Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 695 Savior: Evil God's Methods, I Will Create My Own Cursed Legion!

“Those corrupt elements of the state religion didn’t leave Fanes any chance of survival…”

Ron took a deep breath after spotting the Cyclone Torpedo.

The Cyclone Torpedo is about 60 meters long and has a strong destructive effect on the planetary environment. It is suitable for deployment in low Earth orbit and is a special weapon for carrying out extermination orders.

They possess different attack methods, including nuclear flame, primal plasma, or geomagnetic shock.

Regardless of the form of attack, the ultimate result of the Cyclone Torpedo is to burn up the atmosphere, evaporate the oceans, destroy surface structures, and wipe out all life on the planet!

Normally, only Space Marine Chapters and Inquisitions possess such weapons.

But this is a dark area, and the Third Diocese holds supreme power in the region in the name of the Emperor, so it's not surprising that they could obtain the Cyclone Torpedo.

The ascetics' memories suggest that this was not the first time the Third Diocese had done something like this, and that it had destroyed countless lives within the Empire.

The Third Diocese went to extremes, tolerating no other religious beliefs, not even those of other dioceses within the state church.

They turned their guns on the people of the Empire, their hands stained with human blood and tears.

Some factions of the state religion even have a history of firing on imperial troops in an attempt to prove the "divinity of the emperor."

This is the result of the power of faith being unchecked, and the consequences are simply too numerous to list!
"Once the Misty Starfield is recovered, let Deville take over the local state religion's reform and cleanse those sects stained with innocent blood!"

Because of his good relationship with the Pope, Ron has been relatively moderate towards the state church in recent years, and his religious reforms have not been very radical, but rather he has been guiding.

However, in recent years there has been an increasing amount of negative news about the National Church, especially the heretical practices of the Third Diocese.

This made him completely lose his temper.

More importantly, he already had enough control and was not afraid that the purge of the state religion would shake the foundation of the empire.

"No matter what, we must not let the Cyclone Torpedoes land on the planet's surface!"

As Ron pondered, he maneuvered the mutated hive overlord toward the whirlwind torpedo; he had to stop this terrifying torpedo weapon.

Once it detonates in Fanes, the humans there will most likely perish, and the Kalozasa dynasty will inevitably turn against the empire, sparking a new war.

The Cyclone Torpedo can kill humans and carbon-based life forms, but it may not be able to eliminate all space undead, especially a powerful figure like Zabok.

That will only drive the other party crazy.

As he drew closer, Ron, using the perception of the mutated insect hive overlord, sensed the energy contained within the massive torpedo.

It was a Cyclone torpedo with a two-stage warhead. After detonating on the surface, it would release a bunker-buster warhead into the Earth's core, unleashing a terrifying wave of magma.

Fortunately, I was approaching low Earth orbit, and the Cyclone torpedo had just been released, so it wasn't being excessively pulled by gravity; otherwise, the supersonic acceleration would have been difficult to stop.

It would be difficult to stop, at least in terms of the empire's defensive posture.

However, he is currently operating as a high-level Tyrannical psionic unit, not as an ordinary individual.

In other words, he had a chance to stop that terrifying weapon.

Ron maneuvered the mutated Zergling Overlord to fly next to the Cyclone Torpedo, then let it freefall and move in the same direction as the torpedo.

It forms a relatively static state.

He didn't need to destroy the Cyclone Torpedo; destroying a behemoth over sixty meters long with a shield force field in one fell swoop would be too difficult.

Moreover, the resulting explosion could very likely destroy this high-tier Terran unit, or cause it to crash into the nest below, resulting in secondary explosion damage.

Therefore, a gentler solution is needed, and the best way is to change its direction of movement.

Ron only needs to generate a huge thrust to deflect the trajectory of the Cyclone torpedo.

hiss--

The mutated hive overlord's high-rising head emitted sparks of psionic energy, which then burst forth with psionic thrust.

The bio-energy easily bypassed the shield field and slammed into the side of the whirlwind torpedo.

With a creak, the thick armor on one side of the Cyclone torpedo dented in quite a bit.

Under the influence of thrust, it deviated from its original trajectory and flew at an angle in a new direction, greatly reducing the threat.

Ron predicted that the cyclone torpedo would most likely glide past the planet's atmosphere rather than hit the surface.

This was the best he could do.

What happens next depends on the luck of Fanes.

"Holy crap, we made a mistake!"

The next moment, Ron's consciousness became agitated, and even the cold insect eyes of the mutated insect hive overlord widened.

Along the new trajectory of that Cyclone torpedo, debris from a near-Earth orbit fortress was falling, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, they would collide with it soon.

