#535 - Savior: Damn it, the Lord of Pleasure is playing guerrilla warfare with me?!

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The White Scars Primarch, Khan, couldn't help but roll his eyes at the Savior's solemn appearance.

He had been worried for nothing.

But soon, his expression also became serious.

What the Savior said was indeed correct; the Emperor's condition was precarious, and much of the Imperium's territory was lost in the dark.

Besides the surging undercurrents of Chaos, the Tyranid swarms and Necrons were becoming increasingly aggressive.

This was a heavy responsibility and burden.

Perhaps no one but the Savior could take on such a heavy task.

As for the former Imperial Regent, the Ultramarines Primarch Guilliman…

Khan didn't think the other could shoulder such a responsibility, clean up this mess, and save the Imperium of Man.

It could be seen from the *Codex Astartes* that he wrote; he was too conservative and always one step behind others in battle.

His combat power was also lacking.

If he, Dorn, Vulkan, and other Primarchs hadn't returned in time with their armies, Holy Terra would have fallen long before Lion El'Jonson and Guilliman could return.

And that so-called Second Imperium, he couldn't even be bothered to mention it.

Khan attributed it to Guilliman wanting to be the Emperor of the Imperium but not having the guts.

Incompetent yet eager to play.

After they learned that their father, the Emperor, was still alive, they hurriedly disbanded the Second Imperium and sheepishly ran back to provide support.

Fortunately, now that their father had designated the true master of the Imperium, Guilliman could only accept it.

“Brother, Guilliman and I will fully support you, no matter the cost!”

Khan raised his large hand and heartily slapped the Savior's shoulder pad, making a loud thud.

In the past, whichever Primarch served as the ruler of the Imperium would cause dissatisfaction among the other Primarchs.

But with the Savior, it seemed no Primarch could refuse, at least not without a reason.

The Savior was wealthy, capable in battle, and held the authority of the Imperium; besides supporting him, there seemed to be no other option.

“Old Khan, your words move me greatly; we are indeed the best of brothers.”

Ron said with considerable emotion.

He said the same to Guilliman; anyway, everyone was his closest and best brother.

“Do you still have White Talon grav-vehicles on your side?”

Khan asked somewhat embarrassedly, thinking of something.

The White Scars Chapter's lads were extremely eager and drooling when they learned that the forces on the Webway side were equipped with grav-vehicles.

Perhaps it was every White Scar lad's dream.

“Of course, we have them; it's just a vehicle, I've already arranged it; in the future, White Scars lads will be equipped with White Talons, and all supporting maintenance services will be provided.

I'll even cover the ammunition for you.”

Ron waved his hand very generously, promising a large amount of equipment and material support: “By the way, I also have a batch of Redeemer Titan Engines in my Webway warehouse, and the pilots are ready.

Khan was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

Even during the Great Crusade, such behemoths like Titan Engines were rare items for the various Legions, capable of providing enormous fire support on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, these things were in the hands of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and they had to be treated politely to be summoned to the battlefield; it was more like an alliance.

Even the former Warmaster Horus had to engage in shady deals with Mechanicus traitors to gain the support of the Titan Legions.

They wreaked havoc on the battlefield, setting the galaxy ablaze.

Now, to have a Titan Legion in his own hands, to use as he pleased, would be a very powerful boost for the White Scars Chapter.

The Savior was giving vehicles and Redeemer Titan Legions, making the White Scars Primarch even more moved.

He looked at the Savior and patted his chest: “Brother Ron, from now on, wherever you want me to strike, I and the White Scars Chapter will strike!”

“What White Scars Chapter?”

Ron shook his head and smiled:

“White Scars Legion, Old Gilly's *Codex Astartes* is no longer relevant; in the future, the various Chapters will slowly return to the Legion organization.

To cope with the new situation of the Imperial wars.”

Since the Great Rift in the Warp, the scale of wars between the Imperium's territories has become larger and larger; the scattered organizational form of Chapters is no longer suitable for the current warfare.

Otherwise, in a large-scale war, dozens or hundreds of Chapters and successor Chapters would participate in a chaotic manner, each Chapter with its own style, taboos, and command system.

It is difficult to unite and implement various tactics.

