Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 734 Savior: Stop, Dorn! The righteous army of my empire is outside!

The relic spear roared with flames and struck Rog Dorn hard in the chest.

He was like a mortal struck by a battering sledgehammer, soaring into the air in an arc before crashing back into the still-warm black rock pile.

Stone fragments and flames flew together.

Carter and the Imperial Guard were resolute in their stance. Not only did Dorn attack important Imperial construction sites, but more seriously, they desecrated and destroyed the icon of the Savior.

They even arrogantly declared that the savior was a heretic and traitor, clamoring to make that emperor pay the price.

This is definitely heresy!

This completely crossed the line of the Savior's Guard and is unforgivable.

He must be arrested!

To be honest, if the entity before them hadn't been suspected of being a return to the Primal, Carter and the Imperial Guard would have already deployed devastating orbital weapons to annihilate it.

Even so, they could not allow any Primarch to threaten the Savior's authority and rule.

That's one of their duties.

zizi~
Several heavily armored Terminators in golden Skyhawk armor strode forward with heavy steps.

They ignited high-intensity electric spears, pinning the fallen Dorn to the ground and restricting his movements.

A violent electric current coursed through Dorn's body, causing painful paralysis and temporarily disabling his muscles.

"Prisoner, or rather, Primarch?"

We cannot confirm your identity yet; that requires a complex verification process.

As for whether you are a traitor, that will be judged by His Majesty the Great Savior.

I now advise you to play it safe to avoid making further mistakes.

After learning about the relevant information, Field Marshal Carter realized that there might be a misunderstanding.

His tone softened considerably as he patiently offered his advice.

Carter was not qualified to judge a Primarch, but he would limit that being in any way he could.

To prevent the other party from causing more chaos or entering the palace and threatening His Majesty the Savior.

He was well aware of the immense impact and threat that Roger Dorn could pose if the other party were indeed him.

“I am not a traitor; you are the real traitors, who have stolen the empire’s authority along with the savior.”

Dorn knelt on the ground and slowly raised his head to say this.

He was now convinced that the Imperial Guard before him had defected to the Savior.

I can't even imagine what it's like inside the palace.

From any perspective, that savior seemed like a heretic and rebel.

For example, the opposing side brought the traitorous legions Iron Warriors and Space Necromancers, who had once besieged Terra, into the palace.

Another example is turning the imperial guards into a private army, placing their own authority above that of the emperor.

These things cannot be explained or absolved, at least not in the logic of the vigilant and the master of the mountain formation.

It's also hard to accept.

Dorn pondered.

Perhaps while his father slept, the Savior secretly colluded with a portion of the corrupt Imperial Guard to seize power from the human empire.

Or perhaps the Imperial Guards before us are actually using a false identity.

These Imperial Guards, though powerful, were different from the Imperial Guards his father had previously commanded.

“You concealed the truth and dared not let me into the palace, fearing that if the truth came out, you would face a backlash from the loyalists.”

However, you cannot stop me from going in, nor can you stop the Emperor's loyal son from ascending the Golden Throne.

Dorn gazed at Carter and the other guards, his resolve growing ever stronger:

"Your biggest mistake was underestimating the power of the Primarch, especially underestimating me—"

Roger Dorn!

He almost shouted it out by the end.

"Hold him down!"

The Golden Eagle Terminators continued to strengthen the electric field, and more Imperial Guards stepped forward to provide assistance.

Carter's Relic Spear was reignited, attempting to unleash a shockwave attack.

But it was too late.

Dorne's power was greater than anyone had imagined.

He stood up abruptly against the electric field, and with a roar, smashed the guard's spear that was restraining him with his arm armor.

It even overturned several Golden Eagle Terminators.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the incoming relic spear and crushed the artifact-level weapon with his bare hands.

Flames shot into the sky as a clenched giant fist slammed into Carter's chest.

It sent him flying.

These all happen in a second or even less.

So much so that ordinary Iron Warriors only saw a blur before Dorn broke the Guardians' restrictions and even sent Guardians Marshal Carter flying with his hammer.