Then detonate the torpedo!

Ron quickly maneuvered the mutated insect hive overlord toward space, hoping to escape the blast radius of the cyclone torpedo.

Now, no one can stop that thing from detonating.

The moment the mutated insect hive overlord left the atmosphere and entered space, Ron felt a sense of emptiness and silence.

Even the roar of artillery fire could hardly travel after the air medium was removed.

Ron realized something and turned to look into the atmosphere, where a dazzling plasma flame erupted, covering an area of ​​tens of kilometers in the air.

The plasma flames evaporated the air within their coverage area, and the resulting shockwaves continued to spread outwards.

If you look up from the city, you can see the sky formed by flames, with heat and shockwaves spreading in all directions.

Fortunately, the Cyclone Torpedo was detonated in near-Earth orbit, and by the time the heat and shockwaves reached the planet's surface, they were extremely weak, and there was also the protection of the hive structures.

Moreover, based on its trajectory, its most powerful attack method, the second-stage bunker buster warhead, would not hit the Earth's core.

The destructive power of the entire Cyclone Torpedo was greatly reduced.

As for the mutated insect hive overlord controlled by Ron, it was in space, where the heat transmitted through thermal radiation was negligible, and the shockwaves became a booster force.

This will help him fly to the fleet of the Third Diocese more quickly.

"Fanes is incredibly lucky. It's probably the only planet in the Empire's history that survived two Cyclone torpedoes without even being breached!"

Ron looked at the armored flagship of the Third Parish command, which was so close at hand, and felt incredibly fortunate.

He had just discovered the second Cyclone torpedo.

The whirlwind torpedo, impacted by the shockwave of its explosion, grazed past the planet Fanes along the atmosphere.

No harm was caused.

His own divine assistance dealt with two Cyclone torpedoes in one fell swoop; he truly deserves to be called a great savior!
Ron, controlling his Terran unit, lay prone on the armor of the command flagship, feeling quite pleased.

The tension eased considerably, at least for the time being, as Fanes would not be destroyed.

Now all he needs to do is infiltrate the battleship to disrupt the Third Diocese's command structure or find the Archbishop.

Give that heretic and traitor a bloody lesson.

More importantly, I don't know if they have any other Cyclone torpedoes, and if so, they are most likely in the flagship's arsenal.

It would be best to find and destroy those terrible weapons.

Ron, controlling the mutated insect hive overlord, searched along the bottom armor of the flagship for a while before finally finding an entrance that could be infiltrated.

That's the flagship's sewer system.

The mutated insect hive overlord crawled along the dark, murky sewers of the ship.

Ron, through his high level of control, was able to smell the stench of filth through the organs of this high-level Terran unit.

He frowned: "It feels so familiar, like reminiscing about past hardships and appreciating present happiness."

Years later, as he stood before the ship's sewers, Ron recalled that distant afternoon more than a hundred years ago when he first piloted a clone through the sewage pipes to the Lower Nest on Ers.

Back then, Ron was just a governor whose life was precarious, but now he is the emperor of the empire, and he rarely has a moment as inelegant as this.

Even if you experience it through higher-order units of the Teron.

"It's all the fault of those bastards in the Third Parish!"

Ron spat and then added another charge against the heretics and traitors of the Third Diocese.

Fortunately, there were some surprises inside the intricate sewer system at the bottom of the command flagship.

He was no longer fighting alone.

Ron discovered that, like many Imperial ships, the bottom of this command flagship was filthy and teeming with all sorts of strange creatures.

Of course, its most distinctive feature is its cunning, comparable to that of a space cockroach; indeed, wherever there are humans, there is cunning.

From this perspective, this command flagship probably didn't organize much sweeping of the bottom pipes, though there's also the reason that it was cunning and omnipresent.

It might be infiltrated even if it only stays at the airport for a short time.

This is the troublesome thing about cunning creatures; they can hide in any dark corner, waiting for the will of the hive to give them orders before carrying out destructive actions.

But for Ron, who has become a powerful Hive Will, the existence of the cunning one is a good thing.

Even if the psionic beacon is not lit, he can still control the local cunning tribes through high-level Terran units.

He quickly used the mutated insect hive overlord to capture biological signals and took over the control of the cunning creature at the bottom of the command flagship using the Gestalt network.

Then they obtained more information about the command flagship's internal workings.

He controlled the mutated insect hive overlord to lead thousands of cunning thieves in a surprise attack on the ammunition depot that might contain whirlwind torpedoes.

Under normal circumstances, these cunning individuals would not be able to disrupt the order of the ships, but it's different when there are high-ranking Terran units in command.

