Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Ron took the opportunity to look away.

Fortunately, Saint Celestine did not make any further moves, as if nothing had happened.

Sure enough, those powerful individuals are very sensitive to prying.

Especially the silver-haired angel.

Ron vaguely sensed that the other party had a connection with him, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He slowly moved back, as far away from the silver-haired angel as possible.

But no matter what, it is better to stay calm and don't wave.

"I'm still too young. I have to learn from Senior Sir Tis and try to survive..."

Ron thought silently.

What if my identity is exposed in such an occasion, I can't even run away, not to mention that Guilliman is nearby, won't he catch me in an instant?

Thinking of this, he tried his best to blend in with the team and reduce his presence.

In front of the team.

Guilliman restrained his fatigue, smiled as much as he could, and greeted the noisy crowd calmly and peacefully.

At this moment, complex emotions set off a vortex in his chest.

Ten thousand years had passed since he last came to Terra.

At that time, Terra was full of the glory of striving and progress, but now, that spirit was gone.

Instead, there were grotesque and extremely luxurious buildings, deformed industrial facilities and terrifying religious runes and emblems.

The Primarch led the team and walked through the crowd under the guidance of the Guards.

Things have changed.

The deformed things in front of him made Guilliman's sadness continue to ferment.

At the same time, he felt inexplicably lonely and out of tune with the crowd.

Soon, the Primarch's team took the elevator down.

They passed the gloomy and empty hall of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and walked along the residential area.

The crowded platforms on both sides of the road were filled with residents of Holy Terra, most of whom were dirty.

In sharp contrast to those nobles and officials.

Not far in front of the residents of Holy Terra, there were isolation lines, and no one dared to approach.

Because that would cause them to suffer a fatal blow.

Due to the existence of the isolation line, they could only look at the Primarch's team from a distance.

But when the Primarch passed by, they all burst into cheers like a tsunami, and tears of joy flowed freely along their faces.

The solid class barriers formed over thousands of years prevented them from getting closer to the prosperous place.

Although they were powerless, perhaps the fate of their descendants would change because of the arrival of the Primarch.

Terra's buildings were stacked layer by layer, as if endless.

But after passing through one weird and bizarre building and arch after another, the sight suddenly became clear.

Guilliman suddenly realized that there was already a large square with a wide view in front of him.

Suddenly, he glared at the bizarre things flying in the air, and almost subconsciously wanted to take action.

However, reason still made him restrain himself and maintain a smiling expression.

Some information in his mind made Guilliman understand that it was the most popular thing in the current society of the Empire - the Cherubim.

He stared at the horrible child-like man-made creatures, with mechanical cables inserted all over their pale torsos, and ugly wings and faces.

It was heartbreaking to look at.

"That was a disgusting era, a disgusting creation!"

Guilliman was almost roaring in his heart, but he couldn't show it. He came to win support, not to make enemies.

He had already vaguely felt that the high-level officials of the Empire were wary of him.

"It seems that old Ji doesn't like that thing..."

In the team, Ron noticed Guilliman's strangeness and understood it quite well.

He didn't like it either.

So, after he came to power, he completely revised the Cherubim to conform to the aesthetics of the normal 2k era.

Looking at Guilliman's slightly aggrieved expression, Ron sighed softly:

"Alas, old Ji is bitter, but this is just the beginning, there are still many hard days in the future..."

This is also the reason why he didn't want to get involved with the Empire and was determined to develop alone.

The nobles and officials of the Empire were too corrupt and perverted, making people want to shoot them.

What's more troublesome is that such corruption is deep-rooted, and the Empire cannot do without these nobles and officials.

Guilliman has no time and no opportunity to overturn all this, so he can only accept it and make repairs.

Try to maintain the empire left to him by the Emperor as much as possible.

It is unknown whether this sentimental Primarch complained after entering the palace and seeing the Emperor.

Or pointed at the other person's nose and cursed.

After all, although Guilliman called the Emperor father like other children, his feelings for Him were not that deep.

Ron followed the team and soon saw the painted glass wall that was several kilometers high not far ahead.

There were portraits of several Primarchs on the painted glass wall.

He looked up.

The Primarch in front of him was Sanguinius, the Archangel standing on a mountain of mutant corpses, stretching his wings;

After that, there was a prairie-styled Primarch, Khan, who drove a war eagle and soared among the stars;

Vorkan, the Lord of the Salamanders, held an astonishingly huge forging hammer in his hand, and the iron furnace under him was a whole world;

The sight continued to move.

