War God Governor

Despite the ravages of war in the capital region of Sara, the city government building, the governor's office, and the New Saint Sophia Cathedral remain remarkably well-preserved. These longitudinally rectangular buildings, with their pointed, high domes, are quite different from the semi-domed houses of the Sara immigrants.

Prior to this, only the most powerful and wealthy, or both, of Mara Sara were allowed to enter the governor's office.

Within days of the arrival of the new Governor- Sara, Mr. Pulaier, the young and capable gentleman from Tarsonis immediately began to address the corruption and malfeasance within the Governor-General's office and its subordinate agencies.

This airborne governor of unknown origin quickly gained the trust of the commanders of the capital region's garrison and militia organizations, and took control of these military organizations.

Following this, Governor Pulaier swiftly executed a number of Confederacy officials who had committed serious crimes and promoted his cronies from the grassroots. Before the Omega Squadron and the Revolutionary Army landed, he had effectively taken control of the administrative and military power of Mar- Sara.

It is said that Governor Pulaier executed hundreds of corrupt Confederacy officials, shooting twenty every ten minutes, and those executed were simultaneously declared traitors and apostates. At the same time, the criminal gangs that had been entrenched in the capital district were also eradicated.

If the fear instilled by the Xenomorphs hadn't shattered the will of the Mar- Sara people, and if the Omega Squadron hadn't invaded Mar- Sara in front of the Zerg, stripping him of the powers due to a governor, then this exceptionally capable governor would likely have been able to easily control the situation.

However, after the vanguard of the Revolutionary Army arrived in the capital region, the ruthless and capable governor of Ma Sara quickly surrendered. He declared that his surrender was not out of fear or cowardice, but simply to seek a glimmer of hope for the people trapped in Ma Sara.

Augustus arrived at Governor Mara Sara's office that afternoon, having traveled a long way, and met with the young governor, who was believed to have offended someone and was thus sent to the vast insect horde.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Augustus Mengsk, the leader of this Confederacy Resistance Army." Augustus hurried through the courtyard of the governor's office, which was filled with rare and exotic plants, and met Governor Pulaier, who had been waiting for him, behind a door made of a single piece of Cha- Sara sunwood. -- After Cha- Sara was completely destroyed, this door would surely be priceless.

"How should I address you, Governor or Commander?"

Governor Mara Sara, opposite Augustus, was an unusual Asian man with short black hair and dark pupils, and appeared to be around thirty years old. Governor Pulaier wore a sharp blue suit, was not tall, only slightly taller Kerrigan, but had a straight back and sharp eyes. The governor's face was long, making him look much younger than his actual age.

While waiting for Augustus, Pulaier was eating. These past few days, the city of Mar- Sara was filled with refugees, and the former governor of Mar- Sara had taken almost all the property in the government warehouses with him when he fled. Pulaier had been barely surviving on canned food and bread provided by the militiamen who were still loyal to him.

Even so, the governor, who was clearly of extraordinary birth, still prepared luncheon meat, ham, Kos meat, and stewed mushrooms for Augustus. The textile tablecloths and silver cutlery left by the previous governor were arranged in perfect accordance with the elaborate etiquette standards of the Tarsonis nobility, Augustus to believe that the other party was at least a minor nobleman who frequented the social circles of the Old Families.

Given that the Zerg typically use spores to spread Creep and infect, Augustus, along with his followers Raynor and Kerrigan, frequently frowned upon seeing mushrooms.

"I am merely an obscure governor... I have my own insights into commanding troops, but I am not qualified to be called a commander by a marshal." Governor Pulaier invited Augustus soon as he met him, and the latter readily accepted the invitation.

"There are not many people left in this city. The Omega Squadron has driven most of them to the wilderness. I only have a few thousand militiamen and tens of thousands of civilians who follow me," he said.

"People who know me always say that my greatest strength is that I rarely make mistakes, so my superiors are always happy to give me thankless tasks. I've already declared my allegiance to you. Anyway, call me whatever you like."

"The best general is always the one who makes the fewest mistakes," Augustus. "The governor."

In his memory, this player-controlled commander was a super-strong man who kicked the Zerg, fought the Confederacy head-on, and ultimately led his men to invade Tarsonis, an invincible war god.

