Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 665 Savior: Where did you go? Pull out the Butcher's Nail?!
"Sigh, even Old Guy has knelt down?" Ron sighed, his anxiety growing.

After Guilliman awakened to the nature of the warp, he became arguably the hardest and strongest of the Primarchs.

He's practically the tankiest man in the galaxy; stepping on ordinary traps barely registers his presence.

Even he couldn't withstand Angron's attacks, which shows how dire the situation was.

Now that brother's Armor of Fate is rotten to the bone, his body is covered in wounds, and he has several fatal injuries.

Half of his internal organs were exposed.

This was even after continuous injections of treatment drugs and a panacea; otherwise, the injuries would have been much more severe.

Furthermore, the use of large amounts of medication in a short period of time has led to drug resistance in the body.

The effectiveness of treatment has been greatly reduced.

There is nothing we can do about that.

The Guilliman brothers single-handedly absorbed most of the damage from Angron, and now that they are no longer in front of everyone, the battle ahead will be even more difficult.

The Chaos Gods granted Angron so much power that it exceeded the Primarch's rank.

Even if the five Primarchs joined forces, they would still find it difficult to deal with.

At this moment, they were not only fighting against Angron, but also facing the Chaos Gods behind him!

Seeing Guilliman struggle to his feet, wanting to fight again, Ron reached out and pressed his brother back down:
"Take it easy for a bit, we can hold on for a while longer."

In his view, given the opponent's condition, engaging in further combat would pose a significant risk of death.

Upon hearing this, Guilliman stopped insisting and lay down on the nearby ruins, looking very weak.
"After I recover from my injuries, I'll be able to rejoin the fight in a maximum of one-eighth of a Terra.

This Primarch clearly understands his own physical condition very well.

"You can still fight?!"

Ron took a deep breath after learning that Guilliman hadn't completely knelt down.

Old Ga truly deserves to be called the toughest man in the galaxy!

He nodded to the other person: "Okay, then I'll go support Leon and the others. Come find us again after you've treated your injuries."

It's good news that they haven't completely lost Old Ki as a fighting force.

After all, the four Primarchs alone are not enough to sustain the project until its completion.

After understanding the situation, Ron didn't waste any time and turned to leave.

Guilliman lay on the ruins, gritted his teeth, stuffed his spilled internal organs back in, and then used flames to seal the wound and stop the bleeding.

The flesh and blood are slowly recovering.

Guilliman endured the excruciating pain and regulated his breathing; in reality, his injuries were more severe than they appeared.

But he still chose to continue fighting, even at the cost of his life!

The Lord of Ultramar watched his brother's departing figure with unwavering determination.

"Brother Ron, I will come to your aid, I definitely will..."

He frantically exhausted his essence and overdrawn his body to quickly recover from his injuries.

……

Ron staggered a little as he injected himself with several more doses of recovery potion and panacea.

His own condition wasn't much better either.

If Guilliman's main task was to absorb damage, then his main task was to attack, and therefore he also received a lot of attacks.

It also consumed a great deal of faith energy.

Now his chest armor is shattered, his sternum is caved in, his internal organs are ruptured, and he has a host of other injuries, large and small.

Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries.

After regaining his composure, Ron jumped into space and rejoined the battle.

Because Leon and his men lured Angron away, the battlefield shifted again.

The divine powers attached to Angron's demonic body twisted and corroded the cruiser and the space ruins, causing drastic changes to the environment.

The place is a labyrinth of giant flesh vines, lava, mist, and plague filth.

It is also connected to some subspace regions, which are full of dangers.

Numerous chaotic demons were present, surrounding and intercepting them.

Ron crashed onto the sloping platform below and followed the fel energy fluctuations toward the battlefield.

The scene before him felt unreal; all the steel debris was twisted and built on an invisible ring of balance, with strange flesh growing out and undulating.

Perhaps this is why Angron was able to destroy the fleet.

Once this terrifying beast launches its attack, the Chaos Gods can use it as a node in a large Chaos array to unleash fel energy that erodes the surrounding area.

It's practically a mobile natural disaster!
Ron became even more determined to destroy that guy:
"If Angron were to invade Holy Terra or Dawn City's network, that would be a real disaster, and all the previous constructions would be destroyed."

Destruction is always easier than construction. The city territory that one has painstakingly built over decades can be corrupted and destroyed by the Chaos Gods in a matter of hours.

They don't have to do anything; they just need to spread pollution along the nodes, and then they have to clean it up themselves for a long time.

Fortunately, Angron is currently restricted by the Starfield Chaos Array and can only operate in the Vostonia Pan-Sector and its surrounding areas for the time being.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to even surround and trap that guy.

Soon, Ron arrived at the latest battlefield.

That was the cruiser's power engine area, filled with steam.

Tendons and contaminated flesh grew from the engine and valves, intertwined with sparking cables, mechanical gears, and constantly biting unknown fangs.

Chaos demons have taken root within the abominations of the machine, occasionally emerging to launch sneak attacks.

