Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 662 Reverse Terrorist Attack, Angron, the Strongest God in the Galaxy (Upgraded Version)?!
The void of this demon world is almost integrated with the warp, and chaotic energy spreads rampantly.

Twisted, upside-down mountains grow, stretching from high above to the ground.

The chaotic demons screamed hoarsely as they rapidly climbed down the mountain range, like a tsunami pouring down from the sky.

Led by the Chaos Demon, they stepped onto the flesh-and-blood-covered ground and charged toward the dueling arena.

"The army of the gods has arrived..."

"That cursed, abominable being has lost its chance to leave!"

The chaotic demon in the dueling arena became excited, suddenly feeling that it was in power again, and stared at the savior and the others, eager to make a move.

Under the pressure of the savior, they dared not launch an attack immediately and remained in a state of observation.

However, once the opponent falls into a disadvantageous situation, all the chaotic beings will swarm in.

"Is this the gods' plan? They think they can kill us with these demonic armies?!"

Ron, seeing this, actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just thought a terrifying enemy had come knocking, and his battle plan wasn't ready yet. If he actually encountered that guy, he'd be in trouble.

Fugen sneered, a sense of vengeful pleasure washing over him.

“Hypocrites, these demons cannot kill you, but they can keep you here.”

Once the erosion array in Vostonia has expanded, the beasts unleashed by the gods will be able to tear apart the imperial forces throughout the entire Misty Starfield.

Even if you manage to get out, all you'll see are endless ruins of death!

"Thank you for reminding me. Do you know why you heretics and rebels are so prone to losing? It's because you talk too much and can't keep a secret."

"If you keep acting like this, you'll easily become a clown."

Ron tossed the Fallen Phoenix to the ground and casually cast several psionic restraints on it to prevent any accidents.

"So what if you know?"

The demons in the warp are endless. As long as they continue to invade this demon world, you will never be able to get out..."

"hateful!!!"

Fugen was not deterred and continued to rant, but he soon became even angrier.

The savior used psychic energy to create a soundproof barrier, completely blocking out his voice.

The Fallen Phoenix remained silent, watching everything with venomous eyes, determined to witness the savior's failure.

This led to the erosion of the hazy star field into chaos.

"Finally, some peace and quiet." Ron ignored the Fallen Phoenix and turned to the problem at hand.

That guy was right; I really don't have much time to waste.

The Chaos Gods were monitoring every move here, worried that their savior might interfere with their plans.

yah~
The essence of the Kirimania space was operating at full power, the blue arcs of electricity on its body were even more intense, and its eyes were flashing with thunder and storm.

“Brother Ron, the Lord of Steel and I will stop the demon. You find a chance to leave Orensis and destroy the beast that the gods have released.”

His attitude was so resolute: "You don't need to worry, I can keep playing."

Until all demons are vanquished!

After awakening his warp nature, the Lord of Ultramar's physical strength and resistance increased.

Even when faced with setbacks, it will not easily fall, and it can even break through most traps.

Simply put, he is now more resilient, able to step on more traps, and possesses inexhaustible strength.

Perturabo nodded, agreeing with the Lord of Altramor's decision: "I will fight alongside Robert, and then we'll figure out a way to leave."

"No need, I have a better way to deal with it."

Ron sensed something through his psychic abilities and was overjoyed.

He looked at a certain area: "Those guys arrived a little late, but at the perfect time to solve our problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, the void rippled, followed by a piercing whistle.

So familiar.

That was the urgent siren of an ambulance from his past life.

whoosh-

A thirteen-meter-long, heavy white falcon vehicle covered in sacred runes crashed out of the void, with a clear insignia of a medical nun on its body.

After the White Falcon heavy vehicle arrived in the area, a large elite force descended.

These include veterans of the Imperial Guard Watchers, members of the White Scar High-Speed ​​Assault Team, high-level psionicists, medical sages, medical nuns, and so on.

That was the stretcher team that Ron had assembled for Guilliman.

