Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

With the dazzling light, Ron's consciousness came to the hive network.

Due to the energy of the small sun, the entire honeycomb network emits a golden shimmer.

Large and small light spots gather in the virtual space.

Each point of light represents a life, and the soul nodes of tens of millions of chicken thieves and tens of millions of Eredar people are intertwined like a bright galaxy.

Ron is the master here, and he can control all connected lives through the network.

He sinks his mind to find the marked soul node that represents the missionary saint, and then transmits his consciousness through the soul node.

Explain simply.

It was he who used his authority as a god to possess believers.

This is also one of the common tricks played by the gods of subspace.

The old God Emperor likes to use this trick.

The light dissipated, and Ron passed through the channel on the soul node and came to the body of the missionary saint.

Of course, he is only consciously attached and observes the surroundings through the carrier's sight.

Those missionary saints were not physically strong enough to bear much of his power.

If too much power is poured directly into it, the huge psychic power will completely burn the carrier to ashes.

When the consciousness is attached, it will not affect the thinking of the carrier itself at all, and there will not even be any abnormalities.

It was like having an external camera on his body, allowing Ron to know everything they heard and saw.

When Ron got used to it, a child's voice came to his ears.

"Mr. Fran?"

Little Brown called to Fran, who was suddenly absent-minded, and seemed a little worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry, just leave quickly, the suppression force will be here soon..."

Fran came to her senses and urged.

As soon as he finished speaking, a shot of bullets came over, and the numb workers around them fell one after another.

But the two were lucky and were not hit by bullets.

They were not very lucky. As soon as they arrived at the main nest, they encountered a cleaning operation by the suppressive forces.

Ron, who is possessed by Fran, feels like he is a 360° human camera, able to hear and see everything around him clearly.

It's like watching a live broadcast with any angle of view adjusted.

For example, the suppressive troops constantly pouring in front of the street and the rumbling armored tanks behind them.

Above the head is a huge community building composed of nearly ten thousand layers of fine gold and quick concrete.

These community buildings are stacked on top of each other in an extremely chaotic way, spreading densely into the deep steel sky.

They are laying a nest.

This hive is taller, larger, and more chaotic than the main hive on Erth.

While Ron was thinking, the situation changed.

The rebels launched a counterattack against the repressive forces, throwing Molotov cocktails at them.

Those high-adhesion chemical fuels contaminated the bodies of the suppressing force soldiers and ignited raging flames that were almost impossible to extinguish.

It seems organized.

Organized resistance is a good thing, so that these forces can be united to fight against the Moff.

It would be trouble if this place was run like an iron barrel by the regional governor.

The resistance continues.

"Quick, fire the cannonball!"

The officer behind the team roared.

Soon armored tanks broke out of the flaming blockade, rolled over the rebels, and fired artillery shells at them.

"Follow me!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fran took Little Brown and ran to a hiding place.

The shells exploded behind them, and many people were knocked down by the shock wave.

Suppressive forces advanced rapidly.

The rebels were not to be outdone.

They carried high-precision anti-tank weapons and blew up the armored tanks.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for them to possess such weapons.

It seems that there are nobles or related forces secretly supporting these rebels.

Fight against the Moff by acting as a war agent.

It's a pity that their strength is not enough.

Support from the suppression force arrived, and several assault ships flew down from the steel sky, dropping airdrop pods onto the crowd below.

These airdrop pods made of steel smashed many rebels into pulp, and even some unlucky soldiers of the suppression force were hit.

The rebels looked at the drop pods in amazement.

In front of one of the airdrop pods, two rebel fighters raised their guns and approached cautiously.

Bang——

The hatch of the airdrop pod flew out, sending the rebel fighters flying to the far wall on the opposite side.

Roar!

Immediately afterwards, a sudden violent roar frightened the remaining rebel.

He was grasped by the big blood-red hands stretched out from the airdrop cabin.

A warrior with red skin and blood-colored armor walked out of the cabin and forcibly raised it above his head and tore it into pieces.

The blood fell on the blood-red warrior's body, making him even more excited.

Ho ho ho!

The same blood-red warriors came out of the airdrop pods one after another.

The melee weapons they all used brutally slaughtered everything in front of them.

Screams were heard everywhere.

Those blood-red warriors were so ruthless that they did not even distinguish between friend and foe. Many soldiers from the riot control force were brutally murdered.

The momentum exuded by the blood-red warriors completely shattered the fighting spirit of the resisters.

The rebels began to flee.

But the blood-red warrior didn't let anyone go, and only saw killing.

They chased the scattered crowd.

"Damn, that's a heretic warrior!"

Fran took Little Brown and was carried away by the crowd and ran away madly.

The blood-red warrior was chasing behind him, with scarlet blood rushing straight into his nose, and pieces of flesh and blood even splashing onto his back.

"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice!"

As the blood energy dispersed, the blood-red warriors became more and more violent, their eyes revealing a scarlet light.

It was an unspeakable oppression.

Any warrior can't help but feel timid when facing them.

Some ordinary soldiers were even frightened and fell to the ground.

On the assault ship in mid-air, the black-robed mechanic looked at the killing below, feeling slightly nervous.

These bloodthirsty warriors cost countless lives to create.

If he wasn't strong enough, the tyrant would skin him and cut him to pieces.

After watching for a while, the black-robed mechanic showed a satisfied smile: "The bloodthirsty warrior has reached the expected standards..."

In this way, he can obtain more resources and conduct larger-scale human experiments.

"Fuck!"

On the ground, Ron, possessed by Fran, looked at the horrific killing.

This familiar fighting style and violent emotional energy...

There is nothing wrong with being His.

Everyone in Ron is numb:

“Fighters of Khorne?

This is much stronger than the group of Khorne believers that were wiped out on Urth before. It seems to be as strong as a Space Marine! "

Did that Moff play too much?

Is this thing touchable?

He only dared to play with alien chicken thieves and so on, but this guy actually directly created Khorne warriors.

And they were released to kill indiscriminately.

How heretical!

Ron originally thought that he would just collect a wave of Space Marines, and then just jump over with the Dream and push them sideways.

Unexpectedly, there were twists and turns in the middle.

He is worried about his offensive plan. It seems that the current level of preparation is not enough!

Even Khorne warriors have appeared. There is a high probability that there is a bigger guy hiding on this planet.

There won't be any Daemon of Khorne coming in by then, right?

It is necessary to adjust the plan, prepare for the worst and make targeted preparations.

Ron's thoughts flashed through his mind.

I'll think about this later when I get back. What's more important now is to save the life of that poor saint named Fran.

The Khorne warrior's cleaver was about to hit him on the head, and his life was hanging by a thread.

It took a lot of effort to infiltrate a few people, but we still have to rely on these people to get more information!