Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 290 - 291: The Savior — Devout Faithful, Do You Want a Titan?

Chapter 290 - 291: The Savior — Devout Faithful, Do You Want a Titan?

Five years later.

On the dark side of the Imperium, ocean world — Fara.

Fara had almost no landmass, with endless oceans wrapping around the entire planet.

It was a treasure trove.

Vast schools of fish provided an inexhaustible supply of marine resources.

In the past, Fara traded endless quantities of fish meat to the Imperium in exchange for military protection.

Along with trade from nearby star systems...

It became prosperous, maintaining a higher standard of living compared to the rest of the Imperium.

However, with the arrival of the Great Rift, Fara lost contact with the outside world.

Because nearly all local resources had been invested into constructing enormous fishing platforms — each the size of a city...

Its defenses were left woefully inadequate.

Without the protection of the Imperium, it struggled to resist the forces of Chaos.

Fortunately, during the early days, there were no large-scale invasions.

Although cultists would occasionally cause trouble, they could still be suppressed — for a time.

As the years passed, the cultists grew bolder, even summoning terrifying abominations not native to this world.

Fara fell into a desperate situation.

They lacked weapons and the means to produce them — makeshift harpoons and fish cannons were no match for the hideous monsters.

All they had were piles of rare and delicious fish meat.

One by one, the fishing platforms fell.

Even the Sacred Sea, revered by the Faran fishermen, had grown furious.

Storms raged and waves towered toward the sky.

Fishing Platform 658/13 stood firm like a vigilant sentinel, withstanding wave after wave of crashing tempests.

Each impact made the entire platform shudder.

It was one of the largest fishing platforms on Fara, a vital production base for the planet...

And also a massive city — the heart of Fara.

It housed nearly a billion people.

Now, under the relentless attacks of cultists and abominations, the core city of Fara teetered on the brink.

At the platform's center...

A towering golden sun and statue of the Savior stood firm against the storm.

It radiated a gentle light.

"Oh great and merciful Savior, your faithful pray for deliverance..."

A local priest, braving the storm with the people, followed the rites from the Book of Salvation.

Many bore wounds — scars from battles against cultists and abominations.

But they still clung to the ceremony, hoping one day to earn the Savior's grace and be delivered.

A rugged, scarred man clad in hardened fish-leather armor knelt before the statue of the Savior.

He prayed devoutly.

He was Fara's Ocean Lord.

Two years ago...

Amidst the suffering, a vessel arrived on Fara.

It was the first ship to reach the planet since the Great Rift. The people were ecstatic.

The Ocean Lord personally went to greet it.

But to their shock...

It was not a ship of the Imperium — it was an ancient pilgrimage ship that had set out from Fara centuries ago.

Now, in a miraculous journey, it had returned through the Warp storms of the dark side.

And it brought the Book of Salvation — and hope.

The pilgrims spoke in feverish tones to the Lord and the people, telling them of a sacred world...

And its immense power.

A Savior, dispatched by the Holy God-Emperor, had transformed that world — making it a core site of the state religion.

The might of that Savior — that Living Saint — was indisputable.

And he was willing to grant protection to any world that showed faith and loyalty to the Golden Sun and the Savior.

To Fara, it was a lifeline.

When the Ocean Lord performed the rituals described in the Book of Salvation and personally felt the divine presence of the Golden Sun and the Savior...

He surrendered himself without question to their embrace.

He worked tirelessly to craft a statue of the Golden Sun and Savior according to the specifications in the holy text...

He offered his worship.

And spread the faith to every citizen of Fara.

Now, the people prayed daily — faithfully, desperately, hoping for the salvation and protection foretold in the book.

Over time, some began to receive responses — blessings.

This only fueled their fervor.

The Ocean Lord was filled with hope. His faith was absolute.

He possessed a holy artifact brought back by the pilgrims — a device blessed by the Golden Sun and etched with sacred runes.

This world held many relics — the bones of powerful beings, bloodstains, fragments of armor, ancient tech remnants...

Even a contract from long ago could become an object of worship.

The Tech-priests would fall to their knees before an ancient boltgun with a Machine Spirit, praising it to appease its soul...

So it wouldn't jam during battle.

But the Ocean Lord's relic was even more special.

It was a techno-artifact made of gold and stone, covered in runes...

It emitted light without any external energy source.

When carried, it even shielded the bearer from maddening whispers.

According to the revelations in the Book of Salvation...

When the faithful lit up all the runes with their prayers and faith, this world would earn the Savior's blessing and protection.

At the same time, they would be granted access to the holy world forged by the Savior, where they could request aid.

Now, the relic was about to fully activate.

Amidst the storm, the people once again completed their rites as usual.

