Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 677 Eribas: Resurrect, my War General, Blitzkrieg Holy Terra!
Ron's sense of crisis intensified, yet he still couldn't pinpoint what he had overlooked.

"Sigh, let's leave the professional stuff to the professionals..."

He sighed and stopped worrying about it.

Ron wrote down this premonition as a possible omen of crisis and sent it to his witchcraft and divination group.

He then ordered a meeting of the Ministry of Military Affairs to convene an emergency meeting on the Vigilant Star campaign.

……

Meanwhile, subspace.

A twisted, malevolent sky loomed over the desolate plains, the parched land littered with the dead and dying, non-human creatures.

Most of them are a mixture of humans and beasts, and some are filthy beings that violate the laws of matter and are associated with darkness.

They looked like failed clones, some even resembling sacred yet grotesque figures.

ho~
The mangled head groaned in pain as the heavy terracotta boots stepped on it, causing it to burst with thick fluid.

"Damn it, how come there are more and more of these things?"

The anointed warrior glanced at the filth beneath his feet and spat in disgust.

Even fallen warriors don't particularly like these man-made blasphemes.

But he had to obey orders to transport materials to the experimental base in order to create more blasphemous creations.

That person created one non-human object after another using extremely bizarre methods.

It even involves legendary figures.

The anointed warrior turned to look at the Word Bearers squad behind him and urged:
"Holy Father, if you don't want that person to rip your faces off, you'd better hurry up!"

This team of Word Bearers was transporting a special shipment: rusty containers filled with wriggling chunks of meat.

Those chunks of flesh were so wicked, constantly dripping black pus.

It corroded the container, clinging to the armor of the Word Bearer warriors and slowly wriggling, its thirst palpable to anyone who looked at it.

"Damn it, it even tried to eat us. The remnants of the World Eater are far too tenacious."

The anointed warrior tore off the chunks of flesh that had crawled onto his visor and stuffed them back into the container.

He was a little worried.

This small team barely managed to evade the Saviors' forces and secretly obtained a batch of Angron's flesh and blood.

They must return in time, or they will be severely punished.

More importantly, he had to deliver the goods to the designated location before the other teams arrived.

Thinking of this, the soldiers urged the others to quicken their pace.

However, they hadn't walked far when the hoarse cawing of crows echoed across the wasteland, growing louder and louder.

The moment the anointed warrior heard the crow's cry, his expression changed, and he abruptly looked up.

A flock of red-eyed crows appeared in the distorted sky over the wasteland.

They were flying this way, appearing above them in just a few seconds, like swirling black clouds.

This poses a significant threat.

"We sent out a distress signal; we're being watched. How long is that monster going to keep chasing the Word Bearers?!"

The anointed warriors were in a state of despair, and legends about the Crimson Ravens circulated among the Word Bearers.

Those monsters hunted down the Word Bearers warriors in the Eye of Terror and in the Warp, tearing and twisting the bodies of all the victims.

The Raven Monster is said to have come from a legendary figure who relentlessly hunted the Word Bearers out of hatred for them.

Now they have unfortunately encountered a flock of red-eyed crows.

"Damn crows, die!"

The anointed warrior caught an attacking red-eyed raven, only to find it had turned into black liquid, flowing down the seams between his gauntlets to the ground.

He didn't have time to think too much, raising his bolter and firing at the flock of crows, as did the other warriors.

Dozens of ammunition belts formed a crossfire, firmly locking down the airspace.

These Word Bearers knew they couldn't outrun the winged, red-eyed ravens on this wasteland.

However, all the bombs that hit the red-eyed crow only blasted it into a puddle of black liquid.

Gradually, the black liquid on the ground turned into crows taking flight again, and their numbers seemed to be increasing.

"They are psionic beings! Where is our enchanting master? Quickly deal with these damned things!"

The anointed warriors realized what was happening and prepared to use psionic magic to deal with the crows.

However, the enchanting masters of the Word Bearers, those Chaos wizards, were bound by the shadows formed by even more crows as soon as they began to mobilize their psionic powers.

The shadows bound the enchanting masters like ropes, pulling them into the air.

