Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 595: Savior: The Final Battle is Coming! The Lion King...is here in advance!
"Great Sage, have our artifacts and equipment dug into the Space Ship or the Webway Barrier?"

After Ron discovered that the subspace tunnel boring machine encountered an obstacle, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

This "hundred-ton king" can't overturn anything.

There are no signs of Chaos territory in this area.

The only thing that could hinder this magical device is probably an entity made of high-strength alloys like the Space Shuttle.

Or a webway barrier that could block dimensional travel.

What's more troublesome is that once the speed drops to the critical point, you and the shield machine will be randomly thrown into an unknown area.

"No entity has been detected at this time."

The Mechanical Great Sage's electronic eyes flickered, and he was obviously analyzing urgently: "The artifact equipment may have encountered space turbulence, or some unknown special obstacles.

I need more data for analysis and investigation.”

“We don’t need to investigate…”

Ron looked up at the changes in the external void, and his mood became increasingly heavy.

It was a complex rune array that obscured the sky.

The next moment, one energy chain after another was formed, entwining and binding the subspace shield machine, locking it firmly in place.

There is no doubt that this artifact device unfortunately broke into a giant witchcraft circle set up by a high-level chaotic being that could block off space.

He swallowed and became even more nervous: "Can we urgently eject back to the real universe now? It must be quick!"

The chaotic evil energy of the witchcraft circle is gradually increasing, and staying here will only create more risks.

"Mechanical Goddess.

The resistance brought by the abominable magic circle almost restricted all the kinetic energy of the artifact equipment, and even the most basic escape procedure could not be executed..."

The Mechanical Sage came to the conclusion.

Due to the influence of chaos sorcery, the artifact equipment cannot break free from its constraints by its own power.

In other words, they were locked in this subspace area.

"Fortunately, we are not without other safeguards. Let's notify the great psychic mentors!"

Ron realized that there was no way to get rid of the means of the mechanical field, so he called in a group of high-level psychics.

This is also one of the security teams of the subspace shield machine to ensure the safety of this artifact equipment.

Able to effectively deal with some dangers in the subspace.

Crises related to psionic power and fel sorcery may occur in the Warp at any time, and high-level psykers are professionals who are good at dealing with these problems.

Of course, this savior of his is also a high-level psychic, and even one of the strongest psychics in the world.

Unfortunately, his psychic power is only strong in strength, and he knows almost nothing about psychic power and witchcraft, and he doesn't have much time to study it.

Those complicated magic arrays, spells, and mystical calculations that are similar to advanced mathematics, chemistry, and quantum physics are indeed a bit difficult for a student of intermediate academic ability in Zhongsi Academy.

Especially when planning and drawing magic arrays, it is equivalent to assembling countless distorted quantum mechanics calculation formulas.

Then give the final answer.

Even the slightest mistake may lead to failure or even cause unpredictable consequences.

Ron realized a fact.

That is, any advanced knowledge requires in-depth study and research.

Although his intelligence and learning ability are now at the level of a Primarch, it's not that he is unable to learn.

It just takes a lot of time and energy, which is not worth it for an emperor.

High-level natural psychics have been learning relevant knowledge at Zhongsi Academy, Star Language Court or aristocratic families since childhood.

Then, after hundreds of years of research, it is likely to be better than trying to do it yourself.

So that's it for now.

The only psychic magic Ron could use was a large amount of psychic magic such as golden fist, golden lightning, psychic barrier and object traction.

In most cases, hand-to-hand combat is better.

As for witchcraft arrays, I know nothing about them. At most, I can see the strength of the array and its general effect.

Stargazing room.

This special small detachable outer armor building is filled with holy light at all times, isolating it from the erosion of the filth of the warp to create a safe space.

The great psychic masters rest and meditate in this area.

"Masters, no matter what method you use, you must solve that witchcraft array!"

In the observatory, Ron slammed the table with the great psychic masters and issued a death order.

It takes a thousand days to raise an army and only a moment to deploy it. The subspace shield machine cannot suffer any losses, and we must put some pressure on these high-level psychics.

As soon as he finished speaking, the witchcraft circle outside tightened further, causing the shield machine to vibrate violently.

Later, the latest report came that the outer armor of the subspace shield machine had further collapsed, and there was currently no space available for repair.

What’s even more tragic is that even the rotating drill bit was broken off.

"My precious magical device!" Ron was heartbroken.

He had just boasted to the Emperor not long ago, creating a grand vision of realizing the dream of a great empire by relying on self-organized high-speed air routes.

