Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 548: Boarding and chaos, a new Chaos Warmaster is born? !

Ron could tell that it was the voice of Abaddon, the Great Plunderer and Warmaster of Chaos.

His voice was so tragic.

It was a roar and a wail, echoing in the void of Salvador in the form of evil energy.

It fully expresses the protagonist's feelings of major setbacks, frustration, grief and sorrow.

“How miserable…”

Ron was quite moved and even felt a little empathy.

This was the second time that Abaddon's family had been robbed. The little fortune they had saved with great difficulty was lost again.

If I were to encounter these things, I would probably be more anxious than Abaddon.

Amidst the wailing, he also heard the sound of a shattered dream.

It is said that Abaddon is preparing for the fifteenth Black Crusade. It looks like this expedition is going to fail again.

Even worse than last time.

It didn't take long for Ron to find Abaddon's location.

It was a dilapidated ominous ark, surrounded by the Red Corsairs' Black Stone Fortress and many warships. A Tyranid bio-ship was lying in the belly of the ship, and even the surface of the ship had become a battlefield.

The thirty-kilometer-long ship, made of rocks and wreckage, was filled with heretical aliens. Almost all the powerful races that could be seen in the galaxy were running rampant on it.

Extremely explosive.

Obviously, the great plunderer and Chaos Warmaster attracted too much hatred and was besieged by many forces and races.

It's simply impossible to cope with.

This was one of the reasons why he was unable to stop the looters from towing away the Blackstone Ark.

"Abaddon is completely finished. He probably won't even have a chance to escape."

"That traitor has caused so much suffering to the empire, and he deserves a tragic demise. It's a pity that we can't put an end to him ourselves."

Ron and Khan looked at the images sent back by the reconnaissance team and judged the situation the other side was facing.

It was very tragic.

The ominous ark was blocked at the sorcerous and physical levels, interfered with by the fel sorcery of the Red Corsairs and Chaos forces, and locked at the soul and spatial levels by the Eldar and Necrons.

The huge number of greenskins and Tyranids blocked most of the exits.

In other words, it was almost impossible for Abaddon, who was in the middle of the siege, to escape.

Unless he can eliminate all the high-level beings that are besieging him.

Abaddon is unique in the galaxy for being able to gather so many enemies at once and form such a powerful chaos.

Of course, this was also due to the contribution of himself as the savior, who brought a lot of hatred to the other side.

"Then what should we do now?"

Khan stretched his body, looked at the hesitant savior, and waited for his decision.

He felt a little itchy and wanted to chop off more heads of heretics and aliens.

But now that their resource-plundering armed fleet has taken everything it should, it is time to retreat.

This is the rational idea.

"Let me think about it." Ron frowned.

He also had the idea of ​​retreating. If he didn't retreat, he would probably be caught up in the chaos, which would be a bit troublesome.

But he vaguely felt that if he retreated like this, it would affect the situation in the future.

The Eye of Terror, the largest chaotic area in the galaxy, may undergo tremendous changes because of this war.

Maybe I should intervene?

"Khan, let's prepare for boarding and fighting."

Ron finally made a decision, raised his head and sneered, "It would be a shame if we missed such a rare big fight.

Am I right? "

"You are right. My White Tiger Blade needs more blood from heretics."

The White Scars Primarch Khan was also excited about the Savior's decision.

Afterwards, the two Primarchs went to the armory to select and equip themselves with more heavy weapons. A large number of Thunder Guards and White Scar Destroyer troops were gathering.

They knew it was going to be a tough battle.

In the void filled with stardust clouds.

The Dream and its guard fleet also began to move, forming an assault formation headed by the flagship, and rushed towards the area where the melee was taking place.

The arrival of the Human Empire Fleet also attracted the attention of the melee army, and it suffered a lot of attacks.

hum~
The Red Pirates' Black Stone Fortress condensed and emitted black chaos rays, which destroyed an Eldar sailing ship and then hit the Dream head-on.

However, the terrible Chaos attack failed to cause much damage to the Dream, a warship from humanity's golden age, and only destroyed several layers of void shields.

This is the confidence of the Savior to participate in this melee.

It would not be easy for the empire's ordinary battleships or flagships to deal with such an ancient relic-level fortress.

More importantly, the Red Pirates do not have the alien technology, so it is difficult for them to unleash the true strength of the Blackstone Fortress.

As soon as the Red Pirate Black Stone Fortress launched a wave of attacks, it was attacked jointly by the Savior Fleet and the Eldar Fleet, and was overwhelmed.

