Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 735 Savior: Chaos Fryer, Let the Brothers See What Real Might Is!
"Um?

Why is it so dark? The chaotic evil energy is having a significant impact.

Ron glanced at the sky, then looked at the master of the mountain formation.

Waiting for the stubborn donkey's response.

"Savior.

As my father's last line of defense, I will never surrender unless I fall.

Dorn shook his head: "If you are not a heretic rebel, you should make way for me."

Summon me to the Golden Throne in the Royal Palace to meet the Emperor.

Instead of mobilizing so many troops to besiege the emperor's loyal son, causing unnecessary casualties!

Even Horus, the son trusted by his father, would betray him, let alone the savior who had no blood relation to him.
That guy might be telling the truth, or he might be lying.

But no matter what, he dared not gamble, dared not give up the only hope that might turn the situation around.

They also cannot bear the consequences of making the wrong choice.

Moreover, we are now very close to the palace, so there may be an opportunity.

Boom——

The heavy alloy iron gate rose, surrounded by a force field and a dense defensive fire platform.

Dorne used his authority to manipulate a hidden defensive structure he had left behind ten thousand years ago, opening the remnant portal leading to the palace.

The master of the mountain formation and the defensive expert found a way to break out of the encirclement.

"I know you won't agree."

Ron wasn't too surprised when he saw the newly appeared portal; it would be strange if the other party, a master of defense, didn't have something hidden.

His gaze turned serious: "Therefore, I will personally make you agree to this, with no room for resistance!"

Ron is about to make his move. This kind of scene would not only result in too many casualties for the Imperial forces to encircle and annihilate the Mountain Array Master, but it would also be an ugly sight.

Their main role is actually to watch over and block the entrance to prevent the other side from escaping, and to prevent possible chaotic invasion.

The simplest way is still between two kings.

Within the atmosphere, numerous burning streaks of fire fell, one of which struck the ground in front of Dorn, blocking his path of charge.

The mechanical structure within the blazing fire rapidly extended and exploded, temporarily forcing him back with its force field.

That was also a teleportation beacon.

hum!
The transmission beacon emitted a dazzling golden light, like a divine miracle.

I could vaguely see sacred runes and flying angels.

Meanwhile, on the high platform of the palace steps in the distance.

The savior stepped into the mechanical teleportation facility and, through the teleportation, appeared opposite Dorn amidst a dazzling golden light effect.

Like an emperor descending, so elegant and awe-inspiring.

“Defeat me, and you will have a chance to break through,” Ron said, appearing in a superior position.

He's like the final boss in a game level, exuding the aura of a villain!
Ron originally didn't want to get involved, but Dorn was difficult to communicate with and unwilling to compromise.

He had no choice but to reason with this stubborn mule and have a battle between Primarchs.

Let's take them down first.

With Primarchs like Leon and Khan absent, and Peturabo unable to learn of this, only by taking matters into his own hands can he defeat a Primarch who has awakened his true nature.

As the dazzling light pollution dissipated, Dorn finally saw the face of the savior and emperor before him.

The other person was much more glamorous and handsome than Fugen had been.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that the savior had appeared so easily.

"Savior, you have made a mistake." A smile appeared on Dorn's resolute face, his fighting spirit surging.

"You dare to desert from the army without permission and come before me like this? Who... gave you the confidence?!"

The situation was beyond Dorn's expectations; he had thought he would face a near-certain death to enter the palace.

This gives them the opportunity to retaliate.

However, the savior, the leader of the traitors, abandoned his advantage and came to intercept him personally.

What utter arrogance!

That makes things much easier to resolve.

If he can deal with the savior or take him hostage, he will be better able to dismantle the rebel group.

Jumping over enemy ships to decapitate them or defeat their leaders has always been the fastest way to end a war in the galaxy.

Even if it's a misunderstanding, there's no need to pay such a high price with too many lives.

Destroying or kidnapping the savior is a higher priority than simply entering the palace!

"You lowly traitor, you dared to challenge the empire's most fortified fortress, but my fist will bring you to your senses, making you shed tears like a bastard whose toe has been stepped on!"

