Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 764 Horus: Ha, the Savior's defenses are no match for a million Space Marines!
"130 hour."

Horus gazed at the map of the solar system in mid-air and spoke calmly, seemingly with a hidden meaning.

He was assessing the course of the war and came to this conclusion—

In a maximum of 130 hours, the Chaos army under his command as the Dark Emperor will be able to tear apart the last orbital lines and completely invade Terra.

That was an inevitable outcome.

The Chaos Gods constructed a massive subspace tunnel, transporting the new Dragon Forest planet into the interior of the solar system, creating a tremendous advantage.

This is equivalent to the chaotic army directly bypassing the combined Neptune-Uranus defense line, the Saturn defense line, and the Jupiter defense line on the outer edge of the solar system.

Horus did not need to expend resources to advance gradually as he had ten thousand years ago; he directly reached Terra's distant airspace. They were only faced with three lines of defense platforms between Mercury, Venus, and Mars.

In this way, they can reduce their troop consumption by more than half.

"False Emperor, your empire has never prospered, and I'm afraid you'll never have another chance."

The Dark Emperor looked at the images projected back from the front lines and couldn't help but sneer.

Those defensive platforms on the outskirts of Mars were so familiar, not much different from ten thousand years ago, and even more dilapidated.

It seems the empire lacks the resources, time, and energy to build new defensive platforms and lines of defense; it can only make repairs and patch things up.

Normally, these defensive platforms would be rebuilt or adjusted, but the Empire did not do so, and even the repair work was extremely perfunctory.

"How weak is he?"

Horus thought to himself, feeling rather bored; the Empire's defenses seemed weaker than he had imagined.

Perhaps the savior was merely a figurehead and did not take the defense of the solar system seriously, or perhaps his reign was too short and he did not have time to do so.

A hundred years is too short. There isn’t even enough time to resolve the internal conflicts within the empire, let alone build a large-scale defensive platform line.
Regardless, this is a fatal weakness.

Ten thousand years ago, Horus personally breached that defensive platform line.

Now, leading a larger force, he finds the line of fire somewhat pathetic.

That pile of scrap metal was no match for the attacks of chaos, offering no enjoyment whatsoever.

Susu~
Before Horus, vines covered in pus grew and then coiled into a figure with moth wings.

That's Mortalian.

His voice was so deep and muffled, as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat: "I have reached the designated position. Shall we launch the attack?"

This Lord of Death, the darling of the plague, was somewhat aloof, but according to the oracle of the merciful father, he had to obey Horus's commands.

However, the other party does have the ability to command him, and previously suppressed other Fallen Primarchs, including him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have reported in this way and waited for instructions.

“Motalian, I’ll give you seven hours to destroy the Martian blockade, then join forces with Magnus to attack the lunar defenses.”

Horus then gave the order to attack.

"As you wish, the plague will overwhelm those defense platforms, and even steel will become a breeding ground for corruption..."

The vine-like figure of the Death Lord slowly nodded, then withered and turned to ashes, ending the communication.

After that, more information came from other Primarchs, indicating that the Empire's defenses were crumbling.

Magnus initiated a mysterious ritual that caused the comet to form a massive subspace rift, piercing the psionic boundary of deep space orbit and destroying several special veil fortresses.

Those unknown, quietly guarding fortresses of Terra were swallowed up by darkness in silence.

The psionicists among them transformed into twisted spirits, eternally wailing at the boundary of the veil.

Meanwhile, the blissful mist formed by Fugen continues to surge towards the outskirts of Venus and Terra, and the frenzied music is corrupting people's minds.

As for the other corrupted protoss, they also launched attacks one after another. Derelict spaceships unleashed fierce firestorms over the relevant areas, and a large number of virus-infected codes were rendering many systems unusable.

Calamities in the warp appeared one after another, capsizing Imperial ships and summoning hordes of demons in the affected areas.

Those abominable warp creatures with sharp teeth and claws mercilessly tore human bodies apart, especially those cargo ships that couldn't escape in time, which suffered a brutal massacre.

Faced with such a terrifying offensive, let alone cargo ships, even the empire's proud warships and space steel behemoths were nothing more than common soldiers.

It will be destroyed in an instant.

Those support fleets that had come from afar but were unfortunately separated and blocked by the subspace rift, and were unable to retreat into the defense platform in time, turned into fireworks in space under the corrosion and attack of chaos.

The cries of the people echoed simultaneously in the galactic reality and the subspace, so mournful and desolate.

"You may have heard the pain, but what can you do about it?" Horus stared into the void, as if speaking to someone.

He could feel all of this, and he could even sense the anger emanating from the golden throne, along with more complex emotions.

In a daze, a golden, extremely weak figure slowly coalesced, and the golden figure uttered a voice, each word uttered with great difficulty.

