Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 495 White Scar Warrior: Imperial Guards, eat my exhaust!
"Wait for me, you guys deserve to be sucked dry by the thirsty lady!"

The new consul, Fok, became more and more angry as he watched the conspiracy forces fleeing at an accelerated speed in the distance.

In the past few days, he has sought cooperation with several conspiracy groups, but they were all attacked by the Primarch of the Empire.

The attackers became more skilled, and each attack became larger in scale.

Fortunately, Fok had rich experience in dealing with things, so he managed to survive and tearfully accepted the weapons, witches, and souls of the dead archons.

Afterwards, stories about the new consul spread.

Now the conspirators responsible for the attacks are avoiding him, believing that he has been targeted by the Imperial Primarch and that anyone who gets close to him will be in trouble.

At first, Fok also wondered if he was being followed.

He used all the detection methods, even consuming a precious relic, and finally confirmed that he was not being tracked, monitored, or targeted by any technology or witchcraft.

It was all just an accident.

Although because of this accident, Fok obtained a lot of weapons and wealth, and his power expanded several times rapidly.

But the fact that his life was in danger at any time made him feel very devastated.

He didn't know when the terrible Primarch would take his head and he would lose everything.

"I just want to go back to Comoros now..."

Fok closed his eyes in pain and drank another bottle of expensive soul liquor. He was not even moved by the provocations of the dozen or so vixen next to him.

Those were concubines left behind by the deceased consuls.

He hoped to return to the spire of Comoros' base as soon as possible and put himself within the protection of the ancient force field.

Without having to suffer such threats.

But Fok didn't dare go back.

If he escaped back without carrying out the mission from the Supreme Overlord, his fate would be worse than death.

He could only bite the bullet and continue looking for opportunities to attack the Redemption Satellite Zone and at least achieve some results.

But without forbidden weapons, it would be difficult for the conspiracy forces to launch an attack, as there were too many defensive force fields and artillery arrays.

Fok smashed the bottle and staggered to the balcony of the cabin.

The consul thought hard about what he should do.
He had botched the attack plan prepared by the Supreme Overlord, lost the precious forbidden weapon, and the conspiracy groups were unwilling to cooperate.

"I'm afraid I'll soon have to join those exiles in hiding in the dirty and dangerous ruins of the Webway..."

Fok thought so.

Moreover, he might not be able to escape, and might be found and subjected to the most cruel punishment.

He looked at his armed team in front of him and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Fok thought of a good idea:

"I now control the weapons of several conspiracy groups. I can steal the forbidden weapons of other teams just like the Primarch of the Empire!"

As long as you grab the forbidden weapon and throw it into the Redemption Satellite Area, you will have completed the mission.

He quickly found the location of an attacking team and ordered his conspirators to speed up the encirclement.

However, by the time Fok arrived, the conspirator group had been plundered by the Primarch's forces and the team was torn apart.

His face was gloomy: "Damn it, I'm one step late again!"

Fok took a deep breath.

At this point, he had no choice but to accept the remaining weapons of the conspiracy group.

The armed forces of the Hateful Conspiracy are several times that of other attacking teams, so such annexation operations have become much simpler and are considered a piece of cake.

He announced his succession order, and the Cabal's elite Nightmare began to purge those who opposed him and the commander.

But this time things changed.

"traitor!
Tell the Supreme Overlord that Fok is a traitor to Comoros!"

For some reason, the fallen Archon's body crawled up.

The archon temporarily saved his life by relying on the life-sustaining device in his body, and his broken face stared at Fok with hatred.

He resented Fok's annexation and felt that the other party was a traitor planted in Comoros by the Redemption Satellite Zone.

"kill him!"

The Elite Nightmare reacted quickly and rushed over to kill the roaring Archon, chopping his body into pieces with his greatsword.

But they discovered that the soul in the Archon's body had escaped in some form.

"It's over!"

Fok's scalp tingled.

