Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 741 Savior: Jumping Up to Slap? I, the Savior, might just sit on the toilet!

Dorn felt a little uncertain.

He felt a chill run through his body and longed to put on heavy armor.

This is the only way to feel at ease.

However, the savior, clad in heavy armor, remained motionless, meeting his gaze and plunging the atmosphere into silence.

Dorne was in an even more awkward position, being under the scrutiny of the Savior and the Elders of the Guard.

He looked at the savior with feigned composure, as if he were just asking a question and nothing was wrong.

Fortunately, the master of this mountain formation always had a resolute expression, so others couldn't tell anything from him.

"You should have said so sooner."

Ron's visor rose automatically. He sighed and waved his hand, "We're already at the gate. Where am I supposed to find you armor?"
Besides, there's no time left.

At that moment, the gates to the Golden Throne slowly opened, illuminating the throne with dazzling golden light.

Ron raised his hand and patted the stubborn donkey's back hard, making a loud thud, as if to encourage it:

"Cheer up, bro."

We are the Primarchs of the Empire, we have all fought our way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, we cannot lose our spirit!

"You haven't done anything seriously wrong, what's there to worry about?"

He patted his chest and made the promise with considerable confidence:
"Let's all be tough. If anything happens, brother, I'll protect you!"

Dorn said nothing more upon hearing this.

He looked toward the throne room, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the stairs.

It was as if they were about to be tortured.

However, they had only gone halfway when they heard the emperor's roar coming from the direction of the golden throne:

“Magnus...Dorn, how foolish you are!”

That was the voice coming from the Golden Throne speaker.

???

When Dorn heard such an angry rebuke, he was so startled that he almost tumbled down the steps.

Did his father see him as a rebellious son like Magnus?!
Ron helped the other man up and comforted him, "This is probably a misunderstanding. The Emperor sometimes thinks about the past and gets confused."

"It will be clear after I explain."

The Emperor isn't completely out of consciousness, so how could he possibly mistake his dutiful son Roger Dorn for Magnus?
"Hey, this guy isn't all that tough."

Ron hadn't expected that even the most stubborn Primarch, the Great Stubborn Donkey, would be somewhat numb in the face of the Emperor's raging fury.

But it's understandable; it would be the same for any Primarch, even if it were Lion, he would still be paralyzed.

Even he himself had to be fully armed before he could safely approach the Golden Throne, lest he be attacked by the Emperor's powerful divine energy.

Of course, Ron's real purpose in arming himself was to help the stubborn mule out of trouble if things went wrong.

I still have to be loyal and help the other person out.

At this moment, Dorn's body was hunched over, his legs were weak, and he even swayed a little when he walked.

Seeing this, Ron had no choice but to raise his hand and help the other person up.

To be honest, I still prefer the other person's unyielding and tough demeanor from before.

However, he had already quietly activated the virtual video recording device.

Those videos, once recorded, could feed that stubborn donkey for a lifetime.

Before long, the two finally reached the top of the stairs and arrived at the magnificent golden throne.

The emperor's towering figure sat atop the throne, countless cables connecting him to the skeleton, while his crimson electronic eyes surveyed the scene.

The fluctuations of divine and holy energy have temporarily weakened, but the golden throne still exudes a strong sense of pressure.

Dorn instinctively stopped in his tracks, not daring to go any further.

He stared at the emperor's tall skeleton, filled with fear and a deep sense of unease.

In my field of vision, the imperial skeleton on the golden throne looks different from what I remember.
In fact, the emperor's skeleton was much smaller than before, and some parts were missing.

For example, bones like ribs and finger bones are truly a bit like hell.

Dorn turned to look this way, his expression filled with deep suspicion:
"Savior, what's wrong with Father's health? He seems... to have lost a lot of weight?!"

This savior, the Imperial Emperor, is one of the guardians of the Golden Throne.

If anything were to happen to the emperor or his father, the other party would definitely know everything.

He even wondered if it had anything to do with a savior.

After Dorn asked his question, there was an awkward silence between them.

Ok?
Ron suddenly remembered.

He had previously obtained a considerable amount of bone powder from the Emperor's remains to forge his personal weapon—the Armor of Redemption.

Because a large amount was ground off, the emperor's skeleton became thinner and was missing some parts.

It doesn't look complete.

Although it was repaired later using some special materials.

However, the materials seemed to have been shattered by the psionic pressure just now, resulting in a rather tragic appearance.

Fortunately, the emperor's remains were not missing any limbs, so there is a possibility of them being restored in the future.

That's not a big problem.

It's as if no one has never dug out their own bones; for a high-level being, it's not a serious injury.

There is at least room for recovery.

Ron had been extracting and scraping bone marrow from his own body for a long time to create sacred bone ash bombs.