He suddenly grabbed a worm-like demon with fangs on its head, yanked it out of the valve, and crushed it.

"The pollution is getting worse. The longer it drags on, the smaller our chances of winning become!"

Ron frowned.

The Chaos Demons' sneak attacks weren't deadly, but they were certainly annoying.

These Primarchs are made of flesh and blood in the galaxy, and even the most resilient bodies have their limits. They will be injured and bleed if struck by a demon.

Moreover, it is visibly transforming into a realm of chaos, with the number of chaotic demons increasing.

After he executed several demons, he saw a massive demonic body in the distance, with the surrounding metal ruins shattered by its attacks.

Angron exudes a terrifying aura, with the evil energy of the Chaos Gods surging within its demonic body, and one can even faintly sense their will.

The gods of the warp are watching this war, watching the savior and his Primarch brothers.

buzzing-

The White Scar Primarch Khan rode his pale eagle across the battlefield, occasionally charging forward to leave wounds on Angron.

Perturabo manipulated the forbidden relic attached to the Armor of Laws, waiting for the right moment to aim and attack the head of the terrifying beast.

Leon, on the other hand, faced the attack head-on, constantly fending off attacks from the skeletal axe and tentacle blood whips.

He was the most powerful of the five loyal Primarchs, second only to the Savior.

Suddenly, Angron’s rotting maw spewed out foul-smelling filth, which was extremely corrosive.

That was the filthy, plague-ridden pus.

Leon reacted with lightning speed, using his nature to evade and rush into Caliban's jungle.

The filth followed closely behind, the grime rejoiced, and the giant trees along the way twisted and distorted under the corrosive influence of the filth.

Fortunately, the filth was quickly contained by the jungle.

The fog formed by the filth spreads.

The automated mechs and weapon platforms controlled by Peturabo sprouted foul-smelling flesh and began to move wildly.

Like a living, breathing entity.

"Mechanical plague?"

The Lord of Steel discovered that the mist was engulfing the automated mechs and weapons he controlled, and was even attacking the Armor of Laws along the cables.

yah~
He cut the cable in time and, at the cost of a robotic arm, stopped the attack.

At this moment, Khan found an opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Taking advantage of the moment when Angron spewed out plague pus, he piloted the Pale Eagle at full speed toward the blind spot behind the enemy.

However, as soon as the Khan approached, the many demon heads behind Angron suddenly opened their eyes and stared intently at them with pained gazes.

what! ! !
They emitted strange, indistinct noises that were neither male nor female, and the sound waves instantly covered the area where the Khan was located.

That is the power of the Lord of Pleasure.

Khan was affected by the noise, and his baby vehicle went out of control instantly.

The next moment, Angron turned around to face the White Scar Primarch directly, and the Bone Blood Axe swept across, destroying the Pale Eagle's Radiant Armor.

The immense force generated sent it flying.

The Khan and his vehicle were thrown into the air, and when he crawled out of the rubble, an even more dangerous scene unfolded.

Boom!

Angron spat out lava that struck the fallen Pale Eagle, then smashed it to pieces with another axe blow. Sparks flew everywhere.

That precious vehicle that the White Scar Prototype meticulously maintained every day with holy oil, polishing, and care was destroyed.

"hateful!"

The Khan, witnessing this scene, felt an overwhelming bitterness and immense anger.

He unfurled his magical mechanical wings and charged forward, inflicting further damage on the culprit with his sword.

But not long after, the White Scar Primarch was grabbed by the demonic claws and slammed violently into the ruins.

"brother!"

Ron arrived just in time and caught Khan, thus preventing him from suffering further harm.

As he and his brother ran frantically to avoid Angron's attacks, he comforted the other:
"Brother Khan, I'll reimburse you for the losses in this battle. I'll also build you a more powerful new vehicle later, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Upon hearing this, the Khan's mood improved considerably. He asked, "Is your weapon ready yet? How much longer do we have to hold out?"

The weapon the Saviors used to fight against Angron and the gods has always been a secret; even they themselves have never seen it.

That piece of equipment was sealed inside the casting platform from beginning to end.

This is also for safety reasons.

Ron worried that if the equipment were exposed, the Chaos Gods would try to destroy it, leaving him without any means of dealing with it.

Instead, staying within the casting platform, protected by divine energy and shielded from prying eyes, is the best outcome.

He was also worried that the gods would be wary of the weapon and withdraw from Angron, which would cause trouble.

That's why they wanted to attack the Fallen Primarch, the Chosen of the Gods, as much as possible, to provoke that guy.

Ask them to stay.

Ron glanced at the latest received communication and gave Khan his answer:
"At most half an hour. Once that time is up, I can activate that weapon and end all of this!"

At this point, the two crossed a small patch of the Kaliban jungle.

Angron followed closely behind, but fortunately the narrow distance between the giant trees slowed down the speed of the pursuit.

"Kill!"

In its rage, the terrifying beast scorched the jungle with molten lava formed from fel energy, sending waves of heat radiating outwards.

Ron seized the opportunity to regroup with Leon, Peturabo, and others to reorganize the offensive.

