Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 669 Chaos Gods: What... Ugh, I can't breathe!
"Warspace parasites, taste my enchanted attack!"

Ron's smile held a hint of malice.

He wielded a mechanical arm imbued with intense divine and spiritual energy, aiming it at the head of the demonized Angron.

"Do not……"

As the demonized Angron witnessed this scene, his pupils constricted sharply, and fear gripped him even more.

Even though the Chaos Gods were in the Warp, they could still feel the stench and danger emanating from that mechanical arm.

That was not ordinary divine or spiritual energy, but highly compressed divine or spiritual energy.

The Savior's Territory used a warp extraction device to draw energy from the Holy Sun, added a small amount of Imperial Bone molecules, and then continuously compressed it.

It can be described as a sacred energy that has been carefully brewed and fermented, capable of causing great harm to chaos.

A large hole appeared in the chest of the demonized Angron due to the divine holy energy ray.

Under the control of the Chaos Gods, he immediately abandoned his attack and turned his head to try to avoid the mechanical arm.

Compared to the holy energy beam, the mechanical arm's attack is far more dangerous. We absolutely mustn't get hit by that thing, or we're done for!

This was their shared thought: if the previous ray was purely harmful, then this attack was a foul attack imbued with divine concepts.

"This is blasphemy and an insult to the true God of the Warp!"

"Gah, fate will curse you..."

The Chaos Gods cursed the savior in their hearts, for he was so shameless and vicious.

The cursed one, the Lord of Humanity, was already dying, and the Chaos Gods were adopting the attitude of avoiding provocation if possible.

The best outcome would be to keep that guy trapped on the golden throne forever.

However, unexpectedly, the savior found a way to extend the power of the cursed one.

What's the difference between doing this and carrying your own ancestor out to self-destruct with the enemy?
Moreover, that ancestor was carrying an extreme imperial weapon that was sticky with excrement and fermented, resulting in double the damage!
The Chaos Gods experienced the same feeling the Chaos Demons had when faced with the Holy Ash Bomb, but in an enhanced, authentic, and even more stench.

A sense of helplessness and despair washed over me; the savior was even more troublesome than an emperor!

Unfortunately, it was too late. In the instant that the demonized Angron tried to dodge, the other mechanical arm of the Savior Armor restrained him.

Then, the mechanical arm, brimming with intense divine and spiritual energy, struck the face of the demonized Angron, and even extended mechanical claws to lock his head in place.

This isn't just a plunger attack; it's also stuck!
The Chaos Gods seemed to hear a wave, and the foul-smelling divine energy instantly flowed through the possessed demon's body.

It was an unbearable blasphemous attack; the spiritual energy of God could corrode and taint them conceptually, making them dizzy and turbulent.

Woo!
As the one who came into direct contact with the demonized Angron, the reaction was even more intense, and he immediately began to struggle violently.

He tried desperately to break free from the terrible attack, but to no avail.

"You still want to run?"

Ron looked at the corrupted Angron and the Chaos Gods behind him and gave a cold smile.

He thought of the disaster in Vostonia, the destroyed fleet, and the countless humans who had been corrupted and trapped in endless troubles.

These chaotic evils have inflicted unimaginable suffering and torment on humankind; the debts incurred are indelible!

"This is a blow to human justice..."

He further amplified the output of his high-intensity divine and spiritual energy, then slammed the demonized Angron to the ground, pinning him firmly down:

"You enjoy eroding the galaxy so much, huh? You warp parasites, eat shit!"

At this moment, Ron stepped on the chest of the demonized Angron, and the mechanical arm, like a plunger, slammed the other's head into the metal floor of the platform, causing the metal floor to dent.

This demonstrates the immense power involved.

The mechanical arm frantically output high-intensity divine and holy energy, violently impacting the face of the demonized Angron, and even heading towards the warp along some kind of conceptual passage.

This is actually a clash and erosion of power, so simple and unadorned.

If the clashes between the emperors and the chaotic gods in the past were a back-and-forth battle, where they used their power to counter each other in the higher dimensions and maintain the demeanor of masters.

