Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 661 Savior: This is unbearable! How about we dig out the Emperor himself to fight the enemy?!
"That terrifying enemy has appeared, and he's even more terrifying than we imagined..."

Ron frowned, a deep sense of apprehension rising within him.

According to intelligence from the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The flank of the Redemption Fourth Fleet was attacked by a chaotic entity in the central region of Vostronia.

Amidst the burning flames of the void, terrifying shadows destroyed the large fleet consisting of eight battleships and more than ten giant destroyers.

All of the hundreds of warships in the entire fleet were destroyed, with none spared!

"What's even more terrifying is that the enemy didn't use magical arrays or warp-space disasters, but destroyed all the ships with physical force."

Tens of thousands of shipborne guns couldn't withstand the enemy's attack; their subspace routes were also blocked, leaving them with no way to escape.

Ron glanced through the intelligence and sighed deeply:

"After that, the terrifying enemy attacked the main force of the Redemption Third Fleet."

Fleet Commander Volody's timely command secured a retreat opportunity at the cost of dozens of warships.

They successfully used the network air route to evacuate from the high-risk area.

If the terrifying enemy were merely destroying empty bunkers, that would be understandable.

After all, the Imperial Empty Castle is almost immobile, and high-level beings can destroy its core through forbidden sorcery or ground invasion, thus triggering an explosion.

But what has been destroyed is a lively fleet, wiped out by a single enemy.

This shows how terrifying the other party is!
The savior's words made the atmosphere heavy, as if some powerful, unknown force was pressing down on them.

At this moment, the Primarchs all felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

"Ron brothers, how...how did the enemy manage to do that?!"

Guilliman swallowed hard; his throat was dry. Such immense individual strength was beyond the realm of common sense.

Even Peturabo, who was standing next to him, felt a deep sense of worry.

They could hardly imagine what kind of power it would take to destroy an entire fleet with just one person's strength.

After a few seconds of silence, Peturabo spoke:
"I might be able to seize ships by force and then use mechanical skills to control them and destroy other warships."

But against a sector-class or larger fleet, I would undoubtedly be defeated.

In most cases, the Imperial fleet has a formidable escort force, and is often accompanied by Space Marines.

They will also use forbidden weapons.

That's something that no single person can challenge.

"I have awakened my true nature, and I can use force to storm into the warship and destroy the life inside."

Given enough time, I can inflict massive damage on the fleet through surprise infiltration.

But I have no way to destroy a fleet, especially when the fleet is on guard, and I certainly can't directly destroy warships, those behemoths that are several kilometers long..."

Guilliman also shared his thoughts, analyzing the enemy's strength.

He felt even more pressure as he looked at the warship wreckage that had been torn apart and destroyed in the virtual projection.

Guilliman considered himself one of the Empire's top fighters, yet he couldn't imagine how he would defeat such a powerful enemy.

He and the Lord of Steel looked toward the Savior, whose brother was the Empire's strongest known force.

But they still didn't hold out much hope; no matter how strong that brother was, it was still within their comprehension limits.

The Primarch couldn't help but think of the battle between the Emperor, his father, and Horus.

That battle also defied common sense, causing extremely terrible destruction.

The shockwave emanating from the Vengeance Soul nearly destroyed all the surrounding ships.

Perhaps only a father could deal with such an enemy, but unfortunately he could not rise from the golden throne to fight again.

Ron looked worried.

He spoke slowly, under the watchful eyes of his two Primarch brothers:

"In terms of individual combat strength, I can destroy air fortresses or warships, and I can also wipe out fleets..."

His clone of the Tyrannosaurus Rex—Bladewing—became even more powerful, thanks to the massive amount of biomass it consumed, and possessed the power to destroy battleships.

Moreover, it can devour biomass on the spot to create sporangia and cultivate insect swarms. Given enough time, it can completely generate insect tides during battle.

Thus, they could attack an entire fleet.

???

Guilliman, Peturabo, and the others were stunned upon hearing this.

"Brother...brother, do you also have the same fighting power as the enemy?"

When did this happen?!

Guilliman's throat was hoarse and his whole body felt numb.

They are both Primarchs, so why is there such a big difference between them?

While the saviors of the past were powerful, they were still within his comprehension, which allowed him to maintain a stable mindset.