They must endure these final moments.

"Where's Robert? How is he?" Leon was quite worried about Robert because he couldn't see that annoying guy Guilliman.

If that jerk were dead, wouldn't the world be incredibly boring?
"Old Ji is fine."

Ron estimated the time and told the Lion, "He should be able to join us in about ten minutes."

Given the current situation, there is a very high probability that they can hold out until the equipment is activated, especially if Guilliman recovers.

The Primarchs charged toward the new platform, brandishing their swords to kill the onrushing demons.

The Chaos Gods shared a similar idea, using demons to deplete the Primarchs' stamina.

To ensure that their chosen ones can completely kill all Primarchs.

In this way, humanity would lose the power to resist in the galaxy.

"This is trouble."

Suddenly, Ron and the others stopped in their tracks.

Before them stood a high, twisted metal wall that stretched into the void, covered with demonic limbs that swayed like seaweed.

Dead end!

The Chaos Gods used the warp to reshape the terrain, creating an insurmountable wall in this region.

However, when they turned around, Angron had already rushed out of the Caliban jungle and blocked their retreat.

Behind that terrifying beast were hordes of demons.

"Brothers, it seems we have no choice but to continue fighting..."

Ron took a deep breath and, together with the Primarchs, charged toward Angron and the horde of demons behind him.

Fighting broke out again.

Angron roared and the Bone Blood Axe came crashing down.

It strikes at the savior.

However, after the axe blade smashed the ground, the figure of that being disappeared, followed by a sharp pain in the back of the head.

That is Luo Ge's power.

Ron, using his cunning and ferocious greenskin powers, circled around and struck Angron on the back of the head, inflicting damage.

Unfortunately, the opponent was virtually immortal under the blessing of the Chaos Gods.

However, his own Diablo and Greenskin powers were not enough to simultaneously contend with the powers of the gods; he could only try to buy time.

In fact, if he hadn't been using his power to resist the gods and slow down the corruption, Leon and his companions would have perished long ago.

But time was so long.

For high-level beings, a single second is enough for several clashes, and it often doesn't take long to determine a life-or-death outcome.

They are trying very hard to persevere.

ten minutes later.

Leon was badly injured and could barely stand.

He stared at the Savior and hissed, "Where's Robert? Wasn't he supposed to be here in ten minutes to help?"

"Here's the plan."

Ron was panting heavily.

He thought of something and felt a chill run down his spine: "If that guy wasn't late, he should be able to make it."

We're only a cruiser's distance away from Old Guy; he can't possibly get lost, can he?!

At this very moment, in another area not far from the battlefield.

Guilliman ran frantically, his heart filled with worry.

The time he promised is almost up, while his Primarch brothers have gone to a battlefield further away.

Thinking this, the Lord of Otlam quickened his pace, his gaze resolute:

"Ron brothers, hang in there, I'm coming!"

Soon after, Guilliman's gaze became unfocused; he seemed to have lost his way.
He tried to use his innate psionic powers to capture the presence of Angron and the Primarchs, leaping between platforms and spatial regions.

"found it!"

The next moment, Guilliman was overjoyed and rushed forward.

He traversed the chaotic spatial region, and after the dizzying, swirling sensation subsided, he stepped onto solid ground once more, the sunlight intensely hot.

Sunlight?!
Guilliman realized something was wrong, looked up, and found himself in a world of death.

The earth was crimson, and the sunlight burned it like a fireball. Everywhere you looked, there lay demons with reddened skin.

They covered the earth.

The crimson demons, who had been lounging around, picked up their weapons and stood up upon seeing the outsiders.

The demons surrounded them menacingly, stretching to the horizon.

???

Guilliman was completely numb. What was I supposed to do?!
……

Space, a battlefield of ruins.

Ron rolled away to avoid the attack, and with a sorrowful expression, told everyone:

"Brothers, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Old Ji won't be able to come anytime soon."

Just now, he lost his psionic connection with Guilliman; the other had vanished from this chaotic realm.

They're in the middle of a dungeon raid, and their tank has somehow wandered off somewhere!
Their battles became increasingly difficult, and their stamina was rapidly depleted.

Finally, Ron seized an opportunity to get close to Angron's head.

The sound of the butcher's nail striking was so clear, so frantic.

He could even see the creation that drove Angron mad through the wound on the other's head.

Those were rope-shaped nails, deeply embedded in the Primarch's brain, and, corrupted by chaos, transformed into abominations.

It can influence thinking and create more madness.

If I can remove the Butcher's Nail, I might be able to restore Angron's consciousness, which would be one of the ways I can defeat him.

With the help of Chaos, the corrupted Primarch possessed unimaginable regenerative abilities; pulling out the Butcher's Nail would not kill him.

Once Angron regains consciousness, his terrifying will to fight against the Butcher's Nail might be able to resist the control of the gods.

Ron made a quick decision, grabbing the Butcher's Nail and pulling it out forcefully.

In an instant, Angron let out a painful howl!
(End of this chapter)