Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 522 Lion King Cub: Savior, when will our gene father wake up? !

Black Throne area.

The Great Sage of Black Machinery, Cawl, led the technical priests to urgently repair the damaged mechanical buildings. The mechanical arms were waving so fast that only blurry phantoms could be seen.

He was very anxious:
"You idiots, why don't you speed up? Do you want to be punished by the Savior?!"

According to the order issued by the Savior, if they cannot repair all mechanical buildings within ten days, they will be punished by being disconnected from the Internet.

And it will take at least ten years.

For the oil guys, it would be better to kill them.

What's even more terrifying is that the savior can do this easily. With just one order from him, the Mechanical Goddess will revoke their network permissions.

Even their baby accounts and posts can be erased.

Such cruel punishment made many technical priests of the Urs Mechanicus tremble with fear and fight with all their might.

Especially Cawl, the internet-addicted leader of the Urs Mechanicus, was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

He had never been so nervous before when facing the Chaos Demon Tide and the erosion and enticement of the Lord of Change.

I don't even have time to taste my favorite fuel drink.

From this order, it can be seen that the Savior is really anxious and attaches great importance to the task of repairing the Black Throne.

That's also something that can't be helped.

Now that the Chaos God is coming with great force, and the Comoros Webway is in a state of turmoil due to the upgrade plan of the Supreme Overlord Victor, they must repair the Black Throne quickly.

To create a new protective barrier.

Otherwise, when the Chaos Evil God launches a new attack, they will have no means to deal with it.

"With more than 200,000 technical priests and sufficient materials, we should be able to repair those mechanical buildings as planned, right?"

Ron looked at the busy oil men, feeling a little worried and a little regretful.

When he fought with Old Ka before, he also destroyed a lot of buildings.

But there was no way around it. In such a high-intensity battle, there was no possibility of distraction.

Fortunately, we won in the end and did not let the Chaos Demons occupy this place.

This wave of Comoros network must be defended, otherwise all the previous investment will be wasted, and the emperor himself will not be able to bear this blow.

“Father…Father?!”

In the virtual communication image in front of the Black Throne, the pupils of the Imperial Regent Guilliman trembled violently and his voice became hesitant.

He was a little excited and a little scared.

The Imperial Regent is touring the empire, overseeing political reforms throughout the empire.

Now his daily routine is to travel on various webways or warp routes, participate in celebrations, hold meetings, accept interviews, and occasionally chop off the heads of some traitors.

While he was busy, he was also paying attention to Ron's situation.

Just now, Guilliman contacted the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, to ask something.

But when the virtual projection of the communication came on, he saw the huge golden man on the black throne, and was so shocked that he could hardly speak clearly.

At this time, the Ultramarines Chapter Master Calga and the Angels of Absolution Chapter Master Modren behind the Regent also saw this scene.

"Your Majesty!"

They dropped to one knee with such a thud that the floor was nearly broken.

"You have misunderstood. I am not the Emperor, but the Primarch of Hope and Savior."

Ron looked up awkwardly to explain.

He almost forgot that he was still possessed by the Emperor's clone, which often led to misunderstandings.

hum~
Ron controlled his psychic energy, weakening the liquid aura emanating from his body, revealing his own appearance.

If he doesn't control it.

The whole person looks like a big golden light bulb, with special effects turned on at all times, appearing extremely solemn and sacred.

Ron explained to Guilliman roughly what had happened and the current Chaos crisis they were facing.

"It's a pity that we can't help you in time."

Guilliman felt a little regretful.

He is now in a galaxy near the Eye of Terror. Even if he uses the Webway, it will take some time to reach Comoros.

There is no way to catch up with this war.

"That was expected. Your mission is also very important. Moreover, I am not unprepared. There are new and powerful helpers on the way."

Ron didn't expect much help from Guilliman.

That guy's Indomitable Crusade is still coming to an end, and he can't mobilize many troops.

As for Lao Ji's personal military strength, it will not play a big role in such a grand war.