That savior uses divine power and technology to violently throw excrement, like a brick flying everywhere.

This was so overwhelming that even the chaotic gods could not withstand it, and they had no way to use their strength.

The current situation is much like a plunger being connected to a septic tank for the Chaos Gods.

It's spraying like crazy!

In just a few seconds, the demonized Angron's head was covered in burn marks, his eyes were about to roll back, and he was trembling and thrashing about.

This demonstrates the ferocity of the attack.

"Savior, cease your attack, or you will face the wrath of war and bloodshed!"

“How blasphemous… Ugh, ugh…”

"Do not……"

The Chaos Gods suffered even more horrific consequences; at this moment, they experienced the most blasphemous and disgusting experience of their lives.

Simply put, a conduit or channel is connected to the septic tank and is impacting it.

Even more suffocating was the indescribable feeling of being trapped.

It was a kind of conceptual suffocation; the corruption of the cursed was so intense that it was even more devastating than losing a divine war.

In reality, this attack from the cursed being's high-intensity energy is not fatal, but it is painful, torturous, and leaves a long-lasting mark.

Extremely insulting.

"Feeling good now?!"

Ron felt a wave of relief wash over him after the plunger hit him, and he finally vented his anger.

He knew that his secret, high-intensity divine and holy energy had already eroded towards the region where the Chaos Gods resided, along the subspace passage.

In the past, this would have been very difficult to accomplish.

But who told them to personally possess Angron?

This is equivalent to the Chaos Gods personally opening a passage in this direction, and it's quite wide, so I can take advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack.

May the Emperor's powerful divine spirit thoroughly infuse this energy!

……

At this moment, in the chaotic subspace.

Khorne's Domain, Brass Fortress.

"Savior!"

The lava flames spread wildly, the fortress crumbled, and the Blood God's blood shadow trembled violently, thus affecting the domain.

He had never been so angry, not even when he was ambushed by the chief demon Skabrand.

This was probably the first time the Blood God had ever hated a life so much; the humiliation and blasphemy inflicted upon Him were unbearable.

The cursed being's powerful divine spirit poured down the passage toward the brass fortress, its concept constantly eroding the area, while the Blood God struggled to hold it back with molten lava flames as he vomited.

"Blood God..."

This was roughly equivalent to the septic tank of the Brass Fortress exploding. The Khorne demons fled frantically in fear and extreme nausea, afraid of being a step too slow.

Those who ran slowly were drowned.

They turned to ashes in agony, their souls corrupted and unable to recover.

Even those who haven't died will be tainted by the pervasive stench, which is difficult to remove.

Although such attacks are not absolutely fatal, they terrify the demons even more.

Those demons who were farther away from the Brass Fortress witnessed a spectacle.

Thick, golden, cursed energy poured down from the void, like a floodgate bursting open.

The Blood God and Blood Shadow were tainted with a great deal of golden cursed energy. They were going mad and destroying a large number of corrupted brass fortress areas.

That attack was caused by the savior, the demon eater, which deepened the Khorne demons' fear and stereotypes of that being.

Shivering.

Slaanesh's Realm, the Palace of Pleasure.

"What is this?!"

"No, my makeup, my dress!"

The intense cursed energy struck the royal throne, engulfing the surrounding magnificent palace.

More of the ecstatic demons playing in the palace were overwhelmed, or screamed and thrashed in the energy.

The Lord of Pleasure burst out of the palace with a piercing scream.

That energy was unbearable for Him, and He fled in panic.

The Lord of Pleasure seemed to be weeping, and was even more resentful and vicious, as the Demon Eater used the cursed to corrupt His palace and His magnificent makeup and attire.

He currently has little desire for pleasure and exudes an aura that keeps demons at bay; he needs time to recover.

The concept of power of this Lord of Pleasure has been damaged, and the spread of pleasure has been affected!

Somewhere in the Milky Way.

The luxurious ship palace is adorned with jewels, so dazzling, but even more dazzling is the snow-white body encased in amber as decoration.

"What a beautiful body..."

The wandering merchant and galactic lord gently parted the flowing veil, gazing at the alien beauty lying on the plush bed.

