Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 696 Emperor: Is this still the Cursed Legion? Have you gone astray?!
Ron’s consciousness quickly detached itself from the battle in Cathedral Square and plunged into the warp, immersing itself in the surging waves of faith.

This area is suitable for him to exercise his powers and create his own cursed legion.

He took a deep breath:

"From this moment on, perhaps I have truly become a member of the warp 'evil gods', able to create my own 'demons' and command a warp force in the manner of a god."

The chaotic gods and any beings that come into contact with the ladder to godhood can create their own demons.

They can be deployed to any region of the subspace or summoned to the galaxy, and can be resurrected even if killed.

Those were near-perfect subspace life forms, carrying the power and concepts of their creators, enabling the gods who controlled them to possess an army that was virtually immortal.

Even a powerful being like the Emperor possesses its own 'demon' army, which is full of human characteristics.

That is the Cursed Legion.

The Cursed Legion is a mysterious force that appears on the battlefield multiple times, only to vanish suddenly.

Covered in black power armor that burned with flames, they could not be killed by any physical attacks; even power swords and sorcery could hardly cause them much damage.

Moreover, it can fire ammunition far exceeding the capacity of its weapons.

Even more terrifying is that the Cursed Legion always manages to appear on the most important battlefields and wreak havoc!
"The Cursed Legion is composed entirely of elite troops. I wonder if the Imperial Guard can defeat them?"
In terms of sheer casualties, the Imperial Guard would be utterly crushed. From this perspective, the Cursed Legion should be humanity's strongest elite force, bar none.

"In other words, isn't that just a warp demon with the power of green-skinned monsters, disguised as Space Marines?!"

Ron complained, but his mouth was watering with envy.

Who wouldn't want to possess such power and troops, to have a powerful armed force that can be deployed at will?

That is about the power of the soul, which can reshape the souls of its believers and bring them back to the material world.

However, creating such subspace life is extremely difficult, and very few beings have been able to do so.

"Time is of the essence, and I don't know if I can succeed this time..."

Ron sighed.

He had tried several times before, all of which failed, and he almost caused those souls to become completely lost in the warp.

Over the past ten thousand years, the souls of the empire's most powerful warriors have, after their deaths, returned to the throne and were controlled by the emperor.

If he ever turns evil, he will naturally possess an endless array of cursed demon warriors.

They don't have more than fifty years to collect souls on their own, unlike emperors who have an endless supply of powerful souls to choose from, and they don't have many chances to try.

The costs of trial and error are different.

What's more troublesome is that even the emperor can't teach him this, as the power and structure of the two sides are completely different.

"Fortunately, after the Goddess of Life mastered Aletan's soul circuits and the fragments of the Eldar Death God's avatar, I indirectly gained a better understanding of the soul."

Ron recalled the psionic structure when the Holy Sun mobilized the Cursed Legion, and combined this with his understanding of the Eldar soul circuits, he began his own experiment.

He pondered:

"That might be a combination of faith, spiritual power, and psionic networks. Evil gods use this system to create and control demons."

However, the system of powers I possess is somewhat disorganized, making it difficult to integrate them into a cohesive whole…

In order to create his own system, Ron used almost all of his power and wisdom:
The hope is for the faith in the sun, the power of life, the Greenskin psionic network, the Teren Gestalt network, and the Eldar soul circuits.

That was an extremely difficult system to create, requiring the entire system of powers to be in operation.

The Chaos Gods and the five "evil gods," including the Emperor, might be able to operate their systems with ease, but it would be very difficult for Ron.

If the Five Great Evil Gods' system is a major brand in the subspace, then I am a major copycat.

He skimmed off bits and pieces from here and there, and apart from the Hope Sun, everything else was a rebranded product. He had copied almost all the major races and factions in the subspace and galaxy.

Or perhaps the hope is that the sun itself is responsible for branding, which is why the Chaos Gods now see themselves as a thorn in their side.

They not only exploited them, but also used various counterfeit and inferior faiths to infiltrate their domain, seriously disrupting the faith market in the galaxy and subspace.

Hard to guard against.

The advantage of doing this is its versatility, and it can also devour the market share of "big brands". The disadvantage is that it is a bit too complicated, with the main focus being on one powerful brick.

"Hmm, this should be a good idea. Let's add some Greenskin networks, some Eldar circuits, and the Hope Sun faith path."

I figured this approach should be fine...

Ron was frantically busy manipulating the Hope Sun.

He adds a little here and a little there, trying his best to "piece together" the system of power he controls, and then mix it up.

