Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 765 Oh no! Where are the regular troops?! Where did they go?!

Motalian was very puzzled.

He looked around and saw that not only that defensive platform, but almost all the defensive platforms on the Mars Blockade Line had similar characters for "demolish".

In addition, there were many red banners floating in space, each with different content.

Such as——

A gentle reminder: Loyalty is a tree, and development is the fertile soil.

Violations of regulations must be criticized; safe construction practices must be firmly remembered.

We must thoroughly implement the Savior's basic engineering construction policy of "safety first, prevention foremost".

Dangerous blasting zone, non-operational personnel are prohibited from approaching.

Everywhere you look, there are large, bright red "demolish" signs, as well as red banners and warning lights.

This made the Death Lord and the demons hesitate, and for a moment their arrogance subsided.

"My dear father, what has happened? Is this still the Martian blockade line?!"

The Death Guard company commander frowned as he watched this scene.

He landed on these defensive platforms when he besieged Terra ten thousand years ago, and even attempted to invade during the Great Rift, so he knows this front line very well.

This is also one of the reasons why Horus, the Dark Emperor, sent the Death Guard to attack this Martian blockade.

However, the scene before him was somewhat unexpected, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The originally cold, giant steel fortress defense platform array, against the backdrop of red lettering and banners, even exudes a touch of festivity.

Faintly, a stirring melody could be heard, making one feel as if they had inexhaustible strength and wanted to swing a giant hammer.

"Our intelligence has been flawed. There have been new changes to the Martian blockade defenses. Perhaps that savior wants to abandon this place?"

Mortalian thought to himself.

He was somewhat unaccustomed to and disliked the changes and the energy they revealed.

This includes the influence of the benevolent fatherly power of the plague, as well as the concern that things are beyond our control.

As the darlings of a benevolent father, they relished the stench of the empire's continued decay, which gave the plague's darlings even more strength.

In reality, the empire has not changed much in the past ten thousand years, like a delicious rotting corpse, which both humans and chaotic beings have become accustomed to.

However, after the arrival of the savior, a large number of new things appeared every day, which they couldn't understand.

"Abandoned?"
The savior has certainly chosen a good time; it means the Martian blockade is weaker than ever before…

With heavy footsteps, Nurgle's second favorite, the Rainfather Rothriggs, strode in, his body dripping with filthy rainwater.

The rainwater formed puddles at his feet, emitting a strong stench, while swollen and twisted plants grew around him.

“By the loving Father above.”

The sevenfold plague will utterly erode this abhorrent defense.

Rotigus's belly swayed, and its massive, tooth-filled mouth roared with laughter, which was echoed by the Nurgles with their piercing cacophony.

This second favorite of Nurgle hopes to break through the defenses of Mars and even Terra and gain the unreserved favor of his benevolent father.

At that time, the darling glutton Bala, who avoids battle, will no longer be his match.

"The situation is changing."

A long hissing sound came from Mortalian's breathing mask, tinged with a hint of worry:
"Seven, it has to be seven, we must reach the outskirts of Terra in the seventh hour."

Numbers are everything; that way, you can't go wrong.

The Death Lord became cautious and decided to attack the defensive platform array in front of him in a more prudent way, and then, in the seventh hour, he arrived at the last line of defense at the same time as the Allied forces.

As he spoke, the black, space-wall-like defense platform had already entered a state of war, with its massive turrets undulating like mountain ridges and slowly turning in this direction.

Then, the array of light spears began to rotate, like ignited bayonets, ready to be fired.

There are even more areas where the dark muzzles of cannons are exposed.

Faced with the firepower threat from the defense platform, the plague army did not immediately launch an attack, but instead deployed a defense, spreading numerous vine shield walls in space, and a corner of the plague garden could still be faintly seen.

Because Terra's second seven hours have not yet begun.

They must wait until that moment, until the sevenfold plague ritual breaks out and the Father's favor arrives, before they can launch a full-scale attack.

Boom——

Hundreds of giant macro turrets roared, their muzzles large enough to allow a Thunder Eagle to pass vertically through them. The warheads, weighing thousands of tons, left the barrels trailing arcs of electricity, carving spiraling vacuum tunnels in the void.

Then, a cold light flashed across the dark sky, as if tearing open a slit, followed by a second, a third, and many more beams of light—

A barrage of light spears was fired.

Tens of terawatts of energy surged out along the electromagnetic rails.

As the sky was illuminated by the light spear, more torpedoes swarmed out of the launch silos, like a school of silvery fish rushing towards the withered yellow sky.

However, the Plague Child's defenses were already in place, with layer upon layer of fel-powered curtains spreading the poisonous gas of the Plague Garden.

As those cannons, light spears, and torpedoes traversed the decaying reality, they visibly underwent unrealistic corrosion, developing rust.

When they finally reached the front lines of the plague, only one-tenth remained, and the damage was greatly reduced as they were blocked by the shield walls of pustules and vines and the layers of rotting flesh of the Void Whale.

Of course, quite a few imperial cannon shots did hit their targets, exploding into foul-smelling liquid in space.

This caused casualties among Death Guards and Demons.

