Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 664 Shocking! The Guilliman Brothers suffered 70% of their damage!

The high temperatures generated by the plasma rays caused the ground in the covered area to crystallize, and the eldest sons within melted along with the vehicle.

The terrifying roar of the beast ceased, and all was silent.

"finished?"

Tears welled in Marco's eyes as his firstborn sons destroyed the hatred unleashed by the gods with their own lives.

Vostonia survived.

"No, according to the monitoring data, Omnisea's wrath did not destroy the beast; physical attacks were ineffective against fel energy."

The mechanical sage's electronic voice finally showed emotion, a hint of fear in it: "On this planet, there are no weapons left to defend against it; our chances of survival are less than 0.13%..."

The high priest's mechanical body turned crimson under overload, and many of his prosthetic bodies twisted and melted.

He could no longer operate the machinery.

As they spoke, the plasma flare disappeared, and people could see the attacked area again.

Within the large crater formed by the crystallized glass, a terrifying demonic body slowly rose, and people's fear spread.

The terrifying beast slowly turned its head to look at the high wall, enraged by the attack just now.

thump—

Then, it suddenly leaped up and crashed down in this direction, the heavy impact of its body causing the high wall to tremble.

fear!

Marco stared at the terrifying beast less than a hundred meters away, overwhelmed by fear, his body stiffening.

He could sense that the other person was watching the high wall, watching all the life within it.

"It's looking at me?!"

This time, Marco finally saw what the terrifying beast looked like.

It is about thirty meters tall, with fiery red cracks on its body caused by rays, as if it were pieced together from countless demons.

The outer layer of the skin of terrifying beasts, the heads of demons roaring, and the limbs like weeds swaying.

He could even see the melted heads of imperial angels and the remnants of exquisitely crafted golden armor, each head clutched by a demon's twisted hand.

The angels who were once loyal to the God-King have now become one with the evil demons before them.

How blasphemous!

Marco could still sense the power of the terrifying beast; the blood-red tendons wrapped around its body, twisted by the demon, were contracting and throbbing.

He had no doubt that the abomination could knock down a Titan with a single punch.

Dang Dang Dang!
The eldest son, the regimental commander, heard the sound of metal clashing.

The sound came from the head of a terrifying beast, as if some metallic object was constantly banging, banging, banging inside its brain!
To keep it perpetually angry.

As the abomination drew near, filth spread through many areas of the high walls, and giant, blood-red fleshy vines grew.

Marco seemed to have been detached, losing the ability to think and act.

Time slowed down, and the high walls trembled.

That terrifying beast had somehow torn apart the city's mechanical cannons.

It grabbed the cannon and slammed it against the high wall, the mechanical sage's broken body swaying in mid-air along with the cannon.

The mechanical sage was cursing something.

"Binary language, it must be cursing that abomination in the name of Omnesia, right?!"

Marco had a strange idea.

The Great Sage kept firing his molten weapon, but it didn't do much damage. In the end, he crashed into the wall along with the cannon.

All the mechanical artillery on the high wall launched their final attack, with flames constantly erupting from the terrifying beast.

In its fury, it relentlessly rammed the high walls, each impact leaving cracks tens or even hundreds of meters long in the towering metal structure.

Fel-infused lava melted the high wall, and the Firstborn died amidst their roars.

Marco watched helplessly as the super-heavy tank flew through the air and crashed down on him.

Boom——

The super-heavy vehicle smashed the roaring cannon along the muzzle, followed by the shockwave of the explosion.

It was as if he had crashed into a wall; his body was lifted off the ground uncontrollably, smashing the wooden crates of supplies next to him.

Severe pain!

Marco had several fractures, and the pain brought him to his senses.

"Beast, the eldest son of Vostoria will never yield to me!"

He stared at the loathing that was right in front of him, and with a roar, raised his bolt pistol and fired angrily.

That was the only weapon left.

However, Marco's roar went unnoticed, just like the bombs that struck the abomination.

He fired all his bullets at the abomination, but the abomination was completely unaware.

That is true despair.

"No, face me!"

Marco roared as if crying, his heart felt like it was being squeezed, and fear and humiliation overwhelmed him.

