Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Ron's consciousness went to the interior of the little sun along the newly established channel between the green-skin psychic network and the little sun.

Then, he dived into the depths of the Little Sun and came to the place where the power of faith condensed.

It was an illusory square, with statues of gods condensed from the power of various emotions and beliefs.

When he came to the place of faith for the first time, Ron couldn't help but be a little surprised: "So I have so many images in the eyes of believers?"

There are so many statues of gods, dozens or hundreds of different sizes.

A small golden sun hung over the square, giving off a faint light and illuminating this illusory space.

That is Ron's core image, and it is also his self-identified image, which is regarded as his true self.

Many believers who receive blessings see the image of the little sun.

This force has an absolute advantage.

Ron's consciousness wandered around the square, observing the statues, several of which were familiar to him.

The most eye-catching one is his image of nearly 100 meters tall, wearing golden power armor, holding a big sword, and being illuminated by the golden sun.

This is the most common savior statue in the territory, and it is also what the savior looks like in the minds of most people.

Not far away from the Statue of the Savior is the statue of the four-armed Savior and the newly born green-skinned Rogo enshrined by the chicken thieves.

In addition, there are many small statues of gods, which are the images in the hearts of a few believers.

For example, the kind version of old Ron statue, the pointed-eared God of Life statue, the muscular man statue, the gentle prince statue, the governor statue, the winged angel statue, the man and woman statue, and so on.

Wait, boy and girl? ? ?

Ron's face darkened. Which group of believers was responsible for this? The atmosphere in the territory was not good.

I have to let the Inquisition investigate when I get back to see if it is a good young man who has infiltrated Slaanesh and poisoned the territory!

Suddenly, Ron discovered that deep in the Land of Faith, there was a dark area that could not be illuminated by the light of the small sun.

"Is it possible that there is the dark side of my personality?"

He controls his consciousness into dark areas.

In an instant, all the surrounding light disappeared, and a dark and chaotic aura came.

Good guy.

Ron discovered that there were many statues of gods here, and their faces looked a bit like his own.

What he saw head-on was a busty statue of a god wearing a leather muff on his head, a spiked leather coat on his body, and a thorn whip in his hand.

This is very Slaanesh...

It seems this is the influence of Slaanesh's power.

After that, he saw the demon chicken thief statue, the rotten multi-headed statue, the blood ax demon statue, and so on.

"Where does this power of faith come from?"

Ron is a bit of an oddball, aside from the demon Baal and his demons.

He shouldn't have any other Chaos followers, right?

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly saw a demon's head in the depths of the darkness, and a big foot was stepping on the demon's head.

"Hey, what the hell is this?"

Ron looked up along the soles of his feet and found a ferocious giant statue.

The colossus was shrouded in mist, overlooking this area. He had an extremely strong body and was wearing a demon-style ferocious dark gold armor.

The whole body is still faintly exuding sacred light.

He moved closer and finally saw the appearance of the colossus clearly.

There were several corpses of bloodthirsty demons lying around the giant statue. Under its feet was the head of the bloodthirsty demon, with its fangs exposed and its black hair dancing wildly.

He was holding the arm of a bloodthirsty demon and gnawing at it, blood splattering everywhere.

You can tell at a glance that this is a super strong man that makes the devil fearful!

"Is this me?" Ron was stunned.

He searched the past with his consciousness and found that the emotions and belief power condensed into the colossus were extremely complex and full of chaos.

I can't figure out exactly where it came from.

Ron thought that this should be the influence of subspace energy and the source of the devouring characteristics of the small sun.

He was a little worried whether these chaotic forces would affect his personality.

After all, the power of emotions and beliefs is both elixir and poison, and has a great influence on the gods.

If the power of faith provided by believers is too great, it may even affect the personality of the god.

Slowly mold it into the hearts of believers.

What's even more frightening is that under the influence of multiple beliefs, it can also lead to split personality.

If the split personality is too powerful, it will gradually erode the god's independent personality.

Hiss~

Ron couldn't help but take a breath: "If I lose my independent personality, then I am still not me?"

This is a difficult question to answer.

In fact, he was worried about this problem from the beginning, so he has been suppressing his divinity.

Separate the ontological consciousness from the little sun.