The archon had sent a message to Comoros before his body was destroyed, and his soul even escaped.

The Supreme Overlord will soon receive news of his own betrayal!
Fok felt a sense of despair in his heart. He had no place to stay in Comoros anymore. He knew how that being would deal with the traitor.

For a moment, the new consul was at a loss in despair.

……

"Is this why you've come to seek asylum?"

Ron sat on a throne made of obsidian, playing with the relic ball in his hand, looking noble.

He looked at the frightened Archon Fok and frowned slightly: "Sorry, I can't agree to your request."

"Lord Asuman, I am willing to give away all my wealth and beg for your protection!"

When Fok heard the Asurmanite's refusal, he immediately panicked.

Now that he has become a traitor to the Comoros, he will soon be hunted down, and only this noble descendant of Asuman can protect him.

So the consul dealt with all opposition and came to the conspiracy armed with his troops.

Became a true traitor.

"Fok, Fok, why do you disrespect me so much?"

Ron shook his head.

He casually threw the relic to Titus beside him, stood up from the throne and walked in front of the archon:
"I don't need your pitiful fortune, but you come here rashly and beg me to protect your life. You are not even willing to call me Lord..."

"My lord, I will obey your orders."

Fok hesitated for a moment, then knelt on the ground and bowed his head.

The archon accepted a more severe contract, by which he and his conspiracy would henceforth become the private property of the descendants of Asurman.

That was his only chance.

Now Fokke could only hope that the descendants of Asurman could win the struggle, or hold out longer.

Ron nodded with satisfaction: "Consul Fok, I will provide you with shelter, and you don't have to worry about Victor's threats anymore.

Because soon, I will dethrone him from his throne."

Then he waved his hand and asked his adjutant to lead Fok down.

The Archon has officially joined the war and still has a lot to learn and adapt to.

Of course, before that, he still had to undergo more tests to prove that he was not an undercover sent by the Supreme Overlord.

"It seems that Victor is really scary. He scared people so much that they ran to me..."

Ron was quite emotional.

Not long ago, Fok, the governor of the Black Heart Conspiracy's affiliated conspiracy group, suddenly contacted the Redemption Satellite Zone with a large number of armed forces.

He hopes to meet him and seek asylum.

That’s the number of people in a large conspiracy group, and it can be considered a considerable military force.

It's a bit puzzling.

Ron was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after learning the truth.

He finally decided to accept Fok's surrender.

After all, this is also a convincing example that can let other Comorian governors know that they have options besides the Supreme Overlord.

As a descendant of Asurman, he could provide them with shelter.

The brutal rule imposed by Victor was indeed useful in some cases and was cheap to manage.

But the shortcomings are also obvious.

That is, all loyalty comes from fear of the ruler.

When a new strong competitor emerges.

The fear of the ruler will be weakened, and those who once surrendered under fear will easily run to the competitor to get rid of the threat.

Now, he, a descendant of Asurman, is a new strong competitor.

As long as he can continue to maintain the situation and defend the Redemption Satellite Zone, he can let everyone see that he has the possibility of competing with the Supreme Overlord.

More and more people will come to join me.

After all, following the Supreme Overlord means going hungry for nine meals in three days and paying the expensive soul tax of eleven.

The descendants of Asurman not only do not collect taxes, but also provide more pure souls as rewards. Everyone knows how to choose.

"Now, it depends on whether the Redemption Satellite District can withstand these waves of attacks..."

Ron looked through the information coming from various places.

In the past few days, his good brother, the White Scar Primarch Khan, led his descendants to attack more than a dozen conspiracy groups and resolved many crises.

Moreover, his own Dread Warriors, Greenskin Legion, etc., are also defending against some armed forces and alien mercenaries of the Blackheart Conspiracy in various webways.

The Dark Eldar are also adept at hiring the galaxy's armed forces to fight for them.

"I have to act quickly..."

Ron thought about it and looked at the witch secretary next to him: "Have all our soul reserves been transported?"

