Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 723 Roger Dorn: I'm stunned. So this is how Imperial warships are operated?!
Boom——

The Holy Destroyer Chaos Destroyer was reduced to wreckage in the flames.

Then, the giant crimson battle barge rolled over and capsized another Chaos frigate.

It single-handedly took on the Chaos Warband's destroyers and several frigates.

So unpretentious.

The warship belonging to the War Angels had almost no shipborne cannons installed; its exterior was covered with thick armor, rams, and densely packed shields.

Apart from the relic engine, the rest of the structure is a thick, solidified structure, like a super hammer.

It's like a dump truck in space, using impact as its destructive force, making it a prime example of violence.

This giant battle barge once destroyed two infamous Dhorne Chaos warships in a head-on collision, without sustaining much damage to its own hull.

Now, facing these dilapidated ships of small Chaos Warbands, they have an overwhelming advantage, and they can barely feel anything when they ram them.

It felt like going over a speed bump.

Moreover, the War Angels have dedicated funds for ship repair and replacement, and it's difficult to claim reimbursement for any unused funds.

In short, just crash into it head-on, and talk to my budget!

"Damn Imperial ships!"
That madman has locked onto us, and it's even faster... Lord of Change, what about our plan?!

"It's crashing! It's crashing!"

"Run away!"

Curses, prayers, cries, screams—the communication channels of the Chaos Battleship were filled with chaos and helplessness.

The repeated crushing and ravaging of the Chaos warships by the Crimson Battle Barges instilled immense fear.

The Chaos warriors and evil spirits, flung into the void, roared and screamed in the face of unstoppable catastrophe and immense terror.

They watched helplessly as the Empire's crimson monster charged towards them, and then their own warships took off and were violently rammed and destroyed.

They were completely powerless to fight back!
That fear and despair were clearly transmitted to the chaotic boarding force on the main deck of the pilgrimage ship.

They witnessed their warband's Chaos warships being brutally crushed.

"Is that still an Imperial warship? How can it be even more insane than those lunatics from the Khorne War Gang? Did the False Emperor give them some kind of mad drug?!"

The Chaos Commander and his Chaos Warriors looked up at all of this, stunned and frozen in place, their hearts churning.

"Lord of Changes, who will save us? They are utterly despicable demons..."

Some of the cultists couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed to their knees, trembling.

They were so helpless.

These beings, who viewed the people of the empire as lambs and slaughtered them at will, lost their former arrogance after being bombarded by artillery fire and their retreat was violently crushed and cut off by warships.

Before they were corrupted, they were already weak-willed cowards who were afraid of death; they were merely using the power of chaos to do evil.

Now it's just a matter of offense and defense changing hands; we've been brought back to square one.

Old empires rarely achieved this, but the new empire's overwhelming dominance completely exposed the enormous power disparity between the two sides.

They were brought to their senses, and fear regained control.

"What powerful warships, and such exhilarating tactics..."

As Dorn watched the space battle between the Empire and Chaos not far away, he was filled with excitement and his blood boiled.

So this is how space warfare can be fought—so simple and brutal.

That was an unprecedented mode of attack; the heavy armor, force field rams, and powerful engines completely transformed the ships into massive offensive hammers.

Even the Chaos Ships of the Khorne Warband are no match for them.

Their warships did have rams, but their internal structures weren't specially designed; they were simply meant to be rammed when they hit something.

The War Angels' "Dump Truck" heavy combat barge was designed for ramming, sacrificing almost all other functions.

Even within the entire galaxy, it is considered a top-tier warship series.

It was a perfect combination of Imperial forging technology and alien technology, and it also utilized the ancient ramming forging technology from the Greenskin's genetic memory.

Of course, this is also thanks to the wealth of the new empire's forging system; other forces don't have the resources to collide like that.

Behind that lies a massive supply system and war equipment, as well as overwhelming technological and resource superiority.

Even if the Chaos War Gang wanted to learn, they couldn't, otherwise they would be so poor after a few battles that they would have to pawn their underwear.

Dorn took a deep breath.

Although those imperial warships were far inferior to the Mountain Fortress.

But that unstoppable momentum and overwhelming force were something he had never seen in the Empire.

That was an inevitable result; for a considerable period of time, this master of the mountain formation was responsible for defensive battles.

Especially during the Horus Rebellion and the siege of the palace, he was always on the defensive, constantly being beaten down, and even the fortress lines he had built were dismantled by the demons summoned by Perturabo.

Almost every defensive battle was incredibly difficult, leaving the city teetering on the brink of collapse and resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

For the next ten thousand years, the empire entered a dark period, ravaged by heretics and aliens, and plunged into endless suffering. Almost every war became a life-or-death struggle.

