Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 583 Savior: The Supreme Emperor of the Empire will come to Avalon!

forest.

The faint light falls like a veil.

The soft earth was covered with moss, with the occasional green leaf and twig mixed in, and the gentle calls of birds could be heard from time to time.

"Zabriel, how long have we been traveling in this forest?"

Lion King Leon suddenly stopped and asked.

"Your Highness, we should have been gone for half a month..."

Zabril thought for a moment and changed his answer: “It’s been about a month, but we don’t feel hungry at all, and even the light hasn’t changed at all.

Do you know what's going on?"

After they followed the lion into the strange forest of Caliban, all the timekeeping devices stopped working, and the hands and numbers sometimes moved forward and sometimes moved backward.

I have no idea how much time has passed.

"There are so many mysteries in the galaxy that even I can't understand them all."

Leon turned around and looked at the somewhat uneasy knights behind him, and said firmly:

“But I can promise you that I can lead you out of this forest, because I arrived in Kamas through this forest.

And it will lead us to Avalon."

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he felt an overwhelming emotion.

Leon placed his hand over his heart and became worried.

That was the sadness and pain he had felt ten thousand years ago when the Children of Caliban killed each other and destroyed their homeland.

Now the lion feels it again.

Leon realized that some tragedy was about to happen, and it was about his own bloodline.

There is a special connection between the Primarch and his offspring, and now that he has accepted his own nature, he can feel the connections and changes therein even more.

The lion made a quick decision and quickened his pace again: "Everyone follow me, don't fall behind!"

The power system of his armor had long been damaged in the previous battle. He was running with only his body to pull the several tons of armor, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

Zabriel, Hada and other knights used jump packs and armored jet devices to run at full speed and barely caught up and saw the back of the lion.

“We’re almost there!”

Leon looked at the ray of light in the distance on the tree-lined road, feeling extremely anxious.

A tragedy is happening, and I must stop it and make up for the mistakes I have made.

He must bring those fallen angels who have suffered for ten thousand years back to the embrace of the First Legion!
The lion took a big step forward, and in just one or two steps, the surrounding scenery changed completely. The forest of Caliban was no longer there, and there were more low dead trees.

And under your feet is soft sand.

He looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, with only one thought in his mind -

This is Avalons!
……

Dream, bridge.

Ron sat at a desk in front of the observation dome, looking through the information collected from various sources.

His eyes fell on Avalon's information, and his heart was filled with worry.

This developing star system is said to have suffered a severe Chaos invasion, and what's more troublesome is that its planetary defense capabilities are not strong.

"It should be alright, right?"

He was a little worried that by the time he arrived, the planet would have been destroyed by the unknown enemy and he would only see the remains of the planet as before.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently, and the armor of the observation dome slowly opened, allowing the airspace outside to be seen.

A slightly yellow planet is right in front of us, that is Avalon.

"Fortunately, we arrived in time."

Ron looked at the planet, quite satisfied.

Then he realized something and asked Taco next to him:
"Did our ship... hit something?"

Under normal circumstances, there would be no possibility of any vibration on this behemoth flagship when it jumped out of the subspace.

If the Dream knocks over someone else's space station, that would be a bit troublesome.

"Yes, my lord."

The information receiver on Taco's temple flickered slightly, and he took a few seconds to answer.

This office secretary and deputy is always receiving massive amounts of information and answering any questions from His Majesty the Savior in a timely manner.

He said slowly:
"We probably collided with a cruiser, causing a slight scratch on the hull armor, but not much damage."

"Hey, let's make those guys who drive the boat pay more attention next time. What's the use of always rushing around recklessly?"

Ron sighed, not realizing that the drivers' driving style was to learn the savior.

"When the time comes, you can communicate with the ship that was hit and compensate them. It would also be a good idea to upgrade the armor of the other ship.

Provide them with some supplies as compensation for their mental damages."

As the Primarch of Hope, the Savior of the Empire, and the Emperor of the Empire, he had to deal with it properly if he collided with an Imperial ship, otherwise it would be too much.

So as not to disappoint those loyal subjects.

Taco received new information and added: "Your Majesty, we hit the Dark Angels' Lord-class cruiser. They..."

However, before he could finish his words, a cold voice came from the speaker of the ship's public channel.

The Dark Angels' Lord-class cruiser broadcast to the Dream, and the tone was irrefutable:
"Strange Imperial vessel, you have desecrated a warship of the Dark Angels of the First Legion.

We will board the ship to inspect you. Please ask your supreme commander to go and greet you immediately. Please note... any resistance or attack will be regarded as betrayal!"

To the Dark Angels, this unfamiliar ship looked amazing, but it was still a little inferior to the Monolith Space Fortress.

