Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 733 Roger Dorn: Oh no, I've become a heretic traitor?!

drop drop~
The artifact device on Dorn detected a signal of armed gathering, and a large number of troops were heading towards the palace.

He looked up at the banner of honor protected by the force field in the distance, knowing full well that it was very likely the armed forces of that heretical traitor, the Savior.

"It seems that some Space Marines, just like ten thousand years ago, have turned to the savior who threw himself into chaos..."

Dorn thought to himself.

The current situation is indeed difficult and deeply depressing.

But he believed that not all Imperial warriors would betray him, that there would still be loyalists, not to mention the Fist of the Empire and his own offspring.

The Imperial Fist has always been the most steadfast guardian of Terra; they are so excellent, strong, and their will is as firm as a rock.

Those genetic offspring will surely come to my aid!

hum~
Dorn activated the forbidden relic, sending out signal fluctuations that, while creating the illusion of a signal, scanned the surrounding terrain.

They were trying to find a secret passage leading to the core defensive fortifications of the palace.

As a master of defense, he possesses numerous relic force field facilities and shielding devices.

It can withstand some attacks and distort the surrounding electromagnetic and biological information, thus enabling it to fight better.

After wandering for millennia, Dorne's strength and survivability are even greater than before.

He can instinctively perceive the operational structure and vulnerabilities of the defense system.

That is a power akin to the essence of things.

With this ability, Dorn escaped unscathed from being surrounded by chaotic demonic tides on several occasions.

They even evaded the New Empire's surveillance and infiltrated the Holy Terra, a heavily fortified and almost superhumanly protected city built by the Savior.

They approached the palace step by step.

Of course, this ability is not invincible. If the enemy's defense reaches a certain level, it will be beyond the capabilities of individual combat.

"The secret passage to the palace still exists, spanning forty-five kilometers, with nine defensive positions and a large-scale force field..."

Dorn was quite relieved to receive the data.

The palace structure has been altered, but fortunately the changes are not significant.

The vast majority of areas remain as they were when they were cast under their own supervision.

That proves that the savior's tentacles have not yet reached, or are unable to reach, the heavily guarded palace, which is like a small continent.

As long as one enters the palace in time, one can use the ancient authority to control the fortifications.

This would not only allow them to use Aegis to prevent orbital bombardment, but also to strike those rebel forces.

More importantly, the encirclement has not yet been formed, the Saviors' rebel forces are on their way, and there are no Primarch-level beings to stop them.

I still have a chance!

The only problem is how to quickly break through those nine heavily defended positions.

"Saviors, heretics, rebels, you will pay the price in blood!"

Dorn charged up with a roar.

He charged out once more like an ancient behemoth, wreaking havoc on the Steel Warriors' construction site and causing massive explosions.

He wanted to draw all the rebel forces to this construction site, thereby reducing the defensive strength in other areas.

Meanwhile, Dorn also marked out area after area.

That was a beacon of attack.

Once he takes control of the fortifications, he can deploy firepower platforms to strike all marked areas and destroy any gathered heretics and rebels.

He will not be as helpless and make mistakes as he was during the Siege of Terra.

All enemies will be subjected to devastating bombardment!

Dorn scurried about the Steel Warriors construction site, amidst the massive machinery hundreds of meters high.

Heavy artillery fire from the perimeter was difficult to aim at, and they dared not attack easily.

To avoid the destruction of heavy subspace equipment.

He has discovered that the savior rebels care about these dark machines and use them as mobile barriers.

Despite this, Dorn's breakout attempt was still somewhat difficult, and he was nearly locked onto by heavy artillery fire several times.

His brows were furrowed:
"Damn it, I need more armed forces for cover. Aren't there any loyalists around here?!"

Suddenly, a whooshing sound was heard.

A squadron of yellow-painted Thunderhawk gunboats sped closer; they were Imperial Fist's airborne vehicles.

"My genetic offspring have arrived; they are the first Imperial forces to come to our aid..."

