Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 525: Savior: Mr. Emperor, I have something to ask you...

The ground shook slightly, and the storm vortex in the sky became more dense.

The center of the vortex slowly rotates at the apex of the throne.

Those golden, serpentine currents light up the machinery, and divine energy flows along the blood-vein-like tubes.

It exudes an ancient atmosphere, and even the air becomes oppressive.

The heavy and intensive roar became clearly audible - boom, boom, boom, like the rhythm of a heartbeat, floating in the area.

Eternal and untouchable.

The black throne at the top was submerged in golden light and blended with the swirling smoke emitted by holy oil, incense and candles. It was so sacred.

Sacred music is playing.

The Archbishop of the Ers Church led a choir of tens of thousands of people, chanting hymns about the Savior to commemorate that being's contribution to mankind.

Everything seemed so sacred.

On a platform of the mechanical building, the White Scar Primarch Khan and the Imperial Guards raised their heads and looked up at the Savior on the Black Throne.

There was a hint of respect in their eyes.

The Primarch of Hope did the same thing as the Emperor, risking great risks to secure a future for the Imperium of Man.

Of course, they didn't know that the probability of the Black Throne Project succeeding this time was over 99%.

In general, when the probability of winning a plan or combat operation is less than 80%, the savior will not dare to take action. He will also be more cautious when encountering the number nine or multiples of nine.

This time it's a case of being forced to do something.

"The Savior is harnessing that power..."

The commander of the imperial guards and the imperial guards felt the breath of the emperor and saluted respectfully to the black throne.

His Majesty the Emperor is like an eternal lighthouse, never extinguished in the long river of the universe.

And the Primarch of Hope, the Saviour, is attempting to harness that power in order to fill the cracks in the veil of the Webway.

These thousand-year-old veterans of the Imperial Guard are quite familiar with this.

It was in this way that His Majesty the Emperor on the Golden Throne repelled the chaos tides of the Warp time and time again.

There were hundreds of thousands of times that could be observed in the palace.

Without the existence of the Great Emperor, Holy Terra and even the entire Solar Segment would be submerged by the tide of Chaos, and there would be no possibility of stopping it.

Today, the Savior is also carrying out the same great cause, worthy of all the respect offered by any Imperial warrior.

Khan frowned, very worried: "Brother Ron...can he withstand the backlash of the throne?"

The White Scar Primarch was well aware of the horror of the throne. The high-intensity energy triggered by its activation would put even their father, the Emperor, under tremendous pressure.

Causing continuous damage to the body.

Although the Primarch of Hope temporarily used the Emperor's clone to bear the backlash of the throne, he is not the Emperor after all.

No one knows whether the other party can succeed.

Khan had also made a suggestion not long ago, hoping that the two brothers could bear the backlash of the throne together to reduce the damage.

But the proposal was rejected.

Even the body of the White Scar Primarch could not withstand the high-intensity power of the throne. Not only would his body be damaged, but his spiritual energy would also be continuously drained.

Cause irreversible damage.

Ten thousand years ago, Malcador, the most powerful psychic in the human race and the Imperial Regent, was a living example. That being sat on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor, but not long after, his psychic energy and life were drained by the throne.

Turn into ashes.

If the White Scar Primarch connects to the Black Throne, I'm afraid he will end up like this.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the only one who can now undertake this mission and sit on the Black Throne is the Primarch of Hope.

He is humanity's only hope for the Webway.

The Khan, the Imperial Guards, and more imperial personnel could only watch as that being was eroded by the Black Throne, waiting nervously for the outcome.

The hymn about the Savior also reached its climax, and the archbishop and the priest choir were immersed in a magnificent and sacred mood.

They felt more and more the great devotion of the Savior and could not help shedding tears.

hum~
Ron floated above the black throne in an explosive and handsome posture, and his whole body turned into a super light bulb.

The surrounding area visible to the naked eye was filled with golden lightning that had turned into turbulent flow.

At this moment, he felt that he was in resonance with the universe and the chaotic subspace, and was controlling the endless void.

Or perhaps that's why this magnificent machine is called a throne.

"I... am the supreme God who rules over everything..."

