Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 732 Iron Warrior: Quick, call for help! Your Majesty the Savior, you must do us justice!

bang——

To reach the target location more quickly, the dark gold luxury assault ship further increased its speed.

They even directly destroyed the obstacles in their path.

It was a stone building older than the empire itself, covered with ancient script.

It collapsed completely amidst the shockwaves of the fire.

"By the Emperor..."

The soldiers stationed at the palace fortress felt uneasy as they watched the passing ships and the collapsed relics.

That seemed like a sign of some kind of impending disaster.

……

Bang bang bang!
Amidst the roar, scorching flames rose, the heavy vehicle's engine continued to run, and faint screams could be heard.

Inside the Holy Terra Sanctuary, the atmosphere of the Hell Sauna area remains unchanged.

The heavy electronic hymns of the Saviour grew increasingly intense, even subtly drowning out the roar of the engines.

"hold onto!"

"We are the unshakeable rock of the empire!"

The warriors of the Third Combat Company of Imperial Fist are immersed in a variety of hellish challenges, forging their bodies and wills in the most rigorous way.

They had previously competed against the Ultra Warriors, and the two sides were evenly matched. They were quite disappointed about this and agreed to have another match next time.

This will determine the winner.

These tough guys in the combat company decided to train even harder to improve their endurance.

Their eyes were filled only with the desire for victory, a stronger physique, and an unwavering will!
yah~
The flames in the area suddenly dimmed, and the various alloy machines slowly came to a stop. Someone urgently shut down the engines of the machinery.

"Training is over."

The figure of the third company commander, Galadon, covered in bruises, appeared before everyone, clearly having just undergone training.

He stared at the crowd and announced loudly: "Our father of genes has issued an emergency order."

Soldiers not currently on missions must immediately cease all activity and proceed to the palace at top speed!

"Savior above, has that being been attacked?!"

Upon hearing this, the warriors of the Imperial Fist endured the pain and hurriedly struggled to their feet to assemble, filled with doubt and worry.

After all, this is in Holy Terra, one of the most heavily defended areas of the Empire. How could it possibly be attacked by the enemy, to the point that it has to gather the soldiers on leave?
The fact that warriors recuperating in the sanctuary were not conscripted in previous wars of revelation shows that this matter is quite serious!

Of course, the "gene father" that Galahad mentioned is the savior, the Emperor of the Empire, the second father of the Fist of the Empire, and their most favored adoptive father.

As for the true father of genes, the Lord of the Mountain Array, Roger Dorn, he has been missing for ten thousand years, existing only in the Legion's precepts and legends.

Aside from the most steadfast supporters like the Mountain Guardians, for many warriors, that being was not even as approachable as a savior.

Indeed, many Imperial Fist recruits use the Savior's blank gene seed.

At least most of the genes come from the savior.

This ensures that when extreme conflicts arise, a significant number of warriors will consider the issue from the perspective of a savior, rather than turning their swords against each other.

"That wasn't a combat order; it just told us to get to the target area, and there were no other requirements."

"But no matter what happens, the only thing we can do is follow orders!" Galadon explained, noticing the soldiers' worries.

With a stern and unwavering expression, he issued the order: "Proceed to the Sanctuary flying platform to board the ship!"

The savior's instructions did not require war; the core was speed.

So they need to get there as quickly as possible, and everything else has to wait.

The Third Company is the Imperial Fist Company closest to the Savior and must be the first to arrive.

The company commander wasn't too worried. The savior was in the palace, with a large number of defenses and guards, as well as the presence of the Imperial Guard.

He just needs to carry out the orders.

Soon, the muscular men of the Imperial Fist, shirtless and staggering, ran toward the flying platform.

It was very difficult.

These soldiers had already exhausted themselves in the hellish training program, and the fact that they could still get up was enough to prove their unwavering will.

In addition, they had bruises of varying degrees on their bodies, quite a gruesome sight, and they didn't have time to go to the armory to put on their armor or do anything else.

Those were soldiers who were relatively capable of taking action.

As for the unfortunate ones who were almost rendered incapacitated by the intense hellish training, they can only wait for the next batch of Thunderhawk gunships.

