Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 742 Savior: The Throne Out of Control? My Fists Are Just as Hard!

"Damn, all that medical money was wasted."

Ron stared at Dorn, who had collapsed to the ground, feeling numb with shock.

It seems that the Emperor's psionic attacks are even more powerful than we imagined, and even someone as resilient as Big Stubborn Donkey couldn't withstand them.

He quickly ordered the Imperial Guard to rush in and drag the wretched Dorn away to the ICU.

This also makes it easier for me to retreat.

Without the slightest hesitation, the elders of the Imperial Guard quickly entered, carried away the master of the mountain formation, and then withdrew from the throne room.

Close the gate.

They knew full well that they were not qualified to participate in events of that caliber.

Interfering with the Savior rashly will only make things worse.

"My lord, has your pain deepened once more?"

The commander of the throne room looked at the throne room, now closed again, with deep concern.

Although emperors had lost control before, it had never been this serious.

The throne room is now shaking, with rubble constantly falling.

Rumble!
The rampant psionic energy clashed with each other, and brilliant golden light surged out along the cracks in the door, with faint black arcs of electricity also visible.

It was an intense psychic battle that involved higher dimensions.

The elders of the Imperial Guard were filled with anxiety, hoping that the savior could restrain the uncontrollable power of the Golden Throne.

Let the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, regain his composure.

As for Dorne, the Emperor's Primarch, he was thrown to the ground by the Guards, his face pressed against the ground, and he was "sleeping" soundly.

The Guards viewed Dorne as the culprit behind this loss of control, and naturally, they wouldn't treat him well.

Fortunately, the nuns' emergency medical team from the Sanctuary Sanatorium arrived quickly.

After giving Dorn a potion, they placed him on a mechanical stretcher and carried him away for treatment.

The Savior now has extremely abundant medical resources; as long as you have a breath left or any physical activity, he can cure you completely.

Throne Room.

The two psychic energies of the savior and the emperor collided violently, eroding each other.

The two golden psionic phantoms clashed in mid-air, each punch unleashing a violent shockwave.

It also conjured countless golden angels, chariots, and soldiers, who charged and fought.

This place is like a small divine kingdom, where gods from both sides are sending their creations to fight.

In reality, this is roughly equivalent to a conceptual confrontation between the two sides, with the form of confrontation spreading from reality to a higher dimension.

After Dorn was dragged away, Ron, now free of restraint, immediately channeled his consciousness into the clone of the small throne machine.

To mobilize more psychic energy to combat the runaway psychic energy of the Golden Throne.

"This is troublesome..."

Ron sat on a small mechanical throne, facing the Emperor's golden throne.

He was sitting face-to-face with the Emperor on the toilet, in a state of confrontation.

Whether it was the deep psychological trauma caused by Little Horse or some other reason, the Emperor's loss of control this time was extremely profound.

It was stronger than ever before.

Unless he can completely suppress this out-of-control force, it will be difficult to escape.

It was visible to the naked eye that the angels and soldiers conjured by the Emperor already had the faint feeling of being warp demons.

This proves that the Emperor has taken another big step toward becoming the Dark Lord.

Maybe one day he'll suddenly jump up from the golden toilet and punch the warp and kick the empire.

It made the gods of the warp and itself howl in agony.

"The Emperor truly deserves to be called a born dragon-like overlord and a mighty man. He was a hero in life and a ghost in death."

Even when corrupted, he remains as powerful and unstoppable as ever.

Ron swallowed hard, feeling a deep sense of darkness and pressure.

Inside the throne room, divine and holy energy, mixed with black arcs of electricity, was pressing in, while his own power was gradually receding.

The defense line is about to fall.

If it cannot withstand the pressure, the small mechanical throne will most likely be destroyed under the high pressure.

The emperor's out-of-control energy will further erupt, causing even more severe damage to the Golden Throne and potentially triggering unknown disasters.

The future Dark Lord is terrifying!
Even so, Ron's face showed little fear, but rather a strong fighting spirit.

It's as if everyone isn't an evil god. My savior's fist is no less powerful!

He was the savior of humanity, the second strongest being among humankind, and the future second evil god of mankind—

Diablo, the King of Hell!

While the Emperor God's Holy Spirit can cause particular harm to Chaos Demons, it cannot affect himself.

