Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 490 Titus, go and stop that Primarch Khan!
The roar and roar of the attacking engines was like a tsunami.

Titus stood like a reef in front of all the enemies, not moving an inch.

The legendary iron halo force field behind him blocked most of the broken crystal bullets and poison needles. More force fields were activated, and even the laser beams were refracted.

Thanks to the generosity of the Father of Genes, this warrior has at least three legendary force field weapons and a number of disposable defensive measures.

He can be said to be a top-level krypton gold fighter, and he is also powerful enough.

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with this monkey?!"

The Dark Eldar vanguard squad that rushed over on raider motorcycles were stunned when they saw this scene.

The weapons on their motorcycles were unable to penetrate the defenses of the human monkeys, whose armor was stronger than most heavy vehicles.

But this cannot stop them. No matter how powerful the force field and armor are, they cannot stop close-range power weapons.

The raider motorcycles slid past Titus at high speed, trying to tear the human warrior's armor and flesh apart with the gravity claws installed on the edges!
However, their expectations were dashed.

Titus was like a fearless beast, bearing down on all attacks.

He turned sideways and punched the vehicle and the driver, blowing them up. The flying fragments hit the vehicles next to it, creating a chain reaction.

Explosions continued to occur along with the heavy blows.

The Dark Eldar's Nightmare Warriors were not to be outdone.

They leaped from their motorcycles like nimble dancers, and their deformed and hideous power weapons, such as the Painer and the Half-Clive Blade, slashed towards the enemy's weak points at tricky angles.

Unfortunately, Titus was more agile than them, wielding the combat dagger and power sword in his hands impenetrably.

Each strike could take away a limb or the life of an enemy.

"Monkey, you underestimated us..."

The five Nightmare Warriors looked at each other, did several backflips to distance themselves from each other, then reorganized their formation and rushed over.

The power weapons in their hands attacked at the same time, leaving the human warrior no chance to dodge.

Titus was not at all flustered.

He simply gripped the power sword tightly with both hands, and then swung it out with a precise horizontal slash.

The Primarch's weapon "Glory" is so sharp.

This strike directly cut off all the power weapons that were coming at him, and five heads flew up with them.

The bodies fell to the ground with a plop, and the spurting blood dyed his armor red.

Such an attack caused the vanguard team's momentum to stagnate.

The motorcycles rumbled and turned away from the warrior.

They realized they had no chance against this warrior, not even if they tried their best.

So, the vanguard team retreated and prepared to attack with the main force.

Soon, a large number of Claw Terrors and Aether Hounds attacked, mixed with Dark Eldar warriors and Flesh Engines.

They overwhelmed Titus like a tide.

"Can he... withstand so many attacks?"

Maris followed Ron and hid in a force field barrier, constantly attacking the invading small-scale troops.

She felt suffocated just by looking at the scene and was very worried about the human bodyguard's situation.

Now that warrior attracted most of the attention. If he died, no one would be able to stop the armed pursuit team.

"Based on the current situation, there is no big problem."

Ron threw out a gravity wave blocking device, temporarily blocking a wave of attacks.

The hunting forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy chose the wrong means and actually tried to use human wave tactics to deal with Titus.

But for the Chosen of Khorne, the more enemies he has, the more powerful he becomes, because he is swimming among the tides of greenskins and demons!

If they fight like this now, old Deng from Khorne might be secretly recharging Titus in the Warp and giving him more power.

I hope this fighter can fight even more vigorously.

Or let the desire to kill consume his will and corrupt him.

But Ron was not worried at all that Titus would be corrupted by Chaos. That guy's will was so strong that the final result would most likely be a free ride.

He is very familiar with such operations.

Sure enough, Titus fought more and more courageously in the frenzy of the enemy and plowed a bloody path.

He even used the enemy's body to block more incoming venom and decomposition lasers.

A giant "Cronus" parasitic engine is roaring, and its parasitic body is a beast trainer who has been transformed into flesh and blood. It is he who drives these beasts.

He extended his soul probe and sucked the human slaves hanging from his body dry, and injected himself with more drugs and adrenaline.

"Monkey, you killing my servants is nothing."

The flesh engine went into a frenzy.

He walked towards Titus with a grim smile, waving a large number of hooks and chains, and ready to use pus and blood syringes and liquefied guns: "I am invulnerable, and the power of the soul surrounds me!"

The sharp barb cut off half of Titus's helmet visor.

He looked at the alien abomination, his face became increasingly gloomy and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Died Alien!"

The warrior cut off the attacking tentacles, leaped up and pounced on the alien abomination, hammering it again and again with both hands.

The Flesh Engine went haywire and raced about, crushing Claw Terrors and Aether Hounds in its path.

