Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 656 Savior: Psychic Muggle Outbreak, Hopeful Sun Makes Its First Battle!
Orensis.

Duel field.

At some point, this world of pleasure and demons changed.

The earth's surface, composed of flesh and blood, is filled with flowing magma, some tissues begin to rot and maggots appear, and even crystal-like crystalline tissues are formed.

That was after the powers of the chaotic gods extended over and affected the material world, with various powers intertwining.

Fortunately, they cannot actually descend into this demon world, otherwise an even more terrible disaster would occur.

But the mere ripples of power have created such a terrifying impact.

The ones who truly bear the pressure from the Chaos Gods are the Pleasure Illusion and its savior.

The commotion in the dueling arena ceased.

In the illusionary visions projected by the veil of evil energy, the chaotic demons saw the phantom of the deity of their faith.

They prostrated themselves on the ground, offering worship to the true God, as if any other sound were a disrespect.

"The savior's blasphemous acts are about to end; he will be crushed by the wrath of the gods..."

A fanatical smile spread across the masked dancer's face, which was covered in ugly scars; the savior had destroyed her beauty.

Now the other party will meet their end, and even their soul will be tormented forever.

Many chaotic demons share this idea.

In their minds, no being could resist the power and authority of the gods.

The demons' awe of the savior, the cursed and abominable being, was fading; they no longer revered a dying being.

That being, like countless other beings in the warp, will vanish under the blows of the gods and be forgotten.

"It's finally coming to an end..."

The fallen phoenix Fugen breathed a sigh of relief, bowed slightly to the gods, and returned to its throne.

A new blood-stained cup appeared in his hand, and his previous anger turned into pleasure:

“Look, Robert, you will witness the death of a brother, and hypocrites will be just like the other brothers who have died.”

The smoke disappeared.

Perhaps I will have the opportunity to collect his body and create the most blasphemous toys for demons to torture and play with.

So what if the true form of this hypocrite is in the galaxy, heavily guarded?!
That guy's mind and soul are in a state of blissful illusion, and he has been surrounded by the gods.

A hypocrite is no match for such terrible corruption; the power of the gods will traverse his soul, destroying all possibility of his survival.

Even if the gods' extensions are merely avatars of their powers, that guy has no chance of resisting them!
"Unfortunately, I will not have the chance to fight him in the galaxy, nor will I be able to use the Maugta Stone to draw upon his essential power."

Fugen looked regretful.

But in any case, the death of an enemy who once humiliated you is a pleasant thing.

In particular, he was able to witness the death of the savior while simultaneously appreciating Robert's despair.

"Ron brothers!"

Guilliman remained bound, gazing at the terrifying phantom in the illusion of pleasure, a deep sense of despair welling up within him.

The power emanating from the Chaos Gods was beyond human resistance; even I, outside the illusion, felt the breath of death.

If I were in that situation, I would certainly have no chance of survival.

That brother is about to die.

Just thinking about this made Guilliman feel an overwhelming sense of bitterness and sorrow.

He couldn't imagine the consequences of losing the Ron brothers, and perhaps he would never forgive himself.

After all, his brother had fallen into the gods' trap in order to rescue him, and he could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

He cannot exert any influence on the subspace.

"Father...Father, will he come to save the Ron brothers?!"

Guilliman pondered any possible chance of survival and couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

That father, the Emperor, possesses unparalleled power in the Warp, feared even by the gods; perhaps he can rescue the Ron brothers from the illusion.

However, his hope was extinguished the next moment.

“My dear brother, stop fantasizing. That false emperor, clinging to his golden throne, could not possibly exert influence here from such a vast distance.”

Unless he can rise from the golden throne.

Fugen's mocking voice rang out, as if he had seen through the Primarch's thoughts, and the tentacle skin behind him transformed into cruel whips that lashed at the other party.

"The only thing you can do now is watch the hypocrites die; there's nothing you can do about it."

His death may be the most exciting spectacle in the galaxy's millennia-long history.

I will record his gruesome death, savor it slowly, and spread it to every corner of the galaxy and the warp.

The Fallen Phoenix used its poisonous whip and words to ruthlessly provoke the Primarch, reveling in the pleasure of tormenting its opponent's body and mind.

There is also a sense of satisfaction from achieving revenge.

It was as if the previous humiliation could vanish in the face of such torment.

"Especially you, Robert, you have no control over the warp at all, you're like a useless burden."

Nobody can count on you.

What else can you do besides drag the empire down and your own brothers?
Ten thousand years ago, if you had been able to influence the warp, the mission to support Terra would not have failed.

If you can influence the warp now, you won't just have to watch all this happen and watch your brothers die.

Are you very angry? Unfortunately, your anger will only make you look more like a powerless clown; you can't do anything about it.

Fugen humiliated him wantonly.

Vicious words were like thorns, piercing Guilliman's heart bit by bit, causing him to bleed profusely.

Fuggen could see that Robert was weeping, that a Primarch who had always been steadfast and unyielding was weeping.

