Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

According to intelligence.

Webway D15764 branch line encountered an unknown attack, causing the node and port buildings in the area to collapse.

Many green-skinned orcs also died.

All of this was caused by some kind of ancient forbidden weapon, which was incredibly destructive.

The physical laws of the attacked area were affected, and the stationed Redemption Titan was torn apart and became twisted scrap metal.

"An enemy that can move in the webway and use ancient weapons..."

Ron's expression became heavy.

For more than half a century, the webway has been in a safe state and has hardly been threatened.

This made him think that he could rest assured about the webway he owned.

But this attack was a warning.

The webway does not belong to the Savior alone, and there are many forces entrenched in it, and they may face more threats at any time.

They are at risk of losing the webway.

The Savior's territory has developed relying on the webway, and too many production and expansion operations are based on high-speed routes.

It is not only the key to the development of the territory, but also involves the future of the empire.

If the Savior's territory loses the webway, it will immediately lose its potential for further development and can only become a regional top power.

It is estimated to be only slightly stronger than Ultramar.

That is a result he cannot accept in any case.

"I hope this attack is just an exception, not an organized attack by an ancient force."

Ron took a deep breath and issued an order.

He asked the intelligence department to find the attacker as quickly as possible, and the guards of the webway should also remain on high alert.

It is imperative to ensure that the construction of the webway proceeds smoothly.

That is related to the development of the next stage of the Savior's territory and is also the key to the empire's recovery.

"My lord, you should change your clothes."

The head maid Linda walked in and reminded gently.

This head maid has served the Savior for nearly a century. The maids around her have rotated for several generations, but she has never changed.

With the blessing and maintenance of advanced biotechnology, she still maintains her appearance and vitality.

The Savior has no intention of changing people.

It's mainly because I'm used to it. It's not easy to have someone who is loyal, understands you, and is full of emotions for you.

Ron nodded, turned off the data board and stood up.

After that, the maids came in one after another with gorgeous dark gold robes and decorations.

Linda came forward and skillfully changed his clothes, arranged his clothes, and took care of all the details.

She hoped that the savior could appear in front of the people of the empire in the best image.

All this was in silence.

Due to the tacit understanding of dozens or hundreds of years, Ron no longer needed to say anything, and the head maid could handle everything about his daily life.

Including any aspect.

After Ron changed into the dark gold robe, he boarded the shuttle under the escort of the Thunder Guards and headed to the surface of Holy Terra.

Now the war is temporarily over.

What will greet him next will be various ceremonies and entertainments lasting for several years.

Countless imperial nobles, rulers, high-level warriors and clergy are looking forward to meeting the Primarch of Hope.

They are eager to get the access permit to the Savior's Webway that is about to be issued.

…

The City of Prayers.

This is a huge building complex located in the suburbs of the Holy Terra Palace, with many offices of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and residential areas.

The towering buildings are full of narrow spaces. Billions of government officials work and live in this city, and this has been the case for generations.

Most of them have ancestors who have served Holy Terra for nearly ten thousand years.

Even so, these government officials can only have a small living room.

That is already a great gift.

Because the price of every square meter of land in Holy Terra is more expensive than a governor's palace in other hive worlds.

Fortunately, government officials have become accustomed to the small living environment and the complicated and endless work tasks.

Even if they die of exhaustion at work, it is normal.

People are accustomed to this and will not sigh or feel sad because a new face has been replaced on the desk next to them.

Instead, they celebrate the return of the soul of the deceased colleague to the throne.

Maybe one day, I will be honored to follow in their footsteps.

These lowest-level government officials can only get enough food and water to fill their stomachs every day, and they have almost no personal property.

They have no time to use them.

Although their lives are much better than the slaves on Holy Terra, compared with the nobles or governors of some planets, their lives are miserable.

It is such a group of people who hold great power.

Within the territory of the empire, a huge amount of document information is input into this city of wishers every day.

Each of the thick documents handled by government officials may be related to the fate of tens of billions of people or a planet.

They decide whether a certain document will be passed or submitted.

Or it will stay in a dark corner that no one knows forever.

The vast territory of the empire has formed endless events that need to be dealt with, the destruction and establishment of planetary regimes, the invasion of chaos and aliens, just like mushrooms after rain.

