Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 762 Horus: False Emperor, I'm back! Burn, galaxy!

Drop drop!
However, before Ron could get a reply from Guilliman, his attention was drawn to a sudden alarm.

The ship's radar had clearly detected a severe threat.

Three large, red ship logos were projected onto the virtual sandbox, so glaringly obvious.

Without a doubt, the three ships he had just seen were physical entities, and what was even more bizarre was that they were all exactly the same.

They encountered three Vengeance Souls, and the enemy ships were hostile; their fire control systems had already locked onto the Eternal Soul!
The bizarre scene before them was so incomprehensible, but this was subspace, where anything could happen.

This may be the way the Chaos Gods deal with themselves.

"It's alright, it's not a big problem, the Eternal Soul can hold out..." Ron took a deep breath and said.

hum~
Upon detecting the threat, the Eternal Soul immediately raised several layers of void shields and several special force fields.

This ship from the dark age of technology extensively utilizes technology from humanity's golden age; everything from the hull to the core is original.

Unlike its flagship, the Dream, which was assembled from parts.

It is extremely powerful and resilient; otherwise, it could not have drifted in the warp for tens of thousands of years.

It even traversed time within the turbulence of subspace.

According to previous Imperial records, when the Eternal Soul was trying to escape, it encountered a large Imperial fleet, not only escaping unscathed but also destroying several battleships.

From this perspective, it should have no problem dealing with three Vengeance Souls; at least if it can't win, it can escape.

However, before Ron could even breathe a sigh of relief, a new anomaly occurred, making his heart leap into his throat again.

In the chaotic void, the three Vengeance Souls began to split again, and their numbers continued to increase!

“Father, I have detected a new physical signal.”

Those signal fluctuations are exactly the same as the recorded signal codes of the Vengeful Spirit, which means they are all from the Vengeful Spirit!
There are currently 6 signals... not 12, and their numbers are still increasing!

Xiao Ling had lost her previous cute demeanor, and her tone was extremely serious; she couldn't understand what was going on.

All the signals and fluctuations received by this mechanical goddess conveyed one message—

The ships ahead are real and capable of attacking the Eternal Soul.

Her technical skills and discernment were simply insufficient to disprove it.

"You don't need to doubt it anymore, they all really exist, just in different times and spaces."

Or perhaps, the Vengeful Spirits from different timelines simultaneously appeared at a single regional node.

Ron's understanding of the warp was more profound than Xiaoling's, and he answered her questions to prevent her from getting stuck in a logical dead end.

This would affect her control over the special ship.

At this point, the sensor supervisor was still continuously projecting sensor data onto the virtual sandbox. There were already 30 signals, and the number was constantly changing.

New data signals appear every second, increasing exponentially.

The Vengeance Souls were all scattered in the fan-shaped area in front.

Some of them are on the edge, some are deep in the void, they are just randomly distributed, floating aimlessly, and full of threats.

While Ron was talking to Xiaoling, there were already 90 Vengeance Souls, then 180, then 360, all of which were the Empire's top warships - the Glory Queen-class ships.

This created terrible pressure!

In just a few breaths, the Vengeful Spirits emerged like starlight, multiplying and multiplying, slowly filling the entire area and forming a constantly branching formation.

Three thousand, six thousand, nine...

They filled the void, layer upon layer, surrounding all the airspace surrounding the Eternal Soul and extending into the depths of the void.

These identical Vengeance Souls, Horus's monstrous flagships, are now everywhere!
"Hiss~
Copy and paste, huh?!

Ron stared at all this, gasped, and lost his previous confidence.

Any galactic life form that has been swarmed by thousands of Glory Queen-class battleships would feel immense pressure and despair.

"Old Ji, why aren't you saying anything? You've encountered this situation before, right? How did you solve it back then?"

Ron remembered something and asked, noting that his good friend had stopped talking since the beginning.

He remembered that Guilliman's support fleet had also been copied, pasted, refreshed, and overwhelmed by the Vengeance Soul.