He was heartbroken.

The phantom of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, looked at the loathsome fallen Primarch before him, his voice trembling with regret and a trace of concern:

"Horus, my son, stop this! We and mankind should not bear such a fate."

Golden tears streamed down his face as he murmured to himself, as if blaming himself:

"My mistake led to your betrayal, bringing my most trusted son to this point."

Perhaps I should have shown you more care instead of ignoring you, which led to a rift and hatred growing in our hearts…

Horus looked at the familiar golden figure before him and recalled the moment he first met the Emperor.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

The Dark Emperor's expression didn't change much; he raised his hand and wiped away the few remaining tears with his fingers.

"Have you finally repented?" Horus revealed his signature cold smile, his face growing increasingly ferocious.
"Do you think I would accept your hypocritical apology, return to your side, and continue to be manipulated by you?"
This affected and pretentious attitude is disgusting and only makes me despise your existence more.

You are unworthy to be crowned emperor, unworthy to be the ruler of mankind!

Horus stared at the phantom of the Emperor, meeting his gaze.

Whether it was ten thousand years ago or now, he had no fear of this so-called emperor or father.

The Emperor's pathetic majesty could only frighten the weak Primarch children; it had no effect whatsoever on this Dark Emperor.

It's just a skeleton pretending to be a ghost, what can it do?
Suddenly, the emperor's phantom changed its appearance.

He no longer had his previous kind and gentle demeanor; he now resembled a resolute king.
"Horus, your betrayal is futile and will ultimately lead to failure, just as it did ten thousand years ago."

The Savior will stop your offensive; he will destroy you and all rebels, and bring you to judgment.

"Is that what you rely on? I never thought you'd fallen to such a state that you have to rely on a mere brat for protection."

"Unfortunately, the savior isn't here, otherwise I would bring you his head."

Horus frowned slightly as he observed the Emperor's change in demeanor.

But after hearing the other party's words, he became even more disdainful and did not take the emperor's words to heart at all.

"Old man, when did you become so foolish and weak?"

Horus approached the phantom projected by the Emperor, his swollen demonic body looking down at it with disdain.

At this moment, all he wanted to do was humiliate the other party: "If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, perhaps I can consider letting these humans go, and those few as well..."

However, before the chief chosen one, the Dark Emperor, could finish speaking, he felt a fierce aura rushing towards him, so terrifying.

This made him stop breathing, as if a hand was squeezing his withered heart.

In an instant, the emperor's phantom seemed to undergo a new change, with black flames burning wildly.

His gaze was so cruel and cold, it contained all the violence and evil of the universe. At the same time, countless voices in the void called out the name of this being, proclaiming him the King of Darkness.

???

Horus's hair stood on end, and he took a step back in fright, even seeing double. The phantom images of the Chaos Gods behind him also broke away and ran away.

They ran even faster.

what--

As for Fugen, who had just conjured a phantom to report the battle results, he was so frightened that he let out a scream similar to that of a woman.

Then he scrambled away, extinguished the phantom image, and ran away.

Unbeknownst to them, the emperor's phantom had transformed, taking on a resemblance to the Dark King, making the atmosphere in this chaotic hall deathly still.

Horus, who was closest to the emperor and was arguing with his father, received the most mental shock and was completely stunned.

That was an unstoppable darkness, a deadly threat of death!
It's as if once the enemy arrives, Horus, the avatars of the Chaos Gods, and all life in the solar system will be mercilessly slaughtered.

"Father...Father?" Horus's voice trembled slightly as he instinctively called out "Father" out of fright.

At this moment, he recalled the emperor's paternal love and majesty, and the terrifying power of the Dark King, who would paralyze anyone who came.

Both the Fallen Primarchs and the Chaos Gods fear the coming of the Dark Lord, which would be the most terrible end for the galaxy and the warp.

"Could it be that the Dark Lord has fully descended?" The phantom of the Blood God gripped the giant axe made of skull and lava, staring at the phantom of the Emperor from afar, as if he were about to make a move at any moment.

The other chaotic evil gods were even more cowardly, standing behind the phantom of the Blood God, somewhat surprised and uncertain.

This is merely a projection of the two sides onto the galactic reality.

In the subspace, an extreme darkness has appeared, larger than the distorted phantoms of the Chaos Gods, seemingly covering an endless region of chaos.

"No, that is not the fate of chaos; the end has not yet come." The form of the Lord of Myriad Changes extended, offering an answer.

But His tone was full of doubt, lacking the firmness he had before.

Amidst numerous wary or fearful gazes, the dark phantom of the Emperor stood there, making no move.

His expression was contorting and shifting, different personalities appearing and transforming one after another, as if those personalities were constantly fighting against the dark side.

