Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 675 Savior: Horus Clone, Who is the Most Disgusting Person in the Galaxy?!
Peturabo stared at the tall figure with the severed hand, his eyes turning red.

Even though the figure was shrouded in a gray robe, so blurry that it was almost impossible to see, he recognized the person at a glance.

Rogue Dorn, Primarch of the Seventh Legion and Vigilant!

"Arrogant, self-absorbed, cowardly coward, I knew you weren't dead."

You have deceived everyone and taken all the credit.

Now I finally have the chance to end all of this…

The virtual projection was so repulsive that Peturabo's long-buried hatred erupted at the mere glance he took at it.

He felt an intense excitement; that guy wasn't dead!

He never believed that Dorn could die so easily, and he had been searching for him ever since.

That bastard was hailed as the galaxy's greatest engineer and fortress builder.

In reality, it was all just a publicity stunt.

His construction skills were far inferior to those of the Iron Lord himself, and he even stole all the glory through underhanded means.

During the Siege of Terra, Perturabo personally dismantled the fortress built by Dorne and breached the supposedly impregnable Terra fortress defenses.

He defeated that fame-seeking bastard Dorn for the first time.

After defeating Dorne, Perturabo was satisfied and no longer wanted to participate in the rebellion.

He realized that those madmen of Horus didn't appreciate his talent at all, but instead wanted to use him as a heavy hammer to destroy Dorn the Vigilant, a pillar of the Empire.

However, he had already achieved his goal, destroying the fortress that the other side was so proud of.

Not only that, Horus arrogantly issued orders hoping that the Fourth Legion would consider the overall situation and disperse to other fronts to assist other legions in attacking tough fortresses.

The original position of the Fourth Legion was taken over by the Death Lord Mortalian and his legion.

How is this any different from the emperor's attitude towards him?!

Therefore, Perturabo was furious, denouncing Horus as a monster no better than the Emperor, and refusing to be a tool of any being any longer.

He ordered the Fourth Legion to take any equipment they could carry and evacuate the Terra battlefield, away from that absurd and boring rebellion.

Peturabo no longer cared about the chaos and grudges on Terra.

He knew that without him, Horus and his gang of insane fools would surely fail.

"How can a mad dog that has lost the guidance of a wise mind possibly win? It will only bite wildly and then be beaten to death with sticks."

Peturabo believed that war should be fought with wisdom, not force and madness.

He predicted the failure of the Warlord's rebellion with precise data.

As he had predicted, things turned out just as he had expected.

Although Horus dealt a heavy blow to the Emperor, he also failed in his rebellion and died. That bastard Dorne held Terra.

In Peturabo's view, whoever won or lost the war had nothing to do with him anymore.

Even if that bastard Dorn achieves many feats, he is still nothing more than a defeated foe of his own, as everyone can see.

Unexpectedly, Dorn was such a sore loser that he publicly announced he would stuff the Lord of Steel into a dog cage and take him back to Terra to be displayed to the public.

"How arrogant!"

Dorn and his sons will soon know that their hopes and pride will be utterly destroyed!

When the news came out, it infuriated Peturabo, who then plotted a war to completely defeat the reckless fellow.

He worked through the night with his steel warriors to break apart the ashes and build a massive fortress, its thick armor capable of withstanding any attack.

The surrounding area was a killing zone tens of kilometers wide, filled with every imaginable minefield, trap, and fortification.

Then, Perturabo, standing in the center of the fortress, taunted Dorne: "The Lord of Steel resides right here. If you Seventh Legion's trash have the guts, come and take me away!"

Soon after, Dorn arrived with the army of the Imperial Fists and launched a fierce attack on the fortress.

However, the fortress was so sturdy that the outer kill zone alone inflicted heavy damage on the Imperial Fist, while the central fortress was a labyrinth separated by iron walls and filled with heavy firepower.

That dealt a heavy blow to Dorn and the Fist of the Empire, with warriors being blasted away and trampled by the terrifying firepower.

They even had to use the corpses of their comrades as shields to protect themselves.

"That was an unprecedented defeat for Dorne and his Seventh Legion, almost the entire army was wiped out, and even Dorne himself was on the verge of death."

Peturabo thought so.

His initial plan was so perfect that it would have made Dorn unable to raise his head.

So much so that the other party was willing to fight to the death.

Perturabo's original plan was that Dorne must die inside the fortress, with no chance of recovery.

That was the result of multiple calculations, and the accuracy of the prediction was over 90%.