There is no way to deal with them all.

The time of the high lords can only be used to deal with the most important batch.

As for the rest, they were handed over to hundreds of millions of government officials to handle.

But they still couldn't handle it all.

This also leads to the fact that no one knows about some planetary regimes from their establishment to their destruction.

Even though they had submitted relevant documents to Holy Terra hundreds of years ago, the tithe was still being paid normally.

No one knows what happened.

Anyway, the relevant programs are running in such a confused manner.

Some planets will also inexplicably need to bear more taxes due to procedural errors by government officials, which will trigger rebellions and chaos invasions, and spread to disasters that ravage more than ten star regions.

This finally attracted the attention of the empire's senior officials, who finally issued an extermination order, and countless lives were quietly destroyed.

But this cannot be blamed on the government officials who handled it.

They have given all their faith, efforts, and even their lives.

Fortunately, these procedural mistakes are not too many. Even if some planets are lost, the empire can barely withstand it.

This administrative system is still one of the empire's greatest safeguards.

Click~

"Emperor, there is finally no mistake this time!"

Naresin happily passed a completed document and soothed his groggy head.

Her work station happens to be a two-square-meter cubicle, which is theoretically quite spacious.

But that's just theory.

The bulky steel desk, as well as the mechanical equipment and supervisory devices placed inside it, make the space extremely cramped.

This makes it particularly difficult for those living inside to even turn around.

All Naresen could do was stretch his neck.

She looked up and could only see the lights on the roof very close to each other, which made her electronic eyes a little uncomfortable.

Due to the constant close-range lighting all year round, the eyes of many government officials have long been damaged.

Fortunately, the Ministry of Civil Affairs has some benevolent protection policies, which can replace electronic prosthetic eyes for free for relevant personnel.

In this way, they can save time to rest their eyes and improve work efficiency.

"Praise be to the Emperor."

Naresin prayed silently, grateful for everything he had, and even more grateful that he could contribute to the great emperor.

The lucky ones like myself have important missions to maintain the operation of the empire.

This department with tens of thousands of people was very quiet, no one spoke, only the rustle of turning pages of documents and the crisp sound of mechanical stamping could be heard.

Buzz~

There was a buzzing sound.

When Naresen heard the movement, he straightened his back immediately and continued to process the documents in front of him, not daring to slack off at all.

That was the noise of the servo skull working.

One wall of the cubicle is empty, exposing everyone to the surveillance of the overseeing servo skull.

The machine, made from the skulls of honorably sacrificed executives in this office, has been in operation for hundreds of years.

It maintains this office and is also responsible for delivering corresponding instructions.

Fortunately, the servo skull did not send any warning messages or point out errors in her work procedures.

Instead, it floated straight to a certain compartment.

This made Nareisen breath a sigh of relief.

She continued to calculate for several hours, and finally finished processing the pile of documents.

After that, she lifted the heavy bronze fence and pressed the button of the small communication transmitter inside.

It didn't take long.

The wide slot used to transfer documents in the cubicle rose, and the robotic arm brought in a new pile of documents.

That is also today's work task.

"I have four hours left to finish processing these documents."

Nareisen skillfully evaluates the progress of the work. After years of training, she has become a mature government official.

Since this office had just experienced a year of intense overtime work, the work results exceeded expectations.

So no additional overtime work is required this month.

She worked for fourteen hours today and would be able to return to her residence to rest in four hours.

That was a happy moment.

Naresen has not left this office building for many years. He stays in a small cubicle during the day and returns to his residence at night, a larger cubicle with only one bed.

The only property is a wooden statue of the Emperor.

That was what she used when she prayed.

They had strict times to go to the bathroom and dining room, and they were allowed to go to chapel once a month.

Occasionally they had to go to the superintendent's office, which was a very scary time for everyone.

Fortunately, she is always praised.

Naresan has entered this office building since he inherited his father's position at the age of fourteen, and has never seen the sky outside since then.

Knowledge about the sky, the earth, the entire galaxy, and even the outside world comes from the endless documents sent every day.

She is also determined to become a better government official than her father.

Therefore, she has made few mistakes over the years and has received many compliments.