They were combined into a new system of power operation, and then infused with the power of faith in the sun of hope.

To get it running.

"Perfect, there shouldn't be any problems now."

After Ron completed all of this, he experienced the operating system of the counterfeit savior sovereign energy.

Although the power system inside the Hope Sun looks strange, it operates very smoothly.

He was very satisfied; the system was already operational and usable.

Now he has the initial form of an "evil god" and is able to create his own cursed army.

It can at least cope with the current situation and combat needs, and can be gradually improved and optimized later.

"Come on, see the power of my precious cursed legion!"

Ron rubbed his hands together, then poured the loyal souls he controlled into them, reshaping their lives and bodies to make them warp lifeforms.

But the next moment he was stunned; the warrior's soul he had poured into the body seemed to have no reaction.

After that, Ron changed the way he shaped the soul, and after a lot of fuss, he finally got it done.

He was very excited: "He's practically the perfect cursed warrior!"

Although Ron didn't know what the final result would look like, it all depended on this system and the shaping power of the Hope Sun faith.

But in any case, it was a cursed legion with its own unique characteristics.

As the energy of his faith surged, he gradually became tense.

The battlefield on the Third Diocese's command flagship is about to collapse; the Skinners and the Savior's cunning defensive lines are crumbling.

More importantly, every second he delayed meant more people on Fanes died from the fleet's bombing.

The chances of the Kalozasa dynasty rebelling would also increase.

If the other party betrays you, it will be an outcome that you will find difficult to accept!
"Never mind that, let's send my Cursed Legion there first!"

The moment Ron realized his cursed legion had formed, he used psionic coordinates to send them there.

……

Third Diocese Command Flagship

Cathedral Square.

The intense firepower of the Rift Lords and the Crusaders created a dense barrage, leaving almost no chance of survival within its coverage area.

The fanatical Crusaders, as if they had lost their minds, charged madly at the savior, the cunning one, and forced him back step by step.

The Space Marines surrounded the mutated Hive Overlord controlled by Ron, and even bio-psionic powers could not withstand them.

Their chief think tank also possesses extremely powerful psychic energy.

"No wonder that guy Frederick was able to rule the Third Diocese and destroy the other state religions."

The Rift Lords chapter he commands is considered one of the Empire's more powerful chapters.

Ron's consciousness returned to the mutated insect hive overlord, and he thought to himself.

It's not surprising that Space Marine chapters are subordinate to the upper echelons of the Imperial State Church; for a considerable period, the State Church was practically synonymous with the Empire, wielding immense power.

After the Horus Rebellion, the Space Marines were stripped of many of their powers, and to put it bluntly, they were reduced to the Imperium's henchmen and elite assault forces.

In particular, those Redemption Warbands, driven by their own feelings of guilt, were manipulated by some high-ranking members of the state religion in the name of the emperor.

The warriors of the Redemption Order were filled with confusion and helplessness, feeling that they were born with original sin and hoping to atone for their sins by obeying orders and fighting for the Emperor.

Ron wrote down all the Space Marine chapters of the Imperium, which numbered about a thousand.

The Rift Lords before us are one of the chapters condemned to atone for their sins, and their gene seed should originate from Guilliman.

If Old Guy knew that his genetic offspring were being manipulated and treated like this, I wonder if he'd be furious!
However, this outcome seems to be of his own making. He single-handedly disbanded those legions, broke up the Space Marines, and stripped them of their power.

"Old Gay created this mess himself, and it's affecting me too."

Ron sighed deeply, looking at the Primarch offspring charging towards him, his expression filled with worry.

This is a dilemma.

Of course, he wasn't worried that the Rift Lords Chapter would affect his plans, or that his Cursed Legion was about to arrive; rather, he was unwilling to harm the warriors of these Redemption Chapters.

It's a pity they died because they were wrongly manipulated by the state religion.

"Let bones serve as monuments, let the soul be the fire!"

"Execute the alien insects!"

The Rift Lord's warriors roared and charged forward, attempting to kill the mutated Zerg Overlord attacking the cathedral.

The cunning men rushed forward, blocking the onslaught, and fell one by one into pools of blood.

Before the mutated insect hive overlord, the cunning creatures formed a shield of flesh and blood to block the incoming bullets, and the number of corpses at its feet also increased.

The warriors surrounded them, and Ron was able to control fewer and fewer cunning individuals.

hiss--

Ron's mutated insect hive overlord roared fiercely on the "hill of cunning corpses," unleashing extremely powerful psionic energy.

A powerful psionic dome pierced through the dome and disappeared into the void; it was a psionic coordinate.

