Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 678 Savior: Arriving in the Vigilant Star War Zone, No One Understands Micro-Management Better Than Me!
Irebus is so confident.

He knew what the Chaos Gods feared; because of the existence of the False Emperor, even conquering Holy Terra would not be of much significance.

They dared not risk becoming gods through false emperors, so they destroyed the Holy Terra and the Golden Throne, thus unleashing an endless stream of chaotic demons.

However, the False Emperor is not invincible; there are many more ancient artifacts in the galaxy that can threaten him.

Eribus gazed at the Chaos Gods before him: "Great Warp Gods, I have found a way to eliminate the threat of the False Emperor."

Admittedly, we cannot completely kill the false emperor, but we can block and isolate his influence.

Once the empire and its savior lose the support of the false emperor's authority, they will be utterly vulnerable!

Irebas gently raised his hand, and a small, smooth black object floated into the air, exuding an undeniable sense of strangeness that shut out all surrounding light.

Not only that, but even subspace energy was excluded.

The Chaos Gods gazed at the black creation before them, and a hint of caution appeared on their faces; they could sense the power of that thing.

Then they turned their attention to Eribas.

We await his explanation.

Iribus felt the increasing pressure on his body and took a deep breath.

He knew he had to give the gods a satisfactory answer, or he would be in danger.

But this feeling is even more exciting.

Because risk often comes with greater reward, the full support of the gods can grant one unimaginable armies and power.

Such cooperation is far superior to any so-called divine choice; it's roughly equivalent to the difference between allies and slaves.

"It's called Shadow Light, what a beautiful name, isn't it?"

Eribus gazed at the black creation of his predecessor and explained its origins: "The Light of Shadow was discovered on an Imperial planet called Peria. It was a component of a larger machine scattered throughout the planet."

The Imperial Mechanicus studied the Shadow Light and discovered that it could alter the structure of the real universe itself.

Any contact with it may awaken latent spiritual power, but almost everyone who comes into contact with it dies as a result; the side effects are extremely terrible.

They suspect that this creation is capable of absorbing subspace energy and influencing reality.

The Empire feared the power of the Shadow Light and refused to use it, even sealing it away, until that fool Abaddon's forces attacked Peria and seized some of the machinery.

After the Black Legion was attacked, those things fell into the hands of the Space Necromancers, those mechanical scaffolds…

Eribus kept talking, and you could sense the gods' impatience, but he liked it that way.

Even the true gods of the subspace, those great beings, must patiently stop and listen to their own words.

There aren't many opportunities like this.

He gently stroked the Shadow Light and continued, "In any case, this artifact eventually fell into my hands, its true owner."

I convened the Chaos Technicians for further in-depth research.

Ultimately, it was determined that the Shadow Light was a creation of the Old Ones, who forged this exceptionally powerful artifact as a last resort during their war against the Star Gods.

Eribas looked up at the Chaos Gods, his tone becoming fanatical: "In other words, the purpose of this magnificent artifact at its inception was... to kill gods!"

He had barely finished speaking when he was overcome with an indescribable sense of suffocation.

This dark apostle, the Hand of Fate, was lifted into the air by the neck by some force, his skin scorched by the molten lava.

Khorne, the Blood God, was almost out of patience and bound Eribus with fel energy: "You juggling clown, don't think you're something just because you've touched the steps."

Tell us what that thing really does!

To the Chaos Gods, all beings except the Cursed are inferior life forms.

It is difficult to contend with oneself.

Whether it's the Irebas before us or the savior.

That savior is like a tough little squirrel to handle, a bit hard to kill, and his subspace tunnel boring machine is constantly making noise, which is quite annoying.

Their true enemies, those who pose a deadly threat, have always been each other and the cursed.

Of course, the Chaos Gods were unwilling to admit that they did indeed want to eliminate the threat of the Cursed and kill the Savior.

Therefore, they need help.