It’s better not to let him come over and get beaten.

Even the cloned body of the Emperor that he now controls would find it difficult to resist the even larger Chaos tide. The best solution is to use the throne to build a barrier.

This is the only way the galaxy knows of.

Afterwards, Ron learned from Guilliman that that guy's alien confidant, Evelyne, had also led the Death Army into the Webway.

Or they will join the war.

Guilliman said that he would send a message to Evelyne, asking the leader of the Death Army to join forces with the Savior to resist the Chaos Demons.

"Old Ji, I really want to thank you for your help."

Ron smiled.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, the more troops coming to Comoros the better, so they can help to resist the Chaos Demons a little.

I just don't know if the God of Death behind the Death Army can withstand the erosion of the Lord of Joy.

That guy is supposed to be very powerful, and after He is fully born, He will end the life of the Lord of Pleasure.

Of course, the price is the souls and lives of most of the elves.

Ron didn't quite understand the logic.

The Eldar resisted the Lord of Pleasure and took revenge, probably for the continuation of their race, right?
There is a contradiction here, that is, the Eldar are able to resist the Lord of Pleasure. If the race survives on a large scale, the Eldar Death God will not be born.

Once the Eldar Death God is born, it means that almost all the Eldar are dead.

At this time, it would not make much sense for the Eldar Death to come out and chop down the Lord of Pleasure. With so few Eldar left, it would not be enough to survive in the galaxy.

What's even more tragic is that if the Eldar want to summon the God of Death to defeat the Lord of Pleasure, in addition to gathering enough souls, they also need to collect five Crone Swords.

Now they have collected four of them, and the last one is deep in the Lord of Pleasure's palace, which is equivalent to being in the belly of the Chaos God.

This creates a new contradiction.

If the Eldar want to attack the Lord of Pleasure for revenge, they must collect all five Crone Swords.

But to collect all five Crone Swords, one needs to enter the Chaos Realm and defeat the Lord of Joy.

If they have the ability to enter the Chaos Realm and snatch things from the Lord of Pleasure, why do they need the God of Death? !

That is the domain of the Chaos God. Even the Emperor finds it difficult to get in. Besides, stealing things is much more difficult than simply attacking.

The Lord of Pleasure would not be foolish enough to place something so important where it could be easily reached.

Perhaps the Crone Sword is hidden in the belly of the Lord of Pleasure, as the legend says.

"It's tragic. The spirit race is ruined..."

Ron sighed in his heart. It seemed that all the Eldar’s efforts and struggles over the past ten thousand years had been in vain.

With such little achievement, I am not as good as myself.

At least his vest of the Descendant of Asurman protected a large number of Dark Eldar from the corruption of the Lord of Pleasure.

Those worshippers of the Eldar God of Death were more like driving the Eldar's broken car towards the bottomless abyss, trying to die together with the enemies in the abyss.

He even suspected whether this was a conspiracy of Tzeentch.

"Savior~"

After receiving permission from the Imperial Regent, the commander of the Angel of Absolution, Modren, stepped forward and saluted the Savior:
"I am Chapter Master Modron of the Angels of Absolution, Scion of the Lion of Caliban.

It is said that you have a powerful ability to predict the future, and you can use your all-seeing eyes to find the truth of the future from the fragments of the warp and reality. We have a question that needs your answer. "

"What... the all-seeing eye?"

Ron felt somewhat confused when he heard this.

Which imperial bard or recorder added these settings for himself?

What he can know is nothing more than knowing the general direction of this world's timeline in advance.

It is now the 42nd millennium of the Empire. I don’t know much about the future. Who knows what GW will do next? !

But it is a good thing to have the title of the All-Seeing Eye, as many things do not need to be explained.

Asking is prophecy.

Since these angels of forgiveness and the cubs of the lion king have questions to ask, I will answer them to the best of my ability.

It's not impossible.

"Son of the Lion King, tell me your doubts."

