Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 455: The Savior: Hit Him with a Heavy Punch!
When the great figure appeared before him, Mortarion began to stutter.

I could hardly even speak.

For ten thousand years, he thought he could be braver when facing that being.

But my body's instinct is reminding me to obey.

That was the connection between blood, and he had never gotten rid of the majesty from his father.

This fallen Primarch, Lord of Death, had become obedient the moment the Emperor appeared.

He even forgot to escape.

"Motarion, my son."

The Emperor came before the Fallen Primarch, his unnatural voice full of indifference, but his eyes still contained some disappointment and anger:
"Why on earth have you become like this?"

In the past, he would never say such a thing.

But under the influence of the Savior, the human emperor became more compassionate.

This warmth may disappear at any time when it clashes with the cold divinity.

"Father, I..."

Mortarion choked, tears glistening in his eyes for no apparent reason.

The Fallen Primarch suddenly realized that this was the first time the Emperor had called him son, and not any other name.

He is asking Himself as a Father, not as a ruler.

For a moment, Mortarion didn't know how to answer this question, how to explain his own fall.

The evil energy in his body surged, and illusions of his pre-corruption appeared in his mind.

That was the threat and persecution from the evil god Nurgle.

The Death Guard are suffering terribly.

He was imprisoned alone in Barbaros, struggling in the pain of failure.

The fallen Primarch once again experienced the despair and helplessness that no one could save him.

Including the father.

"That's not what I want, nor is it what I would degenerate into..."

Mortarion’s face became distorted, his eyes were filled with grief and anger, and even a hint of hatred: “My offspring is suffering, there is no other way, I can only do this.

No one came to help me, no one, not even you, my hypocritical father!

If you could have..."

Snapped!
Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the face by a psychic punch, and the twisted fangs in his mouth flew out.

"coward!"

The Emperor grabbed Mortarion at some point and gave him several blows:

"Is this the reason why you betrayed me?
An excuse for selfishness and cowardice, your will is wavering, you have lost your loyalty to humanity, and you don't even have the courage to draw your sword against the enemy.

You disappoint me.”

"I...I didn't!"

Mortarion covered his face, looking miserable.

He seemed to be poked in a sore spot and struggled to escape by transforming into a ball of illusory yellow mist.

But before he could run far, he was stopped.

Looking at the fallen Primarch, the Emperor grew more and more angry, like a volcano about to erupt.

A fierce gathering of divine light was a sign of attack.

The emperor...pulled out his belt!

"Do not……"

Accompanied by the tremor of space.

Mortarion was hit by the continuous attack of fatherly love and let out a terrible cry.

He was in great pain, his corrupted limbs and black devil wings were torn apart, purified, and covered with wounds.

Guilliman watched this scene with lingering fear.

Anyway, it was still a bit scary to see my brother eating fried bamboo shoots with meat in front of me with his belt torn.

Even if you haven't done anything wrong.

What's more, the father has always been strong, and now he is so powerful that he has almost no power to resist.

He vaguely remembered the scene when Lorgar was forced to kneel before the Emperor.

In fact, if the Emperor had not been restrained by the Webway, he would have been able to suppress all the Primarchs and prevent the rebellion from happening.

At this moment, somewhere far away.

"Fake... Isn't he imprisoned in the Golden Throne? Why is he here?!"

The Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim seemed to be terrified and ran away desperately, without any of his usual elegance.

Even if her makeup was smudged, she didn't dare to stop and touch up.

Even if it was betrayal, the Primarchs did not dare to face the majesty of the Emperor, except for the former Warmaster Horus.

As for why Fugen ran so fast?
He knew that if the Emperor or his father saw him in this state, his fate would be even worse than Mortarion's!

Anyway, he slipped away, all the way to the palace in the realm of Slaanesh.

It's no longer safe here. I'm afraid even the Lord of Pleasure can't protect himself. The best thing to do is to leave immediately.

what! ! !
Another scream was heard from Mortarion.

This frightened Fugen so much that he almost cried, feeling a bit like a rabbit dying and a fox mourning.

He ran faster, wishing he had more legs.

hum~
Guilliman looked up and found that his father had appeared in front of him at some point, staring at him with eyes shining with white light.

He swallowed and said, "Father?"

The Primarch was trying to figure out if he had done anything wrong. His father wouldn't even hit him, would he?
"sword."

