Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 666 Khan: The Awakening of the Subspace Essence, What is True Speed?!
"Angron, I will end your suffering!"

Ron stood atop Angron's massive demonic body, his hands gripping the horrifying lock of hair—the Butcher's Nail—and pulling it out with all his might.

The horrifying strands of hair resembled cables covered in sharp spikes, extending along the skull and deep into the brain, looking like hair formed from thorny cables.

As the chaos corrupted it, the technology of the relics became even more grotesque and abhorrent, almost like a living thing.

It was anchored to Angron by the Chaos Gods, so firmly that removing it was exceptionally difficult.

Even more troublesome is that.

Threatened, the Butcher's Nail began to struggle, its spikes piercing Ron's hand and sucking blood.

It's rebelling!

The abhorrent mechanical activity of the relic brought Angron intense pain, and the feedback from his self-awareness further disrupted the power and will of the chaotic gods within him.

Amidst his wails, he smashed everything around him, sweeping away demons with his skeletal axe, even overturning the ruins of ship engines, and unleashing a chaotic burst of plasma energy.

Soon, the terrifying beast, in agony, discarded the giant bone axe and reached out to try and grab the savior.

"Stop him, execute contingency plan number three!" Peturabo kept a close eye on the battlefield.

He immediately took control of the automated mechs and weapon platforms, and those mechanical creations shot out a large number of gleaming gold chains, which pierced deeply into Angron's hands and body.

This restricts the opponent's ability to move, allowing the savior to successfully remove the butcher's nail.

This is probably when the opponent is at their weakest.

Immediately afterwards, Leon and Khan rushed forward and each grabbed one of the golden chains, binding them around their bodies.

Together with Perturabo and numerous mechanical constructs, they bound Angron's hands.

Roar--

Angron's hands were bound by many thick, gleaming gold chains, preventing him from touching the savior, and he struggled violently.

This put immense pressure on the Primarchs.

"Parasites, I will never let go, I will never yield to you!"

Leon's veins bulged, even his tattered armor shattered, and he went all out shirtless, sweat slicking over his skin.

At this moment, he was not only fighting against Angron, but also against the gods of the warp.

As the butcher's nail loosened, the will of those parasites wavered and their control crumbled.

On the other side, the Khan, his body wrapped in gleaming golden chains, was fully engaged in driving the divine mechanical wings on his back, which spewed out deep blue tail flames.

To resist the power of Angron.

Due to extreme overload, the mechanical wings on the Primarch's back turned crimson and sparked.

"This should be reimbursed!"

Khan further enhanced the power of the mechanical wings, allowing the flesh on their backs to be charred.

He vaguely sensed that something was loosening, and he steadied himself, restricting Angron's right hand.

However, at this moment, a strange change occurred. The cracks in the void seemed to be torn open by the great hand of the gods, and a chaotic demonic tide surged forth.

They are preventing the Savior from destroying the weapons he has long cultivated.

"The devil is coming!"

When Leon and the others saw this scene, they were filled with despair.

They were no longer able to deal with these demons, and even avoiding them was extremely difficult.

He could only watch helplessly as the demons pounced on him, their sharp teeth and claws gleaming with a deadly threat.

Even so, Leon and his men still did not let go.

Even holding on for just one more second could give the Ron brothers a greater chance of winning.

For the Empire, for humanity!
Leon's breathing became rapid, his body tensed, and the cold glint of his claws made his hair stand on end.

Several demons came before the lion, their claws leaving hideous wounds on his body.

But Leon remained motionless until a demon raised a vicious weapon and aimed it at his heart.

He realized that this filthy weapon could seriously injure him or even kill him.

bang——

The next moment, the demon's head exploded.

After the demon's corpse fell, Leon saw a warrior standing not far away, engulfed in flames.

The warrior was adorned with patterns of bones and flames, his black armor radiating an eerie light, and a ring of fire burning beneath his feet.

"For the Emperor."

The fire warrior gave the lion a slight nod, then went to stop the other demons.

He was unafraid of the claws, and every move he made was ruthless and efficient.

It even fired burning explosives that easily pierced the demons' armor, and the demons fell one after another.

In this three-dimensional ruin area, flames lit up one after another, and more fire warriors appeared.