The scene fell silent instantly.

This is the power of the awakened Primarch, a martial force beyond the Primarch's reach, which even the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard would find difficult to contend with.

While the Imperial Guard was indeed the emperor's perfect creation, their potential was fixed, preventing them from making further progress and growth.

Therefore, that being used its own genes to create the Primarch, which could continue to grow.

Over the millennia, many Primarchs have gained power based on their own nature, becoming increasingly powerful.

Dorne, through his own willpower, gained a resilient body and further refined his skills, becoming adept at using the terrain in combat and defense.

Such terrifying individual combat strength and skills make it difficult even for the army to capture and strike them.

The leader of the mountain formation did not linger and forcibly crossed the defensive line to rush towards the palace.

That was the right strategy for him to control powerful firepower.

"hateful!"

Carter got up.

His gleaming gold breastplate was slightly dented, revealing numerous cracks.

Despite suffering such a heavy blow, he quickly pounced again, even more fiercely.

This leader of the Savior Guard had no other merits except that he was good at taking the most brutal beatings!
Carter led the elite Guards of the Imperial Guard to surround Dorn, using their strength to confront the awakened Dorne head-on.

Each collision between the two sides generated an airburst.

He fell down again and again, but got up again to chase and stop them.

More imperial guards arrived to assist in the battle and held back the leader of the mountain formation.

"You can't stop me!"

Dorn slams Carter into a multi-limbed engineering Titan that is trying to dodge, causing the Iron Warriors who witness this scene to cry out in pain.

"Unfortunately, only the Primarch can defeat the Primarch."

With your genetic strength, you are not worthy to be my opponent. You cannot breach the Empire's most fortified walls!

As he spoke, he tore apart Carter's golden armor and kicked him hard to the ground.

After Dorne thwarted the enemy's offensive, he successfully crossed another line of defense—the seventh line.

victory is in sight.

However, in his field of vision.

Carter slowly got up again, and even though his golden armor was completely shattered and he was covered in wounds, he still maintained his fighting spirit.

It was as if only death could bring him down.

"You are very good."

Dorn's resolute face softened as he couldn't help but admire the man before him who could be called a warrior.

The opponent has a resilient body and will.

If only his offspring could possess such a resilient body and will.

Dorn recalled the limp, confused, and abstract behavior of the Imperial Fist genetic offspring he had seen before.

My heart inevitably twitched a little.

If he can successfully weather this crisis, he will surely execute all the traitors and then ruthlessly rebuild the Imperial Fist Legion.

Dorn stared at Carter before him and issued a final warning:
"If you continue fighting, you will die here. There is no chance of survival!"

He wasn't lamenting the soldier's death, but rather didn't want the other person to waste his precious time any more.

Upon hearing this, Carter hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped aside, seemingly giving up on blocking the way.

Dorn stared at the other person's appearance, stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected this outcome.

In his prediction, the savior's warrior would not yield, and only death could stop him.

"This is the order of His Majesty the Savior. That great being has arrived, and you have no chance."

Your only way out is to give up resistance and clear up the misunderstanding...

Carter addressed the other party's doubts and offered serious advice.

If it weren't for His Majesty's orders, he would have fought to the very last moment. "Clear the misunderstanding?"
"What are your... conditions for that savior? Do you dare let me into the palace to meet the Emperor?"

Dorn pondered for a moment and asked, "I will believe all of this as long as the Emperor himself acknowledges your loyalty."

"You may enter the palace."

Carter said unexpectedly, but then added:
"The premise is that you disarm and remove any possible mechanical equipment."

"Proceed to the Golden Throne under the supervision of His Majesty the Savior."

"Do you think I would agree to disarm and be slaughtered by you heretics and rebels?" Dorn asked with a cold laugh.

“You won’t.” Carter shook his head, continuing to convey the savior’s message: “So His Majesty said he’ll find a way to get you to agree!”