This thought flashed through Ron's mind.

But in return, he also endured endless pain and pressure. Every muscle and every cell in his body was torn, reassembled, and then torn again.

Only a body as abnormal as that of the Emperor's clone could withstand it.

At this time, deep and solemn hymns were heard, and the pastor choir sobbed and trembled more in emotion.

"Wogan~
Which bastard wrote this hymn? If you don’t know, you’d think I’m going to heaven…”

Ron was convulsing in pain.

After he understood the meaning, he felt even more numb.

This hymn is able to highlight the great image of the Savior, but at a moment like this, it is so profound.

It's too unlucky.

At times like this, any metaphysical factors must be taken into consideration to avoid a disaster.

Treat yourself like an emperor.

"Let them change to a more cheerful hymn. Even a hot DJ or an emperor's electronic music would be better than this..."

Ron thought so, and prepared to turn around and challenge those guys' beliefs.

He tried to send a message to the relevant personnel, but was sadly discovered that all the surrounding communication facilities were broken, and under the influence of high-intensity energy, even sound could not be transmitted.

Afterwards, he tried to use psychic power to transmit messages, which was also very difficult.

Now I am too deeply connected to the subspace, making it difficult to use psychic power to transmit messages to the real universe.

The only way is to expend a large amount of spiritual energy to create a miracle "manifestation".

Then pass on the information.

But after thinking about it, Ron decided not to do so. Not only would it waste a lot of spiritual energy, but it would also look more like ascension.

It is better to put your energy and precious energy into controlling the Black Throne.

yah~
Under Ron's full control, the holy energy gathered and rushed towards the curtain cracks in various parts of Comoros like a tsunami.

The tides of the Chaos Warp were suppressed and blocked on the other side of the curtain.

"By the Emperor, this wave...is a success!"

Ron could feel that the cracks in the curtain were gradually repairing, and the chaos tides in one area after another temporarily eased, with no new chaos forces invading.

He saw the hope of success and mobilized more divine energy to fill the huge crack in the center.

As long as the crack in the curtain is repaired, the mission will be accomplished.

Ron was extremely excited. He was just a little bit away from reaping the rewards of years of planning.

However, just as he was increasing the intensity of the divine energy, he suddenly felt a strong obstruction and tearing.

The Black Throne also erupted with a strong arc of electricity, throwing the entire mechanical building into chaos.

He himself fell heavily from mid-air, suffering serious injuries, and was sucked onto the throne, and the sacred light was extinguished.

"Maru spicy!"

Ron didn't have time to check the wounds on his body, this was the only thought in his mind.

A kaleidoscope of images appeared in his mind, with countless scenes flashing by, as if his short life of more than a hundred years was about to end here.

Fortunately, the throne's terrifying high-intensity energy did not tear him apart, but there was no way to repair the remaining cracks.

What's even more tragic is that he couldn't get down from the throne.

Double row, another double row toilet...so terrible!

This scene shocked everyone present. Even the choir of the Ers State Church was infected with the atmosphere of sadness.

The increasingly solemn sacred music seemed to be sending the Primarch of Hope and the Savior to heaven.

"Archbishop, please give me some joyful sacred music..."

Ron was finally able to speak, and used his psychic powers to convey messages to the archbishop, ordering some savior sacred music related to the return of Ers.

It is similar to the cheerful songs that are played in a loop during the Spring Festival to liven up the atmosphere.

Otherwise, if there is any dedication or great ascension music, I am afraid I really won’t be able to bear it.

Afterwards, Ron delivered messages to Khan and others to calm everyone's emotions.

So as not to cause confusion.

He told everyone that there was nothing wrong with him and that the Black Throne was just temporarily experiencing some minor glitches.

It will be back up and running soon.

After receiving the message from the Savior of Hope, everyone calmed down and continued to wait on the platform below the throne.

It's just that they became more nervous.

In fact, Ron was deceiving everyone, and he didn't know the condition of the Black Throne or whether it could be repaired.

I don’t even know if I can ever come down from the throne.

Ron sat somewhat weakly on the black throne, not realizing that his posture was exactly the same as that of the Emperor on the golden throne.