The most ferocious attack came from the main cannon of the Divine Punishment-class fortress atop the "Wall of Arat." The moment this ancient, massive turret fired—

The entire defense platform went dark, almost all of the system's energy was briefly drained, and even the lighting went out.

Its pitch-black muzzle flashed with a tiny white light, which expanded within seconds into a blazing sphere several kilometers in diameter, like an asteroid that had been forcibly ignited.

Immediately afterwards, the muzzle vibrated, emitting a stellar wind. The vacuum itself tore open a ring of impact disks, and a blazing fireball was blasted out at sub-light speed, forming a breathtaking crimson tunnel along its path.

The nearest Corruption Void Whale was hit, its belly and the rear half of its tail vanishing in the intense heat, along with the Plague Darling within.

The corrupted behemoth, blessed by Nurgle and existing between corpse and life, let out a low, long sigh, like the dying breath of a star.

It died.

Even with the plague army taking defensive measures, casualties still occurred.

The Imperial artillery fire on those blockade defense platforms was far more than they had imagined.

"My dear father, the Martian blockade line has not been abandoned; its firepower is even more intense than it was ten thousand years ago!"

The Death Guard company commander said this, explaining his familiarity with the artillery fire on this front.

This is no abandoned defensive platform or fortress; it is clearly a space steel city wall heavily guarded by the Empire, even more formidable than it was ten thousand years ago!

"Ha, I knew that savior wouldn't be so reckless, or this was just a trick to deceive us."

That guy never reveals his weaknesses.

Mortalian took a deep breath, the breathing mask making an uncomfortable filtering sound, and his expression became increasingly cautious.

He had fought the Savior and knew how formidable he was, especially when it came to building defenses.

Perhaps the savior was planning to dismantle this defensive platform, but the enemy still stationed a large number of troops inside, just in case.

Moreover, the interior of the defense platform was so clean and tidy that they could not find any unclean places to cast plague spells, greatly increasing the difficulty of the attack.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. The Death Lord glanced at the giant mechanical clock beside him and couldn't help but smile.

The Father's blessing has arrived!
In an instant, the phantom of the Plague Garden became clearer than ever before. Accompanied by the laughter of the Nurgle, a thick, murky yellow mist spread out, containing various plague toxins.

"Praise the Father."

Mortalian raised the Silent Scythe and pointed it at the defensive platform array tens of thousands of kilometers away, issuing the order: "Execute the seventh order, make that place a paradise for plague!"

The moment he gave the order, the moth wings on his back rose high, and with the power bestowed upon him by his loving father, he cast a plague spell.

From the rift in the subspace, countless rotting giant flies surged out, forming a yellow vortex in the void, and rushed towards the defense platform.

"Ah, endless rain, the generous rain that bestows upon you a bountiful harvest—"

The first drop relieves drought, the second drop causes pustules, the third drop... causes swelling and rotting!

Rain Father Rothigs held up a boxwood branch in his hand and waved it around, looking quite comical.

His voice was so inclusive, yet it contained corruption and sin, like a lament:
"Let the rain begin."

The Great Demon Nurgle stopped in a ridiculous pose, and after a brief silence came the patter of rain.

Then the rain suddenly intensified.

At his summons, the previously dry cosmic void suddenly experienced unnatural rain, and a morbid storm arose.

The wet, slippery rainwater splashed onto the defensive platform, causing varying degrees of decay to appear on the outer turrets.

The machine servants who served the turrets were soaked by the rain, and twisted branches grew from their bellies and mouths. They turned into living corpses as the parts churned and groaned!

At the same time, more Nurgle Archdemons launched an attack, and seven times the number of Corrupted Void Whales withstood the fire and swam toward the defensive platform.

The plague army launched a massive assault on the Martian blockade, appearing as if yellow miasma had engulfed the fiery curtain.

Looking down from the void, the imperial firepower within a range of tens of thousands of kilometers was compressed little by little, and millions of shells lost their momentum, floating aimlessly in mid-air, corroded into scrap iron covered with fungal spots.

The Imperial Mars Front's defensive platform array is losing its advantage and is barely able to fight back.

Above the Void Whale's head, Mortalian watched this scene, and the unease in his heart completely dissipated.

Within half an hour, the firepower of the defense platform will be completely paralyzed, and the related defensive armor will decay into useless rust.

Although they were slower than expected, they were still able to successfully breach this important defensive line.

There was no way around it; the Imperial defenders inside the defense platform were even more tenacious than expected, possibly the elite forces of that savior.

Motalian seemed to realize something, a wicked glint in his eyes:
"Savior, no matter how many elite troops you deploy on that front, you cannot resist the corruption of the plague. Those warriors you favor will all become slaves to the plague!"

This Death Lord was already looking forward to the Savior's return, to seeing Terra completely fallen and the False Emperor lose his throne, and to his heartbroken expression.

Perhaps these corrupt Primarchs could join forces and thoroughly toy with that arrogant imperial emperor, repaying him tenfold for the humiliation he had inflicted upon them!
……

The main defense platform of the Mars Front, the Wall of Arat.

The deep darkness of the plague is spreading.

