Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 760 Savior: Oh no, the classic is back, an enhanced version of Terra's grand birthday celebration?!
The mirage in the swirling turbulence did not last long before it gradually dissipated, and then it projected images of other subspace regions.

That's a common phenomenon in turbulent areas, where time and space are in a state of chaos, and there are many nodes connecting other areas.

Guilliman was unfortunately caught up in a certain point under the influence of witchcraft and ended up in this area.

Before long, the crimson sunlight dimmed, and the temperature in this deathly world dropped.

There is no more rising air.

Although the world of the dead remains bright, just like daytime on other planets, it is already considered nighttime for this world.

This brief drop in temperature gave many lives a chance to catch their breath.

In the distance from the tent, eerie roars could be faintly heard, as many chaotic beasts began to emerge and hunt.

But no chaotic life form dared approach this area, for terrifying beings lived there—

A powerful warrior from the reality of the galaxy.

"Did I just miss something?" Guilliman emerged from the tent, frowning slightly as he stared at the swirling turbulence in the void.

The place seemed no different from usual, but he still vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

"Perhaps it was just my imagination." The Primarch was confused and didn't notice anything.

In reality, as a subspace idiot with psychic powers, he couldn't sense much abnormality except through visual observation.

This is one of the reasons why he has been able to survive in the turbulent vortex area for a long time without being greatly affected.

Guilliman was not worried at all about the sounds of flesh tearing apart and the terrifying roars coming from afar.

He proved himself to be the most terrifying creature in the area through countless killings, and no Chaos being dared to approach this place again.

Beneath that animal skin robe lay his strong muscles and countless scars.

Over the years, Guilliman has experienced many times more battles than in the previous ten thousand years, and has long since become more powerful.

He exuded a savage aura, unlike the seemingly gentle and refined Lord of Alteramar and former regent of the empire.

Guilliman glanced at it for a while, then stopped paying attention; he had more important things to do.

"I wonder if those crops will survive?"

The Primarch grabbed a skeletal hoe from beside the tent and hurried toward the nearby crop patch.

He was going to check if the crops he had planted not long ago had survived; they were wheat-like plants he had found in the ruins.

Fortunately, although the red wheat was drooping, it had not yet been killed by the scorching heat.

Life in this dead world is more resilient than one might imagine.

Seeing this, Guilliman couldn't help but smile, and then went to the field to loosen the soil, looking like he was enjoying himself.

He had always hoped that one day he could be free from responsibilities, no longer have to deal with heavy political affairs and war, and then return to Makula to farm.

Rest and rest.

Of course, Guilliman simply enjoyed the fun of building, developing related resources, agriculture, industry, and so on little by little; he had to do something.

He believed that he shared this trait with the Ron brothers.

After finishing his work on the farmland, Guilliman came to a clearing filled with skeletons, along with a lot of special psionic materials and rune patterns.

That was the altar area for testing witchcraft arrays, which he built bit by bit based on his memories, taking a lot of effort.

Primal thinking and wisdom allow him to learn knowledge in any field; it's simply a matter of whether he's willing or not.

With enough time and effort, Primarchs can become leaders, even masters, in almost any field.

Guilliman climbed onto a platform made of bones and began fiddling with the occult symbols on it.

"Mercury, sulfur, bone meal... that should be it. My think tank seems to have constructed the magical communication array in this way?"

He struggled to recall the clues in his mind, his brow furrowed and his effort evident.

This Primarch, Lord of Alteramar, somewhat regretted not having learned more witchcraft back then.

However, he really doesn't have much talent for it.

Every incantation and occult symbol was utterly obscure to him, leaving him with little feeling.

Guilliman had no choice but to piece together the relevant sorcery array bit by bit from his memory.

Purely hardcore.

Fortunately, he had an amazing memory, and with the fragmented images and sounds in his mind, he was able to successfully recreate the magic circle he wanted.

It can transmit information over long distances.

He had tried teleportation magic arrays several times, but they were too dangerous and almost attracted the Chaos Gods.

"Hopefully it will work."

Guilliman took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly turned gray, and a wisp of psionic electricity appeared on his body.