Behind the main force of the Imperial Fist, some soldiers were struggling to keep up, running unsteadily, almost collapsing at any moment.

Some of the soldiers who suffered even more tragic losses did not even leave the park.

Those Imperial Fist muscular men's legs were shaking so badly they were practically noodles, and they collapsed to the ground after only a few steps.

All we can do is try to crawl forward, to pupate like a pupa.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have practiced legwork!" An Imperial Fist warrior, wriggling on the ground, had tears welling up in his eyes.

Even if it meant death, he was determined to reach his target area.

That was an order!

The Imperial Fist's shirtless, wobbly walk and contorted crawl on the ground drew sidelong glances from other Space Marines on leave.

They couldn't understand why these once meticulous and unyielding imperial stalwarts would suddenly act this way.

Beach area.

A certain commander of the Holy Blood Angels Legion, who was sunbathing, sat up and looked at the warriors of the Imperial Fist.

He slowly turned his face, took a big sip of coconut juice, and seemed lost in thought:
"Is this some kind of new training method, where you push yourself to your physical limits and then go on long runs to unleash your potential?"
Truly worthy of being Dorne's offspring, working so hard; the Empire depends on these young men..."

Dante was quite moved and lay back down.

Over the years, he has only taken vacations, and his main task has been to eat, drink, and play with the savior.

Only when faced with an apocalyptic battle will they participate in the war as vanguards, risking their lives.

For this lazy bum, dying on the battlefield means retirement, and surviving means returning home to continue his retirement.

These days are simply heaven.

"Praise be to the Savior..."

Dante mumbled to himself and drifted off to sleep again.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly woke up, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes, and anger welling up inside him.

Just now, the commander of the Holy Blood Angels Legion received a signal of supreme alert.

It was an irregular and difficult-to-track emergency signal, which only a few high-ranking beings in the Empire were qualified to send.

Moreover, the message conveyed by the Supreme Alert is singular: the supreme being of the Empire is in danger.

To maintain unity, the new empire adopted the tradition of high vigilance, but added new elements.

The savior is also included in the highest level of protection.

Now that he has received this signal, it means that the Emperor or the Savior is in danger!
With the spread of the highest level of alert.

A disturbance broke out at the Sanctuary Sanctuary, and the Space Marines sprang into action.

Dante leaped up and ran frantically to the armory to don his armor; no one was faster than him.

Neither the emperor nor His Majesty the savior can afford to have anything happen to them, otherwise how will he be able to lie down and live a peaceful life in the future?

Those alien heretics are so depraved, they must be suicidal!
At this moment, the guards of Holy Terra also received that unfamiliar Supreme Warning signal.

In an instant, Terra's defense system went on high alert, scanning any areas where enemies might appear.

Countless turrets rise and heat up, ready to deliver a thunderous blow to the alien heretics and rebels at any moment.

Mountain Shrine.

In the sacred area, dust fell in gusts as the ancient mechanical communication array vibrated.

A loud alarm was sounded.

The sound emitted by the mottled sound array was slightly shrill.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fist has returned and issued orders to his most loyal guards—

Hold the wall!

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the Mountain Array Guardians, who had steadfastly guarded the sacred site for millennia and never left even after the Mountain Array was dismantled, began to move.

Like one moving, solid stone wall after another.

This disciplined and resilient force, stronger than any rock, will proceed to the palace to carry out the will of the Mountain Lord!

With the sudden communication from the Savior and the Lord of the Mountain Formation, as well as the dissemination of the highest alert signal, the situation became tense without anyone noticing.

That was the spearhead of a violent conflict.

Commanders sent alerts and inquired about relevant information to the military and intelligence departments.

As they learned of the situation, they quickly dispatched wave after wave of elite armed troops to the palace area.

A massive swarm of Thunderhawk gunboats and assault ships headed toward the palace area, their presence menacing.

Now that the alert has been triggered, we must go to the king's aid immediately!

……

More than ten minutes ago, at the construction site of the Iron Warriors Legion, a building collapsed.

A piercing alarm blared.

