Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 667 Chaotic Demons: Ah, where did you come from? Why is the golden toilet floating around?!
"Hiss~
Just how much did Khan love that precious motorcycle? So much so that he even materialized the essence of the warp into the form of a motorcycle vehicle…

Ron looked at the cool vehicle, adorned with dark gold and radiating a pure white light, resembling a galactic eagle, and felt a pang of envy.

That vehicle did look very good, and it was a high-level artifact.

More importantly, with this thing you can go anywhere, and even travel at high speeds in the warp.

He could vaguely sense his brother's concept of the essence of subspace: unstoppable speed and unbridled freedom.

Just like the eagle of Chogoris, soaring freely.

Under Khan's intense will, this subspace essence appeared within the galaxy in the form of a motorcycle vehicle.

It's similar to the essence of Leon: The Caliban Forest; both are externalizations of the essence of a concept.

The name of this subspace essence spread along with the psionic fluctuations—Galactic Eagle!
"coming!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ron dashed onto his best friend's newest and most prized vehicle.

The Khan brothers' awakening came at just the right time, allowing them to be sent to the forging platform to arm themselves.

In this situation, physically going to the platform is the safest way.

The moment he boarded the vehicle, the engine of the Galaxy Eagle subspace vehicle roared and transformed into a white streak, rushing forward.

"Don't even think about running away! You must stay in this delicious filth!" The Nurgle, a mountain of flesh that had just devoured the remains, raised his rotting hand in an attempt to stop the Savior and the White Scar Primarch.

But he couldn't keep up with the speed of the Galaxy Hawk at all. His rotting hand missed its target, and he discovered that the warp vehicle was rushing towards him.

Its psionic fluctuations and threatening aura were so intense!

bang——

The Great Demon Nurgle was violently struck by the Galactic Eagle and crashed backward, his entire body being crushed like a pathetic speed bump.

Then, the Galaxy Eagle crushed the great demon, leaped up, smashed the ruined cage set up by the gods, and soared into space.

The shockwave it created behind it sent surrounding filth flying dozens of meters high.

At this moment, Leon and Peturabo, who were rushing towards them, were splashed with filth.

Covered in filth, they stared blankly at the receding silhouettes of the Galaxy Eagle, the Savior, and the White Scar Primarch as they sped away into space.

"I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

"We haven't gotten on the bus yet, bro!"

Soon, the Nurgle demons surrounded them again, eyeing the two weakened Primarchs with predatory intent.

Leon was completely stunned by what he saw.

They were already exhausted and unable to cope with so many Chaos Demons, but the Khan's approach was indeed the right choice.

After all, stopping the corrupted Angron and preventing the Chaos Gods from destroying the forging platform are the most important things.

But no matter what, it still left a bitter taste in my mouth that the saviors didn't take me with them on their journey.

"Brother, now we're all alone."

Leon stood back-to-back with the Lord of Steel, clenching his fists as he faced the surrounding Nurgle demons: "We must hold out until the Ron brothers have dealt with the threat of the gods..."

"I can still hold on, it's up to you whether you can."

Perturabo trembled violently, sparks flying from his armor of laws as he struggled to maintain his posture.

He had realized that this would be a life-or-death battle.

"Hmph, I'll show you the will of the Caliban Knight!"

Leon said this.

The two then resolutely lunged at Nurgle.

Try your best!
However, to Leon and his companion's surprise, the Nurgle demons were not as ferocious as they had imagined, and even avoided them.

It seems that as long as they don't try to leave, they won't fight them.

The two sides quickly reached a stalemate, and after several rounds of fighting, neither side even broke the skin.

???

Leon and Peturabo were both bewildered. What was going on? Were those Chaos Demons just slacking off?!
But they didn't have time to investigate further; they could only remain vigilant while putting on an act with the Nurgle demons.

After all, they really didn't have any strength left.

"The Gluttonous King is right. As the beloved children of our loving father, we should not fight and kill, but instead focus on brewing the most delicious plague soup."

The mountain of flesh-like Nurgle gazed at the two Primarchs and thought to himself.

Nurgle's command was for his favorites to do everything in their power to prevent the Primarch from leaving the area.

They just need to do as they are told.

As for the savior rushing out, there was nothing that could be done about it.

There are few in the galaxy who can stop that abominable, cursed demon; they have done their best.