Amidst screams, the powerful telekinesis twisted and contorted these enchanting masters into pretzel shapes.

bang-

When the anointed warrior found the enchanter lying at his feet, his armor folded into a grotesque mess.

He knew then that the Word Bearers squad was finished.

"By the Holy Father, the devout will live forever in the glory of chaos!"

The anointed one uttered the oath from the Chaos Bible, attempting a desperate fight.

But the next second, his heart was pierced by a crow, creating a huge hole, and then his head.

The headless corpse fell.

Those red-eyed crows could easily peck through power armor, and could even transform into a torrent of black liquid, attacking the warriors inside along the cracks in the armor.

Its destructive power is astonishing.

Within minutes, the small squad of dozens of Word Bearers was wiped out by the crows.

A flock of crows, like a dark cloud, circled low in the sky, gradually forming a tall human figure that slowly descended.

Then, a being in black armor with turbine wings on its back stepped onto the wasteland.

He plunged his lightning-fast claws into the chest of the last Word Bearer warrior, ending his life.

Before dying, the Word Bearer warrior finally saw the face of the one in black armor.

The being had long black hair, a pale face, and an air of depression; his appearance was exactly the same as that in the Empire's legendary reliefs.

The person before me is none other than the Primarch, Savior, and Raven Lord of the Nineteenth Legion's Raven Guard—Corvos Corax!

Korax reached out and pulled the communication device off the Word Bearer warrior's body, then threw it away.

He was so silent that he even exuded a sorrowful aura.

Long ago, this Primarch exiled himself to embark on a long journey of atonement, and almost never spoke.

After all the enemies were eliminated, the crows landed and fell silent.

For a moment, the only sound in the entire area was the groans of the non-human remains on the wasteland; they had long since died, but their pain had not yet dissipated.

Corax looked at the twisted, non-human objects scattered all over the ground. He could see that they had all sorts of deformed limbs and flesh, and some of them were even hybrids with wild animals.

This filled him with an indescribable anger.

The Raven Lord recalled his former offspring, who, due to the contamination of the Geneseed, had fallen into a similar mutation and corruption, creating an unspeakable tragedy.

He then personally executed all his sons and exiled himself to atone for his sins to the empire.

But for thousands of years, he has never slackened in his pursuit of those depraved traitors, protecting the safety of humanity in another form.

"Dorn?"

Corax was shocked to see a twisted, deformed body on the ground; it was the remains of his Primarch brother, Rogue Dorn!
He couldn't believe he would see his former brother here, and that the man had been desecrated and turned into a bizarre figure.

However, what happened next was even more unbelievable to Corax. He saw twisted and filthy wings in the wasteland, and he could vaguely see golden hair on the twisted body.

Saint Gillespie!

He saw the filthy remains of another Primarch brother, whose expression was still contorted with pain.

Later, the remains of more Primarch brothers were discovered.

"These are cloned creations; the Chaos Heretics used Abomination technology to create the bodies of the Primarchs!"

Corax realized the problem and grew increasingly angry.

Those chaotic heretics dared to humiliate the emperor's own children and even created new bodies out of thin air to replace them.

What blasphemy!

The Raven Lord has confirmed that this area contains a cloning experiment facility established by the Chaos Heretics.

This team of Word Bearers was responsible for transporting the materials needed for cloning.

As for the factory's owner, it is highly likely to be Eribas, the corrupt traitor who was being pursued and who had once caused great harm to the empire.

Fortunately, he found enough clues to locate the experimental factory.

Just as Corax was about to set off, he suddenly received a new psionic message, which surprised him quite a bit.

Because the messenger of the psychic message is the Savior.

He had recently aided an Imperial force in the warp, leaving his psionic imprint at the request of the think tanks.

Perhaps that's why the savior was able to contact him.

hum~
The psionic message unfolded, and the savior's words entered consciousness:
"Hey Corax, if you find that guy Irebas, let me know right away, and I'll come help you with the rest of the brothers."

By the way, my brothers and I really miss you. Remember to come over and get together sometime, lots of good drinks...

The savior spoke so familiarly and said a lot.

He even included a photo of himself with Leon and others.

The group photo was a selfie taken at a party.