Hopefully, having grown to this point and absorbed a massive amount of faith from the Empire, the sun will still be able to put up a fight against the Holy Sun.

Of course, this is all on the premise that the Emperor doesn't just collapse the golden throne beneath his buttocks and ascend to become the Dark King.

Without ascending to a higher rank, there's a high chance that the Emperor would force him to a pulp and beat him up.

But now, let's hope the sun can hold on!
"Eat!"

"Come forth, my dark forces of hell!"

Ron roared, mobilizing even more of the power of the Hope Sun.

He unleashed Diablo's dark side fel energy, enhancing his combat power and suppressive abilities.

That is the power of the gods!

In an instant, dark red arcs of electricity spread from Ron's psionic phantom, his body expanded and became more powerful, and he was covered with armor stained with flames.

At this moment, the state and height of his phantom were almost on par with the Emperor's out-of-control psionic phantom.

Facing it head-on, its momentum was in no way weak.

The psionic phantoms of both sides profoundly affected the throne room.

This caused the vast area to shake violently.

But the falling rubble was almost immediately torn apart by the intertwined psionic energy!
Without a word, Ron manipulated his psionic phantom to pounce, his fist igniting with dark red flames:

"Hell Gold... Giant Fist!"

His savior tactics are so simple yet powerful!
Bang!
The Emperor's psionic phantom took a punch and retaliated with a punch of its own, the two fists intertwining.

That was a speed that even high-level warriors could hardly see, and it carried immense power.

Outside the throne room.

The elders of the Imperial Guard felt the impact of the spiritual energy and the loud crashing of the gate, and were filled with worry.

They could not intervene and could only pray that the situation would spiral out of control.

However, this is merely a projection of power in reality; the real battlefield is not here.

A higher dimension of subspace.

The concepts of the power of the Hope Sun and the Divine Sun are clashing with each other, creating energy waves that spread into the distant void.

Even the Chaos Gods noticed this sudden outbreak of battle and began to pay close attention to it almost immediately.

They could not interfere in such a distant struggle, but they were still very concerned about the conflict between the savior and the cursed.

The gods were not concerned with who won or lost, but with the important information revealed by this conflict.

"Darkness is coming..."

The colossal body of Khorne, composed of molten lava and blood flames, slowly opened its mouth, each word spewing forth crimson flames.

This god of blood and slaughter, the father of war, was unusually fearful, his pupils trembling slightly.

He could sense the terrifying power surging forth from the subspace, and even the remnant souls and evil spirits were howling in fear.

The cursed being's power is uncontrollable and is about to transform into an even more terrifying being. That being will become the shadow of death, darkness itself—

Lord of Darkness!

He will pose a profound threat to all beings in the warp, especially to the Chaos Gods.

That means their backyard will be invaded by a terrible jackal, and the galaxy's delicious food of faith and the human race will face a terrible disaster.

Their population has decreased dramatically, turning them into an endangered species like the Eldar.

"Do not……"

Not only Khorne, the Blood God, but the other three gods were also deeply worried.

In particular, the merciful father, Nurgle, suddenly uttered a fearful murmur in his nightmare.

He had personally experienced the horrors of the cursed, even having half of his beloved plague garden burned by them.

"Cuck!"

As for the master of all changes, he strives to find a way out for the future within the threads of fate.

See if you can escape the threat of the cursed.

He was frantically telling fortunes, predicting whether the future would be any better, since after the cursed one ascended to godhood, He would become a pathetic roasted bird.

The Lord of All Changes did not want his true form to experience such a terrible fate!

Before long, the energy ripples from the distant void gradually weakened and then completely subsided.

The area returned to its original depth, and the Void Whales, which had scattered in terror, returned to their original migration routes.

The Chaos Gods knew that the savior had temporarily reined in the cursed one's loss of control.

But that was to no avail; the countdown to chaos and darkness had already begun.

Time is running out; it's urgent!
The perpetrators of this chaos and disaster are afraid of even greater chaos and calamity, and afraid of having their own territory and power taken away.

The Chaos Gods exchanged glances, their resolve to cooperate strengthened.

They will completely eliminate the hidden dangers of the cursed!

hum~
The Lord of All Changes projected a blue planet into the void, so real it seemed.

