Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 633: Just a little trap, it can’t do anything to my brother Guilliman!

"I'm afraid Chaos has a conspiracy against me, and it also involves cause and effect and fate."

Ron thought secretly as he walked along the corridor of the fortress towards the private chamber deep inside.

Basically, there is such a special meditation room in every vehicle.

Snapped--

Ron had just walked halfway when he suddenly heard a crisp sound and a lamp had burned out.

This was a normal phenomenon, but when Ron noticed the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Nine!
He saw the Holy Number Nine again, which represented the Lord of All Changes, and the broken light bulb caused the light and shadow to change.

The shadows of myself and the cables cast a clear nine on the wall.

The nine characters swayed with the light and shadow, like a shadow demon with ferocious fangs, laughing at this side wantonly.

This is not a coincidence, but a naked provocation. The Lord of Change holds his own destiny in his hands and issues naked threats.

That meant that He was absolutely certain that He would step into the trap as predicted.

How terrible?!

In the galaxy, no one dares to say that they are not wary of and afraid of the Lord of Change. Even the Emperor himself has to guard against His calculations.

Otherwise even he will meet a tragic fate.

"Is this the equivalent of a troublemaker telling me directly that I'm going to be in trouble and there's nothing I can do about it?!"

Ron knew it clearly.

The reason why he was able to live such a comfortable life before was because he was able to avoid interference from the Lord of Change.

Otherwise, we would have fallen into defeat and tragic fate without realizing it.

He considered a possibility:
“Could it be that I am becoming more and more integrated into this world, and my connection with it is becoming closer and closer.

That’s why the Lord of Change can use his power to interfere with the direction of my destiny. My lowest level vest shouldn’t have exploded, right? !”

The more Ron thought about it, the more worried he became, and he lost his previous confidence.

Everyone knows that he is walking towards a trap step by step, but he doesn't know where the trap is.

Everyone will feel worried.

As he was thinking, the nine words on the wall moved closer and closer, forming a ferocious giant mouth that seemed to want to swallow him.

This strange phenomenon of being so close to the face made Ron feel more and more uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked quickly towards the secret room:

“Amitabha, God bless you!”

If it was a head-on confrontation, Ron wouldn't have any worries and would just fight it out.

Although he talks about science, he touches on metaphysics, which always makes people feel uneasy.

Especially the metaphysics that involves the law of cause and effect.

For him, a Cantonese man in his previous life, this is indeed a bit disappointing, so he still has to consider auspiciousness.

In order to have good luck, he even planted two money trees at the entrance of the Savior's Sanctuary in the Internet, and also built a defensive force field for the money trees.

To prevent someone from accidentally destroying the money tree and affecting the feng shui.

Now that the war on the planet Callist has reached the most critical moment, any factors must be taken into consideration, including metaphysical aspects.

It's better to do more positive things than nothing.

This is such an unlucky omen from the Holy Number of Tzeentch that we must do something to offset it.

Ron's choice was to perform a fortune-changing ritual, using positive things from his past life to resist and suppress the situation.

"Your Majesty the Savior, your ceremony is ready."

The Anglican priest came over and bowed respectfully, and the scent of incense could be smelled on his body.

It was the state religion's exorcist incense mixed with holy oil, proof that they had already gone through a blessing ceremony.

The subsequent ceremony will be completed by the savior, and only the savior can enter the secret room.

"That's right. When you go to the engine area later, pray for blessings and fumigate more to resist the interference of the chaos abomination."

Ron nodded with satisfaction and said so.

Afterwards, he issued several orders, not only to the Ecclesiarchs in the fortress, but even the Mechanicus would use nano-incense to drive away the heresy.

Of course, this is not just a metaphysical consideration, it also has scientific elements.

The exorcist incense of the state religion contains effective medicinal ingredients that can restrain chaos corruption and can also repel insects, including plague flies and mosquitoes.

Lest Father Nurgle spread plague within the fortress.

The Mechanicus' nano incense contains rust-removing and moisture-proofing ingredients, as well as active metals that can repair minor damage.

Make the machine run better.

Of course, the incense of the Old Empire contains unscientific ingredients, which produce toxins when mixed with air or motor oil, and the smell is pungent.

The smell was so strong that I couldn't open my eyes and tears were streaming down my face.

But after being improved by the Savior's Territory, the formula of incense has become very reasonable and scientific, and there is no harm in it.

Just smoke it as hard as you can, smoke it however you like.

After Ron gave the order, he walked to the front of the secret room. He used his psychic power to identify himself and then entered the meditation room.

It was a space of about fifty square meters. In addition to the statue of the emperor, there were many other statues with different images placed in different areas.

There are everything from Buddha, God to Gaia, the mother of the earth, the Ennead, and even the statue of Diablo.

The main focus is on large quantity and full coverage. What if one of them works?
In addition, the more special one is the GW emblem, which is of the creation level, so we have to have a little bit of it.

See if you can calm down the town.

Not only that, he even offered up the tablets of his ancestors. Even if he went to another world, he still had to burn incense to his ancestors.