The Primarch, who had endured so much torment without yielding, was now weeping, his heart filled with guilt and unbearable sorrow.

This made the Fallen Phoenix even more excited: "Ah, look! Everyone come and see, what sweet yet cowardly tears!"

Don't you know that tears are a sign of weakness and incompetence?!

He pointed excitedly at the Primarch and laughed.

The other Chaos Demons were the same; it seemed that all the demons were mocking the Primarch's cowardice.

The sharp, mocking laughter filled the entire dueling arena; it was so jarring.

Snapped--

"Quickly, I need more tears!" Fugen strained to gather his strength, and with another lash, the poisoned whip carried an even more terrifying power.

However, the next moment, he froze, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

The whip lashed Robert, but it had little effect.

Even more unbelievable, blue arcs of electricity began to flicker on Robert's body, this subspace insulator.

It's so amazing!

In an instant, the Fallen Phoenix and the Chaos Demons vaguely saw a huge blue sun in the warp, its surface covered with lightning storms.

It represents Robert Guilliman, and that is his subspace essence.

The blue sun in the Naya space is of astonishing size and exudes a terrifying threat!

"No...this is impossible! How could you possess such powerful warp abilities?!"

With a crash, the crystal glass shattered on the ground, and Fugen couldn't help but take two steps back, his voice a little hoarse.

He realized that Robert's power had far exceeded his own.

In fact, the Ultimate Primarch is born with terrifying power, which it has been accumulating continuously without ever being depleted.

However, he never accepted this power of the subspace.

That's why the emperor tried so hard to revive him, hoping he would save the empire.

But then, a savior appeared, and the emperor had a better candidate.

Now, under pressure, the Primarch has broken through its own limits, completely shattering the already loosened boundaries.

He merged with the power that originally belonged to him.

The extent to which the essence of the subspace is utilized is greater than that of the Lion and the Raven King!
In this situation, those who possess a higher level of subspace fundamental utilization can gain an overwhelming advantage.

Just like the Crow King, who could use his inherent power to block Luo Jia, preventing him from taking a single step out of the tower.

"I am not crying, but reminiscing about my lost self and the rebirth I have received."

"I will fight alongside my brothers!" Guilliman slowly raised his head, and traces of tears could still be seen on his face.

He easily broke free from all restraints, and the Armor of Destiny on his body had been restored to its original state at some point, and was even more imposing than before.

The Primarch raised his hands and grabbed the twin executioners on either side, strangling them to death in their terror. Then, he looked up at the somewhat nervous Fallen Phoenix, his eyes crackling with blue lightning:

"You should run, and all the hatred here too, you will face my thunderous storm!"

bang——

Before the Fallen Phoenix could react, Guilliman arrived in front of it with astonishing speed.

He pressed his large hand against the other man's face and slammed it hard against the throne. The face, covered in makeup, shattered like the throne, and tears streamed down his face.

What followed was the fallen phoenix's remorseful and shrill scream.

The Lord of Altramor has undergone a rebirth-like transformation.

This time, he will challenge the Fallen Phoenix and all the demons in the arena, and then declare war on the gods.

As his rage raged, lightning spread, and fear filled the eyes of the Chaos Demon!

……

Meanwhile, in a blissful illusion.

The savior and emperor of the empire is facing an unimaginable threat: the four most powerful eternal deities in the warp.

Many beings in the subspace are watching this siege closely.

Perhaps the savior will be crushed like a rat in a gutter.

"The victim has come knocking on the door and is blocking the entrance..."

Ron, under unprecedented pressure, slowly raised his head.

Above the illusory sky, the body of the Chaos God seemed larger than a planet, radiating a terrifying pressure.

The Khorne Blood Shadow burned with molten lava flames, each breath like a thousand volcanic eruptions, and even the surrounding matter was corroded into crimson lava by the power of slaughter.

The plague-ridden mountain of flesh was shrouded in a yellowish-green mist, with foul-smelling pus flowing down its rotting wounds like a waterfall, and countless maggots and filthy spirits wriggling in the cavities of the flesh.

Slaanesh wears a crown of thorns, his body is composed of trillions of pink female bodies, countless breasts and organs pulsate and close, and every throat emits a seductive moan, spreading mist everywhere.

The treacherous, fantastical body shifted within the camouflage, undergoing countless changes every millisecond, forming an unknowable form. Thousands of yearning faces clung to the iridescent colors, murmuring unknown incantations.

The divine bodies of the four chaotic evil gods are materialized, representing their very concept, and are filled with rage.

They wanted to completely tear the Savior apart, along with his soul, leaving no possibility of resurrection!
In the galaxy and the subspace, perhaps no one has ever faced such a desperate fate, while simultaneously confronting the wrath of the Chaos Gods.

hiss~
When Ron's gaze swept over Tzeentch's fantastical body, his head felt as if it had been hit hard by a hammer, making him dizzy and even momentarily unable to think.

"Oh no, I'm getting dizzy from all this knowledge..."