As Dorn watched the Imperial Fist gunship squadron hurtling towards him from the sky, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and warmth.

It seems that the Fist of the Empire has not forgotten its own admonitions and teachings, and has engraved discipline and loyalty into its very being.

His Dorne offspring, the stalwarts of the Empire, were so reliable, always the most trustworthy army of his father and the Empire.

"The fortress still stands."

Dorn murmured.

He felt a mix of emotions as he thought about meeting the loyal offspring of his genes and fighting alongside them.

This vigilant, the master of the mountain formation, was not good at expressing his emotions; he simply stood firm, his body as solid as a city wall.

He solemnly raised his hand and projected his own insignia onto the Thunderhawk gunboat of the Imperial Fist.

That proclaimed the existence of this loyal Primarch, echoing the rebellious banner of honor of the Savior.

From Dorne's perspective, now that the Savior's banner of rebellion has been raised, he too must make a statement.

He raised the "banner" representing the loyalists, guiding the offspring of the Imperial Fist genes.

However, in Dorn's expectant gaze—

The Thunderhawk gunboat of the Imperial Fist swept overhead with a whoosh, creating a strong gust of air.

They ignored him completely and flew directly to the banner of the savior's honor.

The Thunderhawk gunboat churned up debris, and a small stone fell from above, hitting Dorn on the head with a thud before rolling to the ground.

The sound was very crisp.

???

Why did my child go to the savior's side?!

The Imperial Fist gunboat ignored the insignia of the Father of Genesis, speeding over Dorn and heading towards the area where the Savior was located.

All that remained was exhaust fumes.

Dorn froze on the spot, feeling abandoned and quite desolate.

It's become obvious.

His most prized genetic offspring rejected the orders of the Father of Genetics and even joined the rebellious banner of the Savior!
Then, Dorn saw Imperial Fist warriors emerging from the Thunderhawk gunship in the distance, shirtless and staggering, and he was even more incredulous.

Especially those Imperial Fist warriors who were lying on the ground like cocoons because their legs went weak.

His offspring wore no armor, had no weapons, and appeared incredibly weak.

Even walking normally is difficult.

Several others hadn't run more than a few steps before their legs gave way, and they collapsed to their knees before the banner of honor of the savior.

This is an absolute disgrace!

"The Imperial Fist, why has Terra's walled fortress become so weak and vulnerable?"

Dorn's vision went black, as if he had been punched hard, and his head was spinning.

The treacherous and abstract acts of those genetic offspring dealt a tremendous blow to this stone-like Primarch.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, the actions of the Imperial Fist have shattered the pride of their Primarch Father!
It's like your own academically excellent child suddenly following a blond-haired hoodlum.

He also had dyed hair, a lip piercing, succubus tattoos, and super short shorts, and even said to Old Deng, "Don't meddle in other people's business!"
Dorne, the Primarch father, was tall and upright, his wall-like body slightly hunched, and a hint of vicissitude even appeared on his resolute face.

He aged considerably in an instant.

Dorn couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It's even harder to imagine that the army they trained was as strong as a city wall and as stubborn as a rock.

"Is that the Fist of the Empire? Is that truly my genetic offspring?"

How could he, Rogue Dorn, the son of the Vigilantes, have become like this? What happened to the teachings and instructions of the Imperial Fist Legion?
What about loyalty and willpower?

How could he possibly face the emperor and his father now?!

Dorn was heartbroken and felt an indescribable shame and remorse.

He failed to properly educate his offspring, leading them to betray him, the empire, and their father!
In fact, after the savior gave the order, the mechanical goddess took over all the equipment of the new empire.

The soldiers in the Garadon and other combat companies had no chance to see the message at all.

Moreover, these Imperial Fist warriors, after undergoing intense hellish training programs, are still able to get up and rush to the palace, making them the elite of the Imperial armed forces.

Normally, Space Marines are carried on stretchers to the recovery room for treatment after completing Hell Project.

hum~
The machine sparked loudly.