The savior smiled broadly, showing off his bright white teeth, his face right in the center of the frame. Guilliman sat upright and meticulously to the side, while Leon looked over, seemingly a little uncomfortable.

The Khan had just taken a swig of wine, looking quite heroic, while in the corner stood Peturab, that awkward man, with his arms crossed, seemingly subconsciously avoiding the camera.

That was a photo Ron had specially taken. Although he usually appeared imposing in front of people, he was quite relaxed with his brothers in private. Supreme power and great undertakings often lead people astray, to the point of becoming ruthless. He didn't want to become a lonely figure like the Emperor.

Therefore, maintaining good relationships with the Primarchs is quite important.

Moreover, most humans have a limited lifespan and will gradually pass away over a long period of time.

And his Primarch brothers will accompany him for a very long time, conquering the stars and dominating the galaxy together.

"This guy……"

As Corax gazed at the image transmitted via psychic energy, a slight smile crept onto his previously pale and gloomy face.

Looking at the photos of the savior and the gathering, his gloom inexplicably lessened.

But when his gaze shifted to Peturabo, his brows furrowed again.

Why is even that traitor here? What exactly happened?!

Things have changed so much; perhaps I should consider meeting with the Savior and my former Primarch brothers.

To my recollection, the Primarchs have never been so harmonious.

Corax preserved the photograph and then transformed into a flock of crows, swooping towards the edge of the wasteland.

The speed is so fast.

Before long, he saw a mountain made of flesh and machine, emanating a repulsive aura.

That's probably Iribus's experimental factory.

That experimental factory was hidden deep in the warp. If it weren't for my own psionic nature and the interception of the Word Bearers' intelligence, I would have been able to build it up.

It is likely that this abhorrent region will never be discovered.

Now that the experimental factory is completely exposed to the crows, the stench of Irebas is even more pervasive.

Unabashedly.

Corax thought for a moment and then sent a psychic message to the Savior.

However, the next moment, he received a spellcasting from the experimental factory.

In an instant, the illusion appeared in the Raven Lord's consciousness; it was the trick that the Dark Apostle, the Hand of Fate, Erebas, was most skilled at.

He used this method to instill misleading illusions in Horus, thereby corrupting the empire's warlord.

In his vision, Corax saw a dying woman draped in a white robe, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He subconsciously knew that the woman was connected to him, but he didn't know who she was.

The sorcery was cast by that heretical traitor.

Erebus!

Corax could no longer contain himself. He spurred his flock of crows toward the experimental factory, determined to capture the man and extract all the information he knew.

Boom——

The heavy alloy gate of the experimental factory was crushed by psionic energy and then thrown dozens of meters away, tearing apart all the deformed guards along the way.

Corax burst into a large hall where the master of the house was.

The hall was completely dark and empty, except for a throne made of gold.

He looked up and saw a figure sitting on the throne.

The Raven Lord's gaze pierced through the darkness, allowing him to see the other's appearance clearly.

He was a short, thin man who was extremely ugly, with a wrinkled, skinless face.

He is the master of this place, Irebas!
“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but are wolves in sheep’s clothing.”

Irebas showed no surprise at the arrival of the Raven Lord and began to speak to himself:

"But we must be even more wary of those fools who call themselves heroes and saviors, who lack the intelligence to understand the truth of the world."

Yes, I'm talking about you guys who are born with power, whether you call yourselves emperors or Primarchs.

Chaos is not something that comes into existence; it may never appear.

It was you who shattered the peaceful High Heaven and launched a massive war. You exterminated one peaceful tribe after another and destroyed one kind civilization after another.

You've messed everything up, disrupted what was once a beautiful universe, and caused…”

Phew!

Before Erebbas could finish speaking, the Raven Lord appeared on the throne, his two pairs of lightning claws piercing his ribs and lifting him up.

That being has no interest in listening to the nonsense of heretics and rebels; they prefer to use words to stir up trouble and sow discord.

"Heh~"
You guys are always so impatient and easily angered, full of flaws, and you never like to wait for others to finish speaking.

Blood spilled from Eribas's mouth as he stared at the Raven Lord with a mocking expression: "I know what you want to ask, but I won't tell you, never."

You will wander aimlessly, filled with this doubt, unsure of where you came from or where you are going.

