow on Harris, making him even more fearful and suspicious.

When did this all start?

He thought quietly.

He, Harris Marius, the talented heir to the Marius family, was once a well-liked and good governor of the Star Region.

He is kind and sane, ambitious and wants to make the sector prosperous.

Of course, as a sector governor, managing a sector with more than a dozen planets is not easy, even after physical strengthening.

Even far beyond his imagination.

After all, the original body, which is millions of times more powerful than mortals, will also feel tired when faced with complicated management work.

But no matter how arduous the work is, Harris still enjoys it.

He firmly believed that as a genius, he could fulfill the mission entrusted by the emperor, and he did not believe in the illusory prophecy.

The tyrant of the Marius family died tragically on the throne?

He was not a tyrant. Even if he died, he would die from exhaustion on the throne.

That ridiculous prophecy will end in his hands.

Under the careful governance of Harris, the Goli Sector has indeed experienced further development, and people's lives have improved.

People no longer mentioned the prophecy, but praised him as a benevolent monarch.

But I don’t know since when, Terra’s Ministry of Interior gradually increased the tithe tax in the sector.

Harris sent a letter to ask if there was a mistake and whether the tax was reasonable?

Imperial internal affairs officials responded that taxes were set based on the development of the sector.

As the sector develops, it should assume more sacred obligations for the empire.

He could not refute this and had no right to refute it.

The heavy imperial tax burden made Harris unable to lift his head.

He thought of many ways, but still couldn't fill the vacancy.

For this reason, Harris can only repeal the labor laws he set and put more pressure on the people.

These pressures are transmitted to all planets in the sector.

Long hours of high-intensity labor, incomes continue to fall, and taxes are becoming more and more terrible.

What's even more troublesome is that a large number of working people have been recruited into the Astra Militarum.

Gradually, famine occurred in some places, and many people starved to death.

The people's protest was deserved, but he had no way of explaining it. The only thing he could do was to mobilize the PDF and the Astra Militarum to suppress the riot.

However, the riots continued to increase.

Harris had no choice but to submit an application to the Ministry of the Interior, pleading to pay less tax, even if the tax cycle was extended.

The response from the Terran Interior Ministry was mild.

Let him tell Chaos, tell the greenskins, bugs, and other rebels, and let them kill less of the empire's fleets and warriors!

Along with the letter came supervision from the Imperial Ministry of Justice.

If there is no other way, just keep going.

When the protests in the hive became more and more numerous, Harrys, who was numb, just felt that they were noisy.

The education system he had originally planned was also abolished, one school after another was demolished, and more churches were built to praise the emperor.

Now only blind faith can slightly stabilize the people.

Ignorance is a virtue.

He himself believed that in such a situation, only God, the great Emperor, could save everything.

However, the situation inevitably got worse.

The people began to angrily denounce him as a tyrant and curse him in the most vicious terms.

The terrible prophecy spread again:

The tyrant of the Goli Sector will die miserably on the throne!

Harris is under tremendous pressure.

He couldn't sleep all night long, and even medicine couldn't make him fall asleep.

Even when he fell asleep, he was still plagued by nightmares.

He dreamed that the traitors were having a carnival, and that he was lying on the throne, dripping with blood.

Harris became increasingly fearful and paranoid.

Begin to fear loss and death.

He couldn't figure out why everything turned out like this.

Why don't people understand his difficulties?

Resistance riots and cult activities increased, and even the nobles openly came out against him.

Haris was powerless, he could only pray to the Emperor with helplessness and hope.

Expect a response from Him.

Ask Him to tell you what to do next.

"Great Emperor, I am lost.

Please give me guidance and guide me on the right path..."

But he prayed day after day, but got no answer.

Harris began to despair.

Under constant pressure, he read the wrong eulogy in his prayers.

Suddenly, the cold universe became warm and friendly, and he received wave after wave of responses!

Harris, who was in confusion, saw the existence of greatness.

That huge figure, sitting high on the brass throne...