The Great Demon Nurgle had no intention of fighting the Primarchs to the death, lest they inflict severe damage on him in a desperate situation.

These filthy beings all belong to the lineage of Barana, the most favored of the filthy and the most unclean—the gluttonous Barana.

Ever since the disaster in the Plague Garden, the gluttonous man with a cunning background has grown to loathe war and devoted himself to researching Plague Soup.

He vowed to develop the most disgusting and foul-smelling soup in the universe, specifically designed to counter other demons.

Moreover, that being promoted the "lying flat" theory.

He taught everyone how to deal with their loving father's commands so that they could better protect themselves and have more time to sunbathe and cook soup in the garden.

"Why risk our lives for such a small reward..."

This is the glutton's catchphrase, and it has gained the recognition and support of many Nurgle demons.

Under his influence, many of the Nurgle demons began to slack off, focusing instead on sunbathing or searching for ingredients to make soup.

They also no longer like to conquer cities and territories or spread plagues in the human world.

That would require a lot of effort to cross the subspace curtain, which isn't cost-effective.

They might as well experiment with the Plague Soup in the territories of other Chaos Demons, spill it, and run; that way they could still reap the rewards of the Plague's corruption.

Under the secret guidance of the four-armed savior, the gluttonous champion embarked on a new path.

Even though his loving father didn't quite like some of his theories, he still tolerated these minor, harmless flaws.

Because the benefits brought by the gluttons are greater, their special broth can help Nurgle Garden gain more advantages in the Great Game and the High Heaven battlefield.

It made demons tremble with fear and flee in terror.

This stabilized His situation after the devastating blow, maintained balance, and prevented the other gods from devouring the territory that originally belonged to Nurgle.

From this perspective, the glutton who is good at using foul-smelling soup is the greatest contributor to Nurgle Garden.

Before long, Leon and his companion, along with the Nurgle demons, stopped pretending altogether.

One of them rested against the ruins, while the other pulled out a large pot from his stomach and started simmering a thick soup.

……

Not long ago, on the other side.

Ron, riding the Galaxy Eagle, broke through the physical barriers set up by the Chaos Gods and rushed towards the platform area.

At first, he was still very nervous, wondering if Khan's speed in the subspace could catch up with the demonized Angron.

But he quickly relaxed: "As expected of the Primarch, the most skilled in assault in the galaxy, its speed is even faster than I imagined!"

The Galaxy Eagle sped through the void as if walking on flat ground, and the labyrinthine wreckage had no effect whatsoever.

Before long, Ron spotted the demonized Angron, who was getting closer and closer to the forging platform.

"Brother, Chogoris's warplane will be faster than that guy!"

Khan seemed to have adapted to his subspace nature and further increased his speed.

The speed of the Galaxy Eagle caused a slight distortion in the void before it vanished abruptly, leaving only a white afterimage.

It caught up with the corrupted Angron even faster.

"The savior has caught up?!"

At this moment, the Chaos Gods noticed the change and manipulated the demonized Angron to turn around, so that the two sides were looking at each other at eye level.

Because both sides were moving at extremely high speeds, time seemed to slow down, presenting a slow-motion state.

In the vision of the Chaos Gods, the Savior raised his middle fingers with both hands, revealing an extremely smug smile.

Then, he sent a psionic message:
"Those parasites of the warp, what era are we living in that they still fly with wings? That's so lame."

The Chaos Gods were naturally able to discern the savior's humiliating actions and contemptuous words, and they were immediately enraged.

Under the influence of the gods' emotions, the demonized Angron visibly turned red and angry.

What blasphemy! How dare the Savior insult the true God of the Warp?!
The gods, controlling the demonized Angron, reached out in their fury, attempting to seize the Galactic Eagle.

However, the contact between the two was only for a moment. As soon as the demonic claw was extended, the Galaxy Eagle suddenly overtook it with a whoosh.

The savior and the Khan left only a handsome silhouette, and the exhaust fumes from the warp vehicle sprayed directly onto their faces, which were possessed by demonic bodies, leaving charred marks.

Woohoo~
Attack! Attack!
The Khan was incredibly excited; it was a speed and freedom he had never experienced before.

He floored the accelerator and sped away with the savior in tow.

Eat my exhaust fumes!

