Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 763 Horus: Savior, you little brat, let me see what you're made of!

Under the firelight, Horus's demonic body, wreathed in fel energy, appeared even more intimidating and eye-catching.

He has gathered the unreserved evil power of the Chaos Gods, making him even more powerful than he was ten thousand years ago.

"traitor!"

The company commander of the Holy Blood Angels Legion crawled out of the ruins, his eyes red as he roared at the Chaos Warmaster, his heart filled with boundless hatred.

He ignited his power sword and lunged forward, attempting a final desperate attack.

The company commander knew he was going to die there.

Even if they were to be shattered to pieces, the descendants of Saint Gilles would leave scars on their enemies!

"Saint Gilles was just as overconfident back then." Horus looked at the red-armored warrior rushing towards him, seemingly recalling something.

He paid no attention to the attack, or rather, he just found it a little annoying, like a person encountering a buzzing mosquito.

Bang!
The ferocious Worldbreaker's wolf-tooth giant hammer moved so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and crashed down, smashing the head of the Holy Blood Angel Company Commander along with half of his body.

His raised hand fell limply to the ground, and his power sword dropped to the floor. He was dead.

The illustrious commander of the Holy Blood Angels died without ever touching Horus's clothes or even witnessing the attack.

The two are no longer beings of the same dimension; the other's power, enhanced by the Chaos God, far surpasses that of any Primarch.

Infinitely approaching another level.

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The sound of a massive metal object weighing tens of millions of tons violently rubbing against the air was heard, creating a low-frequency pressure like a moving mountain. The metal shell and the turbulent air squeezed against each other, producing a clanging sound.

Horus looked up and saw a massive metal beast, burning from friction, hurtling down towards him from the sky, pressing down relentlessly.

That was the warship of the Holy Blood Angels.

Driven to desperation by the endless darkness, it resolutely launched a suicide attack on the fortress.

The intention was to cripple Horus and his evil army, and delay their advance on Holy Terra.

This is the final act of loyalty.

"For the Emperor and Saint Gilles!"

"Kill! Do not betray the Holy Blood!"

A resolute battle cry rang out from the communication channels and sound generators of the Holy Blood Angel warship.

Then it unleashed its final shipboard artillery barrage, with torpedoes and light spears hurtling toward Horus's location at close range, radiating a deadly threat.

"Ah, what a pathetic attack, like a moth drawn to a burning flame."

"You false emperor on the throne, you hypocrite, did you see this scene?"

Horus stared menacingly at the incoming artillery fire, feeling the intense heat of the light spears and the terrifying, restless energy surging within the torpedoes.

Those are whirlwind torpedoes.

However, such a lowly attack could not affect the future Dark Emperor, nor was it worthy of any vigilance.

As Horus watched, a distorted fel-powered canopy formed in the sky.

All of the ship's attacks were like hitting an indestructible wall, and the sparks from the explosions were swallowed up and extinguished by chaotic energy.

The solar system is now deeply connected to the chaotic subspace, and this Dark Emperor has gained unstoppable power.

It is virtually immune to most physical attacks.

As the shadows loomed over, the air, compressed by the warship, whipped up a fierce wind and pressed down, sending dust and debris ripples outwards.

Horus faced the massive, burning metal ship hurtling down from the sky and gently raised the Worldbreaker in his hand.

In an instant, a terrifying crimson ray struck from afar, sweeping fiercely across the Blood Angels warship that was launching a suicidal dive attack.

That was a terrifying attack launched by Xinlonglinxing, powerful enough to destroy any imperial warship.

Unstoppable.

Today, this planetary-sized chaotic fortress sits at the boundary between the warp and the galaxy, its shadow expanding infinitely under the influence of chaotic energy.

It seemed to envelop the entire solar system, dimming the stars.

It is also Horus's stronghold, the core fortress of the Chaos forces' attack on the solar system, and contains the Shadow Light artifact capable of sealing the Emperor's power.

The appearance of the new dragon starlight in the solar system infinitely interfered with the power of the sacred sun, causing the chaos of the subspace to recklessly erode the central region of this empire.

Boom!

The moment the terrifying crimson ray swept across, the armor of the Holy Blood Angel warship melted away in milliseconds, sliced ​​diagonally in two by the beam.