The Dream took advantage of its speed to break through and continued to advance towards the core of the battlefield.

Waaagh——

The green-skinned space fortress made up of meteorites and broken machinery quickly approached the human warships after seeing them.

The huge cannon was pointed at the Dream, and a large siege crossbow about one kilometer long was being loaded, with the grooves on it filled with greenskins.

"Brother, can our ship intercept such an attack?"

On the boarding platform in front of the Dream, the Khan looked at the giant crossbow with a serious expression.

The Greenskin fortress was too close, and there was no chance to block the counterattack, not to mention that the Greenskins' weird ship-borne weapons were purely physical attacks.

Even void shields and stasis fields are difficult to defend against.

There is no way. The greenskins' attacks are primitive, slow, and high-attack, which directly hits the bug of the Empire's shield technology.

Which normal race in the galaxy would use a long-obsolete technology like the siege crossbow in space warfare, and its power is no weaker than any torpedo or macro cannon.

"It's too close. We probably won't be able to stop it."

Ron felt tremendous pressure as he looked at the giant siege crossbow aimed at them. That thing was too intimidating.

Especially not long ago, he witnessed with his own eyes the greenskin space fortress using the siege crossbow to shoot through a Chaos battleship, and a large number of greenskins rushed into the enemy ship and wantonly destroyed it.

Finally it was dragged to the front of the fortress and torn into pieces by the giant gear.

Now that the Dream has just launched a round of attacks and is in the process of accumulating energy, there is no way to stop such weapons at the main gun level of a battleship.

"Then let's prepare for space combat..."

When the Khan heard this, he felt a little numb as he looked at the giant crossbow arrows shooting towards him from space.

He ignited the force field of the White Tiger Sword.

If it cannot be stopped, the armor of this battleship will most likely be shot through, and a large number of greenskins will invade along the chain.

More importantly, this boarding platform is also within the affected area, and it is probably too late to retreat, as it might be scattered into space along with the wreckage.

The White Scar Primarch and the surrounding warriors were in a state of tension, with the magnetic attraction of their boots firmly glued to the steel ground, ready to meet the impact.

As the giant crossbow arrow continued to grow larger in the field of vision, the figure of the green-skinned alien gradually became clearer.

They even felt a slight acceleration.

???

Instead of dodging, the battleship accelerated towards the giant crossbow and the enemy's fortress?

thump—

The giant alloy crossbow arrow hit the side of the Dream hard. After the dull sound and shock, the one-kilometer-long giant crossbow arrow seemed to have hit an insurmountable barrier.

Suddenly bounced out.

Due to the reaction force, a large number of greenskins attached to the grooves of the giant crossbow arrows were blown away along with the war vehicles, and scattered all over the space.

"Didn't you say you couldn't stop it?"

Khan looked at the greenskins fluttering around in the space like beans, feeling somewhat confused.

He was nervous for nothing.

"It can't be stopped, but it can't penetrate this ship either."

Ron swung his fist fiercely and knocked away a greenskin who fell here, and more greenskins were hit by the exploding bullet chains and knocked away.

The hull of the Dream is extremely strong. Not only the cowardly green crossbows, but even the super-giant spiral diamond drill of Rogo's space fortress can hardly break through it.

According to previous experiments, the diamond drill could only leave scars several meters deep on the hull.

Drop drop!
Suddenly, the ship's alarm sounded, reminding the personnel on board to immediately find a safe and stable area to prepare for the strong impact.

"Old Khan, you guys should hold on tight, the big one is coming!"

Ron seemed to have experience and reminded the White Scars Primarch so that they could prepare early.

Khan hacks down the greenskinned war boss that fell onto the platform from space.

After hearing the reminder, he looked up suddenly and saw the giant meteorite machine constantly enlarging in front of his eyes, occupying his entire field of vision.

This battleship crashed directly into the green-skinned space fortress at full speed? !
No matter what kind of space war it is, such a direct collision tactic basically means mutual destruction in a desperate situation.

Even high-level greenskins will not use it easily.

"The Emperor..."

The Khan was inexplicably shocked.

Are the Savior Fleet's boarding attack methods so wild? Why do they feel even more reckless than the Orcs?

He immediately issued orders to his White Scar warriors:
"Everyone meet the impact and protect the vehicle!"

The Khan and the White Scars' warriors activated the vehicle's protective force field, fearing that something might happen to their precious vehicle.

On the platform of the greenskin space fortress.

"Waaagh?"

The war boss was stunned when he saw the human warship that was ramming into him.

