Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 645 Chaos War Gang: Wait, did we come all this way to this military parade?!
"That's an extremely dangerous trap that will deal a severe blow to the empire!"

Guilliman's expression was grave.

He could imagine the kind of threat he and the Ron brothers would face.

Once the blasphemous images of himself and the Ron brothers in the vision spread throughout the Empire, it would be a terrifying blow to humanity's faith.

"It doesn't matter to me if I lose my dignity and honor."

But the Ron brothers are the Emperor, the hope of humanity; they must not be reduced to such a state.

Guilliman understood the importance of a dignified image.

The death of the ultimate sorcerer himself wouldn't have a significant impact on the Empire, but the savior is different; he must be divinely perfect in order to be revered and to unite humanity.

While the existence of psionic networks can connect humanity, it also exposes more dangers.

Once its data defenses are breached, a large amount of profane content will spread at lightning speed.

"I should become stronger, not become a burden to my brothers..."

Guilliman felt increasingly guilty; if he could have dealt with that degenerate traitor Fugan on his own, the Ron brothers wouldn't have had to take such a risk.

After realizing the terrifying trap of pleasure, he even hoped that his brother would never step into the dueling arena.

But such negative thoughts are meaningless.

Guilliman murmured, "Ron won't abandon any of his brothers. I can only trust him, trust in his indomitable will!"

He thought of his brother's long resistance against Slaanesh.

It is believed that the other party, with their willpower, can resist the temptation of pleasurable illusions, thereby preventing the spread of profane images.

After that, this Primarch silently resisted the corruption and continued to persevere.

He would hold out until the Savior arrived and fight alongside him!

"Lord of Pleasure, I can no longer inflict any more torment..."

Inside the dueling arena, the punishment and torture of the Ultimate Primarch continued, and yet another executioner collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

This Primarch is incredibly resilient; even the Chaos Demons are full of praise for him.

They could hardly imagine what kind of body could withstand so much torture.

Moreover, the Primarch had previously been subjected to repeated beatings.

His physical resilience was astonishing!

"Continue, continue, more torture!"

The Chaos audience cheered, even more excited, eager to know how long the Ultimate Primarch could hold out!
On the throne on the terrace, the fallen phoenix Fugen sipped blood wine, watching the Primarch's agonizing torment.

But his mind wasn't on the Primarch, but on another being:
"Hypocrite, the stage is set, and we're just waiting for you to take the stage!"

Now that the Maugta Stone Array and the Joyful Illusion have been completed, as has the Data Corruption Array of the Eternal Demon Lord Carlos, they are ready to launch an invasion of the psionic network at any time.

Once the savior arrives at this arena, he will personally take action and deliver the most devastating defeat to that hypocrite!
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Kalista Star.

Revitalize the Chaos Factory Fortress, the Steel Throne Hall.

"Good brother, I've thought it through."

Perturabo eagerly and formally handed over command of the Iron Warriors Legion and the Chaos Machine Army, as if they were some kind of trouble.

He was afraid that the savior would change his mind:

"I will return to the Empire as a scholar and participate in related scientific and technological exploration and research."

In the future, I will research more civilian technologies for the Empire, and I will also help other mechanical sages build more powerful war engines.

Peturabo agreed to build the war engine for the savior.

That good friend gave him the opportunity to realize his dreams, and he couldn't let that opportunity go unrewarded.

"Brother, from now on you will serve as the honorary advisor of the Iron Warrior Legion, so that you can select more offspring to participate in your research."

Ron readily accepted all of Peturabo's command authority.

He knew that if he didn't accept it, it would only make the guy uncomfortable.

This way, I can have more control over the Iron Warriors without having to forcefully command them.

But it's not a good idea to directly remove Perturabo from the Iron Warriors Legion.

With that father of genes present, I can better command the Iron Warriors and avoid some trouble.

Ron had barely spoken when he noticed the guy's hesitation, realizing that the other person didn't want to care about anything anymore.

