Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Is that huge dark red figure sitting high on the throne the emperor?

None of this matters anymore.

No matter who he is, the confused and helpless Harris just wants an answer.

He wanted to know the way forward to get rid of all this.

The great being said nothing, but Harris got the answer he wanted.

Every question he had was answered by Him.

The answer is so simple.

"How should I deal with those unruly people who don't understand the overall situation?"

"kill!"

“How do I deal with those who don’t obey me?”

"kill!"

“How do you deal with those hard-to-solve problems?”

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

After some prayer, all the problems were perfectly solved.

Haris followed the guidance of the Great Being and greatly expanded the secret intelligence service and the suppression force.

Suppress the rebellious people with iron and blood methods.

Anyone who dared to protest, even a word, was caught and hauled to the execution stand.

Beheaded in public display.

He encouraged people to report disloyal people to each other, and those who knew but failed to report were considered equally guilty.

Those rebels who dared to riot suffered bloody massacres.

For a while, there were a lot of people.

People became afraid and no longer dared to protest.

Just work hard.

Because slackness and strikes are also a form of disloyalty to the empire.

The repressive troops would conduct statistics from time to time to select a group of lazy people, and together with their families, they would be taken to the execution platform and executed.

This works very well.

Anti-tax riots in various places were suppressed, and related production activities continued.

Famine conditions were also alleviated due to the decrease in population and the increase in corpse starch.

In this move, Harris promptly paid the taxes required by the empire.

He even received awards from relevant agencies in the empire because of the good implementation of the tithe and the quality exceeding expectations.

Harris discovered that solving problems is so easy, governance is so simple, and everything can be so easy.

No nobleman dared to openly oppose him anymore.

Because those who opposed him were executed by the royal guards he secretly created.

Almost all problems can be solved by killing.

Of course, the way people looked at him also changed.

They suppressed their hatred and anger, and all they showed was deep fear.

Harris didn't care about this. This was a price that should be paid.

Without any constraints, the star region has the momentum of development again.

The famine was contained and the invading aliens were driven back.

People are just a little bit tired, but they won't starve to death on the streets.

The price is just that some people will die.

However, this is only temporary.

The suppressed anger finally came back to Harris.

The nobles joined forces with the rebels and secretly assassinated him many times.

Poisoning, shooting, explosions, everything.

During a patrol, several people armed with high-intensity bombs attacked him.

He avoided all these.

But the traitors succeeded in the end.

Because the assassin was one of Harris's most trusted people.

his wife.

She didn't know when she was instigated.

In the bedroom, his wife stabbed the poisoned blade into his body.

Harris, who was sleeping soundly, woke up in severe pain.

He looked at his beloved wife and saw only hatred, madness and fear on her face.

Harris couldn't understand:

"Why?"

The wife roared angrily, stabbing into his body with one knife after another:

"Kill you tyrant!"

At this moment, she just wanted to kill this demon.

"Why!"

In anger, Harris strangled his wife to death.

He couldn't figure out why his beloved would betray him.

Why?

In a daze, Harris remembered something. He seemed to have killed many of his wife's relatives.

As for the reason, I can no longer remember it.

He forgot too many things.

None of that mattered because she was dead.

Harris struggled to get up and call for help, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even call for help because of the wound in his throat.

The bedroom is closed at night, and royal guards are at the door.

And the alarm device has been cut off.

This means that he cannot get any help.

Harris waited in agony for death under extreme fear.

He felt aggrieved and unwilling.

Why don't people understand their own difficulties?

“Don’t you damn unscrupulous people know the difficulty of understanding the Star Zone?

Shouldn't those nobles be killed for being corrupt and not enterprising?

Without collecting taxes or recruiting troops, are we going to allow aliens to trample the land of the sector?

If it weren't for me, the great Marius IX, many more people would have died on this planet! "

Harris is not an incompetent person. He has reviewed the destruction records of many planets.

He knew that if changes were not made, the Goli Sector would sooner or later become like the rest of the Empire's worlds.

Under the dual pressure of taxation and enemy invasion, it fell into a situation of destruction.

At that time, no one will be spared.

"The Goli Sector needs his monarch, I must not die!"

That was Harris' only belief.

He dragged his body and suffered for a long time.

It wasn't until noon the next day that the royal guards discovered something was wrong.

Harris was rushed to treatment and ultimately survived with his strong will to survive.

But severe trauma and poisonous erosion had completely destroyed his circulatory system.

He could only rely on mechanical life-support devices to survive, and at the same time he became extremely afraid of death.

From then on, Harris sat on the Mechanical Throne and never stepped out of the throne again.

Fat had grown all over his body, and he could hardly be seen as human, and could only sink deeply into the mechanical throne.

The five-meter-high throne is equipped with the most advanced life-support equipment, as well as sophisticated defense arrays and weapons. No one can assassinate him anymore.

But these are not enough, he must create more powerful warriors.

Only more killing and fear can ensure your own safety.

Hundreds of millions of people were taxed and then died in secret human experiments.

Although the success rate was horribly low, Harris still created more royal guards.

He plans a larger purge.

Although the Empire did not interfere with the governor's rule in principle, Harris's unusual behavior was secretly reported and attracted the attention of the Inquisition.

The inquisitor has arrived.

When the Inquisition's spaceship arrived over Matila, Harris, who was executing the traitor, was a little nervous.

But for some reason, the Inquisition's spaceship changed course and flew away as soon as it stopped.

If the voyage records of that spacecraft can be found, it will be known that the Inquisitor diverted to the planet Erth.

and died there.

The cause of death was the warp storm created when the Great Rift formed.

The arrival of large cracks has led to the isolation of shipping routes.

This, to Haris' horror, meant that the sector would no longer receive support from the Empire.

The Goli sector will face the terrifying chaos and aliens alone.

Under the influence of Chaos Energy, more cult activities and rebellions occurred in Matila.

Harris suddenly realized that the terrible prophecy was coming true!

To survive, he must keep power firmly in his hands.

In the name of the Sector Governor, Harris organized and invited officials from various empire agencies on the planet to discuss how to deal with this disaster from subspace.

During the dinner after the meeting, the brutal massacre began, and blood soaked the white carpet.

From then on, Harris took control of the supreme power and fleet of the sector.

The opposition was also thoroughly purged.

The Goli Sector will continue to survive and develop in his hands, and no one will be able to hinder his rule.

Until now, a threat to his rule appeared - Ron Grant, the governor of Urth.

"That damn second generation ancestor!"

In the empty royal court, Harris, who was trapped in the mechanical throne, roared angrily.

It was a weird electronic sound.

He had an image of Ron Grant in his mind.

At that time, the other party came to Matila with the old governor of Eth Star to attend the feast. He was a lustful, frivolous and useless person.

How could he develop such terrifying power in just ten years?

Besides, isn’t the planet Erth already in decline?

While the total tax amount of the star region remained unchanged, in order to share the tax pressure of Matila, he secretly transferred more taxes to the head of the Erth Star.

Harris couldn't understand the changes in Erth, but there was no doubt that war was coming!

He must master greater power to deal with the growing rebellion and the coming war.

"His Majesty……"

The black-robed mechanic came to the royal court and came under the throne to salute.

His tone was full of excitement:

“Are you finally ready to launch that plan?

I swear to the Blood God, you will get the most perfect bloodthirsty warrior! "