They stood in the ruined corridors, on the rubble, and in the Caliban forest, blocking the demons that came from all directions.

Having gained the upper hand in the higher-dimensional war against the gods, the Emperor sent his cursed legions into this realm!

"Fortunately, the Emperor is able to hold on..."

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this.

The Emperor is becoming increasingly corrupted, so it's quite an achievement that he's managed to go this far.

At least some support can be provided to ease the situation.

"My brothers are all persevering, so I can't give up either!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Ron used all his strength to pull the Butcher's Nail outwards a little more.

At this moment, his hands were covered in blood, and the Butcher's Nail had burrowed into his arms along his palms, continuing to erode them.

It influenced his thinking.

This forbidden relic technology is so malevolent.

Although Angron was not very bright due to a head injury, he was born with the ability to sense and absorb the negative emotions of those around him.

Truly empathizing with others and understanding their feelings can reduce negative emotions.

To make people less miserable.

Therefore, even when Angron became a slave and was in the dueling arena, he still cared for and looked after others.

He accepted the slaves' negative emotions and offered them comfort.

This earned them their respect and support.

However, because Angron refused to kill his adoptive father during the gladiatorial combat, he was forcibly fitted with the Butcher's Nail.

The forbidden technological artifact constantly stimulated and tormented his brain, and he could only alleviate the neurotic pain through violent acts.

From Ron's perspective, without Butcher's Sting, Angron would be one of the Primarchs with the best personality, a warm-hearted, simple-minded big guy.

Unfortunately, after the butcher's nail was implanted, this big, simple-minded man was plunged into eternal torment and lost the ability to absorb negative emotions.

"No wonder the gods gave Angron such a tragic fate and kept it firmly under their control."

Ron suspected it was a conspiracy by the Chaos Gods, and that Angron's essential power to dissolve negative emotions was a huge threat to them.

Because that Primarch was always good at uniting those around him, gaining their support and love.

Moreover, the Primarchs all have their own flaws, twisted personalities, and negative emotions, and Angron will be the best glue to hold them together.

He can unite his Primarch brothers and alleviate their inner pain and darkness.

From this perspective, Angron would be more popular with the Primarchs than Horus, and even the Emperor might have to take a backseat.

"Who wouldn't like a big, simple guy who can take care of his brothers and sisters and is willing to die for them?"

Ron thought to himself, enduring the excruciating pain and suppressing the corrosion.

In fact, even after installing the Butcher's Sting, Angron retained a considerable amount of awareness.

He even led his fellow slaves in a rebellion within the arena.

Afterwards, the Emperor arrived and held peace talks with the local planet, thus kidnapping Angron.

As for the slaves in the arena and Angron's brothers and sisters, they were all executed as part of the exchange between the two sides.

That was the catalyst for Angron's descent into darkness. He originally wanted to live and die with his brothers and sisters, but the Emperor ruthlessly destroyed all of that.

They were unwilling to show even the slightest mercy to those slaves.

This incident sowed the seeds of his resentment towards the emperor.

"Has the Emperor lost his mind? Did he get piss in his head?" Ron couldn't help but complain after learning about this part of history.

The emperor during that period was most likely an arrogant and narcissistic tyrant who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals and believed that everyone was born to obey him and follow his orders.

To dedicate everything to the great cause of mankind.

He overlooked the fact that people have emotions, they are not machines.

For example, in the case of Angron, he rescued his slave brothers and sisters along with them, and also did some genetic modification.

Let these brothers and sisters fight and conquer the star field alongside the big, simple guy.

Is it not good?
This can alleviate the darkness in his heart and prevent him from becoming corrupted.

Unfortunately, the tragedy has already occurred and there is no way to undo it.

If Angron can recover after I pull out the Butcher's Nail, that would be the best outcome. If not, then I'll have to end him and free him.

Ron pondered for a moment, then pulled out another section of the Butcher's Nail.

However, the twisting, menacing nail continued to drill forward along the flesh of his arm, seemingly heading towards his head.

"Good heavens, this thing is either in his head or in mine, right?!"

Ron was completely numb.

But he still didn't give up. He thought, "Let them come. I can handle it. At worst, I'll just have a bunch of spiked cables to use as hair!"

