Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 580: The deepest darkness, as long as I can... reach that place!
"hateful!"

Wakan the Red clenched his bloody axe and stared at the huge lion Leon, his body trembling slightly with fear.

The Khorne Champion realized that he was the only warrior left on the landing ship, as the enemy had killed all the warriors.

What on earth does the lion want to do?!

Wakan pondered the question, searching for an answer.

Could it be that the guy really tried to challenge the entire Chaos Fleet? That's absolutely impossible, no one can do such a thing!

Just as he was using his limited brain to find a response, the lion had already taken a step forward.

"Roar--

Blood sacrifice to the blood god! "

Wakan didn't have time to think, he roared, picked up the bloody axe and chopped it down fiercely. The force was so terrifying that it was enough to destroy any heavy weapon.

He must use all his strength to deal with a returning legend.

However, the attacks of the Khorne Champion seemed so weak to the Lion that he blocked all the attacks by simply raising his sword slightly.

Swish swish.

Several glimmers of disintegration fields flashed by, and the Khorne champion's hacking, attacking sharp tentacles and limbs were severed, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Like a maggot.

The corrosive mucus flowing from the ugly body caused white smoke to rise from the steel ground.

The Lion dealt with the Champion of Khorne with superb knightly swordsmanship, but he could have defeated this somewhat angry... obstacle even faster.

But in order not to damage the bridge, he chose the most cautious and safe way of fighting, and did not destroy any facilities in the area until he defeated the enemy.

"Why did I... lose so quickly?!"

This was the only thought in Wakan's mind before he fell.

He was very unwilling to accept that as the champion of Khorne, he could only last 8 seconds in front of the lion before suffering a miserable defeat.

The Lion, this legend is so incredibly powerful, what kind of warrior can defeat him?
ho~
Wakan breathed heavily and tried to raise his head, trying to see the legendary lion again.

However, all he saw was the black muzzle of a gun.

Lion walked past the Khorne Champion, drew his plasma blaster and pulled the trigger.

Bang!
A beam of plasma shot out, destroying the head and most of the shoulder of the Khorne Champion, ending his life.

The muffled sound of flesh and blood exploding further intensified the terrifying atmosphere surrounding the bridge area.

Not only the crew members in the bridge area, but even Leon himself was a little surprised.

He found this plasma weapon in an exquisite box. It was one of the high-end supplies provided by the Savior. However, he did not expect it to be more powerful than he had imagined.

It seems to be new technology.

"The master is dead..."

The crew members or Chaos slaves of this landing ship stared blankly at the corpses on the ground and the lion approaching, their bodies trembling.

They wanted to run away screaming, but they were unable to move due to the intimidating gaze and aura of the lion.

I can only stay where I am and wait for the judgment of fate.

"Follow my instructions."

Leon's voice came out, without any threat or coercion, just giving orders.

No disobedience allowed.

These blasphemous servants were not worth his emotions.

He retracted the plasma weapon and walked to the command position, like the master of this landing ship.

Leon's eyes were sharp.

He caught a glimmer of opportunity to fight back, and it was time to head outside the atmosphere for more victories.

Our own team needs a bigger ship to reach the destination quickly.

For example, a battleship.

That might be an extremely difficult boarding battle.

He needs to deal with massive amounts of enemies alone and penetrate the entire battleship's defense mechanism.

Thus seizing the ship.

Of course, that was later.

Now the only thing he had to do was to rush out of the atmosphere and approach the fleet's flagship before the fleet could react.

Those guys were too confident and flew their fleet too close to low-Earth orbit, leaving little room for reaction.

Lights and shadows flicker on the virtual sandbox.

In a very short time, Leon mastered the command mode of the ship, which was not much different from the Great Crusade.

He waved his hands on the virtual sandbox, but only afterimages could be seen.

This First Primarch and Lord of the First Legion possessed extremely sophisticated command skills and issued dozens of orders within a few seconds.

Those Chaos crew members completely surrendered to the might of the Lion, not daring to disobey in any way, and tremblingly carried out all the orders.

hum!
The bridge tilted slightly, and then shook violently.

The view from the observation porthole has also changed:
The earth moved, and a dim sky appeared. Above the sky was a Chaos fleet that was crowded together and blocked out three suns.

The ship ended its dive at an extremely fast speed and turned to rush towards the Chaos fleet in low Earth orbit.

The shadow of the battleship grew larger and larger, and its shape became clearer and clearer.

Leon looked at the warships with an increasingly serious look. In another ninety-nine seconds, they would be within boarding distance.