Dorn sneered.

He began his pre-battle verbal provocations, trying to provoke the savior and prevent him from backing down:
"When you collapse to your knees before me, you'll see just how ridiculous your rebellious actions have been..."

As Dorn continued talking, he gradually became a little uncomfortable.

Because the savior on the other side was unmoved and did not even react, the calm gaze and demeanor of that being made him seem like a grunt who was challenging them.

He was starting to doubt his own ability and presence to provoke others.

There's no way around it; one of the advantages of this savior, the king of knock-offs in the galaxy and subspace, is his thick skin.

Even the foul-mouthed emperor couldn't break his defenses, let alone the master of the mountain formation. His foul-mouthed skills are not even as good as Fugen's.

Nature remained unmoved.

Dorn took a deep breath and stopped provoking him.

He suddenly gripped the relic gauntlet tightly, preparing to strike the savior with his true strength in front of everyone.

Let all the imperial armed forces watching see the ugly face and cowardly nature of that ambitious man.

This will help to turn the tide of the situation.

"Rebels will be executed!"

Before everyone's eyes, Dorn ignited the force field of his relic gauntlets, pouncing on the savior like an ancient beast.

The force of his fist was so powerful it seemed to solidify, as if a thousand tons of force were being unleashed.

Even heavy vehicles and Titans would find it difficult to withstand such a terrifying blow.

As Dorn threw a heavy punch, his eyes were fixed on the Savior, ready to change tactics at any moment to block the opponent's escape route.

However, he discovered that the savior had no intention of dodging, nor did he have any strategy to deal with it; it seemed that he wanted to take the full force of the punch head-on.

His own fist would soon strike the savior, flattening that gorgeous, hypocritical face!

"Could he be scared out of his wits?" Dorn thought to himself.

That savior was not the true original.

Perhaps the other party is just a bluffing opportunist, using religious rhetoric to create an image of invincibility for themselves.

Even so, he remained vigilant to avoid giving the savior an opportunity to retaliate.

All of this happens within milliseconds.

What is a fleeting moment to the average person is an incredibly long time to the Primarch, enough for numerous strategic maneuvers to take place.

The savior remained standing with his hands behind his back, not even adopting a fighting stance.

He watched helplessly as a massive fist, weighing a thousand tons, hurtled toward his face, as if he were about to be smashed away.

hum-

But the next moment, Dorn discovered that the Savior had lit up.

His eyes lit up?!

Ok? ? ?
Dorn was caught off guard and was dazzled by the dense, layered force field light pollution.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could vaguely see the savior's smile.

Immediately afterwards, his fist felt like it had hit an incredibly solid wall, and a tremendous force rebounded onto his own body.

bang——

Dorn punched the Savior's multi-layered folded force field, and the next second he was hit by the backlash of his own power and sent flying, bouncing a few times on the ground.

It smashed out several deep craters.

His full-force punch didn't even break through the Savior's defenses.

The scene was quite awkward.

The savior's multi-layered force fields reached an astonishing level, enough to block the vast majority of attacks.

That's incredibly extravagant.

That's the power of spending money!
Dorn got up and took a deep breath.

What a beast! How could it be so cautious, loading so many relic-level force fields?!

This battle is unlikely to be easy and requires careful consideration.

"Don't think you'll be safe just because you're doing this. Even the strongest force field will eventually break down."

Dorn gritted his teeth.

After the Savior's multi-layered force field was deployed, he quickly looked for weaknesses in the opponent's defenses.

Even the relic force field couldn't withstand the Primarch's continuous attacks.

My attack just now destroyed several layers of deflection force fields!
ha! ! !
The ground caved in, and Dorn charged towards them again, his afterimage blurring as he gathered his strength.

However, the next moment, his instincts warned him that the burning black shadow was about to crash down.

They blocked the way. The fiery blast fell again, and the drop pod crashed into the center of the two sides, the force field it generated once again stopping the attack from the Mountain Formation Master.

That was the airdrop platform controlled by the mechanical goddess, capable of precisely delivering the airdrop pod to the target area.

"Who said that's all the force field I have?"