With his effort, the butcher's nail was pulled out halfway.

Roar! ! !
Angron's struggle intensified, generating even more power, pushing the golden chains to their limit.

slap~
The golden chains had reached their limit and began to break one after another, and it seemed that Leon and his group had also reached their limit.

Khan's mechanical wings were nearly destroyed due to overload.

Ron noticed this and became even more anxious.

But the situation was more complicated than he had imagined. The next moment, Angron tore off all the golden chains and swept Leon and the others away. A ferocious demonic hand reached out to grab them.

"This is it, we're doomed..."

Ron knew this was his last chance.

He gritted his teeth and exerted all the strength he had ever shown:

"Wake it up for me!"

The butcher's nail was stretched taut once more, pulling out even more, reaching its limit.

Snapped--

Suddenly, with a loud bang, Ron was sent flying backward and crashed into the wreckage.

He stared blankly at the half-finished Butcher's Nail in his hand.

Before he could react, the remaining Butcher's Nails pierced his head, causing extreme nerve pain.

Severe pain struck.

"Holy crap, we're doomed..."

Ron was completely numb.

Only this one thought remained in his muddled mind.

That means the Butcher's Nail is still effective; it can self-repair, and the removal plan has failed!

On the other side, Angron's pain also reached its limit.

He knelt on the ground, clutching his head and wailing, smashing everything in his agony:
"No...get out, all of you...I am not anyone's slave!"

Ron was in a daze, only feeling as if countless heavy hammers were pounding the ground around him.

He was nearly hit several times, and his head was buzzing as if something was pounding on it.

Fortunately, he had enough power and will to suppress the pain and corruption.

Hopefully, with the Sun, Diablo, and the Greenskin's powers, I think we can handle this game!
call--

Ron finally regained consciousness and reached up to touch the cables on his head, which stretched all the way to his back.

I now have the same hairstyle as Anglon.

After regaining consciousness, Ron immediately left the danger zone as quickly as possible and reunited with Leon, Peturabo, and Khan.

All the Primarchs were panting heavily, exhausted, and at their last gasp.

One by one, the cursed warriors disappeared, and the Emperor seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.

After all, this is the realm of the gods, and he has to expend most of his power to suppress his dark side.

It's already quite remarkable that he could offer such support.

Ron and Leon watched Angron's struggle warily, making no move to attack.

They could see that the consciousness of the fallen brother was fighting against the Chaos Gods, and any disturbance could have unpredictable consequences.

The fact that Angron still has residual consciousness is good news.

"The scheduled time has arrived, and your equipment will be here shortly."

Perturabo sent Ron another piece of good news using psionic powers.

Ron was overjoyed.

Although we no longer have much fighting power, the support of equipment now gives us a better chance of winning.

Even if Angron doesn't fully recover, they still have ways to deal with it, and the scales of victory are tipping in their favor!

Just as he was about to take action, an indescribable, evil voice rang in everyone's ears, as if several overlapping entities were speaking:

"No, Primarchs of the Empire, you have no chance..."

Upon hearing this, Ron and the others felt a chill in their hearts and looked toward the area where the sound was coming from.

At this moment, Angron calmed down and slowly raised his head. His gaze was no longer filled with beastly anger, but with evil and wisdom.

Ron saw four evil eyes in those overlapping gazes.

He was completely numb, as if he had messed things up, causing the Chaos Gods to... log on!

They found it extremely difficult to deal with Angron, who was devoid of intelligence and resembled an enraged beast.

Now, facing the Chaos Gods who are consciously controlling this demonic body, wouldn't that be even more dangerous?!

Then, Ron thought of an even more critical problem and looked towards the distant airspace.

hum~
A large casting platform emerged in that area after its subspace journey.

Those are my own weapons!
At this moment, the demonized Angron also looked over, then slowly turned back, revealing a ferocious and triumphant smile, his voice echoing:
"Savior, that platform must be very important, right? What exactly is inside it?"

Oops!

Realizing something, Ron used psionic magic to construct a portal to the weapons platform.

Without hesitation, I stepped inside.

This is the premise for my confidence in arming myself, and the ability to reach the platform at any time using warp magic.

Thus, they were equipped with the weapon that had been forged long ago.