That unfortunate fate has passed, and I finally made the right bet. The road to return will be smooth!
Soon, he looked at the airspace and frowned.

In the airspace below the Chaos Fleet, there seemed to be spots of light appearing, becoming brighter and brighter?
The next moment, Leon reacted and his scalp tingled: "Damn it, it's an orbital attack, the fleet is attacking collectively!"

Drop drop drop.

The landing ship's sound generator issued an extremely sharp alarm, and densely packed red dots appeared in the virtual sandbox.

Those all represent incoming attacks!
"what is that?!"

"Orbital attack, it's an orbital attack, the fleet wants to destroy us!"

"Blood God, we are finished. This landing ship cannot evade the attack..."

Such an intensive attack made the Chaos crew feel desperate and confused, and it was almost certain death.

"The boarding plan failed."

Leon's eyes were dignified, and he stopped the unnecessary command operations:
"The commander of that fleet not only showed no contempt, but became even more cautious. He seemed to know me very well, or... fear me?!"

Orbital attacks require warm-up.

Such a timely orbital attack launch proves that the enemy commander decided to destroy all landing ships entering the atmosphere as soon as these landing ships set off.

Even at the cost of destroying their allies.

Just to eliminate possible risks and prevent this lion from seizing the opportunity to counterattack.

How decisive and resolute?

But there is no doubt that the enemy commander made the right decision.

"Will the sinister fate not let me go after all?"

Leon sighed.

His road to return has encountered serious obstacles again, and he may face even more irresistible dangers, or even pay the price of his life.

It's just terrible.

Without any hesitation, the lion left the command position and destroyed the observation porthole.

Jump off the boat to escape.

boom--

As soon as he jumped out of the landing ship, the landing ship behind him was covered by ship-borne artillery fire, and then the flames and shock waves that broke out knocked it away.

Fortunately, this was not a direct hit, and the Primitive's armor blocked the high temperature burning and avoided the fate of burning the body.

But the high-temperature gas still rushed into his lungs through his respiratory system, causing severe burns.

It's like swallowing a piece of hot iron.

With such a terrible impact, even the jump pack could hardly stay aloft and could only temporarily slow down the momentum of the fall.

To reduce harm.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Leon adjusted his body several times and fell heavily to the ground from a high altitude. The heavy impact formed a pit of several meters.

His internal organs suffered further impact and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The lion's cape is now tattered, his body is covered with scorch marks, and his jump pack and plasma weapons are destroyed.

"Your Highness!"

Zabriel rushed over anxiously, stretched out his hand to pull up his genetic father, and was very worried about the other's condition.

"I am fine."

Leon stood up and waved his hand to comfort his bloodline descendant, but his voice was a little hoarse.

Such injuries were not enough to kill a Primarch.

But that doesn't mean he's out of danger.

The lion and the warriors looked up and saw that the sky was almost covered with fire. The burning wreckage of the ship fell, and more light spots hit the remaining ships.

A louder roar broke out.

Seen from the ground, the sky turned red, as if it was on fire. The burning air waves pressed down fiercely, and more flaming meteors fell on the surface in the distance, overturning the earth and mountains.

Like the end of the world,

"The Emperor..."

Knights like Hada, who were born into tribes, were completely filled with fear when faced with such a terrifying orbital attack.

They just stared there blankly, not even thinking of running away.

This is simply an irresistible divine punishment, no one can escape such destruction!
Fortunately, this is not the case for everyone.

The Lion and his bloodline descendant Zabriel are both beings who have experienced many apocalyptic wars.

During the Horus Heresy, the war spread from the edge of the galaxy to Terra, and such orbital attacks were not uncommon.

What's more, they had personally experienced the collapse of a planet.

That is the real destruction.

These orbital attacks in front of them are naturally not enough to scare them.

Of course, this is also a fatal attack.

They now have no warships, no orbital defenses, and almost no way to break through the counterattack.

If this continues, it will only lead to destruction.

"Everyone, follow me into the forest to avoid the orbital attacks!"

Leon did not give up hope of survival.

He gave orders and led his warriors into the brown and yellow forest.

There are hundreds of meters high ironwood and more solid rocks, which may give them a chance of survival.

The premise is that the enemy does not launch whirlwind torpedoes to destroy the planet.

A planet without orbital defense is like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of the fleet, with no possibility of resisting or avoiding destruction.

But Leon still held out a glimmer of hope, because deep in the brown forest, he felt a call, just like when he had just woken up.

"What did you discover, Your Highness?"

Zabril seemed to have noticed the change in the lion and asked.