There is no hope of victory.

Even Guilliman's previous Indomitable Expeditions could only be considered a desperate gamble; if they won, the Empire could catch its breath, but if they lost, they would be doomed.

Faced with this situation, most of the high-ranking beings in the Empire, especially Primarchs like Dorne who had experienced despair and the fall of the Emperor, were somewhat disheartened.

Some of the original entities simply lay down and exiled themselves.

Dorn spent so long in the Chaos Warp, partly to find a way to heal the Emperor's injuries, but also partly to escape.

He didn't know how to save his father's empire or how to reverse this dark situation.

He also knew that, apart from building defenses, there seemed to be nothing else he could do.

Moreover, he couldn't even hold onto the last line of defense for the palace.

Naturally, I don't want to face it.

Now that Dorne has just returned, he has witnessed the vitality and courage of the Imperial citizens on the pilgrimage ship.

I witnessed an overwhelming battle, so exhilarating that it naturally stirred my emotions.

He saw in this battle the empire's high morale and its superior weaponry.

The Empire... is saved!

hum~
"For the golden sun and the savior—"

The war angel in fiery red heavy armor used the teleportation facility to board the main deck and then advanced towards the heretical traitor's lines.

Those warriors were taller than ordinary Space Marines, and Chaos Warriors' bullets had difficulty penetrating the shield field on their armor.

A killing began.

The Chaos Warriors and the heretics were utterly desperate.

In front of the front line was a defensive firepower network composed of Imperial Knights, super-heavy artillery turrets, and naval guards, while behind them were the War Angels blocking their way.

They were attacked from both sides; it was a war of annihilation!

These heretics could no longer hold their line and fell one after another in the fierce attack.

"Get out!"

The Chaos Commander ignored the evil ones and rallied the remaining Chaos Warriors to rush to a breach area, where he jumped into space without hesitation.

Then, a dark-colored escape hull rushed into the area of ​​the shipwreck.

These Chaos Warriors, as space pirates, had long since retained means of escape.

For example, this special, extremely fast escape ship.

They will be safe once the escape ship successfully uses the wreckage as cover to enter the nearby asteroid belt.

At least he could survive and wait for the other Red Pirate brothers to come and rescue him.

Inside the escape ship.

"Fool, have you detected enemy pursuit?" The Chaos Commander stared at the radar, his heart pounding with fear.

He was terrified that those lunatics would come after him, which would greatly reduce his and the others' chances of survival.

Fortunately, the War Angels didn't pursue them. The Chaos Commander stared at the radar for a while, and seeing no fluctuations, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Based on past experience, the empire has already won a great victory and should not expend too much effort to pursue them.

That's not worth it.

Moreover, the War Angels' battle barges do not seem to have large-scale artillery systems, making them difficult to intercept.

However, the next second, the escape ship's alarms went off frantically, and the radar showed a dozen or so red dots representing deadly threats.

???

"Holy crap, that's a heavy torpedo?!"

The Chaos Commander stared at the signal on the radar in disbelief.

Just now, the War Angels' battle barges launched a volley of heavy torpedoes this way, deadly weapons capable of striking large warships.

It is quite expensive.

Using heavy torpedoes to attack this escape ship and the remaining Chaos Warriors is like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito.

Rumbling--

Several heavy torpedoes exploded first in the asteroid belt, clearing out the area. The Chaos Commander and the remaining Chaos Warriors closed their eyes in anguish at the sight.

They were desperate to the extreme.

The escape ship was doomed; heavy torpedoes were aimed at the escape ship and the surrounding airspace.

The attack was so direct that it destroyed all possible cover with saturation firepower!
As wave after wave of bombing broke out, the entire airspace became empty, leaving only the escape ship to withstand the continuous shockwaves, standing alone in place.

It looked rather lonely and miserable.

"Lord of Change, I...we weren't hit by the torpedoes, we survived?"

Inside the escape ship, the Chaos Commander slowly opened his eyes in disbelief, feeling a sense of exhilaration at having escaped death.

May the Lord of Change protect you!

The other Chaos Warriors also sighed deeply.

However, the next moment, these chaotic beings felt terrifying pressure. They looked up in horror as a scarlet wall rapidly covered them.

It's that damned battle barge!
Paji——

The massive, crimson battle barge crushed the escape ship like an egg being smashed in space, creating a small spark at the base of the ship's force field ramming point.

All the fleeing chaotic beings died in a ridiculous and pathetic way, without any dignity whatsoever.

That was the way the angels of war deliberately left them to die.

