Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 632: Savior: What a vicious conspiracy, we must ask Buddha to change our fate!

“I have waited for this moment for too long.

Hypocrite, your opponent can only be me, not any other being."

Fugen licked his purple lips with his forked sharp tongue, with a hint of excitement:
"Only I, the perfect phoenix, can take your life and soul.

It will be the most spectacular show in the galaxy!"

The Fallen Phoenix said this with a hint of disdain in his eyes:
"You are such a coward, using a cloned body to hide your true identity, like a gutter rat."

The savior rarely shows his true form, and the one who descended to the planet Calliste was just a cloned body.

"I'm afraid that hypocrite's appearance is just a carefully modified disguise. His true appearance may be too ugly to be shown to others."

Fugen thought of something and gently stroked his fair, powdered face.

To the Fallen Phoenix, those whose appearance was not as good as his were all ugly creatures, not worthy of being compared with himself.

His beauty has always been at the top of the galaxy, until the savior appeared and destroyed everything!
Fugen seriously suspected that the Savior's handsome and charming face was artificially adjusted, not his original appearance.

He didn't think there was anyone in the galaxy more handsome than the perfect Phoenix. A clone like the Savior should be despised.

But no matter what, the Savior's use of clones to hide his true self is extremely troublesome for Chaos.

Fugen even suspected that the guy had never appeared in his true form, and perhaps his real body was still hidden deep in the planet Ers.

This means that the opponent is difficult to kill and even more difficult to take away his soul.

"Unfortunately, you can't stop the poison carefully prepared by the Lord of Pleasure."

The twisted tentacles like a cloak behind Fugen reached into the void, quickly shrinking and loosening, as if absorbing some dark matter.

Gradually, his body began to tremble and his face turned red.
hiss~
The Fallen Phoenix let out a snake-like cry and suddenly spit out poisonous mist towards the tip of the sword, which mixed with the deadly poison smeared on it.

Several toxins merged together to form a vicious array of colors.

It was a gift from the Lord of Pleasure, a terrible poison, many times more terrible than the one that had previously poisoned Guilliman.

Slaanesh, Lord of Pleasure, became increasingly wary of the Savior who was beginning to plunder the power of pleasure, and decided to use this war to eliminate the other party.

Once and for all.

It can also take away his soul and inflict endless pleasure and torture on him.

This means that the threat posed by the Savior has made the Chaos Gods wary.

They no longer wanted to win over and corrupt that being, they only hoped that his life would end forever in the galaxy.

"Finally finished."

Fugen gently raised the rapier wrapped with a silver snake, not daring to be careless at all.

Such a terrible poison could easily poison even him, the Demon Prince, let alone the Primarch who had not received the gift from the gods.

The hypocritical Savior can certainly use clones to protect himself.

Unfortunately, the Lord of Joy's poison is not an ordinary poison, but a reflection of some subspace concept.

Once it stabs the savior, it can use the clone as a medium to hit the opponent's real body.

Put it into eternal sleep.

At this time, the vibrations in the hall became more and more violent, which was a reaction from the subspace.

The approach of several fallen primarchs and demon princes has made the fel energies in this area active.

A figure covered with tentacles walked in with an elegant posture.

It was the captain of the Emperor's Children, and he couldn't help but glance at the twisted, blackened humanoid flesh on the wall.

Clinging to the wall were the remains of the Immortal Lucius, who had been struck by the Savior's Curse and almost turned into charcoal.

Fortunately, the Emperor's Son salvaged some of the tissue and allowed it to re-enter the regeneration process.

Instead of being caught by the savior and causing more danger.

"Our Phoenix.

The Savior's fortress engine has arrived at the outskirts of the Demon Palace. You should go out to meet the enemy."

The Emperor's Children Captain half-knelt on the ground and reported.

Due to the influence of the Chaos Array, many spaces have been connected to the planet, and the Fallen Phoenix's Demon Palace has been projected onto the surface of the planet.

"The hypocrite has finally stepped into the battlefield I chose. I'm afraid he doesn't know that this is the inevitable outcome?"

Fugen drank the last sip of blood wine, stood up from the throne, and tied the silver snake rapier containing poison around his waist.

He walked down the stairs, and countless tentacles behind him contracted and woven into a twisted cloak of flesh and blood.

The Fallen Phoenix has waited for his chance and is ready to fight.

The Savior thought that his surprise attack using the Fortress Engine was a surprise attack, but in fact it was an expected result.

