Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Chapter 248 Belisarius Caul: I am indeed a little forgetful...

According to the report of the expedition team.

They found a portal to the Macragge system and its various planets.

The height of the teleportation gate is enough to accommodate an entire army.

This result surprised Ron.

He was originally prepared to go to Macragge alone. After all, all he had seen before were small teleportation portals.

It could not accommodate the passage of troops.

A passage two or three meters wide could only allow soldiers to pass through one by one.

It's like queuing up to give someone away.

The gate found by the expedition team was more than fifty meters wide, and he was able to lead a small army to rush to the battlefield to support it.

Of course, the most important task of that army is to ensure his safety and give him a chance to activate the sacred ashes bomb.

As for which army to arrange to go, he hasn't decided yet.

"I've been here in this damn place for so many years, and I finally have contact with the outside world!"

Ron was nervous and excited.

For so many years, he has been focusing on developing his territory and building an army, which is equivalent to hiding in Novice Village and farming.

Now, he has entered the main line and participated in the main mission of the galaxy - the interstellar chaos.

Apart from anything else, there are quite a lot of forces involved in the upcoming battle for Guilliman's resurrection.

Ron thought.

He entered some information on the data pad to analyze the enemies and allies he might encounter in this war.

Attacker:

The Chaos Space Marines warband led by Abaddon, Iron Warriors, Purifiers, Night Lords, etc.

Kab'nhar, the Grand Daemon of Khorne, and his army of daemons.

Defender:

Belisarius Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicum and the inheritor of the Ohm Messiah, has lived for ten thousand years. He likes to split his consciousness and almost mechanize himself.

Saint Celestine, living saint, radiant silver-haired winged angel who can resurrect warriors.

Greyfax, one of the most notorious inquisitors of the Ordo Hereticus, the most ferocious and fanatical mad woman in the galaxy, looks like a heretic to everyone.

Efreni, the Harbinger of Death, is one of the most powerful Eldar individuals with fighting prowess, near-immortality and the ability to summon the incarnation of Death.

Guilliman, the primarch who is about to awaken, the second thickest leg of the future human empire.

In addition to them, those participating in the battle include the Lucky Ones of Cadia, the Black Templar Chapter, the Gray Knights, and the Eldar Death Army.

The main combat forces are Calgar, the current Chapter Leader of the Ultramarines, and Tigris, the chief think tank under Guilliman.

and a large number of Ultramarines.

Finally, there is Ron himself, the savior and his unknown army.

Of course, he appears in a vest.

He cannot expose his identity, otherwise he will be in trouble, and there is a high probability that he will be targeted by Abaddon and Kabanha.

Then take revenge on him and the territory.

He is more likely to be targeted by people from the Empire, especially that crazy woman Greyfax.

Hiss~

Ron looked at the pile of information just recorded on the data pad and felt a headache.

It's so complicated that it deserves to be called a galactic mess.

Fortunately, his brain has been strengthened so that he can dig out these things from his memory.

Ron originally wanted to roughly restore the course of this war and make some targeted arrangements in advance.

But these speculations and judgments were too difficult for him.

In the end he only concluded the following.

Abaddon launched the Thirteenth Black Crusade. After a series of chaos, he was so numb that he flipped the plate and used the Blackstone Fortress to destroy Cadia.

Then both sides retreated.

Feeling a small win, Abaddon was about to open the champagne when he received a prophecy from a wizard:

The great sage Belisarius Cawl holds a far-reaching artifact whose importance could change the course of the entire war.

Now Belisarius Cawl and the survivors of Cadia, with the help of the Eldar, enter the Webway and sail all the way to their destination-Macragge.

After Abaddon learned of the prophecy, he immediately sent an entire Chaos fleet to pursue Belisarius Cawl and others.

Then he chased and they escaped.

After several battles along the way, new people joined the two sides one after another, and finally there was a big chaos in Macragge.

The trouble now is that Kabanha has entered randomly, and I don't know what impact it will have.

The current intelligence was complicated, and he was still unable to determine what stage this battle had reached.

"Oh, it turns out I'm not suitable for any kind of strategy, so I'll be done with it!"

Ron tossed the dataslate away.

He decided against pursuing those targeted strategies and instead focused his attention on Macragge.

When the chaos reached a critical moment, he would lead Army A over there and finish it with one shot.

Suddenly, Ron thought and slapped his head.

He thought of an important issue, the living saint, the silver-haired winged angel—Saint Celestine.