The Emperor's rage seemed to have not yet subsided, and his voice was filled with anger.

Guilliman subconsciously handed over the holy sword that originally belonged to his father.

After that, he saw the Emperor holding the Holy Sword and walking towards the fallen Mortarion, with a hint of murderous intent.

The Primarch's heart clenched and he tried to say something.

But he remained silent.

As the regent of the empire, he was in no position to intercede for his fallen brother, nor did he have the right to interfere in his father's actions.

Mortarion was so wounded that he could barely stand.

There were traces of divine energy burning all over his body, and all the symbols of corruption had been forcibly plucked out, like a plucked chicken.

Extremely embarrassed.

Now, most of the corrupted fel energy in his body has been purified by holy energy.

This restored Mortarion's distorted thinking a lot.

The fallen Primarch felt extremely remorseful as he watched the Emperor approaching with a sword in his hand.

"forgive me……"

Mortarion's voice was barely audible.

He was so exhausted that he could no longer support himself and knelt before the emperor.

The fallen Primarch looked up at his former father, recalled the past, wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again.

He looked like he was ready to be killed.

Perhaps he felt a little regretful and didn't want to continue living as a degenerate.

However, Chaos did not let him go.

boom--

The gates of the Black Fortress opened wide.

The Lord of Plague was unwilling to lose one of his darlings, nor did he want his hard work to be destroyed.

The corrupted fel energy reached out to the Fallen Primarch and tugged back at him, trying to pull him into the fortress.

There lies the core of the corrupted realm, which the damned have yet to destroy.

In this way, the Corrupted Primarch could avoid death by the sword of the Accursed.

"No...Father!"

Mortarion felt a surge of extreme fear and shouted subconsciously.

If I enter that door, I will forever be a slave to the plague and will never be able to escape.

bang——

The emperor took action, and the golden holy sword slashed down, like the sun falling.

The blow hit the hand extended by the Father of Plague, causing even more terrifying energy to erupt, burning the corrupt flesh and skin.

pat.

The unnatural hand was cut off.

"The Cursed One!"

The Lord of Plague roared, and before His right hand healed, His left hand was injured again.

The Blood God and the Lord of Change took advantage of this opportunity to capture him, dragged him into the depths of the fortress, and beat him up.

It can be called tragic.

But when the Emperor looked over, the depths of the Black Fortress suddenly became quiet again.

Although the cursed cannot come in, they do not want to anger the other party, lest that disgusting existence come to find them.

The Emperor did not travel to the Black Fortress.

He knew that his body could not penetrate deep into the core of the essence, let alone deal with the three Chaos Evil Gods at the same time.

Mortarion knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

But I felt inexplicably touched in my heart because my father had just saved me.

Maybe he didn't have the idea of ​​killing himself.

The Emperor had indeed given up on killing the Corrupted Primarch, and there was still a chance that he could be saved.

For humanity, any Primarch is a great help.

It's not just personal force, there's a huge military force behind it.

He had become a prisoner of the Warp, while the Primarch was able to walk freely in the galaxy and the Warp.

Rationally speaking.

A Primarch who could be rescued and returned to the Empire would not only weaken the power of Chaos, but also give humanity more breathing space.

This can be seen from the changes that the return of the Imperial Regent brought to the empire.

Of course, it is not easy to let a fallen Primarch return to the Empire. Perhaps there are other ways to allow him to continue to serve humanity.

The Emperor stared at Mortarion, giving him a warning.

It probably means: You just stay here, or you'll suffer the consequences!
The Emperor disappeared, leaving only the Death Lord Mortarion kneeling in repentance.

Even if the threat was gone, he didn't have the courage to run away.

"Father."

Guilliman wanted to say something to the Emperor, but found that he had left in a hurry.

The imperial regent sighed slightly.

Then he turned to look at Mortarion, and the two Primarchs looked at each other.

next second.

The Imperial Regent struck out hard, giving his brother the love he deserved.

……

In the purple mist.

"Fuck, where is the emperor?!"

Ron panicked.

At this moment, he was tied to the torture device in an explosive posture, and his muscles were full of mighty aura.

All I can say is that the Lord of Pleasure knows about bondage.

Not far away, the goddess of life, Elsa, was also restricted in her movements, with tears streaming down her face.

"stop……"

She watched helplessly as the evil god tortured the Savior in front of her, but she was powerless to do anything.