Suddenly, soothing imperial music came from a compartment in this area, coming from the old supervisory servo skull.

Everyone who heard the sacred music stopped and prayed silently.

That heralds the death of a colleague, returns to the throne, and deserves everyone's blessing.

Naresin was also praying silently.

She watched two servitors walk into the compartment, and soon they pulled out a body wrapped in scripture strips with the Empire's Sky Eagle emblem on it.

That was his most glorious moment, with everyone watching.

Even the superintendent came out to take a look.

Many people remembered the name of the deceased and everything that had happened to him.

The same goes for Naresan.

She suddenly remembered that her colleague named Weir had proudly told her that he also had a newborn son.

The little guy was born on the Emperor's Ascension Day and was blessed by the priest. He must be a loyal and intelligent believer and government official in the future.

That was over twenty years ago.

A sturdy young man will greet you in the nearby compartment, inheriting everything from his father.

"Maybe not..."

Naleisen's somewhat swollen mind thought of one thing, that is, their office has not added new personnel for several years, and there have been no new instructions.

This has led to an increase in working hours.

Sure enough, after the colleague's body was dragged out, the supervisor issued instructions to the office.

To ensure progress.

The remaining twenty people in this office must work an additional half hour to process the extra documents.

"Our work is vital, for the Emperor and for Holy Terra!"

The steward forced his voice and spoke enthusiastically.

The steward was so weak that he nearly collapsed, raising fears that he would be the next to be dragged away.

But he still maintained his passion because he knew he had an important mission.

"For the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"

Not only the general manager, but other government officials also felt so, and they were proud.

The Emperor needs them, the Imperium needs them.

Those imperial territories at war also need them.

This is a war material accounting department located several kilometers underground, responsible for auxiliary logistics work.

Their data is critical.

Snap!

The wide slot in the cubicle used for delivering documents rose again, and additional documents were delivered.

Naresin realized that he might not be able to finish his work within the stipulated time.

She got busy anxiously, not wanting any flaws in her work.

Countless lives are at stake.

She couldn't help but tremble when she looked at the cold word "Tylon" on the document.

The terrifying Tyranid aliens are attacking the empire's territory, and the planet is falling, even affecting the solar system!

The upper-level department needs the accounting data of this department.

For data accuracy.

There are several departments that were formed urgently.

Naresen has been responsible for this accounting work since more than 20 years ago, summarizing the required answers from massive material data.

Then, it is submitted to the higher-level department for more complex accounting.

Ultimately providing the correct supplies to the Astra Militarum as they head to the front lines to support them.

Naresan was busy.

She corrected a mistake she made on the document, then stamped it and sent it along with the processed document.

The servitors will collect all documents and send them to the upper level.

But when she closed the fence, her groggy mind suddenly brightened: "Emperor, I made a mistake, and the same erroneous data was sent out!"

Naresan realized he had made a mistake.

The previous batch of documents she uploaded also contained the same erroneous data, but she did not correct it in time and instead sent it out.

That's just a guess.

Naresin couldn't remember whether he corrected himself.

She looked pale and hesitated to report her mistake.

Maybe it was just my imagination that the mistake didn't happen, or maybe the inspectors later could catch the mistake?

But she still pressed the communicator tremblingly and reported the mistake.

"I understand, there will be procedures to deal with it later."

The steward replied coldly.

After a few seconds, he said again: "Naresen, you are the best people in this office and you should not make such a mistake.

You have to accept the punishment and reflect on yourself severely! "

After that, the general manager asked specialized verification personnel to retrieve the documents and send them back to the original compartment for calculation again.

After Naresen reported, he panted slightly and gradually relaxed.

She did not violate her faith in the Emperor and did not conceal her mistakes, even if such reporting would result in punishment for herself.

The loyal government official calmed down his emotions and went back to work.

She couldn't make more mistakes because of this.

Naresin took another document and saw familiar words in it - Primarch of Hope, Savior.

That's the hero of the Empire.

She looked at the name, her heart filled with anticipation, and eager to have the opportunity to witness the heroic appearance of the original body.

From the many documents I have processed and chats with colleagues.

Naresan vaguely knew some of the primarch's deeds.

He is a hero of the Empire who achieved outstanding achievements in the Holy Terra Lunar War and the Charaton War and saved countless lives.

