Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 651 Emperor: Good heavens! What new kind of play is the savior playing? Emperor Impact?!

"Brother Ron, where has your indomitable will gone?!"

After witnessing the blasphemous scenes in the Pleasure Fantasy, Guilliman was numb and felt a chill run through his body.

I never expected that my brother wouldn't be able to hold on as long as I was; he was corrupted by pleasure so quickly.

This led to mistakes.

“My brother’s will is incredibly strong; it’s impossible for him to be so weak.”

Guilliman couldn't believe it.

He forced himself to calm down, his expression so resolute:
"The reason he couldn't hold on was because the Lord of Pleasure had inflicted a more terrible and vicious corruption."

The Ron brothers paid a heavy price to save me from the blasphemous land!

The Primarch felt even more ashamed when he thought of how his brother had been cruelly corrupted by the Lord of Pleasure because of him.

"What a joyous scene! You saw it, Robert! Even that hypocrite could not withstand the corruption of the great dark prince."

The humiliation you inflicted on me will be repaid tenfold.

The blood-and-flesh cloak behind the Fallen Phoenix Fugen rolled up gently, binding Guilliman and pulling him in front of her.

"The data corruption array of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord has been activated. Everything you have in the illusion will be projected onto the psionic network."

Countless citizens of the empire will witness your blasphemous acts and thus despise your depravity.

You will suffer a humiliating defeat, utterly stripped of your dignity!

At that moment, Fugen felt a sense of vengeful pleasure.

So what if it was a video humiliation? He retaliated tenfold.

Now, the long-planned trap has finally been set in motion, bringing the Savior and the Primarch a shameful regret that will haunt them for life.

And they could only watch helplessly as it all happened!
Upon hearing this, Guilliman's face turned deathly pale: "The traitor has devised such a vicious revenge! I'm the one who ruined the Ron brothers..."

He was filled with regret.

The blasphemous images of himself and the Savior were transmitted to the psionic network, which will cause irreparable damage to the Empire's confidence.

Guilliman knew all too well the upheaval and destruction that would ensue if the savior lost his authority.

A century ago, during the catastrophe known as the "Cataclysm," he was slandered by the High Lords, and his prestige was damaged.

A rebellion also broke out in Holy Terra, with rumors spreading and unrest rampant.

The catastrophe, confined to the solar system, resulted in the loss of billions of lives and severely hampered his regency.

Afterwards, Guilliman paid a much higher price and shed much more blood before he regained his authority.

This completely quelled the rebellion.

According to subsequent statistics, this included direct deaths from the Primarchic Disaster and the lives subsequently affected.

It amounts to hundreds of billions.

"This time, the traitor Fugan has corrupted the psionic network, and the blasphemy against me and the Ron brothers will spread to most of the Empire's territory."

Its impact will be ten or even a hundred times worse than the original catastrophe!

Guilliman quickly grasped the impact of the incident and felt a deep sense of anger and powerlessness.

Once the savior's majesty fades, those previously suppressed ambitious individuals and evildoers will inevitably seize the opportunity to stir up trouble.

The Chaos Gods would not let this opportunity pass them by.

The newly stabilized empire will be met with rebellion, and countless citizens will be corrupted.

He could imagine that after this blasphemous incident in the Pleasure Realm, even if he and the Ron brothers successfully escaped, it would take a long time to restore order to the Empire and quell the heretical rebellion.

The judicial bodies and even the Imperial Guard had to be mobilized in their entirety to suppress any related acts of blasphemy in every world.

Only in this way can the image and majesty of the savior be restored.

If things get so serious that they become unmanageable.

Perhaps the Ron brothers will have to step back and act as regents, electing new rulers as the symbol of the empire.

That would be a huge loss for the human empire.

"Traitorous bastard!"

Guilliman stared at the fallen phoenix, his eyes bloodshot.

He wished he could destroy it, even its soul.

"Robert, you can't stand this?"

However, this only excited the Fallen Phoenix more. He manipulated the tentacles of his cloak to gradually tighten, inflicting even more pain on the Primarch.