"Your Majesty, Savior!"

When the Guardian veterans, White Scar warriors, and others saw Ron and the Primarchs, they knelt down in shame and paid their respects.

They failed to fulfill their duty and did not rescue the Lord of Alteramar from Chaos in time.

"That was not your fault, and besides, you came at the right time."

Ron did not blame the team; the demon world of Orensis was sealed off by the Chaos Gods.

It's quite impressive that they were able to find a gap and break in using the forbidden relics; all their efforts were worthwhile.

Now we can take a car and run away.

"Let's get out of here quickly. In three minutes at most, we'll be surrounded and attacked by the Chaos Demons."

Peturabo, who had been monitoring the demon army, offered a reminder.

The heavy vehicle used for the rescue wasn't very spacious, but it could still squeeze in a few more Primarchs without any problem.

"Since the Chaos Gods have already made their move, we should respond in kind."

Once Ron found a way to retreat, he was no longer in a hurry.

I must suppress their arrogant arrogance and intimidate the chaotic demons.

"Brother, I understand what you mean."

Ignoring the wary gazes of the Imperial Guards, Peturabo suddenly extended data cables from his Armor of Laws, which pierced into the white Falcon heavy vehicle, controlling the special spatial relics within.

He used spatial relics to bypass the chaos blockade and establish a new teleportation channel.

This is the power of the Lord of Steel, capable of controlling almost any mechanical creation, and extremely quickly.

He looked at the savior:

"The coordinates of this area have been sent to the Burning Heart. Now we can use our new weapons to strike the demonic army..."

"it is good!"

Ron nodded in satisfaction. It was so comfortable talking to smart people; there was no need for much explanation.

Just as Peturabo had planned, he wanted to use the new weapons carried by the Burning Heart to let those Chaos Demons taste the saltiness of "chemical weapons".

Ten seconds later, the super-heavy suspended platform, tens of meters long, was launched into the air, and the Apocalypse missile launcher slowly rose.

The Apocalypse missile launcher was filled with a new type of weapon—Hell missiles, more than a dozen in total.

Those abominable weapons exuded an aura that even demons feared.

"My dear father, what is that?"

"That abominable cursed one has created yet another vicious weapon!"

In an instant, the demons who had been watching and were itching to do something in the audience gasped in surprise.

A hint of fear flickered in their eyes; it was a creation similar to the weapon of the cursed.

bang bang bang-

The super-heavy suspended platform suddenly shuddered, and all the Hellfire missiles were launched, hurtling towards the Upside-Down Mountains and the Demon Army at supersonic speed.

"Offer blood to the Blood God and stop that abominable demon-devourer!"

The iron hooves of the former chief Archduke, Angrath the Deathbringer, trampled the earth as he charged ahead of all the Archdemons with unwavering resolve.

This messenger of death had been hanging on the brass castle to atone for his sins, and he had finally earned the opportunity to redeem himself, displaying unparalleled bravery.

“I will risk my life to prove to the great Blood God the courage of the Unbound One, the Guardian of the Skull Throne.”

Angelus thought to himself as he gazed at the dueling arena so close at hand.

Other Chaos Demons might fear the Demon Eater, but they certainly wouldn't.

He was prepared to perish!
Not only Angrath, but many other Chaos Archmages did the same; they came as a suicide squad.

They must hold off the demon eaters at all costs, even if it costs them their lives.

This united demon army is no longer afraid of death, nor is it afraid of demon eaters. Even if they die, their sharp fangs and claws will leave scars on their opponents!

"That's... a weapon of the Devourer?" Suddenly, Angelus noticed the strange phenomenon in mid-air, with a hideous aura emanating from the Imperial mechanical platform.

Cursed Energy!
Then those abominable weapons were fired and attacked this way.

"Hmph, the cursed ones' weapons can no longer kill us!"

Angrass felt no fear; the evil runes on his demonic body lit up, spreading a crimson mist.

The cursed weapon is indeed terrifying, but its damage only lasts for a moment. As long as you can withstand that momentary damage, you can survive the attack.