When the Lord of Pleasure sensed the arrival of the Cursed, he did not flee immediately. He was too greedy and attempted to bring both the Savior and the Goddess of Life back to his palace.

That being is already halfway there, the mist that symbolizes the nature of desire is already escaping the edge of Nurgle's Garden.

As long as I return to my own territory, even the cursed ones will be unable to do anything to me.

"Your hopes are dashed..."

The Lord of Pleasure's hands passed over the Savior's body, feeling the long-desired body and soul.

He couldn't wait to taste it all.

Snapped!
The whip of thorns lashed the Savior's body, leaving scars one after another.

However, all this did not destroy the savior's appearance, but instead gave him a sense of beauty, strength and tragedy.

hiss~
Ron was numb.

He thought the whip attack would be painful, but unexpectedly, not only was it not painful, but it was an ultimate sensory enjoyment.

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This is even more exciting than being in a fantasy world.

In fact, the whip of the Lord of Pleasure can indeed cause pain and corrosion, but the Savior has long been a two-sided entity, and his soul and dark side are more special.

All the negative energy is absorbed, leaving only pure joy.

After a few whips like this, not only did he enjoy a wave of pleasure, but his dark power also increased.

Great supplement!

"Hey, why don't you fight?"

Ron looked at the existence that gathered the charm of the universe in front of him and couldn't help swallowing.

But he immediately regained his iron-willed appearance: "If you don't know, you might think that I, the savior, can't bear it. No matter how much you torture me, I will never give in!"

Seeing the savior suffer for her, Elsa felt even more moved and sad.

She started crying again.

This Eldar god has little fighting ability and is not strong enough.

???

The Lord of Pleasure stopped attacking, growing angrier.

He discovered something strange. The Savior seemed to have a stronger endurance than the Original Body and also possessed some kind of devouring properties.

This resulted in the output of joyful evil energy failing to take effect, and it was all wasted.

Simply put, he was wrong again, right in front of me.

What a humiliation?!

Fortunately, this devouring characteristic has its limits.

Once the amount of joyful fel energy exceeds that limit, the Savior will completely fall and become a true Chaos Chosen.

He will be his strongest servant!

The Lord of Joy did not corrupt further to avoid wasting his power.

He stared at the Savior and threatened:
“I know what you’re thinking, the redemption you crave won’t come, we’ll be back to the realm of pleasure soon.

There you will be tortured by all the witches of pleasure, and I will come myself to drag you into the abyss."

The Lord of Joy not only has to send out all his generals, but also has to go into battle himself!
This is an unacceptable blasphemy for any follower of the Emperor.

Of course, this may be a reward for some Slaanesh followers.

Before their fall, they were able to experience all the sensory pleasures of the world, and any fantasy they had would come true.

That is an experience that can never be achieved in the real universe.

This is also the terrifying thing about the Lord of Joy.

Even high-ranking nobles or warriors of the empire find it difficult to resist the temptation.

It is even more difficult for ordinary people to refuse.

Just think about it, everything in your hard drive becomes reality and you can control it however you want.

You can enter any dream world, have real senses, and become anyone.

Whether they are nobles, artists or other genders.

You can reach the pinnacle of your skill or interest and receive all the rewards you desire.

Moreover, you can spend a hundred years, a thousand years, or even eternity immersed in that realm of joy.

This is the reward given by the Lord of Joy.

All you give is your soul.

As for the pain and suffering, that will come later.

After all, the people of the empire have to endure a lot of pain in reality.

What's more, that painful torture will eventually be distorted and become a kind of enjoyment for the believers of Slaanesh.

It's a hedge.

In other words, the first part is pure happiness, while the second part is pain and happiness.

It's all happiness.

But such temptation has no effect on the Savior.

Because he can do it.

What's more, everything that the Lord of Pleasure provides, he can also do in the real world.

I just don’t want to.

The trouble was, he couldn't refuse.

This realm of pleasure is about to breach the edge of Nurgle's Garden, and the Emperor will be unable to catch up.

He would be captured by the Lord of Pleasure and taken to his bedroom, where he would be severely corrupted and tortured.

And the goddess of life will also face a more tragic fate.

"It seems like we have to take a gamble."

Ron's face was solemn. He secretly accumulated strength and prepared to have a fierce fight with the Lord of Pleasure.

