Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 761 Savior: You guys are betting your underwear on me, huh? Then I'll go all in too!
"Was I tricked by that troublemaker, the Master of Changes?"

Upon hearing Guilliman's words and looking at the swirling turbulence in the void, Ron fell silent.

Everything was too coincidental: the Throne repair experiment failed, and then the Mechanicus just happened to obtain the trail of the Eternal Soul.

Later, when he was tracking the Eternal Soul, it happened to enter the turbulent vortex area, preventing him from returning in time.

And Guilliman, the professional player who's always on the support route, is also here.

Looking at it this way, the negative buffs are completely maxed out. I don't know if I can withstand them.
No matter how you look at it, this seems like a blatant conspiracy.

The Chaos faction used numerous events to push itself away from Holy Terra, and it had no choice but to do so.

That's probably their goal: to launch a surprise attack on the emperor while I'm away.

It was a perfect moment; the warp defenses of Holy Terra were under construction, and only one Primarch was stationed there.

More imperial troops were unable to provide rapid support due to large-scale expeditions to reclaim territory.

Meanwhile, Chaos has concentrated an unprecedented force, waiting for a fatal blow!
"Fortunately, I mobilized another batch of troops before I left, otherwise the solar system would have been in danger and might not have even had a chance to hold out until reinforcements arrived."

Ron was quite relieved.

There was nothing that could be done; I had been cautious enough.

The new empire constructed numerous no-fly zones around the solar system, and went to great lengths to eliminate the possibility of chaos invading the solar system.

Even Holy Terra was swept clean, leaving Chaos no chance to create warp rifts.

But who could have imagined that the Chaos Gods had secretly mastered the ability to create large-scale channels, allowing them to send the Chaos army into the interior of the solar system without the need for corruption, sacrifice, or Chaos arrays?

This is like going straight for Holy Terra and unleashing a devastating attack!

That was unprecedented; there were no records of it, and they had never used such a terrifying intrusion capability before.

All I can say is that they are quite patient.

Ron had reason to suspect that the Chaos Gods had been plotting this for a long, long time, preparing for this fatal blow.

Only now that they are confident are they finally willing to invest heavily and fight tooth and nail.

"Those Chaos Gods are going all in."

What are their trump cards, and how will they suppress the Emperor's sacred sun?!

Ron felt an unprecedented pressure as he sensed the terrifying, unimaginable evil energy emanating from somewhere.

The Chaos Gods' offensive this time is far more intense than the one ten thousand years ago. They are not only manipulating Horus from behind the scenes to wage a proxy war, but they are essentially engaging in hand-to-hand combat themselves.

The evil power they unleashed alone was enough to cause serious damage, and they were determined to deliver a fatal blow to the Emperor and the Empire.

Simply put, this is a war to the death!

If the Chaos Gods lose, they'll lose everything, even their underwear; but if the Empire loses, humanity's hopes for prosperity will be dashed, and they'll be plunged back into the Dark Ages.

"However, humanity must win this war no matter what."

Otherwise, if something happens to the Emperor, I'll be surrounded and pursued by the Chaos Gods, and I'll hardly have a chance to fight back.

Ron thought to himself.

Fortunately, I have also mastered some subspace powers, so I am not completely powerless.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ron immediately manipulated the Hope Sun to project the relevant information into the galactic reality.

In an instant, countless fluctuations emanated from the subspace, each fluctuation serving only to transmit a single message—

The world of Throne of Gods, Holy Terra, is under siege by Chaos. Any Imperial armed forces capable of operating must mobilize troops to aid Terra!
Under the influence of the Hopeful Sun, psionicists within many imperial territories received instructions from the savior and the emperor.

In some areas with statues of the Savior, miracles have even occurred, with angels flying and reflecting a dazzling golden light.

The news spread rapidly, and the core armed forces of the empires in several star systems were in an uproar.

Even some expeditionary fleets temporarily ended their voyages and turned back to Holy Terra.

Support the throne!

Nothing is more important than supporting Holy Terra right now. After all, humanity's stronghold is about to be destroyed by Chaos, so what's the point of a distant expedition?!
If you look down at the stars, you can see countless points of light twinkling within the empire's territory, and with each twinkle, it is getting closer to the solar system.

Those points of light representing the human fleet are gradually converging towards the solar system!

In addition, there are other alien fleets other than humans heading towards the solar system.

Ron not only summoned the Imperial fleet, but also gathered all the armed forces he could control.

To win this war.

Since the Chaos Gods have already gone all in, then I will go all in too, and I must leave their main force in the solar system!