That means an intruder has broken into this important large construction site, full of malice.

"Stop him—"

Fricks grew increasingly furious as he stared at the towering figure that had destroyed the concrete piles, a figure that resembled a raging beast.

He roared, "Intruders, cease your rebellious acts immediately, or you will be punished with death!"

That being actually damaged the foundation that was almost completed, which will affect the construction schedule.

The Iron Warriors worked so hard to secure such an important project, they absolutely cannot afford any problems!

Soon, two engineering machines, each over ten meters tall, blocked the intruders, followed by the pursuing steel warriors.

They dared not use heavy artillery on the foundation of this important subspace facility, and could only use vehicles to intercept and try to capture the enemy.

To prevent the other party from causing damage throughout the construction site.

However, the power of that being was so terrifying that it lifted the black boulder and smashed it down, instantly overturning one piece of construction machinery, while another piece of construction machinery was also crushed by the fallen friendly machinery.

Unable to move.

This massive construction site, spanning thousands of square kilometers and occupying two hilltops, has erupted in unrest.

The figure rampaged through the construction site, taking advantage of the terrain. No one could stop it, and even detection equipment struggled to locate it.

More destruction occurred, and the roaring continued.

The mechanical legs of a multi-armed engineering titan were destroyed in some way, and it crashed to the ground with a thud.

"Savior! My equipment! It's a brand-new, high-end engineering Titan, worth more than all the junk found on the battlefield!"

Before Fricks could even feel angry, his heart was pounding. Those expensive engineering machines were the Legion's most valuable assets.

These battlefield engineers rely on these things for their livelihood; they're more valuable than weapons.

Even more troublesome is that, due to this turmoil, some facilities on the construction site have been experiencing phantom energy sparks and arcs.

There is clearly a problem.

"Make way, make way quickly! Prioritize protecting the construction site and construction machinery, and maintain stability!"

The war blacksmith was extremely nervous and heartbroken, and realized that he could not afford to have a violent conflict on the construction site, lest it cause even greater losses.

The important thing is to prevent any problems with the subspace equipment, as that would be a major accident, and serious accountability would be required afterward.

Moreover, it could cause an irreparable disaster!
The Iron Warriors, fearing the consequences, dared not pursue the enemy any further.

Upon receiving the message, they quickly operated engineering machinery to take cover or raised arrays to protect the relevant facilities and areas.

However, some important heavy machinery is difficult to move, and it is right in the path of the invaders' advance, which is very troublesome.

That was a precious asset of the Empire, a relic-level facility built by the Mechanicus at great expense of resources.

They do not belong to the Iron Warriors.

It also relates to the success or failure of this secret subspace project.

"Organize defenses!"

Fricks felt a chill run down his spine.

He rushed desperately toward the area where the heavy machinery was located, as did the other elite soldiers.

They gathered together, forming a human wall to block the heavy machinery, vowing to protect the expensive imperial property with their lives.

Whether they were war blacksmiths or other steel warriors, they all knew that they must never allow heretical rebels to destroy heavy subspace equipment.

The Iron Warriors project was originally funded by the company itself, and if these expensive heavy equipment are damaged, plus compensation and other costs, the consequences will be dire.

That would be enough to bankrupt their legion's engineering group on the spot, leaving them so poor they'd have to sell their pants, and they might even face serious consequences from the court.

Perturabo, the genetic father of the Iron Warriors, would never forgive their mistake afterward and would most likely hang those involved.

From a certain perspective, this is also a form of restriction and control exerted by the Empire over the Iron Warrior Legion.

Boom boom boom!
An explosive fiery tore through the sky, and warp energy flickered.

Several hundred-ton transport vehicles were overturned like toys, and Blackstone Machinery was cleaved in two by a sharp blade, with shrapnel flying like bullets.

That was not a human, but a walking ancient behemoth, whose charge brought the threat of death.

It's suffocating!

The Iron Warriors had no idea what that wall-like figure was, nor could they make out its appearance.

All we know is that the opponent's strength is at least at the level of a Primarch or higher.

They may die in a terrorist attack.

Gradually, the battle cries rose, growing more impassioned and unified—

"Steel begets strength, and strength begets will!"