Ron saw the most familiar figure, the Lord of the Ultramarines with distorted proportions, bathed in holy light.

He held the Ceremony of the Astartes in one hand and the head of the horned demon in the other. He was surrounded by many angels, offering incomparable reverence and piety.

Suddenly, the moving team stopped.

Ron looked forward in surprise and found Guilliman standing in a daze, looking at his portrait.

It seemed that the original body was wary of something.

"Guilliman should be wary of people's belief in him, right?"

Belief is both strength and poison for strong individuals.

In order to gain strength, Ron had to collect faith like crazy, but he was always vigilant and resisting the erosion of faith.

He even tried his best to maintain a normal human mentality.

He never sees himself as a true god, lest he fall into arrogant conceit.

Ron regarded all of this as a pretending game. He was pretending to be a god as a stickman, not the real god.

It can also be regarded as a kind of self-psychological suggestion.

In short, he is a human being, not a god!

Fortunately, the resistance effect is pretty good, and the erosion of faith is relatively slight.

Now Ron can still speak harshly and at the same time prove that he is a human being and the God Emperor is an old man.

All that's left is the harsh words.

Soon, the sightseeing of this scenic spot was completed.

Ron followed the original body's team and boarded the ceremony transport ship.

These extremely luxurious and gorgeous, but ugly heavy-duty vehicles carry people through the endless street network and transportation lines.

Avenues and crowds of spectators passed by.

Ron looked at the scenery around him, which gradually changed from gorgeous churches and aristocratic settlements to slums.

The hungry poor and disabled looked expectantly at the ceremony transport ship, which moved with difficulty between simple shacks.

Those embarrassments and downfalls are like maggots crawling near the wound.

I didn't expect to see these in Holy Terra, the majestic capital of the empire...

It can only be said that those high-ranking officials and nobles of the empire are a bit careless.

They are unwilling to share even a tiny bit of benefits and resources with these people at the bottom, and they will not even look at those people.

Instead, they continued to squeeze it.

This is true even for Holy Terra, let alone other areas.

Maybe some governors have a hint of kindness.

For example, the titular father of the great savior and the former governor of Erth is willing to give something to the people at the bottom.

Even a little bit of wood slag bread.

How can these universal and extreme embarrassments and sufferings not breed chaos?

This may be one of the reasons why the Chaos Evil God has become more and more wreaking havoc over the past ten thousand years.

While humans nourished the Emperor, they also provided extreme emotions to the Chaos God.

Its influence in the real universe continues to expand.

The viewing transport boat moved forward slowly.

The poor people staggered after him, almost trying their best to declare their faith and piety.

From time to time someone collapsed.

They are not desperate yet, relying on faith to maintain their lives and looking forward to their salvation.

Perhaps, when these devout believers wish to be annihilated, some cultists will appear among them and kill and destroy them wantonly.

Create more suffering.

Ron thought silently.

Looking at this scene, it felt like he had returned to decades ago, when it was his first time touring the hive.

This is what I saw.

Fortunately, five years ago, Ersixing achieved complete poverty alleviation.

It's not just Urth.

Now the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Erth is planning poverty alleviation and literacy programs throughout the entire star region.

Make the sector more vibrant.

Of course Ron wants to solve the suffering of the people in front of him, but he does not have the ability or qualifications now.

Because this is not his territory.

With his current ability, it would be good if he could take good care of the citizens of the territory.

Perhaps as his territory expands and he becomes stronger, he can spread the light of the savior to more places.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

This is the principle of doing things that Ron's culture and education brought to him.

To put it more simply, no matter how much you are capable of doing, the Holy Mother will only harm yourself and others.

Take care of yourself first.

Then help others appropriately according to your own abilities.

What he can do now is to deal with all this quickly and get Shahim's business license.

Then go back and continue to build your own territory.

He will not get involved in this mess of Holy Terra.

A long time passed.

The sky suddenly brightened.

Ron looked up and saw a ray of light piercing the clouds and the sun. It was the sacred light emitted by the star torch.

Under the illumination of the light, the outline of the palace located among the mountains became clear.

This means that the tour has reached the final stage and they have arrived at the palace.

What appeared in front of everyone was the towering palace gate, which was carved with scenes of angels and demons fighting. Twelve saints' icons on both sides watched all comers.