Boom boom boom——

The Hellfire Missiles exploded in the area where the Demon Army was located, emitting an eerie dark golden light, with a hint of red within it.

These lights enveloped a large number of chaotic demons.

"Why is the color of this weapon a little different?!"

After the dazzling light faded, Angrath, enduring the excruciating pain, breathed a sigh of relief. He had survived.

However, the next moment, Angelus realized that something was wrong. Strange phosphorescent flames were still floating in the air, and the ground was covered with twisted filth.

The Devourer's weapon looked more like an attack from chaos.

yah~
Angrass's demonic body was tainted by phosphorescence, and a faint flame ignited in that area of ​​flesh, which began to fester and sprout strange pustules, bringing unprecedented pain.

Deep into the soul!

Hellfire missiles are even more terrifying than holy ash bombs. Although they are not as powerful as ash bombs and have the ability to destroy souls, they can inflict more pain and torment on demons.

Ah ah ah ah ah--

The former chief demon, the messenger of death, let out a painful wail, his demonic body convulsing and losing control, collapsing to the ground.

However, this leads to even more contamination and more painful corrosion.

He flew into the sky in agony, but the air was filled with even more pollutants, and corrosion and pain were everywhere.

Angelus fainted from the pain and fell heavily to the ground. Even after losing consciousness, his demonic body continued to convulse.

Even a top-ranking Khorne Demon couldn't withstand the corrosive effects of the Hellfire missile's contaminants!

As for the ordinary Chaos Demons, the situation was even more dire.

Although they weren't directly hit like Angelus, many demons still died on the spot.

They screamed in agony or lost consciousness in torture, their bodies deformed under the influence of pollutants, their limbs almost glued together.

"Pain, so much pain! Kill me! Destroy my soul!"

A Slaanesh, a high demon directly struck and located in the core contaminated zone, howled in convulsions.

Even the darling of the Lord of Pleasure could not endure such torment.

"It stinks, it stinks so bad, waaaaaah!"

The Great Demon Nurgle's mountain-like body was covered in contaminated flames that could not be extinguished, and it also emitted an unbearable stench.

More tumors that weren't his own grew on his body, and even the maggots inside twisted and mutated, frantically biting his flesh.

The great demon Nurgle wept in agony, and continued to slap and bite the maggots that were gnawing at him.

He had never experienced such a terrifying viral contamination, mixed with the energy of the cursed.

At this moment, the battlefield area was filled with the horrific state and agonizing howls of the demons.

The demons ceased their invasion at the entrance to the fissure in Upside-Down Mountain.

Looking at the contaminated area and the tragic state of their kind, they dared not step into it. All the demons that rushed into that area were corroded and contaminated by the remnants of the abominable weapon.

The invisible fear emanating from the demon eaters is descending, and the demons are experiencing the pain, torment, and despair of a human being corrupted!
The wails of the demons echoed into the warp, causing the chaotic fel energy to tremble violently.

The gods watched this scene in silence.

This is a counterattack from the savior, who has gained even more power to threaten the demons.

Afterward, these warp gods sealed off all the wails and messages to prevent this horrific scene from frightening the demons.

Their only consolation was that the Saviors didn't have many weapons like that, and it would be difficult for the enemy to attack the warp.

Soon after, the Chaos Gods expended even more of their evil power, projecting it onto a terrifying shadow.

In response, they will also retaliate!
……

The dueling arena was completely silent.

The demons in the audience area trembled all over, quietly dropped their weapons, and obediently squatted down with their hands covering their heads.

They knew that the Savior would ask those who were heretics and rebels to do so.

After witnessing the tragic state of their kind, these demons became more and more docile.

"It's really a great product, the only downside is that it's a bit expensive and production capacity is limited."

Ron looked at the smeared battlefield and nodded in satisfaction.

While "chemical weapons" like Hellfire missiles are cruel, they are exceptionally effective, even more so than holy ashes bombs in deterring demons.

