Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 654 Chaos Gods: Oh my god, beware of warp scams, don't get V50!

"Hiss~
This is getting a bit too intense. Aren't the Blood Gods going to fight me to the death?!

Ron felt the terrifying killing intent emanating from the warp, his chest felt like it was filled with iron, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

The Blood God is very angry, and the consequences will be severe.

Everyone knows how terrifying that god of slaughter and war is; his wrath is enough to engulf the warp.

Moreover, besides Him, the Lord of Plague and the Lord of Change will also hold Him accountable.

"I'm probably the first being, besides the Emperor himself, to provoke such wrath from the Chaos Gods, right?"

Ron wondered, why was he also feeling a little proud?!
After all, the enemy's anger is the best badge of honor, and if you get blacklisted by the enemy, you'll bring glory to your ancestors.

Now, he finally understood the true value of the Emperor.

Even though he had dealt such a severe blow to the Chaos Gods, their anger towards him still did not surpass that towards the Emperor.

It's clear how badly the Emperor deceived the Chaos Gods back then. Could it be that he embezzled all of the gods' retirement funds?

"Looks like I'm in for a tough time, what if I get caught..."

Ron took a deep breath, assumed a defensive stance, and prepared to face the attacks of the Blood God and other evil gods.

He was still very nervous.

Fortunately, I am currently deep within the Eye of Fear, at the boundary between the galaxy and the warp, rather than in the warp itself; otherwise, even escaping would be difficult.

Those chaotic evil gods can't possibly come to the galaxy to attack me, can they?!

If they had that ability, the galaxy would have been destroyed long ago, and humanity would have had no hope of resistance.

"What the Blood Gods can do is extend their power to the Eye of Fear, just like the Lord of Joy, and attack me."

Once the Lord of Pleasure fully unleashes the illusion of pleasure, allowing the powers of other gods to enter, I will face a terrifying blow!

Ron's thoughts raced as he awaited the arrival of the attack.

This period was the hardest to get through.

However, he soon discovered that the Pleasure Realm was not only not open, but had been quietly reinforced, as if afraid that something might go wrong with the realm.

"Good heavens, the Lord of Pleasure is secretly supporting me to continue..."

Ron suddenly realized.

The Lord of Pleasure only got a sip of soup during this overly advanced and exciting live stream.

But compared to other evil gods who have a majestic image and have suffered a huge loss of faith, He has made a huge profit.

All the other evil gods have regressed, which means that the Lord of Pleasure is progressing on his own.

That guy is probably secretly enjoying it all.

"I've worked so hard and still got beaten up. I can't let the Lord of Pleasure get away with it for nothing."

Ron felt a little uneasy at the thought that the Lord of Pleasure had also made a fortune.

He seized this opportunity and prepared to make a special deal with the other party.

Ron immediately pulled out his psionic communication device, retrieved the frequency of the Lord of Pleasure from his blacklist, and then spoke to him, demanding benefits.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I believe the Lord of Pleasure understands this principle.

hum~
The communication was accepted in an instant, and a wisp of Ron's consciousness arrived at the Palace of Pleasure, where he saw the Lord of Pleasure on the royal bed.

That being was so fair and beautiful, like the most wonderful elf in the world.

"He's good-looking, but he's a complete pervert."

Ron muttered to himself, completely unaware that even in the galaxy and the warp, he was considered an absolute freak by the chaotic beings.

That's what the demons call it—that cursed, abominable being.

At this moment, he stood gracefully before the Lord of Pleasure, straightening his back, demanding payment for his fel faith.

“Darling, you occupied someone else’s illusion, and you still have the nerve to ask for payment?”

Perhaps, they can give you what you want even more…

The Lord of Pleasure appears in the image most favored by the Savior, striking an extremely seductive pose.

She communicated with the Savior using the manner of a human woman, her voice as sweet as a lark's.

The languid deity spoke as he removed the black stockings from his long, snow-white legs and tossed them toward the savior.

He knew that this would not corrupt the Savior, but it was at least one of the most effective methods.

"If you don't pay, I won't move."

Ron let the black stockings drape over his head, his expression and posture remaining unchanged.

