Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 610 Savior: Diablo is the true God, I will directly subsidize you with billion evil energy!

Boom boom boom——

In the void within Ron's field of vision, explosions of flames burst out everywhere.

Like strings of fireworks blooming in space.

The Imperial fleet and the Dread Legion combined to strike at the Chaos fleets that were constantly trapped, breaking down their defenses and destroying their void shields.

Then there was a massive boarding battle to capture the Chaos warship.

More than a hundred thousand Space Marines roared and started their journey of boarding and seizing the ship, each one more excited than the other.

This may be the largest space boarding operation in the history of the human empire.

Never before has the opportunity to divide and disrupt an enemy Chaos fleet been so easy.

"Emperor, why don't our Lords try to seize the opportunity to board the ship?"

"Boarding, we apply for boarding!"

"This may be the greatest shame since the founding of our chapter. We can only watch our brothers engage in boarding battles..."

Those Space Marines who did not get the chance to board the ship were like ants on a hot pan, wondering when it would be their turn.

He was also the captain of the regiment who failed to get the opportunity to board the ship.

Even the chapter leaders themselves felt ashamed.

"What? You were not qualified to participate in the glorious boarding battle outside Vostroya?!"

Perhaps many years later, they will be asked this question and face questioning eyes.

The largest-scale boarding trip in the history of the human empire, but they were not brought along. What a pity and shame!
Those Space Marines who fail to participate may be considered incompetent, just as mortal warriors are questioned for that aspect.

It is one of the most sensitive topics among Space Marines.

In this situation, the Space Marines who were not selected to participate in the boarding and were just watching in the battleship were all excited and frantically applied for the opportunity to board the ship.

So much so that the situation ended up in front of the Savior.

"Why are those guys so obsessed that they won't even rest?"

Ron's ferocious claws pulled out a communication device and he poked it carefully with his fingertips, fearing that he would break it, otherwise he would have to use psychic power to communicate.

He frowned slightly.

News has just come from the Imperial Fleet that all the chapter leaders are clamoring to board the enemy for battle, fearing that their chapters will be left behind.

"There aren't that many opportunities to join a gang. This trend of regarding not joining a gang as bullying needs to change. How can you be so aggrieved?"

Ron sighed.

But he could also understand that, after all, there were not many such opportunities, so he had to strive for it.

If it were a conventional war, the Space Marines would have been involved in a bloody fight long ago, so how could they have the chance to perform such a show?

Each regiment regarded this collective boarding as an act of showing off their muscles, and their tactics were more aggressive than each other.

Those who don’t have the opportunity to participate are disqualified before the competition even starts, which is indeed a bit frustrating.

Not to mention that even Guilliman and Khan were eager to bring their own boys to join the team.

It is a traditional program of the empire.

"Since they are here, let them take turns jumping over. It won't have much impact on the battle situation, but will help end the battle faster.

Taco, ask the Military Affairs Department to make arrangements and make plans."

Ron thought about it, and finally gave the order to allow those chapters that applied to participate in the boarding battle, so that they would not feel that they were being bullied.

This is a crushing space battle. It wouldn't be a big problem to show off your skills a little bit, and it can also boost the morale of the space warriors.

It's also a good thing.

This may be the easiest battle in the Battle of Vostronia, waiting for the arrival of many Fallen Primarchs, Chaos Daemons and the main force of the enemy.

The war situation is likely to become increasingly difficult.

"For the Savior!"

"Long live the Savior!"

"victory!"

as predicted.

After Ron gave the order, cheers from high-ranking warriors were heard on the public communication channel.

Afterwards, more Space Marines used various methods to swarm towards the Chaos fleet like locusts.

He was paying attention to the situation in this war zone, where many types of boarding battles were taking place.

Boarding torpedoes, ship assaults, wizard teleports, space jump pack assaults, and even naked jumps?!
"Hey, those guys are a bit curled, but they should be alright, right?"

Ron looked at the scene and swallowed.

But he did not stop it. The empire had not been in such a crushing situation for a long time.

Those imperial warriors have been suppressed for too long and need to release their wildness.

After all, apart from the Savior's territory, the tone of the empire over the past ten thousand years has been suffering, oppression, and continuous brutal wars.

Either you fail or you are on the verge of failure, and it takes a lot of sacrifice and blood and tears to repel the enemy.