This time it was much more dangerous, however, as Guilliman had a super-large fleet consisting of more than 3,000 capital warships, as well as many more cargo ships and war engine transport ships.

But this time, I was all alone on a single ship.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Ron received no response, so he turned his gaze and attention away from the virtual sandbox and the void outside, and looked at Guilliman.

That good friend didn't seem to be in good condition. His body was trembling slightly, his face was pale, and he was leaning against the wall, panting slightly.

He seemed to be under some kind of stress and had fallen into a state of self-isolation.

“No…” Guilliman looked at the densely packed Soul of Vengeance ships outside the dome, and painful memories from ten thousand years ago resurfaced in his mind.

That was one of the most painful and desperate experiences of his life; he felt utterly powerless.

When Guilliman received news that his father, the emperor, was still alive, he immediately abandoned the Second Reich and launched a new counter-offensive.

He led 100,000 Ultra Warriors and more than 3,000 main warships to rush to the aid of Terra!
Under the leadership of this Lord of Altera, the counter-offensive to aid Terra was a resounding success.

He swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, crushing all the rebel defenses and charging straight towards Terra.
Soon, Guilliman contacted Terra's command center, relaying his act of loyalty to his father and confidently telling them—

Nine hours!

The Lord of Altera's support fleet will arrive in Terra in nine hours, reversing the precarious situation!

However, when Guilliman arrived in the airspace near the solar system with great fanfare, he intended to purge the heretical rebels of Terra.

But before he could do anything, he plunged headlong into the warp trap constructed by Horus and the gods.

The Lord of Altera was completely dumbfounded.

He was trapped in a reality he could never reach, facing thousands of Souls of Vengeance.

The support fleet not only failed to break through the encirclement, but also suffered heavy losses!

Guilliman had just made a boast to the Emperor, but his fleet was stuck in that warp turbulence trap, and he was extremely anxious.

Terra, so close yet seemingly forever out of reach.

Time is slipping away, little by little—days, months, a year, or even longer?
By the time Guilliman's support fleet finally emerged from the turbulent area, the war was already over.

Because of his lateness, his father, the emperor, was forced to fight Horus in the midst of the encirclement, and was eventually mortally wounded and fell, becoming a tormented skeleton on the golden throne.

"I betrayed my father's trust, messed everything up, and plunged the human empire into darkness..."

Over the years, Guilliman has never forgotten this unforgivable mistake and has felt deep remorse and shame from time to time.

Therefore, after his return, he almost burned his life to save the empire and deal with endless political affairs.

In a sense, that is also a form of atonement.

Fortunately, after the savior appeared and took over the burden of the empire, Guilliman slowly emerged from his previous regret and exhaustion.

A smile gradually appeared on his face.

But now, the Emperor, his father, is facing another crisis as the Holy Terra is besieged by Horus's traitor and the Chaos Gods.

Precarious.

More importantly, on his way back to provide aid, he encountered the nightmare that had once driven him to despair again, and was once again surrounded by the Soul of Vengeance.

It seems like yesterday.

"Can I... still make it back to Terra to save my father?" Guilliman's voice trembled slightly as he fell into self-doubt.

He was afraid that he would repeat the same mistake, leaving that father to fight alone, and this time he might lose him forever!

The void before him was a dark blank, devoid of any markers, except for the Spirit of Vengeance.

The chaotic energy and non-material vortexes reached an abhorrent state, deconstructing real space and plunging three-dimensional physics into complete collapse.

This space has been completely corrupted and has stagnated, with no way out in sight!
"This is troublesome. Could it be that Old Ji's unlucky lateness aura is affecting us?"

Ron also sensed the chaotic, collapsing space around him, where any warp travel would be ineffective.

They will most likely end up in one recurring space after another filled with vengeful spirits, trapped in an endless labyrinthine loop, only to be utterly crushed by the vengeful spirits.