It is equivalent to treating the little sun as a controllable subspace clone and not contacting it unless there is anything going on.

Therefore, the little sun does not have a great influence on him.

What the future holds, he doesn't know.

Fortunately, the power of those beliefs is not that huge, and his independent personality still maintains absolute control.

Although this dark area was slightly out of control, there were no problems.

The ferocious giant statue in front of him seemed to be faintly suppressing the forces of chaos.

To some extent, that's a good thing.

Anyway, the matter has come to this, there is no point in worrying, just pay more attention in the future.

Ron's current situation is perfect in this world.

After all, there is no one in this world of purgatory who is not insane. Even the most powerful God Emperor is on the verge of going insane.

One day He goes completely crazy and moves his butt, and mankind will either ascend collectively or perish collectively.

It can be said that Ron is at great risk at any time.

Human beings have a lifespan. Even if the lifespan is extended through technology, it will only be a few hundred to a thousand years or longer at most.

There is always a day when you die.

In this case, those human managers or rulers have room to mess up. They just need to stabilize the current situation and spend this life safely.

They don't want to care about the future, and they don't have the ability to care about it.

But as the only human god, Ron has an almost unlimited lifespan.

His fate is closely linked to that of mankind, and he is destined to encounter fatal crises in the future that may exterminate mankind.

For example, the God-Emperor went crazy, the Four Gods of Chaos launched a massive attack, the Tyranids invaded the Milky Way, and so on.

Therefore, Ron must consider the future fate of mankind.

Fortunately, there is still time.

Ron looked around, suppressed the worries in his heart, and decided to get down to business first.

Being able to use the Webway is key to the future prosperity of the realm and humanity.

The most important thing right now is to clear out the demons in the Webway.

Of course, the threats in the webway are not only the demons that flow in, but also the Necrons, Eldar, Dark Eldar, Chaos Cults, etc.

There are too many weird things hiding inside, and who knows if they will flow into the network channel he controls.

To defend against these possible enemies, a powerful army must be stationed in the webway.

The green-skinned orcs are the best choice. Not only can they adapt to the environment of the Webway, but they can also grow in battle without worrying about wear and tear.

Just perfect.

He just needs to throw the greenskins into the webway and continue to multiply and grow.

Once they are spread throughout the entire network, you no longer have to worry about the security of the network.

Ron's consciousness returned to the temporary command hall, and he looked at the greenskin leader again.

From the look in the other person's eyes, he could be sure that he had complete control over the green-skinned psychic network.

Become the ruler of this greenskin tribe.

At this time, the green-skinned leader lowered his head and saluted, making a gesture of surrender, with a hint of fear and reverence in his expression.

Because it is facing the green-skinned ruler-Luo Ge!

Ron was quite satisfied with this and felt very lucky at the same time.

The probability of encountering cute green skins is too low. If he comes a month or two later, they will be allowed to grow further.

It is difficult to control them, and it is not certain whether they can be defeated or not.

Because his support came quickly and he had a legendary ace like Ya Rui, he was able to successfully capture this green-skinned tribe.

This wave, just thinking about it, makes Ron excited. The harvest is so rich.

He gained a war legion that can grow infinitely!

Let's put it this way, those powerful green-skinned warlords were able to fight the Primarch. One green-skinned one back then almost killed the Emperor.

Not only is it powerful individually, it is also very powerful in numbers, and can directly fight bloody battles with the endless swarm of Tyranids.

In addition, ancient technology is hidden in their genes.

It's terrifying!

Of course, those are just upper limits.

As for this green-skinned tribe, how far it can grow depends on how it is cultivated.

The initial goal is to train them to a level where they can fight against the demons of the Webway.

After all, Ron only had two and a half years.

If he doesn't take down those damn Webway demons within two and a half years, he'll be locked away on the Blackstone Throne.

Then he offered a luxurious black stone toilet package and sat in rows with the God Emperor and his elders.

Ron had just seen the fighting power of this green-skinned tribe, and he didn't have too many worries about whether they could fight against the demons.

It's okay to give the greenskins more weapons and equipment later.

This is sure!

Ron looked at the green-skinned leader: "By the way, who...what's your name?"

The green-skinned leader pointed to the large yellow alloy pliers in his hand.