As a result, a large number of Space Marine chapters had lost their men and even had a shortage of gene-seeds, and they were forced to risk their lives to recover them.

Now that the Empire has finally recovered some of its vitality, the Space Marines have been able to feel the high spirits of humanity during the Great Crusade.

Naturally, this made the Space Marines excited.

“The Emperor is above.

It has been a long time since the Empire has seen such a scene. I seem to have returned to the Great Crusade, fighting with our Gene Father..."

A high-ranking veteran soldier said this on the public communication channel.

He is the former Chapter Master of the Stormbeaks, and son of the Raven Lord, Primarch of the XIX Legion.

This high-level being, who was trapped in a life-support device and then fished out of the warp by the Savior's Territory, is like a living fossil of the Empire and is a figure of the same era as the Primarch.

His emotional words caused the communication channel to fall into a brief silence.

"Brother, let's go board the ship and destroy those heretics!"

Then, the voice of Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, was heard, as if he was right beside the ten-thousand-year veteran.

Even this salted fish became active under the influence of the exciting atmosphere.

"so good……"

Ron observed these changes and couldn't help but smile.

This is the change he hopes to see. The empire has endured humiliation and suffering for too long, and it is time to wake up and revitalize.

The imperial warriors should have more confidence and belief in victory, and firmly believe that the empire will eventually prosper.

Instead of just thinking about the dark future and making sacrifices in exchange for living space.

Such an empire has no future.

It didn't take long for Ron to turn his attention away from the Empire and focus on the Legion of Terror.

The fighting spirit of the Legion of Terror is so strong that it does not need any encouragement at all.

They all joined the gang together, and no one can stop them.

After all, for the fear warriors, war is a part of life and strength, and such a crushing boarding battle is a rare opportunity.

The fear warriors have basically overdrawn their blood points in advance to strengthen their strength and equipment, and each warrior has a large amount of blood point loans.

It can be said that he is so eager for victory that his eyes turn red, which is much more terrifying than pure killing.

Those fear warriors who owe blood point loans are waiting to kill the alien heretics to restore their blood, and then get more blood points in exchange for Diablo's evil power.

In the evaluation system of the Fear Warrior, basically whoever owes Diablo more blood points is stronger.

To put it simply, the better your performance, the more blood points you have. The more blood points you have, the higher the amount of your blood point loan, and the more you owe.

Thereby obtaining more evil power, and they are never satisfied.

Especially those top-level fear warriors, they basically owed a huge amount of blood points to Diablo and were on the verge of thunderstorm all the time.

If they completely explode and it becomes difficult to fill the lost blood points, they may lose everything and start from scratch without even a chance to turn things around.

In this situation, how could the fear warriors dare to stop fighting? !

They are simply non-stop fel warriors who wish they could fight on the battlefield 24 hours a day.

Even more fierce than the Blood God Warriors.

The look of desire for war and blood spots could frighten the Blood God Warriors. Even Ron himself felt a little doubtful when he saw it.

I guess if I use Diablo's power to mark the Blood God with a health bar and rewards, I will get rewards if I dare to charge, and a large amount of blood points will explode with one cut.

I guess these guys who are willing to risk their lives for blood points would dare to rush forward with weapons and attack.

In this case, you can prevent the Dread Warrior from attacking the Chaos Heretic.

Isn't that a mess?!
Of course, Ron can also use the power of the Dark Prince and Diablo to suppress the Fear Warriors, or deprive them of the qualification to obtain blood points.

Thus commanding them.

But that would undoubtedly affect the overall fighting atmosphere and momentum of the Legion of Fear, and would have an adverse effect on the growth of the Legion's combat effectiveness.

The Dread Warriors are considered to be the more extreme force under his command, the terrorists among the Chaos Warriors, and are specially used to raid Chaos and Aliens.

It is better to use the evil power represented by blood points to inspire and guide the Legion of Terror.

Too many rules and restrictions will only erode their will to kill.

As long as enough blood point blessings are given, these warriors will naturally become more and more powerful.

This is also the reason why Roon's dark side vest Diablo is more competitive than Khorne in some aspects.

The Blood God of Khorne adopts a model of taking commissions and returning points, and the proportion of favors received by believers is unlikely to exceed 100%.

But Diablo is different. Not only does it give full rebates to high-level beings, it also allows you to consume in advance and gives you generous loans. As long as you follow it, he will give you excess power.