On the main deck of the pilgrimage ship.

People erupted in cheers after witnessing the Savior's forces forcefully execute the heretics and traitors.

They won the defensive battle!
"Big guy, are you alright?"

The short veteran burst into laughter.

He came over and tried to pat Dorn on the shoulder, but instead swayed and ended up patting the other man's thigh instead.

"Savior above, how come I never noticed you were so tall before..."

The veteran was somewhat puzzled, subconsciously feeling that the man's height was unusual.

However, influenced by the forbidden relics, he did not have much doubt.

Even though the Lord of the Mountain Formation had seized the opportunity to crush the heads of two Chaos Warriors during the battle just now.

Fortunately, due to the impact of the artillery fire, no one noticed.

Dorn was in high spirits amidst the cheering crowd, enjoying the joy of victory.

"How long has it been since I've felt this kind of joy?"

He lowered his head and thought to himself.

Dorn couldn't recall anything; his memories of the war were all incredibly painful, and it seemed that humanity rarely experienced such a triumphant victory.

More often than not, he suffered crushing defeats or Pyrrhic victories, such as during the siege of Terra, where he defended the city for fifty-five days.

That was one of the most painful memories of his life, almost shattering all his pride and destroying his seemingly impenetrable defenses.

Peturabo's ugly traitorous face is still vivid in my mind.

Even now, he desperately wants to find that traitor and smash his face to pieces!

"Ha ha ha ha.

Not a single person was missing from our cabin; they were all excellent!
Hey big guy, let's go to the ship's restaurant later to celebrate! I'll treat everyone to drinks; I have a good amount of retirement money.

We veterans are treated very well; His Majesty the Savior said back then that the Empire cannot mistreat us…

The short veteran's hearty laughter and the cheers of the crowd once again flooded Dorn's mind, pulling him back to reality.

As Dorn gazed at the cheering crowd and their smiling faces, his eyes gradually welled up with tears.

He murmured:

"Perhaps this is what humanity should be like, radiating high morale and full of hope..."

Dorn did not isolate himself from the crowd, but instead blended in and enjoyed the atmosphere.

He wandered in the chaotic subspace, lonely for far too long.

As the battle ends.

Personnel from the ship's relevant units came out to clean up the battlefield and repair the damaged areas to eliminate the danger; everything was so orderly.

"I apologize, the combat barge was intercepted by heretical traitors, which led to your attack."

That was our dereliction of duty.

The War Angels Company Commander, the heavily armed individual, approached and spoke apologetically to the person in charge of the pilgrimage ship.

In fact, their support speed was quite fast.

But for the new empire, allowing civilian ships to be attacked was an inescapable responsibility, leaving no room for explanation.

They will have to write a self-criticism report later.

Moreover, the flagship vehicle of that savior, the emperor, and the father of the War Angel gene is about to pass through this route.

If the savior's flagship were to be attacked during this period, or if the pilgrims on board were to be killed and desecrated, it would be an eternal disgrace to the angels of war.

That's why the War Angel was so enraged, and used the most violent and fierce means to destroy all the heretics and traitors within its detection range at any cost.

Leave no one behind!
The war angel company commander calmed his anger and slowly said:

Fortunately, those heretics and rebels have all been executed.

The Redemption Fleet has cleared the route ahead completely; your journey from here on out will be very smooth, without any obstacles…

The previous attack was a great humiliation for the Redemption Fleet, especially now that the Saviors were about to pass through this waterway.

They planned to clear the entire shipping lane completely, including clearing out all the meteorite belts along it using heavy torpedoes, to prevent any enemy ambushes.

As for the ports of call along the way that might harbor filth and corruption, they were all thoroughly investigated and cleaned up by the judicial departments that were urgently dispatched.

We will crack down hard on illegal elements suspected of heresy and deviant behavior!

Moreover, temporary outposts were set up along the route, and even the Void Whales that passed by were hit by several cannon shots and ran away howling.

It is said that a rectification campaign will be carried out on the entire solar system next, and pirates in some peripheral areas have fled in terror, not daring to turn back.

That's how assertive we are!

In short, the Ministry of Military Affairs mobilized as many local garrison forces as possible, all for one purpose—

The point is to prevent the great savior, His Majesty the Emperor, from encountering any unpleasantness within the solar system.

If His Majesty the Emperor were attacked in the solar system, how humiliating that would be! It would be a disgrace to the Empire!

The war angel company commander was explaining some matters to the person in charge of the pilgrimage ship.

Suddenly, he frowned, as if he had discovered something, and looked up at the area in front of him, where a tall figure came into view.

That's Roger Dorn.

(End of this chapter)