Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Chapter 256 Dreadnought Mecha: ***, what did you do to me?

A research transport ship about 500 meters long came slowly, and several officials from the logistics department hurriedly disembarked.

They received orders from the Savior and came to count the loot.

After that, these trophies will be tallied and stored in the warehouse, distributed and sent to the corresponding institutions for utilization.

"Finally we have reached this savior's favorite part..."

After seeing the staff from the logistics department arriving, Ron rubbed his hands in anticipation.

He couldn't wait to know what good things those heavily armored chicken thieves and greenskins had picked up.

Soon, Ron organized the heavily armored chicken thieves and greenskins and asked them to turn in their loot one by one.

He liked the feeling of opening a treasure chest like this.

Bang, bang, bang!

The heavily armored chicken thieves and greenskins threw the debris they picked up on the ground, and the officials from the logistics department counted them one by one.

Ron hugged his chest and looked on, his face gradually becoming expressionless.

Is this explosion rate too low?

Those are the wreckage of some ships or fighter jets, and are basically of little use.

Waaaagh!

An green-skinned boss rushed over excitedly, hugging a pile of exquisite metal products inlaid with gems and throwing them on the ground.

Then he looked expectantly at Brother Luo next to him, trying to get his appreciation.

According to Luo Ge's order, warriors who find good things will be generously rewarded, including a set of heavy power armor made by green-skinned tech masters.

The green-skinned boss found a waaaagh, glittering place to pick up things.

It firmly believes that these must be treasures.

Unexpectedly, Ron's face darkened. He had been holding it in for so long and couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed a metal product on the ground and slammed the green boss on the head:

"Look at you, all the junk you picked up is of no value at all!"

These things are not even antiques. They are at most considered handicrafts and belong to the category of souvenirs.

As the core sanctuary of the Five Hundred Worlds, Hera Fortress receives a large number of imperial nobles and pilgrims every year.

Those who attend will visit the Rock of Garland, the Falls of Labonis, the Memorial Hall, the Hall of Swords, the Primarch Museum and other holy places along the church hall.

Finally arrived at the Sovereign Temple to pay homage to the original body.

This is an important means for the Ultramarines to maintain their influence. After all, they have the golden sign of the original body.

And it can also generate revenue.

After accepting the high-priced Terra coins or resources donated by high-ranking nobles, they will give back corresponding gifts.

The handicrafts picked up by the green-skinned boss should be the souvenirs prepared by Hera Fortress.

Of course, what the high-ranking nobles paid so much for was not just a worthless souvenir.

And the friendship of the Ultramarines.

It can save lives at critical moments.

For example, when encountering an alien attack or internal rebellion, if the Ultramarines can arrive faster, they may be able to save a small life.

Unfortunately, the main exhibit of Hera Fortress has left on its own.

It is estimated that it will be difficult to continue these pilgrimages.

Although Brother Guilliman is a demigod, he doesn't like to be worshiped as a god.

Of course, no matter what, once the Primarch awakens, the Ultramarines will gain greater influence.

They would become the most powerful warband in the Imperium of Man.

Ron's thoughts flashed.

He knocked the green-skinned boss on the head again and scolded:

"At first glance, you didn't think carefully and had a perfunctory attitude. You didn't complete the task seriously at all. Go back and reflect!"

Seeing the green-skinned boss returning with his head hanging down, being laughed at by other green-skinned men, everyone in Ron felt numb.

It’s really hard to lead the greens this year, it’s so unreliable!

Next to him, the logistics department official holding a data board and counting supplies blushed and hesitated to speak.

He wanted to complain: Lord savior, it is really difficult for these rude greenskins to think, right?

But he didn't dare.

"Next person!"

Ron sighed and continued shouting.

He had given up any hope in his heart, so he finally looked at a few green-skinned trophies. If that didn't work, he would go to the heavily armored chicken thieves.

Chicken thieves should be smarter than green skinned ones, right?

However, when the greenskins saw Luo Ge's angry look, they all shrank back and did not dare to step forward.

I was afraid that he would eat me.

Ron had a fierce look on his face, and he raised his hand and pointed into the pile of greenskins:

"You, that's right you, that green-skinned boy with sinister eyebrows, come here!"

His finger pointed at a green-skinned boy with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and a rat head and brain. That guy was so outstanding among the greenskins.

The green-skinned boy was carrying a bag filled with things that was made of steel bars and fine fabrics. He was still hunched over and sneaking around.

