Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 766 The Plague Army: It's lit up! The savior is lit up! The workers are suddenly glowing with golden light!

“For the savior,” Oris said softly.

After he prayed fervently to the Savior, his fear gradually dissipated, and his gaze became resolute.

The Will family has been blessed by the Savior, and its descendants should not shirk any responsibility.

Otherwise, even if he escaped back, he would be severely punished by his family and expelled.

"Since there is no way to retreat, let's fight to the last moment and live up to the blood of our family!"

Oris said through gritted teeth.

He would keep fighting until his family went bankrupt, until he ran out of ammunition and food, and then perish together with the enemy!

As one of the major merchants of the new empire, the Will family, though not part of the empire's regular army or armed forces, is not to be underestimated.

"Imperial reinforcements won't arrive anytime soon, at least there's no definite news. I'm afraid Holy Terra is also under siege by Chaos."

After making his decision, Oris calmed down and turned to his steward, saying this.

As an accomplished businessman who graduated from Chung-Tzu Academy, he was able to assess the situation facing this demolition site.

If the chaotic rifts have covered the solar system, then this is not the only place under attack; this may be a full-scale offensive by chaos.

This is not a key defensive line, so the chances of getting support are not very high.

Especially given the pressure on Holy Terra, the Empire would certainly prioritize protecting the throne rather than sending troops to rescue the people.

“Savior, what a calamity this is, Holy Terra…”

Upon hearing this, the white-haired steward's pupils constricted slightly, and he was momentarily speechless.

He knows what this means.

If Holy Terra falls, the new empire will suffer a huge blow, and the future will be extremely difficult.

More importantly, the Will family has invested all their assets here, and now, without reinforcements, all of their assets will likely be wiped out by the Chaos's attack.

They too will perish here.

"Holy Terra will not fall. What we should focus on is how to win this battle and bring glory to the Will family."

Oris stared at the steward and said, “We must give our lives without reservation. No one can stand aside, and no one is allowed to desert!”

He didn't want any family member to have the thought of running away; that would be a disgrace, an unforgivable weakness.

This also contradicts the education he received.

“Your Excellency, your decision is correct. I am proud to serve you and the Will family.”

Looking at Oris's resolute expression, the old steward's brows relaxed; this heir had undoubtedly made the right choice.

This safeguarded the family's interests and honor.

Under these circumstances, Oris, as the heir to the Will family, could not possibly desert his post.

He must fight bravely.

Even if the heir dies here, he will still receive honors and military merits, which will ensure that the family in the rear will not completely decline after bankruptcy and will have hope of making a comeback.

The new empire is so united and powerful not only because of its faith, but also because of its well-established system and the binding of interests.

One glory and one glory.

The foundation of an empire lies in ensuring that all those who contribute to it benefit from it.

Instead of the previous fragmentation by various forces, religions, and warlords, where everyone acted independently and only sought to protect themselves.

The head steward bowed and said firmly, "Please give your orders. All members of the Will family await your instructions."

"Summon all the family guards and come with me to the front lines to fight against the evil spirits!"

Oris threw off his ornate cloak, revealing his strong muscles, clearly indicating that he had undergone some degree of modification.

The savior bestowed upon the faithful the technology of genetic modification.

While not as advanced as Space Marines, it still allows the modified individuals to possess extraordinary physical abilities.

That's an optimized Grant Guard modification technology that can enhance the human body at a lower cost.

Over the years, most of the core members of the Will family have undergone transformation, including their family guards.

Afterwards, Oris armed himself, donned finely crafted armor, and rushed to the front lines to join the battle.

There are currently tens of thousands of Will family guards at this demolition site, all equipped with power armor and weapons.

In addition, there are about 200,000 workers equipped with construction-type individual exoskeletons, along with about 100,000 low-level mechs, which also constitute a considerable force.

It won't collapse all at once.

Oris abandoned the outer defensive platforms and then summoned all troops and workers to assemble at the main platform of the Alar Wall.

Without reinforcements, they cannot hold all the platforms; it would be better to concentrate their forces and inflict more damage on the plague army.

In fact, if it weren't for the savior's transformation of all regions of the solar system decades ago, and the installation of sanitation engineering systems in those regions, it would be impossible to achieve such a feat.