"The sons of the Steel Lord will never retreat; they will protect the Empire's property!"

Fricks took a deep breath, showing no sign of backing down, as did the other elite warriors.

They were warriors who were not afraid of death and were willing to charge into battle, even when faced with deadly firepower from the fortress walls.

Or rather, these steel warriors were more afraid of project failure than death, of the punishment from the savior and the steel master, and of losing the glory they had just gained.

Fricks stood at the forefront of the team, raising shields and force fields with the warriors, forming an iron defense with their flesh and blood.

They attempted to withstand the onslaught of that terrifying entity head-on, thereby protecting the heavy subspace equipment behind them.

Bang!
The ancient behemoth struck like lightning, and Fricks felt an immense force as he watched helplessly as his shield dented and shattered.

Then he flew up like the soldiers around him, crashing heavily to the ground in a distorted vision.

Blood kept spilling from his mouth, indicating that his internal organs had clearly suffered considerable damage.

"Damn it!"

Fricks felt like his brain was mush, and he struggled to get up, swaying unsteadily.

He immediately looked in the direction of the heavy equipment, worried that the Naya space machinery facilities might be damaged, leading to a leak of chaotic energy.

In the field of vision, the super-heavy drilling rig suddenly rushed forward, knocking the charging figure away from the side.

Redemption, such a profound act of redemption!
The blacksmith, who was in the midst of war, suddenly had this idea, and he finally had time to react.

In fact, less than a minute has passed since the intruder launched the attack.

Everything happened so suddenly, catching everyone off guard.

Who would have thought that just as the Iron Warriors were working on the project, a powerful Primarch-level being suddenly appeared and disrupted the construction site, bullying them.

He connected to the Imperial Guard's channel.

The Iron Warriors are all engineering equipment; they're unlikely to stop something of that caliber. We need to call in reinforcements quickly.

Fricks roared, pleading for help from the Imperial Guard patrol:

"Imperial Guards, come quickly!"

Our construction site has been attacked by heretical rebels! Coordinates have been sent!

This Chaos Warrior had never longed for the arrival of the Imperial Guard so much; every second on the construction site was a loss!

"Rebellion—"

Dorn, his momentum undiminished, slowly rose, leaning against the black stone wall, his body covered in sticky filth.

He discarded his damaged legendary power sword, got up, and used his relic power gauntlets to knock over the heavy drilling rig that had just knocked him down.

He was angrier than ever.

The Iron Warriors' attempt to install dark warp machinery in the palace is a heretical and deadly act.

More importantly, he saw the emblem of the savior on the banners of those mechanical and steel warriors.

It turns out that the Savior, like Horus, was entangled with the Chaos heretics, who may have deceived the Custodians and were plotting a terrible scheme to destroy the palace.

"Savior.

You have betrayed the empire and the emperor! I despise you! I will put you, you traitor, to trial!

Dorne swore an oath and used forbidden relics to attack, destroying the towering statue of the Savior on the construction site.

Boom! ! !
The collapse of the statue crushed even more construction machinery.

"No!"

Fricks and the other Iron Warriors looked at the wreckage and cried out in anguish.

They were furious. The project was completely ruined, they had lost a fortune from their advance payments, and they would never get the final payment back!
However, the warning from the Lord of the Mountain Array and the act of destroying the statue of the Savior were like stirring up a hornet's nest.

More commotion ensued.

Perhaps due to the interference of the relics of the Lord of the Mountain Formation, the damage to the engineering machinery could not be known to the relevant armed forces immediately, but the statue of the Savior has a special alarm device inside.

As soon as the alarm sounded that the statue of the Savior was damaged, many armed forces in the vicinity were quickly mobilized.

This is no ordinary heresy or rebellion; we must strike hard!
In the sight of Dorn and the others, the savior's radiant banner of honor slowly rose, like some kind of declaration.

"Your Majesty the Savior..."

When Fricks saw the banner of honor, his eyes welled up with tears, and he felt a pang of grievance.

He had a vague feeling that a righteous official had arrived: "You must stand up for us!"

(End of this chapter)