It pursed its lips and muttered in a muffled voice, with some leaks: "Urus...Urus Steel Clamp..."

“This name is not domineering enough”

Ron frowned and thought, at least give him a name similar to Bonecrusher.

A more domineering name may increase your combat effectiveness.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed and he thought of a new name: "Bone Eater·Steel Fang!"

He turned his gaze to the steel tongs and asked:

"what do you think?"

The steel pliers pinched Toothless's mouth, and its heart was almost broken. It felt that Brother Luo was targeting it.

But it didn't have the courage to refuse, and said dullly: "Okay..."

At this time, Ron also noticed that the steel pliers had no teeth.

The corners of his eyes twitched, he coughed dryly, and raised his hand to pat the other party's shoulder: "Since you don't object, I will call you Bone Eater Steel Fang from now on!"

Well, even though he has no teeth, calling him this name is not a big problem.

He immediately took out his communicator and contacted the technical priest on the Dream.

Let them design a pair of the most ferocious and powerful mechanical teeth for the green-skinned leader Steel Fang as soon as possible!

Afterwards, Ron looked at the sky outside and saw that it was already late at night.

He asked Ya Rui and other soldiers involved in the battle to go back to rest and receive treatment from the pharmacist.

As for the steel tooth, call the pharmacist and local veterinarian to take it down for examination and treatment of the wound.

It was hurt quite badly.

There was no time to take in the greenskin tribe tonight. Ron was going to have a good sleep and go take them in tomorrow.

…

early morning.

A ray of sunlight shines through the window into the bedroom.

Ron woke up in a daze. He stretched out and opened the window and took a deep breath.

Cough cough cough!

The dense chemical mist of high purity made him feel uncomfortable.

"I almost forgot, this is a pure mining planet. If I had known earlier, I would have gone back to the Dream to rest..."

Ron felt a little regretful.

Since Kanda is rich in minerals, the Ministry of Interior has completely regarded this planet as a super mining area.

It is mined almost at all costs with the aim of hollowing it all out.

To meet the territory's now-high mineral demand.

Fortunately, with the greenskin tribe, he could quickly take down the demons and exploit the webway.

When the time comes, you can mine wherever you want, and you no longer have to worry about mineral shortages.

Ron ate something briefly, put on the green leather version of the power armor, and hurried to find Steel Teeth.

He needed Steelfang to gather the greenskin tribe together quickly.

Gangya was placed in a temporary tent outside the city, which was safer.

The green skins will keep spreading spores around, and if they stay in the city for a long time, subsequent cleanup will be more troublesome.

When Ron walked into the tent and saw Gangya again, he was a little confused.

He turned his head and asked Ya Rui next to him: "Look, is Gang Ya much thinner than yesterday?"

Ya Rui looked at Gang Ya and nodded:

"You read that right, this guy is a bit thinner than yesterday and a bit shorter."

Hearing this, Ron was convinced that he had read it correctly, and everyone else was dumbfounded.

He knew that after the greenskins were defeated or lost confidence, their combat effectiveness would continue to decline.

But isn’t the rate of decline too fast?

In just one night, my body size shrank a lot!

Gangya stood there with his mouth depressed, looking like a green-skinned leader.

Ron reached out and shook its shoulders, feeling very sad: "Cheer up, Gangya, I'm still waiting for you to defeat the devil!"

Hearing the word 'Gang Ya', Gang Ya seemed to become even more depressed.

Even if Ron ordered it in the name of Luo Ge, it would be of no use. It would obey the orders, but it just couldn't cheer up.

To put it simply, it is lying flat and broken.

Good guy, is Gangya autistic because of that guy Ya Rui?

Seeing this, he had no choice but to ask Ari to go back first, trying to avoid the greenskins so as not to irritate them again.

"Lord Savior, the alloy steel creation you ordered us to design and manufacture is ready."

Two technical priests came in and reported.

They overnight customized a pair of alloy steel teeth suitable for green skins.

"Quick, quick, put it in!" Ron realized that the lack of teeth was also one of the reasons why Gang Ya was decadent.

I have to put it on quickly to prevent it from getting even more depressed.

Ron looked at Gangya's decadent appearance and had an ominous premonition in his heart. Could it be that the green-skinned tribe had also become like this?

That would be the end of it!