"This is just the beginning. As the corruption of the Savior deepens, the Maugta Stone Array will be activated."

That is a form of deprivation.

The precious essence of the hypocrite will become my power, and I will become the strongest demon prince in the warp.

And you, Robert… you ruined your brother, you're worthless.”

The Fallen Phoenix was so smug that he humiliated the Primarch with torture and words, inflicting more regret and pain upon him.

what! ! ! ! !
Guilliman tried his best to break free of his restraints, but his strength was already exhausted, and he had no chance to resist.

The Primarch's agonizing struggle and the blasphemous acts of the Savior and the Imperial Emperor further excited the demons in the dueling arena.

They cheered.

Meanwhile, more chaotic beings in the subspace took notice of the Lord of Pleasure's malevolent corruption of the Savior.

They knew this was an opportunity they couldn't afford to miss.

Under the influence of the subspace, undercurrents surge within the galaxy, and more rebellion and corruption are brewing.

……

A blissful illusion.

The ultimate beauty, flesh and desire converge here, like a white wave, endless and continuous.

The savior stood there, his powerful body, forged from refined gold, striking left and right with earth-shattering force, relentlessly pushing forward, remaining steadfast and unyielding.

"The Lord of Pleasure has really gone all out this time, setting up an illusion of such a scale."

They even set the scene in their own demon palace, making it truly authentic.

Ron was quite moved.

Since he escaped unscathed from the Palace of Pleasure last time, the Lord of Pleasure has reduced the frequency of his corruption.

There was nothing new to do.

Unexpectedly, this time, the opponent came up with something big, personally taking part and with astonishing intensity.

"I feel like I've forgotten something, but what could it be?!"

Ron casually grabbed an angelic saintess and engaged in friendly conversation with her.

Every being here is a master of pleasure, ever-changing, encompassing all types of aesthetics with their own power, with infinite gender, race, and appearance.

Ron shook his head, trying to think, but soon he was immersed in the corrosion again.

He had a very strange feeling at that moment; something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Gradually, the blasphemous images in the illusion became clear, projected onto a chaotic magic circle, and then gradually spread to the empire's territory.

Countless eyes began to converge.

"Your Majesty!"

"By the holy sun above, this is absolutely impossible! Our emperor has actually..."

“Blasphemy, Chaos has blasphemed the Savior.”

"This is a betrayal!"

Large numbers of imperial administrators, soldiers, and high-ranking citizens received the blasphemous images, and they were deeply shocked.

The Spirit Network Management Department of Wangting District discovered the blasphemous data immediately and cooperated with the Mechanical Goddess to carry out a cleanup operation.

However, those dark and profane data are so stubborn that they are almost impossible to process in a short period of time.

"Highest alert! We need more departments working together to handle this major crisis!"

"The head of the Spirit Network's management department, Claude, said tremblingly, as if the sky had fallen."

This event involves the Savior, and it is a terrible trap set by the Pleasure God, more terrifying than the destruction of a star sector.

The relevant contingency plans were quickly activated, and heads of departments began to assemble.

They even brought in former Grand Inquisitor Deville, who had locked himself in the bottom of the Inspectorate's dungeon, in the near-Earth core cell area.

That means if the desecration of data cannot be controlled in time and the situation becomes dire, the empire will face a terrible bloodbath.

hum~
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Within the subspace, the Emperor's sacred sun was awakened by countless shouts, and waves of sacred energy reverberated far and wide.

At this moment, his consciousness was filled with countless screams, several times more than usual, a torment of immense pain.

The emperor suppressed his pain and investigated what was going on by following the path of faith energy.

Then he saw the image of the savior on the psionic network.

That brat is enjoying himself in a blissful fantasy world... galloping about, having a wonderful time.

Boom——

The emperor's rage erupted, accompanied by an uncontrollable heartache, and the sacred ripples caused the space to tremble.

For a fleeting moment, he thought the savior had defected to Chaos.

But soon, the emperor discovered the truth.