The enemy doesn't care about him at all, nor about Vostonia's resistance; perhaps this world will eventually be destroyed.

The high wall collapsed.

The giant axe of human skeletons destroyed the high metal walls, behind which lay the hive city and its inhabitants.

Marco was knocked down by flying debris and lost sensation from the waist down.

He was so desperate that he could faintly hear the terrified cries of people, and the hundreds of millions of people in the entire hive were facing the terror of annihilation.

"Vostonia will never yield... surrender..."

The eldest son, the regimental commander, became delirious and threw out the last grenade with all his might.

The grenade exploded on the terrifying beast's body, appearing like a tiny spark against the backdrop of its massive form.

To his surprise, the terrifying beast turned around, glaring at him, its expression changing.

Marco felt somewhat relieved; at least he had faced the enemy head-on. Chaos could destroy this planet, but it could not destroy the will of the Vostorians.

He is about to return to the throne.

Although I felt somewhat resentful, it was an inevitable outcome, just like the other eldest sons.

"Ah...the eternal beacon of humanity, whose will burns like a raging fire, making the stars shine..."

In a daze, Marco heard a melodious and sacred hymn.

The singing seemed to come from the sky and be everywhere, and the gentle golden light of the sun appeared before my eyes.

That was a light that Vostonia had never seen before.

Then he saw a figure in golden armor, like a sacred, worshipped icon in a church.

Marco accepted his death; it is said that holy warriors can see the phantom of the God-Emperor before they die.

He had no regrets, and slowly stretched his hand towards the sky:
"Great Emperor, have you come to take away the pious lamb?!"

In his field of vision, the golden armored being floating in mid-air also reached out and grasped him, the sensation so real.

Then, Marco heard a gentle voice, exuding a hint of authority, yet so reassuring.

"The loyal eldest son, I am the savior, the emperor of the empire."

Your mission is complete, now leave the rest to me..."

As Ron spoke, he injected a recovery potion into the captain's neck to save his life.

Then, he gently raised his hand and used his psychic energy to lift the other person's body and place them in a safe area.

"Vostonia will not perish; you will all live to participate in the victory celebration."

Ron addressed the eldest son leader with a solemn vow, his voice carrying far and wide, as if speaking to everyone else on the planet.

The hymn projector made his voice resonate throughout the atmosphere, so sacred.

At this moment, countless citizens in the city are looking up at the sky, at that sacred place.

Numerous imperial warships arrived in Vostoria's airspace.

Shining brightly.

"Savior! The Emperor has sent his warriors to rescue us! This planet will be saved..."

Marco lay on a pile of ruins, watching the savior, the emperor, fly towards the terrifying beast.

Like everyone else on the planet, he felt comforted by his survival and couldn't help but smile with relief.

He believed that the savior could destroy the beasts unleashed by the gods.

In the distance, a terrifying beast roared, and a fierce battle was taking place, with golden psionic energy flashing and ruins trembling.

"Do not……"

Suddenly, Marco's face showed fear, and he looked incredulous.

He saw the savior being torn apart by a terrifying beast!

The savior, the emperor, is dead?!

In just a few dozen seconds, the being's body was split in two at the waist, and pale golden blood splattered all over the ground.

The eldest son commander fell into a coma due to the intense stimulation, his consciousness plunging into darkness, and fear once again enveloped Vostoria.

Before losing sight, he vaguely saw the enormous demonic body fly into the sky.

……

"My clone has been destroyed."

According to the data collected by the sensors, that guy Angron is stronger than any of us.

Ron said that.

At this moment, he stood with his arms crossed, side by side with Guilliman, Leon, Peturabo, and Khan on the cruiser's open platform.

Five fully armed Primarchs were looking down at the raging fire of Volstoria.

Just now, he used a clone to probe the strength of the enhanced version of Angron.

That guy's combat power is almost on par with the Emperor clone.

Therefore, he could only fight in his true form, and his combat power was almost at its peak.

"We can defeat that madman." Leon, clad in his new Primarch Armored Lion Armor, was full of fighting spirit, like a lion about to hunt.

The unknown is the most terrifying. Now they know the enemy's approximate strength and identity; no matter how strong that madman Angron is, he is ultimately not invincible.