But the next moment.

He seemed to have been struck by something, falling out of the passage and then crashing back into this area.

"Leon!"

Without hesitation, Ron looked at the lion, who also had the ability to bring him into the forging platform.

Leon acted swiftly, tearing open an entrance to the Caliban Forest in an instant.

However, before they even stepped inside, they witnessed an unprecedented volcanic eruption in the forest. The Blood God's lava burned the forest and blocked its exit!

The Chaos Gods used Angron as a node in the Chaos Array, and the resulting fel energy was terrifying.

They sealed off this space, cutting off the Primarchs' means of transfer!
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding debris merged under the influence of fel energy, completely enveloping the area once again.

vomit~
The rotting maw of the demonized Angron spewed out countless digestive contents and filth, and more tiny demons and Nurgle spirits appeared.

They grew visibly larger and pounced on the exhausted Primarchs.

That's a double obstacle of space and physics!

After completing all this, the demonized Angron flapped its massive demonic wings, creating a whirlwind, and flew towards the forging platform.

They sensed the threat emanating from the platform and prepared to destroy it, thus eliminating any possibility of failure.

The Primarchs were thrown off balance by the waist-deep filth, and the surrounding demons brought even more trouble.

They were at their last gasp and had almost lost their fighting ability.

"We've really lost a lot of money!"

Ron watched the demonized Angron fly into the void, his heart filled with extreme anxiety. Was there still any chance of turning the tide?!
He endured the stinging pain in his head and tried to think.

If Guilliman could get here now, he might be able to help a little, but that would be very limited.

I must resist that platform as quickly as possible!

However, given the current situation, they were struggling to even maintain their physical form, and the stench was dizzying.

Those Nurgle demons were so disgusting and clingy, like mountains of flesh blocking their path.

"hateful!"

Khan struggled to maintain his form, the mechanical wings on his back drooping, already damaged by overload and the demon's attacks.

He hated himself for not being able to keep the mechanical wings, otherwise he could have taken the Ron brothers to the platform.

The White Scar Primarch was extremely anxious, and for some reason, he thought of his beloved vehicle, the Pale Eagle.

He needs a vehicle, he needs speed, the fastest speed imaginable!

bang——

The Khan was thrown away by a piece of debris, and when he got up from the filth, he realized that it was the front of his beloved vehicle.

Boom boom boom!
The mountain of flesh-like Nurgle approached, its eyes fixed on the White Scar Primarch, while it continuously scooped up filth and devoured it.

That was a gift from a loving father.

He scooped up the filth along with the pale eagle's remains and stuffed it into his gaping maw, then spat the remains out with a look of disgust.

"Indigestible waste..."

The Great Demon Nurgle crushed the remains with a single stomp, an unbearable humiliation for the Primarch of White Scars.

At this moment, the Khan completely erupted.

He surged with power and unleashed unimaginable speed, dodging the attack of the Great Demon Nurgle.

Then he punched him to the ground!
A certain constraint from the subspace was also completely shattered and accepted.

The White Scar Primarch's body radiated a white psionic light, a symbol of awakened essence.

"The Khan brothers have awakened their warp nature?!"

Ron looked at the recovered Khan with a face full of surprise, because the essence of the Primarch is related to his own advantages, desires or personality beliefs.

This guy's biggest advantage is speed, which is exactly what I need.

Leon's essence is the Caliban Forest, while Corax's essence is the incarnation of a flock of crows.

What is the true nature of that Khan, Chogolis's war eagle?

"Come out, Chogolis's Warhawk!" Ron gazed at the White Scar Primarch covered in light, his heart filled with anticipation.

If the Khan could transform into an eagle, he might be able to carry me there to the forging platform.

"What the hell?!"

However, when the light faded, Ron saw an incredibly powerful motorcycle that defied description.

The vehicle exuded the aura of the subspace, like an eagle soaring through the starry sky.

Perhaps it was the coolest vehicle in the galaxy, seemingly reconstructed from the remains of a pale eagle by some kind of spiritual power.

"Ron, what are you standing there for? Get in the car!"

The Khan sat on the motorcycle, his face still showing surprise.

He excitedly twisted the accelerator, and the engine roared!

(End of this chapter)