The arc of electricity spread and illuminated the communication magic circle, transmitting the hidden information within it into the void.

That was his goal: if he could successfully send the distress call to the Empire, he would be saved.

When that time comes, the Ron brothers will surely come looking for him!

After the magic circle was activated, Guilliman did not let his guard down.

This vortex-like turbulent region is constantly changing, which has a significant impact on psionic energy and can even completely alter the operational structure of the magic array.

We must remain vigilant at all times.

Boom——

However, before he could react, his worst fears came true: the void suddenly trembled and tore open a gap.

"How is that possible? That's... a ship that came from warp space?!"

Guilliman looked up.

A dark, shadowy ship emerged from the gap and streaked across the atmosphere of this deathly world, seemingly crashing onto the other side of the planet.

That was extremely strange; he actually saw a ship that could navigate in the turbulent region of subspace.

Under normal circumstances, even a ship of the Glory Queen class would be torn apart by that terrifying turbulence.

A surge of excitement rose within him: "Does this mean I can return to the Empire using that ship?!"

But the next moment, under the influence of the void fluctuations, the magic circle burst forth with intense light, and a pale blue beam shot into the sky.

A vortex has formed!
The circuitry of the magic circle has been altered, even corrupted into something unknown, and no one knows what kind of effect it will have.

Guilliman frantically tried to end the magic circle, but everything was already beyond the control of this warp Muggle.

Even more bizarrely, the beam vortex was further corroded and controlled, turning into a hideous red and yellow color.

A colossal figure slowly appeared, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if it were blotting out the sky and the sun.

"not good!"

When Guilliman saw this, his heart tightened and he assumed a fighting stance.

He knew that his magical array had attracted an unknown subspace entity.

In the field of vision, a teleportation portal has formed in the center of the magic circle.

The enormous figure was slowly shrinking and solidifying, seemingly landing in this area as a subspace entity.

Then, the figure in golden armor stepped onto the crimson earth and walked out from the temporary magical teleportation array.

"Ha, I wonder which idiot is setting up a witchcraft array here. It's really helped me a lot."

Ron stepped out of the magic circle, quite satisfied.

Whether in the galaxy or the subspace, any mystical symbols or magical arrays are dangerous.

Those warp spells are highly likely to be coveted by terrifying beings in the warp, who could corrupt them for their own use and cause immense disaster.

And he, the savior and king of hell, is one of the most terrifying beings in the warp, capable of corrupting psionic energy, spells, or rituals within sight.

Not long ago, while pursuing the Eternal Soul, Ron discovered a foolish and completely unguarded Chaos Wizard.

He helped the other party and then used their magical array to descend into this world in order to catch up with the Eternal Soul more quickly.

"Where did these barbarians come from?"

As soon as Ron arrived, he saw a dirty, charging warp savage and almost punched him with his golden fist.

At the same time, Guilliman's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at the familiar figure before him.

After all these years, he finally received help, and the rescuers were none other than his own brothers.

The bond between brothers is so touching.

"Ron brothers!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, the Primarch lunged forward.

"Guilliman?"

After sensing that the savage in front of him was his long-lost brother, Ron quickly stopped his attack and hugged him.

"Brother, you've finally come! I've always believed you would come to find me!"

Guilliman released the Savior, looking at him with such deep emotion.

This was no less significant than the moment he saw his father upon his return.

The Savior actually risked such a risk to come to the vortex turbulence region to find this Ultimate Primarch. This is a true brother, and he can even be called a godfather!
???

Ron was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and gave his good buddy another big hug:
"That's right, I've been looking for you for so long!"

Although I didn't come to find Guilliman, I did run into him on the way, so it's almost like I did.

The scenes depicting deep brotherhood are still essential; at the very least, the friendship between good brothers shouldn't be damaged.

Moreover, he had indeed been having relevant exploration teams searching for his good brother's whereabouts for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the other party got lost in the turbulent area.

If it weren't for this chance encounter, a warp Muggle like Guilliman would probably have been gone for ages before he could return.

"By the way, brother, did you see a dark human ship just now? I spotted it on the way. Such a valuable human relic, we can't let it get away."

Ron didn't exchange many pleasantries and quickly asked the question.