Because he had previously sent a projection of his Primarch's insignia, the shielding devices set up by Dorn had failed. Realizing this, he quickly moved to a different location.

However, the next moment, he discovered that new armed forces had arrived and landed on the flight platform in the area where the Savior's Rebellion Banner was located.

That's the Holy Blood Angels Warband!

Even Saint Gilles' descendants have sided with the Savior?!
Soon, the heavy gunships with the Ultramarines' azure paint scheme also arrived at high speed, and they too gathered in the area marked by the Savior's banner.

The Imperial Fist, Blood Angels, Ultramarines, and other units all received warnings from the Supreme Alert and his rebellious actions against the Saviors.

They still chose to stand on the side of the savior.

How absurd!
"Is it a collective betrayal, or just a few individuals who have lost their loyalty?"
In this situation, it's no longer just a problem of the Imperial Fist, is it?

Dorn murmured.

For some reason, he felt a little better.

Dorne's beliefs have been repeatedly challenged, leaving him somewhat numb.

But he still didn't believe that all of these loyal warriors would betray him.

Even among the traitorous legions of ten thousand years ago, many loyal warriors chose to sever ties with Horus.

But this situation still made Dorn feel that the darkness was gradually deepening.

Is there anyone left to trust on Terra? Are there any loyalists left at all?!

Just as his heart sank, a violent whooshing sound came from the air.

Whoosh! ! !
Several golden aerial vehicles approached menacingly, exuding a threatening aura.

Dorn looked up.

The vehicles and ships were covered in an almost arrogant, gleaming gold that did not reflect light even under the blazing sun.

Instead, it devours it.

He recognized it at a glance as an Ares gunboat, an ancient aerial unit used by the Imperial Guard.

The power is amazing.

Of course, this was a notorious presence for the Empire's enemies, a testament to the arrival of the Imperial Guard and deadly air power.

There have even been instances where the enemy surrendered as soon as the Ares gunship appeared in enemy airspace.

This is sufficient proof of the strength of these aerial firepower units and the Imperial Guard.

"Father's guards have finally arrived; the fortress walls have not yet completely collapsed..."

The vigilant, the master of the mountain formation, felt his suppressed emotions ease considerably and couldn't help but smile.

He finally had reliable allies and firepower support; the palace's firepower platform would also be on his side.

The arrival of the Imperial Guard also proves that the father's guard system is still functioning, and the Golden Throne is temporarily safe.

Surely the Imperial Guards couldn't also defect to the savior, could they?
It is common knowledge that anyone in the Empire might betray their father, but the Imperial Guard would not; they are the most loyal and steadfast force.

That is beyond doubt.

Loyalists still exist, and the rebels, including the savior, will inevitably fail and perish!
"Ok?"

However, the smile on Dorn's face quickly disappeared.

He sensed danger.

The Ares gunboat's fire control system seemed to be aimed at him; it was just a subtle sensation that made the hairs on his body stand on end.

The next moment, the Magnum Cannon on the Radiant Gold Gunship lit up, one of the Empire's most powerful vehicle energy weapons.

A powerful energy pulse, powerful enough to destroy any life!
Dorn couldn't understand what was going on, but his body had a beast-like instinct for alertness.

He instinctively began to dodge, suddenly lunging to the side.

In an instant, the space around him distorted, and ruby-like energy rays swept toward him.

It fuses the ground and any materials involved into crystals.

A dozen or so fierce venomous spider pulses swept along the way, blocking all of Dorn's escape routes.

They forced it out of its hiding place and into people's sight.

"The Imperial Guards have finally arrived..."

A smile crept across Fricks' face as he watched the Ares gunboats attack the abominable invaders.

He was very moved.

The moment the banner of the Savior was raised, the Emperor's Imperial Guard was summoned to protect the construction site of this legion of steel warriors.