To his surprise, Guilliman's reinforcements appeared out of nowhere, and their numbers were considerable.

They rescued Dorne from the fortress.

If reinforcements hadn't arrived in time, Dorne probably wouldn't have had any chance to turn the tide.

"What a pity, Guilliman, that slow-witted, reckless fool who can't see the situation, arrived just in time..."

Peturabo still felt a bit resentful when he thought about these past events.

That guy's reinforcements never arrived on time, but that one time they came so quickly!
Perhaps that was fate's design!

But for Perturabo at that time, there was not much of a setback. In the end, he won, defeating Dorne twice in a row.

They not only dismantled the fortified lines that the enemy had meticulously built for Terra, but also used the Eternal Fortress to severely damage Dorne and the Seventh Legion.

This proved the Iron Lord's power to everyone, leaving the Emperor and that father speechless!
Peturabo was quite satisfied and didn't intend to pursue the matter any further.

However, soon afterward, news began to arrive.

The rumors say that the Lord of Steel is no match for Dorn, and that he was able to destroy Fort Terra only because of the help of an inside traitor and the power of demons.

In reality, he was simply taking advantage of someone's misfortune and was utterly useless.

Furthermore, rumors also suggest that Dorne's defeat in the War of the Everlasting Fortress was primarily due to his intense guilt and desire for death after the Emperor's fall, rather than a genuine defeat.

In short, the Lord of Steel is a passive player who wins by doing nothing, relying entirely on the Chaos Demons and other corrupted legions; he himself has very little ability.

At the time, many people in the Empire and the galaxy believed this rumor.

They believed that Dorne had defended even Terra, so how could they possibly lose to that traitor, the Lord of Iron?
That must be a chaotic lie!

This disgusted Perturabo, who then came out again, wanting to settle scores with Dorn.

He had to beat him to his knees and then, in full view of everyone, throw him into Terra in the most humiliating way.

This victory is undeniable.

However, to Peturabo's surprise, before he could even take action, news arrived—

Rogue Dorn, the last pillar of the Empire, died. The Primarch was beaten to death by swarms of World Eaters during a space boarding battle, and his body was dismembered.

Only a severed hand remained.

Peturabo was stunned when he heard the news.

He was furious. How could Dorn die like this? He died at the hands of the Primarch or the Chaos God.

Instead, he was killed by a group of corrupt World Eaters?

This is equivalent to a lion being bitten to death by insects—what a disgrace and absurdity!

That's absolutely impossible!

However, all the facts and evidence point to this conclusion: the Primarch's aura has indeed disappeared.

Only a broken, severed hand remained.

The news of Roger Dorn's death left Perturab bewildered; he was arguably the one in the galaxy least willing to see Dorn die.

The rumors haven't been cleared up yet, and I haven't even defeated that guy. How dare he die like this?!
Peturabo cannot defeat a dead man, much less wash away the rumors and shame.

In a sense, he failed forever.

He wanted nothing more than to desecrate Dorn's corpse, but there wasn't even a corpse to be found.

Afterwards, Peturabo found the World Eaters and wiped them out with the most brutal bombardment.

However, rumors also circulated that the Iron Lord avenged Dorne, while others claimed that the Iron Lord conspired with the World Eater to assassinate Dorne.

Some cunning and treacherous individuals spread rumors, further humiliating and attacking him.

The death of Roger Dorn left Perturabo deeply depressed, and he stayed in the demon fortress world of Maidengard.

They almost never come out.

He always felt that the guy hadn't died, and he never gave up searching for him, hoping that the guy could really be alive.

"Rogg Dorn!"

Perturabo stared at the towering virtual projection before him, his body surging with fel energy, filled with hatred.

The game, which was not yet decided, could finally continue.

He wanted nothing more than to pounce on it and tear it to pieces.

"Hey, hey, don't do that, bro! That's just a virtual image!"

Seeing that Peturabo was about to explode, Ron quickly pulled him back to prevent him from falling into deeper depravity under the influence of hatred.

He had a headache.

They also gained a better understanding of the Emperor's situation back then.

The twenty or so Primarchs were at odds with each other, even harboring hatred towards one another, to the point that they all resented their father.

It's a complete mess, how can we manage it?!

Moreover, it's difficult to mediate disputes, as it can be seen as favoritism, leading to deeper conflicts and resentment.

Perturabo and Dorne are typical examples. When the Emperor assigned Dorne even a slightly important task, it caused Perturabo to become dissatisfied.

The two Primarchs' children hated each other so much that they even fought each other, neither willing to back down.

