Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 649 Savior: I don't care who you are, once you're here, you're the commander's soldier!
"Hmph, so what if he's a Blood God Warrior?!"

Adis ignited the legendary blade, and his armor burst into flames.

Now he is the ruler of Hell, blessed by Diablo and clad in a full suit of fear armor.

It is more deterrent.

He stared at the bloodthirsty maniac and slowly said:
"Whoever comes must be inspected by the War Commander!"

Adis didn't care about any of that; once they arrived, they were the general's soldiers and had to obediently line up for inspection.

This is the duty that the Chaos War General has given himself; even the Blood God can't do anything about it!
In the eyes of this Hell Lord, there was nothing else but the Savior and the Chaos Warmaster.

Even if the Blood God descended, he would still dare to shout a few angry words behind the Chaos War General's back!

The bloodthirsty madman charged forward, brandishing his spear, and challenged him to a duel:
"Arrogant insect, I will offer your head as a sacrifice to the great Blood God."

"To let you know just how insignificant you are!"

He could tell that this human leader was much weaker than himself and that he could take the other's life.

However, Adis showed no fear in the face of the oncoming bloodthirsty monster and its brutal attacks.

Instead, he revealed a disdainful sneer: "A mere bloodthirsty maniac dares to defy the will of the War Commander..."

The ruler of hell simply raised his hand, and a change occurred behind him.

He had no intention of fighting personally; such an enemy was not worth the effort of someone like himself, the ruler of hell.

"Fear, slaughter, burning fiercely!" Suddenly, an even more violent roar resounded.

"what?!"

The bloodthirsty demon's pupils contracted as he watched in disbelief as several heavily armored warriors charged out from the area behind the human commander, which was covered by a halo.

The flames burning on their bodies were so intense, releasing an aura of violence and slaughter without reservation.

That's... a high-ranking fear warrior!
More accurately, they are now warriors of the Hellguard.

"These guys have a good presence; they can keep things under control." Ron nodded in satisfaction as he watched the charging Hellguard.

He specifically transferred these high-ranking fear warriors to serve as core members of the Hellguard.

From this day forward, I, the Dark Prince, Lord of Hell, and Warmaster of Chaos, will wield the Legion of Dread and the Burning Legion.

These two chaotic legions can be seen as extensions of Diablo's different concepts: Destruction and Fear, and Hellfire.

The Fear Legion tends to be more elite, responsible for raids, boarding and decapitation strikes, while the Burning Legion operates with large-scale, massive armies.

They will wage war in the realm of chaos, gradually seizing territory and participating in the great game of the chaotic gods.

This is also the best way to deal with Chaos Warriors; those who have fallen into chaos have unstable personalities and find it difficult to reintegrate into humanity.

Staying in the galaxy would cause them a lot of trouble; they'd be better off developing in the realm of chaos.

There are more wars there, allowing them to vent their negative emotions to their heart's content.

"These two Chaos Legions can further strengthen my Dark Side and allow Diablo's power to grow and expand."

Ron thought to himself.

Now the Chaos Gods have turned against him, and it seems like it's a fight to the death.

However, his own light side lacks combat power, so he must develop the power of the dark side to defend against potential dangers.

Relying solely on the emperor is not a sustainable solution.

After all, he might turn evil or fall into a deep sleep at any time, so it's safer to keep the power under my control.

Just as Ron was pondering this, the hell warriors had already rushed up to the Bloodthirsty Berserker.

when!
The Bloodthirsty Berserker's spear was blocked by a Hell Warrior, after which the other Hell Warriors quickly surrounded him.

They were so in sync, as if they had rehearsed countless times.

At this moment, these hell warriors felt no fear of demons, only a thirst for blood points and power.

"An attack?!"

The moment the bloodthirsty maniac had such a thought in his mind, he was ambushed.

He was hit on the head with a hammer and felt dizzy.

Then, even more ferocious, vicious, and despicable attacks came like a storm.

The bloodthirsty maniac was knocked to the ground, screaming in agony as he was beaten by the mob:
"No, this is a shameful battle, you are vicious warriors!"