The battleship disintegrated under the terrifying attack, followed by a chain of explosions, and was completely reduced to burning wreckage in the void.

At this point, Horus had already turned away, no longer paying attention to the situation in the airspace, as if casually swatting a presumptuous insect.

The airspace behind him was already a crimson ocean.

All the Imperial warships were destroyed, their wreckage stretching to the horizon, and the void was ablaze.

"False Emperor, your army is still as vulnerable as it was ten thousand years ago. It's a pity you can no longer get up and stop me."

Horus sneered.

Whether it was ten thousand years ago or now, he has always commanded the empire's strongest armed forces. Even the empire itself was built up bit by bit by him and his former brothers.

And that emperor, that monarch who betrayed everyone, after gaining everything, fantasized about abandoning all his sons as if they were tools.

The resurrected Shadowmoon Wolf, the Dark Emperor, has decided to crush all of the Emperor's hopes.

To plunge the other person into endless pain and regret!
"His Majesty."

Irebas stepped forward, a sly glint flashing in his eyes before he quickly concealed it and said quite seriously:
"This is merely the Empire's support force, not the core armed forces of the Savior. Perhaps we should be more cautious in dealing with this war."

Ok?
Horus turned and glanced at the Dark Apostle, the Hand of Fate, his gaze so cold that the man couldn't help but take a step back.

In addition to the scar left by the savior, Iribus now has a new one on his face.

The two scars were so glaring, like marks of humiliation.

The new scar was left by Horus, who, after regaining consciousness, taught this ignorant fellow a lesson.

Let this cunning clown know who the real master is.

Faced with Horus's cold gaze, Erebas trembled and couldn't help but lower his head in humiliation.

He was terrified, knowing he could no longer control the increasingly powerful and conscious Dark Emperor.

Horus shook his head, his tone filled with serious displeasure:
"I just feel ashamed that you were suppressed by that so-called savior, that brat, while I was away."

How pathetic!

For centuries, the Primarchs and High Beings of the former Rebellion Legion, such as Mortalian, Magnus, Fugen, Angron, and Eribus, have been suppressed and mocked by the newly emerged Saviors.

There is almost no power to fight back.

He found this utterly absurd and shameful—had all those years of fighting been for nothing?!
Even this former war commander and newly crowned dark emperor was too embarrassed to talk about this; he was practically calling everyone present trash.

Eribus took a deep breath and remained silent. In the distance, Mortalian and the dozen or so resurrected Fallen Primarchs, breathing heavily, also remained silent. They could not refute this.

This proved Horus's authority. After his resurrection, he had a fierce negotiation with his brothers, thus completely establishing his absolute position.

He possesses a more intimidating and charismatic presence than he did 10,000 years ago.

In fact, this was something that this former Imperial War General was good at; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to incite half of the Imperial Army to rebel against the Emperor.

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In the chaotic void, Horus's words caused the phantoms of the Chaos Gods to tremble slightly, revealing a hint of anger.

They felt a little uncomfortable, as if they had been implicated by that chosen one of God?
In any case, they were somewhat wary of the existence of the savior, and even went to great lengths to lure him out of the solar system.

The words of that chosen one inadvertently pierced the hearts of the Chaos Gods.

Even so, the Chaos Gods still favored Horus, showing no displeasure and allowing him to continue to possess a clear consciousness.

Those were essential elements for winning this war; they needed a capable proxy to split the empire.

The Chaos Gods have learned their lesson this time.

Ten thousand years ago, they corrupted Horus's mind, eventually turning him into a mad puppet, which caused numerous problems.

This also gave the emperor a chance to breathe, allowing him to gather even greater power by leveraging the sheer number of humans.

From a certain perspective, the reproductive capacity of the human race is even more astonishing than that of insects beyond the Milky Way; their numbers are unimaginable, and they are also the most delicious cake of faith.

So tempting.

They were eager to win this war, to remove the threat of the emperor, so that they could enjoy this delicious faith.

Everything is within reach.

Horus now possesses a clear mind, giving them whatever they desire, and can command all the Chaos armies and evil forces; even the Chaos Archdemons must obey his commands.

Powerful.

The chosen one's military capabilities were no less than those of the emperor, making him the number one person after the emperor.

As for whether the other side will lose control and rebel against their will in the future, the gods do not care.