Just like Guilliman usually gets 80 points on a test, while the Savior gets 100 points, at least in terms of level, they won't be too far apart.

But now he suddenly realizes that the savior only got 100 points on the test because the paper itself only showed 100 points; in reality, that guy's true ability was several hundred points!
At this moment, even the fallen phoenix Fugen, who was bound in various ways, was stunned.

The savior is so powerful! Just how much strength is that guy hiding? He's so cautious, he's really damned!
After a brief moment of shock, Guilliman was then filled with delight: "Brother Ron, does that mean... you can defeat that powerful Chaos foe?"

"No, that guy is stronger than me..."

Ron shook his head, still very wary: "Judging from the analysis of the battlefield wreckage, I don't have much hope of victory."

Just now, he received relevant data comparison and analysis from the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Teren Research Department.

His own clone, Bladewing, was no match for that enemy.

Moreover, that body is not yet fully developed and is highly likely to be contaminated by chaotic evil energy, which could lead to unpredictable accidents.

The military is currently analyzing the data to find ways to defeat the enemy, including using witchcraft, forbidden relics, or the latest Savior's Redemption Armor.

The savior's answer caused Guilliman and the others' initial joy to dissipate, and they became depressed again.

Ron himself was the same.

He hadn't felt such a severe sense of crisis in a long time.

After seeing the intelligence, he suddenly realized that there was still extremely terrifying military power in the galaxy and subspace.

Leaving aside the terrifying enemies created by the gods, there are even more destructive entities in the galactic real universe.

For example, the Star God.

Those are gods of the real universe, terrifying beings that feed on planets, and now many fragments of these star gods are in the hands of space necromancers.

It's hard to guarantee that it won't cause enormous losses to humanity.

There are no Star God-level individuals yet; the chaotic individuals created by the gods alone are already giving them a huge headache.

It has to be said that this wretched world is truly hellish for humanity.

Besides the Chaos Gods of the Warp, there are even more terrifying Star Gods and Great Devourers in the real universe.

Any one of these objects, if thrown into any other world, would be a world-ending force. But here, they're all gathered!

The team's analysis of intelligence and the enemy continues.

After reviewing and analyzing all the intelligence, Peturabo gave a worrying answer.

He projected a star map, marking the locations of all enemy spawns, spanning the entire Vostonia region and surrounding star sectors:
"That unknown chaotic entity is hunting the Empire's fleet and fortress firepower, and it possesses mobility comparable to that of the fleet."

Even more dangerous is that the other side's area of ​​activity is constantly expanding.

This is probably related to the chaotic array that covers the star field. Once that array spreads, he will be able to travel to more areas without any worries.

Guilliman stared at the projection, his anger brewing:
"That is a weapon projected by the Chaos Gods onto the Empire. Once the Chaos Array spreads and covers the entire Hazy Starfield..."

Humanity may lose control of the hazy star system!

At this time, Ron also received predictions from the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Psionic Academy.

That prediction was similar to the analysis of the Lord of Steel; the most worrying scenario had occurred.

The reason why the human empire has been able to maintain its rule over its vast territory is because of the naval fleets stationed in various star regions, star sectors, and star systems.

However, now the Chaos Gods can freely attack humanity's navy, and in units of star sector fleets.

Who can withstand this? !

Each naval fleet is the most expensive asset of the Imperial Army, often taking centuries to build.

If the Chaos Gods were to destroy a sector fleet every now and then, the Empire would not be able to withstand it, and the region would spiral out of control.

What's more troublesome is that the enemy is a high-level entity with a fast movement speed, and can also use subspace teleportation.

This means that every time the enemy makes a move, the empire suffers a huge loss and is unable to defend itself.

It seems that the individual weapons of those chaotic gods are already on their way to hunt their next target.

But he couldn't just hide the entire fleet; otherwise, how could he manage the empire's territory?!
The Chaos Gods have truly struck at the heart of the Empire!

There was no way to avoid it, and we couldn't delay any longer; every period of delay would result in a huge loss.

That terrifying enemy must be dealt with as soon as possible!

Ron took a deep breath and rekindled his fighting spirit.

He looked at Guilliman and the others, his tone serious: "Data is just data. We must stop that guy no matter what."