The fortress's close-in weapon systems fired simultaneously, lasers and automatic cannons weaving a deadly fire net to intercept the overwhelming swarm of corrupting flies, but the morbid storm was constantly extinguishing it.

The outer tracks, like a broken skeleton, slowly tumbled and plummeted into the endless night.

"Such firepower is still not enough to withstand the mercy of the Lord of Plague!"

The Death Guard commander, wading through waist-deep floodwaters, tore apart a fighter soldier and summoned poisonous mist to corrode the gate before him.

Their plague army has just returned from the battlefield of the High Heavens, where they slaughtered throughout the Empire hundreds of years ago, and were invincible!
However, the Imperial armed forces at this core fortress are indeed fierce, and it is also equipped with special combat soldiers.

That must be a product of the Martian forged world, which caused significant losses to his plague army.

But these attacks were still no match for the plague army!

As the outer defenses crumbled, a large number of Chaos Demons were swept into the fortress by the slippery floodwaters, assaulting the inner defenses.

Even more terrifying was that the seven times larger corrupted void whales were getting closer and closer. Each one was larger than a battleship, enough to suffocate one's heart with fear and plunge one into deep despair.

Command.

Oris Will, the commander of this defensive line, stared at the abomination in the void, his body turning cold.

He felt a profound sense of helplessness and shouted tremblingly into the communication channel:

"Our lines are crumbling! Where are the regular troops? When will the Terra garrison arrive?!"

Oris was completely numb.

He was merely a logistics staff member, a contractor involved in the demolition of military buildings, and an unofficial employee of this core institution.

Oris's family started in mining and, under the leadership of his grandfather Will, grew into a well-known merchant family in the empire.

It is said that their grandfather, Will, received the support of His Majesty the Savior when he was still a miner.

During the difficult times on Ers, His Majesty even sent his own pastries to his grandfather to encourage him for his hard work for the empire.

As a member of the Will family, Oris graduated with honors from Loyalty Academy and then began to pursue his own career.

The company primarily engages in business related to construction recycling.

He started by recycling construction waste in Chaodu and gradually expanded his business.

They also targeted the gaps in imperial technology, investing a great deal of energy and resources to research and develop numerous refining techniques, enabling the imperial resources to be better recycled.

This earned them commendation from relevant departments and made them one of the partners of the logistics department.

After years of accumulation, Oris finally secured a contract to recycle the Empire's large fortresses, acquiring all the resources related to the entire Mars Blockade Line defense platform array!

What an honorable project that would take his career to the next level.

He could imagine that as the savior upgraded the empire's defenses, there would be a large number of such orders, and his initial prediction was correct!
For this important business, Oris invested almost all of his wealth, brought in the Will family, and even took out a loan to borrow a large number of low-level mechs built using Iron Man technology from the Cult of Mechanics to undertake the dismantling and recycling work in dangerous areas.

However, when he arrived at the Mars defense platform array with millions of workers and more than 100,000 low-level mechs, he was holding a groundbreaking ceremony and praying to the goddess of machinery for blessings.

Darkness fell over the solar system, and huge scars appeared in the void.

The Chaos army arrived at the outer perimeter of Terra's far-space defenses in an incredible manner.

Those corrupt Void Whales appeared in the demolition site area and launched an attack on their construction site!
"Savior above, the glory of the Will family has arrived!"

When Oris saw the army of plague, he had this thought: defending the glory of the empire was enough to elevate the Will family to a higher level.

That's a military achievement.

Not only him, but even the logistics workers were very excited. In the past, when would they have had the chance to fight?
The time for progress has come!
Afterwards, Oris quickly organized a worker force and low-level Iron Man mechs to guard the demolition site.

Fortunately, they hadn't started dismantling it yet. There were still troops and stockpiled artillery inside the defense array platform. The relevant departments directly ordered them to recover even the ammunition, saving them the trouble of transporting it back.

The mechs can also control the relevant artillery structures, making them more efficient than the previous Imperial garrison.

The workers in the logistics department have also received relevant military training and have a certain combat capability.

They must stay and fight, whether for Terra or for their own property and cause.

Every citizen of the Empire has a duty to defend the Empire, especially those in relevant departments!
Oris had originally thought that as long as he held the demolition site for a short period of time and symbolically fired a few rounds of artillery, he would receive support from the Imperial garrison.

Then they can take on auxiliary artillery support roles.

For some reason, the reinforcements from the Imperial garrison were delayed, and no communications were received.

There was no way to retreat. The moment the Chaos Army and the rift appeared, the surrounding flight paths were blocked by the warp rift.

This put the Mars defense platform demolition site in an awkward position.

Meanwhile, the plague army was becoming increasingly puzzled as the battle progressed. This fragmented imperial garrison seemed even more stubborn than the human forces from hundreds of years ago!
"Savior, where has the regular army gone?"
We, a group of people working on recycling projects, are going to fight against the chaotic, well-organized army?!

After organizing his troops and using defensive platforms to hold out for less than half an hour, Oris came to this conclusion.

His face turned green.

"The Will family is probably going bankrupt. We must also serve the empire..."

Oris murmured.

Unable to think of any way to survive, he could only helplessly pray to the savior.

(End of this chapter)