Irebas was unable to resist and was constantly eroded by the flames.

Just as his clone was about to be destroyed, the Blood God finally let go.

Irebas crashed to the ground, but his face was full of smiles.

He won his gamble; the Chaos Gods needed him.

He knew all too well how much the Chaos Gods hated the False Emperor and needed his help in the galaxy to eliminate the threat posed by that being.

"Once the Shadow Light is fully assembled, its powerful modification capabilities will be enough to influence the veil between the warp and reality, making it even more difficult to break through."

Once we can bring the assembled Shadow Light into the Holy Terra Palace, we can use it to completely seal off and isolate the False Emperor.

To make them true prisoners.

No matter how powerful he is, he's nothing more than an eternally imprisoned sun.

Iribus slowly rose to his feet and used magic to illuminate the galactic star map above his head:
"Of course, thanks to the savior's redeployment, the solar system's defenses are now much stronger than before."

But it is not impregnable. I have found the optimal route, a broken network that leads to the solar system.

The Savior prefers large-scale military operations and often uses the network to frequently move the Empire's troops, which can lead to a certain degree of weakening of the defenses in the relevant areas.

That's his weakness.

As he spoke, Eribus marked one empire's defense zone after another on the galactic star map.

So clear.

Over the years, he had been studying the character of the Savior, as well as the deployment and troop movement routes of the Imperial army.

This is the power he wields, enabling him to better analyze the patterns of things and guide them toward destruction.

His goal was the empire.

"With the help of the Great and Ever-Changing Lord, I have obtained more information about the Empire."

The Savior desperately needs the Black Stone and will inevitably launch a campaign against the Vigilant Star region, sending even more troops there.

Irebas pointed to the star map of the Vigilant Star region and said, "With the Savior's current forces, it is very likely that he can take that place, but he will most likely act cautiously."

Therefore, we need to intensify the fighting there, introduce more forces and conflicts, and force the Savior to commit more imperial troops.

As they spoke, the route of the Empire's troop movements appeared on the galactic star map, a prediction from the Hand of Fate.

"That's not enough. I will also trigger crises and disasters in more places, keeping the savior and the empire busy and unable to cope, and mobilizing wave after wave of imperial troops."

Eribus's tone turned cold: "That will be more war, torture and death. We don't need to win, we just need to draw out more Imperial troops."

Furthermore, we must utilize the power of the aliens to create even more gaps in our defenses.

In an instant, red dots appeared one after another on the Milky Way star map, and crises broke out in various star regions, especially the exorcism death zone of space ghosts.

He will detonate a large number of Cyclone Torpedoes there to enrage the space undead and ignite the hatred of the machine-hating lifeforms for the Empire.

That was Eribus's plan: he would seize the gap in the defenses between the Saviors and the Empire, and lead Horus and other Primarch clones, along with the Chaos Alliance, to attack Holy Terra.

Until they stormed the palace.

That would cause far more damage than the Horus Rebellion; the solar system would be engulfed in flames, Holy Terra would fall, and the Custodians would die one by one.

He would then activate the Shadow Light, severing the false emperor's connection to reality, and then tear the false emperor's bones off the golden throne and trample them.

The savior will regret defying the hand of fate!
“Great God, this is my plan.”

Eribus looked up at the Chaos Gods, his gaze changing: "Such a massive plan cannot be accomplished by me alone; I need your full support."

The ultimate spoils were the imprisonment and humiliation of that false emperor—what a wonderful deal!

Eribas's eyes were filled with anticipation; the support of the Chaos Gods was the final piece of the puzzle for this grand plan.

The fel-powered statues of the Chaos Gods exchanged glances and then reached an agreement:
“Eribas, you cunning little thing, we will support whatever you do, you better pray you can accomplish it all.”

Otherwise, what you lose will be a thousand times more cruel than what you gain…

After promising their help, the Chaos Gods slowly disappeared, and they had to gather the necessary demon army and resources from the High Heavens.