He was not defenseless.

His dark side, Diablo, is no pushover either. At least he can punch the Lord of Pleasure a few times before falling down.

boom!
Ron burst out with psychic power, golden arcs wrapped around his body, and he broke free from the restraints.

After that, he just lay down without using the expected dark side energy to transform into chaos.

There is no place for him here anymore.

The Emperor has arrived, it’s time to watch and enjoy the show!

Shila-

In an instant, the golden giant sword pierced through this area of ​​pleasure and prevented it from escaping.

"don't want!!!"

The Lord of Pleasure's beautiful face distorted and she let out a scream.

At some point, a tall figure in golden armor appeared in front of Him and looked into His eyes.

The white light in the emperor's eyes almost exploded, and his anger soared to the sky.

The Lord of Pleasure had used illusions to humiliate him before, which had already caused his anger to reach its maximum.

Without any nonsense, he started from zero frame and punched hard.

This fierce blow blasted the opponent away and completely shattered this area.

Boom.

The Lord of Pleasure revealed her true form, falling into the Garden of Nurgle in the form of a female demon.

"heresy!"

Afterwards, the Emperor followed closely and launched a violent attack.

The confrontation between the two gods formed a vortex of energy in mid-air, and the conceptual, unnatural struggle caused more shocks.

Not far away, Ron returned to the ground holding the goddess of life, Elsa.

He was covered with a robe woven from green plants to avoid being too exposed.

"Awesome!"

Ron looked in the direction of the screaming and saw the Emperor punching the Lord of Pleasure and beating him up.

The concrete picture is:

The emperor grabbed the Lord of Pleasure by his purple hair, pinned him to the ground and beat him brutally.

Every punch is delivered with full force, leaving the opponent unrecognizable!

The Chaos Evil God suffered his third disastrous defeat since his birth.

He had been beaten by the Blood God and the Lord of Plague before, but this time was the worst and his essence was seriously damaged.

The energy released by the battle between the two sides destroyed one area of ​​Nurgle Garden after another.

At this moment, the Lord of Joy was very regretful.

Perhaps he should not have humiliated the cursed, and should not have been so greedy as to want to take the savior away that he missed the opportunity to escape.

Inside the Black Fortress.

The Lord of Plague and other three gods temporarily ceased fighting.

They began to watch the battle, which was a good opportunity to observe the strength of the cursed one.

The Blood God watched all this quietly, looking very solemn.

He was thinking about himself on the battlefield, could he resist the attack of the cursed one?

“What a wonderful scene!”

The Lord of All Changes was simply watching the fun, enjoying this unprecedented scene in the future, and feeling secretly happy.

comfortable.

He watched the Lord of Pleasure being beaten up, and his own physical wounds didn't seem to hurt as much.

"Damn the cursed one!"

The Lord of Plague felt distressed as he watched the scorching light of the Cursed burning his own garden.

Soon, the Lord of Joy gave up part of his essence and fled into the black fortress.

The four Chaos Evil Gods looked at each other and fell silent.

But the next moment.

They became nervous again.

That peerless macho man, the emperor of mankind, cast his gaze over here, his eyes filled with anger and intimidation.

But he didn't come closer.

This made the Lord of Change quite regretful.

If that being dared to enter this core area, they would be able to keep it.

Let the galaxy undergo more dramatic changes.

"This is a warning."

The Emperor looked at the Black Fortress and swung the golden holy sword. The sacred flame condensed like a fire dragon and covered the sky.

His voice was full of menace:

"The Warp and the material world were once in balance, but over the ages you have destroyed that balance and created suffering.

You must know that the Warp does not belong to you alone, this realm is not real, only will exists, and nothing can overcome my will.

You are not destined to die today, but you will eventually die one day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of fire stronger than a million suns engulfed the plague garden and continued to expand and spread.

The demons were screaming.

They swarmed out of their hiding places, ran madly, and then fell.

The fire purifies everything!
The Black Fortress shook violently, rubble raining from the roof and steam emanating from the soaked wood of the gate.

But the flames stopped at the door area and no one could enter.

"No, my garden, my garden!"

The Lord of Plague wailed and was about to cry, he was losing his precious power!

He almost lost his mind and wanted to rush out to put out the fire.

But the Blood God and the Lord of Change controlled their excitement and held the victim back: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, Lord of Plague!"

(End of this chapter)