Now, gradually restoring the Legion system and letting the Primarchs command uniformly can better stimulate the war potential of those Space Marines.

The Imperium now has two Primarchs returning; the Ultramarines and White Scars will be the first Space Marine groups to restore the Legion system.

In fact, Old Gilly is already doing this.

Subsequently, if Lion El'Jonson accepts all of this after his return, the Dark Angels will also be reorganized into a Legion.

Ron felt that as the First Primarch, it would not be so easy to persuade Lion El'Jonson to follow orders.

Perhaps the Emperor would have to intervene.

However, if Lion El'Jonson reluctantly obeyed the command of him, the master of the Imperium, it would also be a hidden problem.

He still had to find a way to establish his authority, perhaps starting with the Dark Angels, first getting them on his side before anything else.

Ron pondered, keeping this plan in his heart.

After dealing with some of the current affairs, he would be able to go to the Halo Stars to find the Dark Angels and implement the relevant arrangements.

He remembered that there were many secrets and treasures in the Dark Angels' monastery-fortress, including several artifacts that were very helpful for the construction of the Webway.

Ron had just returned to the temporary Savior's Sanctuary when he received some intelligence from Holy Terra.

Now, the chaos caused by his coronation in the Throneworld of Holy Terra had been completely eliminated.

A new statue of the Hope Primarch Savior was erected, and the temporary coronation ceremony had already been held.

It could be said that he had smoothly taken over the Imperium's regime.

From now on, the light areas of the Imperium of Man and the dark areas that could currently be reached would be under his control.

When the Holy Spire project was implemented to a similar degree, more lost territory in the dark would be recovered, construction would be restored, and the impact of the Great Rift would be completely eliminated.

“This kid is decisive enough…”

Ron read the report sent by Grand Master of the Inquisition, Deville, and the secret reports from other informants, learning about the entire process of the Holy Terra purge operation.

The Grand Master of the Inquisition he appointed had cleaned up all existences that might hinder the new regime with thunderous force, eliminating possible future influences in one fell swoop.

This allowed his decrees as the Savior and Master of the Imperium to be smoothly communicated, and the subsequent reorganization of the political system became easier.

This purge operation was not reported in advance.

But Ron knew.

If Deville had reported it, he might not have been able to make this decision, and it would have affected his reputation.

He preferred to clean up slowly rather than create a lot of bloodshed.

But from the Imperium's point of view, Deville's decision was undoubtedly swift and correct, and it could minimize the impact and damage that the Imperial political system suffered during the reorganization period.

It prevented the lurking heretics and rebels from having the opportunity to organize resistance or interference.

After all, the operation of politics is not war; in many cases, killing people will not solve the problem, and the cost will be very high.

Such a quick and decisive solution was also a good thing.

Unfortunately, Deville, the Grand Master of the Inquisition, could no longer stay; he had to be punished to eliminate the impact.

Ron sent an order to Holy Terra.

He abolished Deville's position as High Lord, Head of the Inquisition Department, transferred him away from Holy Terra, and no longer participated in any affairs of the Throneworld.

For a high-ranking official of the Imperium, this was almost the greatest punishment other than the death penalty.

Unless one participated in rebellious actions and sacrificed a large number of lives, it would be possible to deprive a High Lord of power.

As for Deville himself, he would return to the Ordo Hereticus on Terra to serve as Grand Master of the Inquisition, secretly performing some surveillance tasks for the Savior and Master of the Imperium.

Moreover, the authority of the Inquisition Department of Holy Terra would be further reduced.

This would gradually relieve the high-pressure atmosphere on the Throneworld of Holy Terra, alleviate the tense emotions of administrative officials, so as not to form new influences from accumulated emotions.

After all, the Chaos Gods were still watching; long-term high pressure was more likely to cause corruption.

What's more, there were almost no opponents left on Holy Terra, and the Imperium completely belonged to him.

Related surveillance operations could also be slowed down and carried out in a more gentle form.

At this moment, Cotton, the head of the Steward family, Chief Steward of the Savior's Territory, and Ron's Hand, Bayeux, also set off from the Erse planetary palace district.

Heading to the Throneworld to take over power.