If this thing really fails, I won't be able to face him anymore.

The blow this incident dealt to the Emperor was probably almost as severe as the one that shattered his webtoon dream with a telepathic communication from Pony.

However, even worse news came.

"What? You said you can't handle that broken witchcraft circle outside?"

Ron stared at those great psychic masters, his tone becoming increasingly harsh. He had to criticize these guys.

It's just a matter of breaking a witchcraft circle, how can you give up so easily? This is not in line with the spirit of hard struggle of the Savior's territory!
However, when he saw the increasingly clear and constantly changing colorful ravens in the magic circle outside through the observatory, he immediately understood.

I'm afraid the great psychic masters really can't handle it.

Because that was a witchcraft array set up by the great conspirator, the master of destiny, the lord of all changes - Tzeentch himself!

Ron took a deep breath and waved his hand, somewhat weakly: "There is no need to crack it for now. You should think of other ways to see if the Holy Spirit can work."

The things that the Lord of Change created cannot be cracked by normal humans, even a lesser god would have a hard time cracking them.

It is better not to involve these high-level talents, as it may lead to negative effects.

Although he is usually strict, he will not set KPIs that are impossible for his subordinates to achieve.

The observatory fell silent again, but it was not true silence. The psychic masters were using their mental powers to transmit information and discuss how to deal with the current situation.

The complexity of the knowledge required for their discussion cannot be conveyed or summarized by simple language.

In this situation, using primitive language to communicate is too low-level and inefficient.

A spell-related noun may be dozens of characters long, which takes a long time to say out loud. It is necessary to use the power of the mind to compress the information.

One of their communications may contain information equivalent to dozens of books.

The messages from the great psychic masters did not block this savior, and a huge amount of difficult information rushed through his mind.

It was like an entire library of complex functions was crammed into my head, and my head was buzzing.

Ron did not stay in the observatory any longer, but turned around and walked out to take a breath.

He frowned, extremely anxious, because he discovered a terrible fact -

I have been plotted against by the master of destiny and the lord of all changes!

The being who was praised as omniscient and omnipotent once designed to bring the Emperor to a tragic fate and sit on the Golden Throne.

Now, "He" has set his sights on himself again. He has predicted the trajectory of the subspace tunnel boring machine in advance and set a trap to seal off the tunnel boring machine and himself.

That had never happened before.

Everyone knows the horrific consequences of being targeted by the Lord of Change.

That being can use prophecies and various factors to make the target unconsciously fall into a tragic fate.

And it’s difficult to prevent.

Because Tzeentch cannot be detected, any attempt to define Tzeentch using words, images, or ideas will fail.

Even if it succeeds, that’s what He wants you to see.

Moreover, Tzeentch's existence itself is a lie, Tzeentch cannot exist.

Or perhaps its existence itself is a paradox, so that there can only be one legitimate ruler of the universe, and that is Tzeentch.

And...whenever that existence expresses any information, it is accompanied by truth and lies at the same time.

This is a description of Tzeentch left behind in an ancient forbidden book, which may be true or false. Perhaps the book itself is a lie of Tzeentch.

Or maybe that text doesn't exist at all, but is just a reflection of some evil energy in the eyes of the reader.

Or maybe he has never read the forbidden book at all, and everything is just a false memory?

Even everything in front of me, about being trapped, is a false illusion. This being trapped itself is a trap, just to lure me out?
"Hiss~ Could it be that even the me now is fake?"

The more Ron thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he felt a little numb.

The omniscient and omnipotent Cthulhu-like life coupled with the unknown twist of fate is simply terrifying.

The Savior's territory has developed smoothly over the years because the Emperor has blocked Tzeentch's influence on himself, and the more important reason is that the other party seems unable to predict his own destiny.

I'm even a little afraid of getting close to me.

Now, the Lord of Change seems to have found a way to predict his fate and began to increase his strength!

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

This is probably the terrifying thing about the Lord of Change. The more knowledgeable and wise a person is, the easier it is for them to fall into his trap.

The more factors you consider, the easier it is to fall into the abyss.

Fortunately, Ron is not a pure scholar, he can barely be considered a half-rough man.

He quickly stopped his wild thoughts and came to a conclusion: Tzeentch is difficult to deal with, so he will find a chance to blow his head off later!
The wild thoughts themselves may also be the guidance of Tzeentch.

When you meet that stubborn boss, the more you think, the more trouble you will get into. Just rush in and be done with it!
Ron returned to the observatory room and filled his head with a lot of unfamiliar knowledge to prevent himself from thinking about too many things unconsciously.