It means that flesh has grown on the body.

But if this situation is not changed, the flesh and blood on this body will most likely turn into a skeleton like the Emperor.

Ron and the Great Sage of Black Equipment, Caul, who came to inspect the Black Throne, looked at each other and fell silent.

He stared at Kaur, whose electronic eyes were wandering and who dared not face him, and finally spoke out to break the silence:

"Didn't you say that there is no possibility of failure in this plan? What is the situation now?!"

Kaul lowered his head, swallowed his nonexistent saliva, and stammered:
"Savior, I'm afraid you have unfortunately encountered the expected 0.000000001% failure factor. But that is not due to technology. I seriously suspect that the Lord of Change has set up a trick and affected the original fate of the plan."

Ron gritted his teeth and said, "You just said that we should believe in science!"

He almost laughed out of anger.

This guy Kohl was full of confidence before, but now that he has failed, he starts talking about the Lord of Change and the trajectory of fate.

There is a strong suspicion that he is trying to pass the buck.

Kaul's huge mechanical body shrank back and reminded weakly: "Correction, believing in science is a concept you proposed.

您曾在15年前的7月13日13点13分的厄斯机械教大会上说过……”

"Okay, okay, I came up with the concept."

Ron didn't listen any further and interrupted the Great Sage of Black Weapon.

He tried hard to heal his injuries and was too lazy to argue with this guy: "Think of a way to restart the Black Throne right now.

If you are unable to complete the plan, you will be left here until the throne is repaired.

And Xiaoling will completely disconnect you from the Internet and take over your private accounts."

The words of the Primarch of Hope were like vicious thorns that pierced deep into Cawl's heart.

His mechanical face turned from black to white, his whole body was shaking and clanging, and even parts were falling out of his body.

It can be said that I was very scared.

Cawl threw himself into the inspection of the Black Throne with an almost desperate attitude, and his electronic brain was smoking due to overload.

It didn't take long for him to discover the problem of the throne's stagnation and proposed a new plan.

"Is it really possible to do this?"

Ron sighed.

He was a little bit unbelieving and asked again cautiously.

This time, Kaul didn't dare to make a promise casually, and his tone became much more serious: "Savior, this is probably the only way."

"It seems that this ending is inevitable..."

Ron closed his eyes in pain and finally made up his mind to make a choice.

That was a tough choice.

From now on, I'm afraid I will have to sit at the same table with Xiao Ma.

After he had prepared himself mentally, his consciousness went deep into the subspace to contact the Emperor himself.

Ron felt a little guilty.

Because he was going to do something "extremely treasonous", which was to ask the Emperor to sit on the Black Throne as well.

Now, with the power of the little sun, it is simply unable to support the operation of the Black Throne. The only thing he can do is let the emperor work harder to replace himself.

This can be achieved through the repaired and adjusted Emperor version of the sacred machinery.

This is equivalent to letting the emperor sit on two thrones.

Double toilet.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit of heresy and a form of filial piety.

……

Chaos subspace.

In the high-dimensional space area, the sacred energy is still entangled and contending with the chaotic evil energy.

In this area without time and space, the extra-dimensional battle lasted for an unknown amount of time.

The Emperor has fought countless battles with the three Chaos Gods: Blood God, Lord of Pleasure, and Lord of Change. The war between faith power and concepts is dizzying.

Such a horrific battle could drive any psychic or high-level warrior who witnessed it crazy on the spot.

Thump thump thump——

Tzeentch transformed into a black crow that covered the galaxy, discarding most of his feathers before finally breaking free from the Emperor's bondage.

He also suffered a lot of injuries because of this.

At this time, a slightly weaker consciousness sneakily emerged in the area on the Emperor's side.

That is the Primarch of Hope Savior.

???

The sudden appearance of the savior caused the emperor to send out a signal of inquiry.

He was a little confused. Wasn't this guy controlling the Black Throne? How could he suddenly appear here? !
"Master Emperor, I have something I want to talk to you about..."

Ron's little sun looked quite dazed, hesitating on how to tell this story.

You can't just tell the Emperor that I screwed up the Black Throne, the cracks in the curtain can't be fixed, and now I have to ask you to sit on the black toilet, right? !