He even took down his own father.

From Ron's perspective, Perturabo and Dorn were simply hurting each other.

There was no winner or loser.

What's more troublesome is that Perturabo harbors deep hatred, and Dorne is incredibly stubborn, which could make things difficult in the future.

If they were to start fighting, I wouldn't know how to stop them. They are both important figures in the empire; I can't just kill one of them, can I?
Dorne is so loyal and has made great contributions to the Empire; his return will certainly be well taken care of.

Peturabo is an important scientific research talent in the Empire, and the Empire is counting on him to resolve those stalled important projects, so the Empire needs to appease him.

"This is difficult..."

Ron sighed inwardly, "If Dorn is already like this before he's even back, wouldn't he be drawing his sword and hacking at me right here and now if he were really here?!"

He was a little worried that if he cultivated more Primarchs of his own in the future, he might one day end up like the Emperor.

We must provide a good education from a young age, lest one day a rebellious son betrays us and claims to control the world's armies.

hum~
Evil energy surged forth.

The fel energy and hatred emanating from Peturabo alerted Leon and the Khan. The way they looked at each other subtly changed.

Although Dorne, that stubborn, talkative, and tattletale, is a bit annoying, he is one of the most loyal brothers to the Empire.

Peturabo, a former traitor, has not yet truly gained trust.

If a conflict were to occur, they would inevitably have to side with Dorne.

The originally harmonious scene subtly became tense, just like ten thousand years ago, when any gathering would trigger conflicts and disputes.

At this moment, the emperor's gaze fell upon them, showing considerable concern.

The Primarch was so unruly that he sometimes wouldn't even recognize his own father, which even he found troublesome and had to suppress him with a stern attitude.

Moreover, Peturabo is a corrupted Primarch.

This is a big problem for the savior, the emperor.

"This is not good; we must solve this problem."

Ron also realized the difficulty of the problem; it was not an easy task for a ruler to maintain good relations with his own brothers and arrogant generals.

Fortunately, he wasn't an emperor, so his persona was quite stable.

He exerted all his newfound powers to dispel negative emotions as much as possible, while simultaneously restraining Peturab and rebuking him:
"stop!"

When everyone saw the Saviors brothers get angry, the scene immediately quieted down, even Peturabo did so.

This is the benefit of building a personal image and prestige.

The savior's previous image of generosity and friendliness, as well as his invincible stance in war, earned him the recognition and support of the Primarchs.

They knew that the Savior would not mistreat any of his brothers.

Therefore, when he speaks, people naturally listen, or at least they don't simply reject him.

Peturabo realized the problem and struggled to suppress his anger.

Under normal circumstances, he could not tolerate anyone's reprimand, not even the emperor.

Except for the Savior Brothers.

That brother is the only one in the galaxy who appreciates his own talents and ideals.

They can be described as like-minded.

Peturabo looked at the savior, waiting for his response.

He had never been so patient.

It's impossible for the other side to stop me from taking revenge, even though I've already returned to the empire!
“I understand how you feel, and I won’t stop you from challenging Dorn to a duel.”

Ron said that.

He knew he couldn't stop the feud between Perturabo and Dorne, and that forcibly stopping them would only cause more conflict.

However, one can control the scale and intensity of the conflict between the two parties.

He stared at the other person and continued, "But there is one thing you must abide by, and no one may cross that line."

That means no large-scale war should occur.

You guys solve the problem yourselves.

Or I may arrange a duel between you, so that the entire galaxy and the warp can witness a fair victory or defeat!

These two guys want to fight, so let them fight it out.

This was the best method Ron could think of. Perturabo, that rather stubborn and withdrawn guy, just wanted to win once.

Of course, Dorn is rather stubborn, and he'd probably go crazy if he saw Peturabo, so we'll likely need to communicate with him separately.

However, since the Emperor is still alive, things won't escalate to a point of no return.

Let’s take one step at a time.

"Okay, I promise you."

After listening, Peturabo took a deep breath, and his anger subsided considerably.

He agreed to the savior's conditions.

"You focus on your research during this time. Once my people find Dorn, I'll arrange a grand duel arena for you!"

Seeing that Perturabo had calmed down, Ron began to offer promises: "The resources you need are being transported to the Zaradon region, and as for the Eldar's ark, I'm also working on a solution."

If nothing unexpected happens, I'll have to go and cause some trouble for the aliens.

The long-awaited Vigilant Star Front is about to be launched.