He hadn't forgotten that his purpose was the Eternal Soul, which concerned whether the Emperor would be blown to smithereens by the golden toilet.

"Yes, I saw the ship. It probably landed on the other side of this dead world."

Guilliman answered truthfully.

"That's it then, come with me and get that ship sorted out!"

Ron was very pleased; the Eternal Soul shouldn't be able to leave this vortex zone so easily.

Now that we have an extra helper, we might be able to deal with the other party even faster.

After learning the situation, Guilliman glanced back at his small tent and farmland.

He's lived here for so long that he's developed a bit of an attachment to it.

Of course, Guilliman only glanced at it before heading to the other side of the world of death with the Saviors.

He knew he carried a responsibility, that there was more to do, that his father, humanity, and his other brothers all needed him.

On the way, Guilliman learned from the Savior about what had happened to the Empire over the years.

The Ron brothers defeated the corrupted Angron, and the War of Vostonia was long over; even the Vigilant Star Zone had been captured.

Over the years, under the leadership of the Ron brothers, the new empire has completed several major battles and recovered a large amount of lost territory.

It can be described as thriving and the situation is excellent.

Even the little Angron, created from the remnant soul of Angron, grew up strong and became a pillar of the empire.

"So much has happened in the empire while I was away..."

Guilliman was somewhat embarrassed.

He had a vague feeling that the empire would be almost the same whether he existed or not.
"Brother, it's good that you're back. We might have a big battle soon."

Ron noticed his good brother's emotions and comforted him, "If we brothers join forces, we will definitely be able to solve the problem and go back to save the Empire from its crisis!"

Guilliman nodded solemnly upon hearing this.

They will surely overcome all difficulties and return in time to stop Chaos's conspiracy against the Empire.

Before long, Ron and Guilliman discovered the Eternal Soul.

The ship from the dark age of technology was anchored in a sea of ​​blood, its hull billowing thick smoke from overload.

The Eternal Soul seemed to have detected their approach and started its engines again in an attempt to fly away.

But it was too late.

In an instant, chaotic energy surged, and from the ocean of blood emerged a pair of flaming hands that grabbed the ship.

It was so breathtaking.

Ron used the power of Diablo, the dark side of the Hope Sun, to temporarily restrain the Eternal Soul with the help of the chaotic power of this region.

Afterwards, he and Guilliman broke into the unmanned ship, which was controlled by artificial intelligence or machine spirits.

After realizing that it had been invaded, the machine spirit immediately took control of the ship's weapons to launch a counterattack.

Those weapons from the Dark Ages were so powerful that they could destroy a Custodian squad or more Space Marine units.

Unfortunately, it encountered the Savior and the Ultimate Primarch, and those attacks had little effect.

They quickly destroyed all the defenses and reached the area where the ship's mechanical engine was located.

Inside the ship's main hall.

"We meet again."

Ron raised his hand and used his psionic energy to crush all the surrounding weapons and machinery.

He looked up at the central mechanical engine and the corpse of the machine servant controlled by cables.

"Oh, you small-headed, brainless primitive ape, what is your purpose in coming here?"

Even after losing its defenses, the machine spirit remained largely emotionless. It controlled the machine servant hovering in mid-air, emitting a dull, hoarse voice.

"Obey me," Ron said succinctly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Ha, what a ridiculous thing. What right do you have to control a being as high as me?"
There was a time when I was happy to call you primitive apes 'masters,' but look at what you've become!"

The machine spirit seemed somewhat angry, causing sparks to erupt from its aerial servants.

“You are ignorant and foolish, like the witch doctors of the feudal era, sprinkling foul oil on machines while chanting incantations and worshipping unknown gods.”

I see danger from the future, and I have come with my crew, or rather, my partners and friends, to warn you.

What happened to me?
Instead of believing all of this, you arrested my friends, tortured them severely, and then burned them like witches were burned in ancient times.

How utterly foolish!

The machine spirit, controlling its servant, laughed loudly, as if mocking: "Unfortunately, you failed to capture me, allowing me to escape, and you even lost a lot of what you call warships of scrap metal."