Ron looked up at Modren, his golden pupils flashing with light, and his voice was gentle yet a little vague.

Looks more like a prophet.

There is no way, the psychic power in him is too strong and it has its own special effects.

And the special effects were controlled, otherwise there would be several large halos above his head, making it difficult for people to look directly at him. Modren looked at the sacred Primarch of Hope with increasing respect:
“When the Imperial Regent was interrogating the demon, he received the answer from the Lord of Change.

That being claims that our genetic father will awaken soon, and we want to know if this is true?"

Now, the Lion, the Emperor's First Son, Primarch of the First Legion, lies deep within the fortress of the Dark Angels Monastery, having slept for ten thousand years.

No one knows when he will wake up, or if he will sleep forever.

The Dark Angels and the other unfallen descendants of the Lion King are all looking forward to the return of the Gene Father.

“Brother Ron.

I remember you also said that Lion would wake up, just as the Lord of Change said."

Guilliman also had some expectations.

Although he and Leon often quarreled, their relationship was pretty good, and he hoped that his brother could return to the empire as soon as possible.

Ron looked at Guilliman's expectant expression and curled his lips.

He was a little worried that the Lion King would fight with Guilliman after his return. It would be strange if those two didn't quarrel when they got together.

"The prophecy is true. Leon, the lion of Caliban, will return to the empire soon. He will awaken in the forest of Caliban..."

"Savior, do you know the exact location?"

Modren, the captain of the Angels of Absolution, seemed very excited when he heard the news that the Father of Genes would awaken.

Ron shook his head and explained patiently:

“That is not the real Caliban Forest, but a realm between reality and fantasy, where Leon will have new powers.

Perhaps you could return to Caliban and wait."

He looked at Modren and said with some emotion: “When that fellow Leon returns, perhaps he can clear the grievances of some loyalists.

During the fall of Caliban, there were too many misunderstandings and the loyalists were forced into exile..."

"The loyalty of a Lion's heir never wavers."

When Modren heard this, tears welled up in his eyes.

The members of the Angels of Absolution were once fallen angels who were considered traitors by their brothers and the Empire.

But these Lion Prince heirs who were forced into exile due to Chaos' machinations remain loyal to the Empire and are slowly returning to its embrace.

Ron didn't say much about this.

This is not something he can get involved in. Only the return of the Lion King Leon can resolve the misunderstandings of the past.

Back then, the Lion King was a hot-blooded man, and a little impulsive. Now, ten thousand years have passed.

That guy should mature a lot.

After Ron gave his answer, he didn't say anything else. He didn't have the energy to pay attention to Caliban's affairs.

Perhaps I can only go to Caliban after the war on the Comorian Webway is over, and look for the artifact that is so crucial to the Webway.

But the premise of all this is that he can keep the Comoros network.

Afterwards, Ron discussed with Guilliman the future development path of the Empire and the possible crises it might encounter.

"Can you hold on here?"

Guilliman looked at the Savior on the Black Throne and frowned.

When he looked at the other person, for some reason he thought of the emperor and his father.

At that time, the Emperor was also trapped on the Golden Throne, and his body gradually withered.

The imperial regent did not want his brother to suffer the same fate.

Ron smiled gently and said confidently, "Of course no problem. When have you ever seen me do something I wasn't sure of?"

"Brother, then we await your triumphant return."

Guilliman nodded, then looked at the White Scars Primarch who had come over to him, "Khan, Brother Roan's safety is in your hands."

He obviously also knew about the return of the White Scar Primarch, and they had communicated about it before, but there was not much enthusiasm on both sides.

After all, their relationship was rather cold before.

The White Scars Primarch Khan nodded and said nothing more.

The Fifth Primarch, the Warhawk of Chogorius, did not like Guilliman's pretentious demeanor and his penchant for giving orders.

Soon, the two sides ended the communication.

After the call ended, Ron's face fell, without any of his previous confidence.

Looking at Khan's hesitant expression, he knew that the probability of him squatting in the black toilet had increased again.