He could not escape the inevitability of fate, and all his struggles were in vain, only moving step by step towards his own tragedy.

Because in that battlefield, there were traps set in advance by the Lord of Joy and the Lord of Change, nine overlapping witchcraft fog arrays.

Now, the savior appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield within the nine hours that had been scheduled long ago.

He would fall into the trap within nine minutes and ninety-nine seconds, thus falling into an irreversible defeat.

"The hypocrite will face me, and only me, the one who can defeat him.

The Galaxy will see this unique and perfect matchup.”

Fugen thought so.

The Savior was not the best fighter among the Primarchs. His fighting skills were pitifully weak. He simply relied on the powerful essence of the Warp and the power of faith bestowed by the dry bones.

All the previous victories were achieved by crushing others with those powers.

If the Savior did not have the essence of the Warp and the power of faith, he would not be able to defeat any Primarch with his combat skills alone.

Especially myself.

Fulgrim claims to be one of the most powerful of all the Primarchs.

As long as the battlefield is arranged well, any Primarch can be defeated.

He beheaded the Tenth Primarch Ferrus Manus, defeated and absorbed the Warp essence of the Fourth Primarch Perturabo, and struck down the Thirteenth Primarch Guilliman.

These achievements can prove it all.

Now, it's the turn of the hypocritical savior.

Once the savior falls into the trap and is restricted in the transmission of the essence of the subspace and the energy of faith, he will fall into the stage carefully set by the Perfect Phoenix.

A hell of joyful torture.

That guy will be beaten and humiliated again and again, and will be displayed in front of the world in an embarrassed and pathetic posture, completely losing face.

After this spectacular humiliation and torture, the Perfect Phoenix will appear in a gorgeous manner and duel with the opponent, bringing the torture to a climax.

In the end he will lift up the head of the Savior and end with unparalleled glory.

"Ah, what a perfect performance! The audience will be so excited! Even the gods will be here to watch!"

The Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim thought excitedly, he couldn't wait to stab the rapier soaked with poison into the savior's neck.

Then savor every painful and embarrassing moment of the other person.

He will strip the hypocrite of his armor and destroy his false face.

Let the other person die in the ugliest way!
Not only that, he also had to use the special relic, the Maugeta Stone, to absorb its power in front of everyone.

Make the opponent's soul lose its power and turn it into a lower life form without the essence of subspace!
"Now, the prologue begins..."

Fugen showed a resentful smile, waved his cloak, stepped into the witchcraft circle, and his figure disappeared from the hall.

……

not long ago.

The outer area of ​​the Demon Palace.

The area where this subspace is projected onto the planet Calliste is even larger than imagined, covering an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers.

The decaying peaks and garden land can be vaguely seen.

The Redemption Expedition Fleet deployed a large number of armored forces to the area to stop the continuous outflow of demons.

Moreover, the number of armored forces deployed is still increasing, and their ultimate goal is to advance the front.

Allow the Savior and the Imperial Emperor's assault troops to penetrate deep into the core of the projection area.

Rumbling--

The troop transport cabin, which was tens of meters long, descended at high speed, rubbed against the atmosphere and burned, causing an air explosion.

That was the Storm Army's troop transport cabin. Similar troop transport cabins were almost everywhere in this airspace.

Inside the troop transport cabin.

The entire troop transport cabin was shaking violently, with rows of individual armored soldiers sitting in fixed seats on both sides.

These warriors wearing individual armor are about two meters tall and are equipped with various energy weapons and explosive weapons.

Looks very combat-ready.

Their armor is fully enclosed, and was cast by the Savior according to the appearance of fifty warriors in the previous life. It is more rounded than the armor of the Space Marines and has a lower cost.

All individual armors are covered with a special coating, showing colorful, tiny black spots.

It is a paint infused with black stone powder, which can resist the corrosion of chaos to a certain extent.

Allow the soldiers to have more fighting time.

The reason why humans have repeatedly failed in wars against Chaos is that it is difficult for mortal armies to fight for a long time on a Chaos battlefield.

The chaotic evil energies that spread throughout the battlefield could cause mortals to grow deformed limbs and their spirits to gradually collapse in just half a day.

The presence of the black stone coating, coupled with anti-corrosion agents, allows them to sustain combat for at least several days.

This greatly increases humanity's ability to fight chaos.

Therefore, this technology was first applied to the armored corps. The armored warriors were much stronger than ordinary star soldiers and had the ability to fight against demons.