He can be regarded as a great good man in the chaotic subspace.

As for where does the extra evil energy used to borrow blood points come from?

Of course, Ron subsidized his faith energy from other places.

If there are too many people to follow up and the subsidies are insufficient, we may have to use the devouring power of the little sun to get some dark power from the emperor, the kind that we cannot return.

Give your own Fear Corps some subsidies worth tens of billions. But the risk is a bit high and may cause some negative effects.

But as long as we can weaken the power of faith in the evil gods of the Warp and enhance our own strength, such a risk is worth taking, and by the way, it can also reduce the pressure on the Emperor to turn evil.

"It seems that we have encountered a tough opponent in that airspace."

Suddenly, Ron received a message from the Legion of Terror, and flames burned in his eyes.

He is also going to join the battle.

Those Chaos warriors, especially the Khorne warriors under the Blood God, did not surrender so easily.

Some high-level beings would rather die in battle than surrender. This is when he, the Dark Prince, needs to take action personally.

Suppress and subdue it with irresistible force.

Those Chaos warbands are usually scattered throughout the galaxy, running around like space pirates, and it is difficult to actively find them.

Now these guys have come to us on their own initiative, lured by false news. This is a godsend opportunity.

boom--

The eyeball-shaped watchtower shook violently, and two hideous footprints appeared on the steel plate.

That was Ron stepping on.

He waved his demonic wings, and his huge burning body took off from the watchtower and rushed straight into space.

No protection is needed at all.

"It's more convenient to use a Chaos clone body, as it can always keep the evil energy of the subspace running..."

In space, Ron felt extremely refreshed.

His eight-meter-tall body was like a small space fighter, flying at an extremely fast speed, and his blade-like wings easily cut into the incoming stray bullets.

Compared to a human body, this Chaos Body is better able to operate in the area after a Chaos Storm, and can mobilize a larger scale of evil energy to influence galactic reality.

This is an advantage of the chaos side, but it consumes more energy, is not easy to sustain, and may also encounter restraint from special witchcraft and divine power.

Not long after, Ron stepped on a Chaos Engine and forcefully crashed into the bridge armored area of ​​the Chaos Battleship.

He forcibly tore through the armor in that area and then broke into the area inside the battleship.

Just like an abominable molten iron monster, the entire invasion process was extremely violent and terrifying.

……

Bloodbinder Chaos Battleship.

In the defense area of ​​the bridge, there were continuous sounds of explosive bombs, chainswords, and tearing flesh, and debris was flying everywhere.

The Khorne warriors were surrounded, beaten, and fell one after another.

“Blood God…”

The Bloodbinder warrior Arno fell to his knees, watching the scene helplessly, his faith close to collapse.

Those dread warriors were covered in violent heavy armor, with killing runes gleaming and fel flames raging.

Extremely dazzling.

The fear warriors knocked down and destroyed the Blood God's warriors just as they slaughtered ordinary warriors.

Their weapons and armor were simply impossible to resist.

Arnold has always believed in power. Only with power can one control his own life.

When he was a common resident of the Lower Hive, he realized early on that he was just like any other citizen of the Empire.

worthless.

He was just one of the countless imperial currencies that were about to be consumed.

As a member of the currency, Arnold does not receive any respect or attention. No matter what the situation is outside, they still have to complete the difficult work and hard labor.

That polluting factory job was a valuable opportunity that his parents got by using their connections.

If nothing unexpected happened, Arnold's life would have been spent in obscurity. His body would have collapsed after more than ten years of laboring in polluting industries, and then he would have died.

If you are lucky, you can pass on the job to your offspring.

Unfortunately, the local governor, under the orders of the empire, added more tithes, and their factories were faced with endless overtime.

The overseers said they were doing this for the sake of the empire and to prevent the destruction of the planet.

But all their people died, one after another. Arnold's lungs began to feel uncomfortable and he vomited blood in large mouthfuls.

He knew he wouldn't live long.

Arnold began to think about a question, why he had to bear all this.

Why can't we let the nobles who come to the nest do such heavy work?

Finally, Arnold came to the conclusion that he had no power and was not qualified to be respected, so he was forced to endure all this.

But how can one have power? !
As a down-nester, he is not qualified to receive genetic or prosthetic modifications.