Rumbling--

Within the area of ​​the battle, the battered Engineering Titan collapsed, bursting into scorching flames and revealing the scene behind it.

Dorn looked toward the palace area through the firelight, where the banners of honor of the Savior shone brightly in the sun, taking on an even more sacred air.

On the steps of the palace mountain, warriors were already lined up. The Ultra Warriors, Holy Blood Angels, Imperial Fists, Rift Lords and other forces were spread all over the mountain, guarding the flag in the shape of the Chinese character "山" (mountain).

At the same time, a dense array of Thunderhawk gunboats, landing ships, and fortified platforms were on their way, almost filling the airspace surrounding the palace.

They hovered in mid-air, seemingly waiting for orders.

Then, dozens of beams of light lit up, the earth rumbled, and the Imperial Titan, forged from radiant gold, appeared in all directions, with the Savior's Banner hanging on its armor fluttering in the wind.

The encirclement by the Saviors' forces... is now completely complete!
"how is this possible?"

As Dorn watched this scene, his breathing became heavy, and the pressure from the mountain materialized and crushed over him.

It caused his body to tremble instinctively.

Dorn realized that his artifact detection equipment had stopped working at some point.

That was a silent data intrusion and tampering!

He anticipated being besieged, but he couldn't imagine that the savior could mobilize an army of this size.

They even deployed dozens of high-level Imperial Titans, seemingly bringing over the entire Imperial arsenal.

As for that? !

What he didn't expect was that no loyalists came to the palace to support him.

Even his personal guards, the mountain array guards, didn't come!

Meanwhile, atop the Mountain Sanctuary, the heavily armed Mountain Guardians gazed at the empty flight platform and the disconnected port.

He fell into a daze.

It seems they are unable to support the master of the mountain formation, the genetic father of their own...

Upon receiving the savior's instructions, the new empire immediately severed all passages from the Mountain Sanctuary to the outside world.

They even took the ships from the flight platform, making it impossible to airdrop.

This will turn this sanctuary fortress in near-Earth orbit into a temporary space prison.

"Luckily, I had a contingency plan, otherwise that stubborn donkey Dorn would have caused a major incident."

Ron stepped off the dark gold luxury assault ship and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Upon receiving intelligence that Dorn might be returning, he immediately blocked the news and organized an interception.

The only problem is that Dorn sent a high alert signal, which caused some confusion.

Fortunately, the new empire had advanced communication capabilities, allowing them to promptly reorganize the troops that had come to the emperor's aid.

In a way, that top-alert message helped accelerate the troop assembly.

Having a large population isn't necessarily a bad thing. The chaotic fel energy spreading across the Iron Warriors construction site is almost solidifying, which helps prevent the risk of warp leakage.

It will also allow us to better intercept the master of that mountain formation.

Ron was still very wary of Dorn, that stubborn mule.

He knew all too well the devastation a stubborn Primarch could cause.

For example, Primarch Koz single-handedly caused turmoil in the five hundred worlds of Alteramar, and several Primarchs were unable to capture him despite their pursuit.

The lion wasn't that stubborn; they all misunderstandingly destroyed their own homeworld, Caliban.

"Who knows what that stubborn donkey from Dorne, who has authority over the palace's defenses, might do?"

Ron could only base his judgment on the worst-case scenario.

He had to disarm Dorne and restrict his movements before he dared to let him into the palace.

Otherwise, the stubborn donkey, awakened to its true nature, could infiltrate the palace, gain defensive authority, and wage guerrilla warfare against itself.

With a fortified complex inside the palace that's roughly the size of dozens of nest cities, wouldn't it take a lot of effort and military intervention to turn almost half of the eastern continent upside down?!

This is the influence of the master of the mountain formation, the forger of the imperial palace, and the last guardian of the emperor's walls; under special circumstances, it can unleash extremely powerful forces.

Now that a chain of suspicion has formed, no one dares to let their guard down, lest they pay an unbearable price.

This is true for Dorn, and it is true for himself; it is a situation in which compromise is very difficult.