At first glance, he seems to be a talented person who knows how to pick up things.

The green boy came over shakily, looking a little scared.

Ron smiled as gently as he could and patted it on the shoulder: "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you, just pour the stuff out..."

However, these words almost made the green-skinned boy faint from fear, but he did not dare not comply with Brother Luo's order.

Its hands trembled as it poured out the contents of the bag.

Boom boom boom——

Several heavy objects fell to the ground.

After seeing what was on the ground, Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and a golden light seemed to flash in his mind.

Wow, golden legend!

That green-skinned kid actually picked up three or four weapons, and they were high-end at first glance.

Not bad...

Ron picked up one of the large bolters on the ground, which was coated with blue and inlaid with gold and gems, and observed it carefully.

The weight, workmanship, and complex modifications showed that it was not something that ordinary soldiers could use.

Hiss~

"Arbiter?"

However, when he saw the inscriptions and emblems on the handle of the gun, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Good guy, is this Guilliman's equipment?

This weapon, called "Arbiter", is well-known in the galaxy. It is a highly modified composite bolter.

It is a master-level weapon, a Primarch-exclusive weapon!

Master-level weapons require a lot of rare materials and time to manufacture.

There are even some special blessings that are hard to come by.

Guilliman himself favored this weapon and named it himself, not to mention its lethality.

The Arbiter can fire micro-atomic compressed warheads, and the gun itself has also been modified a lot. It is one of the top bolters.

After that, he looked at several other weapons, including the azure power sword named "Glory", the monomolecular saber, the bolt pistol, etc.

Although they are not very famous, they are all weapons used by Guilliman.

Primarch gift pack, right?

That green-skinned kid must have looted the sword hall!

Looking at these legendary master weapons made by the great sage, Ron was surprised, but still a little panicked.

This one was a bit too hard.

Brother Guilliman just woke up and found that all the weapons were stripped by him. How presumptuous.

If I meet him in the future, I shouldn't be chased and hacked, right?

Why not return these things?

That's impossible!

Ron didn't have that idea at all. He had picked them up. How could he bear to return such good things?

I picked them up!

Besides, in order to save Macragge and let Brother Guilliman recover smoothly, he spent a lot of money.

That "Big Ivan" saved Macragge's life.

Just consider it as a reward!

Besides, Guilliman now has two divine armors, the Armor of Destiny and the Sword of the Emperor.

Even if he loses these weapons, it will not affect his combat effectiveness much.

Ron happily put these legendary weapons in his pocket and asked the people in the logistics department to carry them away and keep them.

These weapons have too obvious personal styles and cannot be equipped directly.

He plans to ask the sages to modify them and replace them with accessories that are in line with the savior, so that they can be used.

By then, he will have a set of master-level legendary weapons.

Card face!

That green-skinned kid is good, a great achievement!

"Where is the green-skinned kid?"

Ron reacted, turned his head but could not see its figure, looked down, and found that the kid fainted on the ground.

More prepared to say, it followed the order of its brother, poured out the things, and then fainted.

"Well, let this child sleep well, don't scare him anymore..." Ron squatted down and patted the green-skinned kid's head.

This is a good material.

He had marked the green-skinned boy and ordered the green-skinned masters to give him a set of luxurious equipment.

It was the kind that was customized by himself.

It was enough to make other greenskins envious.

But what could he do? Who told him that the green-skinned boy was smart and knew how to pick up good things?

Ron had reason to suspect.

The green-skinned boy went to the sword hall to steal... no, to pick up these equipment in an organized and premeditated manner.

Next, the green-skinned orcs handed over more valuable weapons and vehicle wreckage one after another.

But at this moment, Ron didn't have much time to look at them. He was going to take a look at the heavy-armed chicken thieves.

They were bigger in size and should be able to bring back a lot of good things.

Bang bang bang!

Large wreckage fell to the ground one after another.

The heavy-armed chicken thieves lined up and presented their spoils to the great four-armed chicken thief one after another.

Ron was right. The heavy-armed chicken thieves picked up more things, and they were all big items.

The heavy-armored chicken thieves were even bigger, almost all of them were three or four meters, or even more than five meters, and their strength was amazing.

They picked up many large vehicles and armored wreckage or complete parts.

Among them were many Terminator armors, although most of them were wreckage or parts, there were also a few relatively complete ones.

These were all precious research materials.