His desire surged, and he went up to explore that wonderful place.

So sweet.

However, the next moment, an unbearable stench erupted from that wonderful place, instantly extinguishing the lord's desire.

He collapsed instantly, leaving a permanent scar. He was even knocked unconscious by the fumes, foaming at the mouth.

Moreover, the desires of many more pleasure-seeking believers have been affected.

The bodies at the orgies became foul-smelling, many people could no longer bear it, food and wine were unpalatable, and even jewels and works of art became repulsive.

Those believers calmed down and gradually freed themselves from the corruption in solitude, thus escaping the clutches of pleasure.

The once alluring spread of pleasure has become so disgusting that people avoid it at all costs, and it no longer holds any appeal.

"Your Majesty, after enduring several days without arousal, I gained power, and my body began to recover..."

"Ah, we must resist desire with willpower! This is a ray of hope! **It is harmful, but we must persevere for a hundred years without **!"

After being impacted, followers of a certain pleasure cult began to organize and promote the theory of abstaining from sex.

A new sect has emerged in the galaxy, and it has endured for a long time.

They called themselves the Abstinence Brotherhood, and their influence even spread to the psionic network.

They urged the people of the Empire to remain pure, resist the unhealthy trends that poisoned the Empire and affected mental health, and criticized the tech priests who spread anime and manga culture.

Tzeentch Realm, Crystal Labyrinth.

A century later, the cursed blasphemous energy of the cursed beings reappeared in this realm.

Fortunately, the Lord of All Changes had experience in dealing with such situations and instantly used the maze to block the energy of the cursed beings, preventing its spread.

However, the blasphemous stench inevitably spread, permeating the entire labyrinth area.

The treacherous demons and great crows lay peacefully on the crystal floor.

It's like lying on a corpse.

They knew that due to the closed nature of the Sovereign's power of change, they had no way to escape from the labyrinth.

Since there is no way to escape or resist, one can only silently endure it; perhaps that is fate.

At this moment, the crystal maze was so orderly that many more conspiracies and schemes were put on hold.

The manipulation of the fates of the galaxy and the subspace has also temporarily ceased.

This led to numerous coups and schemes being exposed or failing in a clumsy manner.

Some people successfully ascended the throne or took over the family without any fighting or bloodshed.

It was so harmonious.

Moreover, the Tech Priests of the Cult of Mechanics were pleasantly surprised to find that the probability of their experiments succeeding had greatly increased.

More technical errors and dangers were discovered.

The realm of filth.

The deep green mist was tinged with an eerie color.

The once filthy and joyful Nurgle Gardens has fallen silent. The festering bushes and the sore trees are all withered, as if they are sick.

The garden had not yet recovered from the fire and plague when it was struck again.

buzz~
As usual, the plague fly flew to the carrion flowers to feed on the filth, but upon contact with the mist, its body suddenly stiffened.

It was affected by the cursed energy mist, its body stiffened, and it fell to the ground with a thud, its fly legs twitching incessantly.

“My dear father, the filthy garden is too smelly to stay in…”

"When will we finally finish cleaning up?!"

The obese Nurgle demons grumbled, their bodies wrapped in fully enclosed, damp leather hazmat suits, with straw tightly securing any possible gaps.

They diligently cleaned the areas contaminated by the cursed energy, preventing it from affecting the garden's filth and stopping the plants from oozing pus.

These darlings of the benevolent father are undertaking the most challenging task ever conceived by Nurgle: plundering sacred remnants with their bare hands.

Trembling.

The Nurgle demons knew what kind of corrosion they would face once their leather hazmat suits were torn.

"Dear Father, who will help me?!"

Suddenly, one of the Nurgle demons realized that there was a tear in his hazmat suit and let out a scream.

But the other demons dared not approach, fearing that the other party's aggressive behavior would damage their hazmat suits.

Before long, the Nurgle demon's protective suit filled with golden mist, and it collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

The plague carriers, bundled up tightly and limping, came over and used the withered branches as a stretcher to lift the poor fellow.