There is no way to scare them.

What's more, their Monolith Space Fortress is nearby and can provide support at any time via high-speed subspace travel.

Most importantly, no one in this empire dares to defy the authority of the Dark Angels.

After the Great Rift, they quietly restored the organization of the Legion to fight against the increasing number of enemies of humanity, and their authority was further enhanced.

When Taco heard this, there was a hint of unkindness in his eyes.

The Dark Angels actually wanted to board the ship to inspect the carriage of the Savior and the Emperor of the Empire, and even asked the supreme commander here to go and greet him. How arrogant and blasphemous it was.

This is a humiliation to His Majesty the Savior and the Emperor of the Empire!

"Although it's a misunderstanding, the tempers of these dark angels seem to be a bit tough. The Lion King guy might be even more difficult to deal with."

Ron thought so.

He was a little worried that the Lion King would be too stubborn and disagree with him or go and create a second empire, which would be troublesome.

After all, even the Emperor at that time found it difficult to resolve the differences and disputes among the Primarchs.

Especially those Primarchs who have accepted the Essence.

They possess greater power, are almost impossible to conquer, and even physical destruction is difficult. They can escape to the subspace at any time.

For example, the Crow King, who transformed into a big crow in the subspace, was flying everywhere.

As for what was happening in front of him, he didn't care much.

There is no need to say anything about such a small incident.

The Dark Angels' broadcast training had just ended, and the Dream responded via the communication channel:
“Dark Angels, I am Antil, the Grand Master of the Inquisition, and I come here with the great Savior, the Emperor of the Empire.

I suspect you of blasphemy. Stop the ship immediately and accept the investigation of the Tribunal!"

"By the Emperor, I am Tilis, Lord Commander of the Custodes.

Your actions have already involved blasphemy. Shut down all communications immediately. The Imperial Guards will board the ship to examine you to determine your purity and loyalty!"

Along with the communication voice, the Dream's relic-level shipborne cannon was also moving slowly, and the black muzzle was very scary.

Such words are equivalent to pressing the other person against the wall and then ordering him to take out his ID and tell the truth.

I hope that the title of Primarch Savior will work better on the light side of the Empire and in some areas.

But in this dark area, many people probably have never heard of it, which is likely to cause misunderstandings and disputes.

So when Ron came to the dark side, he brought with him a high-level team from the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition, which was like a mobile business card that enabled him to communicate better with the forces of the dark side.

No explanation is needed.

If the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards did not need to guard the palace and could not spare the time to come, he would have wanted to take the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards as his own guard.

After all, as the emperor of the empire, he has this power.

"The Emperor..."

The Dark Angel's communications soldier felt numb upon hearing this.

Although he was not quite sure who the savior was, he knew the Inquisition and the Imperial Guards. No one in the empire did not know about these two special institutions.

Grand Master of the Inquisition, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards?
What kind of blasphemy would attract these two beings at the same time?

Who is that savior?
The Dark Angel's leader's voice softened slightly:

"Mr. Tilis and Lord Antil, the Dark Angels are still loyal. We are willing to accept the inspection..."

They do not wish to come into conflict with the Custodes and the Inquisition.

"Let's land."

Ron ignored the matter and immediately went to the armory to put on his armor and prepare to land on the planet.

The Dream has monitored everything that happened on the ground.

Time is very tight.

……

not long ago.

Avalons, desert.

bang bang bang-

Burning airdrop pods fell one after another, causing the ground to shake.

The door to the drop pod was opened, revealing a figure in a robe and thick black Terminator armor.

The precious armor was finely decorated with various holy relics and sword carvings, and the helmet had a pair of outstretched wings.

There was no doubt that this was a monk from the inner circle of the Dark Angels, holding a huge sword.

Take it as your responsibility to eliminate traitors.

One after another, inner circle monks appeared and walked towards the traitors in silence. The black armor exuded deterrence and murderous intent was spreading.

"This may be our last battle, but I didn't expect it to end as a traitor."

Keaton looked at the inner circle monk who was walking towards him like an ice-cold machine, swallowed his saliva, and felt very unwilling.

The fallen angel knight captain realized that there was no hope for his people to escape.

The enemy's number of people is almost twice that of ours, and they are equipped with the most elite weapons and equipment of the First Legion.

"We did not betray, it was the Lion and the First Legion who attacked us and destroyed Caliban!"

Horlock retorted to Kaiton through gritted teeth.

The Lion and these lunatics did something wrong, and they declared them traitors and hunted down these former fighting brothers. How hateful is that? !