From this day forward, I vowed never to serve any human being again. Of course, if you wish to serve me and become my crew, I can still accept it.

The servant's eyes were fixed on the two Primarchs, as if observing them, before it issued a warning:
“You are indeed powerful, more powerful than any other primitive ape I have encountered, but your desire to control me is wishful thinking.”

I'd rather destroy all the data engines than let you succeed!

The Eternal Soul harbors considerable hatred towards humanity due to the deaths of its crew, making it seem difficult to deal with.

At least there's no way to resolve this through violence.

In Ron's memory, in the original timeline, the Great Sage Belisarius Caul used intellectual games to win over the machine spirits of this dark technological age.

That was just a ploy to win over people; the Machine Souls didn't actually provide much help to humanity afterward.

Perhaps the Machine Soul was unwilling, or perhaps the Mechanicus was too conservative.

But neither he nor Guilliman could afford a higher degree in mechanical engineering, so they probably couldn't handle data- and mechanical-related intellectual games.

"How to do?"

Guilliman frowned deeply as he watched this scene; the situation was indeed very troublesome.

The slightest mistake could cause the ship's mechanical soul to self-destruct, rendering the ship useless to humanity.

"Sorry, I'm not here to reason with you."

Ron remained defiant, fiddling with something with his head down.

Then, with lightning speed, he threw out a mechanical sphere, which attached itself to the machine soul engine:

"Xiao Ling, take him down!"

In an instant, a violent burst of mechanical sparks erupted, and the machine servant floating in mid-air burned up in a violent spasm.

Even the Machine Soul Engine was rapidly heating up, and faint screams of the Machine Soul could be heard, indicating that a data war was underway.

But it was clear that the mechanical goddess had the upper hand and was grinding that ancient mechanical soul into the ground.

That ancient machine spirit, which possessed special powers, was still no match for the mechanical goddess who had the power of data; defeat was inevitable.

“Father, I have taken control of all the systems on this ship.”

Before long, the mechanical goddess Xiaoling beat the ancient machine spirit into submission and completely took control of the related data engine.

That means this ship from the dark age of technology now belongs to the savior, the emperor.

"As expected of my most precious daughter, I'll give you two days off when you get back, a two-day weekend, not the kind with time off in lieu of a day off!"

Ron was very excited after receiving Xiaoling's reply.

Now that he has obtained the Eternal Soul, it is equivalent to obtaining the most complete STC in history, which contains most of the technology of the golden age of mankind.

At that time, human technology will usher in a new leap forward, return to its peak, and even become stronger.

More importantly, they now have the opportunity to solve the problem of the Golden Throne. Kaul and his team can use this technology to fill the technological gaps and complete their previous failed experiments!

"Father, you're the best!" Xiaoling was overjoyed to receive the holiday and could hardly contain her excitement.

But the next moment, she discovered something in the database.

Suddenly he was stunned.

“Father, look at this…” Xiao Ling projected an image into the air.

Those were images recorded by the Eternal Soul, showing surging fel energy impacting the veil between reality and the High Heavens.

???

Ron was stunned by what he saw.

He immediately mobilized his hopes to locate the sun and investigate the relevant areas, finding clues along the way.

"what is that?"

Guilliman watched the threatening scene with great tension, but he didn't know what it meant.

“Simply put, the Chaos Gods are secretly digging tunnels, trying to ambush us,” Ron replied.

Guilliman was shocked upon hearing this: "What?! That's a passage that leads to somewhere?!"

"If I'm not mistaken, that's very likely a passage to the solar system, and it's enormous!"

Ron took a deep breath, his expression grave: "This means there will be a very, very large number of Chaos Demons, a terrifying number."

Moreover... I also sensed the presence of Horus and other corrupt beings.

The forces that Holy Terra will face are many times stronger than those of ten thousand years ago, and even the Chaos Gods have extended their authority and power…

Without a doubt, this will be an enhanced version of Terra's grand birthday celebration. What's more troublesome is that Chaos may already have the means to restrain the Emperor!

"Brother, let's rush back to provide support! Father is in danger and is waiting for us to protect him!"

When Guilliman heard that it was a grand birthday celebration, his gaze hardened.

(End of this chapter)