This will curb the demons of the warp.

Even now, it hasn't stopped; it's just that it's switched to manufacturing hell weapons.

He has been stockpiling such deadly weapons in terrifying quantities, in preparation for future attacks on the Chaos Subspace.

This is all for the sake of the empire!

That's what he said, but Ron couldn't let Dorn, his dutiful son, know that he had taken his father's bone meal, at least not now.

He couldn't very well say to Dorn, "I'm sorry, I used your father's ashes to forge weapons, please forgive me."

Wouldn't that stubborn donkey fight him to the death?!

It's better to say it later.

Ron planned to use the remaining bone meal to equip his Primarch brothers, especially Dorn.

Once they had all happily used the Emperor Bone Powder equipment, they all burst into laughter and had nothing more to say.

"Savior, what exactly is wrong with Father's body?" Dorn asked again, his tone even more serious.

"I didn't really want to expose this, it involves imperial secrets, but now it's too late to hide it."

Ron touched his nose and said with great sorrow:
"The reason why the emperor has become what he is today is actually due to a kind of technical damage."

Sigh, you left the empire, far from the golden throne, and haven't returned for ten thousand years. It's normal that you don't know about this, I don't blame you.

Due to the difficulty in maintaining the Golden Throne and the pressure of Chaos, this abominable machine caused great damage to the Emperor's body.

We tried to repair it, but nothing worked..."

"really?"

Dorn stared at the Savior, sensing that something was amiss.

However, before he could say anything, he was violently pulled towards the Golden Throne by psychic energy.

Immediately afterwards, a psionic projection of the emperor, clad in golden armor, appeared on the throne, covering the original skeleton.

"Don."

The Emperor gazed at the Primarch figure, which resembled a city wall, and slowly said:

"My son, you're finally back."

He looked pleased.

"Father...Father..."

Dorn was a little flustered.

But after he noticed that the emperor's face showed no anger, he gradually relaxed.

The Primarch, the Emperor's son, knelt down and bowed his head.

Dorn knew that his father would not treat him harshly, much less criticize his most loyal son.

This Primarch of Genes, the Lord of the Mountain Array, who had been wandering for ten thousand years, finally met his father, who, unusually, called him son.

What love that is! Such a scene of fatherly love and filial piety is truly touching.

"This is wrong..."

However, Ron had a vague feeling that something was wrong: "Why does it feel like the Emperor is gathering his strength?!"

He felt the suppressed divine energy within the Golden Throne, even more intensely than he felt outside!
As he was pondering this, the expression on the Emperor's psionic phantom slowly changed.

He stared coldly at Dorn: "I had thought you would repent or admit your mistakes."

To my disappointment, however, you didn't care and even concealed your sins..."

Before Dorn could even enjoy his father's love, a restless, divine flame surged forth, like an erupting volcano.

The emperor seemed to have changed his demeanor, becoming so stern and tyrannical, and his speaking device spewed out angry words:

"You vicious, cowardly, and ignorant fool, do you want to be used by Chaos like Magnus and destroy Holy Terra?!"

"me……"

Dorn was somewhat bewildered by the reprimand.

He knelt before the throne, momentarily at a loss for words.

"broken!"

Ron stared at the phantom of the emperor on the golden throne, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The stubborn donkey was incredibly unlucky, encountering a tyrannical emperor.

Moreover, this tyrant emperor's personality seems to be different from that of previous tyrant emperors.

It made me uneasy, as if something was about to burst forth.

Ron didn't have time to think too much and quickly stepped forward to speak up for them:
"Your Majesty, please don't be agitated. Dorn did not commit any wrongdoing..."

However, it was too late. A sudden burst of intense spiritual energy caused the Tyrant Emperor to exhale his thick, powerful breath.

Seven Wolves, unsheathed!

The Emperor starts with zero frames, which is equivalent to him jumping up and unleashing a flurry of attacks!
Woc?

In Ron's view, Dorn, that stubborn donkey, suddenly took off in a spiral, tears streaming down his face.

As the guy was sent flying, he glanced in this direction, seemingly regretting his forced toughness.

They did not wear the black stone protective armor prepared by the savior.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
In the Emperor's wrath, the Holy Spirit of the Golden Throne can erupt even further.

This wasn't a psionic cannonball anymore; it was a psionic cannonball, relentlessly slamming into Dorn's face and body, each strike landing squarely.

It caused the throne room to shake violently.

"Sigh~"

Ron was stunned to witness the Emperor's paternal barrage on Dorne.

He hadn't expected the Emperor to be so angry.

Is this some kind of joke, treating Dorne like a pony?!

Watching the stubborn donkey being hung up and whipped by the Emperor, Ron felt a little troubled.

