Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 718 The Afterimage of the Battle of Heaven, the Invincible King of Silence?!

Inside the biological laboratory.

Armored valves closed one after another, a special force field rose, and layers of protective netting enveloped the area.

The technical priests operated with extreme caution, fearing that something unexpected might happen during the process.

This can be seen from the fact that the great sages of biology personally burned incense and recited binary prayers to soothe the machine's soul.

They are extremely cautious in handling the special viruses in the laboratory.

Deep inside the biological laboratory lies an infectious virus that can infect the technical priests, and appropriate isolation measures must be taken.

"No matter what experiment you are doing, safety must always be the top priority."

Your safety measures are excellent; it seems the research funds have been used effectively, which is commendable.

Ron followed the great sages of biology into the biological laboratory.

He looked at the numerous large pieces of equipment and dense isolation devices inside and nodded in satisfaction.

He originally thought that the so-called projects such as "arousing the sexual desires of space necromancers" and "feeding bananas to peelers" were just means for the alien biological laboratory to raise funds or satisfy its research fetishes.

Such things are harmless, but they still cost money, so Ron still scrutinizes the projects.

However, when he saw the enormous biological laboratory, the cautious isolation measures, the busy technical priests, and the various grotesque skinner test subjects...

Ron had a feeling that the research funding was well spent, and that the great sages of biology were putting their hearts into their work.

He's not a professional; he just likes to look at indicators that are visible to the naked eye.

To some extent, this was a deliberate act by the great sages, so that when leaders inspected them, they would see their best side.

Normally, they might just raise a small shield and put on a protective suit before going into battle.

As for activating all force field defenses, that would be too extravagant and wasteful; funds should be spent wisely.

Especially when there are still many ideas that haven't been researched yet.

Having a high-level Blackstone field for protection now is much better than it was back in the old Empire.

"Your Majesty, this is the duty of the Alien Creature Research Institute. Under the guidance of the Goddess of Machines, we will explore even more profound knowledge about aliens."

The electronic voice of the great sage of biology was full of piety and admiration, and he recounted to the savior the hardships and difficulties in setting up the laboratory.

The capture of the skinners alone consumed a great deal of resources and even resulted in the serious injury of a great sage.

The Cult of Mechanics has changed a lot, and the Great Sages are quickly adapting to the new environment and trends, especially in their communication with the Savior.

"It's not easy."

The empire's technology has fallen far behind; catching up has been arduous and difficult..."

Ron was quite moved, offered some encouragement, and promised to continue to strongly support the work of the research institute.

This thrilled the great sages, their body parts creaking and rattling as if they could smell the funding.

Given the existence of the Kalozaza dynasty, it is inevitable that support will be increased for research related to the Fear of Death.

Even if current research doesn't yield the results you want, you should still spend money to get something out of it.

"Hopefully, research on the peeling virus can bring about some changes."

This allows me to glimpse the pathways influencing the necromantic entities in space, enabling me to exert more effective control.

Ron thought expectantly.

With the power and influence he wields in reality and the subspace, he is capable of many things.

The question is, how do we do it, and where do we begin?
That's the real challenge.

Soon after, Ron saw the Peeling Virus, which was sealed within the Black Stone Force Field Matrix, and it was a heavily extracted and concentrated version.

Legend has it that the Skinning Virus originated from the powerful Star God—the Skinner Landugor, who was betrayed by the Silent King and the Dharma Kings, and whose divine body was shattered into pieces.

“I curse you, this gift will not fade with endless time, and fear will be projected upon you and all your kind.”

I am Landugor, the embodiment of hunger, and from this moment on, you are also…

Before He died, He cast a curse, casting fear and thirst upon many undead beings in space, making them crave life and flesh.

That is the origin of the peeling virus.

All the space undead infected with the skinning virus have an uncontrollable craving for the warm flesh and blood of the living, and they also worship Landugor, who is long dead and utterly destroyed.

The Skinners have caused considerable damage to the Necromancer race in space.

In particular, the virus on their bodies can be transmitted through contact with the metallic skin of undead space creatures.

This made the space undead want to avoid it at all costs.

However, after countless years of evolution, the former skin-peeling virus has undergone many changes, with its infection patterns and effects becoming more intense.

Its "curse" is no longer limited to space necromancy.

It can even infect other mechanical entities, whether they are mechanical vehicles, weapons, or technical priests with numerous mechanical prosthetics.

The forbidden files of the Mechanic Church contain records of some special infection cases.

The technical priests who were researching the necromancy of space were unfortunately infected with a latent skinning virus while testing living metal.

They began to secretly devour flesh and blood, mutilate themselves, and worship Landugor.

Not only that, their prosthetic bodies will also be stained with blood, gradually deforming into a distorted shape.