Hummm—

The final rune lit up, and ripples of energy spread out.

At the same moment...

The statue of the Savior seemed to respond, radiating a brilliant and warm light.

Everyone present felt the divinity.

Even in the bone-chilling wind, their hearts were filled with a warmth beyond words.

"Praise the Savior!"

The priest fell to his knees, exalting the greatness of the Savior with the others.

The Ocean Lord could not hide his joy — their loyalty and faith had been recognized.

More importantly, Fara had been granted access — they could now communicate with the holy world.

They would receive salvation!

The Ocean Lord eagerly activated the relic.

He finally entered the long-inaccessible "Market of Salvation."

In the virtual display, he saw the resource list that the holy world could provide.

It was staggering.

Everything he could imagine was listed.

"G-God... A Sacred Titan?"

The Ocean Lord was speechless. Of course he knew of the legend of the Sacred Titans — the Imperium's mightiest land weapons.

Their massive size and unmatched firepower could annihilate all heresy.

These tales had been passed down through his family.

His ancestors had once witnessed the destructive power of a Titan — from afar — during a battle.

The holy world listed two types of Titans: the 80-meter tall Warlord-class Redeemer I and the 100-meter Emperor-class Redeemer II.

There were no smaller models — it wasn't cost-effective. Better to build more of the big ones.

Go big, or go home — Titan battlegroups only!

The Ocean Lord checked the number of available Titans for aid and rubbed his eyes.

Was he seeing things?

"By the Emperor... E-Eight hundred Sacred Titans?!"

The awe-inspiring image of the Titans nearly stunned him speechless.

He couldn't comprehend it.

Since when were Sacred Titans displayed like commodities, freely browsable?

Titans were sacred treasures.

Some Forge Worlds built entire sanctuaries around one Titan.

Only the most honored guests could hope to lay eyes on them.

Otherwise, they could only be seen in the fiercest of battles.

To witness one was a tale worthy of generations.

Yet most mortals who saw a Titan... rarely survived the encounter.

In the Market of Salvation, the Titan count was dropping.

Proof that other worlds were summoning them!

The Ocean Lord took a deep breath.

He steadied his emotions and continued scrolling with trembling hands.

Titans were beyond his reach.

Fara's loyalty and resource rating weren't high enough to summon one.

He found something else — over 3,000 Imperial Knights were available.

And ready for immediate deployment!

It was just as shocking.

Knights also held a revered status in the Imperium.

The noble houses and pilots were legendary — some pilots became myths.

But that was the Imperium.

The great Savior had turned them into wholesale stock.

Of course, the pilots were still treated well — elite troops in the Storm Army vied for the chance to pilot one.

Who wouldn't want a giant mecha?

Now the Ocean Lord truly grasped the holy world's unmatched might.

And he was filled with hope.

Fara could be saved!

He scrolled through the densely packed list in the Market of Salvation.

Ground vehicles and artillery included: super-heavy tanks, atmospheric fighters, heavy Sentinel mechs, massive artillery, etc.

For firearms: boltguns for mortals, plasma guns, meltaguns, all kinds of machine guns...

Even melee weapons — chainswords, and power armor with force-feedback systems!

And a wealth of survival supplies, engineering support, and more.

The Ocean Lord's blood surged. These were resources he was eligible to request!

Suddenly, he noticed a specially marked section at the top of the page.

He clicked — it was a strange, bone-like missile.

"Sacred Ash Bomb — Daemon Slayer — A Warm Gift from the Savior?"

The list stated this was a special aid item.

If a world suffered an incursion by a powerful Daemon Prince, they could apply to use it — for free.

That clause was Eden's special request.

Now that the domain was fully engaged in the war between humanity and Chaos...

Only high-value worlds and campaigns could attract Daemon Princes.

And such targets were worthy of the Savior's warm greeting — weakening Chaos wherever possible.

The Ocean Lord didn't know what a Daemon Prince was.

But his family's ancient texts spoke of taboo demons.

Perhaps they meant this?

He didn't dwell on it.

He submitted Fara's current status, population, and resources — officially requesting aid. freёwebnoѵel.com

His request was approved almost instantly — visible to the naked eye.

He received a credit allowance from the holy world.

He could freely select aid resources within the budget.

The cost — signing a resource supply contract.

From now on, Fara would supply unique local resources to the holy world periodically, within reason.

Once the debt was repaid, they could engage in regular trade — to obtain resources and protection.

With the approved credit, the Ocean Lord carefully selected a batch of armaments:

Several super-heavy tanks, heavy aircraft, over fifty heavy Sentinel mechs, various light and heavy artillery...

And over a hundred thousand firearms of various types.