"No, let me go!"

The ugly and deformed head of the Flesh Engine screamed in pain. Various weapons were waved around causing more casualties. Some unlucky Dark Eldar were hit by the barbs and were hooked and swung around in the sky.

Some were hit by special weapons and turned into solutions.

"For the Gene Father!"

Titus gnashed his teeth and growled.

He pressed the ugly head of the alien abomination with his hands, one on the left and one on the right, exerting force continuously, and finally crushed the head of the alien abomination.

The huge body made of flesh and blood also collapsed.

The warrior continued to fight, becoming more and more courageous, leaving limbs and blood everywhere he passed.

But the Dark Eldar are not an unintelligent or insane race like the greenskins and demons.

After more support arrived, they quickly changed their fighting style, keeping their distance and attacking using the firepower of large vehicles.

"Hiss, I can't hold it anymore..."

Ron reluctantly injected himself with a recovery potion and a highly concentrated soul potion to repair the rotten hole in his shoulder.

He could sense that the balance of victory had tipped towards the Dark Eldar hunting team.

Titus had less and less room to maneuver, and the defense he and Maris had built was becoming even more shaky.

“Is this the end?”

Ron sighed and prepared to tell Titus to run away, as his clone was probably doomed.

Perhaps we need to review the Comoros plan and start from scratch.

That would undoubtedly be a huge loss.

At this time, a more dangerous situation occurred.

Titus was held back by several Flesh Engines, and the Disintegration Pulse on the Ripper was ready to go.

That is a powerful weapon enough to destroy super heavy tanks!

At such a critical moment.

Ron suddenly discovered that there was a commotion on the Dark Eldar hunting team's side, and even the weapons on the Ripper sailboat were turned around.

He heard the tense shout in Eldar: "Damn it, the ghost warriors are coming..."

"Quick, stop that ghost!"

On the Ripper sailboat, the archon of the pursuit team shouted in panic.

That is a horror legend circulating in Comoros, and several conspiracy groups have been destroyed by the attacks of ghost warriors.

There is no way to resist it.

Now, they are about to face that terrifying existence!

Ron, like everyone else, looked towards an area where a powerful engine roared.

A shadow reflecting white light came towards them, with a hint of red behind it.

Afterwards, he saw the other person's appearance clearly.

In the distance was an armored warrior riding a void motorcycle, over three meters tall, wearing a red cloak and having a long beard.

A powerful aura hit his face.

The tall warrior was none other than the Primarch of the Fifth Legion's White Scars, Chogoris's War Eagle - Chagatai Khan!

Ron had seen the statue of the Khan's original body in the Square of Heroes. It was right to his left, a head shorter than him.

But that primarch was actually much taller, almost a human-shaped Dreadnought, riding a void motorcycle - the Moon Dragon, with the momentum of a horse charging on the prairie.

unstoppable!

He looked at this scene and felt quite excited: "Good, good, may the Emperor bless us, our helpers are here."

I have to say, I am really lucky.

The cries of fear and grief from the Dark Eldar continued to be heard.

The Khan drove an ancient vehicle called the Moon Dragon and rampaged through the Webway, crushing enemies along the way into meat paste and sending heads flying all the time.

Even the attack with decomposition pulse was disintegrated by the strange force.

This Primarch possessed psychic powers equal to those of Mortarion.

After the Heresy, many warriors of the Imperium embraced psychic powers, using them to combat the Warp and xenos.

Only Guilliman is a bit stubborn.

However, he also used psychic powers in another form, that of the Emperor's Sword.

"Destroy him!"

The Archon of the hunting party ordered more attacks, and the Ripper galleons turned all their weapons on the Primarch.

However, the Primarch pulled out a large bolter weapon.

The large bolter weapon looked like a small pistol in his large hands, but the attack it unleashed instantly destroyed the Ripper galleon as it was about to fire a dark matter pulse.

It was an ancient technological weapon that dated back to the Dark Age of Technology, and it was capable of firing atomic ammunition as well as scorching and electromagnetic ray bullets.

Nothing could stop the Primarch's charge, and even the Flesh Engine was easily destroyed.

The Khan rushed straight towards the enemy's command vehicle like a high-speed cavalry on the grassland.

He jumped high, and then there was a flash of white light, and the Primarch's armed White Tiger sword chopped down the turret.

His figure appeared on the sailboat in an instant, and he kept advancing, advancing, and advancing again.

So fast that only an afterimage is left!
When the Primarch rushed from the stern to the bow and returned to the speeding Moon Dragon, he was already holding the Archon's head in his hand.

The consul still had a look of horror on his face, seemingly unaware that he had been killed.