That's not a small number.

"As you wish!"

Irebas bowed respectfully as he saw off his allies.

He approached the petri dish and looked excitedly at the slumbering Horus inside: "My dear Warlord, this time you will fulfill your long-cherished wish, guided by the hand of destiny."

As for that savior, that not-so-stupid fool, he'll be completely outmaneuvered by the great Erebas. Erebas paced within the hall, feeling the surge of power within him; the effects had already begun.

What should I do now?
He suddenly realized something, and the smile on his skinless face widened: "I should first send a challenge to the savior, so that guy knows the tragic fate he is about to face..."

Iribus was quite expectant, knowing that the savior would be unaware that he had mastered the other's psionic frequency.

hum~
The veil of evil energy rose, and the savior's astonished face appeared on it.

Eribus forcibly projected evil energy into the Savior and established a connection, which was extremely offensive.

He stared at the savior, his voice hoarse: "Savior, your glory has ended, the last hope of the empire will be given to the great..."

"What are you babbling about? Who are you? Can't you see I'm busy? From now on, no more sending psionic harassment messages, or you'll be waiting for the Grey Knights to come knocking."

Get out! "

However, before Iribus could finish speaking, the savior impatiently hung up and blocked him.

???

Irebas remained silent for a long time, his withered face visibly flushed.

What a disgrace it is that savior dares to ignore me!
"Good good."

Irebas took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

He gave orders to his Word Bearers, his voice slightly out of control: "Immediately detonate the Whirlwind Torpedoes in the Silent King's territory, and... you all go to the Vigilant Star region."

"Move more troops there, summon more demons, chaos, I want more chaos..."

Irebas hopes that the Vigilant Star region will descend into unprecedented chaos, and that the Silent King and the disasters erupting everywhere will overwhelm the Savior.

The arrogant savior thought he could gain the upper hand in the Vigilant Star region, but in reality, he would encounter unprecedented setbacks.

Under his own guidance, he will face all enemies in the galaxy and the warp!

……

Dreamship, War Conference Hall.

"...Get out!"

After angrily rebuking the heretics and rebels who were harassing him, Ron cut off contact and blocked them—it was all so smooth and seamless.

He waved to his silent second-in-command, Tarco, and his Primarch brothers beside him: "It's alright, you guys continue."

After finishing speaking, Ron sat back down in his chair, rubbing his temples as he looked slightly tired.

There's been a lot going on lately.

Whether it's the Battle of Vigilant Star, the Empire's deepening reform process, large-scale projects involving several star systems, the overall relocation plan for Holy Terra, or the various crises that are about to erupt.

All of it piled up at once.

That's beyond the capacity of the Savior's Lands to handle, and many projects may need to be suspended, such as some large-scale projects or relocation plans.

Ron knew, of course, that it was Iribas who had just contacted him.

The Corax brothers have lost contact for some reason, and it is highly likely that they have fallen into the other party's trap.

That shameless guy is definitely here to mock me, why let him succeed?
The best way to deal with such annoying and disgusting heretics and rebels is to isolate them or physically destroy them permanently.

Things have to be done one by one. I should take the Vigilant Star and the Black Stone deposits inside first, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully.

Ron looked up at the star map of the warning star region above the war conference hall, which was marked with one red dot after another, densely packed.

Each red dot represents an army belonging to different races and factions, creating a complex web of relationships.

Almost all the powers in the galaxy and the subspace are there.

Vigilant Star Fortress World, New Zirconium, Qudi XII, Celestial Ring Star, Omis, Nirvana Star, etc.

On the dozens of planets and asteroids in that star field, there were armies and wars from all sides, and even brains were being fought.

Hundreds of wars are taking place every moment in the Vigilant Star Region, making it the biggest meat grinder in the galaxy, and the Empire is just one side of it.

