Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 586: The Destroyer: #*@&, who stabbed the Golden Throne? !
"The Destroyer...The Dark Devil?!"

The horrifying scene in the vision made Afuka tremble all over, and even his voice couldn't help but contain a hint of fear.

He could feel the horror of that chaotic being, whose power was enough to destroy the planet and even killed many high-level beings.

Countless souls were wailing around the demon shadow, and despair was spreading.

That was something that he couldn't deal with at all, there wasn't even the slightest chance of winning!
“Change is happening…”

The sudden action of the Fallen Angels' Captain attracted the attention of the surrounding legendary warriors. Everyone's expressions became alert and the platform where the combat meeting was held fell silent.

Then, everyone suddenly looked towards the chaotic crack.

The chaotic rifts deep within the desert are undergoing drastic changes, and even beings without psychic senses can sense them.

In the chaotic cracks, colorful colors rolled, and then continued to spread and tear outward.

It forms the shape of a vertical pupil.

It was as if something terrifying was staring at the planet, making people feel uneasy, especially the mortals on the planet, who began to experience varying degrees of mental stress.

Even though they were in a fortress city far outside the desert, they had not actually come into contact with or witnessed the existence of the crack.

As the crack expanded further, more chaotic energy gushed out, forming a huge black vortex in the atmosphere, blocking the scorching sun in the sky.

The entire desert became gray, gloomy and silent.

"Your Majesty, the Savior?"

At this time, everyone noticed that a figure in golden armor walked to the edge of the mechanical platform, and they all shifted their gaze to look at that existence.

Ron didn't notice the people staring.

He stared at the expanding crack in silence, his expression becoming more and more solemn!
At the same time, on the other side of the planet's desert.

Scorching sun.

"We really walked out of that forest of Caliban and came to Avalon?!"

The first Primarch, the lion Leon, felt the soft sand under his feet and the scorching sun, feeling a little incredible.

Even though this incident was caused by himself, he led the knights through a forest and arrived from one planet to another.

This involves a huge distance of several star regions, and even subspace navigation cannot reach such a speed.

But Leon was not very happy about this ability, and even felt a hint of rejection.

Because he has confirmed that this is a change caused by some kind of warp sorcery or other form of warp.

The Lion has always followed the Imperial truth and has never liked Warp witchcraft, especially after the Emperor personally issued an order at the Council of Nicaea to ban Warp witchcraft and the existence of think tanks.

Therefore, the First Legion basically complied with the Nikaea Accords.

But he also realized that it was difficult for him to reject the changes in this subspace, because that was his nature.

"After arriving at Terra, I should ask my father how to deal with this matter."

Leon thought with a frown.

He knew that the Emperor, his father, knew more about the Warp and Warp witchcraft, and was a leader among psychic wizards.

"Perhaps this is fate's arrangement. This warp ability will allow me to reach Terra faster, and I can use it to form an irresistible assault tactic, and better control the Empire."

The lion suppressed the rejection in his heart.

He decided to continue using this ability before meeting the Emperor. Everyone knew how much strategic value teleportation regardless of distance could bring.

Especially in this dark empire.

Leon vaguely felt that this ability would bring him a huge advantage. Apart from the Emperor, no one could be more useful to the Empire than him!
"Emperor, where is this? Have we arrived at the place Lord Lion mentioned?"

"This is simply a miracle!"

Zabriel, Hadda and other knights also walked out of the low dead forest and looked at the lion with shock on their faces.

They worshipped this miracle-creating being more and more.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?"

Zabril inquired.

He had no doubt that the planet was Avalon, because the Lion, the Father of Genes, never lied and always kept his word.

"Avalon is a civilized planet."

Leon smiled and his voice became relaxed. He had already found a civilized planet, so things would be much easier from now on.

“Let’s find a human settlement first.

Then we can ask them to take us to see the planetary governor and ask him to help us organize the army and search for the fallen angels."

Within the borders of the Empire, the belief in the Emperor and the legend of the Primarch are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It can be said that the identity of the Primarch itself is a symbol of supreme power.

As long as he, the lion, appears, he can exercise power and issue orders.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary planets.

If it were the senior officials of Terra, they might have to use their own authority and means to control it.

"Your Highness, it may not be easy for us to find traces of human settlements..."

Zabril's voice came out with a hint of doubt.

Leon was stunned when he heard this.

He turned and looked outside the dead forest. As far as his eyes could see, all he could see was endless desert, with no signs of civilization.

There was nothing within sight except endless sand and the scorching sun and clear sky. Even communications were severely disrupted!