The rain, fog, and rotting flies summoned by the plague-infested beings had already turned the workers into living corpses on a large scale.

Rumble!
After the personnel withdrew, the large torpedoes placed on the outer defense platform were detonated, especially the fully stocked ammunition depot.

This destroyed the entire outer area, and dozens of types of light, electric arcs, and radioactive materials spread throughout the airspace.

The chain of explosions illuminated almost the entire airspace, creating dozens of blazing fireballs in the void.

The plague armies on those outer platforms were severely damaged, reduced to charred flesh, and those that survived could only float helplessly in the void.

Lost the fighting capacity.

"They dared to refuse the Father's grace..."

Above the Corrupted Void Whale, Mortalian gazed at the flames spreading in the distance, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

His face turned even greener.

He was not angry about the loss of the plague army, but merely about the loss of some vanguard troops.

It didn't cause much damage to the entire legion, especially since the main force of the plague hadn't even been deployed to the platform yet.

Mortalian was furious that his careful troop deployment and slow advance had not been met with the savior's elite forces.

Instead, they were a group of imperial workers.

As news continued to arrive, he learned about the enemy's situation: there were no Imperial guards on those defensive platform arrays, but rather a group of human workers responsible for dismantling the platforms.

The mighty Lord of Death was tricked by the workers of the Empire!

Moreover, the vanguard of the plague army was blocked by the workers and suffered considerable damage.

What a shame?!
Mortalian raised his hand and summoned a swarm of flies, forming a buzzing mirror reflecting the image of the Death Guard captain, whose body was covered in foul-smelling pustules.

That was the commander of the vanguard, known as the Messenger of Maggots.

"My lord, what are your instructions?" The company commander, the maggot messenger, was somewhat humble, clearly aware of the Death Lord's displeasure with him.

Mortalian stared at the other in silence, the sound of his breathing through the mask creating an incredibly oppressive atmosphere.

After taking several breaths, he finally spoke: "The bell will ring seven times. After the bell rings, I do not wish to see any living people there."

This is your only chance to retain favor.

The Death Lord issued a stern ultimatum to the vanguard commander: after the giant bell tolls seven times, either all the humans on the main defense platform will perish, or the commander will be stripped of all his power.

They were reduced to pathetic living corpses.

He gave the opponent a chance to regain the honor of the Death Guard instead of imposing immediate punishment.

"As you wish."

The Death Guard Company Commander and Vanguard Commander were not too surprised and knelt down to receive the order.

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant clock beside the Lord of Death began to chime, and the souls on the glass dome at the top of the clock wailed.

The ticking of the clock seemed to transcend time and space, echoing clearly around the Death Guard company commander and spreading deep into the main defense platform.

It makes people's souls tremble involuntarily.

That meant the vanguard was about to begin their killing spree, without holding back.

Afterwards, Mortalian quietly observed the battle from the extension of the Fungal Abyss, waiting for the vanguard's slaughter and corruption of humanity to end.

Before that, he did not want to commit any more plague armies, Nurgle demons, or personally attack the main defensive platform.

It is an unbearable disgrace that a mere group of workers would be attacked by the plague army and even by the Lord of Death himself.

This only proves the Death Guard's weakness and incompetence.

At that time, how would I, as a fallen Primarch and Lord of Death, have the face to meet my other fallen brothers?

He couldn't afford to lose this person.

Mortalian believed that his vanguard could accomplish this mission: to kill all humanity or transform them into suffering undead after the seven bells had rung.

Thus, they suffer from eternal pain and torment, living a life worse than death.

That was punishment for their blasphemy against the Lord of Death!

……

The Wall of Arat.

Outer ports.

After receiving the order, the Death Guard Company Commander and Vanguard Commander's gazes grew increasingly malevolent.

The workers outmaneuvered them, causing his vanguard to suffer heavy losses by destroying the outer platform.

But that's all; those pathetic grunts couldn't withstand the real plague warriors!

The company commander grabbed a rotting maggot from his chest, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, then strode towards the collapsed defensive wall.

His voice was sharp and hissing like an insect's:
"The maggots told us everything."