"Based on the data analyzed from Article A of the Laws, we do indeed have a chance to defeat Angron."

But we must be careful; that fallen brother has the power to kill any one of us.

As Peturabo spoke, he operated automated mechs and weapon platforms to form a dense defense in space.

They will use dozens of modified cruisers and weapon platforms to assist in the battle, joining forces to deal with Angron, who has become the chosen one of the gods.

As for the Primarchs' flagships and battleships, they were not deployed, as it would not have made much sense and would have caused more losses.

It has been proven that the attacks by those warships were of little use under the influence of fel energy; they only needed to use some ships to carry out interference or as platforms for combat.

"Angron has arrived, along with quite a few demons."

Ron sensed something and, looking at the flames shooting into the sky from within the atmosphere, gave a warning.

As soon as he finished speaking, a fel energy storm erupted in the surrounding void, more cracks appeared, and chaotic demons rained down like raindrops.

Even though the Grey Knights and the high-ranking think tank mentors used magical arrays to block off the surrounding airspace, the Chaos Gods still went to great lengths to send demons over to disrupt the battlefield they had set up.

This shows how much importance they attached to this battle.

Ron, on the other hand, took this battle even more seriously; otherwise, he wouldn't have risked so much to send out his main body.

Because once he defeats Angron, the gods' plan will be essentially ruined, and there will be no force in this star system capable of resisting the Imperial forces.

The chaotic magic array that covered the starry sky would naturally be destroyed as well.

"This is the final battle that will decide the outcome; we can only win, we cannot afford to lose!"

Ron thought to himself.

Judging from the current situation, I probably can't afford to lose.

That would mean heavy losses.

Not only will we lose the ancient artifact, the subspace tunnel boring machine, but we may also lose the Misty Starfield.

If the empire were to lose one-fifth of its territory under my watch, wouldn't I, the emperor, become a sinner for all time?!
"Brother Ron, are you sure you're okay fighting in this armor?"

As the battle drew near, Guilliman, looking at the savior's seemingly ordinary golden armor, couldn't help but ask.

"No problem, my new armor will be activated immediately."

Ron was full of confidence.

Unfortunately, his True One Armor was lost in Vostonia when he went to test Angron's strength while wearing a clone on his own.

Fortunately, there's no major problem. My latest Redemption Armor is already being activated and will be ready to be equipped soon.

If it weren't for the fact that the armor had to be constantly on the forging platform and couldn't sustain prolonged movement...

He was already equipped with it.

Moreover, that armor cannot be used lightly, lest it be targeted by the Chaos Gods.

He and his Primarch brothers must deplete Angron's fel energy and stamina in order to increase their chances of winning.

"Savior!"

Angron's roar, filled with boundless rage, echoed from hundreds of kilometers away, just as the Chaos Demons roared and charged forward.

bang bang bang-

Space weapon platforms and automated mechs opened fire to intercept the demons, and battles broke out throughout the region.

"We must destroy Angron's head as quickly as possible, or drag him out of that demonic body constructed by the gods!"

Ron casually grabbed a demon that lunged at him, crushed its head, and then reiterated the key points of the battle.

If they can forcibly remove the Butcher's Nail or drag the opponent out of the mutated demonic body, they will have a chance to exert influence using the Maugta Stone.

Angron moved with incredible speed, arriving at the designated battle area in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Leon, let's begin." Ron looked at the lion and officially gave the order to fight.

He needed this brother to guide him.

Leon nodded, and the runes on his Primarch's weapon lit up, connecting him to the Warp through his very essence.

The subspace energy in this region is so abundant that its essence can be fully utilized.

yah~
Visibly, the illusory Kaliban Forest appeared in front of the platform.

Without hesitation, Ron rushed into the illusory space with the others.

The next moment, they appeared in the forest of Caliban, breathing in the fresh air.

Ron and the others activated their jump packs and sped through the towering trees, soon spotting the forest's exit.

After they passed the exit, they stepped back onto the steel ground and arrived at a cruiser on the outer perimeter.

Ron looked up and could clearly see Angron's enormous demonic body, chosen by the gods, and the swirling fel energy.