And there is no guarantee of success, the risk is extremely high.

When Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, saw the arrival of the savior, his heart was beating fast.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong.

He was very confused. The matter of the Black Throne should not have much to do with him, right?

In order to avoid being associated with the unfortunate Primarch of Hope, the Savior, He withdrew all his conspiracies regarding the Black Throne.

No interference was made.

When the Lord of Change came here, he couldn't help but watch the chaotic war between the gods and enjoy the power of chaos and change.

Who would have thought that just after coming over to watch the show, he would be beaten up by the cursed person?

Just when the Lord of Change was hesitating whether to run away, the first words spoken by the Primarch of Hope and the Savior almost made His heart stop.

“Now here’s some sad news.

Due to the sabotage of the Lord of Change's scheme, the activation of the Black Throne failed, but fortunately..."

Ron's psychic message had only been halfway delivered when the Emperor's rage erupted like a volcano.

Anger reached its limit.

Gah!
The Lord of All Changes cried out in grief and anger, then ran away without looking back.

However, He was still a step late.

The Emperor transformed into a golden flame and pounced on the Lord of Change. Even the other two Chaos Evil Gods temporarily avoided the attack.

For they had never seen such an angry cursed one.

If the previous fight was considered a fight with knives drawn, then now the cursed person is equivalent to pulling out a grenade, a fight in which both sides die.

Who dares to stop this?!
"No, I have never interfered with the fate of the Savior. That was an unpredictable accident in the vortex of the universe!"

The shadow of the Lord of Change struggled frantically, with no intention of fighting back.

This was the most unfair thing He had ever encountered in His endless life.

However, the Emperor did not listen to the Lord of Change's explanation at all, and just kept on speaking.

The other two Chaos Evil Gods who were watching were terrified and retreated to a safe area.

The Blood God and the Lord of Joy also wanted to go up and help, but they were not sure whether their opponents were willing to come forward, so they hesitated for a moment.

After all, once you get hurt, your opponent will gain the advantage.

But in such a high-dimensional battle, the opportunity is fleeting.

While they were hesitating, the Lord of Change had already turned into a roasted bird, and eventually escaped back to the Crystal Maze at the cost of leaving behind a pair of pitch-black wings.

His essence was severely damaged and directly lost.

This is more than ten times the loss compared to when the Blood God sold blood to brush the charts to reward his Blood God warrior Kabanha. The power of change that he had gained over the years was wasted.

After seeing the miserable state of the Lord of Change, the Blood God and the Lord of Joy did not dare to approach the cursed one any further.

The Emperor still maintained his angry attitude.

He paid a heavy price for this battle.

But it was worth it. He had to pick a slightly weaker Chaos God as the target of intimidation.

So that the other Chaos Evil Gods would not dare to act rashly.

The arrival of the savior is just a prelude to an outburst.

Although the Emperor is powerful, he does not have the confidence to deal with all the Chaos Gods at the same time.

So for ten thousand years, the Emperor has been taking advantage of the suspicion and fear among the Chaos Gods, while paying a price beyond his ability to bear, in order to maintain his invincibility.

It also creates the image of a reckless man or the king of darkness who will fight to the death with anyone who comes his way.

To shock the gods.

In his private realm, the Emperor resumed his human form.

The human emperor looked at the savior with gentle eyes and smiled.

This outcome was also within his expectations.

In other words, he had already been mentally prepared to give everything for humanity.

"Old man..."

Ron looked at the golden body and the wise leader of mankind in front of him, and his heart became heavier.

Now, the emperor of mankind has to endure more pain on the throne for the sake of humanity.

Before he could say anything, he felt the change in his soul.

The Emperor's vast soul energy is being injected into the cloned body with the help of the sacred machinery, slowly squeezing out his soul consciousness and bearing the erosion of the throne on his behalf.

Then head towards an unknown fate.

Next to the black throne.

Ron wakes up in his own original body.

He looked at the gradually resurrecting clone on the throne with mixed emotions:
"This time it must be successful. Lao Han and I are still waiting to have a health check-up with you..."

(End of this chapter)