He added:
"Of course, it's just a nominal title. You don't have to take on any command responsibility and you don't have to worry about anything."

Peturabo nodded, agreeing to the matter:

"Alright, I will remain with Iron Warriors until it becomes your legion completely."

With his wisdom, he naturally knew why the savior was doing this, and he was willing to help him.

In order to conduct scientific research without being constrained and to realize his ideal of building a prosperous world through science and technology, this master of steel is willing to do anything.

After all, in the galaxy, only the Savior shared his ideals and was willing to support him.

"This is the star sector and forging world allocated to you, where you are free to research related technologies."

As Ron spoke, he sent the relevant documents and permissions to Peturabo.

That brother was very sincere, handing over almost all of his possessions as the Primarch.

You also need to be open and honest with yourself; that's the key to trust.

"The Zaradon Sector?!"

Peturabo's eyes lit up immediately upon receiving the document, and he broke into a smile.

He felt the savior's trust, which was so heartwarming.

Zaradon is a super mineral region, the famous Iron Sector, with an unimaginable abundance of various minerals and special elemental resources.

He had always coveted that super mineral-rich area.

Unfortunately, ever since the savior killed the demigod demon Bilak and reclaimed the Zaradon region, the defenses there have been strengthened to an extremely terrifying degree.

It will be very difficult to conquer it.

The fact that the Savior Brothers have directly allocated that area to me shows how much they trust me.

"I will make good use of the resources there and ensure that your investment does not suffer any losses."

If I can't produce results, I'll give everything back to you!

Perturabo was a little teary-eyed. His stubborn side came out, and he spoke as if making a vow.

They felt the pressure even more.

He had to prove his abilities to the savior, to prove that he deserved such sacrifices and treatment.

This Lord of Steel has long been unrecognized by the Emperor and other Primarchs, and is somewhat lacking in self-confidence.

He always wanted to prove himself.

"Sigh, was this brother suppressed by the Emperor in the past? Why does he seem a bit insecure?"

Ron thought to himself after hearing Peturabo's words.

In his view, this guy has a very low sense of worthyness and often feels unworthy.

As a result, when doing things, they go against their own conscience and make the opposite or even extreme choices.

But that's quite normal.

Primarchs generally have some psychological issues, and the Emperor, being a strict, foul-mouthed patriarch with demanding requirements, further exacerbates those conditions.

If we have the chance in the future, we must properly address their psychological issues.

"Scientific research doesn't produce results so quickly, so you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."

Ron patted Peturabo on the shoulder, quite heartily:
"In short, just do things the way you like, and don't worry about resource consumption."

Once a usable technology is developed, I will promote it throughout the empire.

My current suggestion is to study energy and fuel-related technologies. If you are interested, you can also look into Blackstone.

That is the key to humanity's advance into the subspace.

With the comfort of the Savior, Perturab felt relieved; he had never felt so relaxed and at ease.

"These are true brothers..."

He watched the other man walk toward the Iron Throne, silently adding energy, fuel, and Blackstone-related projects to his research plan.

Do exactly what the Savior Brothers say!
Peturabo happily browsed the relevant documents in the Chalatin region to understand his own permissions.

He has the freedom to plan the relevant casting world and can also apply to allocate relevant personnel and resources.

Once they avenge themselves on Fuggen and end the war, I can then take over the Zaradon region.

Of course, I don't need to manage the Chalatun area myself; that would be too much of a waste of time.

He only needs to provide the relevant ideas and plans, and the sector's governor will carry them out on his behalf.

"The Charaton region will become the greatest scientific research city in human history, where all knowledge and technology will converge and be exchanged."

It will become the center of human science and technology, continuously producing new scientific and technological achievements..."

Peturabo's thoughts raced as he used his mental aids to create one plan after another.

He suddenly thought of something and felt a little worried:
"Perhaps I should go see the Emperor and check on him..."

After calming down, he was still reluctant to call the emperor "father".