He knew that the Lord of Pleasure before him was merely a conceptual life form, and that he would stop spreading the illusion as long as the creature refused.

Anyway, I've already made pretty much money from this.

Although this wasn't a real threat, he knew that the Lord of Pleasure was so greedy that he wouldn't refuse any opportunity to weaken other evil gods.

All evil gods are the same.

Unbeknownst to him, he had transformed from an unknown nobody in the subspace into someone capable of cooperating and negotiating with the Chaos Gods.

Ron could sense that he was gradually becoming involved in this great game and becoming a part of it.

Although it wasn't a good omen, I had no other choice. Maybe this world is just that messed up?

"Alright, darling, I'll cooperate with you and play a trick on you."

The Lord of Joy understood the Savior's attitude and did not hesitate for long.

He rose from the royal bed, walked barefoot up the steps to the Savior, and then cupped the Savior's face and kissed him.

In an instant, the new power of pleasure was transferred to the savior, giving him more control over the realm of pleasure.

???

Before Ron could react, he felt an extreme silkiness, softness, and sweetness, and then he quickly cut off the connection.

To prevent that being from taking the opportunity to make new moves that could corrupt one's consciousness.

"That was close, the Lord of Pleasure almost succeeded."

Ron's consciousness returned to the illusion, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Bulgarian Blood God still bent over and being whipped.

He admitted that he had just miscalculated and failed to guard against the Lord of Pleasure.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

But even as Ron was in pain, he didn't forget to send a psionic projection to the Fallen Phoenix.

You can't be sad by yourself; you have to share it with others.

Meanwhile, outside the illusion, the fallen phoenix Fugen received a visionary projection from the savior.

That scene of the other party receiving the gift of the sovereign power of pleasure instantly made him even more vulnerable and flushed.

Even the Fallen Phoenix, as a pleasurable demon prince, did not receive such a gift of power, while the Savior, as an enemy, did.

"No, no...why!"

His pride was further wounded, and he fell to his knees with a thud, roaring in anger.

Fugen realized that his trap had gone awry, and that the savior had actually benefited the most.

And I feel like a pathetic clown farting fool.

Suddenly, Fugen sensed something.

He looked up and saw a ball of molten lava in the void, within which was a terrifying blood shadow.

It seemed to be tearing the planet apart and engulfing it, burning everything to ashes.

"The Blood God has arrived."

When the fallen phoenix saw the phantom of the Blood God, a strange sense of anticipation arose in its heart.

He hoped that the god of slaughter and war would destroy the illusion as soon as possible and end the absurd, blasphemous illusion designed by the savior.

He never wanted to see that clown fart that represented him again!

Unexpectedly, the blood shadow encountered resistance, seemingly struggling to break through the barrier of the curtain.

"The Lord of Pleasure deliberately slacked off, delaying the Blood God's progress."

Within the illusion, Ron noticed that the Blood God was being obstructed, and immediately became delighted.

I have more time now.

This is the Lord of Pleasure's plan. He doesn't need to fight against other Chaos Gods; He just needs to pretend that He can't control the illusion.

It wasn't an act; ever since the Lord of Pleasure relinquished that portion of his power, Ron had completely taken control of this illusion.

As a result, the Blood God and other Chaos Evil Gods would have to expend more energy to break through this realm of pleasure and illusion.

For every second of delay, the Blood Gods would lose a massive amount of faith and prestige due to the blasphemy against the live stream, resulting in a decrease in their strength.

boom--

"Savior, end all of this!" The Blood God roared as a massive, blood-red hand, as large as a mountain, slammed down.

However, when the giant hand struck the illusion, it was as if it had hit a ball; the transparent membrane hindered its movement.

This is not the Warp, and the illusion is connected to the demon world of Orensis, supported by a vast amount of Pleasure Fel energy, which cannot be destroyed by a single blow from the Blood God.

"I'm sorry, I can't grant your request unless you pay me."

Ron, hands on his hips, gazed up at the Blood God's phantom, even larger than a planet, beyond the illusion, and his resolve hardened.

Since you're going to offend them anyway, you might as well offend them thoroughly.