This place... is probably a large desert.

bang bang bang --

Leon patted his scarred helmet, and the broken electronic eyepiece flashed with arcs, showing some monitoring data with difficulty.

Judging from the data on dryness, temperature and latitude, they are probably in the center of the desert!

After he came to this conclusion, he felt a little numb.

Still coming, maybe someone is targeting me?!
"Maybe we have to put in some effort."

Leon took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, Avalon has not yet shown any signs of falling. As long as we walk out of this desert, we can find a human settlement."

This is already a very good result.

Based on the monitoring data, the lion chose a direction where a city was most likely to exist and walked out on the thick sand.

Seeing this, the knights hurriedly followed, and the group of people struggled forward under the scorching sun.

The hot climate is evaporating all the water all the time.

In such an extreme environment, it is simply impossible for humans to survive in this area.

Fortunately, the Space Marines' power armor has a life support system that can support Zabriel's survival, and the individual armor of Hadda and others also has many life support systems, so they can also survive in the desert.

The lions are probably the hardest working.

His armor was in tatters and his life support system had long since failed. He was only able to hold on by relying on his extraordinary physique.

The scorching desert wind made the lion's hair dry and messy, and his lips became cracked.

He realized that his body was craving for water, but fortunately he could still hold on. Even without any water, he could last at least a month with his physical condition!

Suddenly, Leon felt a trace of moisture.

That was the Primarch's body, under the influence of the survival instinct, desperately searching for any resources that could restore its physical condition.

He looked back and found Knight Hada gulping down water.

Leon stared at the cylindrical water container and swallowed his almost dry saliva involuntarily while inhaling more hot air.

It makes my throat slightly sore.

But he hesitated for a moment and turned his head away without leaving a trace.

I can still hold on, and I can't ask the knights for their precious water. These mortal knights need water to sustain their lives more than I do.

"Lord Lion!"

At some point, Hada walked over quickly and handed over the container respectfully: "Here, you should drink some water."

"No Knight, I..."

Leon raised his hand and was about to refuse this precious water resource, but was interrupted by the mortal knight.

Hada continued, his tone sincere:
"Sir, we have more water. This suit of armor has a refrigeration system and can collect and filter moisture inside and outside. We can survive even in the drier desert."

The Savior's individual combat armor integrates multiple life support systems. It is more advanced than the old power armor of the Empire and can almost meet the survival pressure of most environments.

Collecting moisture from inside the armor and from the air is just one of them.

Leon and Zabriel felt the comfortable cool air coming from the mortal knight's armor, and then looked at Hada who didn't even sweat, and fell silent.

Their power armor, not even the legendary Primarch weapons of the Lion, have similar functions.

The Empire's equipment design is extremely pragmatic, saving resources wherever possible.

It is impossible to consider the comfort of the equipment. Some equipment even looks like torture instruments, and some designs deliberately create pain, forming a religious whipping.

How could it be so humane as the design of the Savior's Territory?

Now, most of the power armor, mortal individual armor, and vehicles in the Savior Territory are integrated with this system to meet as many extreme environment combat needs as possible.

Simply put, the Empire's equipment used to rely mainly on physical strength, but the Savior's equipment uses technology to maintain it, which can achieve longer life extension and combat endurance.

Zabriel looked at the armor of Hada and others, feeling a little envious.

Why did he feel that the armor of these mortals was better than his own precious one? This was too unreasonable.

"Thank you for your kindness, Knight."

After Leon understood, he didn't hesitate any more and took the 50-centimeter-long water container with a smile.

He really needed the water to restore his strength in order to deal with possible danger.

There is a slight smell of corruption on this planet, and the possibility of the appearance of chaotic and blasphemous things cannot be ruled out.

Leon unscrewed the container, and immediately a hint of cool air came out.

He looked at the pure, clear water in the container and its icy temperature and couldn't help but be amazed.

This container actually has an integrated refrigeration system?
Luxurious, too luxurious! Usually, such containers with special functions are used by nobility!
"Savior……"

Leon muttered as he noticed the emblem of the Savior's bust engraved on the outside of the container.

That guy is just haunting.

He became more and more curious about the savior and wanted to know what the other party's abilities were.

As it stands, there should be some ability, or at least abundant resource reserves, to forge such mechanical armor.

Leon pursed his dry lips, raised his head and drank the ice water in the container.

The cold touch spread along the throat to the heart, and then spread to moisten the dry whole body, bringing an unimaginable cool feeling.

It was as if all the fatigue disappeared.

He took a deep breath and couldn't help but smile. He suddenly felt that the savior was not bad.