The loyal Steward of the Governor Grant family would step from the edge of the Imperium into the heart of the Imperium, officially becoming the Prime Minister of the Imperium.

When the Hope Primarch Savior and Master of the Imperium were not on Holy Terra, he would serve as Imperial Regent.

The Imperial government affairs would be under his management, second only to one person and above ten thousand.

From now on, Bayef became his idol—a legendary figure like Maggard, the Mageweaver Prime Minister, but with even greater power.

Because the Savior and Lord of the Empire basically didn't participate in political affairs, leaving it all to him.

This was an inevitable choice.

Ron had always understood why the Emperor didn't participate in political affairs and instead entrusted them to Maggard, because that feeling was truly wonderful.

Otherwise, forcing a warrior-type leader to sit on the throne all day, confined to Holy Terra, facing endless meetings and political affairs.

It would simply be a nightmare.

Of course, Ron wasn't a warrior-type leader, but a hands-off leader, only needing to firmly control the core management team.

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He was very fortunate to have his own "Maggard."

After Bayef took over as Prime Minister of the Empire, he would adjust the Empire's political system, and a large number of former political leaders from the Savior's territory would be transferred to Holy Terra.

To assume corresponding positions.

They would bring new changes to the Empire.

Due to multiple rounds of purges, the Empire's political system was now severely understaffed, even outside the Throne World.

So, those political officials from the Savior's territory were fortunate to be promoted and participate in the Empire's power operations.

That wasn't just a three-level promotion; it was a meteoric rise.

The students of the Ursus Progenitor Academy were even more fortunate. While the graduates of the Imperial Progenitor Academy were still toiling as "interns" or grunts after graduation.

Because they received new-style education, they were in management positions as soon as they graduated.

Those outstanding honors graduates, even because of the huge talent gap, had to rush to some departments to serve as heads as soon as they received their graduation certificates.

Even planetary governors.

Anyway, there was a shortage of people now. Even if you didn't want to, you had to. With the support of a complete political system, power, force, and tax incentives, even the worst would not be worse than the previous planetary governors.

At least, that's how the residents of the local planets felt.

What's more, they had been deeply involved in various departments for rotational learning during their studies at the Progenitor Academy.

Their abilities were not weak either.

It could be said that they were winning from the start as soon as they graduated. The food was fed to their mouths, and there was no situation of unemployment or difficulty finding a job after graduation.

It could only be said that these graduates of the Progenitor Academy had caught up with a good time.

In addition to some hereditary students, many talented students may have been children from ordinary families or poor people plowing sand in remote agricultural planets before entering school.

But after twenty years of study, they could become the Empire's elite fresh blood and the hope of the future.

Many people transformed into the Empire's managers and planetary governors.

And according to some policies of the Progenitor Academy, they could return to their original star systems or planets.

To build their hometowns.

This was what Ron had been insisting on doing, not hesitating to give the students more power and opportunities to display their talents.

So that the knowledge and wisdom they had worked hard to learn could be put to use.

He hoped to inject a new atmosphere into the decadent and stubborn Empire with the new-style education of the Progenitor Academy and the continuous flow of new talents.

In addition to the Progenitor Academy, the students of some specialized academies under its jurisdiction were also very popular because a large number of planets and regions needed to be restored and rebuilt.

After graduation, they would be snapped up by departments in various fields, rush to various star systems with the construction fleet to participate in work, and have good treatment.

Moreover, due to the opening of related webway routes, they could also take regular vacations to go home.

Unlike the former Empire, after leaving the planet and heading to the stars, it was difficult to have the possibility of returning.

Ron had a brief call with Bayef and didn't worry about the reorganization of the Imperial political system anymore.

He believed that the new Imperial Prime Minister could handle everything.

Ron ended the communication and sighed slightly: "The affairs on the Imperial regime's side can be considered a smooth transition, but there are still some troubles here…"

He walked out of the office with a frown and came to a temporary conference room.

"Old Khan, what is the situation in the Commorragh webway city now?"

As soon as Ron sat down, he inquired about the relevant information from the White Scars Primarch.

Now, White Scars Legion squads were traversing various areas of Commorragh, investigating the latest situation of the remaining demons in those places.

