Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 713 Savior: I should be stronger than the emperor back then, right?!
"Irebas probably wants to rush into low Earth orbit and complete the destruction plan that Abaddon failed to finish."

"Using the Blackstone Vibrator in conjunction with the Blackstone Crown, the Vigilant Star was destroyed, causing immense damage to the Empire..."

Ron's expression turned serious as he thought about this.

No matter what, I must stop Irebas.

But stopping that guy won't be easy, especially with Horus around. Horus is the vessel of the Chaos Gods, a being beyond the Primarch.

Even the previously corrupted Angron was probably no match for him.

Previously, the only person in the empire capable of dealing with Horus was the Emperor himself.

If other Primarchs went up there, they would probably just die, just like Sangilius did back then.

They were brutally murdered.

Now that the old emperor is unable to intervene, he can only rely on himself, the newly appointed emperor.

If I don't go into battle, no one can defeat the resurrected Horus, the chosen one of the gods.

Ron was still a little nervous about the upcoming battle, as he would be facing the power of the Chaos Gods.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the chaotic gods, who have devoured countless human lives, are actually much stronger than they were ten thousand years ago.

That also means that the resurrected Horus is stronger than before, belonging to one of the galaxy's top military forces.

"In terms of strength, I should be a little stronger than the emperor back then, right?"

Ron estimated his own strength and thought to himself.

At that time, the emperor had not yet ascended the golden throne and was blessed by the empire's billions of believers.

With the support of the Sun, especially the power of Diablo on the dark side, and being on the main battlefield of the galaxy, the probability of being defeated is not high.

But that's just speculation; nobody knows what kind of unexpected event might happen next.

Ron knew that what was to come was a fierce battle, and if he could win this boarding action, he would have practically won the Vigilant Star campaign.

Once Horus and the Blackstone Oscillator are dealt with, this chaotic galaxy will no longer have any armed forces that can rival it.

He looked up at the corridor, the road covered with blood and flesh, constantly oozing tar-like black blood.

"Your Majesty, the navigation instruments have stopped working, and time and space in the corridor are in a state of chaos."

We're afraid we can no longer show you the way.

The commander of the Imperial Guards knelt down and reported the current situation with shame.

Due to the diffusion properties of Blackrock into the Warp, this Blackrock Omen Ark amplified a portion of the Chaos Fel energy, causing the interior of the ship to merge with the Warp.

Even the corridor in front of them seemed to change length and length, and time flowed sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.

This is very similar to the scene when the emperor challenged the traitor Horus, and the Imperial Guard was just as powerless as they were back then.

That is why they felt even more ashamed, for for the past ten thousand years they had obeyed the imperial edict and stayed in the palace, and had hardly conducted any in-depth research on the subspace.

Ron said nothing, but simply gestured for the Imperial Guard commander to rise.

He had anticipated the current situation:

"That's not your responsibility, and besides, I can find my way in the labyrinth of the High Heavens."

"Stay close, I need your strength to defend against the enemy and reduce my stamina consumption."

He brought the Imperial Guard with him to conserve his fighting strength so that he could be in better condition to deal with Horus.

Asking these warriors to find their way in the warp is truly a difficult task. Given the current complexity, even high-level psionicists would struggle, and might even go insane.

quack-

At this moment, the tar-like black blood congealed, forming the giant face of Eribas.

He was so smug: "Savior, you've come later than I expected."

Unfortunately, you had no chance to stop me. You have already lost this war, defeated by Erebas.

I know you won't give up, so come find me. I love seeing you struggle, heh—"

Ron was too lazy to trash talk with Irebas.

He merely raised his eyes, and an invisible psychic force gripped the neck of the black-blooded face, rendering him speechless.

Then, an even stronger force erupted, completely crushing the face formed by the black blood, which surged and raged through the corridor like a flood.

It was as if a battle horn had sounded, and countless demons emerged from the black blood, rushing towards this side.

Ron looked at the approaching demon with a cold smile:
"Why go to all this trouble to stop me?"

"It seems you haven't truly mastered the Blackstone Vibrator yet, or the ship hasn't reached a position where it can launch an attack."

Inside the chaotic corridor, black blood continued to rise, almost reaching everyone's waist.

Such minor obstacles were no match for the elite Imperial Guards.

hum~
The elite Imperial Guards, clad in golden eagle armor, ignited the force field of their spears, leaping high into the air and charging towards the demons.

They formed a formidable wall, shielding Ron's advance, and any demons that tried to get close were pierced and destroyed.

These elite Imperial Guards knew how to kill demons, and their methods were extremely skillful.

Under the cover of the elite Imperial Guards, Ron strode forward. The murky, obstructive black blood that others saw seemed to vanish before him.

He quickly reached the end of the corridor and then crossed the seemingly endless passageway.

We arrived at another area.

Strangely, the next area suddenly turned into an unfamiliar scene, no longer inside the ship.

It's more like a strange, deep sea teeming with aquatic monsters.

This is the danger of the subspace labyrinth; the interconnected areas can cause almost anyone to get lost.