Is she good-looking?

She must be quite beautiful.

After all, when Saint Celestine appeared, she basically wore white angel wings, accompanied by holy light and white doves.

Shengguang is understandable, but White Pigeon is a bit outrageous. Just this special effect is awesome...

He is simply the top idol of the empire.

He is worthy of being the God-Emperor's favorite choice, the living saint of the empire.

And his strength is quite fierce. In the battle of Cadia, he stabbed Abaddon hard.

It caused him a lot of harm.

It can be said that the strength and status of Saint Celestine is approximately equal to that of the Demon Prince of Chaos Evil God.

Like those demon princes, they can be resurrected continuously.

Thinking of this, Ron immediately stopped his thoughts and muttered in a low voice: "Profane, blasphemy, God Emperor, I didn't mean that..."

He was actually a little envious.

Both the God-Emperor and the Evil God of Chaos have the ability to select and resurrect the Divine Chosen.

It is equivalent to always having powerful and immortal warriors under his command.

Although Ron's little sun can bless warriors, if those warriors die, they will really die.

A few deaths would be enough to make him heartbroken for a long time.

I don’t know when Little Sun will be able to possess such power...

"Lord Savior."

The clear voice of the head maid Linda said: "The nobles of the Seren system are waiting to see you, and..."

She came over to report her schedule.

"Cancel all my schedule and let Bayev arrange for them to visit the Holy Land and learn advanced ideas and so on."

Ron waved his hand and ordered.

He ignored these social work and devoted all his energy to the upcoming war.

He stood up from the throne and sat on the gold levitator studded with gems next to him.

"This hall is too big..."

Ron complained, it would take at least ten minutes to walk from here to the entrance of the hall.

He activated the levitator and accelerated outward.

…

After Ron issued the order to prepare for war to the Ministry of Military Affairs, preparations began.

He went to the secret base and took out the enhanced version of the sacred ashes bomb together with the launcher.

So that you can carry it and participate in the battle as soon as possible.

After that, he went to inspect the manufacturing progress of the special version of the power armor.

The set of demon-style power armor has basically taken shape, and the equipped body is close to six meters.

It is equivalent to a small war mecha.

Equipped with a ferocious helmet.

After Ron was equipped with this set of armor, it looked almost exactly like the ferocious statue.

But he was still not satisfied.

Let the tech-priests continue to be more exaggerated and add more mechanical devices that can create special effects.

The technical priests were even required to bring their own large vampire bats to the stage.

To this end, the Institute of Biology urgently cloned a batch of chaotic vampire bats about one meter in size.

There is no way, in this world, you have to have a strong appearance. Saint Celestine has a white dove when she appears.

He's not too much of a vampire bat.

Of course, these are all incidental things, considered Ron's bad taste.

More important is the selection of the army.

In this battle, he was not going to let Space Marines like Carter and Duke participate.

After all, he is not fighting as a savior this time. Taking them there may affect their image.

It is inconvenient for subsequent work.

Only when the identity of the future savior is legalized can they go out and act in the name of the God-Emperor.

As for how to legalize it, he hasn't figured it out yet.

We probably have to start with the God-Emperor and ask him to give his eldest son Guilliman a dream or something.

Although Guilliman is more resistant to the deification of the Emperor, he is relatively open-minded and should be able to accept the message from his old father.

But with the current strength of the territory, the identity of the savior is not suitable for legalization.

After all, once it is legalized, he and his territory will be exposed to the sight of many forces in the galaxy.

Under pressure from all sides.

At least we have to wait until the unified star region is fully developed and can resist all forces.

At the current stage, the best way is to let Guilliman, the most handsome boy in the Human Empire, bear the pressure.

He just keeps growing and that's it.

For these reasons, Ron planned to select a group of heavily armed chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs to follow him into battle.

Realize the true meaning of chicken thieves guarding the country and green skins killing the country.

Give the Chaos Man and the Empire a little shock and let them know what true loyalty is!

This can also confuse your vision.

Anyway, it’s a disguised vest, so it won’t be a big problem no matter how much it is worn.

…

Webchannel.

A teleportation portal somewhere.

Dong dong dong——

The ground shook slightly.

A four-armed chicken thief that was more than four meters tall and equipped with heavy armor, several heavy cannons, and chain saw weapons walked out.

Its eyes are red and its aura is breathtaking. What's even more eye-catching is the Empire's double eagle logo on its chest.

Bright and loyal!