In that moment of dizziness, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Just now, through the treacherous illusion body, I saw many of the universe's mysteries, technological knowledge, and ancient taboos and secrets.

The sheer volume of knowledge nearly caused his brain to shut down.

If other high-level psionicists, chaos wizards, or tech priests were here, they would probably go mad under the weight of so much knowledge.

"Fortunately, I am not a being who thirsts for knowledge, otherwise I would have fallen into the trap of the Lord of Change and been corrupted by the concepts he represents."

Ron reacted quickly and immediately lowered his thinking level to maintain his own intermediate education level.

In this way, the dizziness will disappear, and you won't feel dizzy if you can't understand anything.

This might also be an advantage, as the clash between the two sides ended in milliseconds.

"Do we still have a chance to reconcile?!" Ron looked up at the phantoms of the gods and suddenly asked.

However, the gazes of the Chaos Gods grew increasingly cold.

"Savior, your head will be framed on a skull holder!"

The Blood God Khorne was so angry that the blasphemous image of the Savior had humiliated His image and caused Him to lose too much of His majesty.

He could sense that faith in killing and war was declining.

This must end as soon as possible!
Rumbling--

Suddenly, the earth in the illusion cracked, volcanic lava surged, and torrents of thick liquid swept up countless maggots.

Moreover, thorns grew wildly in the mist, and colorful flames fell like streams of fire.

In an instant, all the Chaos Gods launched an attack!

As the powers of the gods emerged, their illusory forms invaded this realm of pleasure, and all the blasphemous illusions shattered under the pressure.

The entire illusion transformed into an apocalyptic scene, with all projection channels leading to the outside world destroyed.

Boom boom boom!
The ugly, emanating manifestations of the chaotic gods appeared in the illusion, and they were enormous.

It almost burst this illusion apart.

They strode toward the Savior from four directions, as if to crush him like an insect.

"Even an avatar of power possesses such might, but I hope the power of the sun will not be a disadvantage either!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ron also activated his Hope Sun essence, merging into this pleasurable illusion he controlled.

At this moment, an unprecedented power surged within him.

"With the power of the sun, it shouldn't be able to hold out for even a short time, right?"

That was Ron's first time using the nature of warp to clash with the Chaos Gods, and he was still a little nervous.

However, he did see the existence of the stairway to godhood, and he was not too far from becoming a true god.

Moreover, he had just absorbed a large amount of evil faith energy, and there was still a continuous stream of evil faith energy gathering.

No problem!

Ron thought to himself as he looked up at the Plague Lord's foul, rotting foot that was stomping over him.

The next moment, he was trampled by a huge foot, and the ground beneath his feet shattered, and he fell silent.

The Pleasure Realm is now reduced to mere manifestations of the powers of the Chaos Gods.

However, the Chaos Gods were not pleased by the destruction of the Savior's illusory body; instead, they became even more somber.

That being seemed to have merged into the illusion, and its power and influence were constantly growing.

"Gods, you are attempting to instigate a divine war, so I have no choice but to accept the challenge."

You will witness the power of human faith, and the light of hope!

Accompanied by the savior's roar, a beam of light suddenly fell from the sky, so dazzling that it was almost blinding.

It emerged like a divine light, with endless golden holy light filling the entire area and constantly vibrating.

This was so similar to the power of the cursed that it alerted the Chaos Gods, who became solemn.

They adopted a defensive posture to ward off the harm of the light.

The hope and power of the savior have always been hidden under the veil of the divine sun, and only a small part of it has occasionally been revealed.

This was the first time the Savior had truly revealed his power and divine form.

They naturally take precautions against the unknown.

Especially since the other party has already come into contact with the ladder to godhood, they are actually only one step away from becoming true gods like the Chaos Gods.

Of course, taking that step to become eternal is extremely difficult.

They could not allow it to become a new eternity, whether as a savior or a cursed being.

Not only the gods, but also many other beings observing the illusion held their breath under its descending power.

???

But soon, the Chaos Gods, who were on guard, were suddenly taken aback.

They found the light to be so gentle and warm, without any harm, and within it appeared a round, bald thing.

Soon, the sun appeared in the sky, emitting a faint light, like a slightly bouncy sphere.

Soft.

That is the embodiment of the savior's power; His divine body is almost devoid of aggression or threat.

Duang ~
Khorne raised his hand and poked the sphere, as if he had poked a cotton ball, and ripples appeared on its surface.

It's like saying, "If you mess with me, you've kicked a nut!"

The god of war and slaughter revealed a cruel smile: "Ah, what a weak and lowly power you are, is this your resistance?"

The fear in His eyes dissipated considerably; compared to the cursed, the Savior's power was harmless.

Many beings breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the true nature of the savior; that being was not a new cursed being.

next moment.

Volcanic lava erupted like a tsunami, and the earth in the illusionary realm collapsed.

The avatar of Khorne's power swung his blood axe and slashed fiercely at the sphere of hope!
(End of this chapter)