Especially since they are high-ranking units that can use psionic energy.

After Ron blasted open the warehouse, he found that there were no Cyclone Torpedoes there, so it seemed that they were gone.

He then immediately changed targets, leading his cunning accomplices into the complex tunnels and heading towards the ship's cathedral.

Now that the command ship has detected the raid, it will undoubtedly send its most elite troops to this important warehouse area.

They no longer had time to sabotage other ammunition depots, thereby severely damaging or even destroying the command flagship.

This was the perfect opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the enemy's command center while the elite troops were rushing to the ammunition depot.

That is, the cathedral located in the center of the ship. As the core ship of the state religion, the Third Diocese's battleship flagship had about a quarter of its interior space dedicated to building a magnificent and ornate cathedral.

bang——

Ron used his psionic powers to tear open the pipes, and the sly foxes swarmed out.

"By the Emperor, how dare these damned aliens invade the holy land of the Great Preacher!"

A Crusader unit, whose members had been almost entirely modified, unleashed a barrage of bullets at the thieves, carrying bolt-action rifles.

They were so fanatical that they vowed to defend the great preacher to the death.

The Holy Army of the Third Diocese was no longer considered part of the Imperial Army, but rather the private guard of Archbishop Frederick the Great Evangelist.

They only support that great preacher and regard anyone who does not accept his preaching as a heretic and enemy.

Ron saw the Confessors and Atonement Mechs among that Crusader force.

Those who were regarded as heretics and traitors by the Third Diocese were manipulated into distorted shapes, their bodies connected to numerous cables, and constantly injected with painful and manic drugs.

Extremely wicked.

Despite being physically tortured, they unleashed their fighting prowess, inflicting considerable casualties on the cunning thieves.

"We didn't see any Battle Sisters; they should be traveling with the Crusaders."

Ron looked at the Crusader army and analyzed the biological information he had obtained.

In this situation, either the nuns have parted ways with the Third Church, or they have been cleansed.

Regardless of the outcome, it proves that the Third Diocese was not merely delusional, but had completely betrayed the Empire.

They wielded power in the name of emperors, abused extermination orders, and committed numerous crimes, resulting in the deaths of at least trillions of lives.

The high-ranking officials and those who remain obstinate in the Third Diocese must be completely purged!
Ron looked into the distance.

The vast ship plaza features a magnificent cathedral covered by a stained-glass dome, surrounded by ancient and weathered reliefs.

From the outside, the church appears so holy, but inside lies a deep-seated sin, so much so that one can almost smell the putrid stench of blood.

The infamous Archbishop Frederick, the chief villain of the Third Diocese, was there.

According to the ascetics' recollections, the so-called great preacher enjoyed personally carrying out extermination orders.

To demonstrate their sacredness and supreme status.

This is the power of the empire's upper echelons; once out of control, they can take control of hundreds of planets and gain immense power.

They can influence trillions or even hundreds of trillions of lives; a single order can bring suffering to countless citizens of the empire, and they can do whatever they want.

"Great, sacred?"

Ron gave a cold laugh:
"After losing the checks and balances of the empire, that guy still wants to become a local tyrant and ascend to the altar with the faith of an emperor?!"

To him, that archbishop was a regional heretic and traitor.

Normally, a single order would be enough to send a large army to solve the problem, without me having to worry too much.

But this time is different.

That fool intervened in the Fanes system at a crucial moment; if he had waited even a day longer, he wouldn't be in such a passive position.

Ron even suspected that Tzeentch was plotting against him, since Fanes was a special region that could influence the Vigilant Star campaign.

Otherwise, why would the Third Diocese travel all the way to this remote area to carry out some kind of extermination order?

If Flakeber had truly driven the Kalozasa dynasty, a space necromancer king who believed in emperors, to rebellion, he would not have been spared even if he had died ten thousand times over!
Ron did not linger in battle. He controlled the mutated insect hive overlord and led the cunning army to break through the Crusader's defenses.

His goal was to carry out a decapitation strike using the mutated insect hive overlord, under the cover of his cunning.

With the power of the mutated insect hive overlord and his own spiritual abilities, he wouldn't even need to get close; he could crush that guy's head from afar.

However, the Crusader's defenses still posed some obstacles. Fortunately, a new opportunity arose when a group of Skinners, seemingly attracted by the smell of blood, invaded the command flagship.

The twisted, deformed space ghosts, so hungry, are also attacking the defenses, their target seemingly the cathedral, perhaps because the flesh and blood of the Third Diocese priests are more appealing.

Those creatures, thanks to the offerings from numerous worlds, have maintained their delicate and tender skin.