Whether the territory could reproduce these high-level war weapons and armor in the future depended on these things.

There were basically no gene seeds.

When Ron gave the order, he told them not to pick up gene seeds as much as possible.

After all, it was an extremely rare resource and the foundation of the war group. Picking it up would easily make enemies with others.

As for the original weapons, it was purely an accident.

When the heavy-armored chicken thieves handed in the spoils, there was a small accident. One of the heavy-armored chicken thieves dragged back a Chaos Terminator.

Unexpectedly, the guy was not dead yet and woke up, causing a small accident.

But his end was very tragic, and he was beaten to death by the heavy-armored chicken thieves.

Huhuhuhu——

Suddenly, Ron noticed something strange about a heavily armored chicken.

It seemed like something was stuck in its throat, and it was breathing heavily, and it was emitting a thick chaotic aura.

It was like it was sick.

Such a strange phenomenon immediately aroused his vigilance.

Is it corroded? Shouldn't it?

Ron was a little worried. What if it was some large-scale plague? That would be troublesome.

For humans, Nurgle is the most difficult existence.

The attacks of this Chaos God are very hidden and difficult to defend.

If it is a highly contagious plague, it is likely to spread rapidly to the entire planet. I don't know how many people will die before it can be suppressed.

It is not impossible for the entire planet to become a plague death zone.

Thinking of this, Ron thought of the goddess of life, Aisha. It would be great if she was in his hands.

When there is any plague, let her taste it and quickly get a treatment method.

I am afraid that Nurgle snatched the goddess of life from Slaanesh not only because of feelings, but also because she is an existence that can restrain herself.

If I were Nurgle, how could I sleep if such a goddess of life who can restrain the plague stayed with my opponent?

If the goddess of life joined the territory, not only would the territory not be afraid of the plague.

He could also export medical assistance in the name of the savior to save countless worlds attacked by the plague in the galaxy.

In this way, the number of savior believers will explode?

Aisha still needs to be saved, this matter must be remembered!

In the future, when Guilliman enters the Garden of Nurgle and burns it, I have to join in the fun.

See if I can find a chance to bully Nurgle and save the goddess of life.

Ron's thoughts flashed by.

At this time, the heavy-armored chicken thieves around him dispersed under his command, leaving only the weird heavy-armored chicken thief in the middle.

The sages of the Plague Research Institute and the Demon Research Institute were also on their way, ready to deal with this emergency at any time.

In short, it is right to be cautious.

Cough cough cough!

The heavy-armored chicken thief had difficulty breathing and his face turned red. He coughed desperately, and more chaotic breath flowed out of his throat.

It looked like he was going to die.

Cough——

Bang!

The heavy-armored chicken thief vomited something and sat on the ground gasping for breath. It seemed to have returned to normal, and there was no more chaotic breath on its body.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not a plague, but a wreckage with chaotic energy.

That heavy-armored chicken thief really eats everything, even metal lumps. I wonder if he has some pica?

The oval thing that the heavy-armored chicken thief just vomited bounced on the ground a few times, making a sound of metal collision.

Finally it stopped.

Ron leaned forward to take a look and found that it was an oval metal ball covered with thick chaotic energy, which seemed to be condensed from metal debris.

Like an egg?

Hiss~

After looking carefully, he took a breath.

That thing is really an egg.

It's still alive!

In the metal shell covered with dark red chaotic energy, there is a sticky, protein-like thick liquid.

In the middle is a small embryo made of metal debris, which looks like an unformed Western dragon.

? ? ?

Ron was a little confused. The metal embryo looks a bit like a hell dragon.

Could it be that this was an egg laid by the Hell Dragon, and then accidentally eaten by the Heavy Chicken Thief and brought back?

By the way, can the Hell Dragon lay eggs? It seems that no one has ever said that it can lay eggs, right?

This touched on his blind spot in knowledge.

But there is no doubt that the Hell Dragon is a subspace creature and a physical life.

Since it is a physical life, it is not a problem for it to give birth to offspring.

What if it is a mutation?

Ever since Ron saw a void whale in the subspace that was as big as a battleship, tens of kilometers long, and inhabited by various subspace creatures.

It is no longer surprising to see what can emerge from the subspace.

The void can grow a big whale, so what's wrong with the Hell Dragon laying an egg?

"Savior!"

Maou from the Demon Research Institute hurried over. When he heard the news about the demon, he was always the first to come.