The atmosphere in the troop transport cabin was a bit depressing, and the armored warriors were a little nervous.

Such a descent is still quite dangerous if the blockade of the fighter planes in the atmosphere is not tight enough.

Let Chaos' flying units come over, and there's a chance they'll be shot down.

Call ~
"God is above..."

Old York took a deep breath and held the nameplate tightly to ease his anxiety.

This re-enlisted veteran was assigned to the 13th Armored Regiment and was about to step into the most dangerous battlefield.

Of course, Old York was not afraid of sacrifice. Since he chose to re-enlist, he was determined to die on the battlefield.

He was just worried that he wouldn't be able to achieve more results, which would be much worse than dying on the battlefield.

"Oh, I don't know if that kid will cry at home, or miss an old guy like me." Old York suddenly thought of his grandson.

But the veteran has no regrets about returning to the battlefield.

After all, he came to fight to protect that little grandson and more little ones like him.

If I really died on the hospital bed in the convalescent area, wouldn't my comrades who have returned to the throne laugh at me to death?
"Ah... He is clothed in brilliant light, holding a sacred sword, and fearlessly leading us towards the other side of light..."

Suddenly, the sound of artillery fire and the stirring music of the Savior were faintly heard outside, and the melody was so sacred.

The appearance of sacred music suddenly broke the dull atmosphere in the cabin.

It makes people feel excited.

This interrupted Old York's thoughts, and the other armored warriors also reacted and began to prepare.

Hearing sacred music meant they were approaching the battlefield.

"Guys, this is the first time our team faces those heretic abominations. It may also be the last battle for us old guys."

Old York loaded the heavy bolter in his hand and said with a smile:

Even if you have to use your teeth, you must kill a few more devil cubs.

Don't be scared and bring shame to our team, otherwise I will not forgive him when his soul returns to the throne!"

Old York is the captain of this combat armored squad.

Although the armored warriors of the Storm Army have all undergone relevant simulation training.

They have learned about the fighting styles, weaknesses, and ways to deal with various demons.

But this is the first time to officially fight in the Chaos Battlefield.

As soon as Old York said this, a hearty and somewhat old laughter rang out in the cabin.

"We have all been through the Apocalypse battlefield. How could we not be able to handle those demon cubs?"

"Old man, we've even waded through a sea of ​​insects. Who do you think we're afraid of?!"

"Let's kill them all together and return to the throne!"

The old soldiers were joking, but their hands were quick, and they quickly organized their weapons.

Then use the eyepiece to receive battlefield information and prepare for battle.

thump—

The troop transport cabin shook violently, obviously falling to the ground.

With a hissing sound, steam gushed out of the air pressure valve and the hatch slowly opened.

In an instant, the roar of fierce artillery fire and the roar of demons outside poured in, and the hymns became more and more uplifting.

"For the Savior!"

Old York roared and led the armored team to rush out.

His vision suddenly expanded. In midair was a rotten upside-down mountain, and in the distance was a black and red battlefield filled with explosions and flames.

You can vaguely see black clouds full of scarlet electronic eyes and hateful humanoid machines.

They are remote automated mechas and servo drones, responsible for responding to the first wave of impact in order to disintegrate the dense swarm of demons.

dong dong dong.

Old York felt the ground shaking, which was the impact of the Titan Machine moving forward.

Every one kilometer on this battlefield, there is a large Titan machine, cutting through the entire battlefield to provide strong firepower support.

More importantly, on the back of those Titans, there is a lighthouse-like device that emits a faint sacred light.

These holy lights can cover the battlefield better and weaken the influence of some chaotic evil energies.

Not only that, the savior's hymn also came from the sound generators on those Titans.

This will inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit.

In this one square kilometer area, there are already many Space Marines and hundreds of armored squads fighting.

For a moment, there was the roar of gunfire everywhere, fragments of explosions flew everywhere, and the Titan God Machine poured artillery fire at the ferocious demon engine in the distance.

"Heavy firepower!"

Old York roared over the squad comms.

After the team arrived at the combat area they were responsible for, they assembled their members into a firepower formation.

He had already seen the pack of bloodhounds attacking him, their fangs bared.

After the squad leader gave the order, five armored warriors carrying heavy bolt machine guns stepped out.

They lifted the heavy gun barrels with both hands and fired bullet chains like fire snakes. The attacking bloodhounds were hit head-on, and a large number of bloodhounds were beaten into meat pulp by the storm of bullets.

