Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 719 Savior: Using the formula is fast, Silent King, go sit at the children's table!

"Such a powerful living metal body..."

Ron observed Silent King Szalak with great admiration; the other man's appearance was simply too impressive.

He had the idea of ​​creating a counterfeit version.

I'll need to get a living metal body that's similar to, or even more imposing than, the other person's to facilitate movement.

There's nothing a savior can't copy, whether it's the Milky Way or the subspace; that's common knowledge.

Some even use the title of "god of knock-offs" to smear themselves, but isn't that a form of praise?
Any tactic that can bring the enemy to red temperature is a good tactic.

Ron could clearly sense the regret and sorrow emanating from the Silent King after being deceived by the Star God, but the other's will was absolutely resolute.

Even if it is just a phantom in front of you, you can feel its unstoppable power.

The living metallic body that existed was flawless, every movement was fluid and elegant, and its function and accuracy exceeded the limits that any flesh and blood organ could achieve.

The force field covering him ignored the distorted physical laws around him, and his noble demeanor revealed an irresistible power, majesty, and kingly style.

Even when facing reality head-on, the gods are not at a disadvantage.

"An arrogant and proud king, so proud that he thought he could use the gods, ended up losing everything."

But he refused to give up and was determined to take revenge, venting his anger on the gods and freeing his people from slavery.

This guy is both incompetent and dangerous…

Ron made his assessment of the Silent King, concluding that this being would undoubtedly be his greatest enemy in the galaxy.

As the exorcism zone expands, humanity and the undead from space will soon be locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Humanity cannot allow the exorcising dead zone to continue to run rampant. Although that special domain can isolate the subspace, it will also profoundly affect the human soul.

This turned the vast majority of ordinary humans into the living dead.

Dead Zone technology is suitable for space undead, but it can cause serious trauma to humans.

Of course, I also want to use Dead Zone technology to build a subspace isolation zone suitable for humans to protect our civilized planet.

Given the current situation, if the Empire wants to dominate the galaxy and rise to power, it must resolve the problems posed by the Silent King and Chaos.

Otherwise, we will remain mired in large-scale wars.

It's difficult to escape.

Ron observed the scene before him more intently. This war, a remnant of memories, might allow him to glimpse the true power of the Silent King and the Necromancers of Space.

At this moment, Landugor's enormous divine body underwent a new transformation; a storm of metal and flesh tore through the temple walls, causing them to flow with blood.

His voice was omnipresent, containing madness and screams:
"How novel it is that pathetic slaves dare to rebel against their gods."
Isn't this the future that the fearful of death desires—entering into eternal immortality with a metal shell?

We merely collected a paltry amount of interest and devoured your souls.

The skinner star god mocked the Silent King wantonly: "Since you have decided to betray, you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

"You and your people will meet your end with those laughable metal shells, and wherever you flee, you will be devoured bit by bit..."

“Those who fear death will not flee. I will correct past mistakes, and you fraudsters will face reckoning.”

The Silent King broke his silence, his voice revealing a resolute will.

He rarely expressed himself so directly; this was the Deathbringer's declaration of war against the Star God.

As soon as the leader of the Deathbringers finished speaking, the spiral formed by metal, flesh and shadow twisted even more, and the surrounding void trembled.

Darkness enveloped the stars, and even the dying stars began to tremble.

Landugor is laughing.

He didn't think this slave could do anything to him; it was just a pathetic struggle. How much harm could the pebbles thrown by slaves in their anger cause?
Ok? !

However, the next moment, the star god became vigilant, and the Silent King's spear ignited with another kind of regular flame.

It almost burned everything to ashes.

Such terrifying, rule-based flames can only be possessed by one being—the Star God Burner, Niyadrazasa!
After the spear's disguise was removed, Landugor discovered that its surface was covered with the skin of a star god.

He realized that one of his brethren had fallen; the Burner had been killed by the slaves of the Death-Fearers!

Landugor's rage erupted, tearing apart the ground with countless pieces of flesh and metal, revealing the unknown dimensional abyss beneath.

He attempted to drag the Silent King into another shadow dimension, to utterly annihilate this slave who dared to betray him.

However, the Silent King had already raised his God-Slaying Spear and soared into the sky, charging towards the hateful divine body, as if those distorted physical laws had no effect on him.

The raging flames incinerated all the attacking tentacles.

The storm of metal, flesh, and shadow vanished instantly upon contact with the Silent King's body, then returned to its original location.

Even the wounds on his body that were pierced by the tentacles healed quickly.

It seemed as if no attack could harm him.

"Was that a brief manipulation of time?" Ron watched the battle that slayed the gods with a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, deep emotion).

The battle before them was beyond imagination, and it was happening in reality; the temple, which resembled an asteroid, was torn apart as if it were made of paper.

In this situation, even a human fleet would most likely meet the same fate, let alone ordinary ground vehicles.

He stared at the torn void and the chaotic dimensional labyrinth, gasping, "Wow, this battle is incredible! It's even obliterated the void, and stars have been shattered..."