La wo'er, Fako'er~
As he spoke, he manipulated the purple bikini and the Bulgarian Blood God to perform a high-energy dance for the main character.

The bulge was shaking wildly at the Blood God, which was equivalent to unleashing a powerful attack right in his face.

澎~
The phantom of the Blood God ignited even more flames, its body erupting like a volcano with molten lava.

He was furious. Then, three more phantom images of chaotic evil gods appeared and attacked the illusion together with the Blood God.

At this moment, even the Lord of Pleasure dared not slacken his guard, knowing that if he were exposed, he would be besieged by the other three enraged evil gods.

"It's a pity, according to the contract I can't reveal my little secret with the Lord of Pleasure."

Ron gazed at the constantly shaking and teetering sky in the illusion, feeling somewhat sentimental.

Otherwise, he could shamelessly expose the deal, and then he could enjoy the spectacular scene of the three Chaos Gods beating up the Lord of Pleasure.

It can also buy more time.

Because of the contract, there was no possibility of him betraying the agreement.

But that's necessary; otherwise, the Lord of Pleasure wouldn't agree to the deal, thus relinquishing the power of this illusionary realm.

"This illusion will completely shatter in about a minute."

Ron sensed the dissipation of the pleasurable fel energy within the illusion and the amount of energy reserves on the dark side of the Hope Sun, estimating the strength of this illusory realm.

Fortunately, a minute is more than enough for a high-order being like myself who measures time in milliseconds.

It can do many things.

If he wanted to, he could handle ten maids in a second, a super speed that was difficult for the human eye to catch.

This scene ends in an instant, followed by the ground trembling.

It's really hard to imagine.

As for the speed of thought, it's even more terrifying, especially within such an illusion.

Ron bought himself a significant amount of time through a special deal with the Lord of Pleasure.

This allows you to manipulate the Pleasure Realm to do more things.

"With the help of this joyful illusion, and in conjunction with the Sun of Hope, I have gained a more powerful projection ability, which can cover almost most areas of the Milky Way and the subspace."

After Ron had digested the illusionary power transferred by the Lord of Pleasure, he felt the power of the evil god, who truly lived up to his divine status.

This may be why the Chaos Gods were able to corrupt the galaxy; their fel tentacles could reach many areas of the galaxy.

Even the area surrounding the Holy Terra and the Royal Palace is no exception.

Once people's consciousness becomes weak, they have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

I couldn't do this before; it's the work of a true god.

But now he can.

Ron manipulated this realm of pleasure, acting as a data interface that could access the sovereign power of pleasure.

This allows him to utilize the power of the Lord of Pleasure, the "Server," thereby gaining greater dissemination capabilities.

"In this way, I will be able to project the content I want into the galaxy and the subspace."

Ron thought to himself.

Perhaps the emperor himself also possessed such abilities, especially within the empire's borders.

He pondered, and according to the contract, projected the explosive blasphemous live stream footage from the illusion into the galaxy and subspace.

To let more evildoers and demons see all this, so as to destroy the image of the Chaos Gods.

As for the content about the Lord of Pleasure, it was toned down considerably.

This would weaken the other three Chaos Gods as much as possible, which is a lose-lose situation.

But as long as the power of the other evil gods is reduced, the Lord of Pleasure's goal will be achieved, which is also the result the Empire wants.

Of course, this was not Ron's ultimate goal. Simply engaging in blasphemous livestreams, PK battles, and exploiting demons was not enough to satisfy his appetite.

He has other methods.

"This subspace is probably going to be in chaos. I wonder if the Chaos Gods can hold out..."

While fulfilling his contract, Ron also projected even more new content outwards, covering numerous believers and demons throughout the galaxy and the warp.

Mass message: Illusion Blessing!

What he did was extremely excessive; he completely crossed the line, enough to trigger a war of the gods.

In the endless struggles of time, the Chaos Gods had long since drawn the boundaries of their respective powers, and generally would not cross them.

Unless it's a major undertaking, like the plague war waged by the Plague Lord, it would violate the boundaries of other evil gods.

Before He could even process what He had gained, He was brutally attacked.