Even the simplest weapons and armor were enough to buy the lives of their family, and they didn't even have enough food to stay healthy.

Gradually, Arnold began to look for ways to gain power. He wanted to make a career, to be respected, and to change the fate of his family.

He tried to find more possible things to swallow, anything he could eat, and began to try exercising, but the result was that his body deteriorated even more.

But Arnold did not give up and kept trying.

Until one day, he was punished by the supervisor because he was unable to complete the work due to poor health.

Arnold couldn't stand it anymore and pushed the supervisor down.

At that moment, he seemed to gain strength, and his heavy, weak legs regained feeling.

He stood up straight and vaguely realized what he had mastered.

"You can't order me around. You're not qualified!"

Arnold picked up the tool and smashed it hard on the supervisor's head. He didn't remember what happened next.

All I know is that I started a riot.

In the chaos, people smashed the factory and fled in all directions.

When Arnold regained consciousness, he found himself in an alley, covered in blood.

Later, someone came to him, an organization called the Bloodbinders, who hoped that this warrior could join and change the fate of the planet together.

His abilities will be appreciated, he will get everything he deserves, and the termites of those planets will pay the price.

Arnold agreed to the other party's request and became a warrior of the Bloodbinders.

For the first time, he was needed and respected by others. Every raid and kill in the Lower Nest would bring him cheers and admiration from others.

Arnold's body became stronger and even grew pointed horns on his head.

He was very satisfied with this change, which was a symbol of strength.

From the factory in the lower nest to the living quarters, to the upper nest and the top nest, all the way to the Governor's palace.

Killing, only killing!
Arnold finally mastered the power he desired and became a person that people revered. The termites that once looked up to him wailed at his feet.

Soon, his planet was destroyed.

But Arno didn't care. He was transformed, favored by the Supreme Being, and even killed an angel of the Emperor with his own hands.

Then came more angels.

He is a warrior of Chaos, equipped with heavier armour, and he conquers among the stars.

Arnold believed that as long as he continued to worship the Blood God, he would gain more power and nothing would be able to stop him.

But now, his hopes were dashed.

The Blood God Warriors of the Gorebinders warband wailed at the feet of the Dread Warriors, and the horrifying memories of being whipped by the overseers when they were weak came back to their minds.

"Blood God, I need more power!"

Arnold was afraid and longed for more power, but the Blood God did not respond.

That is the inevitable result.

For those who believe in the Blood God, the rewards are great and the cost is small at the beginning. They can easily gain evil power and kill everyone with full of rage.

But they soon discovered that the Blood God of Khorne required more from them in order to respond.

Believers must give their gods more in return, and the gift changes from being a giver to a taker.

Now that Arnold has been defeated, it’s good enough that his power has not been taken away. How could he possibly get a response and favor from the Blood God?
Just when he was in despair, the aura of another god appeared, as if calling on this warrior to join him. It was Diablo, the Lord of Terror.

Diavolo!

"Brother, do you need a loan?"

Suddenly, a violent voice appeared in Arnolden's ears, like the devil's temptation:

"As long as you join us, you will gain more power. The great Diablo will favor you unconditionally and give you strength and equipment.

Just like me. ”

The fear warrior looked at Arnold with a deterrent look, as if he was going to execute him in the next second.

But in fact, he was carrying out the procedure of attracting new members. As long as he could invite new brothers to join, he would get some blood point rewards.

If the new brother fights bravely enough, he can also get a little bit of the blood points gained by the opponent.

In this situation, there is a strong atmosphere of attracting new members within the Legion of Fear. The old members also like to lead new members and even spend a lot of money to get equipment and lend it to the new members.

High-level beings are able to organize their own large combat teams by recruiting new members, and the atmosphere is very harmonious, united and friendly.

It also fully stimulated their subjective initiative to expand the legion.

The Savior and the Dark Prince privately called this path of evil energy propagation an enhanced version of three-level distribution.

"What a power..."

Arno looked at the dread warrior's ornate, bloody, super-heavy armor.

A desire surged in his heart, and he wanted to accept Diablo's gift in order to gain this power.

However, at this time, the Blood God of Khorne in the Warp emitted new fluctuations.

He seemed to have noticed Diablo's behavior of plundering his followers, and chose to fight back, releasing more fel gifts into the area...

(End of this chapter)