That will only give the other party a chance.

He waited patiently for the great psychic masters to discuss a plan that could save the situation.

……

Crystal maze.

The palace, composed of incredible geometric shapes, has a surface as smooth as pebbles.

Countless channels appear randomly, then dissolve, merge, and split.

Deep in the unknown passage was a huge room composed of stairs connecting to the secret library, where huge, raven-like, colorful substances were floating.

That is one of the forms of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, and in front of Him are floating dense silk threads, distinguished by different colors.

Mainly red and black.

These threads of destiny are all related to the Primarch of Hope, the Savior and the Emperor of the Empire.

???

Suddenly, the colorful raven trembled slightly and a hint of doubt emerged.

Because the Savior was temporarily free from His mental guidance, fortunately this did not change any problems.

He carefully plucked the threads that represented the Savior's destiny, mainly the black thread and avoiding the red thread.

Red represents danger.

Those red threads are connected to the unknown past of the Savior, and even involve a higher dimension. Once touched, it will trigger a terrible backlash. The last time the Well of Eternity was almost destroyed, it was because it touched the fate of the Savior's past, and almost detonated the entire Crystal Maze.

Later, the Lord of Change couldn't help but be curious.

He risked his life to search for the scattered information, only to find two letters - GW.

Just these two letters of unknown meaning caused Him great trauma.

Never dared to touch it again after that.

But the Lord of Change also found a way to avoid the backlash of fate and deal with the Savior.

That is to try to avoid any fate related to the savior's past, and to pick factors related to the present as much as possible, so as to set up a trick of fate.

This greatly reduces the effectiveness, but at least there is a means to severely inflict heavy damage on the opponent.

Although this would not directly lead to the savior's death, it would give him a chance to kill someone with a borrowed knife and lure him into an irresistible crisis.

It can even remove his power.

For example, the ancient holy artifact that the Savior had just obtained, which could affect the subspace, could greatly weaken the opponent's power as long as it was destroyed.

In addition, the terrifying existence they have cultivated together will personally deal a fatal blow to the Savior.

The hunt has begun.

He will guide the Savior step by step into that desperate fate!

Afterwards, the Lord of Change sent messages to the other three Chaos Gods, providing them with relevant information and plans.

It also spread information to the entire subspace, guiding more beings to participate in this hunt.

Countless threads of fate converge in the central area, connecting the phantom of the savior, the illusory star map, and the terrifying black demon shadow.

They will have a fateful final battle at a destined place.

……

Realm of Khorne, Halls of Brass.

The dome of this hall that was once overturned has been restored. The hot brass lava has filled the missing parts, and traces of the restoration can be vaguely seen.

On the brass throne.

The blood shadow of Khorne was still raging, and the raging flames were spreading, causing the demons to tremble in fear.

There were fewer demons in the hall. Many Khorne Daemons were punished and hung upside down on the brass walls to keep company with the former chief demon Angras.

The remaining Khorne Daemons had scars so deep that the bones were visible all over their bodies.

Those are the marks left by the blood whip.

The only one who did not accept punishment was the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha.

He resisted the Demon Eater's war machine with his invincibility, saved the face of Khorne's realm, and was rewarded by the Blood God of Khorne.

The Blood God loves mighty warriors the most. No matter they are demons, humans or other lives, he will give them due rewards according to their bravery.

Kabanha stood at the front of the group of demons with his arms folded across his chest, with no one around him.

He occupied a large area by himself.

“The Blood God doesn’t seem to be as powerful as imagined.

Maybe after I defeat the Savior, I can find a chance to challenge this supreme being? ! "

The supreme bloodthirsty demon looked up at the brass throne, muttering silently in his heart that he had gained more killing power in the previous battle.

It also absorbed some of the Blood God's power and became a little inflated.

The shadow of the Blood God looked at Kabanha's unruly eyes and became more and more satisfied. He liked such fearless warriors.

Even if the other party is not afraid of one's power and even dares to challenge.

If Skarbrand had challenged Him head-on instead of attacking Him from behind, he would not have been exiled.

The Blood God then gathered more Chaos armies and handed command to Kabanha.

Then an order was given.

He ordered Kabanha to lead the Chaos Army to a destined place to deal with the Savior's army.

And there is - the Vostroya Pan-Stellar region.

Kabanha gladly accepted the Blood God's order, for he knew that the guy who had knocked him down not long ago would also go there in search of a savior.

He won't interfere with that guy's fight with the Savior.

Instead, wait for the results to come out and then take the head of the victorious party!