Without the threat of the Emperor, no being in the galaxy or the warp can defy them!
Horus did not disappoint the Chaos Gods' investment and expectations. As soon as he arrived in the Milky Way, he manipulated the power of chaos to split the entire solar system, turning many regions into isolated cities.

Terra, in particular, is in a completely isolated and helpless situation.

Apart from a small number of Imperial reinforcements, the rest of the Imperial forces were either delayed or blocked outside the solar system.

The advantage is definitely in my hands!
"Ah, those prisoners of the warp, so eager."

Horus sensed the fluctuations of the Chaos Gods and sneered inwardly.

He willingly accepted their power, for one purpose only—

revenge.

He wanted to storm the throne, use the shadow light to pull the bones of his father, the false emperor, off the throne, and listen to his repentance.

"It's a pity the savior isn't in the solar system, otherwise we could have dealt with that so-called emperor as well."

Horus felt a little sorry, but that was all; he did not consider the savior his opponent.

He had only one opponent, the Emperor, but the Emperor was now just a skeleton on the throne.

As for the Primarchs of the Empire such as Guilliman, Leon, and Roger Dorn, they pose little threat, something that was proven ten thousand years ago.

It could be said that after the emperor fell, Horus saw everyone as nothing more than a target to be sold, and no one to be feared.

“Carlos, I need a more detailed map of the solar system’s military deployment.”

Horus's eyes, filled with twisted fel energy, received some information—intelligence about the defensive lines surrounding Holy Terra.

But that was too vague.

He was somewhat dissatisfied and issued new instructions to the chief demon of the Lord of Myriad Changes.

Although this Dark Emperor looks down on the loyalists of the Empire, such as the Savior, it doesn't mean he will be arrogant or complacent, or underestimate his enemies.

This led to a mistake.

Horus was determined to devote all his strength to breaking through all the defenses of Holy Terra in an overwhelming manner, and then enter the throne room of the palace.

To intimidate the entire human empire.

They don't want to make any mistakes, or get bogged down in a tug-of-war like it did ten thousand years ago.

"I apologize, our Dark Emperor's vision has been obstructed by the cursed one and the savior's black stone machinery."

Carlos's two heads were talking at the same time, undermining each other:

"Perhaps we won't be able to obtain any more intelligence, you can choose to believe this."

Of course, this could be false intelligence; the saviors may be hiding far more military power that we know nothing about.

No, what we see is the truth; that pitiful defensive force is nothing to fear.

Horus did not respond, silently cutting off the communication link. These chaotic beings were no different from madmen, lacking much normal thought.

He roughly understood why his resistance army had failed and squandered a promising situation after he became a puppet.

How can you possibly win a good battle when you're surrounded by these insects?
Fortunately, I regained my normal thinking this time and was able to control everything, so I won't fall into such a miserable state again.

Horus then contacted his Chaos pilots to use dark machines to conduct a new scan and exploration of the solar system.

This time, we obtained significantly more information, but it was still vague, as if an invisible barrier was hindering our detection.

"It seems that the savior and emperor of the empire has put a lot of effort into the defenses of the solar system, making them much stronger than they were ten thousand years ago."

Horus thought so.

This was somewhat unexpected for him; it seemed the savior did indeed possess some power, and was not merely an ordinary person.

However, this level of defensive line is not enough to stop the power he currently possesses.

At least in Horus's view, the current defenses are still somewhat crude, with too many fatal weaknesses.

He quickly absorbed all the defense maps and intelligence of the solar system and projected a virtual map of the entire solar system into mid-air.

The map formed by the evil energy marked red dots, areas that needed to be breached, and the corresponding military attack routes.

Each route was designed to target the weakest point in the solar system's defenses, and a meticulous attack plan was devised.

"This is a war, not a senseless killing."

Horus's gaze was incredibly clear, yet contained boundless majesty.

His chaotic army will cut into the arteries of the solar system's defenses with the precision of a scalpel.

That would be deadly pain, helpless wailing.

The starry sea will burn to ashes, and blood will flow across the skies of Terra!
Within the Dark Emperor's sight, one outer space fortress after another fell, and the dark, chaotic fleet, like an evil behemoth, pounced on the defenses of Holy Terra.

Drop pods and demons swarmed across the sky like insects, falling from the sea of ​​stars toward the defensive lines.

(End of this chapter)