Outside the heavily polluted area, the Nurgle demons all wore gas masks, which were stuffed tightly with straw.

They watched the poor creature being carried away, exchanging hushed whispers and keeping their distance.

After all, the Nurgle demons don't know who else has been corrupted by that abominable energy.

"May the stench protect you~"
I heard that the darling was blessed with seven plagues, yet he still succumbed to that vile contamination.

I hope I don't have to deal with that cursed remnant!

"We shouldn't have gone to the Milky Way, or provoked that savior. Why did we have to get close to those vile humans?!"

"Yes, the garden used to be so beautiful, with so much music, dancing and mud, and delicious plague soup."

We should have stayed in the garden to make soup, but unfortunately, we can't make those delicious dishes anymore because of the poor environment and severe pollution!

The Nurgle demons discussed this, their hearts filled with even greater resistance to the galaxy and humanity, and they were even more unwilling to provoke the savior.

A muddy area.

Gululu~
The soaked firewood emitted thick smoke and flames, while the plague broth in the large cauldron bubbled.

The competitive eater Bala wore an elaborate gas mask and even stuffed two pustules into his nostrils.

He is one of the few who is still making a thick soup.

The Nurgles, wearing tattered little masks, didn't swarm around as usual, but instead kept their distance, tears welling in their eyes.

Not far away, the Nurgle demons, who worshipped the gluttonous king, cast their gazes in awe.

They watched helplessly as the First Favorite, the Glutton, carefully added a tiny bit of the Cursed's contaminant to the Plague Soup.

bang——

In an instant, the plague soup was enveloped in a strange mist unlike anything ever seen before.

This sparked a riot among the Nurgle demons.

They gasped in surprise, instinctively moved away, and felt a wave of nausea.

How could you possibly make such a delicious plague soup?

While such a thick soup might not be fatal, what scoundrel could possibly drink such a wicked broth?!

But they still maintained their respect; the gluttonous man with exceptional soup-making skills was experimenting with a brand-new plague soup.

"The stinkier, the better..."

"That's what the competitive eater Bala said."

This first favorite of the Plague Lord gradually embarked on a path that no other Nurgle being had ever taken.

That's amazing.

Deep within the Garden of the Nuggets.

Inside the dark house, the maggots that once swarmed were all dead and scattered all over the floor. Even the slippery moss and twisted mushrooms had dried up and fallen off.

The palace and wooden cabin of the plague lord had never been so clean, and were even stained with a gleaming gold.

However, this was unacceptable to the filthy beings, and it was the most heavily polluted area in the garden.

To prevent his beloved children from being harmed, the loving father forbade all great demons from visiting them.

ho~
On the dilapidated wooden bed in the dark room, a green mountain of flesh, seemingly infinitely large and covered in endless filth, lay, occasionally groaning.

He had previously suffered attacks from the cursed and a beating from the gods, and his wounds had not yet fully healed.

Now it has suffered new damage, the corruption and erosion of the cursed are very strong.

The damage wasn't significant, yet it was so agonizing.

Now even the Lord of Plague has difficulty sleeping, constantly surrounded by the stench of the curse.

vomit!
Suddenly, this being turned its head to the side and lay down beside the dilapidated wooden bed.

My loving father... vomited again!

The Savior's vicious attack has had a profound impact on the Chaos Realm, and the Chaos Gods have developed even greater hatred towards him.

They realized that the threat that newborn being posed to Chaos might be no less than that posed by the Cursed.

This is a very troublesome matter and must be addressed and resolved in a long-term manner.

……

Galaxy, on the casting platform.

This platform, spanning several kilometers, was on the verge of disintegration and overflowing with filth due to the battle between the two colossal beasts.

Fortunately, the savior has gained the upper hand and suppressed the terrifying beasts unleashed by the Chaos Gods.

Ron controlled the weapon and used the plunger on the mechanical arm to ram it again.

He discovered that the demonized Angron was foaming at the mouth and barely moving.

"Sigh, it's already over?" Ron sighed.

This is a good thing, as his high-intensity divine and spiritual energy has been completely exhausted.

(End of this chapter)