After that being learned of the Tyranids' attack, he resolutely led his army to fight.

He is in Baal, the hometown of the Blood Angels, leading the empire's fleet to fight against the Tyranid aliens, protecting the safety of the empire and humanity!

Naresen also felt honored when he thought of this.

Because I am also participating in this war, providing my own help and making my own insignificant contribution to that great existence.

Her department has been engaged in the accounting task of providing war materials for the Battle of Bal since more than 20 years ago.

Those accounting data will eventually be used in the logistics department.

Provide the Astra Militarum troops traveling to Baal with the appropriate supplies to fight the Tyranid xenos on the battlefield.

Ever since Naresen and his colleagues accepted that sacred task, they have never left the office and have been processing relevant documents endlessly.

Until now.

They are still devoting everything they have to that war.

Naresan admired the brave, tenacious, and unyielding savior of the Primarch of Hope, and she even knew what he looked like.

Occasionally I still see that person in my dreams.

She dreamed that she met that being and told him of her insignificant contribution.

He also received a commendation, an Imperial Sky Eagle of his own.

Naresin used his peripheral vision to observe the position of the supervisory servo skull, and after making sure it was safe, he quietly opened a small grid under the transfer device.

There is a portrait of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior. In the portrait, the Primarch of Hope is wearing golden armor and is so heroic, especially his face.

Very attractive.

She took one look and quickly covered it.

The portrait was attached to an unknown document and was left on the floor of the cubicle.

Fortunately, Naresin picked up the portrait and hid it secretly.

That was the only time she violated her faith and failed to report the incident, and the portrait of the Savior became her most hidden and precious possession.

After reading the portrait, Naresan continued to work on the documents.

But gradually.

Her heart skipped a beat because the servitor hadn't sent back the wrong file according to procedure.

"Could it be that those documents were sent to the upper level?"

Nareisen was a little worried.

She was worried that the mistake would be caught by the higher-ups and result in the office being punished.

He was even more worried that his mistakes would affect the war in Baal and the savior.

squeak!

The siren sounded.

That was the signal for emergency notification, and everyone immediately stopped working and remained quiet.

Naresen's face turned even paler, fearing that the alarm was because of him.

"Praise be to the Emperor, we have the favor of the Primarch..."

The manager remained enthusiastic: "In these three days, we have to complete more tasks.

On the fourth day, we will have eight hours of non-working time to go to the ground to participate in a grand victory celebration.

By then, the great Imperial Regent and the Primarch of Hope will appear at the celebration! "

This drew cheers and admiration from people.

They were given eight precious hours to go to the ground and join in the celebrations, then come back and get back to work.

No one realized there was anything wrong with it.

Naresin realized it and had a question: "The Primarch of Hope has arrived at Holy Terra, so what happened to the Battle of Baal?"

But she didn't know who to turn to for answers.

Because this is a non-work related issue and is not within the program.

"Perhaps, I will know the answer when the celebration is held?"

She thought so.

Unfortunately, these political officials had no idea that the Battle of Bal had ended many years ago.

Like some departments, they are forgotten in the complicated process and are forced to continue to operate.

Even if their existence has no meaning now.

If not for the victory ceremony, the administration issued a communication to the entire planet.

These personnel will continue meaningless work until they are completely forgotten by the logistics personnel and all material supplies are cut off.

Finally died in an unknown corner.

…

The dark gold's gorgeous shuttle flew over the city of petitioners.

Ron frowned as he looked at the messy, slum-like buildings below.

It's hard to imagine.

This is one of the core areas of the empire.

The documents and policies that affected the fate of the empire came from here.

All I can say is that the Imperial car is really durable.

Ron looked at the gray sky, without any clouds.

The natural water and last clouds on this human home planet were exhausted during the Horus Heresy.

"Bad Coward Holy Terra."

He thought about the webway again, and his mood became even worse: "This shabby place should have been renovated long ago!"

Ron forced himself to think of something happy.

For example, take advantage of the opportunity of transformation to gather the wool of Holy Terra.

The Sanctuary Library here is said to contain much of the galaxy's ancient and sinister knowledge.

Information such as the Iron Man or the Yemenga Stone...