However, he will research more technologies and work with the Ron brothers to bring prosperity and revival to humanity.

Let that emperor know how wrong his initial idea was.

On the Iron Throne.

"After I acquire the Iron Warrior, the Dread Legion's strength will increase dramatically, and they will be able to invade even more Chaos Realms!"

Ron, equally pleased with himself, tallied his gains, a broad smile on his face. The Iron Warrior Legion was a large legion of over 80,000 Chaos Space Marines, all experts in siege warfare.

More importantly, they also have a large number of dimensional blacksmiths and chaotic mechanical engines, as well as several fortress worlds.

The Chaos Fortress world of Maidengard is located in the core area of ​​the Eye of Fear.

After thousands of years of operation, it can be described as unbreakable.

In this way, their forces can directly penetrate into the heart of the galaxy.

Moreover, with the support of the Empire and the Dread Legion, Maidengard is able to continuously produce more Chaos Engines.

To achieve such substantial gains without shedding blood is a major victory.

With the support of the Iron Lord, Ron pressed his advantage, issuing one order after another.

Those were orders regarding resource allocation and mobilization, including assembling all the Iron Warriors.

This savior, this emperor of the empire, is going to hold a temporary military review.

"Although the Emperor has found Fugen's location, it will take some time to find a route to it."

I need to quickly use this spare time to get the Iron Warrior Legion organized so I can lead them to the Chaos Realm for joint operations.

Ron thought to himself.

According to the intelligence obtained, the dueling arena area is located on a chaotic planet, where there are a huge number of chaotic warriors and demons.

He must gather a large army to go there in order to have a chance to rescue the Guilliman brothers and capture the Fallen Phoenix.

Each unit now has its own combat missions, and the only units available are its own escort forces and the Iron Warrior Legion.

If things aren't organized properly, it will be a real problem for the soldiers to coordinate their attacks.

Moreover, the supreme commander of the Iron Warrior Legion has changed, and the Iron Warrior troops are still unaware of what's going on.

He must appear with Peturabo's assistance to inspect the troops and truly take command.

"Go, assemble the army as quickly as possible."

Ron gave orders to the Iron Warrior commanders in the hall.

"Yes, my lord!"

Ahalin and the other warriors bowed slightly, accepted the savior's command, and then left the hall one after another.

They will go to the battlefield, organize the relevant troops, and be reviewed by the savior.

"This is probably the best outcome..."

After Ahalin turned around, he turned his gaze to the Lord of Steel, his expression somewhat complicated.

The father of genetics finally gained the freedom he had always longed for.

The Iron Warriors Legion also found a better home, no longer having to bear the stigma of traitors.

These warriors still retained much of their rationality and harbored complex feelings towards the Empire.

It wasn't just the Iron Warriors; many Chaos Warriors without a designated role were like this, especially those Space Marine Chapters sent to the Eye of Terror during the Atonement Expedition.

They were often loyalists, but when wronged, they were forced to throw themselves into chaos, becoming traitors whom the empire had to eliminate.

Peturabo noticed Ahalin's gaze, looked up, his expression changed, and then relaxed.

He nodded and gave the pale offspring an apologetic look.

Everything is left unsaid.

"Father……"

Ahalin turned and left, but barely uttered a soft "Father."

He knew that the father of genetics was apologizing to him, something that had never happened before.

Perhaps everything has changed, and it's been for the best ever.

Gradually, he couldn't help but smile.

These Chaos Warriors, devoid of distinction, have always been met with bloodshed, cruelty, and slaughter, which they use to mask their confusion after losing their identity and glory.

Because they are neither servants of the Chaos Gods nor warriors of the Empire, but rather exist in between.

Sometimes, they are attacked by both.

Now the Iron Warriors have a glimmer of hope, something new to fight for.

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The outer perimeter of the Demon Palace.

On the chaotic battlefield, the Iron Warriors' troops assembled, awaiting the upcoming review.