"The leader of the Korhal Revolutionary Army and the Sons of Korhal, the successor of the Mengsk Dynasty. From the Pridewater to Taradorn, from Valhalla to Tarsonis, your name is known to all. In Tarsonis, it is widely rumored among the Old Families that you have already ascended the throne in Umojan and been crowned the new emperor," Pulaier then Augustus.

"Even if half of the rumors the Confederacy has about me are true, my military might has already been aimed at Tarsonis." Augustus said with a smile as he sat down opposite Pulaier Player.

"Sir, you should be well aware of the false propaganda the Confederacy has spread against us," he said. "I've heard you're an enlightened person and shouldn't believe the UNN's slander against us."

"I have never heard of any desire to become emperor. It is simply unbelievable. In this day and age, how could anyone want to go against the tide of history and turn back the clock? It is precisely because the Old Families of the Confederacy is already the de facto royal family that they are afraid that I will usurp their position." Augustus also puzzled as to how the rumors of his desire to become emperor came about.

It now seems that such rumors circulated only within the small social circles of the Tarsonis nobles. Similarly, the rumors about Augustus have become increasingly demonized, with some claiming he was a powerful Psionics who manipulated people's minds with telekinesis, while others claim that Augustus possessed a neurotoxin capable of enslaving people's thoughts.

In short, as Augustus achieved a series of victories in the outer star systems, those in the Confederacy who hated him more hated him more, and those who respected him loved him more.

"It's precisely because they're afraid I'll do that that they're going to use every word they can to slander me," he said finally, taking a perfectly roasted piece of beef from a plate on the table.

"Governor, we don't have time to eat now. Mar- Sara is full of hideous alien beasts and Confederacy soldiers, and there are also aliens of unknown origin preparing to bombard this place, hoping to roast us alive."

Augustus spoke, he opened his arms to Governor Pulaier, unbuttoned his cloak, revealing the crisp, dark gray military uniform beneath. During this process, the golden wolf head insignia on Augustus's uniform became particularly striking.

Behind him, Raynor and Kerrigan stood at attention behind his chair; the former watched the former Confederacy governor warily, while the latter gathered up Augustus's crimson cloak that he had taken off.

"Only when you're well-fed will you have the strength to fight the enemy, Marshal Augustus."

"Never before have any person received so many titles as you: demon, warlord, wandering tyrant, demagogue, and source of heresy." Pulaier was very respectful to Augustus, but his words did not sound like praise.

"So, what do you think of me?" Augustus took the governor in front of him quite seriously.

"Of course, you are not any of the kinds of people they describe," Pulaier said, looking at Augustus. "In fact, you embody every fantasy I have about integrity and greatness. The Confederacy has abandoned everyone here, and only you have risked being caught between two alien forces to come and rescue us."

"You're just too young, really too young. I never expected you to be so young."

"I would take this as a compliment," Augustus. "Governor, what is your opinion on these two aliens who suddenly appeared in the Sara System?"

"To be honest, before coming here I thought aliens didn't exist at all, that it was all just a bunch of kidding. But the truth is they really do exist, and they're much more powerful than us, much more powerful than humans. I'm afraid only the legendary Earth Federation could deal with them; the humans in the Koprulu Sector are just a small colony," Governor Pulaier said.

"The Zerg are products of the Confederacy's biological laboratories. They thought these monsters were just some independent species living in a few star systems, but they didn't expect their population to be spread throughout the universe. The Protoss, on the other hand, are the gardeners who maintain order in the universe. Their task is to eliminate the Zerg and other species that they consider to be over-evolved." He said, munching on the food on the table.

Although the table setting was quite elegant, the former Confederacy governor, despite his distinguished status, ate far from gracefully. His mouth was stuffed with food, and he appeared quite hungry.

I heard that before the Revolutionary Army arrived, the governor had been distributing the little food left in the governor's mansion to the refugees, while he himself ate very little.

In Tarsonis, only the cunning and shrewd survive the power struggles of politics, while the honest and selfless are often marginalized. Governor Pulaier was undoubtedly a capable man, but his arrival in Mar- Sara seemed more like the result of a political battle.