It is Terra, the home planet of humankind, and the site of the Emperor's remains.

That is the Achilles' heel of the cursed, and the only place they can attack.

Then, more phantom energy appeared, and countless threads connected to the planet.

Then it extends outwards and intertwines.

The movement of every thread can affect the mental state and activity patterns of a certain being in Terra.

Of course, it's difficult to do this under the noses of both the cursed and the savior.

But they must devote all their efforts to doing this, gradually altering Terra's fate and weakening its defenses.

The entity that could influence the future would be lured away from that area, thus launching a final attack to decapitate it.

The corrupted Primarchs will launch a collective attack, using the Shadow Light to completely seal the power of their father, the Cursed.

That was the only chance to change the fate of the warp.

"Savior."

Lord of Pleasure, the Dark Prince, stared at the brightest point of light in the Terra phantom besides the cursed, and slowly said:

“He must leave that place, keep him under control…”

The savior is the strongest being beside the cursed.

If he is not lured away from Terra, the Fallen Primarchs may not be able to defeat that despicable fellow.

This led to the failure of the plan.

No one expected that the once insignificant savior would become someone they needed to pay attention to, just like the cursed one.

They are still slowly undermining their foundation with false faith!
He will leave.

The Lord of All Changes's transformed body glowed faintly as he made a promise to the other gods.

He will do everything in his power to devise the most perfect and imperceptible plan so that the Savior will leave Terra without him even noticing.

Moreover, it is difficult to return.

Everything is going according to plan!
As the Chaos Gods made their preparations in earnest, the dark machinery of New Dragon Forest Star operated even more violently, creating a deafening din.

After that, one corrupted Primarch after another appeared on that abomination planet.

……

Holy Terra.

"It's finally over. Luckily I ran fast, otherwise I would have been sucked into the toilet."

Ron exhaled, covered in cold sweat, and plopped down on the ground.

The heavy black stone armor smashed the floor, creating cracks, and the surrounding area was a complete mess.

At this moment, the violent tremors inside the throne room had subsided, and the loss of control over the golden throne had ceased.

He stopped it all.

The process was extremely difficult; Hope Sun used almost all its strength to collide head-on with the out-of-control sacred sun.

Even if it's not a life-or-death struggle, it's still extremely dangerous.

More importantly, Ron used too much of the power of the Sun of Hope, which almost caused him to become too deeply involved with the Mechanical Throne and be unable to step down.

That's the most dangerous thing.

I almost followed in the footsteps of the Emperor and ended up sitting on the mechanical throne just like him.

bang-

Ron removed his tattered black stone armor, feeling much lighter.

The Emperor has regained his composure and no longer needs this thing to protect his physical body in reality.

He rose and walked toward the throne, complaining quite a bit:
"Are you still holding on, old man? You almost ruined me this time, and you even bleed Dorn like that."

Upon the golden throne, the emperor's psionic phantom reappeared, now restored to tranquility.

This time, the figure that appears is that of an old king wearing golden armor.

That was clearly the bright side of the Emperor's personality.

He looked somewhat hunched over and seemed quite remorseful.

"Ron, I don't know how much longer I can hold on, and I don't know if I'll lose control again..."

The emperor looked up and spoke slowly, his face showing an indescribable weariness.

This immortal being, the ruler of mankind, clearly knew the terrible catastrophe that would ensue if he were to completely lose control.

"That won't happen."

Ron paused for a moment, then added, "The suppression facility is in the works, and the research has reached a critical stage."

This problem can be solved.

He looked at the emperor, his gaze resolute: "Humanity can solve all problems; our destiny should not end here!"

"There's no time."

Tears welled up in the emperor's eyes, a rare sight indeed; he had never felt so weak before.
“I can’t see the future. You can’t even kill me now. His appearance is inevitable.”

The Lord of Mankind's final plan was to have the Primarch or the Savior kill him before things spiraled out of control.

To prevent destruction from happening.

However, the Emperor discovered that he had somehow become one with the warp, in a state of eternal proof.

It exists simultaneously in the past, present, and future.

Now, like the Abominations of the Warp, he is eternal and indestructible, and cannot be completely destroyed.

That also means that the prophecy has come true, and the fate of humanity's eventual destruction is unchangeable!

(End of this chapter)