Corax remained silent, only slowly twisting his claws to inflict more pain on his opponent.

Irebas's face was visibly distorted.

But he maintained his smile: "Okay, you win. I'll tell you the answer, and you'll crave that answer..."

As he spoke, the Hand of Fate projected a new message to the Lord of Ravens: a box placed in a chaotic realm, containing the answer the Lord of Fate sought.

All signs indicate that it is true, and he is not lying.

However, Corax erased the magical information without the slightest hesitation.

He finally spoke:
“Your clumsy tricks won’t work. I won’t be fooled by you like that Horus fellow was.”

A hint of surprise appeared on Irebas's face, which had previously been in complete control, as he continued along the original route.

This Raven Lord will likely seek the answer he so desperately craves, and then succumb to mad corruption.

Irebas paused for a moment, then realized something, and smiled again:
"That savior issued a warning, right? Looks like he's one of the less stupid ones out of a bunch of idiots."

He does have a certain degree of qualifications to be my opponent.

Koraks did not answer the question, but it was indeed the Savior who had reminded him in the previous psychic message.

The savior told him not to believe anything that stinking shit said.

If you have any doubts or want to know any answers, you can seek the answers yourself.

Irebas is on its last legs:
"Do you know why the Empire failed? It's because you beings who are born with power are too foolish and arrogant."

You see yourselves as shepherds, arbitrarily interfering in the fate of everyone, yet you ignore the fact that this galaxy does not belong to you, never has been.

It belongs to all life, even to the highest heavens.

He smiled slightly: "I'll tell you one last thing: this is also a trap. I've chosen the most suitable opponent for you."

After Eribus finished speaking, he bowed his head and breathed his last. Then the hall began to crack, and a warp storm swept in.

In the storm, Corax suddenly saw a new flock of crows.

They come from... another version of themselves?!

Then, the surging flock of crows completely overwhelmed the raven lord, and they were all plunged into the vortex of the warp.
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Chaotic subspace, another magnificent hall.

The dome of the hall seemed infinitely high, soaring straight into the sky, with a magical star map encompassing the Milky Way floating above it.

"My clone body is dead. It seems that poor, gloomy Corax has been infected."

Irebas floated in mid-air without any surprise.

He has many clones, so losing one won't make a difference.

The technology came from Fabius, who provided the materials Fabius desired in exchange for some cooperation.

As for threats from the Emperor or Primarchs, Erebas felt no fear.

That false emperor is now just a skeleton on the throne, while the Primarchs are nothing more than the essences that the Chaos Gods extracted from the High Heaven.

“Fools and idiots have never looked at the highest heaven, nor know its wonder.”

Irebas thought to himself.

The High Heaven is selfless; any life can receive its gifts, provided you can have enough influence over things.

Erebas looked down on the Primarchs, who were born with power but did not use it properly.

One's own power is acquired little by little.

He started as a lowly hoodlum and gradually exerted influence and changed his surroundings, like a butterfly stirring up a storm, eventually affecting the entire galaxy.

"This influence is so delicious, granting me a rich gift from the High Heavens, no less than any Primarch or even a Savior..."

Eribas turned around: "Now, even the gods are seeking my cooperation; an even greater impact is about to unfold..."

Behind him, on the towering barrier, four extremely malevolent relief figures radiated boundless power.

Those are the Chaos Gods.

"So, what's your plan?" Khorne's blood-red shadow flickered, brimming with endless violence; his patience was wearing thin.

"all of these!"

Irebas waved his staff, as if lifting a curtain, and numerous petri dishes appeared in the hall.

In the first petri dish, Horus's clone body was floating.

Not only him, but there are many more original clones here.

Irebas patted the petri dish containing Horus, quite pleased with himself:

"The galaxy will burn again..."

"I have found a brilliant path to launch a surprise attack and destroy Holy Terra, extinguishing all hope for the human empire and plunging it into darkness."

"Not enough, meaningless." The ever-changing form of the Lord of Myriad Changes revealed His opinion.

As if he had known all along, the Lord of Changes would ask this question, and his smile grew even more smug:

"I know what you're afraid of, but what if I could eliminate that threat forever?"

(End of this chapter)