Afka remained silent, only drawing his sword. The knight officer felt neither fear nor anger, but only regret that he could no longer protect Avalonse, and had no chance to clear his name as a traitor.

hum~
Suddenly, Afka's heart skipped a beat and his face showed fear.

He sensed an unspeakable deep darkness from the chaos rift in the distance, which was about to erupt on this planet.

"The terrible dark enemy is about to come. We cannot fight at this time."

Afuka thought so.

He looked up at the inner circle monks in front of him, trying to ease the situation: "My former brothers, darkness has come, we should..."

However, before the knight officer could say anything, the battle suddenly broke out, engulfing everyone.

Countless chains of explosive arrows swept over. The fallen angels raised their shields to block them. The explosive arrows hit the shields, causing violent sparks to burst out.

"Defensive formation!"

Averka had nothing more to say and could only command the fallen angels to respond with difficulty.

Their firepower was insufficient to launch an effective counterattack.

One after another, the fallen angels were severely damaged and fell.

Fortunately, the goal of the Dark Angels' inner circle monks is to capture the fallen angels alive.

They implemented suppressive fire, approached step by step, and then drew the giant swords at their waists or behind their backs.

"Catch all the traitors!"

An inner circle monk and knight officer dressed in tall and slender black Terminator armor suddenly jumped up, swung his sword, split the fallen angel's shield in two, and then kicked over the warrior holding the shield.

He broke through the defense line of the fallen angels, and more inner circle monks also rushed in.

The force field light of the power sword suddenly flickered throughout the entire area.

These Caliban knights were skilled in swordsmanship, and the two sides engaged in a fierce sword fight. Every sword swing and block was full of deadly threats.

"You made a mistake. You shouldn't have started a fight at this time!"

Afuka roared and knocked down the two attacking knight officers, causing them to suffer heavy damage.

This somewhat old warrior single-handedly resisted many inner circle monks and rescued other fallen angels who were in danger.

When he stopped to catch his breath, he discovered that two deep scars had appeared on his chest and shoulders.

Afuka looked at the fighting around him and felt only sadness.

This struggle lasted for ten thousand years. The once blood brothers became enemies, fighting each other with swords until death.

He had no way to resolve it, nor could he clarify it.

Suddenly, the knight officer sensed the danger and rolled on the spot to avoid the attack of the alchemical bomb.

He looked up at the sky and saw a Thunderhawk gunboat appeared in the air.

A black-armored being wearing a dark green robe and carrying a sword-blade cross appeared on the side hatch, and his long cape fluttered in the wind.

That is Belia, Lord of the Deathwing, one of the Dark Angels' Inner Circle Grand Masters!

"Afuka, you traitor can't escape."

Belia leaped down from the air and slammed heavily to the ground. The storm bolter in his hand swept forward and shattered the knees of several fallen angels.

Then the inner circle monks stepped on the fallen angels that had fallen to the ground and bound them using special machines that could cause extreme pain.

Rather than being given a chance to survive, these bound Fallen Angels were taken to the Stone Space Fortress for interrogation and execution.

"hateful!"

The arrival of Belia, Lord of the Deathwing, made Afka even more desperate.

That being possessed superb marksmanship and swordsmanship, and was known as a lion on the battlefield. He inherited the qualities of a lion, the father of genes.

Still a perfectionist.

This means that once the Grand Master of the Deathwing takes action, there will be almost no room for redemption or persuasion, and all the fallen angels must be captured and destroyed.

yah~
Belia wielded the Sword of Silence, causing a fierce force field spark to burst out, but the surrounding sounds seemed to be absorbed.

He knocked down several fallen angels in succession and attacked Averka, his fierce attack was unstoppable.

"Belia, darkness is coming. We should cooperate to repel the invasion of chaos instead of killing each other."

Afuka struggled to resist the attack of the Deathwing Grand Master, and the armor that had just been welded was cut off again.

"Traitor, kneel down and confess your crimes!"

Belia ignored the traitor's words and knocked him away fiercely, then went over to pin him down, trying to make the leader of the fallen angels kneel down and repent.

That was undoubtedly extremely humiliating.

The Grand Master of the Deathwing certainly knew that darkness was about to invade the planet, but that did not stop him from dealing with the traitors first.

Then deal with the darkness.

"You don't understand. That darkness is scarier than you think!"

Afuka held on and refused to kneel down to confess his sins and admit the false crime.

That would be more unacceptable than killing him.

Both the Fallen Angels and the Dark Angels insisted that the other side fired the first shot, but the truth had long been buried in the ruins, leaving only hatred.

"Humph!"

Belia didn't say much. He dismantled Afuka's weapon and raised his sword to cut off the knight's knee.

boom--

A shell hit the armor behind the Deathwing Grand Master and was immediately blocked by the force field.