Those lowly workers are gathering, vainly hoping to halt the plague's advance and let them rot away! He was pleased with the workers' mobilization and defensive tactics, which would allow the vanguard to better destroy all of humanity, thus fulfilling the Death Lord's orders.

Behind the Death Guard company commander, the plague was marching, with plague-burst tracked vehicles and withering engines rumbling forward, leaving behind trails full of slime.

Above them were numerous plague serpents and plague drones.

Then came the staggering plague messengers, plague mechs, and Nurgle beasts, each step spewing forth venomous carrion and disease.

This terrible vanguard of the plague has breached the outer armored walls and is heading towards the last stronghold of the rebels and the workers.

Ararat Cathedral Square.

This large area of ​​about ten square kilometers has been built by the Will family as their last stronghold.

The 100-meter-tall statue of the Savior in the center shines brightly.

Large quantities of supplies and engineering equipment were piled up to form trenches, and various artillery pieces and defensive weapons collected from the outer platforms and ammunition depots were installed.

Guards and workers, armed and wearing gas masks, hid in the trenches, while low-ranking Iron Man mechs carried heavy weapons and guarded the key positions.

Although they were not a regular army, they were well taken care of by the retired commander of the Storm Group Army, and they had the appearance of an army.

In terms of firepower, they even surpassed the elite forces of the old Empire's Star Guard.

"Gentlemen, we have nowhere to retreat but to fight to the death!"

Oris stood at the forefront of the line, turned around, and used a sound generator to address the workers:

"In the name of the head of the Will family, I promise that regardless of the outcome of this war, you will receive compensation from the Will family."

His Majesty the Savior and the Empire will not let you down!

This is the Will family's commitment to the workers they employ.

All participants and their families will receive a generous permanent employment contract, including various types of insurance.

As long as the Will family exists, the contract will remain in effect; it's a desperate gamble.

Of course, every family hopes to have a group of loyal employees who will stand by them through thick and thin, as they are a valuable asset.

Moreover, these brave workers will also be rewarded by the savior and the empire.

Their citizenship rank would rise depending on their military achievements.

Commander Oris Will's generous promises boosted the morale of the team.

Since death is inevitable anyway, why not leave behind honor and a greater legacy?!
Even the Grand Master himself held this view, using sacrifice and loyalty to the Savior to adorn the banner of the Will family's honor.

To make it shine even brighter.

"For the Savior!" the people roared, gripping their weapons and aiming them at the advancing yellow abomination army.

Even if they die, they will take a few demon cubs with them!

yah~
Suddenly, foul-smelling artillery fire erupted from the yellow fog, blasting many positions to pieces, along with the workers inside.

The spreading gas caused pustules to appear all over the surrounding people, who kept groaning in pain.

This made people tense and fearful.

They then launched an attack on the Plague Vanguard under the command of Grand Master Oris.

The war has begun!

Close-in weapon systems, heavy artillery, and countless machine guns and beams swept across the plague-stricken positions.

That's amazing.

In an instant, they managed to suppress the offensive of the plague vanguard.

"Damn it, why do these lowly workers have artillery fire that's even more powerful than the Imperial army?!"

The Death Guard commander was furious, realizing he could no longer rely on past experience.

The more he attacked, the more alarmed he became.

On this battlefield, a large number of construction machines and heavy dump trucks are crushing the undead and demons, causing damage no less than that of war vehicles.

The quality of those construction machines is practically military grade!
Then the ground rumbled, and four or five engineering titans stepped out from both sides of the church, crushing everything in their path, which shocked the vanguard commander even more.

To the uninitiated, they would have thought they were facing the empire's elite army.

Large numbers of plague demons are dying or being crushed.

The only saving grace was that those engineering titans were only loaded with engineering machinery, not weapons of war.

Otherwise they will cause even more damage to the Plague Demons and Death Guards!
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The giant clock struck again; it was the third chime, a warning from the Lord of Death.

"Even so, an army of this caliber cannot stop the maggot messengers!"

The Death Guard commander grew even angrier after hearing the bell.

He unleashed his power.

Countless maggots poured onto the battlefield, engulfing an engineering titan and corroding its mechanical parts.