In the field of vision, several dying stars were completely detonated, and the power of the supernova explosion condensed in some form into the God-Slaying Spear, stabbing towards Landugor.

This battle was nothing short of cataclysmic, with planets collapsing and the Silent King unleashing dimensional labyrinth weapons that resembled two-dimensional foils.

Of course, its actual attack power is still far inferior; they are not in the same league.

In any case, this is purely a fierce struggle between cutting-edge technology and the laws of reality.

hum~
The layered, multidimensional labyrinth temporarily confined the divine body of the Landugor Spiral. Afterward, the Silent King traversed the labyrinth one after another, and the God-Slaying Spear suddenly pierced into the core of the star god's heart.

The burner's regular bursts of flame resemble a furnace rising from the void; as the temperature rises, the color of the flames changes, turning pitch black.

Landugor's spiral body was struck hard.

He let out a silent shriek, and the ripples of shadow slammed the Silent King away, along with the god-slaying spear.

The situation reversed instantly.

Landugor's trembling tentacles entangled the fallen Silent King, pulling him toward the dimensional abyss.

That would be a fatal blow.

However, the Silent King remained calm and composed, maintaining his regal demeanor.

“You’ve lost, Landugor, you self-proclaimed god.”

His voice was so cold, as if he were declaring: "You have underestimated the abilities of the Death-Fearers and their determination for revenge..."

Just now, the Silent King marked this ugly skinner star god, which was also a command.

The pulse signal propagated outside the temple at millisecond speeds, and the figures of numerous eerie green mechanical platforms slowly appeared.

It turns out that the Silent King was not fighting alone; he was backed by an entire race of the Fearful Dead.

A large number of weapon platforms and facilities were transferred to the star system where the temple was located the instant the battle began, to provide assistance to their supreme ruler.

Countless scholars, researchers, warriors, and even the most ordinary technicians who fear death are contributing their efforts to this battle.

They lost their physical bodies, but absorbed more knowledge and skills, ushering in a technological leap forward.

The Star God personally trained his own Undertaker!
Now, it is the Menak dynasty's platform complex that is in action, with countless arrays of mechanical stone pillars lighting up, brewing a terrifying attack.

Their target was Landugor the Skinner, that brutal and ugly creature.

Landugor sensed the danger and, disregarding the need to kill the slave leader before him, quickly withdrew all his power.

He formed layers of abyssal black holes from metal, flesh, and shadow.

That was a defensive armor that could absorb almost all energy.

"Ugly and greedy creature, your death is near."

The Silent King gazed at this scene, as if issuing a judgment: "For my people, for all the souls you have defiled, you will be reduced to nothing!"

It's not about killing, but about reducing it to zero, even more thorough than death.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the attack brewing from the Menak dynasty's mechanical stone pillar array came down.

In an instant, the temple area seemed to lose all its color.

That was the purest void in the Milky Way, the ultimate silence of all sounds, the ultimate darkness of all colors.

That is not destruction, but complete erasure to zero.

"You will be forgotten," the Silent King said softly, watching the descending attack. "I will not!"

Landugor let out a piercing scream: "I curse you, this gift will not fade with endless time..."

He made a final attempt to resist, leaving the fearful dead with a curse that could not be erased.

After that, the temple area fell into silence.

Time seemed to freeze; there was no explosion, no flash, and Landugor's terrifying scream came to an abrupt end.

His divine body, that spiral of peeled flesh, metal, and shadow, began to crumble into meaningless dust, which then collapsed once more.

It's not fragments, not ashes, but a complete erasure from the realm of reality, even involving time itself.

Everything returned to deathly silence.

Landugor was erased; the Silent King completed the god-slaying, completely annihilating a real god!

"What a terrifying weapon..."

Ron stared at the scene, forgetting even to breathe.

But instead of feeling fearful, he felt much more at ease and became even more eager to acquire more technology.

Especially the terrifying weapons that the Menak dynasty had just used.

The power demonstrated by the Silent King's slaying of the god was indeed terrifying, but it also meant that humanity could do the same if it mastered more advanced technology.

Even if the Star God revives, it may not necessarily lead to destruction.

The collective resistance of those who fear death further confirms one thing—

The power of mortals can also change the world and even kill gods, whether in the galaxy or the subspace!

Even the emperor's great power was accumulated little by little by countless people.

This is the importance of racial unity; it can unite a force capable of destroying the world!
Moreover, humans are not a race without potential. Ron has seen the top-level technology of humanity's golden age, and their time reversal is no less powerful than that of the Silent King.

From this perspective, humanity's talents in the Milky Way and the subspace are at their peak; the only thing it lacks is time.

In short, the Silent King and the Necromancers of the Space were not invincible; otherwise, they would not have gone into slumber after the destruction of the Star Gods and the devastation of their race, thus avoiding the Eldar's glorious era.

Although this battle is extremely dangerous, as long as we can stabilize the situation of the human empire and develop as quickly as possible before the Silent King regains his rule and strength, there is still hope for us!
Of course, the strongest fortresses are often breached from within.

The Silent King has just returned, and many beings are not convinced of his authority. It would be even better if I could do something to delay or even severely damage his rule.

