Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

The God Emperor responded!

Above the void, the cold sun made by the will of the God Emperor shines like a star. It is so sacred!

Buzz!

The waves of psychic tides spread.

Despite the endless distance, Ron could still feel the surging psychic power.

What a power this is!

He reacted and shouted in his mind: "Your Majesty the Divine Emperor, your loyal servant needs to be saved!"

But the sun, representing the God Emperor, did not respond, and no eyes were focused on Ron.

He slept, letting the light shine equally.

Another wave of psychic energy hit him, and before he could react, he was kicked out of his consciousness.

Ron opened his eyes, and what he saw was the emerald green plains, surrounded by alluring bodies, and he was still in the palace of Slaanesh!

Snap!

An eyeball fell to the ground, and Ron subconsciously picked it up.

He quickly reacted and touched where his eyes were, but there was nothing there.

My eyeballs!

Ron stuffed his eyeballs back. He no longer cared about fear, and his mind was full of questions.

It shouldn’t be. Didn’t the God Emperor appear? Why didn’t he respond?

Does the old man think he is disloyal?

The temporary cramming doesn't work, now it's really a mess!

Above the void, at the core of Slaanesh's palace, a huge purple shadow gradually appeared.

He is the master of the palace - Slaanesh.

Ron was filled with grief and anger. He was going to die anyway, so he wasn't afraid anymore.

He raised his middle finger towards the void with one eye open, and cursed loudly: "Slaanesh, I'm talking about your ancestors!"

The shadow twisted its body slightly and moved its gaze this way.

Everywhere he looked, demons were kneeling.

The powerful pressure was approaching, and when the eyes focused on Ron, the rushing evil force almost crushed him instantly.

But the warm power from before emerged again, protecting him with a golden glimmer.

The space fluctuated violently, and a small opening opened.

That mysterious power actually withstood the pressure of Slaanesh and pulled Ron out of Slaanesh's palace.

Slaanesh's gaze paused, seemingly surprised.

He chuckled, and even greater desire burst out.

The life of the entire palace trembled sharply, ushering in an even more extreme carnival.

The Lord of Pleasure remembers that little bug, and He will personally prepare the most extreme pleasure for him!

At this time, in the distant void of subspace, a small sun was emitting a warm gleam, hidden under the brilliance of the great cold sun.

——

Ron screamed, feeling as if his body and soul were being stretched into noodles.

Then it was put into the washing machine and stirred wildly. Finally, it was pulled out, smashed on an entity, and stuffed inside.

…

The Empire's Pacific Star Territory, the northern part of the Goli Star District, the Erth Star.

This is a typical industrial planet, with deadly pollution and mutants all over the surface.

The nest city of Grant, located in the center of the continent, towers into the clouds. There are tens of billions of people living in the mountain-like metal piles.

Every breath of air and every drop of water inside the hive city has been recycled millions of times.

People relied on corpse starch to feed themselves and worked day and night to pray for the blessing of the God-Emperor.

Survival here is difficult, except for those at the top.

They enjoy sunlight, fresh air and water, and occupy everything on this planet.

The most powerful among them is the planetary governor. He holds the supreme power of this planet, and he can take it over life and death!

The nest is on the nest.

The spire mansion in Wangting District.

In a huge, luxurious bedroom that combines Victorian and steampunk styles, Ron woke up screaming.

Survived?

Ron was relieved to find that he was okay.

The God-Emperor should have saved him. In the Warhammer world, belief in the God-Emperor can really save lives!

He decided to carry a copy of the Emperor's Holy Words with him from now on and read it from time to time. It would be best to memorize it!

Praise the God-Emperor!

When he relaxed, Ron found that the surrounding decorations were so unfamiliar.

"What is this place?"

Fragments of fragmented memories surged forward, forcefully inserting themselves into his consciousness and flowing rapidly.

After absorbing the memory fragments, Ron truly understood the cause and effect of the matter.

This matter is more complicated.

The planetary governor of this planet, Ron Grant, is addicted to wine and sex, and does shameful things with his maid in the bedroom.

Because he played a little too hard, he was dragged into the palace of Slaanesh by the erosion of Chaos, causing him to die in fear due to his weak body.

And Ron happened to have passed through the soul of the dead Ron Grant, which led to the thrilling and exciting scenes just now.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the God-Emperor, he escaped.

Ron inherited the body and soul memories of Ron Grant.

At this moment, he has the iconic black hair of the Grant family, deep eyes, a pale face that is slightly cold, and the whole person looks a little weak.

Overall, he has become more handsome.

The only trouble is that the memory he inherited is incomplete.

There are many missing and unclear places, like a layer of fog.

But no matter what, Ron is now the planetary governor of the empire and the ruler of Erth—Ron Grant!

This is a blessing in misfortune.

The night was deep, and the pale red moonlight passed through the glazed windows on the balcony and shone into the house.

Ron suddenly realized a problem. Wasn't he doing something shameful with the maid before?

Where is the maid?

"Honey, are you looking for me?"

There was a lumpy sound in the darkness, like bones colliding.

What kind of movement, Ron suddenly became alert.

"Woooooooo, have you forgotten me..."

There was a woman facing the wall, her body twitching and crying.

Before Ron could react, her head turned 180 degrees and she stared at him.

It was the head of a terrifying Slaanesh Banshee, with empty eyes, sharp teeth, and a slender tongue dripping with mucus.

Worri!

Grandma, are you chasing me?

The ghost is still there, right?

"Why don't you say anything? Isn't she beautiful?"

The banshee turned around with a snap and walked out of the darkness, bathed in the moonlight. Her deformed and twisted body was covered with bone spurs, and her black stocking maid uniform was in tatters.

There is no doubt that she is the maid, who has been completely corrupted into a monster.

"Can't wait darling"

The banshee twisted her waist and walked to the bed to make a show of herself. The R-rated scene made her look even more terrifying.

She twisted her waist and climbed onto the bed, looking down at Ron: "We had a lot of fun..."

"I'm not in good condition today, can I do it next time?"

Ron smiled stiffly and tried not to irritate the other person. Relying on his memory, he quietly pressed the alarm button next to the bed.

"But..." The banshee stretched out her slender tongue and slid it across Ron's face: "I can't wait any longer!"

I'm going to fuck you!

Ron kicked the banshee away, relied on his memory to take out the pocket pistol hidden in the secret place, pointed it and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Smoke erupted from the pocket pistol, and the Banshee was shot in the chest and fell on her back.

solved?

"It hurts!"

The banshee stood up and stared at Ron again, her voice hoarse: "But I like it so much, hit me now!"

SM type banshee, right? I love helping others the most in my life!

Ron raised the gun and pulled the trigger again, but no bullets were fired.

What's going on? The machine soul is unhappy?

He glanced at the pocket pistol embedded with ivory and gems in his hand, and suddenly cursed eight generations of Ron Grant's ancestors in his heart.

Neuropathy!

Are you keeping your single-shot black powder antique pistol for fun and collection?

For self-defense, at least get a bolter or melta weapon!

Ron struggled to smash the pistol at the Banshee, taking the opportunity to get out of bed and escape.

But this body that was addicted to alcohol and sex was very weak and fell to the ground before taking two steps.

He struggled to get up and saw the banshee with a ferocious face, rushing towards him!