He was disciplining his own son, and it seemed he had no right to interfere in the matter.

Dorne's creation of the rift wasn't a huge mistake, but it wasn't insignificant either; it was still a mistake.

Moreover, it could lead to disaster, ultimately resulting in betraying the emperor.

After all, the incident of Magnus breaking through the net had left a deep shadow in the Emperor's heart.

Now Dorn has unfortunately triggered the old man's deepest fears again, and he deserves to be hung up and whipped severely.

"Poor stubborn donkey..."

Ron took a deep breath and silently mourned for Dorn.

Anyway, the other side can't escape this beating; it's a bit worse than expected.

But once the emperor calmed down and returned to normal...

I guess everything will be fine.

However, things quickly took an unexpected turn.

As the psionic power of the Golden Throne continues to increase, the situation begins to become dangerous.

Within that dazzling divine power, black arcs of electricity were mixed in, and it expanded even further.

This was no longer a simple lesson, but a complete attack; the Emperor's power seemed to have gotten out of control!
The emperor was no longer speaking, his eyes were extremely cold, and he launched wave after wave of attacks.

Dorne was seriously injured by such an attack!

???

"They're beating them to death! Why is that stubborn mule so obstinate? Doesn't it know to run away?"

Seeing that things were going badly, Ron immediately used his psionic energy to stop it.

Arcs of psionic energy emanated from his body, then golden psionic energy transformed into a beam of light, illuminating the warp machinery in mid-air above the throne room.

The machine in mid-air emitted an equally dazzling and immense spiritual energy, forming a barrier.

boom!
The barrier clashed with the Holy Spirit of the Emperor, blocking the attack for Dorne. The spiritual energy burst forth with golden brilliance during the collision, spreading to both sides.

He used a warp-space mechanical construct, similar to the Golden Throne, that had been transported to the throne room to resist the Emperor's psionic attacks.

“I am not Magnus, and even if you kill me, I will still give the same answer…”

At this moment, Dorn was covered in wounds and was enduring the brutal attacks with a despair in his heart, without even the courage to resist.

She could not believe that the emperor, that father, would treat her like this.

His injuries worsened, his vision blurred, and all sounds gradually faded into the distance.

However, the next moment, the impact of the divine power suddenly disappeared.

A gentle golden barrier descended before Dorn, blocking the Emperor's psionic attack.

Then, another golden figure appeared, standing in front of him and confronting the Emperor's psionic phantom.

"No problem, bro!"

Ron was surrounded by a powerful yet gentle psychic energy.

He slowly turned his head, lifted his mask, and then gave a thumbs-up, revealing his big white teeth to the stubborn donkey.

Ron is a man of action; if he says there's no problem, then there's no problem. If he says he'll protect his brothers, then he'll protect them.

Even if he were facing an emperor!
"what is that?"

Dorn discovered the source of the Savior's immense psychic power, and he mustered his strength to look up.

Then I froze.

In mid-air, he saw a small mechanical throne that resembled a golden throne, and it seemed that another savior was sitting on it.

Dorn was confused and didn't know what was going on.

A small mechanical throne hangs in mid-air, positioned directly opposite the Emperor's Golden Throne.

The two are facing each other from afar.

That was the warp mechanical construct that Ron had gone to great lengths to place in the throne room; it was essentially a scaled-down version of the Golden Throne.

His fresh clone was still sealed on it.

That's right, he sat on the toilet too, plopping down on a small golden throne.

If an emperor can sit on it, so can he, the savior!

Of course, Ron wasn't doing this to sit face-to-face with the Emperor on the toilet, just to keep the old man from getting lonely.

Rather, it was to prevent the Emperor from suddenly becoming the King of Darkness and jumping out of the toilet.

Although this is just a fake toilet seat, it can still mobilize more of the power of the Sun of Hope in order to stop the Emperor's dark forces at crucial moments.

In case the Emperor were to transform into the King of Darkness one day, I could try my best to stop him.

This would delay the implementation of the relevant plans.

Now is the perfect time to use the Mechanical Throne to save Dorn, lest that stubborn mule actually get a beating from the Emperor.

At this point, the clash between the two subspace psionic energies had materialized, and various illusions erupted.

"Brother, the Emperor is half asleep and can't quite control his power!"

Ron struggled to stop wave after wave of the Emperor's out-of-control power, and with considerable difficulty turned around to say:

"You retreat first, and we'll come back at a safe time later!"

However, as soon as he turned his head, he saw that Dorn had already passed out, his buttocks slightly sticking out and his face down on the ground.

The opponent looks quite like the defeated CG of the Lord of Alteramar and the Primarch Guilliman with the ultimate perky butt...

(End of this chapter)