Whether in the galaxy or the warp, Horus, the Chaos Gods, and other beings watched this scene, frozen in place, not daring to utter a sound.

Their eyes held a hint of expectation, eager to cheer them on and hope that the Emperor's light side would prevail and suppress the birth of the Dark King.

All I can say is that emotions are complicated.

Fortunately, not long after, the emperor's phantom regained its golden light, but he had also exhausted his strength and gradually dissipated, falling into a deep sleep once again.

Horus watched as the emperor's phantom vanished, instinctively wiping the cold sweat from his forehead to stop his trembling.

He turned and scanned the empty Chaos Hall, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one else had witnessed this scene.

It is a disgrace that this Dark Emperor was frightened by the False Emperor, and this must not be known to any being other than the Chaos Gods!
"Survived... survived."

Outside the Hall of Chaos, Eribus collapsed at the entrance, his legs still trembling uncontrollably.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and climbed out of the doorway the moment he saw the dark phantom.

Otherwise, Horus would surely have reduced the beings who witnessed all of this to ashes.

Not long ago, Iribus wanted to go in and report some latest intelligence, but as soon as he entered, he was so frightened by the aura of the Dark Lord that his legs went weak.

Afterward, he used all his remaining strength to conceal his presence, and then dragged his dying legs out.

Escaped.

Irebas exhaled and his figure gradually disappeared. He decided to come back after a while.

To avoid arousing Horus's suspicion and suffering even more severe punishment or losing his life.

This shameless and wicked person, who has committed countless evil deeds, must have some skill to have survived to this day amidst so much hatred.

Inside the Hall of Chaos, Horus returned to his throne, restoring the majesty befitting the Dark Emperor.

He recalled what had just happened and shook his head:

"Perhaps the false emperor has truly gone mad. What an ironic fate. Humanity is either destroyed by him or corrupted by chaos."

Horus realized that the Emperor was no longer the original ruler of mankind, but a combination of several personalities and the dark side, a being similar to a warp god.

This further solidified his belief that perhaps his betrayal ten thousand years ago was the right thing to do, only that it failed.

Otherwise, he would surely have ended the tyrant's rule and destroyed the source of the Dark King's birth.

Horus raised his head, his gaze becoming increasingly resolute.

No matter the cost.

He intends to storm Holy Terra and tear the false emperor's bones from his throne to wash away the previous shame.

More importantly, prevent the appearance of the Dark Lord!
In mid-air, the virtual map of the solar system flickered continuously, with points of light representing the empire's defenses going out every moment.

"The savior, the false emperor's only reliance?" Horus murmured, as if he had just thought of something.

Once Terra's outer defenses are destroyed and air superiority is lost, the terrifying firepower stored on New Dragonlin Star can directly cover Terra's surface and bombard it relentlessly.

By then, no matter how many troops and defensive lines the Savior deploys on Terra, it will be useless.

That was an attack from a higher dimension, which no ground defense or troop could withstand!

"Even if Terra has hundreds of thousands or more Space Marines, so what? That's the most foolish arrangement the Saviors made. They can only become targets."

Horus chuckled coldly.

The savior is still too young. In a large-scale war of this magnitude, the Space Marines are no longer the deciding factor in the outcome.

Gathering them together like this will only lead to them being wiped out in one fell swoop!
……

Mars, the blockade line.

Seven times the number of rotting void whales floated in the void.

These Nurgle special warships, which are more than ten kilometers long, constantly emit a foul-smelling fog, and pus flows into space like a waterfall.

"We must destroy Mars' blockade defenses, and do it in a much faster time, less than seven hours!"

Mortalian stood atop the head of the Corrupted Void Whale, gazing at the massive, circular space defense platform before him, his eyes filled with even greater urgency.

He had just sensed the dark aura of the cursed one, the false emperor, and was filled with lingering fear and dread.

Mortalian feared the appearance of the Dark Lord, and so did the other corrupted Primarchs.

They all frantically increased the speed and intensity of their attacks.

The false emperor and that father were already terrifying enough. If the Dark King were to appear, where could they possibly escape to?

They feared the double blow of dark paternal love.

Therefore, these corrupted Primarchs, like the Chaos Gods, were eager to use the artifact of Shadowlight to suppress the Emperor and eliminate the threat of the Dark Lord.

To avoid falling into the emperor's dark clutches.

As the Corrupted Void Whale drew near, Mortalian's astonishing eyesight revealed the outline of the blockade.

That was the Imperial Fortress defense platform he was about to breach, one of the strongest lines of defense standing in the face of Chaos.

???

Mortalian seemed to see something and paused for a moment.

What's with those big red "拆" (demolish) characters on the outer armor of those defense platforms?!
(End of this chapter)