Because no one would consider going to a monster-infested, borderland planet at this time a lucrative job. If serving as governor of a poor sector was previously considered an exile, then going to the alien-infested Mar- Sara would be nothing short of suicide.

Moreover, the only Confederacy armed force in the system Omega Squadron, completely ignored Governor Pulaier, with only the militia supporting him. Almost all Confederacy transport ships had evacuated Mar- Sara, and the Confederacy had even abandoned a new governor there.

Therefore, it is highly likely that he was sent to take the blame for the former governor, Mar- Sara, because he had offended someone.

"The Zerg have lost their way on the path of evolution, so the Protoss are rushing to eliminate them."

"This is getting closer to the truth," Augustus. "What I can tell you is that the Zerg that arrived at Mar- Sara is just one of their countless swarms. There are dozens of other Zerg hives even larger Jormungand Brood, and Protoss Fleets like this are still not the only ones among them."

"Governor, the Confederacy is only concerned with protecting its own core regions while turning a blind eye to the devastation of the outer star systems," he said.

"I can't imagine what the people of Mara Sara would do without you..." The governor had already devoured the entire table by the time Augustus had swallowed a few pieces of meat.

"You are a very upright man," Augustus nodded. "For these people you have never met, you did not hesitate to betray the Confederacy ... and collude with the rebels."

"Isn't that what you did Augustus?" The governor and Augustus exchanged a smile.

When Governor Mara Sara took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, Augustus stood up, and everyone present knew that the small gathering was over.

"Let's go, Governor, there's no need to stay in this governor's mansion any longer. Let's go to the airport," Augustus said to Pulaier. "After we leave, Ma Sara will surely face the same fate as Cha Sara."

"What do you need me to do? Should I serve as your military clerk or civil officer? Or, I can start from the lowest rank of private?" The governor wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

"No, to be more precise, I want you to be the commander of the unit," Augustus. "From now on, I will draw the most elite troops from each legion and division to form a special tactical unit, specifically for dealing with aliens, with an initial strength of about ten thousand men."

After talking for so long, Augustus now certain that he was indeed Governor Mar- Sara, because his predecessors had all been utterly incompetent. Compared to them, Governor Pulaier was practically the pride of the Confederacy.

"Are you serious?" The governor was clearly taken aback. This surprise did not stem from the fact that he was to command an army, but from his incomprehension of why Augustus would trust him so much after only exchanging a few words with him.

This trust both moved and puzzled him; the governor could think of no other explanation than Augustus's discerning eye.

"I was just an administrative staff member before, and becoming governor was a forced appointment," he said. "If you want me to lead an army, then it should be after I have won many battles to prove my ability... but I have never led any army other than the militia."

"I believe in your abilities." Before leaving the governor's office, Augustus's gaze lingered on the Cha- Sara sunwood door leading to the office.

"Since we're leaving anyway, we might as well take all the valuables with us." He gave the order, "Have Faraday take some men and knock on the door."

"This sounds no different from banditry," said Governor Pulaier.

"I don't lack money, but the revolution does," Augustus. "I remember there's a church nearby; the people there are the richest."

"You're not really going to do that, are you?" Raynor grinned slyly. Most of the time, these people were quite devout in their faith in God. But the church in Mar- Sara came from a sect that had broken away from other branches of Christianity. They believed in a local deity rather than God himself, making them, in a sense, pagans.

"You know what I'm thinking," Augustus. "Anyway, the monks have all run away long ago."

"You're a real villain," Raynor said with a laugh. "Religions these days are getting more and more chaotic. According to the investigation, there are still people in Mar- Sara who believe in aliens... both Zerg and Protoss. Some people are even welcoming aliens with open arms."

"They are always obsessed with things they don't understand; ultimately, what they believe in is power itself."

"Marshal, a Confederacy base called Jacob Base is calling for help. The Confederacy troops there have sworn that if we save them, they will switch allegiance to us." At that moment, Kerrigan suddenly received a report from the Marshal's command through her headset.

"Look, it's time for you to show your skills, Governor. The victory you've been waiting for has arrived."

"I will immediately deploy the nearest Raynor's Raiders units," Raynor said.

"No, you only need to follow my militia." The governor straightened his suit. "I will prove your judgment right."

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