Ron looked forward and saw the sunset and the outline of the palace.

The viewing transport boat slowly stopped.

Everyone was told that they would have to walk the rest of the way.

Ron continued to move forward with the team.

After passing through countless magnificent doorways and wonders, the last door finally appeared in front of me.

They arrived at the throne room.

There are countless passages connected here, and those ancient stone roads will be occupied by countless pilgrims.

Only a few lucky believers were allowed to enter the hall.

The glazed windows around the grand hall depicted the great achievements of the Emperor. Countless candles burned quietly, emitting a dreamy smoke.

The air was filled with the scent of incense.

As the preaching bells rang, the choir chanted hymns dedicated to the Lord of Mankind.

On the altar, fanatical priests preached the gospel to the crowd with inflammatory words.

In the dark corners, technical priests gathered, shaking their limbs and muttering binary prayers.

On both sides of the road, the commanders of the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum talked in groups of three or five, pointing at the data boards held by the servitors from time to time.

The cages hanging high in the air held the convicted nobles, and when the patrolling guards passed below.

These sinners frantically approached, trying to use the most beautiful defense to tell their innocence.

Soon, the team stopped.

Ron looked up and saw the steps of heaven paved with giant black marble, at the end of which stood twelve guards.

The leader wore a feather crown, and a mink cloak hung behind the golden armor he wore.

Behind them was a huge arch.

Everyone knew that on the other side of the arch was the Golden Throne, where the Lord of Mankind, the greatest being of the Empire, rested forever.

In sight.

Guilliman strode through the crowd.

The excited believers and pilgrims all stretched out their trembling hands and touched the armor of the Primarch as he passed by.

Among those people, Ron saw many believers of the Pious.

After the Ecclesiarchy was included in the sequence of beliefs, he knew that these people would be released and compensated.

Now it seems that the compensation these pilgrims received was quite generous. Not only were they allowed to enter the palace, but they also touched the Primarch with their own hands.

When they go back, won’t they brag about it for the rest of their lives?

Boom boom boom!

When Guilliman walked to the front of the Sky Steps, the leader of the Guards at the top of the Sky Steps came out and slammed his halberd on the ground three times.

He spoke a series of high Gothic words in a clear and clear voice: "I am Kalim Varanor, the Emperor's Eagle Guard. Who is coming?"

The ceremonial officer beside Guilliman also answered in high Gothic with the same seriousness, which was enough to introduce the name of the leader of the Terra Pilgrimage Expedition.

Among them, Roenlai heard the name of Shasim.

This wave of support was not in vain.

When the ancient, lengthy and complicated audience ceremony was over, the Primarch finally explained his purpose: he requested to see his father, the Emperor of Mankind.

Hundreds of millions of people held their breath at this moment, and the huge throne room was silent.

However, the Eagle Guard remained silent and looked at the Primarch for a long time without saying a word.

During this long time, tension continued to brew.

People were worried:

Is the Guards suspected that all this was just a carefully fabricated conspiracy?

Will they declare that the person in front of them is not the real Guilliman, or ask him to provide further evidence of his identity?

Ron yawned secretly.

This is too long. If he had known, he would not have come to join in the fun.

In fact, he was a little nervous.

Although he had already greeted the Emperor and asked him to keep his identity secret, he did not get a response.

Ron was worried that the Emperor would reveal his identity after meeting Guilliman.

Or ask him to make some promises.

Little Sun has become a strong force.

The Emperor loves humans deeply.

It is highly likely that he will not allow him to continue to stand idly by the human empire, and may let him fight for the empire with Guilliman brothers.

That is what Ron does not want to see.

The battle spears fell to the ground.

The guards at the top of the sky steps made way, which meant that the Primarch's request to see the Emperor was approved.

Guilliman walked up the sky steps and came to the giant archway. In front of the huge door, even the Primarch was set off very small.

When——

The melodious bells rang in the throne room, and under the gazes of thousands of people, the giant archway opened silently.

Sighs of surprise and awe swept the crowd.

People looked up and could only see the deep darkness and the diffuse fog.

The fog wrapped around Guilliman's body like a group of snakes, completely covering it, and faintly heard the ethereal and sad whispers in it.

Ron also took a few glances, but he was not very interested.

After all, such a big golden sun was right next to the little sun, and he could greet the old man from time to time.

There was nothing to be curious about.