The next moment, the lion held his breath and his eyes became cold.

That is the breath of chaos and blasphemy!
At some point, the blazing sun in the desert dimmed, and a depressing, foul smell came from far away, even the mortal knights could sense it. "What happened?"

Hada and other knights looked confused and astonished, they could not sense the breath of chaos.

But I felt vaguely uneasy.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid that a Chaos Demon has invaded this planet, and it is a very terrifying existence!"

Zabril's voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

That is the warrior's instinctive vigilance when facing a higher-level existence, just like the stress response of a small animal when it smells a tiger.

"Yes, that guy is very strong, very strong..."

Leon's tone became serious.

He had never felt such a strong aura of blasphemy from any life. The blasphemous enemy was even more powerful than Luther who had injured him!
Fortunately, I am no longer the same person I used to be. My strength has further increased since I accepted my nature.

"You guys go out of the desert on your own. I'm going to stop that guy, otherwise this planet will be destroyed!"

Leon dropped these words.

The whole person suddenly rushed out and ran wildly in the direction of the chaotic aura, just like a high-speed Titan train in the desert, stirring up a lot of sand.

He must defeat the blasphemous enemy.

On this planet or in the entire empire, perhaps I am the only one who can defeat the other side.

That is an enemy that only the Primarch is qualified to deal with.

Run wild, lion!

Leon was almost burning his own energy.

He continued to move quickly through the desert using his flesh and blood to drive the armor, but the desert still seemed to have no end.

The chaos rift is on the other side of the planet, he must be faster!
"If I can make it, there is still room for recovery..."

Leon ran wildly, his hair and beard standing on end, his eyes like a lion staring at its prey.

Fighting spirit!

……

subspace.

The violently swirling chaotic evil energy spread to the distance, and the space was twisted and torn apart, bringing out more desperate screams.

A huge, terrifying demon shadow appeared in the flames.

His voice echoed:
"The powers of humanity are puny compared to the gifts of the Warp, and any being that denies this is ignorant of the torment they face, and they will pay the price.

Go ahead and destroy this planet and burn all life!"

Following the magic words, the torrent of chaos rushed towards a crack leading to the real universe, and on the other side of the crack was - Avalonth!
The demon shadow looked at his demon army and the chaotic torrent without any change in his expression.

He knew that the planet would be destroyed, just like so many times before, and nothing could stop it.

Because he is the Dark Devil, the Planet Destroyer, the Undivided Demon Prince of Chaos - Peloforai!
"What a boring destruction..."

Peloforai's body was covered with many skulls and armor fragments, and he sighed slightly.

Ever since his record surpassed that of the four gods, he has not encountered any decent opponent.

Whether it was the legendary warrior or the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, they all died at the hands of the invincible claws, their armored heads became trophies, and the destruction of one planet after another was nothing more than a simple repetition.

No one can stop it.

No matter how many he killed, there was no glory. Perhaps only the head of the primarch could make him excited.

“I hope I can meet interesting opponents this time.”

Peloforai thought so, and then squeezed into the crack.

……

Deep in the desert.

A terrifying demonic shadow appeared from the chaos rift.

What’s even more terrifying is that the evil shadow gradually becomes taller and clearer.

Looking down at the planet.

At this moment, all life on Avalon felt this evil force and realized that some kind of disaster was about to erupt on this planet.

People are becoming increasingly anxious.

"Eternal Lord on the Golden Throne, your humble servant prays for your mercy on Avalon, and prays for your protection against the heretical chaos..."

In a camp somewhere outside the desert.

The interim governor and Marshal of the Galaxy's Astra Militarum, Haraga, with the Holy Cross Pendant wrapped around his hand, tried hard to force himself not to look at the chaotic darkness in the distance.

She knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly, hoping that the God-Emperor would bless Avalonse and bless the warriors in the desert to victory.

The marshal has realized that if the savior cannot resist the darkness, Avalon will surely be destroyed by the darkness.

And the billions of lives on this planet will die in pain and torture.

"Your Majesty the Savior, can you save Avalon?!" Haraga thought so, with more expectations in his heart.

In the camp, more mortal warriors also began to pray.

Because the chaos energy is too powerful, they are not allowed to participate in the war in order to avoid more chaos.

You can only contribute a little in your own way.

But some mortal warriors simply prayed and then silently wiped their guns and weapons.

These mortal warriors still maintain their fighting spirit, and if the final moment inevitably arrives, they decide to launch a final charge against the Chaos heretics.

Only in this way can we live up to the Emperor and Avalon!