What if my ancestors bless me? !

"May our ancestors bless us..."

Ron lit the incense respectfully and clasped his hands together. Before he left, he bowed to the God of Wealth again.

There is nothing wrong in praying to the God of Wealth no matter what.

After he came out, his mentality improved a lot, as if he had received some kind of psychological comfort.

All that needs to be done has been done, multiple metaphysical protections!
At the same time, inside the Warp Crystal Maze.

This mirrored, constantly deforming area reflects illusory glimmering colors.

It makes people lose track of direction.

Inside a secret room, there is an endless starry sky and countless entangled fine silk threads.

Colorful giant crows float in it, constantly changing.

The Lord of Change has been watching this place, ready to adjust the distance and nodes of the silk threads at any time.

Each node represents the intersection of things, and each movement of the thread is a plan.

He must constantly adjust and control the variables to ensure that the Savior reaches that step.

Thus, they fell into a trap and were restricted from transmitting the essence of the subspace and the power of faith.

hum~
Suddenly, the thread of the savior's fate trembled slightly, which aroused the Lord of Change's concern.

The colorful crow grew eyeballs all over its body, and countless evil gazes gathered and projected towards a certain area.

That is the silk thread area representing the planet Calliste.

The Lord of Change carefully checked the situation in the silk thread area and found no new changes.

Then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fate of the savior is so unpredictable that it does not allow for any negligence.

Otherwise the entire plan may fail.

Fortunately, everything is going as planned now.

……

"There should be no problem with our plan, right?"

After Ron completed the luck-changing ritual, he felt much better and returned to the watchtower area to sit down.

The Imperial Emperor continued to lead the army forward until they reached the core of this chaotic area - the Demonic Palace of the Fallen Phoenix.

Taco replied respectfully: "The headquarters have already transferred four more armored regiments to support the battle in accordance with your instructions.

There are now thirteen armored regiments in the area, which can advance faster. The latest statistics are that we can arrive in about eight hours."

"Very good, we should have done this a long time ago. This is a more appropriate speed of advancement."

Ron nodded with satisfaction, and noticed that the cakes in this area had been replaced with plates of thirteen Akenberry cakes.

The number thirteen is quite auspicious for the empire.

After going through this process, his worries gradually dissipated and he felt much more at ease.

Steady!

"Old Ji, you look a little nervous."

Ron patted Guilliman on the shoulder, noticing the mood of his good brother, who was thinking in silence.

But he could understand it.

After all, Guilliman was defeated so miserably last time, and was humiliated by the Fallen Phoenix in various ways for ten thousand years. This time he must wash away the shame.

If he failed again, he would not be able to hold his head up in front of the Fallen Phoenix. It would also be embarrassing in front of his brothers.

"Brother, you don't have to be so persistent... I mean that this duel between you may not succeed."

Roan said seriously: “If we arrive before the other fallen primarchs arrive, we will join forces to capture Fulgrim and seize the Maugta Stone artifact from him.

We must get our hands on that artifact, the technology it contains is our hope for the future against Chaos."

The ability of Maugta Stone to absorb the essence and power of the subspace really made him envious.

For this savior, there is no need to care about combat honor in this situation. If you can just gang up on the opponent, don't fight one-on-one.

Once they find the Fallen Phoenix, the four Primarchs will go up and beat him up, then hold him down and capture him.

Then he interrogated him harshly and asked him to reveal all the treasures, including the Maogeta Stone.

"Brother, the duel with Fulgrim is only my personal honor and disgrace. I will not put it above the interests of the empire, absolutely not."

Guilliman's stern, statuesque face broke into a smile.

He stated his position very seriously, not wanting to embarrass his good brother.

Although this Ultimate Primarch was very keen on having this duel.

"We still have to duel. How can I let my good brother have regrets?"

Ron handed Guilliman a piece of cake and stuffed one into his mouth: “After we catch Fulgrim and deal with some things.

I will build a large dueling arena and let you beat that guy up in the dueling arena.

Live broadcast across the galaxy!"

"This is inevitable..."

When Guilliman heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, but after thinking about it, he was still a little hesitant.

Such a large-scale duel facility requires the empire to invest a lot of resources.

And it's too ostentatious.

"What are you afraid of? If you have the chance, you should do it. Besides, it's a good thing."

Ron said, and he was getting a little excited:
"If this is not enough, we can just renovate the Senate of Holy Terra and duel inside. This will be more meaningful!"

The ancient Roman Colosseum in the Senate was itself a dueling arena from the ancient Terra Roman era, and was used as a dueling arena for beating traitors.

Such a high-profile live broadcast can attract the attention of many entities, boost the morale of the Empire, and strike a blow to the arrogance of Chaos traitors.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he can catch Fulgrim and Guilliman does not perform poorly in the duel.

Otherwise it would be a side effect.

For the next few hours, Roan, Guilliman, Khan, and the Lion continued to watch the battlefield.

He also took action to deal with some Chaos Demons that tried to attack.

He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the core area, and the chaotic evil energy was continuously increasing.