Guilliman seemed to sense something as well, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

He looked at the savior, his voice tinged with excitement: "Hope remains; this time, humanity will not fall into darkness again."

Although the enemy they encountered this time was more powerful than ever before, the empire was also more united than it had been ten thousand years ago, instead of being helpless as before.

"If humanity resists this darkness, it will be able to embark on the road to prosperity."

Ron suppressed the pressure in his heart and smiled.

This chaotic war is both dangerous and an opportunity. The chaotic gods are desperate and are going all out.

If humanity can withstand this pressure, nothing will be able to stop the rise of humankind.

“Let’s go, brother, let’s win this war!” Ron patted Guilliman on the shoulder and headed toward the bridge area.

Of course, what he didn't say was that it was all on the condition that Roger Dorn and the solar system's garrison could withstand the initial pressure and hold out until reinforcements arrived.

That's no easy task. No one knows whether the current armament can stop multiple Fallen Primarchs who have been strengthened by the Chaos Gods.

The power of a Primarch cannot be defeated simply by overwhelming numbers.

If Holy Terra falls prematurely, the Royal Palace will become an isolated city, which could easily lead to a complete collapse of the war situation.

Therefore, he and the Guilliman brothers must return to the solar system as soon as possible to take charge!

“This time, I won’t miss the chance to save my father again…” Guilliman said, head bowed, in a voice only he could hear.

When he raised his head, his face became incredibly resolute, and then he followed in the footsteps of the savior.

Shortly afterward, the void ship Eternal Soul suddenly crackled with electricity, took off under overload, and plunged into the turbulent vortex of warp space.

……

On the galactic frontier, an imperial space fortress guards the borders.

Countless engineering ships operate within the interconnected space fortresses, resembling a Great Wall in space, gradually constructing this vital empire's defensive hub.

Divided by the Great Wall, one side is filled with twinkling stars, while the other side is shrouded in deep darkness, devoid of any starlight, like an endless night.

An unnatural veil obscured the light of all the stars.

That is the realm of exorcising spirits of the dead in space, and also the territory of the Silent King, who is another great enemy of mankind.

Leon, with his white hair and dark green armor, stood on the edge of the fortress terrace, as if one step forward would plunge him into an endless abyss.

He gazed at the silent stars in the distance, his brow furrowed.

The star field before them was so dark and hateful, as if countless living metallic beings would pounce out at any moment and tear humanity apart.

"Ever since the necromancers sent by the Ron brothers entered the Exorcism Dead Zone, those damned living metals seem to have quieted down quite a bit."

They are unlikely to expand their territory anytime soon.

The Khan's voice came from behind, and the Primarch, clad in white gilded armor, hurried along.

His voice was so resolute, yet it contained a hint of anxiety.

"You've received the news too, right? There's a problem with the solar system."

Leon turned around, his eyes filled with worry, his face showing even more wrinkles. "That's right, the Ron brothers' psionic message: Chaos's goal is Father's throne, and that bastard Horus is back."

The Khan took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, "This time I'm going to kill that guy with my own hands and cut off his head!"

He had personally experienced the siege of Terra, and his hatred for Horus was no less than anyone else's.

"Yes, Horus."

Leon's gaze suddenly turned stern, like a lion encountering its prey, with a hint of anger rising within it.

He still remembered that ten thousand years ago, when he rushed to Terra's aid, he and Sangilius split up to attack Horus's army, which ultimately led to his Primarch brother's death at Horus's hands.

The lion was filled with regret; he shouldn't have let Saint Gilles fight alone, and perhaps his brother wouldn't have been in such a perilous situation.

Horus, the heretic traitor, was resurrected by the evil god in a hateful manner and attempted to challenge the Golden Throne, wanting to destroy the Throne World.

This time, he will avenge Saint Gilles, the suffering of his father, and humanity!
Leon and Khan exchanged a glance, their expressions extremely solemn. They knew that the opponent was a formidable foe, the one who had severely injured their father.

Even so, they still had to draw their swords and fight.

Even at the cost of my life, I will slay him beneath the throne!
bang——

At that moment, a figure crashed down beside the two, causing the steel floor to vibrate and hum.

This is enough to prove how powerful the opponent is.

The newcomer was also a Primarch, taller than Leon and Khan. He had short hair, bulging muscles, and was covered in sweat, looking like a warrior who had clearly undergone rigorous training.

That was Young Angron, the Primarch of this clone who had grown up and mastered superb skills under the tutelage of several Primarchs.