Ron finally spoke, stretched his body, and stepped into the drop pod. The external force field armor acted like a shield, blocking the howling, stubborn donkey.

Elegant, so elegant!
???

"Rebellion!"
You can't hide for long!

Dorn paused for a moment, then opened fire again, destroying the armor of the drop pod in front of him, trying to capture the traitorous savior inside.

However, when he tore open the drop pod, he saw the dark, heavy armor inside, and then everything went black.

That was the savior's cannonball; a plasma-powered mechanical hammer slammed into Dorn's face, making him dizzy.

"Sometimes just knowing how to play isn't enough; you also need resources and connections..."

Ron said slowly.

At this moment, he was covered by the latest model of Blackstone exoskeleton armor, which contained a number of relic-level force fields and weapons, exuding a strong sense of intimidation.

He used the airdrop platform to replenish his defenses and then delivered a devastating blow to that stubborn mule.

After Ron hard-locked and hammered Dorn a few times, the opponent reacted and roared in retaliation.

The two figures stirred up a fierce storm in the area, and even the aftershocks of the battle were deadly.

The mountains, buildings, and defensive firepower platforms all suffered huge damage and gradually collapsed.

The steel warriors were on the verge of tears, as the battle between the savior and the master of the mountain array was taking place in their engineering machinery area, and the shadow of bankruptcy loomed over them.

Soon, Dorn destroyed the Savior's armor again, and even the remaining force field was on the verge of collapse.

This caused some of the onlookers to worry.

Because next, the Lord of the Mountain Formation will attack His Majesty the Savior's true form.

"Ha, equipment alone can never defeat a resilient body and an indomitable will!"

Despite having blood dripping from his nostrils and being covered in wounds, Dorn's spirit remained undiminished, knowing that the time had come to turn the tide of the battle.

His attacks grew increasingly fierce, tearing off mechanical limbs from the Engineering Titan and smashing them down, causing the Savior's armor to crack.

Ron could also sense the danger and frowned.

That stubborn mule has already lost his temper and exploded. If his armor and force field are destroyed, he will most likely get punched in the face.

However, he wasn't too worried, as he had plenty of equipment.

Seconds later, another drop pod landed, and Ron stepped inside with peace of mind to replace his new exoarmament and force field equipment.

Outside, the roar of the stubborn donkey and the thud of its weapons could be heard, but fortunately, the enemy was temporarily unable to break through the defensive armor.

As everyone knows, when changing clothes or transforming, that's when you're invincible.

Of course, that's mainly because the airdrop pod itself is equipped with high-strength armor and a force field.

Under the control of the mechanical goddess, Ron dressed up at an extremely fast speed, and immediately appeared in full health.

He unleashed another barrage of blows, making Dorn howl in pain, and even shattered the power boxing gloves on his hands.

"This is a dishonorable act!" Dorn was furious and trembling; he had never fought such a humiliating battle!
To put it simply, this mountain formation master fought hard for a long time, but the enemy didn't even break a skin.

I just got beaten up.

Or perhaps he didn't even break through the opponent's defense, and didn't even see the health bar. What a disgrace!

"Sorry, having resources means you can do whatever you want, and that's part of power."

Ron seemed to have read Dorn's mind and said this.

Deliver a critical hit to the opponent.

He wanted to subdue this stubborn mule once and for all, and show it what true power was!
To avoid the other party becoming stubborn and resistant in future collaborations, or criticizing one's development strategy.

Fortunately, Dorn doesn't know any psionic magic or strange methods, otherwise it wouldn't be easy to use his equipment advantage to beat up his opponent.

Then you can't complete the game without taking damage, and it won't be as thrilling as it is now.

You can also take the opportunity to test out the latest Blackrock gear and collect data.

Ron didn't expend much of his energy throughout the fight; he relied on his equipment to keep fighting.

In his view, human power has its limits, but machines do not, and they have an inexhaustible reserve of energy and can unleash even greater power with the help of engines.

If not, it must be because not enough resources have been invested and the technical level is not high enough!
Ron hammered at the stubborn donkey relentlessly, and the battle was so fierce that the entire mountain peak crumbled and was obliterated.