Some pastors' families may not need to do any work from birth, and believers will serve them even when they are walking, dressing, or using the toilet.

Phanes had been under attack by the skinners all along.

The arrival of such delicious human flesh and blood naturally aroused the interest of the skinners, who considered it a fine collectible.

Although the number of skinners was small, they still changed the course of the battle, resulting in the savior cunning and the space undead jointly attacking the defenses.

The outer defenses collapsed rapidly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ron manipulated the mutated insect hive overlord and more cunning individuals to rush into the main square.

However, his cunning troops were met with a barrage of bullets as soon as they arrived at the main square.

Those were organized Space Marine units, firmly guarding the area where the cathedral was located.

It will be difficult to make a breakthrough in the short term.

The interior of the cathedral is magnificent, with even the central imperial statue adorned with jewels.

The great preacher Flakeber stands in the center of the cathedral.

The archbishop's crimson priestly robes cascaded down to his ankles, with gold-embroidered scriptures subtly flowing in the candlelight.

He stood calmly with his back to the icon, the towering dome casting a shimmering, iridescent light that bathed his silhouette in a sacred glow.

"Listen, how moving are the cries of heretics and aliens! They are so lowly and foolish, daring to resist this sacredness..."

Using his communication equipment, Flake listened to the wails of the people of the Fanes Empire, while the roars of aliens could be heard from outside the church from time to time.

He was enjoying the torment and pain of those who died, which is the consequence of disobeying the great preacher.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop..."

Ansemor, the leader of the Rift Lords' battle group, frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

He was somewhat displeased with the behavior of that imperial preacher.

Their chapter of redemption bears the arduous mission of purging heretics and traitorous knights from the Nakmunde Corridor.

However, this task was too much for a punitive and unsupplied chapter, so they sought assistance from the Third Parish.

However, the archbishop was so powerful that he purged heretics and traitors everywhere, and was also implicitly commanding this Space Marine chapter in the name of the Emperor.

"Ok?"

Flakeber's sharp eyes shot towards the Rift Lord's Chapter Commander, as if he could see through the bewilderment deep within the other's soul.

His voice was old but still authoritative as he questioned, "Do you think the heretics and traitors on Fanes Star who are ruled by aliens should not be put on trial?"
That was the guidance of the Emperor's will!
Or are you, burdened by sin, not yet atone for your sins, yet already plotting to betray your loyalty again and commit another act of disobedience?!

Anselmor looked up at the imperial statue behind the archbishop and ultimately said nothing more.

They are all guilty and have no right to voice any further objections.

If the State Church hadn't shown the Lord of Rift a sliver of mercy during the trial, they would have been sent to the Eye of Terror by now.

"Go, eliminate those pathetic aliens that want to storm the cathedral. When necessary, you will land on the surface and execute those space undead aliens."

As for the heretics, let the Crusaders handle them; they are better suited for this sacred and honorable cleansing.

We have plenty of time to do this, until every drop of the infidel's blood has been shed.

Flakeber said so.

After that, the archbishop's figure disappeared into the candlelight, never once glancing at the imperial statue.

His words are divine pronouncements.

……

The exterior of the cathedral.

With the aid of the Third Diocese, the Rift Lords' battle group was well-equipped and unleashed even greater firepower from their defensive lines.

Skinners and swindlers were kept out of the defenses.

Ron frowned slightly as he watched the cunning thieves fall one after another. Right now, it was impossible to break through the entire battle group with just the mutated hive overlord.

And soon they will come over under the cover of fire to execute the high-level Terran units they control.

That would be bad.

The only possible turning point now is the Emperor's cursed legion. As long as that force appears, it can reverse the entire situation.

However, the sacred army was slow to arrive.

"Isn't this all the work of that troublemaker Tzeentch?"

"You big idiot who gave birth to a son without an anus!"

After receiving the message from the Emperor, Ron immediately launched into a tirade against the troublemaker.

There's a small problem with him that needs to be resolved, which will take some time.

Therefore, the Cursed Legion will arrive later than expected.

Ron felt a little annoyed.

The Cursed Legion is one of the top super-mobile forces in the galaxy and warp, capable of being deployed anywhere regardless of distance.

That was the work of an evil god, belonging to the emperor's own great demon and demon army.

Such a force can play a significant role at crucial locations and times.

Even to turn the tide of the war.

"If only I had a legion like that, I wouldn't have to wait so anxiously for the Emperor's support..."

Ron thought to himself.

He gritted his teeth: "Damn it, I'll do it now. It's a minor evil god, I refuse to believe I can't make it work."

Given the time difference between subspace and the Milky Way, there should still be enough time!

(End of this chapter)