He must fight quickly and get rid of the Fallen Phoenix and other Fallen Primarchs as soon as possible.

Chaos evil energy of this intensity is almost the same as being in the warp. The armored corps cannot hold out for long.

According to the advice given by the Medical Department, it is best not to exceed three days, otherwise the mental health of the individual armored soldiers will suffer lasting damage.

Gradually, Ron saw the towering Demon Palace in the distance from the watchtower, like a snake hovering above a corrupted mountain.

For some reason, his heartbeat quickened and the sense of crisis he had felt before came back.

???

Rondon felt something was wrong and realized a problem.

Something is wrong with the timing!
He turned around and asked Taco next to him: "How long has it been now, eight hours or nine hours?!"

This is a very important matter.

Because many of the Chaos God's magic arrays and plans are based on holy numbers and are closely related to time.

For example, seven levels, seven days, or nine days, nine hours, and so on.

"Your Majesty, the timekeeping device has been interfered with. It will take some time for me to answer you."

Taco wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied.

The change in the speed of time flow is slight, and the technical priests have only just discovered the abnormality.

The correct data is being fetched.

A few minutes later, the technical priests gave their answer:
"It took the Imperial Emperor exactly nine hours to enter this core area!"

Ron gasped.

I didn't expect that I couldn't escape this weird number.

Thinking from the worst perspective, if the Lord of Change had set up some trick or magic circle.

It is now started.

"Brother Ron, what should we do next?!" Leon realized the problem and his face became serious.

Guilliman and Khan also looked over, waiting for the Savior's decision.

"let me see……"

Ron hesitated.

He thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head:

"We continue our attack and take down that Demon Palace. We must not let Fugen go this time!

But we must be aware of the traps, the Lord of Change's plan may have already taken effect.

Of course, you don’t have to pay attention to it, but thinking too much may cause trouble.”

The trap set by the Lord of Change has been activated, so whether I retreat or not, I might fall into it.

Furthermore, if we retreat, we won't be able to dismantle the chaos formation on this planet, which is the core purpose of this war.

In this case, let's just be reckless. This is also one of the ways to deal with the Lord of Change.

That guy can't really influence the greenskins.

What's more, your own luck-changing rituals may not be useless. Just believe in your ancestors!
"Blast it first!"

Ron pointed at the Demon Palace in the distance and gave an order, and then a barrage of artillery fire attacked the Demon Palace.

The Imperial Emperor's core main gun, the ship-borne light spear, was fired, destroying the crumbling witchcraft barrier and causing most of the magic palace to collapse.

The aura of the fallen phoenix Fulgrim was thus revealed.

"Brothers, it's our turn now. We must use all means to capture Fulgrim.

Don’t let him get away!”

The moment Ron discovered the Fallen Phoenix, he led the other brothers to attack.

However, what they didn't expect was that the guy didn't run away, but instead came towards them.

Hehehehe~
Fugen's figure emerged from mid-air, his posture graceful and restrained.

He covered his mouth and laughed softly. His voice was so charming and he seemed to be in a good mood:
"Hypocrite, everything about you is exposed to me, and yet you have tragically stepped into the trap of your predetermined fate and ended up in failure..."

Snapped!
Black powder smoke rose.

"What are you talking about? Just kill him!"

Ron raised his hand and fired an antimatter projectile, and the micro black hole formed forced the Fallen Phoenix to move.

Many tentacles were torn apart and sucked into the black hole.

Afterwards, he and his primarch brothers rushed forward.

"The time has come. Nine hours later, at ninety-nine minutes and nine seconds, the power of the gods has arrived."

However, the Fallen Phoenix at this time was not in a hurry. It seemed like it was waiting for something and was so proud.

He smiled and opened his arms to meet the Khan's high-speed attack:

"Idiots, what can you do to me?!"

In an instant, Khan's sword seemed to encounter an irresistible special shield, and the whole person was bounced out.

Even Guilliman's furious attack was deflected.

Some special rules are protecting the Fallen Phoenix; it is the nine-layer witchcraft array that is at work.

"Savior, you have fallen into a trap. You are about to be deprived of your power in the warp and fall into the tormenting hell I have set for you.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine hungry beings waiting for you!"

Fugen was unusually excited.

Some tentacles made of eyeballs appeared on his body, as if pulling him into a certain space.

The Fallen Phoenix was already imagining the scene of his Silver Snake Poison Sword piercing into the Savior's body.

Ron took a deep breath and his scalp went numb when he heard this.

It's over. If I am deprived of the essence of the subspace, won't I be crushed to the ground? !
But the next moment, he discovered a new problem.

"You must be mistaken. It seems that I wasn't the one who stepped into the trap..." Ron looked at Fugen and said quietly.

He was a little tearful.

As expected of Lao Ji, he is born with the ability to be late and step into traps. Now he even steps into his own exclusive traps.

This is the true law of cause and effect!
???

Fulgrim came back to his senses from his excitement and saw Guilliman, who was also entangled by the eye tentacles.

(End of this chapter)