This is also why Ron wanted to take down the Kalozaza dynasty and risk researching the Peeling Virus.

I must use Zabok Rinpoche to infiltrate the enemy's ranks and then cause a great deal of trouble.

As Ron was pondering this, he suddenly had a jolt.

He looked up and found that the Silent King had turned his head at some point and was looking at the area where his consciousness existed with a strange gaze.

That gaze seemed to transcend time and space, as if it had discovered something.

???

Ron was completely stunned. Had they discovered this? Had the Silent King seen him through a fragment of memory from ancient times?!
Before he could react, the lingering memories from Landugor contained within the peeling virus ended, and all the images froze.

"Phew, it's just an illusion. I'm scaring myself..."

Ron checked it and found that it was just a coincidence of afterimages, and there was nothing wrong with it.

After gaining insight into this ancient war of god-slaying, he accelerated the analysis and absorption of the skinning virus.

Thoroughly understand its structure and operating principles.

I do not know how long it has been.

Ron finally finished his analysis and slowly opened his eyes. The laboratory where he was now was covered with marks left by claws.

Even heavy armor bore deep scratches.

Unbeknownst to myself, I attacked the surrounding equipment; that was probably the effect of the peeling virus on my living metal body.

This metallic clone of the undead space creature was also transformed into the appearance of a skinner under the influence of the virus.

"Fortunately, it's all over." Ron stretched his body, not noticing any effects.

He had completely taken control of the peeling virus within his body, understood its structure and operating mode, and, more importantly, had found a way and specific implementation method to control the space necromancers.

The secret lies in the operating logic of the peeling virus.

As is well known, the skinning virus can give life to the undead in space, but that life is twisted and a thirst for flesh.

That's a way of implanting emotions, from the skinners of real-life gods.

Now that I have mastered the operating logic of this real physical power, I can also use similar physical viruses to implant life and emotions into the undead in space.

This creates a false sense of soul, leading them to believe that their soul is being restored.

Of course, this is not an easy task.

After all, even the Skinner Star God, who possessed this physical power, was wiped out. If he didn't operate it properly, he would also be attacked by the Necromancers of the Space.

Ron pondered, quite confidently: "Fortunately, my Savior has enough experience to fool believers, at least a thousand times better than Landugor..."

He wants to use religion to bless the spread of the virus while creating a new god for the dead in space, so that any worshipper can slowly recover their soul.

Once that god is fully revived, all the undead in space who believe in Him will be redeemed and their souls will be completely restored!

In reality, those were all emotional hallucinations caused by a special virus.

But it's enough.

Just like the brain in a vat, how can humans know whether they are living within simulated emotions?

"Sure enough, using formulas is fast..."

Ron nodded, quite satisfied with the faith framework.

In reality, he simply copied the belief framework of the Eldar Death God and made some minor adjustments.

Anyway, with the resurgence of the new gods, the space necromancers are saved!
Of course, the new god is just a shell; behind it is still the hope of the sun. Once the belief in the new god spreads widely, the Silent King will have to sit at the children's table.

In this world, royal power is no match for divine power.

Afterwards, Ron issued an order for the Biological Sages to conduct a more in-depth study of the emotions of life, especially those of the cosmic necromancers.

He needs more knowledge and data, and then, in conjunction with the goddess of life and the goddess of machinery, he can create the power to bless the undead in space.

The ability to conceal the novel virus using subspace powers would prevent it from being detected.

That would be a dual application of real-world and subspace powers.

Soon, the alien biological laboratories throughout the empire were bustling with activity again.

The great sages of biology celebrated wildly on the forums, because the savior and emperor of the empire had approved double the funding for their project.

The only requirement is... speed!

In a corner, the mechanical sage Saru, who had been spying on the screen, let out a mournful cry.

a few days later.

The Dream, leading a fleet, embarked on its return journey.

The war on Vigilant Star has now ended, and the excavation of the Black Stone is progressing smoothly, with it being transported in batches to research institutes on various forging planets.

In addition to his research on space necromancy, Peturabo is also actively leading the organization of a new research institute to study Blackstone technology for dealing with warp space.

"Finally, we're going back. We can finally have some peace and quiet for a while, as long as the Silent King and the Chaos Gods don't cause any trouble..."

Looking out the window at the assembled fleet, Ron felt much more relaxed.

Within sight, a fleet of eerie green warships could be seen; those belonged to the Kalozasa dynasty.

He had promised to take them on a pilgrimage to the Holy Terra.

This can strengthen the loyalty of high-ranking beings such as King Zabok, and can also secretly implant infectious new viruses and the faith in new gods during the pilgrimage.

Simply perfect!
Ron glanced around a few times, then went to rest under the shade of a tree in the miniature garden and fell asleep.

He also started to enjoy sleeping more and more.

hum~
The Dreamship jolted violently and led the fleet into subspace.
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Subspace, a certain region.

"Brother Corax, we've been wandering for so long, perhaps it's time to go back, back to Terra..."

Roger Dorn said this as he gazed at the shadow formed by the blood raven before him.

(End of this chapter)