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the legends circulating in the warp—

Diablo's warriors are all incredibly violent, despicable, and vicious. They will use any means necessary and in the most shameful way to take the life of a demon!

Diablo's elite warriors had no concept of honor or shame, only a thirst for power.

They will do everything in their power to defeat the enemy.

Even if their opponent is a top-ranked Chaos Demon, they dare to launch a charge and slide tackle them!
"A weak demon, unable to withstand even this little attack, how pathetic..."

Adis remained standing there, coldly observing everything.

This is the power bestowed upon me by the Great Warmaster, the Father of Genetics: a human wave tactic, and a large number of high-ranking Hell Warriors!

"This is true power!" Adis recalled his painful past experiences and the power he now possessed, and suddenly realized.

If it were my old self, I would have been defeated by the bloodthirsty madman by now, but now the other party is lying at my feet, howling in pain.

"In the galaxy and the subspace, it is still necessary to rely on a powerful being and to pay attention to one's identity and background."

Only in this way can we destroy all enemies and win victory after victory!

As Adis thought about this, his loyalty grew even stronger, and he resolved to do everything in his power to uphold the authority of the Great Warmaster and expand the Burning Legion.

The greater the Great Warmaster and the stronger the Burning Legion, the stronger you become!

The bloodthirsty maniac lay on the ground, clutching his head, as the hell warriors mercilessly beat him.

His demonic horns were already broken, and his mouthful of fangs were gone. He howled weakly, and the flames of the hell warriors could inflict even more pain.

If it weren't for the order from the Hell Lord to leave survivors, he would have been cruelly torn apart by the Hell Warriors long ago.

The Khorne demons, witnessing their leader being so brutally beaten, were utterly terrified.

They dared not make any move.

Of course, the reason why the Khorne demons were afraid was not only because of the hell warriors, but also because of the terrible hell weapons aimed at them.

It was a missile seven or eight meters tall, covered with the death runes of Diablo, the god of destruction, and burning with dark red flames.

It also faintly emitted a sharp whistling sound.

More importantly, the weapon contained cursed energy, which was even more violent; just looking at it evoked fear and pain.

"That's the weapon of the cursed?"

"No, it is more astonishing than the energy of the cursed."

What exactly is the relationship between Diablo and the Cursed?!

The bloodthirsty madman stared helplessly at the terrifying weapon aimed at him, his body trembling uncontrollably.

That's a survival instinct reaction.

Not just demons.

As the hellish missile slowly rose, all the chaotic entities fell silent.

Don't dare to act rashly.

They felt a profound, deadly, and agonizing threat.

"As expected, only a powerful weapon can keep things under control..."

Ron gazed at the hellish missile with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflection).

This is a chaotic version developed based on the Holy Ash Bomb, a mixture of Imperial divine energy and Diablo's dark side fel energy.

This triggered a strong reaction.

Since the power of the Holy Ash Bomb has been weakened, and the Chaos Demons have developed ways to resist it.

Ron had been searching for and creating new deterrent weapons, and eventually, relying on technology related to the Plague, he developed the Hell Missile.

If the sacred ashes bomb is a nuclear weapon, it can destroy demons along with their souls with terrifying power.

So the Hell Missile is a combination of a biological weapon and a white phosphorus bomb. Although its power is not as great as the Holy Ash Bomb, it cannot destroy demon souls on a large scale.

But it can create more fear and pain, and long-term damage, constantly burning the demon's soul.

"This weapon is too dangerous; it has a very strong radioactive component."

Peturabo immediately recognized the terrifying nature of the Hellfire missile and couldn't help but swallow hard.

He could imagine the Ron brothers firing such weapons at their own Fortress World.

What disastrous consequences this will cause.

"There's no other way. Chaos is too terrifying. Humanity must have weapons to protect itself."

We must manufacture more of these weapons to protect our fragile homeland.

Ron sighed, seemingly worried; there weren't enough weapons like that.

"Brother, this weapon is even more forbidden than Chaos Fel Energy, isn't it...?"

Peturabo felt a little numb after hearing this.