The armor on this heavily armored chicken thief even uses the technology of Space Marine power armor.

Over the years, there has been a special alien research institute that has been continuously training and strengthening these chicken thieves.

Make them stronger.

Ron gritted his teeth and blessed the most powerful heavy-armed chicken thieves a second time.

It can be said to be a massive investment.

But these investments also have huge returns.

Those heavily armored thieves blessed by the Second Blessing have much higher combat power than ordinary space warriors.

Waaaagh! ! !

Accompanied by a high-pitched war cry.

A green-skinned boss, who had also been blessed twice, rushed over with a battle ax.

The blood-red battle ax carried great force and suddenly struck the heavily armored chicken thief.

when!

The heavily armored chicken thief blocked the blow and counterattacked with his claws. The collision between the alloys caused sparks and a deafening roar.

Roar--

Waaaagh——

Many heavily armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs were surrounding them, roaring and cheering.

As for why they fought, it was because they were bored.

Not far away, there stood a ferocious figure more than five meters tall, and above the figure was a group of large Chaos vampire bats with faint black smoke.

They were screaming, quite imposing.

However, the ferocious figure did not move, as if it was dormant.

Under the feet of the figure, there was a lazy sofa.

"Damn, I lost again, Cole's Chaos must be cheating!"

Ron threw down the mechanical game device, took a sip of iced Kola, and lay on the sofa like a salted fish.

"What's going on, why is there no movement?"

In order to be able to participate in the battle in time.

He led nearly a thousand heavily armed chicken thieves and green-skinned orc elites who had been blessed once or twice, and squatted here for several days.

A few days ago, Ron used the transmission channel to secretly send early warning intelligence to Magkula.

However, he found that the Extreme Warriors seemed to have been prepared, and it should be that their think tanks noticed something.

After all, those think tanks are similar to Chaos wizards and have some ability to predict.

But he didn't think it was that magical. Those think tanks and wizards were more like information obtained through the fluctuations of the subspace.

Anyway, he passed on more specific information. It depends on how they deal with it.

If the situation is not good, Ron will immediately teleport to support.

He waited for many days in a row.

Macragge remained calm, but more and more warships were gathering in the dark.

Ron took off his eye mask and lay down. He had to rest well.

Regain strength.

Although he knew that the raging war was already burning in the five hundred worlds, he didn't know when it would spread to Macragge.

Who would have thought that when all parties were fighting, there was still an old six squatting with a super killer.

And squatting for a long time.

Alas~

He, the great savior, was worried about Lao Ji...

Suddenly, Ron pulled off his eye mask and sat up. He frowned and was a little worried:

"The fight started..."

——

Strike the cruiser.

In the cabin. Hiss~

The faint breathing sound of the artificial piston lung was heard.

The hunched figure in scarlet robes was in the dark, and the complex mechanical creations and prosthetic limbs almost crushed his body.

That was Belisarius Cawl, who was staring at the mechanical creation in front of him.

Ten thousand years, what a long time.

Even the longest-lived mechanical sage can only live for a thousand years. If it exceeds this time, he will either go crazy or die.

But he is still alive, but a little forgetful.

He has lost too much memory, and the knowledge he has forgotten alone has surpassed what many technical priests have learned in their lifetime.

Belisarius Cawl fell into deep thought.

But there is one thing he has never forgotten, that is the agreement with the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor ten thousand years ago.

Now, it is finally time to fulfill the agreement.

Why is it so late?

The mechanical brain continued to fluctuate, and Belisarius Cawl flipped through thousands of years of historical records.

Suddenly, the inferior Cawl in the mechanical brain laughed: "Arrogant old fool, because you forgot about this!"

"Logically, that is the correct answer..."

After a moment of silence, Belisarius Cawl responded to the too noisy split consciousness.

In any case, he brought the holy relic that could revive the Emperor's son, the Armor of Destiny contained in the Holy Box.

And the Eldar lady Evelyne who could control the Holy Box.

He has mastered all the elements that can make the Emperor's son heal.

Boom boom--

The battleship shook violently, and the roar of artillery fire pulled Belisarius Cawl back to reality from binary contemplation.

His multifaceted eyes scanned the surroundings, and his brain entered combat mode.

When the third-level life support system injected energy into his weapon amplifier, the mechanical shell covering his body crackled.

The syllables of those technical words rose inadvertently.

"Report position"

The command was issued, and Belisarius Cawl got the answer within milliseconds.

This is... Macragge!