……

Subspace Tunnel Boring Machine.

Stargazing room.

The psychic masters have discussed several possible solutions, each with its own risks, and then left it to the Savior to make the final decision.

The plans were presented on parchment to avoid interference.

Ron grabbed a solution and prepared to look at it, but he stopped before he opened it.

“I can’t watch this.

Since the big crow is designing my destiny, once I look at it, the relevant factors will be exposed.

He will know too.

And my thoughts will be guided by Him, thus prompting the formation of destiny."

The Lord of Change could not possibly be omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise he would not have been beaten in the head by the Emperor.

It is nothing more than calculating certain conclusions based on relevant factors and the trajectory of the subspace.

Ron thought for a moment, then threw the parchment back and decided to rush forward.

He contacted the Grand Magus of the Mechanicus and gave him an order.

Soon, a green-skinned boy with a runny nose, a dull face, and wearing blue painted armor was sent into the observatory room howling.

It is said that he is the dumbest and most reckless greenskin on this subspace tunnel boring machine, and can be called the stupidest of the greenskins.

If it weren't for the shock of the Green Skin Luogo's faith, he would have started smashing and demolishing things everywhere.

More importantly, he is painted blue, and blue is the luckiest color.

"You, pick one!"

Ron pointed at a pile of parchments in front of him and gave instructions to the demented greenskin.

He didn't say anything too complicated so that the other party wouldn't understand.

Afterwards, the idiot green man grabbed a piece of parchment with a puzzled look on his face and bit into it.

Like eating something delicious.

"Emperor!"

A great psychic mentor nearby reacted in time and rescued the parchment, but unfortunately a hole was still bitten on it.

Ron nodded in satisfaction.

He made the decision without even looking at it: "Okay, let's do it this way!"

"But the plan on this parchment is not complete. It was..."

"Then follow the incomplete one and don't tell me anything!"

After Ron gave his final order, he walked out of the observatory.

He didn't want to and couldn't know more information.

The luckiest stupid green-skinned guy in blue, combined with my power of thinking, should be able to bring more variables.

???

The Crystal Maze at this moment.

A certain big crow is frantically trying to adjust the thread of fate that has deviated in time in order to save a plan that is about to collapse.

Fortunately, everything is still going as planned.

……

It didn't take long.

Ron returned to reality from the subspace shield machine.

Floating in the boundless starry sky, he didn't know how he got out, nor did he need to know.

Anyway, the Great Master of Psyker and the Greenskins got him out.

However, he did not feel any joy.

Because the subspace shield machine was still in the witchcraft circle, the circle rooted in reality was constantly shrinking and oppressing, causing its body to continue to collapse.

If he couldn't solve the witchcraft circle in reality, he would not be able to retrieve this precious artifact.

Fortunately, he has determined the location of the witchcraft circle in reality - Vostronia, where the witchcraft circle is rooted.

In Ron's psychic perception, Vostroya was dark, which was some kind of foreknowledge.

As he continued to shape his own image of being omniscient and omnipotent, he gained the admiration of the people and thus received feedback from the subspace.

He also possesses a hint of predictive ability.

It might be a good thing that the witchcraft circle was in Vostroya, the site of the scheduled decisive battle.

It just so happens that I can solve all the problems.

Of course, that also means doubling the risk, and there's no telling how many enemies are waiting for you.

After half a day.

whoosh-

The huge warship crashed out from the subspace, becoming a sacred background with golden light in the void.

That's the Dream.

After Ron entered the Dream, he immediately used the communication equipment to warn Guilliman and Khan.

He told them to meet up with him before heading to the Vostroya Pan-Star region, otherwise they would likely be surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

According to predictions, the number of Chaos enemies may be beyond imagination.

He had to gather more strength to resist the enemy's offensive and avoid losing the decisive battle directly.
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subspace.

Caliban Forest.

"Knights, we will soon reach our destination.

We will build a defense line there to eliminate the enemy and wait for the arrival of the savior."

The first Primarch, the lion Leon, has a tall and majestic figure.

Behind him was a cold multi-armed machine, emitting a terrifying and vicious murderous aura.

Anyone can feel the horror of this forbidden army. It can even easily wipe out many heavily defended planets and forge worlds.

Leon looked at the ray of light in the quiet forest in the distance and forced a smile.

They walked in the forest for many days and finally found the correct direction according to their nature.

That's probably the way to Vostroya.

Afterwards, this lion led his bloodline descendants and the Iron Man Extermination Machine Corps of the pre-empire era and embarked on that path...

(End of this chapter)