The greenskins around also became quiet, all looking at the steel behemoth that occupied their entire vision in the air.

This was the first time that the greenskins encountered such a reckless and powerful attack. In the past, they had always rammed enemy ships.

The sudden change of attack and defense made them extremely uncomfortable. But when the greenskins saw the huge black muzzles of the human warships and the terrifying plasma spheres that condensed, they still panicked.

The crowds fled from the giant siege crossbow platform.

However, it was of no avail.

The giant plasma beam erupted from the Dream's Holy Nova Cannon, completely destroying the greenskin's energy shield, external armor, and turret platform.

Before the flames of the explosion faded away, he crashed straight into it.

boom--

Ron watched as the sky became flooded with sparks, then darkened, and then the platform's shield rose.

He also built a psychic barrier to meet the impact: "Fuck, that guy is a bit reckless in driving the boat, young people are just full of energy..."

The current captain of the Dream is a recent graduate of Zhongsi Academy. He has excellent grades and has been promoted to a high-ranking commander at a rocket-like speed.

Responsible for commanding the Savior's flagship.

But I have to say that the boy knew how to seize the opportunity. Only in this way could he quickly break through and reach the destination.

The next moment, the greenskin space fortress was hit violently by the Dream after enduring the bombardment of the Holy Nova Cannon.

The extremely hard hull caused the already loose structure of the fortress to completely collapse, and it turned into a pile of scattered, crashing meteorite debris in the flames.

Bang bang bang!
The countless macro-cannon arrays on the Dream's hull formed a line of artillery defense, eliminating the threatening meteorite debris.

The crushed rocks clanged down onto the landing platform, but were no longer able to cause any damage.

Ron patted the small stones scattered on his body and received a report from the bridge.

He looked at the White Scars Primarch and said, "Old Khan, hurry up and prepare. We are about to board the Ominous Ark!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the view from the boarding platform suddenly became clear, and through the scattered meteorite fragments and greenskin wreckage, the giant Omen Ark could be seen not far away.

Countless artillery fire, rays, and energy ripples shuttled and intertwined in the void.

Ron got on his own dark gold luxury anti-gravity vehicle, stepped on the accelerator, flew into the void of the universe, and rushed towards the Omen Ark.

Khan and others immediately started their vehicles and followed.

Due to the special blockade of the Omen Ark, there was no way to implement teleportation boarding, and traditional torpedo and airdrop boarding were a bit dangerous.

Therefore, they can only use vehicles to board at close range, which is flexible enough, and the force field of the vehicle can also provide a certain degree of protection.

More importantly, the Omen Ark is too large, and jumping in on foot might cause you to get stuck.

Moving with a vehicle is faster.

Wuhu~
Ron pushed the accelerator to the limit, turning into a dark golden lightning, feeling the pleasure of unhindered speed.

Suddenly, he sensed a sense of crisis and turned to the side to avoid it.

The red rays flew past the airspace nearby, and a strong smell of burning particles could be smelled.

“It’s still too messy here.”

Ron focused his attention and began to avoid various dangers and debris on the path, while using his psychic powers to clear obstacles ahead.

In such a chaotic battlefield, it is too dangerous to use traditional methods to board a ship, especially if you were sitting in a boarding torpedo or an airdrop cabin.

Sent it a long time ago.

In fact, even during ordinary boarding missions, the casualty rate of Space Marines on the way is not low.

But they still enjoy it and like the feeling of their heart beating faster.

Whoosh whoosh—

Ron and others entered through the breach in the Ominous Ark.

They created a lot of Tyranid bugs along the way and accelerated towards the core area of ​​the battlefield.

Not long after, Ron saw Abaddon and others through the telescope.

The great plunderer and warlord of chaos was being attacked by several high-level beings.

These included the Blackheart King Huron, the Necron Overlord, the Greenskin Warlord, and the Hive Overlord of Tyranids. The situation was extremely dire.

He accelerated again and rushed forward.

……

On the Black Throne Platform.

Dozens of high-level warriors were in the middle of a melee, and the warriors under the Chaos Warmaster were struggling to resist the attacking enemies.

But there are still several high-ranking lords who are attacking their Lord of the Black Legion, the Chaos Warmaster.

And they are powerless and feel hopeless.

"Huron, you traitor, you destroyed everything I had!"

Abaddon roared in grief and anger, and the hatred in his eyes turned into substance, burning fiercely.