"If I temporarily throw Lao Ji out and then have the opportunity to rescue him later, would that end the current vicious cycle of 'always being on the road to support'?"
He won't be mad at me, will he?

Looking at Guilliman, who was in a state of withdrawal, Ron suddenly had this idea.

After all, it's really hard to say about metaphysics.

???

Guilliman, who was in a state of autism, noticed the gaze of the Savior Brothers.

He slowly raised his head and looked in their direction; their eyes met. Seriously, bro?!

Guilliman's lips trembled slightly as he realized something, his eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.

He seemed to have guessed the savior's thoughts, and his heart was filled with immense turmoil.

Ron gave his good friend a serious look, conveying his meaning—

That's the kind of brother we're talking about!
Guilliman hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes in pain, and then slowly nodded.

He reluctantly agreed to the savior's plan.

Although he was unable to support Terra this time, at least the Ron brothers could go back and take charge.

For humanity, for his father, Guilliman was willing to jump back into the warp turbulence, even if it meant spending another few hundred or a thousand years in the warp!
But the next moment, he was patted on the shoulder.

“Brother, I was just joking. We’ll go back together.” Ron approached Guilliman and forced a gentle smile.

He had considered it; in this situation, throwing Guilliman out would not be of much use and would only cause the Empire to lose an important fighting force for nothing.

Moreover, the target of the Chaos Gods' pursuit and interception is probably themselves.

"So, brother, can you tell me how you dealt with the Vengeful Spirits' encirclement back then?"

Ron, seeing that his good brother was in a much better mood, asked.

Guilliman let out a soft breath, frowned, and shook his head:
“I failed to solve the problem; it was my father who, after defeating Horus, rekindled the Star Torch.”

In short, the Emperor destroyed the "unreachable" warp vortex trap by killing Horus, and then guided Guilliman's support fleet back by igniting the Star Torch.

The problem is that the Emperor hasn't made any move; he's probably still asleep. Now, they'll have to solve this problem themselves.

"Brother, can you break this trap?" Guilliman looked at the savior before him, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. This brother, like his father, possessed powerful warp powers.

“At least it’s not an unbreakable trap,” Ron said, feeling a little more confident.

If even the Emperor could handle it, then perhaps I, the savior, could too.

Boom boom boom——

As they spoke, four or five Vengeance Souls fired their cannons in this direction. The abominable beams of light and torpedoes rained down, causing the Eternal Soul's shields to shake violently.

The entire ship was overloaded and swayed precariously during the bombing.

In just one round of attacks, cracks appeared in the outer shield of the ship. If nothing is done soon, the ship will most likely be destroyed!

Ron stood before the observation dome, gazing at the countless Soul of Vengeance ships filling the void.

He sensed the intense malice and mockery behind the trap, and could even vaguely see four distorted, enormous phantoms of evil gods.

The chaotic gods were watching this scene, mocking and humiliating their savior.

They believed they could not escape this trap and could only watch helplessly as the throne fell, just like Guilliman ten thousand years ago.

As the Chaos Gods mocked, the Chaos Tide surged ever more violently, crashing against the pitiful ship.

Meanwhile, more Vengeance Souls approached the area and opened fire on it with all their might.

Thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of shipborne guns bombarded from different spaces simultaneously, filling all the field of vision.

It’s chilling!

Snapped--

The radar of the Eternal Soul burned out due to overload, and even the Mechanic was temporarily thrown into a state of logical confusion.

"This is probably our last chance."

An aura of despair washed over them, and even Guilliman couldn't help but hold his breath, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by the claws of hatred.

He knew that if this attack hit, the Eternal Soul would be completely destroyed.

Even if he and his savior brother survived, they would fall into an unknown vortex of turbulence, making it impossible for them to reach the Holy Terra!
Ron remained calm in the face of all this.

From the very beginning, I have been using Hope Sun to analyze the structure of this trap and the evil energy circuit.

As Guilliman looked on expectantly, the savior suddenly raised his hands and unleashed psychic energy, a sight that was so reassuring.