Ron had previously considered using the network route to mobilize the largest Imperial army in history and push through in one wave.

But now he has a vague feeling that this is not right, especially after Irebas appeared; it's too risky.

It's better to deploy an appropriate army and win through strategy.

That would be safer.

Simply put, it means that he, the savior, is going to show off his micro-management skills, and gradually nibble away at more territory on the most chaotic battlefield in the galaxy.

Thus, victory was achieved.

That would require considering the balance of power among various parties, and forming alliances and counter-alliances.

From a certain perspective, I do have friends on Vigilant Star.

Ron looked at one of the planets on the star map—Omis, which turned out to be the home world of the Tau Empire.

We've just lost contact for a long time.

Unfortunately, the Vigilant Star region has a rather strange time system due to its abundant blackstone deposits and vigorous warp energy; time there is completely out of sync with the Empire's.

The flow rates are all different.

That's also why Ron was unwilling to send so many troops there. If the main imperial army stayed there for too long, who knows how long it would take for the imperial forces to arrive, or what might happen next?

Therefore, he planned to lead an Imperial army there alone, while his Primarch brothers, including Leon, would be responsible for guarding the Imperial territory.

Ron assessed that he still had room to maneuver.

Whether it's the Tau Empire, the Dark Eldar, or the Orks, there's always the possibility of winning them over, which would allow them to continuously expand their armies.

They could also use Diablo's name to recruit local workers.

This is how we achieve our goal of increasing our numbers through repeated battles, ultimately occupying the warning star area.

Of course, that's not easy either, since that region has been disconnected from the Milky Way for a long time and has developed its own unique ecosystem.

"This battle will be of paramount importance."

After I take over the Vigilant Star, Imperial technology will take off, many ideas for suppressing the warp will be realized, and powerful weapons will be manufactured to defend against future threats.

There aren't many more battles like this left, and they must be fought under my watch..."

Ron pondered, quite looking forward to the spoils that were about to be his.

He'd been drooling over those black stones for ages.

The Empire's chances of winning are quite high now, but we cannot be blindly optimistic.

Because the current data is outdated, no one knows how much time has passed in the vigilant star region or what has happened.

Moreover, the number of aliens in that area is terrifying, especially the space undead, which are a major threat to the Empire. No one knows whether the Silent King will set his sights on that place.

We can only take one step at a time.

Soon after, Ron received bad news: the Exorcist Dead Zone was showing signs of activity and seemed to be expanding outwards again.

Fortunately, there are now enough Primarch brothers. He arranged for Leon to lead an army to investigate and to set up defenses as much as possible in preparation for a possible war.

Meanwhile, the Khan and Peturab continued to guard the empire's borders, strengthening defenses in various locations and ready to provide support at any time.

After these arrangements are made.

Ron then led an Imperial army to the Vigilant Star region, accompanied by a group of Chaos Warriors, Dark Eldar, Orks, and elite Terran troops.

He must get there as soon as possible, get the latest information, and ideally, resolve the situation quickly.

Fortunately, the Empire was not without a foothold in the Vigilant Star region; several years ago, Karga, the commander of the Limitless Legion, went there to maintain order.
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The outer airspace of the warning star.

The void was covered with dark, scarred patterns, and one could vaguely see many vortexes formed by gravity.

They continue to influence this area over time.

An indescribable darkness and restlessness enveloped the entire starry sky, to the point that one could smell blood.

The life in this star system has spent countless years in war, to the point that it has become accustomed to it.

hum~
The Dream, leading a large fleet, crashed out of the warp, shattering the peace here.

Observe the dome.

"So this is the warning planet region? It's certainly unique..."

Ron gazed at the chaotic and eerie void in the distance, feeling quite emotional.

He had barely arrived when he encountered some of the local specialties.

In the distant sky, a Chaos Warband and a Tyranid branch were ganging up on an Eldar ark the size of an asteroid.

(End of this chapter)