Out of habit, they still called the newborn Primarch Angron, rather than any other name.

"Father... Father is calling us! When can we set off?!"

Angron seemed to have rushed over in the middle of training; he was still slightly out of breath as he spoke.

He desperately wanted to support his adoptive father, Ron Grant, the savior and emperor of the empire.

The Golden Throne is in grave danger, and his adopted son must step forward to help his father protect the Holy Terra!

“Little guy, let’s set off now.” Leon turned to look at Angron, a hint of pride in his eyes.

He personally taught the other person swordsmanship, imparting all his knowledge, and the little guy learned very quickly, almost on par with him.

Behind the lion, more and more points of light gradually lit up, densely packed like stars in the void.

Those were the lights emanating from the warships; a large, elite imperial fleet was assembling.

At the very front of the fleet was a Glory Queen-class warship, its lion emblem shining brightly.

That was his flagship—the Unyielding Truth. The Dark Angel Legion had assembled its most elite fleet to support Holy Terra!
Whoosh whoosh—

At this moment, the void fluctuated again, and a white-painted ship crashed out of the warp and appeared on the other side of the fortress.

That was the elite fleet of the White Scar Legion.

Leon and the Khan both dispatched as many elite troops as possible to accompany them to Holy Terra.

This is the fastest speed.

hum~
Behind Leon, a spatial rift opened up, and towering trees could be faintly seen within.

Afterwards, he led the Khan and Angron into the forest and quickly arrived at his flagship.

This lion has become adept at using its inherent power.

In fact, not long ago, Leon had attempted to use his essential powers to reach the Holy Terra directly through the jungles of Caliban.

However, his attempt failed.

Some force has interfered with the teleportation, and even demons have infiltrated the jungle, making it extremely dangerous.

Bridge of the Indomitable Truth.

Leon stood before the observation dome, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminating his face, making the atmosphere even more tense.

The solar system is now shrouded in darkness, making normal methods of warp jumps or teleportation impossible.

The only saving grace is that the Empire's support fleet can still reach Holy Terra via the network, so they are not completely helpless.

If the Savior hadn't invested massive resources to repair that network node, Holy Terra and the Father's throne would likely have been plunged into endless darkness.

The Empire's support fleet can now first reach the star cluster at the edge of the solar system, and then use the network to enter the interior of the solar system, thus avoiding interference from the Chaos Gods.

Gradually, one warship after another closed their decks, and even the armor in front of Leon slowly fell down.

His figure was plunged into darkness.

"Hopefully we can get there in time..." The lion's voice was barely audible, filled with deep worry.

……

subspace.

The turbulent vortex region.

The Eternal Soul rose and fell amidst the surging chaotic tides.

It's like a small fishing boat on a vast ocean, experiencing a tsunami and a storm.

There is a constant risk of it capsizing.

If it were any other imperial ship, it would probably have disintegrated and been completely destroyed by the pounding of the tides.

Fortunately, the Eternal Soul is special and resilient enough to continue moving in its intended direction.

"Damn it, I'm getting seasick from all the rocking."

Ron steadied himself in the swaying bridge and couldn't help but complain.

From the observation window beside him, one could see chaotic tides like ocean waves, sweeping away chaotic life.

"Machine Goddess, how much longer until we reach the solar system?" Guilliman asked anxiously.

He was very worried about the throne and wished he could arrive there immediately.

"Based on the information gathered by the Eternal Soul, we have a 95% chance of escaping the subspace and reaching the solar system within nine days."

Xiao Ling said this.

Her voice sounded strained, even crackling with electronic noise; maintaining this special ship in subspace was no easy task.

Now they can only rely on the navigation capabilities of this special void ship to return to the solar system more quickly.

"Nine days... this timing isn't good," Ron frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

But seeing Guilliman's sour face, he couldn't help but comfort him, "Brother, it's not a big problem, as long as it's not nine hours."

This good brother himself might be late, but with his savior, who goes through all sorts of mystical rituals, how could he possibly be late?!

Ron regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.

He seemed to have touched a raw nerve, and the good friend's face turned even worse; he looked like he was about to break down.

More importantly, the moment Ron spoke, he sensed a thick aura of darkness, as if something was approaching.

The uneasy premonition in my heart instantly surged.

He looked up suddenly, and his head tingled. It looked like... the Soul of Vengeance?

Ron swallowed hard and turned to look at his good buddy beside him:

"Old Gai, am I seeing things? There are several Vengeance Souls here!"

(End of this chapter)