As for the appearance of the Golden Throne, he probably knew it, and had experienced it deeply.

Thinking of this, Ron's body shuddered, and the sequelae came back.

He should never sit on that broken thing again in his life.

In the sight of everyone.

With a deep breath, the Primarch stepped into the archway.

After that, the arch closed silently just as it opened, and the figure of the Primarch disappeared.

After that, I don't know how many hours passed.

Everyone silently waited for the return of the Primarch.

Ron, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a shock of consciousness, which came from the subspace.

Damn!

The Emperor urged me to go online?

You father and son are reunited, the father is kind and the son is filial, what does it have to do with me?

Let me watch the defense of old Ji break?

And one of them is socially anxious, and the other is sentimental, what's there to see, I guess they can't say a few words for a long time.

It feels like the God-Emperor can beat people more easily than communicating with his parents and children.

Ron was numb, but he had to take a look.

Soon, his consciousness sneaked into the subspace and possessed the little sun.

The moment it goes online.

Ron received a message from the God-Emperor, probably asking him to communicate with Guilliman.

And he told him thoughtfully without revealing his true identity.

"That's good.

At least I was not asked to take over this mess of the empire. I have suffered all the hardships, and the God-Emperor still loves me..."

Hearing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron thrust his consciousness into the void in front of the golden sun, and soon came into contact with a mechanical device.

Then the consciousness followed the mechanical device to the Golden Throne.

It's just magical.

He first took a look at the Golden Throne, which was similar to the Black Stone Throne.

The withered bones of the God Emperor were sitting in it, connected by dozens of cables, looking a little desolate.

Alas, Ron sighed lightly, if he had not left the Blackstone Throne, he would have ended up like this.

"Are you actually the Demon Eater?"

Guilliman's somewhat surprised voice came.

After he entered here, the phantom of the void appeared on the golden throne.

That was the father's response.

Through the phantom, he saw what his father looked like today.

That shocked and saddened him.

He didn't even want to admit that the person in front of him was his father.

After regaining his composure, Guilliman came to terms with what had happened, and he denounced the corruption of the Imperium.

I vented my depression caused by exhaustion again.

He even boldly scolded his father a few words.

The Primarch complained about why the Emperor and his brothers had left him with such a heavy responsibility.

It was really hard for him to hold on.

However, his father barely responded, and they stayed in this awkward situation for several hours.

Guilliman could sense that his father could hear his accusations, and even felt a hint of guilt.

After that, my father's golden sun suddenly shone, and another little sun appeared.

At the same time, a weak and difficult message came from my father.

Guilliman instantly knew that the little sun in the void in front of him was the essence of the Demon Eater.

That Being is trustworthy.

Afterwards, he sensed the Demon Eater's consciousness and communicated with him.

When Ron heard this, his consciousness moved towards the original body in front of the throne.

He can find out.

Although the original body looked resolute at this moment, some bloodshot eyes could be seen faintly, and he might have cried in front of the God Emperor.

"Um……"

Looking at Guilliman, Ron was a little embarrassed for a moment.

After all, like the emperor, he was sometimes a social phobic, and he didn't know what to say in situations like this.

After a long time, he finally said to Guilliman: "Brother, do your best, the future of the empire depends on you.

Brother, I will fight side by side with you at the critical moment! "

After saying that, Ron quickly logged off and ran away without giving Guilliman a chance to react.

So much the better.

If Guilliman invited him to fight for the Empire together, he would not be able to refuse in front of the God-Emperor.

Moreover, he also promised to help this brother. It's not that he won't help, but the way is different.

? ? ?

Guilliman was a little confused when he looked at the Demon Eater who suddenly disappeared after saying a word.

elder brother?

When did he have such a brother?

Could that being be one of the originals, or another special kind of warrior created by his father?

Not long after the Demon Eater disappeared, another message was delivered with difficulty from the Golden Throne.

The information this time was huge, it was some of my father's plans.

The psychic energy gently patted Guilliman's shoulder, as if to encourage him.

Guilliman was slightly moved: "Father..."

…

Throne Hall.

Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh~ I finally got over it."

Waited for several more hours.

When the morning prayers sounded again and the lumens shined brightly, the arch opened again.

This time, what slanted out from the arch was a shimmering mist, cold and white, like moonlight.

From this shimmering mist, the figure of Robert Guilliman, the original member of the Ultramarines, appeared, with a resolute and cold face.

There is a faint hint of majesty...