Based on the behavior of the infected Tech Priests, they are no different from the Skinners, and may even actively join their side.

The concentrated skinning virus before us is also a terrifying weapon; if released, it could cause immense damage to the undead in space.

This drove a large number of space undead into a terrible hunger and madness.

Ron shook his head:

"Unfortunately, not only can we not use it, but we also have to ban the spread of the skinning virus. The insane space necromancers are even more terrifying than normal ones."

If we were to turn a large number of space undead into skinners, humanity would suffer even greater losses.

At least legitimate space necromancers wouldn't indiscriminately slaughter humans unless absolutely necessary.

On the contrary, those skinners who travel between dimensions and do whatever they want are more likely to cause a lot of casualties to humanity. Just preventing them from attacking requires a lot of resources and energy.

"By the mechanical goddess above, we do not yet have a way to cure the infected, but as long as we take basic precautions, we can avoid its corrosive effects."

The great sage of biology gazed intently at the concentrated skinning virus bound within the Black Stone Force Field Matrix, his slightly reddened electronic eyes shining brightly:
"The only thing we are certain of at present is that the skinning virus is not a purely physical invasion, but a mixed erosion of physical and fel energy, at least that is the case with the version of the virus we have found."

Through joint research with high-level psionicists, we discovered that the Skinflint virus, in a bizarre way, grants Skinflint a slight ability to access the subspace.

It established some kind of interface, giving the infected space undead a sliver of possibility to contact the warp.

Although this possibility is not yet sufficient to cause corrosion..."

Ron watched the Peeling Virus floating in mid-air, moving slowly like a living thing, and listened carefully to the report from the Great Sage of Biology.

He gained a general understanding of the virus's evolution process.

In short, from a certain stage onwards, the peeling virus has had a subtle connection with subspace and has acquired non-physical properties.

The Skinners Cult even worships a Chaos Knight known as the Deathblade, a being covered in crimson flesh.

They believed that the Chaos Knight covered in flesh and blood was the embodiment of Landugor.

Such abrupt change and connection may be related to that big silly bird, the master of all changes.

The Necromancers are one of the most powerful intelligent civilizations in the galaxy.

The master of all changes could not ignore such a vast force that could be provoked, manipulated, and used to instigate change.

He may have made some kind of attempt in secret, but it was still in the planning stage and had not yielded much result.

Or perhaps He has failed and abandoned the plan.

“In any case, this has helped me a lot, it’s like standing on the shoulders of giants…” Ron was very happy.

Most of their powers are related to the warp, and the powers of the Terrans, Greenskins, and other real-world entities are too brutal to directly interfere with the consciousness of the space necromancers.

Those things that don't even have subspace projection, there's hardly any chance to get a hold of them.

But it's different now.

The peeling virus has an interface-like structure that allows it to indirectly introduce subspace influences, enabling it to exert its powers.

Ron turned to the group of great sages of biology and gave them instructions:
"Get ready, I'm going to get infected with the peeling virus and experience its infiltration method firsthand."

“Your Majesty, that is…” The Great Sage of Biology tried to persuade the Savior to stop such a dangerous act, but he stopped after seeing the look in the other’s eyes.

He had no right to question the power of this savior, the emperor of the empire.

Since that being has made the decision, it will inevitably be able to overcome the erosion of the peeling virus.

Soon, they began preparations in earnest, and the cloning laboratory of the Dream also sent over the special body needed by the savior.

yah~
Ron controlled and adapted to his mechanical body, which shimmered with a ghostly green light and looked like a tall, undead space creature.

It was a body constructed from both mechanical prosthetics and a living metal skin.

"It feels pretty good, the cloning budget wasn't wasted..."

Ron tapped his chest lightly, producing a crisp metallic sound, but felt nothing.

The high-purity living metal shell almost completely deprived him of any sense of touch.

This cloned body took more than ten years to develop and was a novel attempt. He originally thought he would never need it, but unexpectedly it came in handy.

Ron has unlocked a new "skin," even more gritty than the regular Necromancer, exuding an aura of majesty.

He is now equivalent to a high-level space necromancer who can use psionic energy and perceive more things.

This was also the body he used for testing; nothing could help him understand the peeling virus better than being infected himself.

Of course, before Ron, there were also unlucky guys who ignored warnings and risked their lives.

But those guys were either rendered harmless or locked up in the courthouse's dark cell, and they wouldn't get out until a cure was found.

There is still a risk of infection, but Ron is confident he can withstand it.

The Star Gods are indeed powerful, being deities belonging to the Milky Way.

But his savior is also a being of a higher dimension; even the Chaos Gods dare not say they can use the so-called virus to poison themselves.