"Half of the planned soul supplies have arrived, and the other half is on the way and has reached the nearby webway, but..." Iris paused slightly: "The transport team was blocked by the webway scourge, and a small group of demons targeted those souls.

But our armed forces have set out to resolve it.”

"Then let's invest the remaining half into Erindrach..."

Ron walked to the balcony and looked out at a dark passage in the distance that seemed to swallow up all the light.

That is the entrance to the horror dimension - Erindrach.

At the beginning of the Great Fall of the Eldar Empire, darkness spread among the stars, and Erindrach was the first world to be swallowed up, turning into a truly dark penumbra dimension.

Today, it stands as one of the shadows of the dark city of Commorra, home to countless terrifying dimensional creatures.

Any being that enters it may be eaten alive, and will need to consume a large amount of soul to maintain life.

Therefore, the residents of Comoros are unwilling to get close to there, and it is also an area outside the control of the Supreme Overlord Victor.

“It’s a really scary place.”

Iris looked at the dark entrance and couldn't help but shudder.

Many residents of Comoros have heard about the horror of shadow creatures, monsters that hide in the shadows and devour lives, and no one likes them.

Ron really likes Erindrach, or more precisely, he likes the huge community of shadow creatures there.

Especially the evil group among them - Mandela.

He was quite excited: "Soon, I will have a shadow dimension army that will tremble in fear for any existence!"

Ron thought of something and sent another message.

There is a team of White Scar warriors on the nearby webway. We need to notify them to help clear out the alien enemies or demons near the transport route.

So that the soul energy you need can be delivered sooner.

……

A branch of the Webway somewhere.

Whoosh whoosh—

A silver-white flash passed by, and the beastmen along the way fell one after another.

These beastmen who live in the warp are everywhere, with the heads, hooves or horns of wild beasts.

They are born evil creatures, often serving as followers of Chaos gods or part of corrupted armies, and are also known as the Sons of Chaos.

Even in the cybernetic world, their figures can be seen from time to time.

"Hahahaha, for the Savior and the Khan!"

Jubal led the White Scar warriors to charge into the beastman tribe, and each charge took the lives of many beastmen.

They were all very excited.

This may be the happiest day for the descendants of White Scars. Their genetic father has returned with a new goal.

You can also eat meat and drink wine, drive powerful vehicles and charge at will, destroying all enemies with a steady stream of high-speed firepower.

All of this was given by the Savior.

After Jubal led his troops to defeat the beastmen, he ordered the White Scar warriors to stop and rest, replenish energy and reload ammunition.

Soon they were on their way again, speeding through the Webway.

These White Scars also had to clear out enemies from nearby Webways to keep the transport routes open.

"By the Emperor, driving a vehicle in the webway is much more comfortable than driving on the surface of a planet!"

Jubal's beard fluttered in the wind as he enjoyed the thrill of high-speed driving.

Many Internet routes are wide and without many obstacles, allowing them to increase their speed to the maximum extent possible.

beep-

The Falcon antigravity vehicle's radar sounded an alarm, and a new image appeared on the green grid mechanical screen, marking possible target units nearby.

Several eye-catching yellow dots were formed.

Jubal looked down and was a little surprised: "Is this a signal from an Imperial vehicle?"

The radar detected electromagnetic fluctuations from a strange Imperial vehicle, which clearly did not belong to the descendants of the White Scars.

The White Scars have their own unique signal band.

"Let's go over and take a look!"

He gave orders to the White Scars warriors, and they turned sharply and drove into another branch of the Webway.

Soon, Jubal saw the target unit detected by the radar.

hum-

Several imperial guards drove motorcycles at high speed on the webway, their golden armor reflecting the surrounding light, looking extremely imposing.

It was actually a ten-man imperial guard squad.

These guards are on a secret mission.

An Eye of the Emperor discovers heresy involving the Emperor across the galaxy and reports it to the Custodes.