The radiation pollution that seeps into their souls will accompany the demons for a very, very long time.

When the beings of the warp see these horrific victims, they will naturally think of the horror of their savior.

Thus, fear.

That would bring him a continuous stream of evil faith.

"Ron brothers, how many more weapons like these do we have left?!"

Guilliman took a while to recover, then placed his hands on the savior's shoulders with considerable fanaticism.

He knew all too well how much this weapon could help humanity.

"There's probably about half left."

It's currently in the verification phase; production capacity is still insufficient to cope with large-scale warfare.

Ron said this with a hint of regret in his heart.

If only the production capacity of this thing were a little higher!

"Hell missiles can cause severe damage to the ecosystem of the Chaos Realm, and can also kill demons in the long term, causing war damage and reducing their manpower."

What a terrifying weapon…

Peturabo was quite shocked when he looked at the collected data.

"That's just what Chaos has been doing to us all along. I believe everything will turn around, and soon the balance of power will be reversed!"

Ron gave a cold laugh: "Although the Hell Missiles cannot be mass-produced yet, they can still cause considerable damage to the Chaos Realm."

Soon, I will organize a skilled Gray Knight squad to carry Hellfire missiles to attack various Chaos Realms, creating panic and fear.

That was a sacred and just blow from humanity!

To put it bluntly, it's a terrorist attack, a long-term creation of savior terror in the chaotic realm.

Ron's thoughts raced through his mind.

The most urgent task now is to deal with the beasts and terrifying enemies released by the gods.

After that, they squeezed into the White Falcon heavy vehicle and left Orensis.

As for the Burning Heart and the Burning Legion, they stayed behind to subdue this demon world.

That will be humanity's bridgehead for future attacks on subspace and the realm of chaos.
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Dream Ship.

War meeting room.

The Primarchs gathered together, and a distorted, demonic shadow was projected into the air by a virtual projection device, surrounded by numerous shipwrecks.

"You mean, the opponent you're facing isn't Angron?" Ron looked at Leon with a serious expression.

According to the Lion, his opponent was the corrupted Chief Fallen Angel Luther, not Angron.

He has freed his fallen angel, his demonized old friend.

"Angron never appeared from beginning to end; instead, he was a terrifying beast released by the gods."

This is questionable.

The Khan said casually.

He led the White Scar Legion to defeat Loka and the Word Bearers.

After reading the letter from the savior, the fanatical believer seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness.

Their whereabouts are unknown.

"I also think that guy might be Angron..."

Ron stared at the terrifying shadow and said this.

Crimson Angel, Shatterer, World Eater, Gladiator King.

These titles are enough to establish Angron's status as the angrier, fiercest, and most ruthless one-on-one king in the galaxy.

Of course, that was before; now, the one-on-one king is himself, the savior.

But he had reason to believe that the Chaos Gods would choose Angron as their weapon, granting it terrifying power.

This allows the creation of chaotic entities even more powerful than Horus.

After all, Angron is very powerful and has little consciousness, making it sufficiently controllable and suitable for deployment as a weapon.

If we can confirm the identity of that terrifying enemy, that beast, we can formulate a targeted battle plan.

"But this doesn't seem like it either. Can you tell that he is Angron?"

Ron glanced at the projection a few more times, looking quite puzzled.

The demonic shadow was more like a fusion of many great demons, forcibly kneaded together, which sent chills down one's spine.

When the Primarchs heard the Savior's question, they all shook their heads.

They couldn't see it either.

drop--

Afterwards, Ron received a top-level alert:

The terrifying beasts unleashed by the Chaos Gods are attacking the capital of Vostoria. The nearby Imperial fleet has been completely annihilated, and more troops have been evacuated to a safe area.

Currently, a reconnaissance squad of the Forbidden Army remains stranded in the Desius Nest City on the capital planet.

But after sending their last message, they lost contact.

Ron glanced at the messages, then suddenly looked up: "Brothers, it's time to go..."

(End of this chapter)