He always thought he was being a bit extreme, but he never expected that his brother would be even more extreme, creating a weapon that even demons feared and loathed.

Once that hellish missile is launched, it not only has explosive destructive power, but also leaves a cursed evil energy in the chaotic territory within the radiation area, making it impossible to stay there for a long time.

If chaos exists there for a long time, it will most likely be corrupted by various curses and suffer terribly.

"To defeat the demons, we must be even more taboo than they are, and that is one of the purposes of developing weapons. To instill fear, dread, and pain in the enemy until they dare not set foot on our territory and homeland."

Ron neither agreed nor disagreed.

This is the true weapon against evil, a weapon without any limits.

I'll unleash a few attacks into the Chaos Realm myself; it'll be enough to disgust them to death, and the residue will last even longer than the previous Divine Plague.

In short, with this thing, they have a new means of deterrence and are better able to maintain the situation.

Of course, such weapons can only be used in relatively extreme battlefields and should not be used lightly.

"Submit or die a painful death!" Adis stepped on the bloodthirsty maniac's chest and shoved a small hell grenade into his mouth.

Like the Hellfire Missile, it possesses dangerous radiation and cursed fel energy that can cause demons to suffer excruciating pain.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty madman dared not move, and even Adis was quite cautious.

If he gets caught up in it, it will be troublesome for him as well.

"Is that a Demon Eater?"

Only he could command such terrifying warriors and weapons; perhaps he is Diablo's chosen one.

"I...I am willing to be inspected..."

The Bloodthirsty Demon was already on the verge of death from the beating, and then, under the dual threat of the Demon Eater and the Hell Missile, his spirit completely collapsed.

He is willing to accept the inspection of the Chaos Warmaster and the Demon Eater.

Afterwards, the bloodthirsty madman and his demon army, under the supervision of Adis and the Hell Guard, lined up neatly on the ritual site.

They were all incredibly docile, fearing that the Demon Eater might unleash that terrible fel curse.

For a bloodthirsty maniac, losing to a demon eater doesn't seem so unacceptable.

It wasn't just Khorne's demonic army.

More demons that came to reinforce were also surrounded and brutally beaten by the Hell Guard within the encirclement.

Then, under intimidation, they obeyed and accepted inspection.

"That guy is very dedicated; he's a promising talent."

Ron watched as Adis, the Hell Lord, lashed out with six whips in a single second, relentlessly striking the demon leaders and ordering them to stand at attention, and nodded in satisfaction.

This fanatical mindset of converts is more loyal and extreme than that of their own genetic offspring, like a handy blade or a hunting dog.

The Burning Legion needs to absorb more demonic forces to expand its size and better fight in the warp.

In the past, absorbing demons was not feasible; there was no way to do it without restrictions.

Because at that time, without the support of a dark faith, he was unable to continuously absorb demon warriors like the Chaos Gods or Chaos Lords.

Then continuously give them strength and rely on them to absorb faith.

But now that Diablo is here, all of this is possible. He can bestow demonic power and receive their support in return.

Moreover, it is also feasible to poach members from the Chaos Gods.

For example, the bloodthirsty monsters just now were not created by the Blood God himself, and they cannot be completely controlled by Him.

They maintain contact solely through faith in evil energy.

The vast majority of demon warriors follow this pattern: they join the Khorne domain from the galaxy and warp because they admire the Blood God.

Growing stronger through constant battles.

If I can conquer them and give them the power they crave, I can subdue these demons just as I subdued the Chaos Warriors.

Of course, he would need to establish his own territory in the Chaos Realm to house these demons.

"If my dark side powers were stronger, I could even influence those Chaos Demons,"

Ron thought to himself.

Back then, the Lord of All Changes genuinely influenced Skabrand, the chief demon of the Khorne realm, causing him to attack the Blood God.

"Blood God, I'm afraid we can't go back!"

In the procession at the review ceremony, the bloodthirsty maniac hung his head, his face filled with defeat and shame.

He knew that after this defeat and surrender, he would inevitably face the cruelest punishment from the Blood God upon his return.

Thus, they lost their lives.