He and the warriors ran after the lion, with a destructive orbital bombardment behind them. The earth was burning and rolling, and the trees on the edge turned to charcoal.

"I don't know what happened."

Leon frowned and continued, "I can't even say that I felt anything. It's more like something is calling me and guiding me."

"Is it some special device or ancient relic?"

Zabriel was a little cautious. Some of the high-tech relics could indeed create a certain summoning effect.

It even has a certain degree of intelligence and will actively attract people to it in order to achieve its goals.

Leon shook his head and gave a conclusion: "What I know is that we will not be in danger."

There was no consciousness or malice in that feeling, it was more like a desire to leave this planet and go to some area.

Just like one's own nature.

"The forest... and Avalonse?"

An idea suddenly popped up in Leon's mind. He wanted to go through the forest to Avalon, the hub planet and the hiding place of his fallen angel offspring.

It was a strange feeling.

It seems that as long as I keep moving forward, I can pass through the forest of Caliban and reach where I want to go?

Perhaps, where the forest road ends is Avalon.

Although it was a bit ridiculous, he inexplicably had such an idea in his mind.

"If I had a fleet, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"

Leon was very unwilling.

At this moment, how much the lion longed to have a fleet, even if it was just a fleet of a few cruisers!
Fortunately, he now has a chance.

Behind Leon was a destructive burning and roar.

His heart was filled with hope:

"Go there, get there, as long as you can get there..."

As long as he could successfully reach Avalon, he would be able to retrieve the fallen angels, reorganize the situation, and even form his own fleet.

According to Zabriel, as long as he could recapture the local Imperial Navy, he would be able to obtain a sector patrol fleet.

Own at least one battleship and more than a dozen cruisers.

Certain changes are happening quietly, and energy is seeping through the veil.

Suddenly, the scenery around Leon and others changed.

They seemed to be in a green jungle in an instant, the forest of Caliban.

"To Avalons."

The lion's face was covered with black ashes, and he looked quite disheveled.

He quickened his pace, thinking so.

……

not long ago.

Low Earth orbit, the bridge of the Blasphemous Oath.

"This is a necessary measure. We must not underestimate the lion!"

Bellar stared at the virtual sand table projection and squeezed its steel edge until it creaked.

As the former heir of the Lion King, he was well aware of the terrifying nature of the Gene Father and was not prepared to give him any chance to turn the tables.

So after Wakan ignored the advice and used the landing ship to go to the surface, the commander of the Chaos Fallen Angel and the Ten Thousand Eyes immediately made a decision -

That is to destroy all the landing ships heading to the surface, seal the Red Ones and the Lions on that planet, and then wait for more reinforcements!

As for whether the lion will die in orbital bombardment?
If a legend dies like this, then let him die!

Bellar made an immediate decision and issued an order for orbital bombing.

As the hull of the Blasphemous Oath trembled slightly, dozens of tons of high-explosive bombs rushed into the starry sea, whistling and tearing through the atmosphere towards the landing ships.

What happened afterwards further verified his prediction. The Lion really killed the Red One, seized the ship, and flew towards low-Earth orbit.

Bellard looked at this scene and actually felt a little bit of fear in his heart.

Even though he had a fleet, he still felt the absurdity of being surrounded by lions.

His eyes never left the virtual sand table projection until every shell exploded and all the landing ships were reduced to debris.

Only then did I feel relieved.

"The lion cannot escape. You can contact my Lord to come..."

Bellar smiled, feeling relieved.

However, the next second, the fleet's alarm sounded, and dense red dots appeared on the star map.

The surrounding surveillance ships issued a warning:
"A large number of Imperial ships have been detected... It's a large fleet. Warning... It's a large fleet!"

After that, the reconnaissance ships fell into destruction silently.

"Damn it, the Imperial Navy has received the Lion's rescue signal!" Bellard smashed the virtual sand table projection device hard, leaving a deep dent on it.

He looked at the brown and yellow barren planet not far away, feeling extremely unwilling.

But the commander still ordered a retreat. They were in a hurry to pursue the lion and did not bring many ships with them.

Such a small fleet could not confront the large forces of the Imperial Navy, and the large fleet of Ten Thousand Eyes could not arrive in time.

Then I can only give up temporarily.

At least they knew the lion was alive and had returned.

Soon, the Chaos fleet of the Ten Thousand Eyes Warband tore through the veil, penetrated into the colorful crack scars, and sailed away through the warp.

As soon as the Chaos Fleet left, new fluctuations appeared in the airspace.