But he was quickly stunned. The guy... just raised two shiny middle fingers towards the air.

But the next moment, two golden hands appeared in the void, raising their middle fingers to the other side of the void, triggering an even more violent reaction from the chaotic tide, with countless demons surging in with the waves.

The Chaos Gods are enraged!

However, Ron was completely unfazed, brazenly provoking the gods with his words brimming with confidence:

"Ugly fools, don't forget that I am... the King of Imitation in the Warp!"

As he spoke, he activated the evil energy circuit of the Hope Sun Mountain stronghold with all his might, applying spiritual energy to the vortex trap area.

New modifications were made to it.

In an instant, the area where the Eternal Soul was located also began to shake.

Then, this ship from the dark age of technology split apart under the hateful gazes of many, and the speed at which it split apart became faster and faster!

Each of the Eternal Souls that split off merged with the space where the Vengeful Soul was located, forming a one-to-one relationship, making it impossible for the artillery fire to break through the defenses.

The savior used the traps and evil energy constructed by the Chaos Gods to create new chaotic traps in reverse to counteract them, saving time and effort.

"Brother, why are there so many people? I feel like throwing up."

vomit!"

All the molecules in Guilliman's body were vibrating, as if he were drunk and disoriented.

He felt as if countless versions of himself existed simultaneously, but none of them were real.

“The old base station is stable now. I will take you back to the solar system just like your father did before!” Ron patted Guilliman on the shoulder with a gentle smile.

Once he successfully used the hope that the sun would influence the area, he knew he had it in the bag!

The Chaos Gods had used most of their evil power and authority on digging, so they could no longer project their power in this direction to stop themselves.

hum~
A faint golden light shone into the area, forming a golden passage, with light walls full of runes on both sides, blocking the surging waves.

Then, to Guilliman's astonishment, the Eternal Soul slowly entered the passage.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden light around them finally faded.

Ron sat down, supporting his lower back, feeling slightly exhausted. Dealing with the traps set by the Chaos Gods was also quite strenuous.

Fortunately, his hope, the sun, possessed the power to devour, allowing him to temporarily nibble on the sacred sun a few times to restore some of his strength.

"We've returned to the galaxy." Guilliman looked at the dazzling stars and couldn't help but smile.

After that, the Eternal Soul made no stop and immediately headed for the nearest network node.

Inside the bridge.

"Xiaoling, how far are we from the solar system? Can we arrive within the scheduled time?"
And... immediately re-establish communications within the solar system; I need to know the situation there!

Ron took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse.

“Father, we are a little late, about one or two Terra days later than expected.”

According to the last distress signal sent, the solar system is under siege by chaos, and a large fleet has failed to arrive on time due to the influence of subspace tides!

The mechanical goddess Xiaoling searched for signal fluctuations, her voice filled with tension, on the verge of tears.

She was worried about her grandfather, the Emperor.

Ron swallowed hard, feeling a bit numb: "Now we can only hope that Dorn can hold off Horus and the other corrupted Primarchs until reinforcements arrive."

I wonder if my third brother can hold on?
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The center of the empire, the solar system.

Looking down from the stars, the once brilliant and shining solar system is shrouded in a thick black curtain, and no one knows what is happening inside.

The empire's star has been extinguished.

Inside the solar system, subspace energy surged in like a tidal wave, and countless colorful cracks divided the center of this empire.

By isolating it from the defenses of other regions, Holy Terra and several surrounding planets became an isolated city.

dong dong dong-

Amidst the ruins of the collapsed space fortress, a terrifying figure in black armor strode forward, human blood flowing from its claws.

Horus casually tossed aside the corpse of the high-ranking Imperial warrior and looked toward the distant Holy Terra.

His face looked so ferocious under the red light:

“My father, false emperor, the son you betrayed has returned.”

This time, no one can stop my burning rage for revenge.

The galaxy will burn again!

(End of this chapter)