Therefore, they had no choice but to remain in the Burning Legion of the Devourers and accept Diablo's power.

Gradually, this bloodthirsty freak accepted the power of the Diablo god and felt the powerful fel energy.

He was engulfed in hellfire and sprouted black bone spurs, making him look even more ferocious.

"Diavolo is so generous..."

The bloodthirsty maniac got excited. What's with the slightly fragrant smell? He wasn't going back!
As time went on, more Chaos Demons teleported into the encirclement of the review ceremony.

Then they were dealt with by the Hell Guard one by one.

Meanwhile, the number of demonic armies within the Burning Legion is gradually increasing, and their size is constantly expanding.

Ron didn't miss this opportunity and absorbed as many demons as possible, knowing that he wouldn't have such a unique opportunity again.

But soon, he discovered some problems.

It wasn't that the Chaos Demons had a problem, but rather that the Chaos Warriors were generally somewhat lost.

It affected morale.

"This won't do! How can we participate in the next phase of the war if morale is low?!"

Ron was somewhat worried and immediately went to find out why this had happened.

Before long, he came to the conclusion that the Chaos Warriors had lost their target.

"That's right. The goal and desire of those Chaos Warriors has always been to follow the Chaos Warmaster into Holy Terra and then rule the human empire."

But now the Chaos Warmaster is me, the Emperor of the Empire, and they can charter a ship directly to Holy Terra, just like at home.

They essentially achieved all their goals at once; wouldn't they feel lost?

Ron understood the mindset of those Chaos Warriors and decided to give them a new goal.

He rode his mechanical flying disc into the air and then delivered a declaration to the Burning Legion.

"Warriors, I know your confusion and pain. Everything you once longed for is no longer meaningful."

"For you, Holy Terra is already within your grasp, and fighting the Empire is no longer honorable."

Ron stared at the army of Chaos warriors with a hint of disdain:
"But I must say that you were so cowardly, chasing after a worthless war. You were pathetic and timid."

You have disappointed me greatly!

His belittling and contempt successfully ignited the anger and discontent of the Chaos Warriors.

In an instant, a commotion broke out.

Chaos is protesting, gripping its weapons, trying to prove it is not a coward.

Ron just watched the restless army below without saying a word, letting the negative emotions rise.

When the commotion reached a critical point, he finally spoke, his voice carrying the power of demonic energy:

"A long, great, and glorious war awaits you. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

"We will join the game of the gods, wreaking havoc in the warp, killing, burning, plundering, and seizing more of the Chaos' territory."

"Will you wield your blades against the realm of chaos, or will you cower like cowards?"

"Come, join this great expedition, and our ultimate goal is—to slay the gods!"

Amidst the oaths of the Chaos Warmaster and the Lord of Hell, both Chaos Warriors and demons raised their weapons and roared in fury.

They are not cowards; they dare to wield their blades against the gods!
"For the War Commander!"

"For the Lord of Hell!"

Ron heard the Burning Legion's roar and his morale soared.

They had a new goal, a goal greater than conquering Holy Terra and ruling the empire.

That is the slaying of gods.

Nothing is greater than declaring war on the gods with the body of a mortal.

"That's more energetic..."

Ron nodded in satisfaction. Whether the goal could be achieved was not important; what was important was having a goal.

This is not only the Burning Legion's goal, but also humanity's goal; the threat of the Chaos Gods must be dealt with.

After that, there are threats from aliens and the Great Devourer, which are among the ultimate targets.

After the Burning Legion found a new objective, it quickly integrated and formed a unified whole.

……

Ron looked down at the dark mass of legions stretching to the horizon, awaiting his inspection, their battle cries of loyalty echoing in the air.

He couldn't help but sigh:

"Ah, what loyalty in this situation!"

Wherever this savior goes, whether it be empire or chaos, he is warmly welcomed, a realm teeming with life and teeming with vitality…

Now that his Burning Legion is assembled, the next step is to venture into the realm of Chaos to fight.

Ron flipped through the latest intelligence; their target was the Slaanesh demon world—Orensis.

The Guilliman brothers were imprisoned in that demonic arena!
(End of this chapter)