Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 736 Savior: Duozi, you might end up sitting at the same table as Xiao Ma...

Bang!
The heavy subspace equipment, tens of meters high, could not withstand the pressure and completely collapsed.

The previously suppressed evil energy surged into the sky, blasting the engineering machinery above it away, which then spun in mid-air.

The Iron Warrior driver was also thrown out, crashing headfirst into a nearby mound of earth amidst screams.

The whole scene was extremely horrific.

"Savior, our subspace project!"

As the project manager, Fricks felt utterly powerless and terrified upon witnessing this scene.

He realized what the consequences would be.

"It's just technical damage. As long as the other heavy equipment can stabilize, there won't be a subspace disaster!"

Fricks stared intently at the remaining subspace heavy equipment, praying silently, still clinging to a sliver of hope.

Although the subspace project has been abandoned, there is still hope for its resumption as long as the Chaos Demons do not launch a large-scale invasion.

Even if it costs them their lives, the Iron Warriors will continue to complete the subspace project to salvage their honor.

To Fricks' despair, the situation on the construction site took a sharp turn for the worse, as the engineering machinery controlled by the steel warriors could no longer contain the restless evil energy.

With each roar, the remaining heavy subspace equipment disintegrated and crumbled.

More Iron Warriors were launched into the air in a spiraling explosion caused by the fel energy leak, sustaining severe injuries.

To make matters worse, fine lines and abnormal veins could already be faintly seen in the void.

That's a sign of impending disaster!
This means that a subspace rift is about to appear, the construction site will soon become a battlefield, and everything will be destroyed.

All the efforts of the Steel Legion have been in vain. They will be truly insolvent, go bankrupt, and be held strictly accountable!
Fricks was terrified. He could imagine the fury of their genetic father, Peturabo, and how many warriors would suffer.

Even more troublesome is the possibility that if the threat of the Chaos Rift continues to expand, causing a demonic shock that severely damages Holy Terra, especially the Emperor's Palace.

How then will these Iron Warriors face the Empire and His Majesty the Savior?
"That despicable master of the mountain formation, he's utterly hateful! He's the one who caused this disaster!"

The war blacksmith gritted his teeth, and the other steel warriors also expressed their indignation.

They wanted to report the news of the return of the Mountain Lord to Peturabo, the father of genetics.

We urge that being to come quickly and avenge the legion and seek justice.

But soon, the Iron Warriors were warned and sheepishly stopped their informing activities.

They know who the true leader of the Iron Warriors is: the Savior or the Lord of Steel.

Although the savior was usually gentle, no one dared to disobey his orders, as evidenced by the miserable end of the Mountain Formation Master.

The most urgent task is to stop this disaster as soon as possible.

The task assigned to the Iron Warrior by that being was to quickly relocate some of the remaining high-risk facilities to minimize secondary dangers.

We'll try to salvage whatever we can.

Just as the steel warriors were scrambling to move the equipment, the rampant chaos had already contaminated the construction site and was still spreading.

This caused the sky above the palace dome to turn a deep black, with purple arcs of electricity flashing.

Hehehe——

A sinister murmur and shrill laugh rang out, as if whispering in everyone's ears.

Afterwards, a subspace rift appeared in the construction site area, continuously emanating foul and evil energy.

That warp rift was a deep threat, already wide enough and powerful enough for a chaotic demon invasion!
As the new Empire delved deeper into the warp, most of those with advanced education were affected.

They can roughly determine the pollution situation and threat level in subspace.

"It's troublesome."

Ron sighed and gave the order: "Taco, have the military organize a defense, surround the relevant area, and set up multiple lines of defense."

The goal is to keep chaos outside the palace as much as possible, and to prevent it from threatening other areas.

We must hold out until the subspace containment equipment arrives and is activated.

"That thing can repair cracks of this size now, right?"

Blackstone Technology's subspace containment device was recently developed and has not yet been tested; this intrusion will provide a good opportunity to test it.

Taco's virtual image was projected into the air, respectfully reporting:

"Your Majesty, the subspace containment device is still in the experimental stage."

However, it has already acquired the initial ability to repair small to medium-sized cracks, provided there is no interference from the demonic tide.

Simply put, the technology is not mature enough yet; we need to eliminate or repel the invading demons first.

Only then can repairs be carried out.

This may seem like a small measure, but it can quickly restore the environment and prevent further pollution.

Once the technology matures and the rift exit can be directly sealed off, we can effectively shut down the Chaos Demon.

It might even be able to close that massive crack under the Emperor's buttocks.

"Hopefully the Chaos Gods won't react so quickly, otherwise we will face a large-scale attack."

That would be a real disaster.

Ron gazed at the subspace rift and spoke softly.

The rifts now simply connect random regions of the subspace.