That brat was simply caught in a trap of pleasurable illusions, his mind was affected, and he gradually fell into the abyss of depravity.

Moreover, that blasphemy affected the people of the empire.

If not dealt with in time, it will lead to more beings being corrupted and even falling into chaos.

However, the illusionary trap was hidden deep within the chaos, and with the obstruction of the gods, the emperor could hardly exert any influence.

There was no way to block the image data in the psionic network, as that was within the scope of the mechanical goddess's authority.

"I never thought the savior would have this day. What a disgrace! That guy has been punished by fate!"

In the throne room, Magnus also discovered the blasphemous images. He was immediately secretly pleased.

Having previously suffered the ultimate humiliation of being killed by the savior, the other party is now receiving the same treatment.

Although Magnus was willing to return and do some things for the Empire, it did not mean that he had completely forgiven the savior.

He still remembers those humiliations.

Of course, this Crimson Wizard King will not seek revenge against the Savior.

After all, it was with the help of the savior that he was able to return to the empire and receive some forgiveness from his father.

But he was still happy to see the savior suffer misfortune, especially when the other party died like himself.

"It seems that guy will never have the courage to show his face in the Empire again, just like me."

Not only that, he will also suffer severe punishment from his father!

Thinking of this, Magnus couldn't help but grin, unable to suppress his excitement.

This may be the happiest moment of his life in a century, and it is worth celebrating!

But before he could be happy for long, he suddenly felt a strong psionic reaction.

So rapid.

The attack came from a tyrannical emperor consumed by rage!

Magnus was hit by a powerful psionic blast, which sent him flying in a terrible manner.

"Father……"

Magnus's head was buzzing, and his face was somewhat swollen.

He was completely stunned. It was clearly the savior who had committed blasphemy, so why was he the one who got beaten up?!

A surge of indescribable resentment welled up within the Crimson Wizard King, and he became even more obedient.

The savior is more important to the father than himself, so it's best to remain cautious.

Moreover, he knew that his father had not forgotten his destruction of the sacred Terra Net and was still furious.

It's best not to provoke him anymore.

Magnus said nothing, skillfully hiding in the corner, revealing no further expression.

But he was still secretly watching the savior's blasphemous live stream, feeling a secret sense of satisfaction:

"Savior, you're the one who's going to suffer next. Even if you manage to escape from the illusion, you'll still have to face your father's wrath!"

As he watched, he secretly gave a thumbs up to the feature section below the live stream.

Magnus could sense it.

The data-corroding magic array was extremely complex and powerful, and it involved the data authority of the deceased demon demigod Vashtor, which the mechanical goddess could not resolve in a short time.

As for them, they can't really help much, so they can only watch the show.

On the other side, the tyrannical emperor, in his rage, searched for a solution to the problem, but he soon discovered...

All he could do was hope that the sun would remind that brat of the savior.

Boom——

The sacred sun brewed a terrible psionic offensive, and the psionic vortex grew ever larger amidst the Emperor's wrath.

That blow struck the Hope Sun hard, twisting and deforming its sphere.

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However, that attack had little effect; hopefully, the sun will remain unmoved amidst the tremors.

"&*%￥#, I hope the sun has grown to this level someday?"

The tyrannical emperor was somewhat surprised by the foul language he used.

He hadn't used his psionic powers to strike the Sun of Hope for so long that he found himself struggling to even damage it.

Before anyone knew it, that kid had grown to such an extent.

It is hoped that, with the blessing of numerous powers, the sun will become thick-skinned and even able to withstand the high-intensity spiritual energy of the divine sun.

The tyrant emperor took a deep breath, no longer holding back, and directly gathered his energy to unleash a powerful punch.

He has to wake that little rascal who's obsessed with pleasure!

Boom boom boom!
The subspace region erupted with continuous attacks, and divine energy ripples spread to even more distant areas.

Since the Holy Spirit had little effect on the Hope Sun, the Emperor had no choice but to fight head-on and even felt a bit tired.