Faced with the high-pressure underwater environment, Ron and the elite Imperial Guards had to activate the internal circulation of their armor to maintain their breathing.

Fortunately, such extreme conditions were not a major problem for the elite Imperial Guards.

Especially considering that the Skyhawk Armor has undergone another round of optimization and modification.

They slaughtered all the aquatic monsters, leaving behind seawater stained red, and then reached another region.

We made our way step by step toward our destination.

He even beheaded thirteen Chaos Demons in succession, causing them to die in agony.

"Savior, you've killed us!"

"Save us!"

"Ah, I really want to survive..."

However, when Ron and his group arrived in front of the target hall, they saw a wall made up of humans.

That was a cruel creation specially built by Erebas, using humans as a cover, and further humiliating himself, the savior and emperor of the empire.

If he wanted to enter the hall, he would have to destroy the walls of these humans and personally kill hundreds of thousands or even millions of human lives.

What's even more infuriating is that with every step Ron and the Imperial Guard take, the skeletal demons embedded in the long corridor kill humans with bone spikes and flames.

"stop!"

"Savior, we beseech your redemption and save our lives."

The humans cried out in agony.

How they wished the savior, the emperor, and the royal guards would stop.

Ron knew perfectly well that it was a trick by Iribus.

Even if it can't stop me from moving forward, I still have to disgust myself a little. I truly deserve to be called the stinkiest piece of dog shit in the galaxy.

He finally lost his temper, and the crimson flames burned the corridor into glass, while the human wall was sent to another dimension by the flames, saving them.

That took a lot of effort.

This area, which merges with the warp, allows this warp deity to wield even greater power.

"I am coming.

"Erebas, Horus, and the warp scum hiding behind the scenes..."

Ron arrived at a large alloy door fused with the flesh and blood of a skeleton, and could sense the evil behind the door and the special energy emanating from the black stone.

Those guys and the Black Stone Vibrator were right behind the door.

He raised his leg and kicked it hard, causing the more than ten-meter-high gate to collapse and reveal the hall behind it.

When Ron saw the interior of the hall, he was stunned. The hall had long since been transformed into a Chaos Temple.

The ground was a mixture of semi-solidified metal and chunks of flesh, while the lights had transformed into living, eyeball- or tooth-shaped objects that moved slowly.

They immediately turned their attention to it.

Moreover, this Chaos Temple is more like a replica of the Throne Hall of the Holy Terra Palace, and even the central throne is very similar to the Golden Throne.

Now, sitting on the throne is not the skeleton of an emperor, but the Dark Apostle, the Hand of Fate, Erebas, that shameless scoundrel who sided with the Chaos Gods.

"Where is Horus?" Ron looked at the scene and a bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.

His purpose in this defection was not only to destroy the Blackrock Oscillator, but also to execute the resurrected Horus.

The appearance of a chosen god like Horus in any region would be a disaster.

Such a powerful individual could easily launch a surprise attack on most of the Empire's territories. If the enemy were to launch a surprise attack, they could kill a few of the returning Primarch brothers.

The empire is losing so much money that it can't stand it anymore.

If Horus hadn't fought the Emperor, but instead launched surprise attacks on other Primarchs or other important planets outside of Holy Terra, creating behind-enemy-lines operations, cutting off the Tithe supply, and so on.

If the empire were to continue to bleed, the situation would become even more dire.

Now the Blackstone oscillator has been found behind the high-quality replica of the "Golden Throne," but Horus remains missing.

That's not a good thing.

Where did Horus go?

Ron's mind raced: "That guy went to the surface of Vigilant Planet to commit murder."

Or did he take advantage of his predicament here to run back and attack his other Primarch brothers?

clap clap-

Aribas, perched atop his bizarre, flesh-and-gold throne, looked down upon them, clapping his hands and exclaiming with delight:

"Oh, my savior, Your Majesty the Emperor, you have finally arrived here as destiny has guided you."

Are you wondering why Horus isn't here? Do you think I'll tell you the answer?

He didn't give the answer, but looked over with a sarcastic expression: "The truth is, whether you know the final answer or not, there's no way to undo it all."

Savior, defeating you doesn't require the power of Horus or the great gods; I, Erebas, am enough..."

This dark apostle, the Hand of Fate, enjoys seeing the despair on his enemies' faces and even more so, he manipulates them at will.

Especially for that savior whose fate even the Lord of Change could not predict.

"If you were alone here, I'm afraid I would skin you alive and tear you apart."

Ron stared at Irebas and said coldly.

He had to deal with this annoying guy in front of him first, as well as the black stone oscillator behind the eerie throne.

Bang bang bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the elite Imperial Guards unleashed their firepower on the Flesh Throne, but all the attacks were blocked by the chaotic force field that rose from the throne.

Eribas seemed to have merged with the throne, extending dozens of thick, fleshy tentacles that attacked the royal guards with such force that they could even shatter alloy.