In an instant, a gentle golden light enveloped the area where the mutated insect hive overlord was located, as if some powerful life form was about to arrive.

"Watch out! The alien has launched a special psionic attack!"

"What exactly is that?!"

The Space Marines stared in disbelief at the golden curtain before them.

The psionic veil created by the Tyranids is strange; it has never appeared in the Chapter's records.

What surprised them even more was that the alien psionic veil exuded a familiar aura.

That's too imperial!

Faced with this unknown, the warriors of the Rift Lord temporarily halted their advance, remaining extremely vigilant.

At the same time, the Hope Sun in the subspace region experienced an unprecedented tremor.

???

The Emperor felt the vibrations of the Sun of Hope, and while confronting the Chaos Gods in the higher dimensions, he also turned his gaze over to them.

After discovering what the savior was doing, he was shocked and felt a little numb.

This human lord was rambling incoherently, even revealing his foul mouth:
"This...is this still the Cursed Legion? What the hell are you doing?!"

Ron was excited, hoping the sun would stand with its hands on its hips, looking very assertive:
"Oh, hey, hey, this isn't my fault. Your troops were delayed, so I had no choice but to do this."

"You wait, my Cursed Legion is coming soon, you son of a bitch, the Lord of Change, I'll fucking kill you!"

These words silenced the emperor. He then uttered a sentence that created an even more violent tremor in the higher-dimensional space.

A faint scream could be heard.

"Sigh, the Emperor has quite a temper..."

Ron was quite emotional, in a state of high spirits, feeling that he had now reached another level.

If one can summon "demons," one might even be able to create a savior "great demon." This is not a simple blessing, but a deeper level of creation.

He turned his attention to the cathedral square where the Third Diocese command flagship was located, where a new change had occurred, much like a veil of holy light.

This sudden change attracted the attention of many.

A figure in a red priest's robe appeared on the high platform at the entrance of the cathedral, accompanied by a tall warrior.

That was Archbishop Frederick.

Upon noticing the veil created by the Humble Alien, he immediately went out to investigate with the Commander of the Ansemore Chapter.

Flakeber frowned slightly and asked, "Do you know what that is? Could it pose a threat to the cathedral?"

Ansermer's eyes also showed a hint of surprise, and he shook his head:
“We have never seen such a form of alien attack before, but according to the think tank’s report, it did not show any aggressiveness and was more like a high-level… teleportation spell.”

This thing is a bit strange to the empire.

Flakeber's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, filled with utter confusion and a hint of surprise.

The curtain created by that humble alien was somewhat like the scene of a living saint descending; he had been fortunate enough to witness it once.

"Could it be the power of the God-Emperor descending? But surely His power couldn't have descended upon the aliens?"

Even more bizarrely, whispers and murmurs from the subspace could be heard constantly emanating from that curtain.

The whispers, however, lacked their usual malevolence; instead, they evoked a familiar feeling, like the sacred music of imperial loyalty.

On the alien veil, they saw psychic cherubim and holy nuns, products of the state religion or empire.

Moreover, the flying cherubim were also strange; why did they have such pointed foreheads?
Before they could react, even more rousing music and the roars of humanoid creatures came from the other side of the alien psionic barrier.

dong dong dong-

At the same time, the metal floor of the cathedral square seemed to be trampled by something, producing heavy footsteps.

"loyalty!"

With a roar, a towering warp-space being stepped out from behind the curtain and appeared in the grand plaza.

That was Ron's Cursed Legion.

Each of the cursed warriors is about four meters tall.

They were engulfed in pale golden flames, covered in heavy golden armor, and adorned with golden mechanical wings; their entire being was the color of loyalty.

Those heavy armors were so exquisite, a fusion of human and Eldar artistic styles.

"Sneaky?!"

“The Emperor…”

The archbishop and the chapter commander finally lost their composure and were terrified.

What's unsettling is that those cursed warriors have bulging heads, four arms, and ferocious claws, exuding a terrifying aura.

The Crusaders and Space Marines in the cathedral area stared blankly as the tall, cunning alien figure emerged from behind the veil, his chest adorned with an Imperial Aquila, carrying a bolt-action weapon and a chainsaw sword, gleaming with gold.

Such a complex and bizarre combination of elements left them deeply bewildered, and even their cerebellar nerve centers were struggling to process it.

Even the skinners, who were licking blood, froze, their worldviews being shattered.

They had only one thought in their minds: This messed-up world is really in chaos!
Before people could react, the Cursed Chicken Thief, under Ron's command, launched a loyal charge with a 'WA' sound.

(End of this chapter)