Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 759 Guilliman: Waaaaah, have my brothers forgotten about me?!

"Hiss~
Brother, you can't just say things like that! You've set a really high bar!

When Ron heard Dorn's confident words, he gasped and couldn't help but think to himself.

That's very unlucky.

If Chaos doesn't come, it would be a disservice to your words!
Seeing the savior's somewhat worried expression, Roger Dorn's expression grew even more serious:

"I know you're a bit cautious, but the solar system's defenses are now at their most stringent level, stronger than ever before."

Even Terra's defenses ten thousand years ago were far inferior to those of today. Please trust my judgment as a vigilant.

To be honest, the new empire's defenses are a bit too abundant, which he's not quite used to, and he can only try to adapt.

After all, Roger Dorn had been defending the city alone, suffering greatly, with every line of defense teetering on the brink of collapse.

The Terra defenses are so strong that even he himself doesn't know how to break through them.

If he had possessed this level of defensive power ten thousand years ago, why would he need to defend a city? He would have led the imperial army out to conquer it long ago.

Fortunately, after these days of continuous learning, Roger Dorn has gradually begun to adapt to the new empire's defense philosophy and has further strengthened the relevant defenses.

This brought it to the limit of its own defense capabilities.

He firmly believed that this was the most impregnable fortress he had ever defended, and he was even more confident in facing any chaotic enemy!
Ron didn't question anything further after hearing this, since the Dorn brothers had already gone this far.

Moreover, the other party is indeed the Primarch most suitable in the Empire to undertake this guarding duty.

At least Dorne has extensive experience in defending cities and can learn from the lessons of the siege they suffered ten thousand years ago, so they should be able to do better this time.

I believe in your abilities.

You are the most skilled in defense among us brothers.

Ron patted the vigilant, defense master on the shoulder, expressing his trust in him:
"I will probably return in two months, and in the meantime, everything in the solar system will be in your hands."

We must remain at the highest level of vigilance.

He was still somewhat worried that the Chaos Gods might cause trouble while he was away, thus inflicting serious damage on the Empire or the Emperor.

Have to guard against it.

"In the name of my father, I, Roger Dorn, am the last bulwark of the Empire, and I will fulfill my duty to prevent heretics and aliens from setting foot even a step inside!"

With a resolute face and a serious expression, Dorn made a solemn vow.

He looked at the savior with bright eyes: "Brother, go in peace. We'll drink together when you come back!"

"Third brother, with you here, I can go to the subspace with peace of mind."

Ron nodded with satisfaction, then resolutely turned and left.

But as soon as he turned around, his face darkened, and it seemed like he was setting more and more goals for himself these days.

The situation is getting a bit bad.

"Tako, send another batch of troops to the outer reaches of the solar system, and also inform Leon, Khan, and Peturabo of the existence of the Primarchs."

Tell them to be prepared to provide support to the solar system at any time.

Ron secretly sent a message to his deputy, instructing him to deploy more troops around the solar system.

just in case.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Roger Dorn, but he felt that having more troops would be safer, and it would also be more exciting.

After meeting with Roger Dorn, Ron quietly returned to the Sanctuary of the Saviors.

He activated his special double to cover his tracks.

The fewer people who know about my journey to the Chaos Subspace, the better. If possible, I should try to keep it a secret from the Chaos Gods.

After all, that was their home turf.

If the Chaos Gods knew about this, they would most likely hinder his actions or set traps in the warp to hunt him down.

That's trouble.

But compared to the threat from the Chaos Gods, Ron was more worried about the explosion of the Golden Throne and the Emperor's ascension to godhood.

The Throne Ejection System is still under construction. If the Emperor ascends to godhood and becomes the Dark King, the first to be impacted will be humanity and the Sun of Hope, which is closest to the Holy Sun.

At that point, I'll be pinned down and brutally beaten by the Dark Lord, and I don't even know if I'll be able to escape.
Therefore, no matter what, I must risk going to the warp to bring back the Eternal Soul from the dark age of technology.

This would allow researchers to completely build a repair device for the throne, eliminating the threat to the Golden Throne.

Only then will humanity truly be free from the crisis and able to address the threats to the galaxy and the subspace.

Instead of accumulating a large number of troops in the solar system and Holy Terra.

Soon after.

As space fluctuated, a colorful, surging dark purple spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.

That was a small subspace portal channel created by the Hope Sun.

Without hesitation, Ron stepped into the chaotic energy flow and his figure slowly disappeared.

He secretly traveled to the Warp.

After that, the spatial fluctuations were blocked by layer upon layer of black stone devices, and no information could be transmitted out.

Even high-level psionicists and chaotic beings cannot sense it.