Only if the two Chaos Gods themselves personally intervene could they stop and kill their savior.

Not to mention the Star God Landugor, who has been dead for who knows how long.

In case of any problems, Ron can cut off contact in time and abandon this clone body.

In order to avoid risks.

"This area will become a restricted zone, and no one may enter without further orders."

Ron said that.

He ordered all personnel to retreat, shut down the monitoring facilities, and reinforced the outer armor and force field.

Once everything was ready, Ron walked toward the Black Stone Force Field Matrix.

As soon as he stepped inside, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

Upon sensing the presence of life, the liquid-like peeling virus began to twist and convulse wildly.

Although the thing in front of him was not conscious, Ron could feel its uncontrollable excitement.

"They're quite active, though."

Come on, let's see what you're really capable of.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the scarlet liquid, and before the liquid could react, he slapped it onto his chest.

He allowed it to seep into his living metal body.

The skinning virus spreads very quickly.

Seconds later, Ron felt an endless hunger and craving, wishing he could devour all flesh and blood.

He could sense that the spatial dimensions around him had undergone new changes, and the echoes of countless flesh and souls being devoured were spreading, while the shadows left by the death of real gods still lingered.

"No wonder the skinners were able to enter special dimensions; they were using the shadow remnants of Landugor."

Ron observed his own changes from multiple perspectives, and even actively accepted and accelerated the occurrence of these changes.

His living metal body is rapidly undergoing a distortion process, with his original limbs transforming into twisted, sharp attack shapes.

Even the fingernails on both hands extend forward.

The most violent changes occurred within Ron's brain consciousness dimension, with a massive flood of flesh and blood sweeping in, mixed with a considerable amount of chaotic evil energy.

However, this corruption was firmly kept outside his consciousness, allowing him to explore it more deeply.

Decompose all its components.

what--

As Ron delved deeper into his exploration, he heard a piercing wail that shook the universe—a lament for the fall of a real god, for eternity had been destroyed.

Killing God!

"This curse bestowed upon the necromancers of space also contains Landugor's last memories."

The remains of gods are so difficult to erase; perhaps one day when I die, I might rise from the dead from time to time, my spirit manifesting itself or something.

Upon discovering the lingering memories, Ron immediately became interested: "Let's see what happened first?"

He also wanted to uncover the secrets of ancient times, to see what the powerful star god looked like, and how he devoured souls.

That's a rare secret.

The moment Ron touched his memories, it was as if he had entered another dimension, and the ancient scenes were clearly displayed before his eyes.

The stars are burning, the light from the destruction of stars illuminating the dying void.

The entire Milky Way seemed lifeless, with only faint traces of the remnants swallowed by the Star Gods; dusk had arrived.

The sight alone was enough to send chills down one's spine and evoke a sense of deathly stillness.

"Truly worthy of being called the pinnacle competition; the intensity that humanity currently faces is incomparable to this..."

Ron remarked with emotion.

Then he saw an eternal metal temple floating in the void, with a throne standing tall and the laws of physics in a distorted state.

The throne is not occupied by a humanoid creature, but by a spiral tower composed of skinned beings, twisted metal, and ravenous shadows.

Every layer of flesh screamed in unison, and countless souls were torn apart in their wails.

At the top is a face without features, and in the middle is a vertical slit with menacing fangs.

He is the skinner star god—Landugor!
Landugor's very existence alters the laws of physics; even planets are merely objects of its manipulation, while flesh and soul are but small treats.

He is hunger itself, and even the metal of the throne screams under his influence.

However, it was clear that Landugor was somewhat weak, and even the rotation of the spiral had slowed down considerably.

The Star Gods have just destroyed the Ancient Saints, which has consumed a great deal of their power.

“A lowly traitor…”

Suddenly, Landugor reacted in a new way; its voice was not spoken, but rather a physical tearing through the void.

Then it is stuffed into the bodies of living and non-living beings throughout the entire region.

???

Ron realized something, turned his head to look at the temple entrance, and saw a figure.

As expected.

That man has arrived. He is a being who once killed a god with a mortal body, and his record is verifiable.

He is the only high-level being who has ever survived a peak tournament and has killed at least four Star Gods.

King of Silence!
Regardless of whether that guy was suspected of backstabbing or treachery, he was a figure who stood at the pinnacle of the galaxy and had even fought beyond it.

Anyway, before the Emperor appeared, the Silent King was the strongest king in the universe.

Not to be underestimated.

Even he, the savior, had to be cautious.

In their field of vision, the Silent King Szalak strode in, all alone, without any guards.

Only the god-slaying spear in his hand, forged from the core of the last star of the Menak dynasty, burned silently with eerie green antimatter flames.

(End of this chapter)