He left the sage of the Plague Research Institute far behind.

There was no way, he lacked research materials.

Those are the guarantee of research funds and the ladder of progress. He and the researchers he had finally recruited are eagerly waiting for them.

Want to make progress too much!

Maou ran over, and after seeing the Hell Dragon Egg, he couldn't move his eyes away.

It was like looking at some rare treasure.

Maou looked at the egg with an unbelievable face: "Savior, this, this, this..."

"You are not mistaken, this is an egg, and it's still alive."

"Savior, do you think this devil egg is..."

Mao tried to squeeze out a flattering smile. This belongs to the demon field, and of course it belongs to his Demon Research Institute for research.

But this is not safe, after all, the damn biological research institute has also started related research.

Ron nodded: "This egg will be handed over to your Demon Research Institute. Study and cultivate it well, and don't let it die."

It's more reliable to hand this thing over to the Demon Research Institute. They have more relevant research experience.

Maou smiled, as if he had issued a military order: "We at the Demon Research Institute will take good care of it, and it will definitely be better than our own son."

Then he turned to look at the assistant: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take it away!"

The assistant stretched out a mechanical claw and grabbed the Hell Dragon Egg.

But the next second, his head was hit hard.

"Why are you so rude? What if the egg is broken?"

Mao scolded his assistant, then lowered his head and carefully wrapped the egg with his robe and held it in his arms.

Then he activated the force field to isolate the chaotic aura.

After doing all this, Mao hurried away with the Hell Dragon Egg in his arms, as if he was afraid that someone would come to snatch it from him.

He was extremely excited, and he had a new research topic!

Ron looked at Mao's back as he left, and he was also a little happy.

He hoped that after the Hell Dragon Egg was hatched, the Demon Research Institute could cultivate it well or control it.

It would be even better if the chaotic energy could be purified.

He was the savior, and he also wanted to be a dragon rider, ride... ride a big dragon!

After dealing with the Hell Dragon Egg, Ron summoned the heavy-armored chicken thieves again and ordered them to continue to hand in the spoils.

The wreckage was handed in one after another.

Dong Dong Dong!

Heavy footsteps came, and the heavy-armored chicken thieves made way.

In the distance, two heavily armored thieves that had been blessed twice were dragging a huge, blue-painted large machine over.

Damn it!

Is that a dreadnought mech?

And it was an almost complete battle-damaged version of the dreadnought mech!

Ron's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't help but swear.

You guys are really capable!

He really didn't expect that the heavily armored thieves could drag back such a huge thing.

The dreadnought mech is a symbol of the eternal war of the Space Marines, and all the dreadnought mech pilots are Space Marine veterans who are seriously injured.

They rely on a coffin-like life support system to prolong their lives, and continue to use their rich experience and wisdom to serve the Chapter and the Empire.

Those veterans who don't know how long they have survived are simply living fossils.

These veterans don't know how long they have survived, and they even participated in the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago.

The veterans may have experienced the galaxy burning in flames, stationed on the walls of Terra, seen the worlds trampled by iron hooves, and the kings slaughtered like livestock.

They are the war itself!

These dreadnoughts are the holy relics of the Chapter.

The dreadnoughts may have trained countless recruits and watched them grow up generation after generation.

Those who are called holy dreadnoughts are the treasures of the Chapter and are infinitely admired by other members of the Chapter.

They are called elders.

The one in front of you with holy bones is the holy dreadnought of the Ultramarines!

If the driver is still alive, he will be the most valuable trophy of this battle!

Because this holy dreadnought can use his unimaginable rich experience to bring great improvement to the Territory Chapter.

He will be the best instructor of the Space Marines!

Ron looked at the holy dreadnought in front of him with great respect and regret.

This holy dreadnought is dead...

Zizizi~

Suddenly, the driver in the holy dreadnought woke up.

The old soldier saw the strange scene in front of him and fell into confusion: "Where am I?"

In his memory, he fought with the chief demon and then lost consciousness.

Then, the veteran saw the chicken thief dragging him in front of him, and he was instantly furious: "Damn alien, where did you take me?"

The Holy Dreadnought mecha suddenly started.

Accompanied by the crackling arc, the huge steel arm raised and aimed the double heavy bombs at the heavy chicken thief and Ron in front.

Fuck!

Seeing this, Ron's heart was beating wildly: "Brother, don't shoot!"

Boom--

The heavy bombs poured out!