Ok?
Belia turned around and immediately spotted his attacker, an Imperial Defense Force field tank.

"You are not allowed to kill our heroes!"

"He is our protector, not a traitor!"

A mortal soldier said in a trembling voice, and more and more soldiers joined the resistance, trembling all over and glaring at the dark angel.

boom! ! !
The Deathwing Grand Master fired an alchemical bomb that accurately knocked over the tank that was attacking him, his voice full of coldness:

"All mortal warriors kneel, or you will be executed for your blasphemous attack."

He did not kill the attacker; the irrational behavior of a mortal was not worthy of any emotion for a great mentor.

But this being still issued a final ultimatum.

However, those mortal soldiers were not defeated by fear and still stood upright, as if wanting to protect the heroes who saved them and the guardians to whom they offered the highest courtesy and worship.

These tribal soldiers are still persisting, even if it is an egg against a rock, but some things are difficult to compromise.

Their will and belief are stronger than you can imagine.

"Soldiers, your will is commendable, but it is misplaced.

You shouldn't do treason for traitors, maybe they deceived you, but this is your last chance."

Beria remained patient and extremely calm, which was one of his strengths.

But it also means that once he makes a decision, he will resolutely execute it, and no one can stop him:
"In thirty seconds, we will execute all those deemed traitors in this area."

The meaning of the Deathwing Grand Master was very clear: if you don't kneel down to show your loyalty, you will die.

The inner circle monks of the Dark Angels can accurately destroy and kill all rebels within seconds. A terrible massacre is about to happen.

"Soldiers, obey orders!"

Afka and other fallen angels had tears in their eyes. They had never been treated like this before and felt honored by it.

They no longer insisted and were held down by the dark angels, forcing them to kneel on the ground in a gesture of repentance.

These guardians of Avalon do not want their persistence to lead to the destruction of life on this planet.

"Warriors of Avalon, obey the orders of the Guardian..."

Haraga gave the order somewhat dejectedly, her eyes dim, and she knelt on her knees to show her submission to the Dark Angel.

The galaxy's Astra Militarum commander realized that neither the defenders nor the planet could defy the will of the Dark Angels and could only accept it.

Gradually, one mortal warrior after another knelt down in dejection and tears, forming a black mass.

In this area, only the Grand Master of Deathwing and the inner circle monks were standing.

They look down upon these fallen angels and mortals with irrefutable majesty.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Suddenly, Haraga, who was kneeling on the ground, noticed a shadow on the ground. He looked up and found a huge, intimidating and sacred ship.

She had never seen an Imperial ship this large.

What was even more shocking was that the ship almost overturned the Dark Angels' cruiser next to it, and its power was unstoppable.

That was the Savior's flagship, the Dream.

This ship from the golden age of mankind has undergone many modifications and has become a nearly twenty-kilometer-long void behemoth. Its mere appearance can bring great shock.

The arrival of the Dream caused a sensation among the people.

"Traitor, do you now admit your crime and repent?"

Belia looked at Afka, still so calm, as if nothing could move him.

He prepared to inflict a round of extremely torturous punishment on the stubborn traitor.

However, the next moment, the Deathwing Grand Master's face changed, and he also discovered the unscrupulous giant ship in the sky.

Then sacred and melodious hymns echoed throughout the atmosphere of the entire planet.

The epic poem celebrates the existence of a being called the Emperor's Chosen Warrior, the Primarch of Hope, the Savior of the Imperium.

Then, a certain voice declared majestically:

“The Great Primarch of Hope, the Savior, the Second Sun of the Warp, the Emperor of the Empire who will rule over all the realms of the galaxy, is coming to Avalon.

From this moment on, the planet must stop all armed struggles and welcome the arrival of the great being.

Otherwise it will be regarded as blasphemy against the empire and the emperor!"

Rumbling--

The atmosphere was being torn apart, the huge burning flames were accelerating, and a giant mechanical platform was falling down at an increasing speed.

at the same time.

In the boundless space, a golden ship slid out from the belly of a giant void ship and slowly descended to the surface.

Such majesty and sacredness shocked Haraga and the soldiers, and they knelt lower involuntarily.

But this time they were kneeling to the being who was about to descend, not to those dark angels.

"What kind of existence is that?"

Afka and other fallen angels were also shocked by all this.

He was also pondering the purpose of that being's arrival and whether he and his people had a chance to escape the fate of destruction.

"Our giant stone fortress should be arriving soon, right?"

In the desert, Belia straightened his back, facing the biting sandstorm, his cloak fluttering behind him.

He looked up at everything in the sky with a solemn expression.

(End of this chapter)