Then, a vortex of warp space appeared in the hall, spreading endless groans, and the twisted, colorful fel energy absorbed more of the Imperial Guard's physical attacks.

He mocked the warriors: "Servants of the Emperor, you are pitifully weak. How can you possibly contend with the greatness of the Warp?"

This dark apostle controlled all the fel energy in the hall, like an emperor on a throne.

He felt incredibly excited about being able to manipulate the emperor's guards.

But the next moment, a look of wariness appeared on his face.

All the fleshy tentacles stopped, unable to move forward even an inch, as if some great force had restricted them.

That is the power of the savior.

Ron stepped forward, his body radiating a golden aura, while more flames burned his fleshy tentacles.

Turn it into charred ashes.

He walked toward the eerie throne where Eribas was, and nothing could stop him.

"It's so boring."

Irebas frowned and abandoned all his tentacles to avoid the flames spreading to him.

He experienced the terrifying power of the savior.

"Unfortunately, force alone cannot solve the real problem; otherwise, the false emperor would not have failed at the last hurdle and become a pitiful prisoner."

Iribus pointed to his head: "Life without wisdom is worthless."

He stood up, and at the same time, the chaotic mist on the dome of the hall dissipated, revealing a void—

Countless ships and cannons clashed, and before anyone knew it, Chaos' reinforcements arrived, halting the attack.

More importantly, looking along the dome, one can clearly see the dark, burning surface of the Vigilant Star, and even the outline of the hive city.

That means that the Blackrock Omen Ark, under the control of Irebas, tore through the defenses at minimal cost and reached the near-Earth orbit of the Vigilant Star.

Ron stopped in surprise, trying to find one last chance.

The commander of the Imperial Guards was dumbfounded, a sense of fear rising in his heart:
"The Blackrock Vibrator has reached its designated attack range, alert star..."

"Savior, you will have to watch helplessly as the long-coveted Vigilant Star is completely destroyed."

Look, this is the controller. With just a light press, everything will vanish into thin air.

Even the Imperial forces in this sector will suffer heavy losses…

Irebas took a few steps forward, showing off the controller in his hand, and then quickly pressed it down.

The Blackstone Oscillator has been started.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to say too much and give the savior a chance to turn the tables.

In an instant, the entire hall of the Chaos Temple trembled violently, and the black stone vibrator behind the eerie throne emitted indescribable colors.

Immediately afterwards, an energy pulse struck the Vigilant Star to truly activate the Blackrock Crown.

The energy pulse shot towards the ground at millisecond speeds, with absolutely no chance of being stopped.

Irebas's eyes bulged out, almost popping out; one eye was fixed on the Savior, while the other was fixed on the Vigilant Star.

He finally succeeded and wanted to enjoy the wonderful scene.

For example, the magnificent destruction of the Vigilant Star is more terrifying than the explosion of any other planet, and more importantly, it allows one to appreciate the despair of the savior.

However, after a few seconds, nothing happened, and the planet remained silent.

"how is this possible?"

Irebas's eyes widened, filled with anger and humiliation; his plan seemed to have failed.

The problem can only be with the Blackrock Crown on Vigilant Star.

He was trembling all over:
"That piece of trash Harken the Starseer couldn't even defend the Blackrock Crown, a defensive network capable of withstanding the Imperial Guard and orbital bombardment!"

"It seems that Blood Raven has succeeded. In fact, special forces must be deployed in special times."

Ron grinned. Since Vigilant Star hadn't been destroyed, it meant the Blood Ravens had taken care of Blackrock Crown.

At least it prevents it from starting up.

In fact, at this time, the Blood Ravens had just cut the "high-voltage wires" of Blackrock Crown, and the Black Oil Guys were rushing to repair them.

If the Blackstone Oscillator had been launched a little earlier or a little later, things would have been different.

But none of that matters anymore; the failure of the plan is a fait accompli.

Are you prepared to die?

Ron crushed the Chaos Field Generator on the eerie throne, drew the Emperor's Sword, and began climbing the stairs.

"Wait a minute..."

Iribus couldn't help but take a few steps back, and he roared, "Savior, I haven't lost yet! You watch, I have another plan!"
"I can still win!"

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the dome.

A dark mass appeared deep in the void, like a small, moving moon.

Blackrock Fortress?!
Ron looked up and immediately recognized what the enormous thing was, which made him even more incredulous.

Moving such a massive fortress to this galaxy filled with subspace turbulence is technically impossible.

But without a doubt, with the help of some force, it successfully reached the airspace of the warning star.

"Hiss~
This is troublesome..."

Ron gasped as if he had just realized something.

This scene is all too familiar.

It seems that Ragnarok had used this tactic before, achieving the only major victory in the Black Crusade.

At that moment, a member of the Kadia Blitzkrieg saw the slowly moving Blackrock Fortress aboard one of the surrounding Imperial warships and was immediately moved to tears.

His past suffering memories flooded back.

The Cardia Blitzkrieg commander realized that Vigilant Star was facing an unprecedented and insurmountable terrorist attack.

Orbital decapitation!

(End of this chapter)