Behind them, the demonized Angron roared in fury, clearly enraged by the Chaos Gods.

"That's impressive speed! Even shipborne artillery might not be able to catch up or hit it!"

Ron was quite moved.

From now on, this brother's assault tactics will probably strike fear into the hearts of the enemy.

Unfortunately, this is the Milky Way, which is why it's possible to surpass the Chaos Gods in this way; it wouldn't be so easy in the Warp.

In the warp, they are the true gods, possessing the power to destroy the world and even alter the matter of space. If they could also have speeds surpassing those of the gods in the warp, wouldn't that be incredibly powerful, allowing us to frequently harass them?

Then run away.

"That's not necessarily impossible. Once Hope Sun has more powerful support capabilities, it might be able to help Galaxy Eagle become stronger."

Ron thought to himself.

They moved incredibly fast, covering what was once a great distance in just a few dozen seconds, and the casting platform gradually became clear and within reach.

Suddenly, he sensed a strong threat through his psychic abilities and turned to see that the demonized Angron was slowly catching up.

"They're going all out, investing so much money?"

In Ron's psionic vision, the Chaos Gods were unleashing their power like a dam releasing a flood, causing the demonized Angron to form at an even faster pace.

Moreover, they stirred up storms in the warp, affecting this physical region.

The Galaxy Eagle swayed precariously in the storm, struggling to avoid sudden cracks and the attacks of demons.

The demons burst forth from the void like rain, hindering the Galaxy Eagle's advance.

Even more dangerously, more pleasurable tentacles suddenly extended from the corrupted Angron's body, shooting towards it at an extremely fast speed.

Those tentacles were so frenzied, radiating an intense desire, as if they wanted to seize them and penetrate every nook and cranny.

It makes one's anus tighten.

"This is too dangerous. The Lord of Pleasure is so vicious..."

Ron was sweating profusely, realizing he might have been a bit too harsh in his mockery of them.

At Galaxy Eagle's speed, it would be difficult to escape the grasp of those tentacles, and it was also very weak, so it couldn't stop those tentacles at all.

If we get caught and the Lord of Pleasure plays with us in space, we're doomed!
He patted Khan on the shoulder, his voice trembling slightly: "Brother, give us some more oil, it'll be faster."

Otherwise, we'll be in trouble.

"This is already the fastest speed..."

Khan broke out in a cold sweat, clearly having also noticed the tentacles that were attacking from behind and trying to crawl in.

However, the effects of the space storm and the demons were so great that the Galactic Eagle could hardly escape the pursuit.

At this rate, they may not be able to reach the casting platform.

In that instant, the Khan made a resolute decision, so decisive that his voice was somewhat hoarse:
"Brother, you go up to the platform, I'll hold off those abominable attacks!"

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed the savior's hand, and with a high-speed spin, threw the savior away.

"what?!"

Before Ron could react, he was thrown out and flew towards the forging platform.

In mid-air, he saw the resolute look in his brother's eyes and instantly understood the Khan's thoughts.

That brother had to go alone to fend off the Lord of Pleasure's vicious tentacles and buy himself some time.

Currently, only he, having awakened his subspace essence and restored his physical strength, has the ability to stop the Lord of Pleasure's attack.

"Brothers!"

Ron's eyes welled up with tears as he watched Khan nod at him and then turn to pilot the Galaxy Hawk toward the vicious tentacles.

He knew what danger his brother was about to face, and what kind of brotherhood he shared.
If that brother is captured and cannot be rescued in time, he will die under extreme torture!

Ron didn't have time to hesitate. He immediately adjusted his body and used the momentum to rush towards the casting platform.

What's more troublesome is that there are more and more demons in space, and demons have even appeared on the forging platform.

If one is blocked by demons in space, it will be difficult to reach the platform.

"Savior!"

"Kill that abominable being!"

The Chaos Demon and the demons were so excited.

They noticed the condition of the Savior, the infamous being in the Warp who silenced the demons, who was weaker than ever before.

His armor had lost its power, and his physical and spiritual energy was exhausted, making it the perfect time to hunt him down!

Fortunately, Ron was lucky enough to slip through the encirclement through a gap before the demons could completely surround him.

And a swarm of demons, like bees, chased after them.

This made him feel the presence of death; with so many demons, even if each one of them poked him, he could be killed.