That might be a good thing. If handled properly, he could use this opportunity to completely bring the mechanical goddess and the army into the palace.

This would eliminate the last hidden dangers and defensive loopholes of the new empire, and integrate all defense systems instead of continuing to use that outdated and uncontrollable system.

It is also an important facility for completing the Empire's counter-offensive plan.

Ron pondered as he walked up the steps outside the palace, followed by troop after troop of Imperial Guards.

Having completed his own arrangements, it's time to step in and resolve the issues.

Ron, supported by the loyal warriors of the Empire, arrived at the banner of honor and looked toward Dorn, the Lord of the Mountain Range, who stood in the distance.

He casually pulled over a shirtless, muscular man from the Imperial Fist and handed him the sonic array:
"Try to persuade your genetic father to stop going his own way and avoid making more mistakes."

In reality, at this point, the Imperial Fist's persuasion was no longer very effective, but he still had to go through the motions to establish his legitimacy as the savior.

"Ah I?"

The upright and meticulous Imperial Fist warrior felt immense pressure.

On one side is the savior, and on the other is their genetic father, leaving the warriors of the Imperial Fist in a difficult position, unsure of how to proceed.

If I do this, won't I get killed by the Father of Genetics, the master of the mountain formation?!

However, he looked at His Majesty the Savior, the imposing Imperial Guard, and his fellow warriors from the other legions around him.

They made a choice quickly.

Anyone could see at a glance that the Savior's side were the true loyalists of the Empire.

Their Imperial Fist's genetic father, Dorn, had just returned and was clearly unaware of the situation, which led to the misunderstanding and confusion.

Fortunately, there is still room for redemption.

"Savior above, at worst I can apply to join the Hope Legion later!"

The Imperial Fist warrior gritted his teeth, stood beside the Savior, and immediately felt much more at ease.

He used the sonic megaphone to address their genetic father, Dorn, his voice trembling slightly:
"Father...Father!"
His Majesty the Savior is a being personally crowned by the Emperor and is loyal to humanity.

Please immediately clear up the misunderstanding and cooperate with the arrangements to salvage this situation…

Meanwhile, in the area surrounding the palace.

Standing amidst the encirclement, Dorn finally saw his savior, the Emperor of the Empire.

He emerged from the palace, escorted by the Imperial Guard.

The opponent was tall and imposing, wearing the True One Armor with his cloak billowing, making him incredibly intimidating.

It was as if an emperor had been reincarnated.

Afterwards, a broadcast from the Imperial Fist, urging their offspring to surrender, echoed repeatedly throughout the palace area.

It made his vision go black.

This is like killing someone by destroying their spirit!

"How pathetic!" Dorn stood there alone, looking up at the savior, the emperor, surrounded by imperial warriors.

It was as if the savior was the only loyalist of the empire, while they themselves had no one to support them.

Like a heretic rebel being besieged, or a stray dog.

What on earth has happened to this empire?!

In a daze, Dorn had the feeling that "I am the traitor?" and was immediately overcome with grief.

It is likely that the savior has already taken control of a portion of the Imperial Guard and installed more of his own armed forces, attempting to seize the Golden Throne.

The father's mutilated body was under threat from the other side.

"Stop, brothers Dorn, this is all loyal troops of the Empire."

Just then, Ron's gentle voice rang out, patiently offering advice:
"Don't be stubborn and make the same mistake again. Once I take you to the Golden Throne, everything will be explained."

Dorn looked up at the savior in the Radiant Gold True One Armor, whose figure seemed to stretch across the empire's borders.

Its power and influence were overwhelming.

The fortified platforms that moved above the palace, along with the arriving ships and aircraft, further blocked out the sunlight and cast deep shadows.

"What authority! Is this my father's empire, or the empire of the savior?!"

The watcher, the master of the mountain formation, trembled slightly as he suddenly realized that the sky over Terra was incredibly deep.

The imperial skies were shrouded in unprecedented darkness.

too dark!
(End of this chapter)