However, no sooner had Ron secretly left Holy Terra than a faint message was transmitted along the void to the warp.

The faint information seemed to have traversed time and space, arriving at a chaotic realm at an incredible speed.

That chaotic realm was incredibly vast, filled with palaces made of colorful energy and crystals.

Countless pieces of information and knowledge are transmitted through it.

"Ah, that pitiful savior has taken the bait and dragged himself into an abyss from which there is no return."

After receiving the faint information, the enormous, ever-changing, and dazzling body of the Lord of All Changes expanded further, revealing an irrepressible excitement.

He received a message from the Web of Fate: the Savior and the Emperor had left Terra.

Recently, the Lord of Changes has been secretly building layers of networks around Terra, like a spider web.

Any change in Terra will cause the threads within it to vibrate, thus transmitting messages back.

He can also manipulate the network to guide the fate of that region, such as letting the Savior know a certain message, like an ancient human ship.

Only such important news could spur that annoying fellow to leave the human stronghold.

Now, the savior and emperor has followed His guidance and entered the vast chaotic subspace.

This is the best chance to resolve the threat of the cursed!

"Kill!"

"Ah, humanity will be bathed in the mercy of the plague..."

"Slurp, pleasure longs for the withered, cursed body of the throne."

Suddenly, three enormous, illusory figures appeared, their surging energy intertwining within the palace of the Lord of Myriad Changes.

The powers of the Blood God, the Father of Plague, and the Lord of Pleasure were also projected onto this area.

Countless remnant spirits murmured in their own mouths, recounting the desires of these supreme deities.

As the threat of the cursed drew near, the Chaos Gods united for the first time in history, contributing their own power.

hum~
The power of the Chaos Gods coalesced and bombarded a certain region of subspace.

Even more terrifying is that such a terrifying fluctuation of evil energy was confined to a single area.

It is not even perceived by the sacred sun, thus preventing it from interfering.

Visibly, the intertwined evil energy is constantly tearing apart the veil between reality and the High Heaven.

The immense evil energy projected by the Chaos Gods was powerful, yet it exuded a sneaky aura.

They moved with a slightly furtive, cautious demeanor, seemingly afraid that the fluctuations here would spread and reveal the location of this area. In reality, the Chaos Gods were secretly digging a tunnel between reality and the High Heavens, and they were afraid that the Cursed Ones would discover this.

The Lord of All Changes was even nervously keeping watch over the relevant subspace regions, sending messages to other chaotic entities to cease their activities.

The Chaos Gods were quite nervous.

If the cursed beings knew that they were building a passage to the solar system, they would stop them at all costs, which could very well render all previous efforts futile.

That was a huge loss.

Fortunately, the Chaos Gods kept this a secret very well, and no disturbances spread out, so the warp remained as quiet as ever.

This is perhaps their greatest investment in galactic reality, a truly massive undertaking.

That large temporary passage can project its own authority, the new Dragon Forest planet, and the Primarchs and Chaos Legion forces within it into the solar system.

To secure victory.

Due to the massive output of fel energy, their chaotic domains are even beginning to shrink as they lose power.

That's a worthwhile investment.

The threat of the cursed will be removed, and the human capital will be completely reduced to a realm of chaos.

They will establish their own territory in the galaxy, support a dark empire led by Horus, and continuously corrupt more and more humans.

Once the objective is achieved, the human empire will be split in two, plunging into an endless war.

These chaotic gods can also continuously draw power from the endless slaughter, chaos, plague, and suffering in the galaxy.

The Chaos Gods' investment was immense, but they will reap even greater rewards.

What a delicious reward, several times or even more!
As these chaotic gods considered this, a faint smile involuntarily appeared on their ugly faces.

That was the smile of their wicked scheme about to succeed.

After an unknown amount of time, a phantom portal gradually appeared, and the blurry spherical figure of Xinlong Linxing also appeared, with countless dark machines emitting thick smoke on it.

Meanwhile, at the Crystal Palace.

"Ah, such a steadfast will, yet it cannot defy destiny, and more influence!"

The myriad forms of the Lord of Change, with their dazzling silhouettes, conjured countless limbs that moved through the void, stirring up countless tiny threads.

All the threads are connected to a phantom blue planet—Terra. The web of fate is shifting, cutting through region after region.

He used the threads of fate to divide the forces on Terra's defensive line, burying countless changes that will cause numerous unexpected events to erupt simultaneously, giving Chaos a greater advantage.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Master of All Changes, the God of Change and Intrigue, who subtly influences the fate and development of all things in the world.

Everything is going according to plan!
Some region in subspace.

World of death.

The earth was crimson, the sunlight burned it like a fireball, and even the air seemed to be steaming and distorting.