Meltaguns were expensive — he bought just over a hundred and a few meltacannons.

He also purchased thirty force-feedback power armor suits and matching bolt and melee weapons for his honor guard.

This loadout would make any Planetary Defense Force weep with envy.

After the selection...

He marked the delivery point — the grand plaza near the Savior's statue.

Soon, the relic popped out a notification: delivery in fifteen days. Please wait patiently.

He was dumbfounded.

So fast?

It was an interstellar delivery, after all!

"Can it really be done?"

He had doubts — the promise seemed impossible.

But remembering the Savior's power and how the holy world returned the pilgrimage ship from the far reaches of space...

He felt reassured.

"People of Fara, the Savior has blessed us! A mighty shipment of arms is on its way! Our salvation is near!"

He declared the news before the statue of the Golden Sun and Savior.

With those weapons, they could finally repel the cultists' increasing assaults.

Fara would not fall!

In the days that followed...

The Ocean Lord and the people of Fara awaited the aid shipment with great anticipation.

During that time, he personally led the most experienced fishermen on a perilous expedition...

To capture rare sea delicacies — including a multi-meter-long Star-Scale Bream, whose transparent flesh shimmered like starlight.

Its taste was exquisite, with beauty-enhancing properties.

It had once been a coveted luxury among the Imperium's nobles.

These were offerings — holy tributes to the great Savior, the Living Saint — from the people of Fara.

But as the delivery date drew near...

Disaster struck.

The cultists suddenly launched a fierce assault — with more abominations created via cruel blood sacrifices.

They breached multiple defensive lines in quick succession.

They were now almost upon Fara's final line of defense. If it fell...

The nearly one billion citizens would have nowhere to run.

Finally, the day of the aid delivery arrived.

The Ocean Lord and his guards gathered at the plaza before the Savior's statue, anxiously waiting.

They had just returned from the front lines — still stained in blood.

They desperately needed those weapons to support the defense.

But as time passed...

There was no trace of any vessel in the stormy skies — the plaza remained empty.

The people's hearts sank.

If the weapons didn't arrive soon, they wouldn't hold out.

Even if they did arrive... it might be too late.

BOOM—

A massive roar echoed in the distance.

"Milord! The—The front line is broken!"

A scout lowered his scope and shouted to those on the plaza.

"What did you say?!"

The Ocean Lord reeled — the news hit him like a hammer.

He grabbed the scope and looked toward the defenses.

In his sights...

A massive five- to six-meter-tall abomination burst through the breach, howling at the sky.

Then more abominations and cultist hordes followed — heading straight for the Savior's statue!

Fara had lost its last line of defense...

The unarmed citizens would face the full horror of the abominations.

This time, the cultist leader — the Grand Priest of the Evil Eye — had meticulously prepared the assault.

He used the bones and blood of nearly a hundred thousand sacrifices to summon Chaos Eggs of immense power...

And led tens of thousands of Chaos beasts in a sudden strike on the weakest point.

These horrors were beyond what mortal flesh could withstand.

The Chaos Eggs, immune to regular fire, quickly tore through the lines.

They massacred Fara's warriors.

Now, the cultist army was charging at terrifying speed.

The Evil Eye Grand Priest stood atop a Chaos Egg, almost merging with it.

He looked coldly toward the statue from afar and sneered:

"Weak, nameless god — unfit to challenge the greatness of the Evil Eye Lord..."

Today, he would destroy the statue, desecrate it, and extinguish the last hope of Fara!

Then, he would claim this bountiful world.

The Ocean Lord fell into despair — the situation was beyond saving.

They would not survive long enough for the aid to arrive.

Even if it did, it would fall into the hands of the cultists.

He gathered every warrior who could fight — tens of thousands assembled at the plaza.

Forming a wall of flesh and blood.

They looked at the incoming cultists and abominations with fear in their eyes.

But they had to fight — to buy time for the rest of Fara.

The Ocean Lord and his guards stood among them, ready to meet their end.

If they fell, his descendants would organize a new defense.

And if they too failed, they would lead the survivors into the Sacred Sea...

Carrying a spark of Fara's legacy.

As the warriors smelled the foul stench of the abominations and prepared for their final charge—

"Oh great and merciful Savior, we beg you to descend with salvation — save the people of Fara!"

Some priests, refusing to flee, knelt before the statue of the Savior, praying with all their might.

Their foreheads bled from their fervent kowtowing — blood washed away by the rain.

With their cries...

The storm vanished in an instant!

The priests and warriors looked up...

And what they saw in the sky made them gasp.

A colossal shadow descended from the heavens, so massive it blotted out the storm—

(End of Chapter)

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