This is Khan's fighting style, destroying the enemy with continuous high-speed charges!
Just a few minutes.

The entire Dark Eldar hunting team fell apart, and no one dared to face the ghost warrior or the Primarch.

The members of the pursuit team abandoned the operation, and the remaining fighters fled in panic.

But many people still cannot stop the arrival of death.

They simply couldn't escape Yuelong's terrifying speed, and the White Tiger Sword easily took off their heads. There was no unnecessary skill, just powerful force and simple high-speed slashing.

Leave them no room to hide.

"Khan is indeed a Primarch with top combat power. He is simply a humanoid killing machine. I wonder how many years he has been slaying aliens in the Webway..."

Ron looked at the scene in the distance and felt quite emotional.

No matter what, the Primarch's combat power is at the forefront of the galaxy and the Warp, and it is simply not something that ordinary armies can resist.

If one uses his essence, it would be like a god descending to earth.

Of course, this counterfeit Primarch is an exception. Although he has special attacks against the demons in the warp, his strength in the real universe is not very strong.

To survive in the galaxy, you mainly rely on power.

The Khan is so powerful that it seems he should be able to kill all the aliens here, leaving them with almost no chance of escape.

However, before Ron could be happy, he suddenly realized a problem.

That is, I seem to be an alien now, and I am also within the Khan's target...

He soon saw that the Khan was riding the Moon Dragon and transformed into a beam of white light, coming towards them, with the cloak fluttering behind him becoming increasingly scarlet.

"Oh no! The Khan is here to chop down this alien leader!"

Ron was numb.

He was a very conspicuous target, tall and with great temperament, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a high-ranking figure of the Dark Eldar.

There is no way that Primarch would let me go!
Ron glanced at Titus, his genetic offspring who had returned to him at some point, with an earnest look in his eyes.

Probably:

"My son, I leave this to you. Go stop the Primarch Khan and save your father!"

That gene-child is fully equipped with Primarchs and legendary weapons, so he should be able to hold off the Khan for a while, and there is still room for maneuver.

Titus noticed the look of the Gene Father, and his usually resolute and determined expression began to waver, and he almost couldn't hold it together.

The general meaning is: "Ah, me? I go to fight a legendary primarch?!"

All the Space Marines of the Human Empire have a strong worship for the Primarch, like the relationship between father and son.

Even when Titus saw the statues of loyal primarchs such as Sanguinius, he could not help but bow and worship.

While he was enjoying a health tour package in Holy Terra, he also went to the Square of Heroes in the Imperial Palace to pay homage to the statues of all the loyal Primarchs.

Among them was the Primarch Khan, the genetic father of the White Scars.

Now, he had to fight against that Primarch?
Titus hesitated.

But that was the order of his genetic father, and as his descendant he had to obey.

The warrior took a deep breath, and stood in front of the Father of Genes without hesitation, heading towards the Primarch.

He could feel his heart beating faster and his blood boiling, and there was a faint force encouraging him to fight.

"Honor is destiny, I never fear a fight..."

Titus tightened his grip on the power sword Glory.

He stared at the Primarch Khan who was attacking on the Moon Dragon, and thought silently in his heart.

The warrior did not retreat at all due to the pressure from the Primarch and still maintained his fierce fighting spirit.

No matter who the opponent is, the only thing to do is fight.

Until death!

The Khan seemed to sense the fighting spirit of the traitor warrior in front of him, and he suddenly swung down from the Moon Dragon.

He didn't want his precious ride to be damaged in battle.

The Primarch and Titus drew their bolter weapons one after the other and shot as they ran, but neither could hit the other or break the force field's defense.

They all realized this and retracted their long-range weapons.

"Traitor, you are quite strong."

Khan drew out the White Tiger Sword and lit up the force field: "Can you tell me why you betrayed the Empire?"

Titus remained silent, just staring closely at the Primarch's movements.

He felt the greatest pressure in his life and dared not relax at all, not to mention that he had to keep the secret.

The next moment, light blue and white light intertwined.

The two fighters clashed in an instant, the force fields creating violent arcs of electricity during the collision, and then the two sides distanced themselves from each other.

Titus' breathing became rapid, and he continued to maintain his fighting stance.

A piece of the armor on his shoulder was also cut off, revealing the charred mechanical structure.

The Primarch's speed was so great that he nearly cut off his own head.

This fighter chose a more aggressive style of fighting.

He rushed forward and blocked the White Tiger's broadsword, forced himself into close combat, and punched the primarch's head hard.

The Khan must have noticed something from the battle just now, and there was an inexplicable meaning in his expression.

He raised his hand to block the traitor's fist and headbutted the opponent's head.