On a mechanical platform.

Everyone remained silent and looked at the savior.

Afuka looked past the Savior and towards the demonic shadow expanding in the chaotic rift in the distance, and the feeling of palpitations became stronger and stronger.

"Fortunately, the other half of this planet is hot desert, so the army only needs to defend one side. Otherwise, we might have to pay a much higher price."

The fallen angels' captain thought, trying to calm his anxious heart. After all, that was a powerful enemy he had never encountered before.

Suddenly, he noticed that the Savior sighed deeply.

Afuka's heart tightened and he became even more nervous.

A thought popped up in his mind: "Could it be that even the Savior does not have the confidence to deal with the powerful enemy that is coming?"

At this moment, everyone's attention is on the Savior, waiting for this being's next reaction.

“Why doesn’t this crack continue to grow?”

Ron looked at the crack that was several kilometers long and frowned.

The intensity of this chaotic energy is not enough!
According to the current situation.

This is at most an existence above a demon prince or primarch, not at the level of an unknown enemy that can tear apart a warship with bare hands. It's just a waste of my worry.

He shook his head and sighed again: "Alas, I brought too many people, what a waste..."

???

When Afuka heard this, he was a little confused.

ah?!
It turns out that the savior was not worried about not being able to deal with the enemy, but felt that the enemy was not strong enough and was wasting his military resources?

The Fallen Angel Chapter Captain began to react.

He glanced at the Primarch Savior in golden armor, then at the dozen or so legendary warriors beside him, then his eyes swept across the mountain-like clusters of Titan armor, the legion-formed Custodians and Grey Knights, and spread to the phalanx of Space Marines at the end of his field of vision.

It seems... there are a bit too many people?
In an instant, the fallen angel captain felt relieved, and even the feeling of palpitations almost disappeared.

"Your Majesty, the Savior, I told you that you had too many people, but you still refused to believe me. With this lineup, I will smash anyone's head to the ground!"

Dante crossed his arms and spoke in a somewhat buddy-like tone, looking like a salted fish.

"Now that things have come to this, everyone should prepare to meet the enemy."

Ron looked at the Chaos Rift that had entered its final stage and gave the order to fight.

Anyway, it is difficult to adjust now. Since we are here, we might as well have a fight to warm up the Space Marine army for combat.

Let everyone get used to it first.

This is a lineup of Primarchs, Legendary Warriors, Titan armored clusters and all Space Marines, at a time when Space Marines are fighting on a small scale in the form of tactical squads.

It is almost impossible to happen.

hum~
The chaos rift exploded.

Along with whispers and screams, a torrent of chaos poured out and black pollutants spread towards this side.

Many demon engines stepped out, causing the ground to shake. Those demons, chaos believers, and mutated beasts rushed over like a flood in a mad frenzy.

Overwhelming!

No planet, defense force, or Space Marine chapter can withstand such power!
Gradually, more and more voices were heard from the Chaos Crack. The hoarse and distorted voices of the demons seemed to be calling and cheering:

Destroyer! Destroyer! Destroyer!
Boom——

A demon shadow burning with flames leaped out from the chaos crack and slammed heavily into the center of the battlefield. The surrounding ground cracked and spewed out dark red magma.

After that, the burning demon wings spread out, almost covering the sky, with an extremely intimidating and terrifying aura!

"Speak my name!

The flames of destruction will burn all humble lives, the flames of war will burn the entire hazy star field to the center of the empire, and the destruction of each planet will increase my power and form more evil armies.

This is my Holy Word!"

Peloforai roared violently, and the flames and sound waves from his mouth dispersed the clouds in the sky.

However, he did not hear any cries of fear from humans, and the atmosphere became a little dull.

???

The dark demon and planet destroyer looked up with some confusion.

High on the mechanical platform, the Savior's honorary flag was flying, and below it was a big golden man with his arms folded across his chest, looking indifferently at this side, his cloak fluttering slightly.

Surrounding it is the mountain-shaped Golden Brother Mountain, which is composed of many famous legendary warriors and the Imperial Guards.

Behind them were mountain-like clusters of Titan armor and endless legions of Space Marines that blocked all vision.

dong dong dong.

"Do not……"

Perofour's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back in sudden shock, his heart pounding.

The Destroyer was a little dazed, and his head was buzzing.

What's going on? Fuck Holy Terra!
Ah, not really?

He didn't stab the Golden Throne, so he wouldn't send this lineup to deal with a demon prince, right? !
Just when the Dark Devil and the Planet Destroyer were doubting their lives, a roar was heard...

(End of this chapter)