Ron swallowed:
"Old Khan, my heart's tolerance is a bit poor.

Can you tell me in a tactful way what the situation is like in Comoros, how many cracks there are, and where they appear?

The White Scars have stationed reconnaissance teams on the webways throughout Comoros, able to monitor the situation in each area of ​​the webway in real time.

Khan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was also frightened by the news he received: "Perhaps, you should ask where the cracks have not appeared yet."

"Sigh~"

When Ron heard this, his vision went dark.

He calmed down and asked slowly, "So... where in Comoros is safe and has no cracks?"

Khan looked down at the intelligence document and was stunned.

His silence was deafening.

"I understand what you mean……"

Ron was a little short of oxygen, so he took a deep breath and felt like he was sitting on the crater of a volcano.

Is it still too late to run away now?!

The Khan closed the datapad and added sheepishly, "Just a few minutes ago, there were no cracks in those places, but now there are.

There are cracks in the veil now all over the Comoros, and they are growing in size.”

At this time, Ron also received urgent information from the Military Affairs Department of the Savior Territory.

According to predictions, cracks in the veil appeared across the entire Comoros, and the extent of the chaos was difficult to estimate.

Their armed forces within the Webway are difficult to match.

Simply put, Ron's army is not enough to defeat the invading Chaos Demons.

The only good news is that the rift is not stable enough to accommodate the invasion of a large-scale Chaos demon tide, and there is still a week to prepare.

"It seems that the Chaos God has made a backup plan. We are in trouble..."

Ron sighed.

This time, the crack in the Comoros Webway is no smaller than the one under Holy Terra, and may be even larger in scale.

The demons pouring out of the cracks were enough to flood many star regions, and were almost impossible to physically stop using the military.

Imagine a Tyranid swarm that blocks out the sun.

Those chaos demons will only be more terrifying, and they will pour out from any possible direction at 360°, ignoring all obstacles.

It is also accompanied by huge spiritual pollution.

Ron leaned on the black throne and slowly closed his eyes:
"Now we can only evacuate the personnel in advance and then seal or even destroy the entrances to the relevant webways."

Afterwards, he switched into the vest of the descendant of Asurman. The golden clone of the Emperor fell into calm, but still exuded the soul breath of the savior.

Under the constraints of the Black Throne, even if he changed his vest, it would be difficult for him to escape from this cloned body.

……

Comoros.

The sky was shrouded in an ominous fog, and a huge dark red wound could be vaguely seen behind the fog.

The veil of this dark city was torn apart, stretching into the endless distance, and horrible creatures emerged from the other side with whispers.

There are too many of them.

It was a chorus of endless wails, like church bells ringing from every blood-stained roof.

Abominations surged forth from the cruel depths of the Warp, shouting and screaming through corrupted flesh workshops, dungeons, spires, and bridges.

They merged with more pain into a carnival of fear.

Amid the roar of artillery fire and the flashing of swords, blood splattered on the black walls. Those immortal demons were killing and destroying.

The crumbling of the Dark City's spires raised clouds of black debris, and the Dark Eldar felt the tremors of impending destruction.

Everything fell apart.

They screamed in panic and fear.

"No...Comoros is in ruins, and the Lady of Thirst will take all our souls!"

The Dark Eldar merchant Bairam knelt on the ground holding his child, his face full of tears of fear, and there were corpses all around him.

He looked at the abomination approaching, carrying the stench of hell, and fell into deep despair.

In despair, the Dark Eldar merchant thought of something, as if he had grasped the only life-saving straw:
“Long live the descendants of Asurman!

Savior of the Eldar, Black Sun of Comoros, please save your poor people!"

The moment the abomination's claws fell, the shadow on the ground became distorted, and a nightmare monster emerged from it and blocked the deadly attack with its sharp blade.

hum~
Balam raised his head in fear and gratitude, and saw the huge virtual image of the descendant of Asurman.

The shadow of that existence is overlooking the lives in this area...

(End of this chapter)