Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

The blood and flesh of the Khorne Blood Beast splattered, painting the surrounding Khorne cultists in a gruesome spray.

This scene left them utterly stunned, with some even collapsing to their knees in disbelief.

The cultists couldn't accept what had just transpired.

The great emissary of the Blood God, summoned with so much blood and sacrifice, had been killed so easily?

"Governor, how was the power of my invention?"

On a steel platform several kilometers away from the Khorne cult stronghold, Kaul eagerly showcased his masterpiece to Eden.

"That sneaky missile you just witnessed is one of my finest creations," Kaul boasted. "It utilizes a high-strength alloy mixed with explosive compressed fuel, capable of penetrating nearly any flesh target…"

Eden turned his gaze away from the surveillance feed and nodded in approval.

"Impressive. Expensive, but worth the cost. However, there's one small issue…"

Kaul, feeling slightly deflated at this critique, responded, "What could be wrong? It's perfect!"

Eden smiled. "The name. 'Sneaky Missile' is far too plain. How about calling it 'Golden Whirlwind' instead?"

Kaul's face lit up. "Excellent name! From now on, it'll be called that!"

Behind them, Arye and Kaes exchanged whispers.

Scratching his head, Arye murmured, "Why does the Sage insist on making such 'sneaky' additions to everything? Wouldn't it be simpler to just create a missile outright? And honestly, the Governor's naming sense isn't much better…"

Kaes rolled his eyes. "You don't get it. That's the Sage's genius. The Governor's budget specifically allocated funds for 'sneaky' units. If the Sage wanted to research something else, what do you think he'd do?"

"What?"

"Add sneaky features to the new project! That way, he still gets the budget while doing his own thing."

"Huh. Makes sense," Arye said, nodding in realization.

"As for the names," Kaes continued, "would you dare criticize the Governor's choice? If you want to keep getting funding, you keep your mouth shut."

"Do you think the Governor knows about this?" Arye asked cautiously.

"Of course. Smart people don't reveal everything they know…"

Realizing what he'd just said, Arye pointed to himself. "So, am I the only fool here?"

Kaes nodded solemnly.

Eden, with his sharp hearing, caught every word of their muttered conversation but chose not to intervene. He knew Kaul's habits all too well and had deliberately left leeway in the budget for his creative liberties. As long as the results met expectations, Eden didn't mind.

"Governor, there's also this: the Heavy Armored Ravager Genestealers…" Kaul began.

Eden continued listening, occasionally nodding in praise. While Kaul's antics could be excessive, his results were always reliable.

Beneath the platform, a vast army of Heavy Armored Genestealers units began assembling, advancing toward the Khorne cultist stronghold. Behind them surged waves of standard Genestealers troops, with the Imperial Guard's sentinels, armored tanks, and infantry bringing up the rear to finish the job.

Kaul highlighted one special feature. "These Heavy Armored Genestealers units are equipped with sound emitters to maximize psychological impact on the enemy."

Eden clapped his hands, full of praise.

"This is a fantastic idea, but I have one more suggestion."

"Please, Governor, do tell!"

"You forgot to emblazon them with the Imperial Aquila emblem. Make sure it's prominent and unmistakable."

Eden checked his ornate gold pocket watch, adorned with gemstones, and noted the time.

"The operation begins now. All forces, attack!"

At the Khorne cultist stronghold, chaos erupted.

A thunderous explosion reduced the sacrificial altar to rubble.

"Enemy attack!"

The cultists, shaken out of their stupor from the Blood Beast's death, grabbed their weapons and charged outside.

The zealots, ever loyal to the Blood God, roared their war cries, ready to slaughter their enemies. Yet this time, what they encountered was far from ordinary.

"Blood for the Blood God!"

At the vanguard, a brave cultist halted mid-charge upon seeing the incoming Heavy Armored Genestealers units.

"Skulls for the… wait, are those contraptions?"

The ground shook violently as the bulky units stormed into the cultist ranks.

"For the Emperor!"

The sound emitters on the Heavy Armored Genestealers units blared triumphant oaths of unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, drowning out the cultists' bloodthirsty chants.

This unfamiliar dynamic unsettled the cultists. Normally, their ferocious cries would terrify their enemies while invoking the Blood God's blessings. But now, their voices were overshadowed, sapping their morale.

"Blood… blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Desperate to reclaim their footing, the cultists charged at the intruding units.

One bold cultist brought his axe down on a smaller Genestealers unit, nearly splitting it in two.

"See? These Genestealers machines are no match for us!" he declared triumphantly, covered in viscous fluid.

But what he had struck was a self-destructing Genestealers unit.

With a mechanical click, spikes shot out, trapping him in place. Moments later, an ignition mechanism activated, engulfing him in flames.

"AAAAAHHH!"

The cultist was reduced to a blazing figure, horrifying his comrades.

The battlefield devolved into pandemonium.

From high-explosive to highly toxic, each Genestealers unit carried a unique payload designed for mutual destruction.

Facing relentless waves of Heavy Armored Ravager Genestealers units, wielding chainsaws and claws, the cultists found their usual tactics useless. The armored adversaries were impenetrable, and even when one fell, another took its place.

Advancing with unyielding determination, the Genestealers units proclaimed their loyalty to the Emperor with every step, overwhelming the cultists.

Eden, watching from afar, was deeply satisfied.

"So loyal!"

Behind the vanguard, the ordinary Genestealers units flooded in like a tidal wave, overwhelming the exhausted cultists.

By the time the Imperial Guard arrived as the third wave, there was nothing left but mangled remains.

Sentinel pilots, eager for action, could only vent their frustration.

With no enemies left, all that remained was to clean up the battlefield.

Deep within the Khorne cult's core territory, a massive tent surrounded by piles of bones housed the mightiest Blood God warriors. Towering over three meters tall and clad in thick armor, these fearsome warriors paid no attention to the distant sounds of battle.

This was merely another day in their brutal domain. Even without external enemies, infighting was constant.

A frantic cultist burst into the tent.

"Priest, those Genestealers are attacking our—"

Slash!

Before he could finish, a blade-wielding guard cleaved him in two.

The largest figure on the throne nodded in approval.

"Anyone who disrupts our duels or shows fear before the enemy does not deserve to live."

The duel resumed. As for the invaders? They could wait until the fight was over.

(End of Chapter)

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