This was the current trouble—how to deal with the remaining Chaos demons in Commorragh.

If the number of remaining demons was large, then a large-scale army would have to be deployed to deal with it, which would undoubtedly cost more resources, lives, and time.

"This should be considered good news."

The Khan browsed the information gathered from various places and extracted important information:

"According to the news found by the White Scars reconnaissance units, except for the Lord of Pleasure's demon army, the rest of the main demon armies have retreated.

The only trouble is that the Lord of Pleasure's demon army has all dispersed and lurked into the buildings and webways of Commorragh…"

"Khan, this may be an even bigger trouble."

Tarkov, Savior's deputy and official of the Department of Military Affairs, frowned: "The Dark Eldar and related armed forces have all withdrawn, and the Lord of Pleasure's demons have taken the opportunity to penetrate into all parts of Commorragh.

They are more difficult to deal with than large-scale gathered demon armies.

It is extremely difficult for us to eliminate the demons in an area equivalent to a star sector, with extremely complex buildings, underground spaces, roads, and webway routes.

According to estimates, we may need several armies equivalent to the scale of the Apocalypse War and a long time to clean it up.

The time spent may be calculated in centuries, otherwise it will be difficult to purify and rebuild this webway city."

After listening to Tarkov's analysis, Ron's expression became even more solemn.

He clenched his fists and said hatefully: "It seems that the Lord of Pleasure wants to fight a guerrilla war with us and engage in a protracted war, and also occupy the advantage of the terrain!"

This may be the Lord of Pleasure's strategy, using the complex terrain advantages of the webway to hide demons, so that he, the Savior and Lord of the Empire, cannot occupy Commorragh.

Those demons were like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, launching attacks at any time using the webway terrain.

Making it difficult for him to promote the construction of the webway.

So many Lord of Pleasure demon armies were hiding in the webway, which could easily lead to new disasters.

Once the Lord of Pleasure finds a way to destroy Commorragh or attack the Redemption Satellite Zone through the ruins.

Then the great situation will be ruined!

What's more troublesome is that ordinary human armies are sent in, and it is difficult to deal with demons in various complex spaces.

But it is not realistic to send all Space Marines.

Even if the situation outside is ignored and all the Space Marines of the Empire are thrown into the Commorragh webway, it will be difficult to deal with all the demons in a short time.

Only large-scale investment, advancing little by little in the form of large legions, and cleaning up all the buildings and webways can drive out the remaining Lord of Pleasure demons.

Several armies of the scale of the Apocalypse War and hundreds of years were not an unbearable price for him and the Empire.

However, the current situation is that the Emperor cannot wait that long.

Ron needs to quickly use the Commorragh webway to seize resources to build the Holy Spire.

"Perhaps, the Orks can solve those demons?"

He thought of a way in his heart.

But he quickly rejected this decision. The overall intelligence of the Orks was not high, and it was difficult to chase the enemy in such a complex space, and they dropped spores everywhere.

He didn't want the Commorragh webway city to be full of green mushrooms. It would be a huge trouble to govern at that time.

It was still a question whether those lost Orks could be found back.

It was likely that small Ork tribes would form one after another in the complex webways, and it would also be a trouble to re-subdue and manage them.

He needed a huge, disciplined, capable of implementing complex tactical coordination, and remotely controlled army to carry out this cleanup mission.

After Ron sent out an inquiry message, he leaned tiredly on the chair and fell into silence.

The entire meeting also fell into silence.

They really didn't expect that after the victory of the Commorragh webway war, they would still face such a difficult and thorny situation.

Or an unsolvable situation.

…

Galaxy, somewhere in the wilderness of a planet's airspace.

Huge, towering like mountains, chitinous armored life forms that are almost endless are floating in the void.

The life form is more than forty kilometers long and nearly five kilometers wide, with more than a dozen sharp claws in front of it that can easily crush any battleship.

More tentacles grow on the head and mouthparts of this void behemoth, and its abyssal maw is enough to swallow an entire ship.

Countless horny webs on both sides of its body slowly slide, and the capillary blood tower connected to its abdomen is constantly drawing nutrients from the primitive planet below.

That is the Redemption Hive Ship.