If the Chaos Gods spot this rift, expand it, and send Horus and other Chaos Primarchs to launch a large-scale attack,

That means they're spawning troops right outside the palace gates; it's like an enhanced version of the Siege of Terra, and it's extremely dangerous.

Especially given that their subspace project was delayed by the stubborn Dorn, they could only defend themselves.

It's essentially a race against time, a test of whether the Chaos Gods can seal the rift faster or invade more fiercely.

Fortunately, Dorn had issued a high alert signal in advance, causing a large number of Imperial forces to gather ahead of time, and even the firepower platforms were brought over.

This somewhat made up for the mistake.

"What exactly did I do?"

Dorn witnessed the birth of the warp rift, stood there dejectedly, and realized that he had made a mistake.

"Ugh……"

Ron turned to look at the stubborn donkey, hesitating to speak.

He thought for a moment, then patted the other person on the shoulder, his face full of worry:
"Yes, you meant well, but you messed things up."

Your brother Xiao Ma did the same thing back then; he accidentally damaged the network, causing a large-scale subspace rift to appear.

The Emperor...

If this isn't handled properly, it could become another subspace rift that's difficult to heal.

"Sigh, I don't even know how to explain this to the Emperor on your behalf."

Ron looked at the Mountain Formation Master with a sigh and a "you've committed a serious crime, you have to take the blame" expression.

In short, he told the stubborn PUA that the consequences of this incident would be very serious, possibly similar to those of Magnus back then.

If this isn't handled well, Dorne might end up sitting at the same table as Pony in the future; the Emperor's fatherly love is indispensable.

While this may seem exaggerated, it's not entirely impossible. If the defenses aren't handled properly, the crack could indeed continue to expand, posing a deadly threat.

If a Primarch were to commit the same foolish act as Magnus again, creating another large warp rift...

Wouldn't that emperor be so angry he'd jump up and down in a rage? A huge psionic energy coffer?!
"me……"

Upon hearing this, Dorn's mind went completely blank, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Especially since this matter involves the emperor, that father.

"Am I becoming Magnus?"

The mountain formation master's face turned from white to purple, and he lowered his head deeply, his wall-like body becoming increasingly hunched.

He was the emperor's most loyal son, how could he have made such a mistake, like that foolish traitor Magnus...

Dorn knew very well what a sin Magnus had committed, and how much his father loathed that son.

Then, memories of the emperor's stern image flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Dorn was a little scared.

He glanced at the palace and felt an overwhelming sense of dread, unsure how he could face his father.

"You know, the Emperor is always quite strict. It wouldn't be good if he found out about this."

Ron couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire, but he still offered some words of comfort:
"Don't worry, I'll help you persuade him later."

Dorn seemed to shrink into himself, looking almost depressed.

But he quickly composed himself, raised his head, and pleaded:

“Savior, release me. I will fight to make amends, even if it costs me my life.”

"Unless they step over my dead body, I will not allow the demon to set foot in my father's palace!"

Since the mistake has already been made, he must try to make amends and salvage the situation as much as possible.

To wash away one's sins.

Perhaps that way I could get my father's forgiveness?

"In principle, it is possible."

But you're highly suspicious, and it's difficult for me to handle. I'm worried you'll make another mistake.

Ron refused the stubborn donkey's request: "You should just stay put, I'll take care of this for you."

"Of course, if the situation gets out of control, I will immediately have you participate in the defense of the palace."

I can still manage, and the situation hasn't gotten out of control yet, so how could I possibly let this stubborn mule out?

Wouldn't that make that guy owe me a huge favor?

Dorn lowered his head again and said nothing more.

Even the most stubborn man knows he is now under suspicion and has no right to bargain.

Without realizing it, he accepted the premise that he was suspected of being rebellious, and even thought that the savior was pretty good.

Of course, this is a combination of Ron's PUA rhetoric and emotional power, as well as the assistance of his imperial fatherly love.

The Lord of the Mountain Formation, a staunch loyalist, is one of the Primarchs who cares most about the Emperor.

While the two were talking, the Imperial armed forces were rapidly mobilized, forming dense defensive formations and guarding the relevant areas.

Minutes later, near the subspace rift above the construction site, an illusory inverted mountain appeared.

The twisted mountain was covered with bones, growing downwards and connecting to the land surrounding the palace, with murky blood cascading down like a waterfall.

It's like the sky has been torn open, bleeding profusely, enough to make any human heart pound and hair stand on end.

Upon seeing this, Dorn held his breath and felt the terrifying magical power emanating from it.

The newcomer is at least a high-ranking demon!

Even more evil influences are creeping into the real world.

"This is already an apocalyptic war, and it's only the beginning..."

The master of the mountain formation assessed the current situation and was well aware of the difficulties humanity faced in confronting the Chaos Demon.