One after another, Imperial ships crashed out from the curtain and approached the brown and yellow savage planet. The number of warships in this fleet was more than ten times that of the previous Chaos fleet!
Afterwards, more landing ships headed for the surface.

On the bridge, in the command seat.

"Have you found Lord Lion?"

The fleet commander with pale skin and deformed fingers asked with a shrill voice.

There is no doubt that this is a high-ranking commander who was born as a Son of the Void.

These Sons of the Void were born among the stars, exposed to radiation, and grew up on ships and mechanical platforms. They have a humble status, and it is not easy for them to become fleet commanders.

The commander's name was Jose, born a Void Child on the pilgrim ship.

He joined the Savior sixty years ago and entered the Naval Academy of the Zhongsi Academy. After graduation, he joined the navy and was promoted all the way to the position of commander of the 15th Fleet of the Redemption.

The Redemption Fifteenth Fleet is the newest one formed, with ten battleships, more than eighty cruisers, and many more other warship arrays.

Since this fleet was formed temporarily, its members were basically from the old Imperial Navy, and had only received simple education and training as the Savior Navy.

There is still a gap in strength between them and the real Redemption Fleet, and they need to be tempered in the flames of war.

Jose followed the orders of the Savior and the Emperor of the Empire to rescue the First Primarch, the Lion, and prepared to hand over the fleet to the other party's command.

Practice well.

After all, the Primarchs are the best commanders, especially the Lion. This naval fleet can play a better role in his hands.

However, news soon came from the surface.

They failed to find the lion.

According to the traces left on the surface, the lion and the warriors entered the forest, and then left in some form of subspace psychic teleportation, missing this encounter.

"I see."

Jose pulled at his deformed hand covered by a leather glove and said softly:
"Everyone return and report this news to the Savior..."
-
The Evil Eye.

Inside the ship's Anglican church.

The statue of the former Emperor had collapsed, half of its head buried beneath the rubble, and all manner of blasphemous symbols painted in blood.

The surroundings were filled with Space Marine skeletons, dried internal organs, etc., and in the center was a bloody cross with a lion helmet nailed to it.

That was obviously reserved for the First Primarch.

All of this together formed some kind of strange witchcraft formation.

"My lord."

Bellard knelt on the ground devoutly, with a look of remorse on his face.

"Ah, Belal, you failed..."

The voice of the Ten Thousand Eyes Lord, Serafax, slid out in some form like a poisonous snake formed by fel energy.

At some point, a fel shadow sitting on a throne appeared above the ruins of the Emperor's statue, burning with emerald fel flames.

The shadow's foot just stepped on the head of the statue in the ruins, it was extremely arrogant.

Hearing this, Bellar lowered his head even lower.

The commander was about to say something when he was stopped by the Lord of Ten Thousand Eyes:

"I do not blame you, my loyal warrior, it would only trouble me if you captured our prey, the lion, so easily.

That means my prediction was wrong, and the lion will not be captured on that planet, but at a hub, a place where destiny intersects.

Avalonus, we will hunt him there and bring him here for the final defilement ritual that will reshape the galaxy..."

Bellar thought of something and reported:

“My Lord, we have a new enemy, a being called the Savior, and his fleet has arrived in this star region.

According to the captured residual route information, the Savior's destination is also Avalon.

Maybe he came to help the lion, and I am worried that he will affect our hunting plan."

Serafax disagreed, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
“That’s not important, I predicted that guy’s existence a long time ago.

He may have some false reputation, but he is nothing to be afraid of. Only Abaddon, a fool blinded by hatred and malice, would be fooled by him.

The guy used the divine energy to show off his power in front of the devil, but it didn't last long.

Remember, our goal is the Lion and the miserable bones on the Golden Throne."

The Lord of Ten Thousand Eyes had obviously heard of some stories about the savior, but he did not think that this being, who had only appeared for less than a hundred years, could do much.

The empire has long been on the verge of destruction and is in danger. How much power can it organize?
What's more, the savior in the prophecy did not pose much danger to him, and he had the ability to deal with and suppress his witchcraft and evil powers.

Serafax leaned lazily on the throne, his chin resting on his fist:

"I sense that a deep darkness is about to descend, and the Ten Thousand Eyes must act quickly. Let's gather our allies.

If the Lion and the Savior appear in Avalon, send a fleet to surround it and burn it...

Let the blood spill all over the earth!"

……

at the same time.

A certain area in the Avalon system.

Inside the bridge of the Dream.

Ron received some information and stood in front of the observation dome with a frown on his face:
"It's troublesome..."

(End of this chapter)