"At least try it once, and see what it really is!"

That terrifying enemy was indeed powerful, but the Primarch was not weak either; he was not a mere soldier who could be easily wiped out.

In particular, our side also has three Primarchs who have awakened their essence. With the help of the Chaos Array and forbidden relics, we may not be unable to win!

“Let’s go back to Kalista and reunite with Lion and the others. I refuse to believe that the five Primarchs can’t stop that guy.”

Ron slowly stood up and quickly issued several instructions, ordering the military affairs department to formulate battle plans, evacuation schemes, and provide corresponding weapons supplies.

Once that terrifying enemy reappears, they will go to intercept it and see if they can inflict effective damage.

If that doesn't work, retreat immediately and look for a new solution.

"If there's really no other way, we can only bear the losses and see if we can get the Emperor off the golden throne..."

Ron thought to himself.

Previously, the research department related to the throne had proposed a plan.

That means digging out the entire palace and the entrance to the network tunnel at the foot of the Himalayas, and then moving them into the Dawn City network tunnel.

To better deploy defenses.

Moreover, the new placement location is within the Emperor clone's activity range, allowing him to guard himself.

In this way, there is no need to worry about the safety of the Golden Throne. Otherwise, the palace would be attacked from time to time, which would be quite worrying.

More importantly, this would allow the Emperor to use the clones to work with researchers to repair the Golden Throne.

He is the one most familiar with the Golden Throne and is more suited to carry out repair work under such high psionic pressure.

Other high-ranking technical priests or psionicists simply couldn't withstand the high-pressure psionic energy surrounding the throne.

That is one of the reasons why the throne is so difficult to repair.

Perhaps once the Golden Throne is repaired and the suppression of psionic energy within it is reduced, there will be an opportunity for a clone of the Emperor to replace the original.

This way, the Emperor's actual skeleton can be extracted, allowing him to truly move within the galaxy.

Anyway, the Emperor mainly uses the nature of the subspace to suppress the rifts in the network, as long as the clones are not rejected by the Golden Throne.

With a plan, there's a chance of success!

“I can initiate this plan ahead of schedule. The empire’s territory is so vast that by trading space for time, we should be able to hold out until the plan succeeds…”

Ron pondered the relevant plans and fell silent for a while.

It was a brutal plan that required many decoys to delay the enemy, and would sacrifice countless imperial worlds and lives.

If all my plans to stop this enemy fail and I cannot defeat that terrifying foe, this is the only way I can do it.

However, he did not want the situation to escalate to that point, which would delay the empire's revival plan.

He turned to Peturab and announced a new plan:
"Brother, I'm afraid you'll need to work with the wizards to build a new Maugta Stone array to see if it can have any effect on that guy."

Can you handle this?

"The Armor of Laws records every node of the Maugta Stone Array. With the help of a high-level wizard or the think tank, I have about a 97.13% chance of being able to restore it."

Peturabo provided the answer, stating that the probability was accurate to the decimal point and was therefore highly reliable.

"Then please."

Ron nodded in satisfaction. The Iron Lord's brain was indeed useful, saving him a lot of trouble.

Bringing the other party back to the Empire was an absolutely correct choice.

After clearing his mind, he ignored the Chaos Demons trembling in the audience area of ​​the duel arena.

The most urgent task is to go back and assemble.

Click~
Ron planted a mechanical psionic beacon in the ground, illuminating his location, and a teleportation array spread out from the ground.

Afterwards, he carried the Fallen Phoenix, which looked like a dead dog, and stood in the teleportation area with Guilliman and the others.

They prepared to return to the Blackrock Omen Ark—the Burning Heart.

"what's the situation?!"

However, to Ron's surprise, the teleportation beam from the Ominous Ark failed to land, seemingly encountering some kind of obstruction.

A sense of foreboding arose in his heart, and he suddenly looked up.

The horizon of this demon world is burning fiercely, fel flames rise from the ground to the sky, and enormous fissures are forming.

That was an attack from chaos!
"Hahaha, the gods have sent new power."

The fallen phoenix Fugen bit into the holy grenade, letting its energy scorch his mouth and face.

He stared at the savior with resentment, utterly smug: "You can't go back, and you have no chance to stop it all!"

(End of this chapter)