Hopefully, the sun isn't very aggressive, but it's more resilient than he imagined and better adapted to the power of the divine spirit.

*&%￥#, that brat's got wings really hard now!
The Emperor's sacred sun unleashed another fierce blow.

……

A blissful illusion.

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"Hiss~
"Which old man attacked me? And it hurt pretty badly!"

Ron's mind was being shielded to some extent and was being corrupted, but it wouldn't affect him anyway.

This way I can also get some of Slaanesh's pleasure powers. Let's see who can't hold out for long!

However, he soon felt intense pain, as if someone was hitting him hard.

Afterwards, Ron regained some of his senses and noticed more unusual things.

His brow furrowed, and his voice was low: "This is bad, someone is spying on me, and there are quite a few of them..."

What blasphemy! Is that something you can watch for free?!

Duang——

Suddenly, Ron’s hope for the sun’s essence was dealt another severe blow, and he was instantly brought back to his senses.

He realized something was wrong; his image was being watched by countless people.

Moreover, it spreads rapidly through some medium!

Ron, with his sharp mind, immediately connected all the dots and drew a conclusion.

Having come in search of Guilliman and the fallen phoenix Fugen, he was immediately trapped in an illusion upon arriving in Orensis.

Now, virtual images are being recorded and desecrated by some medium and spread across the empire's borders.

"broken!
"Now that hermaphrodite Fugen has really learned something, he's actually using such a vicious trick against me!"

After Ron realized the key point, he gasped.

Instead of using the images to threaten him, the fallen phoenix spread them directly to the Empire.

This has created an extremely blasphemous and dangerous influence.

He could imagine what would happen to the Empire and what the Royal Court District would do if this blasphemous act wasn't dealt with promptly.

Because the relevant emergency plans include many extreme repressive measures to curb ambitious individuals and traitors, and to block the spread of blasphemous information.

That was an inevitable outcome.

If the blasphemous evil energy spread by the Chaos Gods is not cleansed in time, more chaos will erupt, leading to the loss of more lives.

"If I were in the Royal Court District, I might be able to curb the development of the situation."

But in this situation, things are probably getting complicated.

Ron thought to himself.

His anxiety grew, and what was more troublesome was that he couldn't stop himself and couldn't escape this illusion.

This is essentially a divine battle between myself and the Lord of Pleasure, only in a somewhat unusual form.

They are clashing in another dimension, with their concepts clashing.

Fortunately, the Emperor intervened in time, regaining more clarity and allowing him to exert some influence on this illusion.

"Since the Lord of Pleasure, the Fallen Phoenix, aims to destroy the glorious image of my Savior."

"Then I'll just stop them from succeeding."

Ron silently pondered how to deal with it; even though he was in a blissful illusion, he still had to do something.

This is the only way to help the external spiritual network management and publicity departments.

Let them better handle the impact of this blasphemous act.

"The best way now is to disprove this blasphemous data; it's fake news, and the being in the blasphemous image is not a savior..."

Ron seemed to have made a difficult decision after thinking about something: "As everyone knows, the Emperor is the most sacred being and cannot be corrupted."

His expression remained unchanged, but a deep sorrow lingered in his heart.

"Then we'll just have to make a slight sacrifice for the Emperor."

He's already spread rumors about the Roman she-wolf and selling ditch, so he doesn't mind having another new rumor. That makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?
For the Empire!

The next moment, a new change occurred in the Pleasure Illusion.

Ron's expression was resolute, and his body suddenly burst forth with a divine light, after which his appearance changed.

The golden armor of Shinichi shone even brighter, a flaming crown appeared on his head, and his face became even more imposing.

An image known to everyone in the Milky Way and subspace appeared, so sacred.

Ron, with that divine image, grabbed the illusion of the Lord of Pleasure and sent it flying onto the royal throne.

In an instant, he followed closely behind.

Emperor Shock!

……

Orensis.

At this moment, a scene of joyful illusion is projected onto the dueling arena.

The cheers of the chaotic audience were stuck in their throats.

A profound silence.