When he switched to the thirteenth set of external armor, the enemy finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Damn it..."

Dorn was pale, and every muscle in his body twitched with exhaustion.

He felt as if he were attacking an impregnable fortress, and he felt deeply helpless.

That savior, that emperor, was so despicable and vile that he could not defeat him no matter how hard he tried.

The Imperial Fists were deeply moved, with tough guys shedding tears and sighing with emotion. Their genetic father was still no match for their adoptive father!

Even more desperately, Dorn didn't even manage to hit the Savior's main body once, and couldn't even break through his armor defenses.

The opponent seemed to possess endless armor and force fields; perhaps that was the true art of defense...

"Father, I have lost."

Dorn gazed at the palace's dome, his strength giving way beneath him. He collapsed to his knees, just as he had said when he mocked the savior—

Powerless.

The mountain lord struggled to his feet, but he had already exhausted all his strength in the fierce battle.

He completely lost consciousness before he could even get up.

"Send the medical nun over here."

Ron came over to check on Dorn, and after binding him with the Black Stone Shackles, he injected some life energy into him.

To avoid causing the other party to be seriously injured.

He then summoned a medical nun to treat the other person.

Also administer some extremely strong anesthetic to render them unable to resist.

We don't know when the Emperor will wake up, so let's restrain that stubborn donkey first.

This stubborn donkey belongs to the most steadfast loyalists; his initial intentions were good, but he messed things up.

Giving the other party a good beating would be enough; otherwise, it would negatively impact the Primarch and the internal relations within the Empire.

Moreover, the stubborn donkey is skilled at building city walls, fortresses, and defensive lines, which can greatly assist the empire.

Not long after, Dorn recovered slowly after being treated by the medical nuns and slowly opened his eyes.

He tried to struggle free from the black stone shackles, but found that his muscles had lost their strength.

There is no way.

The Savior Biological Research Institute has been researching high-strength anesthetics that can act on Primarchs, primarily as a sedative for the Savior.

However, because the Savior's physical abilities are too strong, this sleeping drug can also be used to limit the existence of other Primarchs; all that's needed is to increase the dosage.

Dorn realized he had failed completely and had no chance of turning the tide.

The choice now rests with the savior, and it's likely that no one in the empire can now check or restrain him.

He could only pray that the savior was a faithful being, without any deceitful ambitions or heretical rebellious thoughts.

The master of the mountain formation slowly raised his head and saw the savior's gentle smile.

For some reason, the smile didn't seem so repulsive.

"Big Stubborn... cough, you have no right to object now, just accept it all."

Ron raised his hand and patted Dorn on the shoulder, using his power to alleviate negative emotions.

He patiently told the other person, "But you don't need to worry or be afraid. The Golden Throne and the Emperor are very safe. There are no problems at all."

Soon, I will take you to meet him.

Ron sighed and began the process:

"The Emperor has always spoken of you to me, saying that you are the most loyal son and the most solid wall."

He has always hoped that you would return to protect the empire.

He has used similar content and this rhetoric with digital primitives, and it has worked every time.

It could be considered a white lie, albeit one.

Then Ron switched to PUA mode, which was somewhat disappointing:

"Alas, ten thousand years have passed, and countless dangers have occurred during that time, yet you have not returned to see the Golden Throne."

"And as soon as you returned, you started a fight and caused destruction in front of the Emperor's palace, affecting the unity of the empire and causing many defenses to be breached..."

His words were half true and half false, occupying a moral high ground, full of deep emotion, and bound by the paternal love of an emperor.

This made the master of the mountain formation lower his head, feeling ashamed.

"Take a look."

That's the area you just destroyed; it's full of leaking chaotic fel energy and is extremely dangerous.

What if the Chaos Gods…

Ron continued his manipulative tactics, pointing towards the Steel Warriors' construction site.

But the next moment his brows furrowed, and his psionic reaction triggered a frantic warning.

Oh no, a subspace rift has really appeared?!
Immediately afterwards, a tremendous roar resounded, and the construction site exploded like a pot, with fel energy raging...

(End of this chapter)