They were separated only by a destroyer on the outer perimeter, and more destroyers were closing in.

Roar--

Despite the ship's gunfire, Angron suddenly cleaved the destroyer's turret and armor in front of him with an axe.

Devastating fel lava sprang up out of nowhere and spread rapidly, nearly tearing the destroyer apart.

He charged into the destroyer, advancing forward and destroying anything that stood in his way.

This is the Crimson Angel, the Devourer of Worlds, consumed by rage, who never shies away from any obstacle.

However, when Angron arrived at a plaza, he noticed that the ship was filled with large machinery and high-energy matter.

Then the intense heat engulfed him.

boom!
In Ron's view, the cruiser that had been converted into a giant space-grade molten bomb was destroyed in flames.

The carefully laid trap struck Angron directly.

However, he still frowned, because the other person's breath was still present.

Fortunately, he hadn't expected these things to destroy Angron in the first place; they were more effective at depleting the fel energy and stamina on the enemy.

The next moment, Angron burst out of the flowing molten fire and crashed into the destroyer where the Primarchs were located.

A battle suddenly broke out. More chaos demons also caught up.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

With a roar, Angron swung his axe, dismembering all the equipment and metal objects around him.

The cruiser is being dismantled.

He looked down at the Primarch ahead, flames shooting from his nostrils as if he were looking at an insect.

"This is unbearable..."

Ron looked up at Angron, who had come to stand in front of him, and took a deep breath.

Anyone facing such a terrifying demonic body would feel pressured.

These Primarchs, who were three or four meters tall, could only reach the lower legs of this terrifying beast.

"Fortunately, we have the advantage of agility, and our small size means we are not easy to hit."

Ron ignited his sword and weaved through the floating wreckage, engaging in an attack with his Primarch brothers.

As they dodged, they aimed at Angron's head with all their might.

However, the fighting power of that World Devourer, chosen by all the gods, still exceeded expectations.

The cruisers were destroyed in the fierce battle, after which they moved to a new platform battlefield to continue fighting.

Phew!

Ron ran wildly along the ship's corridor.

Behind him, Angron pursued, his giant axe sweeping across, engulfing and disintegrating the entire metal corridor.

boom!
Perturabo's Arc Cannon fire hit Angron, disrupting his movements.

Leon and Khan rushed forward and together knocked the giant axe away.

good chance!
Ron seized the opportunity, turned around, leaped up from the wreckage, and plunged his sword into Angron's eye.

"Success!"

He was overjoyed, but the next moment he was sent flying by a tremendous force, his chest armor shattering under the impact.

This attack not only failed to work, but also enraged the beast Angron, causing all the Primarchs to be overturned.

Ron got up and dealt with the demons that surrounded him.

As he watched this scene, his heart sank even deeper.

What's more troublesome is that the guy seems to have locked onto me, determined to fight to the death.

He was blocked by the demon and could not dodge it, watching as Angron's fist came crashing down on him.

This time, he's probably going to be seriously injured!

"traitor!"

However, Guilliman, enraged, rushed back to attack, blocking Angron's fist.

With astonishing "luck," this Primarch caught the attack that was originally meant to strike the Savior.

Guilliman was knocked to the ground by a punch, but he did not give in.

The thunder and storm in his eyes intensified, and blue arcs of electricity emanated from his body as he roared and raised his enormous fist.

After that, the Primarch continued his charge, assaulting the chosen one of the gods, Angron, and enduring the fiercest blows, yet remaining indomitable.

"Old Gay is really fierce..."

Ron struggled to his feet, his scalp tingling at the sight of Guilliman.

He noticed that most of the attacks launched by Angron were blocked by this brother alone.

Old Ji single-handedly dealt more than 70% of the damage!

If I had to endure so many setbacks, I would have given up long ago.

"Old Guy, I'm here to help you!"

Ron picked up his sword and charged forward again, shielding his brother in front of him and fighting side by side.

He would call Old Gay...the toughest man in the galaxy!

Shortly after, Guilliman, who had been punched again, knelt on the ground, his voice muffled:

"Brother, I...I can't take it anymore..."

(End of this chapter)