They all received a startling message.

The Lord of Steel has handed over the command to a more powerful brother, who will henceforth lead the Steel Warriors.

Such a huge change made the warriors of the Iron Warriors somewhat uneasy.

"Damn it, what on earth happened?"

Iron Warrior Terminator Balan said that he and his fighting brothers felt confused.

His own genetic father suddenly announced his resignation, and a new leader arrived.

Afterwards, they received orders to gather and distribute military supplies in order to enhance the combat effectiveness of the troops.

That was one of Ron's methods of appeasement; gathering the army at the drill ground to distribute pay was a classic way to win people's hearts.

Since he has already gained command, the Iron Warriors can still lead armored soldiers.

Moreover, due to their group formation, the Iron Warriors were unable to bring large vehicles or heavy weapons, nor could they organize a front.

He relied solely on activating the commanders of the Chaos Fortress, the Chaos Mechanical Legion, and the Iron Warriors.

They can easily suppress it.

Without a central command organization, the larger the army, the more likely it is to have a herd mentality.

Instead, it won't become chaotic.

Soon, new reassurances were issued, causing a stir among the soldiers.

"Lord of Steel, these are the weapons of the Legion of Dread, no... they are our weapons now!"

Terminator Balan stared at the weapon crate engulfed in flames, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Everyone knows how rare the weapons produced by the Legion of Dread are.

Not only is it powerful, but it is also very intimidating, with amazing special effects.

Even mid-tier weapons have the impressive effects of high-end weaponry; what Space Marine wouldn't love that?!
With such powerful weapons, they will surely be able to unleash greater combat power and win this war!
The Chaos Mechanical Engine delivered batches of weapons, including various weapons, armor, ammunition, and heavy centurion vehicles.

These military supplies piled up in front of the troops were so tempting that they attracted everyone's attention.

They all knew that those were gifts from the new commander.

"Line up!"

"Quickly, quickly, everyone line up immediately to welcome the new commander!"

Not only the Iron Warriors Legion, but also the Chaos Warriors from other factions were organized in a haphazard way.

After all, the Savior's order was to inspect all the Chaos Warriors in this region, including the warbands that had come to participate in the war.

But for them, obeying the powerful Chaos Commander in war was the norm.

Many of them had followed the Great Raider Abaddon.

But ever since that entity lost a large amount of military equipment and assets, it has been in a state of decline.

Many warbands then broke away to find new organizations or participate in new invasion wars, expeditions, and so on.

Those small Chaos Warbands lined up amidst shouts and shoving, under the threat of Iron Warriors and a barrage of heavy artillery.

We had no choice but to obey.

The Flame Angels are a special case among them; they are newcomers to Chaos.

This chapter was caught in the chaos of the war against the Scourge and was cruelly abandoned by the Empire.

In their despair, they turned to chaos.

"This is the first war since the Flame Angels entered the chaos. We will take revenge on the Empire with slaughter!"

"We don't have many people, only a few hundred," thought Flame Angels Chapter Leader Adis.

Therefore, joining the Iron Warriors in this war to attack the Empire is the best choice.

They traveled a long distance to get here, hoping to achieve more results.

The Flame Angel warriors, under the command of the high-ranking Iron Warrior commander, began to line up.

Awaiting inspection.

They did not want to offend the new Chaos Commander and be brutally purged, becoming pitiful pawns used to establish their authority.

Of course, there is also an element of initiative involved, because one can obtain powerful weapons produced by the Fear Legion.

“That’s great.

That Chaos Commander must be a powerful being, capable of leading us to inflict even greater damage on the Empire…

"Adidas exclaimed."

He imagined the fighting power that the Flame Angel would unleash after obtaining the weapon.

Afterwards, like the other Chaos Warriors, he eagerly awaited the inspection of the new commander.

Gradually, a menacing mechanical flying disc floated towards them from the platform of the activated Chaos Factory.

The new commander is up there.

(End of this chapter)