The other armored warriors also used their weapons to fight the enemy.

"Shields, put up the concussion howitzers!"

Just after dealing with the bloodhounds and scattered demons, Old York saw a heretic warrior and marked him.

That was an Emperor's Child.

Dang Dang Dang!
As soon as the warriors carrying shields raised their shields, the firepower of the Emperor's Children attacked, making many dents in the shields.

The powerful impact made these armored warriors feel a little exhausted.

But the next moment, the squad launched a counterattack, using concussion grenades and a large number of bullets to send the Emperor's Children soldiers fleeing in panic.

Although he was fast, it was difficult for him to cope with the firepower of twenty people at the same time.

The concussion grenades slowed his movement even further.

An armored squad of twenty-five men, working in coordination, is enough to destroy any ordinary Space Marine.

The highest actual combat data is being able to resist three Space Marines at the same time.

If the number were any larger, the team would not be able to hold on and would be easily defeated and wiped out.

The Storm Army's response was to send out more teams to offset the difference in combat effectiveness with numbers.

Soon, the Emperor's Children Chaos warrior was injured and his movements became even slower.

In the end, an armor-piercing sniper bullet took his life, and was followed by a thermal melt grenade.

His body was burning fiercely, it was a tragic scene.

"Hahahaha, our team can get another bronze medal!"

Old York laughed in the team channel, and the others also laughed heartily.

Suddenly, he seemed to have received new information, and then issued an order:
"Guys, immediately move to the area 500 meters to the side. We need to make way for the Titans to pass through!"

Afterwards, Old York led the team and ran wildly to the side.

As soon as they arrived at the new combat area, they felt a violent shock reaction, like an earthquake.

Boom boom boom!
At the end of the horizon, there is a dark mechanical fortress approaching, casting a shadow over it, giving people great pressure.

The armored warriors were as small as ants in front of the mechanical fortress, and it was like a huge mountain pressing down on them.

Old York and the others felt as if their hearts were being squeezed, and breathing suddenly became difficult.

But the next moment, their expressions became fanatical again, and they even performed the Sky Eagle Salute involuntarily.

"Oh my God, it's the Savior..."

These veterans saw a giant golden flag flying on the spire at the top of the mechanical fortress, representing the honorary battle flag of the Saviors.

It shone in the reflection of the artillery fire.

The savior and emperor of the empire has arrived!

The observation tower area of ​​the Titan fortress, the Imperial Emperor.

"How long will it take us to reach the enemy's core?!"

Ron looked down at the battlefield below. The human fire line was constantly advancing forward, and the entire flame line spread over hundreds of kilometers.

Countless imperial warriors and mechanical creations fought here.

"According to the estimated speed of advancement, we will arrive at the Demon Palace area in...nine hours."

Deputy Taco paused briefly while reporting and reread the time.

He knew that His Majesty the Savior was somewhat averse to this number.

"Nine hours, that's a bit unlucky."

Ron murmured, not knowing why he always had a sense of ominous crisis.

He ordered: "Let the army advance as quickly as possible, preferably within nine hours."

After Ron gave the order, he went to the observation tower to observe the battlefield, and then saw nine inverted mountains.

After taking a look, he returned to his seat silently.

"It's so unlucky..."

Ron sighed, feeling increasingly uneasy and as if his life was in danger.

"Brother, are you feeling unwell? What's the problem?"

Guilliman saw that his good brother was not in good condition, so he expressed his concern.

"Nothing, just something's wrong."

As Ron was talking, his eyes swept over the energy-replenishing pastries on the table. There seemed to be nine of them?!
He was a little annoyed and picked up one and put it in his mouth.

I don't want to eat it, I just want to destroy this unlucky number. It looks quite eye-catching.

However, after he swallowed the pastry, he realized that he had read it wrong. There were ten cakes before, but after he ate one, it became nine.

???

Ron stared at the nine pastries on the plate, then looked at the plates of the other Primarch brothers.

There are also nine of them!
hiss~
He took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the exit of the watchtower.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Seeing this, Guilliman also stood up, feeling more and more puzzled.

"It's okay, I'm going to do something and will be back soon."

Ron waved to the other primarch brothers, indicating that he was fine.

Then they rushed to a special area of ​​the fortress.

This situation is very unlucky and a bit weird. We must ask the emperor, Buddha, or God to come and calm it down.

Hurry and change your luck!

(End of this chapter)