Fortunately, the steel teeth became more energetic after being equipped with the fierce and shiny big steel teeth.

At least I am willing to get out of the tent and move around.

Ron took Gangya aboard the assault ship and flew deep into the forest, accompanied by hundreds of large transport aircraft.

They will go to the greenskin tribe.

Inside the cabin.

Ron overlooked the plain, where yesterday's battlefield had been, with thousands of large construction machines digging away the soil.

Gather the soil stained with green skin and flesh.

Under normal circumstances, the soil contaminated with green skin and flesh needs to be burned at high temperature.

Completely kill those flesh and blood and spores.

Otherwise, many big green mushrooms will soon grow on these lands.

When the time is up, a large number of green skins will spring up from under the mushrooms.

An endless stream.

Of course, high-temperature cleaning is what the Empire does.

For Ron, who controls the green-skin psychic network, the soil contaminated with green-skin flesh and spores.

It is an extremely precious culture medium.

Can't waste it.

The Ministry of Military Affairs has organized a collection team. They will conduct a comprehensive search and collect green-skinned remnants within the scope of the green-skinned orcs' activities.

This includes body tissue as well as fungal colonies that grow green mushrooms.

They will put the collected residues into containers for subsequent use.

…

forest.

Greenskin camp.

Ron and Gangya stepped off the assault ship.

The camp was relatively quiet, with only some Grots busy working to provide food for the greenskins.

He walked around the camp, worried.

This nest of greenskins is collectively ruined.

They slumped in the shack and didn't move. Only when the grunts brought food to their hands did they grab it and stuff it into their mouths.

Chewing weakly.

Some greenskins didn't even want to stretch out their hands, waiting for the grts to grab food and stuff it into their mouths.

Under normal circumstances, when it's time for the greenskin to eat, they have to eat haese, and it's better not to swallow the whole thing.

How can it be like this ghost now?

It’s ruined, it’s all ruined!

Ron felt a little numb, as he seemed to see a powerful green-skinned army moving away from him.

He comforted himself in his heart:

"It's no problem. If you can still eat, you will be saved!"

Ron told Gangya: "It's your time to show off, wake them up!"

Waaaagh——

After Gangya received the order, it brewed for a while and let out a violent roar.

Fortunately, the leader's order still has some effect.

After hearing the roar, the greenskins slowly got up.

The farts screamed and spread the leader's orders to the surrounding camps.

After a while, the greenskins gradually gathered, and they basically had no weapons.

Despondent.

Alas~

Forget it, as long as you can obey orders.

Now, Ron has no other requirements for these guys and will slowly transform them later.

See if you can be saved.

If it doesn't work, it depends on whether there is enough time to cultivate a new batch.

Soon, the large transport plane packed away these greenskins and some creatures such as grots in the camp.

Sent to the troop transport bay of the Dream.

There are about a million of those greenskins.

At the same time, the collected residues, soil, fungal communities, mushrooms, etc. were also packed and sent to the ship.

The conditions on Kanda are not very good, so Ron is going to transport these greenskins back.

outside the atmosphere.

The fully loaded Dream slowly started to sail into subspace.

destination--

Urth galaxy, moon.

——

Holy Land of Erth.

Mechanical City, conference room of the Institute of Biology.

The layout of the conference room looked solemn and formal, with a large oval table covered with red patterned cloth strips.

The interior walls are engraved with reliefs of the Savior, and the wall behind the main seat is the Mechanicus emblem composed of gears.

Participants came in one after another and took their seats.

Among them are several sages in the field of biological research, sages in the field of chaotic biological research, and experts in the psychological field.

As well as senior teachers and instructors from Zhongji College, etc.

Moss, the great sage of biology, hurriedly walked to the main seat and sat down, placing the thermos cup on the table.

He will chair today's meeting.

After everyone arrived, Moss picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of the fuel drink. The electronic sound was a bit cold:

"You should have received the message from the Savior. Time is so precise and precious.

I will just say a few words..."

This kind of meeting atmosphere was brought about by Ron.

But compared to the cumbersome research meeting process within the Empire and Mechanicum, it is already very streamlined.

After all, they used to burn incense and perform a complicated prayer ritual before meetings.

Above and behind Moss's seat, a banner hung: Green Skin Alien Recovery Research Seminar...