Titus' head suddenly roared after being hit hard, but he was not willing to be outdone and gave the Primarch a headbutt in return.

But the Primarch stood still and kicked it away.

The Khan touched his red forehead and stared at Titus, who had risen with blood all over his head and was spitting out blood foam:
"You... are the son of Guilliman?"

His inspiration detected the identity of the traitor.

But some are not sure about the other party's bloodline.

More importantly, the other party was carrying the weapons used by his Primarch brother Guilliman when he was young, and his emblem was hidden inside.

"What on earth is going on? There is no sign of corruption on him..."

Khan, the king who once unified the grassland and a wise ruler, pondered the possibilities but had no idea.

He launched a violent attack, trying to force out something:
"Tell me the truth. Why do you stand on the side of the aliens? What about your father, the Primarch Guilliman?"

This Primarch advocates the truth of the Empire and hates the existence of aliens the most. His ideal is to wipe out all aliens in the galaxy.

The behavior of the descendants of the Ultimate Primarch obviously aroused his anger.

Titus did not reply, but responded to the Primarch's attacks in silence and launched his attacks.

However, his only achievement was to leave a mark on the Primarch's armor, while his own armor was already scarred and had several wounds.

This is the gap between Space Marines and Primarchs.

Of course, if he really tried his best, although he could not defeat the Primarch, he might be able to hurt him.

It just might cost you your life.

Fortunately, the order given to him by the Father of Genes was just to delay time.

hum~
The Khan knocked the traitor warrior's power sword away and grabbed the weapon called Glory, which belonged to his genetic brother.

Afterwards, he placed his White Tiger sword on the opponent's neck.

"Maybe I should end your life."

The Khan was losing his patience.

But the next moment, he seemed to have received some message and looked deeply at Titus and the two aliens.

The Primarch hesitated.

A few seconds later, he put away Glory and the White Tiger Sword, turned around and rode away on the Moon Dragon.

Seeing this, Titus breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally completed the task assigned by the Father of Genes and lived up to the trust.

The warrior looked a little depressed. Unfortunately, he was still not strong enough and lost the weapon given by the Father of Genes.

"Titus, you are already good enough."

Ron came over and helped the gene heir up, and whispered to comfort him: "After all, he is the Primarch. It is an incomparable honor to be able to do all this."

He patted the other person's shoulder and spoke more quietly with his psychic power:
"It's okay if Khan doesn't return your sword. I'll take you to the Imperial Regent's armory to pick another one!"

???

When Titus heard this, his depressed mood almost broke out again.

Ron looked in the direction Khan left, frowning slightly.

The action just now was indeed a bit risky, but there was no other way.

Fortunately, he knew the Khan well enough and knew that guy was not that reckless, so he dared to let Titus stop him.

To keep this clone vest.

While Titus was stopping Khan, Ron contacted the Emperor.

He mobilized his psychic power to contact Khan and stop him from attacking him.

The emperor has been drooling over Comoros for a long time and is even more anxious than himself.

He was just about to climb out of the golden toilet and do it himself.

Of course, he couldn't let his filial sons ruin Ron's plan.

But that's only temporary.

Khan has his own ideas, and he will have to persuade the other party to join his actions later to avoid affecting his plans.

Any Primarch of the Empire has strength that cannot be ignored and can mobilize huge military forces.

What's more, he still needs the help of the Primarch.

Given the opponent's fighting style, it is most suitable to hunt down the Supreme Overlord Victor at the critical moment of the decisive battle.

Now, his own cloned Primarch of Hope has brought the White Scars to the Webway to find his father.

We will soon meet Khan in person and try to communicate.

……

Ron, Titus and Maris continued along the webway towards a secret base.

However, when they passed through a narrow webway, they unfortunately encountered a pursuing armed force, which was not much different in strength from the previous one.

They are a subsidiary cabal of the Black Heart cabal.

"Hurry, the descendants of Asurman are fleeing that way!"

The pursuing armed forces struggled through the narrow passage and rushed in a certain direction.

"Sir, this is..."

Maris stared blankly at the conspiracy warriors and war vehicles passing by her, but they ignored her.

"Oh, this is the conspiracy group that I have recharged a lot of. The souls consumed are enough to buy the lives of all of them."

Ron stood by the road, watching the conspiracy pursuit team leave with a smile.

There's nothing I can do. I gave too much.

whoosh-

A Dark Eldar warrior, maneuvering carefully in his Flesh Engine, accidentally let a tentacle sweep across the area in front of the noble Scion of Asurman.

He immediately retracted his tentacles, swallowed his saliva, bowed and apologized:

"Lord Asuman, please...please forgive my disrespect!"

(End of this chapter)