But Ron, being a newcomer and a troublemaker, wouldn't care about the rules set by the evil god Old Deng.

This is the advantage of outsiders: they can cause trouble outside the rules to their heart's content. The only problem is whether they can withstand the retaliation of the Chaos Gods.

"Now that the Chaos Gods want to kill me, and I'm shitting on the Empire's head, who cares about you anymore!"

Ron was not afraid at all.

Those evil gods and demons from the Warp are wreaking havoc across the Empire's territory, and have even set up a massive trap array in Vostonia, hoping to kill themselves.

It would be unreasonable for him not to cause some trouble in the warp.

Ron was in high spirits, using the power of the Sun of Hope to absorb the aftershocks of the gods' attack.

Then, using the Pleasure Illusion, they frantically projected even more visual illusions.

He must hurry, or he might not have another chance.

As Ron manipulated the system, a massive amount of visionary messages were projected across the galaxy and throughout the warp.

……

Dawn City Network Road, Black Throne Palace.

The oppressive atmosphere in the throne room had dissipated, the tyrant emperor's anger had dissipated, and there was even a hint of joy in the air.

Magnus, his face bruised and swollen like a pig's head, was pouring wine for the emperor with a forced smile.

He realized that his father had changed a lot; he was no longer as cold and cruel as before.

Even after being beaten, the Crimson King no longer harbored his previous resentment.

But when he saw the images on the psionic curtain in the hall, his body couldn't help but tremble, as if it had triggered some terrible memory.

That was about social death.

La wo'er, Fako'er~
The catchy, ear-piercing melody reverberated through the hall, carrying a hint of reverberation.

"#@￥&!"

"That brat Ron did a pretty good job, managing to push the gods to this point..."

The tyrannical emperor's foul mouth remained as bad as ever, but he was secretly pleased.

Especially after seeing the eye-searing appearances and blasphemous content of the Chaos Gods, and comparing them with his previous illusions, he felt inexplicably gratified.

The emperor was furious when he saw "Emperor's Impact Pleasure," but he felt better after witnessing the tragic state of the Chaos Gods.

The savior still respected himself, at least he maintained his image.

This is the power of contrast: after the savior has no bottom line to a certain extent, he does something that is not so bottomless.

It would be comforting.

Even Magnus was secretly glad that the savior hadn't done that to him before, otherwise he really wouldn't have had the courage to come out.

"Perhaps I need to mend my relationship with that brother."

he thought so.

It's best to avoid further conflict with someone as ruthless as a savior who would stop at nothing, even attacking one's own father and the gods of chaos.

"The gods' majesty will be damaged, and they will lose many believers, but countless humans will benefit from this..."

The tyrant emperor took a sip of the century-old Lafite stored by the savior with relish, enjoying the ugly state of the chaotic gods, and relaxed completely.

The pressure of faith within the sacred sun has now lessened considerably, and the old rivals have met their ultimate demise.

This was arguably one of the happiest moments of his life.

Now, this Lord of Mankind believes that the Savior can withstand the threat of the gods and escape unscathed.

Suddenly, the tyrant emperor sensed something—a vision projected from the warp, from the savior.

He absorbed the message and released it into the hall.

Boom~
A simulated killing energy was released, and it felt so real.

Any being would perceive it as the power of the god of slaughter and war.

The vision showed the terrifying image of Khorne, the Blood God, clad in brass armor and wielding a blood axe.

He gazed in this direction, his voice like a volcanic roar:

"Tremble, believers! I am the Blood God! A new divine war has begun, and I must assemble a new demonic army..."

???

The tyrannical emperor stared at the illusion and was immediately stunned.

He seemed to see something new, or perhaps it stirred up ancient memories from ancient Terra.

A new type of subspace scam: V me for 50?!
……

Subspace, the realm of chaos.

"Ah, the great Blood God has favored me..."

A great demon stared excitedly at the vision, his excitement barely contained.

In the vision, the blood god Khorne's eyes burned with blood flames, and his voice was menacing:

"You have been chosen by slaughter. Offer your power to help me build a demon army, and afterwards I will grant you the title of Demon Prince!"

(End of this chapter)