Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

The tin robot Moss looked excitedly in the direction of the door, only to find that it was empty.

"Master?" Moss's electronic voice deepened, filled with inexplicable sadness.

Since the establishment of Green Wave Farm, it has been responsible for the management of the farm and has never stepped out.

But in the endless years that passed, the owner never came to see the results of its work.

Moss stood there stunned, the spray nozzle in his hand still spraying pesticide.

A gust of wind blew over, and the sprayed pesticide was carried back by the wind and hit Moss.

Sizzle!

Electric sparks erupted from the short circuit on Moss's body, but it didn't seem to notice anything.

If the short circuit is allowed to continue, it will most likely "die" due to component short circuit.

But at this moment, it fell into a strange loop and couldn't react at all.

Snapped--

The sky behind Moss turned dark.

Suddenly, a large piece of board fell down, revealing a cold steel wall.

"It's the damn mimicry panel No. 613 again!"

Moss hurriedly put down the sprayer and ran to the place where the mimic panel fell. He wanted to repair the mimic panel quickly.

It came to the side of Mimic Panel No. 613, and two slender robot hands stretched out from its back to repair the panel.

"How many times has Mimic Panel 613 fallen off?" Moss thought as he repaired it.

The mechanical brain immediately called up the prepared data, 4567 times!

Oh, damn Mimicry Panel 613!

As a farm robot, it's Moss's job to maintain the farm.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will continue to work at Green Wave Farm.

Repairing that damn mimicry panel, waiting for the owner he has never met to come and accept the work.

In the void of Green Wave Farm, a psychic sign was slowly flashing. It was a teleportation beacon.

——

The spire bedroom in Wangting District.

hiss!

Ron woke up suddenly with a splitting headache!

"Ah! Sir?" The worried voices of the maids came to my ears.

"What's wrong with you!"

Linda was shocked and urged: "Call the pharmacist quickly!"

"No need to scream, I'm fine"

Ron knew that there was nothing wrong with him, it was just a side effect of his consciousness being withdrawn from subspace.

The feeling came and went quickly, and I recovered immediately.

Ron ordered the maids to leave, and he walked to the balcony to feel the warm sunshine.

At this moment, there was a smile on his lips, and the gloom in his heart was gone.

Found a way to break the situation!

He found a farm left over from the golden age in a space ship in the subspace.

That farm not only has relevant planting technology and seeds, but also a golden age robot!

That's the real treasure!

As for the imperial taboos and prohibition on the use of intelligent machines, Ron didn't care about that much. The empire had no control over him.

As long as you use it within a reasonable range, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Even if there is a risk, it is in the distant future.

What he has to do now is to use every means to improve his strength and survive first.

During this trip to the subspace, no powerful weapons or holy relics were found, but there were solutions to the food problem and robots from the golden age, which were also huge gains.

Wait until we get back the planting technology of the golden age, plus the help of robots.

It can establish farms on a large scale and solve the problem of food shortage.

The key now is, how to get those treasures back?

Fortunately, before Ron ran out of energy, he left a teleportation beacon on the farm.

As long as he has enough hope, he can activate Little Sun's teleportation ability, go to the farm through the teleportation gate, and move things back!

Therefore, the top priority is to find a place to place the psychic core and absorb the power of hope from the people!

As for the location, Ron has already thought about it.

"Carter!" Ron shouted.

"yes!"

Captain Carter of the Royal Guards came in in response. His nearly 2.5-meter tall body was extremely oppressive. Even Ron, who was 1.8 meters tall, had to raise his head to see the opponent's face.

But it was impossible for Carter to behave in such a disrespectful manner. He stood in front of Ron and half-knelt down to accept the order: "Mr. Governor!"

Every time Ron saw Carter, he felt that he was a good candidate to become a Space Marine. If there was a chance in the future, he would have to hire a team of Space Marines as a bodyguard.

In the world of Warhammer 40K, Space Marines are the only card.

Ron put the complicated thoughts behind and concentrated on solving the problem at hand.

"Follow me to the Sacred Square!"

"Okay, sir!" Carter looked determined. After accepting the order, he turned around and went out to prepare.

Ron must have a strict security plan every time he travels to ensure his safety.

After all, the Homan family wants to kill him all the time. I don't know how many assassins have been sent out for this. It's better to be careful.

Soon, under Carter's arrangement, Ron took a special suspended vehicle to the Sacred Square.

After getting out of the car, Ron ordered Carter and other guards to guard the surrounding areas, while he walked under the statue of the God Emperor in the center of the square and looked up at the majestic giant.

It was once a sacred and solemn symbol, but now it is in dilapidated condition.

Despite this, it still exudes an aura of majesty that evokes a sense of awe.

This is where Ron chose to place the psychic core.

With the Holy Icon of the God Emperor as the origin, the energy of the psychic core can radiate and cover most of the territory.

Ron put his hand on the base of the icon and used his consciousness to communicate with the little sun in the subspace.

He would build a secret passage between the subspace and reality, and let the little sun place the psychic core into the statue.

In the subspace, the little sun's light became brighter and brighter, and waves of fluctuations spread, setting off a psychic storm.

The violent oscillation of psychic fluctuations caused changes in space.

Snap——

The void in front of the little sun shattered like glass, revealing an irregular crack.

The head of a statue of the God Emperor could be vaguely seen through the crack.

The passage was established!

Then a small light split out from the sphere of the little sun, which was the psychic core it split out.

The psychic core will be stationed in reality as an anchor point to absorb positive emotions within the coverage range for the little sun, which is what Ron called the power of hope.

The psychic core like a ball of light quickly sank into the head of the statue of the God Emperor and settled down completely.

After that, the channel connecting to reality was closed, and only an invisible psychic line connected the psychic core and the little sun.

Ron vaguely felt that he had a connection with the statue.

In addition to being able to absorb the power of hope, he can also transfer some people's worship of the God Emperor to himself.

"Finally done!"

The whole process took only a few seconds, but Ron felt his body was hollowed out.

"Governor!"

"Call for support!"

When Ron's consciousness returned to reality, he found that there was a circle of guards around him, and Carter even deployed a shield to completely cover himself, airtight.

It turned out that the moment Ron communicated with the little sun, Carter sensed the danger and quickly protected him.

As the captain of the governor's guard, Carter would rather sacrifice himself than allow himself to make the same mistake!

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

After strict investigation and confirmation of safety, Carter let everyone disperse and continued to strengthen the surrounding vigilance.

Ron followed the filaments in the void and felt the existence of the psychic core.

Now he can continue to absorb the power of hope!

When he absorbs enough power, he can activate the little sun's teleportation ability to send him to the farm of the space ship!

Ron took a look. If the power of hope generated by an ordinary person at a time is 1 point, then the power of hope required to activate the teleportation ability is 200,000 points!

The gap in the power of hope is a bit large, but he is not worried, after all, there are millions of people in the territory!

Ron controls the psychic core and absorbs the power of hope in the entire territory.

144 points?

He was stunned.

The power of hope is so scarce.

Ron can only feel the confusion, fear, and helplessness of the people, who are wailing in pain!

The darkness is encroaching, and endless despair is shrouding the sky above the territory. Where is there hope?

What to do?