Apart from the Grey Knights, the other Space Marines did not have much of an advantage when dealing with demons.

He had fought against high-ranking demons and experienced the difficulty of dealing with chaotic fel energy, making it hard for ordinary attacks to cause damage.

That evil energy, which distorts reality and creates massive disasters, can kill armies on a large scale.

"Can the savior withstand so many high-ranking demons?"

Dorn couldn't help but worry about the savior, fearing that the other party wasn't powerful enough.

Even if the savior could defeat himself with the help of his equipment, it would be difficult to face multiple high-level demons with chaotic evil power at the same time.

In particular, some of the high-ranking archmages were familiar faces who had fought against Primarchs like Sangilius, making them difficult for other warriors to handle.

"That guy might want to use the Blackstone equipment to fight the Greater Demons, but can human mechanical armor resist the corruption of fel energy?!"

Dorn took a deep breath, sensing the enemy's presence, and mentally simulated and predicted the number of Great Demons and the upcoming situation.

He realized that what followed would be an extremely difficult battle.

Soon we will see the savior's true power.

That guy will most likely be besieged by high-level demons, and his handsome face might get a good beating from them.

In any case, Dorne did not want the Savior to be defeated; he was more worried and anxious.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the subspace rift, he secretly exerted his strength and slowly broke free from his restraints.

"They underestimated my resilience..."

Dorn thought to himself.

He was prepared to join the savior in fighting alongside him and resisting the Chaos Demons when the savior was besieged.

Regardless of one's feelings toward the savior, when faced with the demons' attack on the palace, everyone must stand on the same side.

Fight for the Empire.

If he could shield the savior from more enemies and harm.

That is also a form of atonement.

"Is the savior nervous?"

As Dorn watched the savior's retreating figure, he could sense the other's aura gradually becoming heavier.

Although the imperial army in the palace area was large, there were more than twenty high-level Chaos Demons.

Such a number of high-level beings is beyond the reach of the legion, not to mention that as the rift continues to exist, even more great demons will come running.

It increased exponentially.

At that time, they could only rely on the ancient fortresses inside the palace to resist with difficulty.

We are waiting for support.

Ron was indeed very worried, his face showing concern:

"With such a large-scale chaotic invasion, if we bombard it from all sides, I wonder if the remaining subspace equipment and construction sites can be saved?"

He was mainly worried about his own losses.

If they were to defeat the Chaos Demons but suffer heavy losses, it would be unacceptable to the new Empire.

More inverted mountain peaks have appeared in the field of vision, and howling, twisting chaotic demons are crawling along the mountains toward this physical area.

Even more demons rained down from mid-air like filthy raindrops.

A vicious, colorful, chaotic tide is squeezing into reality from another ugly world.

The terrifying power of chaotic magic also materialized.

"coming!"

Behind the Savior, Dorn's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the warp rift region, and heavy footsteps echoed.

He became increasingly tense, his muscles taut, and he quickened his pace to break free of the shackles.

Hurry up!!!

"Ha, chop up your flesh and loyalty, mix in a little bit of pain, and that's the perfect depravity."

"You are about to step into the abyss of fate..."

The two Chaos Demons were the first to materialize, whispering their names as they spread their message—

Kerrish the Rebel!

Varokus, the treacherous lord!

Those two Chaos Demons were powerful beings with names and identities in the warp, and they couldn't wait to squeeze in after sensing the rift in reality.

They wanted to seize the initiative and grab the delicious flesh and blood!
The rebel Keres and the treacherous lord Varokus trampled the land of mankind with their demonic hooves.

Tentacle-covered spears lifted tens of tons of engineering vehicles, and colorful flames burned the steel.

The demon's power is immense.

Behind this being, even more chaotic demons slowly materialized, their overflowing evil energy nearly tearing the sky apart.

Various forms of pollution have caused the land to sprout parasitic and distorted limbs.

But the next moment, the two Chaos Demons who had stepped into reality first stopped moving.

He seemed somewhat shocked.

???

What did you give me?!
"Is this the human capital, the palace of the false emperor?"

The rebel Keris stared in disbelief at the golden dome of the Himalayas in the distance, momentarily stunned.

He squeezed into reality through the crack, only wanting to find a place to kill and satisfy his tormenting pleasure.

They've already reached the capital of humanity?!
How lucky!

Chaos has not extended its reach into the heavily defended Terra for a hundred years.

If we were to commit arson, murder, and looting here, we would surely be rewarded by the Lord of Pleasure.
Chaos surges forth, and a large number of Chaos Demons are on their way, presenting an opportunity to inflict torment and torture.

Perhaps the Chaos Gods will soon extend their power into this realm.

That will be a feast!
(End of this chapter)