Peturabo and the various research institutes need a large amount of Blackstone to research new technologies, especially warp-space containment devices and broadcasting devices.

Hope everything goes well.

Ron reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder: "Brothers, we're about to meet that little guy, so don't all look so serious."

So as not to frighten him.

Upon hearing this, Peturabo, Leon, and the others relaxed considerably.

They were indeed looking forward to seeing the little life.

Afterwards, the group ended the unpleasant topic and headed to the biological cloning laboratory.

……

In the laboratory.

Dozens or even hundreds of gilded glass culture dishes stood there, each containing the original organism's body.

All the bodies were created through cloning, such as Mortalian, Magnus, Fugen, and so on.

They are all still in the process of gradual improvement.

Leon and the others were quite curious as it was their first time here, especially when they saw the savior's clone.

"Brother, are you a clone now too?"

The Khan inquired, for due to the concealment of his power, he could not discern whether the savior before him was the real one.

“In principle, it can be considered the main body,” Ron replied vaguely, not wanting to elaborate further.

Seeing this, no one pressed for further questions.

Then, they saw an even more shocking Primarch body, and couldn't help but feel a trace of hatred:
Horus?!

Leon stared at the familiar yet repulsive figure before him, taking a deep breath: "You wouldn't be thinking of resurrecting this traitor who led to the empire's downfall, would you?"

"I'm still thinking about it."

Ron did not deny it: "But there is no doubt that it is a weapon."

If the Chaos Gods were to resurrect Horus, we could use this clone to seize his unique essence and thus achieve victory.

This is a necessary preparation for the Primarch Resurrection Tournament.

Only the Primarch can deal with the Primarch.

No one knows how many Fallen Primarchs' souls the Chaos Gods possess, or how many Primarchs they can resurrect.

It's best to prepare in advance.

You must have a numerical advantage; being able to gang up on someone is the best option.

After hearing the savior's explanation, Leon and the others did not question anything. Since that brother did it this way, he must have his reasons.

Not long after, Ron led his Primarch brothers into a pure white nursery.

A tiny figure floats on the soft, round crib in the center.

The new crib has an air suspension system that can support the life inside.

"Oh my god..."

When Leon and the others saw the baby, their eyes lit up and their expressions softened.

The original organism grows very quickly.

The little one was only born recently and was crawling around in mid-air, its big eyes sparkling; it was so adorable.

They could feel the little guy's purity and kindness, and seeing him seemed to make them feel much better.

Because of the use of the Angron Soul Fragment, the little guy also gained the power to soothe emotions.

He will inevitably become an upright Primarch Knight of the Empire in the future.

They seemed to see their former selves in each other, and they all liked it.

“Baby, your godfather and uncles have come to see you.”

Ron gently picked up the soft little guy and tickled his armpits, making him giggle.

Babies are definitely cuter.

"papa..."

The little guy giggled and reached out to tug at Ron's hair, clearly already having grasped the basics.

At this moment, Leon and the others also gathered around, their faces full of smiles, almost pushing the savior out of the way.

"These guys really want to be stay-at-home dads, even that weirdo Peturabo."

Ron looked at Leon and the others, somewhat speechless.

These ruthless men, so decisive in their killing, were squatting there, playing with the baby, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

At the same time, gazes from the subspace also focused on the room.

That was the emperor.

The emperor's feelings were complicated at this moment; he hadn't expected the savior to resolve the conflict so quickly.

The Primarch's children almost completely obeyed the Savior, even trusting him more than themselves.

If a savior existed ten thousand years ago, perhaps that tragedy would not have happened?
In fact, with the Savior's current abilities, it's quite possible that he could actually improve relations with the Primarchs.

Then, before Horus rebelled, he set up a few tables to save face for everyone and prevent them from betraying the emperor.

But the most likely outcome is that the savior will control all the world's armies.

Given the circumstances at the time, only the complete retirement of the emperor could alleviate all the conflicts.

The emperor's gaze fell upon the joyful atmosphere in the nursery, and he suddenly felt somewhat superfluous.

I'm also a little lonely.

Ron was happily pacing in the nursery when he received an urgent message from the Department of Military Affairs.

The think tanks received a warning from Lord Corax, the Primarch, that he was tracking an Imperial traitor and had uncovered a terrible conspiracy.

"Hiss~
How come that bastard is still alive? He's come out again trying to dump shit on the empire?!

Ron felt nauseous when he saw the name in the message.

That was practically the most disgusting existence in the galaxy, and one of the Empire's number one traitors!

(End of this chapter)