This attracted the attention of the Imperial Guards, and they quickly dispatched several investigation teams to the target galaxy to investigate, and targeted a Rogue Trader who was suspected of betraying the Empire.

The more they investigated, the more frightened they became.

This actually involved the great Emperor's cloning experiments, and some of the excavated relics leaked the genes of the Emperor and many Primarchs.

Afterwards, the Imperial Guard team got hold of the clues and traced them all the way to the Dark Eldar's webway.

Hoping to find the location where the traitors were trading with the Dark Eldar.

The Dark Eldar aliens have several heretical laboratories distributed in different areas, each responsible for different experiments.

Then transport it to its real destination.

As long as we find those heretical laboratories, we will have the opportunity to use the passages there.

Finally they arrived at the area where the Emperor's clones were housed and launched the attack.

Unfortunately, after the Imperial Guards team entered the webway, they lost their target soon after.

After the smugglers joined up with the aliens, they skillfully shuttled through the complex network, and the speed of the alien vehicles was also quite astonishing.

They were quickly shaken off.

"I didn't expect the Imperial Guards to be here too..."

Jubal looked at those familiar golden figures, but his attention was not on the imperial guards, but on their vehicles.

The Morning Eagle anti-gravity jet vehicle is an eternal pain in the hearts of the White Scar descendants.

The Chapter Master recalled the painful experience of being left far behind by the Custodians and their hearty yet slightly sarcastic laughter.

The White Scar warriors, who pride themselves on their speed, have vehicles far inferior to those of the Imperial Guards, and are even less capable of matching them in terms of speed.

That is a disgrace to the descendants of the White Scars.

The speed they were so proud of was insignificant in front of the Imperial Guards, and they were even ridiculed by other chapters.

The White Scar descendants acknowledge that it is normal that their combat effectiveness is inferior to that of the Imperial Guards, but they cannot lose in vehicle speed, which is their only pride!

Fortunately, things have changed now.

The descendants of the White Scars now have a better vehicle, a gift from the Savior - the Falcon anti-gravity vehicle!

Jubal took a deep breath and looked at the adjutant next to him.

Afterwards, he sent a signal to the Imperial Guards in advance to remind them, then stepped on the accelerator and accelerated to the side of the Imperial Guards.

The other White Scar warriors followed suit tacitly.

Jubal intentionally or unintentionally struck up a conversation with the commander of the Imperial Guards: "Sir, you are also on a mission?"

The commander of the imperial guards spoke in a very harsh tone:

"White Scar Warriors, you have no right to interfere in the affairs of the Imperial Guard. If you have any information or intelligence about the Webway, please transmit it to us immediately..."

He knew that White Scars might have information about the Webway.

After all, these warriors have fought the Dark Eldar many times over the past ten thousand years, and have tried to find a way to enter the Webway to find the Gene-Father.

"No problem. We have sent you all the information and maps we know about."

Jubal did not hesitate and transferred some information from his database.

The missions performed by the Imperial Guards are all very important, and warriors from other empires are obliged to cooperate.

"I beg your pardon."

After he had done all this, he said respectfully: “We White Scars will not disturb you from carrying out your mission.

What’s more, we still have to carry out the orders of the Lord Savior, so we can’t be so slow…”

The Chapter Master emphasized the word "slow".

It's like a signal.

Jubal and the White Scar warriors wanted to laugh, but they held it back.

They stepped on the accelerator at the same time, trying to increase the speed as much as possible.

hum! ! !
The White Scars team's speed suddenly increased and they left in a cloud of dust.

The ion storm and smoke exhaust formed by the Falcon vehicle's flames swept across the Imperial Guard squad behind it.

It made them quite embarrassed.

Then, the hearty but polite laughter of the White Scar descendants could be heard from a distance.

Jubal was shouting in his heart, "Emperor, please eat our exhaust, Imperial Guards!"

???

The imperial guards realized the White Scar's provocation in speed, and their anger immediately turned red...

(End of this chapter)