This is enough to prove that His Majesty the Savior still cares about them!
Not only the War Blacksmith, but other Iron Warriors were also very excited to see the Imperial Guard arrive.

His Majesty the Savior has finally intervened to stop that abominable entity, and the construction site can now stop its losses!

"Long live the Savior!"

In an instant, a joyful atmosphere filled the construction site, and cheers could be faintly heard.

The hatch of the Ares gunboat slowly opened, and one after another, the Imperial Guards, clad in gleaming gold armor and exuding an imposing aura, appeared, their crimson cloaks fluttering in the air currents.

dong dong dong~
They jumped down one after another, smashing deep cracks in the rocky ground, displaying their formidable power.

The leader was none other than the former leader of the Thunder Guard, now one of the Guard's Marshals—

Carter Crowley!
This unit was one of the most elite units within the Imperial Guard, and also the most loyal to the Savior.

Their loyalty to the Savior surpassed their loyalty to the Emperor; they were the Savior's Imperial Guard in every sense of the word.

Upon receiving the icon alarm, the unit quickly mobilized and used the Ares gunboats to force the blasphemous rebels out of their hiding place.

They were rounded up and captured.

Carter was about three meters tall, dressed in gleaming gold heavy armor, adorned with numerous relics, and walked with a heavy gait.

"Traitor, surrender!"

He raised the ancient spear and pointed it at Dorn, who was slightly taller than him, his voice filled with authority and loyalty.

???

That shout completely stunned Dorn; his cerebellum nearly atrophied, and his lips were trembling.

"Rebellion?"
"Wasn't I a loyalist? How did I become a heretic and traitor?!"

This vigilant, the master of the mountain formation, was bewildered; he had always regarded himself as the emperor's most loyal son.

The fact that the Imperial Guard Marshal, representing the Emperor's will, denounced him as a traitor was undoubtedly a deep blow and humiliation.

This left him stunned and rooted to the spot.

yah~
"Arrest him!"

At that moment, Carter's ignited relic spear struck, carrying immense force, and the sound of it tearing through the air erupted instantly.

The disintegration force field erupted with a ferocious light.

At the same time, other Imperial Guards also launched an attack, with downward-mounted concussion bombs exploding and covering the area.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Dorn was sent flying by Carter's relic attack after parrying several blows, crashing heavily into the pile of black rocks behind him.

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere.

This artifact attack was exceptionally powerful, even the sturdy black stone could not withstand it.

Cough cough--

Dorn clutched his chest and got up, immediately raising his hand to activate a force field shield in front of him.

He couldn't believe it, yet still held onto a sliver of hope:
"Imperial Guards, you have chosen the wrong target. I am the Emperor's son, and it is I who have issued the highest warning signal."

The savior is the heretic and rebel!

Smoke billowed as a barrage of energy pulses, explosive bombs, and other attacks crashed into the special shield field.

It burst into a blazing fire.

Even the black stone behind them was breaking and turning bright red.

The weapons equipped by the Imperial Guards were comparable to the high-powered weapons on heavy vehicles, and were even more agile.

boom!
Dorn slammed his fist into the ground, causing it to crack, and the force field ripples from the relic gauntlet swept outwards in a fan shape towards the Imperial Guard.

This caused them to lose their balance briefly.

He then burst out of the smoke, elbowing the two nearest Imperial Guards soldiers, creating a gap in the Imperial Guards' formation.

"I am Dorn!"

Dorn seized the opportunity to shout loudly, reiterating his identity.

He realized that the information he had sent out earlier was probably blocked by the savior's rebellious data blockade.

"You're the one we're arresting, you traitor who blasphemed His Majesty the Savior!"

Carter interrupted Dorn, and the Relic Spear struck again without hesitation.

Forget about this and that, let's just capture the person and hand him over to the savior first.

Whether in the galaxy or in the subspace, no one can blaspheme the Savior.

Let alone Rog Dorn, even the Chaos God would have to go up and shoot him twice!
(End of this chapter)