The barren ground was littered with the remains of chaotic life forms, and occasionally one could see some twisted plants with fruit growing on them.

Nourishing~
Turbid blood splattered onto the slightly reddish plants, then dripped down the leaves onto the scalding ground where it evaporated.

A tall human figure, draped in animal skin and with a scraggly beard, tore apart a chaotic life form and poured its blood onto the plant, as if watering it.

The plants were also greedily seizing any water and nutrients; it wasn't easy for them to survive in such a world.

The human figure licked its dry lips, plucked a fruit, and put it in its mouth, enjoying the sensation of the fruit's juice bursting in its mouth.

Even in such a distorted world, thirst is everywhere, inescapable, and neither deadly nor allergenic.

But this behavior allows him to recall memories of eating in the past, so that he doesn't forget that he is still a human being.

In a sense, this can resist the severe corrosion in this subspace turbulence region.

"Damn, this stuff is delicious!" Guilliman chewed on the bitter, sour, and pungent red fruit, juice dripping down his filthy beard.

Tears welled in his eyes as he recalled the banquet he had attended with his good friend Ron.

There you'll find sweet fruit juices, fine red wines, and delicious pastries, steaks, and more.

This is like trying to quench your thirst by looking at plums.

Guilliman wrapped his blood-stained animal skin tightly around himself to block out the omnipresent, seemingly endless sunlight.

His armor had long been destroyed in the long battle.

He looked like a refugee; his condition was extremely dire.

Long ago, Guilliman fought alongside his brothers, including Ron, in the Vostonia Sector against the corrupted Angron, controlled by the Chaos Gods.

However, during that battle, he inadvertently stepped into a trap and became lost in this unknown vortex area.

Moreover, this Primarch of the Limits, Lord of Alteramar, unfortunately appeared in the territory of the Crimson Demons, and countless demons surged forth.

What followed was a long, endless battle.

Countless crimson demons were killed, and they fled in terror, hiding everywhere, no longer daring to approach.

He ultimately triumphed and continued to live on this abominable planet, searching for a way back to the Empire.

"It's been such a long time..."

Guilliman dragged his heavy steps toward the animal skin tent that was half buried in the ground to the side.

He didn't know how long he had been trapped on this abominable planet and in the warp turbulence—years, decades, or even centuries.
Time has almost lost its meaning.

Life here is so hard, so lonely, and so dangerous that it could drive any human being insane.

Fortunately, he found a way to survive here and also found something to do.

That means hunting down chaotic life forms, bringing back precious water, and then planting some special plants that we find.

Such regular activities can help resist endless loneliness.

In addition, he regularly sends psionic messages into the subspace, sending his distress signals to humanity.

Guilliman crawled into the tent, came to the slightly cool underground pit, and lay down on his animal skin rug to rest.

This time of year is not suitable for prolonged outdoor activities, as it is too physically demanding.

"Perhaps this is for the best, without political affairs, without heavy responsibilities, and without war..."

Guilliman murmured, the thought arising in his mind that he wanted to lie down and rest completely.

But the next moment, he dismissed the absurd idea.

The Lord of Otlamar knew that once he accepted this way of thinking, he would be forever lost in this warp vortex.

There will never be another chance to get out!
"Do my father and brothers miss me? Surely they haven't forgotten me?" A trace of longing flickered across Guilliman's resolute face.

This Primarch, having spent a long time alone and influenced by memories, makes no attempt to conceal his emotions.

He didn't know if the Empire, having lost its Primarch, could defeat Angron, who was controlled by the Chaos Gods.

Guilliman's memory was still stuck in the Battle of Vostonia, and he was thinking about possible changes in the battle situation.

He worried that the campaign to annihilate the corrupted Angron would fail.

According to the Ron brothers' worst-case scenario, if the encirclement failed, the Battle of Vostonia would become a stalemate and a difficult tug-of-war.

Meanwhile, under the rampage of the corrupted Angron, the Empire may have to spend more than a decade or even longer continuously deploying new troops to the region and organizing new offensives.

To curb the spread of demonic Angron and Chaos.

If that were to happen, the Ron brothers and Leon would probably be anxiously waiting for me to return and continue the fight.
"Brothers, hang in there, I'll be back!" Guilliman wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his gaze unwavering.

He wrapped himself tightly in the special animal hide and continued to recover his strength.

Meanwhile, outside the animal-hide tent, a mirage swirling in the void reflected a scene from a distant region—

A terrifying evil energy is quietly bombarding the veil between the High Heaven and reality.

Inside the tent, Guilliman wiped his eyes, then rolled over and curled up, completely unaware of what was happening...

(End of this chapter)