Subsequently, more plague spells erupted, causing immense destruction.

They have the blessing of the merciful Father Nurgle, and they are not afraid of even the elite troops of the Empire, let alone a small armed workers' group.

The engineering titan lacked dedicated psionic defenses and quickly succumbed to corrosion, destroying several trenches.

The plague vehicles and chaos engines retaliated swiftly, destroying even more engineering machinery.

Plague Soldier and Nuguri Beast charged into the ranks of low-tier Iron Soldier and wreaked havoc.

The Plague Vanguard is advancing rapidly, almost completely destroying the leading engineering vehicles and lines of defense.

With their defenses gone, Oris and his companions were forced to retreat with their army, all the way to behind the statue of the Savior.

As a civilian armed force, they were no match for the full-scale attack of the plague vanguard, especially since the enemy also had the blessing of the merciful Father Nurgle.

People could only watch helplessly as their compatriots perished alongside the demons with molten grenades, or were corroded into undead by the plague's deadly poison.

The plague was raging and tormenting the workers.

Any commander could see that the Will family's forces were crumbling and would soon be completely destroyed.

No one could survive!

"Savior, we beseech you to save your faithful people, grant us courage and strength..."

Even though the workers were prepared to be loyal, the rampant plague and horrific killings still brought a sense of despair to them.

The plague was ravaging their immune systems, and various diseases were occurring.

They couldn't help but look at the statue in the square, praying in their hearts to the Savior, hoping to be redeemed.

"Tch, what a laughable and pathetic faith. Your so-called savior is already in dire straits himself."

Seeing the workers' actions, the Death Guard commander mocked them through the mouth of the maggots.

The savior, the emperor of the empire, was trapped in the warp and could not return. Even if he did return, he would be crushed by the Death Lord and his brothers.

Moreover, the Chaos Gods will not let that guy go.

The savior is not a false emperor; he has neither the right nor the ability to protect his followers. Isn't it a joke to worship that guy?
Countless maggots, under manipulation, let out unrestrained laughter, mocking the workers; it was extremely eerie.

"Destroy that pathetic statue! I want to extinguish their last glimmer of hope!"

The Death Guard commander looked up at the statue of the Savior and spat out a mouthful of thick green phlegm.

Then, the Plague-burst tracked vehicles and Plague Engines both aimed their cannons at the stone statue.

Vicious artillery fire engulfed it.

However, when the thick smoke dissipated, the statue of the Savior was unharmed, protected well by layers of force fields.

"how is this possible?"

The Death Guard company commander watched this scene in disbelief.

So much firepower couldn't break the stone statue of the Savior, and so many force fields were used for protection?!
If such a force field were placed at the outer defensive hub, it probably wouldn't be so easy for us to break in!
There's nothing that can be done; the new empire's protection of the Savior's icon is just that robust, and there are relevant regulations governing it.

The force field associated with this main defense platform is old.

However, the icon-making department used the latest high-level force field when constructing the icon of the Savior.

An additional energy core was also installed for this purpose.

Rules are rules; strictly abide by them and ensure quality and quantity!
Even though the platform project was to be abandoned, the icon-making department still did its best to build the icon so that the workers could always pay homage to the great savior and emperor.

It can be said that the most solid area of ​​the entire defensive platform's force field is this statue, which can even withstand several large naval cannon shots!

Afterwards, the plague bombardment seemed to trigger the counterattack system inside the Savior Statue.

The statue emitted terrifying molten rays from its eyes and hands, sweeping across and destroying numerous plague vehicles and demons in its path.

Like the thunderous wrath of a savior!
Praise be to the Savior!

The icon of the Saviour's reaction fueled even more fervent worship and excitement among the workers.

On the other side, the Death Guard commander hurriedly dodged the deadly molten ray attack.

He was terrified.

hum~
Before the maggot messenger could recover, the icon underwent a dramatic and sudden change.

Suddenly, the statue of the Savior emitted a dazzling golden light, and under the illumination of the golden light, the workers seemed to be glowing.

Then, the enormous statue began to tremble.

???

The Death Guard commander looked up, his body going numb: "Father, could it be..."

(End of this chapter)