His body wasn't as tough as Shining Gold, not to mention that some demons' claws were almost as tough as power swords.

The greater danger is time-related; if the demonized Angron catches up, one might lose the chance to defeat him, and the success rate of the backup plan is even lower.

"arrive!"

Ron was overjoyed; he was fast enough to reach the platform before the demon horde caught up.

He slammed onto the platform with a soft thud, then, using inertia and elasticity, landed gracefully and majestically, with such silky smoothness.

That's become an unconscious habit; the savior can always maintain the best image.

After Ron regained his footing, he gazed at the demons on the platform.

The demons, who had been roaring and menacing, suddenly fell silent.

This is the importance of establishing authority; even if he is extremely weak, as long as he still has a trace of prestige.

That can create a deterrent effect.

Some extreme tyrants, even if they die on the spot, will not be taken seriously by the people unless they are certain that they are completely dead.

They even had to wait until the corpse started to decompose before they could shake off their fear.

The same goes for those demons.

The infamy and terror of the savior and demon devourer have long been ingrained in the demon's heart.

They were scared and dared not be the first to rush forward.

"This situation cannot last long."

"If even one demon acts, it will cause a chain reaction, like building blocks collapsing, and all the demons will swarm in..."

Ron struggled to maintain his composure and quickly assessed the situation.

Taking advantage of the demon's momentary lapse in concentration, he acted decisively and suddenly raised his last weapon—the black powder pistol that was usually just for decoration.

The weapon could launch small black holes, but launching it from such a distance would obviously affect itself, and it couldn't eliminate all the demons.

bang——

The moment the savior raised his weapon to fire, the chaotic demons rioted, instinctively dodging the weapon and scattering to the side.

This gave Ron an opportunity to use his remaining psionic energy to break free of the encirclement and rush towards the hangar entrance.

He slid in and rushed in; the entrance quickly activated and then slammed shut.

Keep the demons out.

The demons only came to their senses when they smelled the inferior gunpowder and saw the savior's disappearing figure.

Then came excitement.

The savior is on the run; that abominable, cursed being has lost its power and is powerless to resist!
Roar--

The demons roared in excitement.

That was an unprecedented opportunity to kill the savior, to kill that abominable, cursed being.

They will all receive eternal glory, and may even be directly promoted to the top ranks of the Great Demons!
They rushed forward and frantically tore open the hangar door, creating a huge crack that made the door teeter on the verge of collapse.

Just a little bit faster, and they could kill the savior!

"You have nowhere to run!"

"Hahaha, even a demon eater can be so pathetic."

The chaotic demons roared and humiliated the savior as they stormed into the dimly lit hangar.

However, at this moment, Ron had no worries at all.

Having acquired the long-constructed weaponry, he feared no matter how many demons came; it was they who should be fearful.

That is a creation that even the gods would fear, and it will soon launch an attack in a new form!
Armament...Activate!!!
"Demon Eater, you can't escape now. Offer up your head."

The Chaos Demons led their demons deep into the hangar, sensing that the Savior was there.

Afterwards, they entered an area with many sacred statues, and something was activated, emanating an ominous, cursed aura.

? ? ? !
When the Chaos Demons saw the terrifying creation before them, they almost lost their ability to think, and were overwhelmed by an uncontrollable fear.

Before me stood a golden throne, its base composed of the skeletons and statues of a living saint, upon which sat countless mechanical chairs made of shimmering gold.

It seemed to be the most magnificent and torturous creation in the universe.

Even more horrifying, all the extending mechanical cables were connected to a hideous, towering skeleton.

The scent was so familiar, as if something was gripping their hearts, tightening them constantly.

Even the great demons trembled involuntarily!
Yellow... The Golden Throne, the Cursed One?!

What is this for me?
Is this still the chaotic realm of the galaxy? How did I end up in the Terra Palace?!
The Chaos Demons were terrified.

Especially when the golden throne roared and energy flowed, and the cursed skeleton's hideous bones and its scarlet mechanical eye lit up as it stared at them.

"Blood God..."

"Father, save me!"

The chaotic demons were too terrified to move, the great demons' legs were as weak as noodles, and many more demons simply fainted from fright.

Then, to their terrified gaze, the golden throne floated up and continued to rise!
(End of this chapter)