The fifteenth Black Crusade that he had carefully planned was over, and even the Black Stone Ark of Omen that he had worked so hard to build was completely lost, and the culprit was the Lord of the Red Corsairs.

The opponent first led the joint fleet to attack Salvador, opening the way for the aliens.

Abaddon rushed towards Huron, the Claws of Horus tearing through the Chaos Terminators that stood in his way, transforming their souls into faces within them.

Then, he swung the magic sword with all his strength to slash at the traitor, and chaotic evil energy surged.

"Loser, no one will pay attention to your endless complaints, just like a nagging woman."

Blackhearted King Huron laughed at the Chaos Warmaster and didn't care too much about the incoming attack.

That guy is almost exhausted.

when!
Huron blocked the attack of the magic sword with a flaming skull battle axe, but the opponent suddenly changed his tactics and the magic sword slashed towards his neck at a tricky angle.

But this black-hearted king didn't even try to hide.

yah~
The neutrino beam fired from the Necromancer Overlord's Ash Staff struck the Chaos Warmaster's back, creating a hideous wound.

Causes the opponent's movements to be distorted.

"Look, you can't do anything to me."

Huron also took this opportunity to counterattack, smashing the Chaos Warmaster away with his heavy axe and letting out a mocking sneer.

Ah!
Abaddon had too many wounds.

He stared at Huron and struggled to get up.

But before he could stand up, he was hit on the back of the head by the green-skinned warlord with a stick, and he immediately felt dizzy.

Then the Hive Lord's bio-force field blade left a deep mark on the Chaos Warmaster's chest.

He suddenly spread his arms, and countless distorted faces flew out of his body, bursting out with powerful soul evil energy.

Knocks away all nearby enemies.

"I need strength, even if it costs more..."

Abaddon used up his remaining strength and said ferociously: "Gods of the Warp, I am willing to make more deals with you!"

He tried to contact the Chaos Gods.

However, the next moment, the Chaos Warmaster was stunned.

Because the Chaos Gods hung up his "Fel Phone" and rejected his trade request.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The Chaos Gods had suffered too much loss recently, especially during the Battle of Commorras.

A few years ago, we finally supported Abaddon, but didn't get any results. The latest Black Crusade ended before it even began.

If the Chaos Gods were investors, this wave would be equivalent to losing everything.

Not to mention that all the previous investments were basically losses.

Under such circumstances, how could they continue to expend resources, fel energy, and faith to support this Chaos Warmaster?

"Abaddon, is this the power you are talking about?"

Huron's proud voice was heard, containing extremely violent echoes of chaotic evil energy.

Abaddon looked up, feeling even more desperate.

An increasingly vigorous red flame burned around the Blackheart King Huron, his size was growing rapidly, and his body was becoming more deformed.

He was completely overwhelmed by her in momentum.

"Am I... not as good as that guy Huron?"

Abaddon was somewhat disheartened, the successive blows were too much for him to bear.

Apparently, the Chaos Gods chose to invest in a new candidate - Huron, the Lord of the Red Corsairs and the Blackhearted King.

They feel that this being can better unite the Chaos Space Marines, unleash their potential power, and deal more damage to the Human Empire.

As for the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, he has been abandoned by them.

His death is approaching and there is no chance of a comeback.

"I said before, a Warmaster fell, and so will you."

Huron's strength increased dramatically, and he also realized that the opponent had no chance of a comeback.

He launched a final assault, heavy axe and claws tearing through the Chaos Warmaster's armour and inflicting heavy damage.

The black-hearted king even removed the Claw of Horus and threw it aside with contempt: “You and Horus are both complete losers.

You deserve only people's ridicule!"

He raised his arms high, as if to welcome the Chaos Warriors' coronation: "Now, a new Chaos Warmaster has appeared, and that is me - Lord of the Red Corsairs, the Blackhearted King Huron.

Your pathetic record will be worthless, and the galaxy will wail in agony beneath my feet!"

Abaddon collapsed from exhaustion, and was humiliated by the Blackheart King stepping on his chest.

Unable to move.

He looked up at the Blackheart King who was stepping on him, and his past high spirits during the Black Expedition flashed through his mind.

Especially the thirteenth time, it was so close to success.

"Am I going to stop here?"

There was a hint of sadness and relief in Abaddon's eyes.

The tears in the corners of his eyes evaporated before they could fall: "Horus, I failed to inherit your legacy.

Maybe this is all destined.”

Just as the Chaos Warmaster was about to accept his death, the roar of the engine suddenly sounded.

What followed was an extremely powerful momentum!

(End of this chapter)