Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 769 Roger Dorn: What's going on? Why is the Chaos army still wandering around the outskirts?!
"By the Savior above, the plague army has ceased its pursuit!"

On the bridge of the transport ship, Oris watched the Corrupted Void Whale slowly turn and then retreat in the void, feeling incredibly excited.

Although he didn't know why the plague army didn't continue to pursue him, he survived!

As the news was announced, all the workers on the ship cheered and wept with joy at their escape from death.

Surviving such a tough battle for glory is arguably the luckiest thing in the world.

The workers never expected that the savior would not only perform a miracle, but also send a transport fleet to take them back to safety.

What an honor and favor!
This is the spirit of the new empire. Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire, but the empire will not easily give up any life and will send out support and rescue.

Even if it's just a group of workers, even if it comes at a higher cost.

That is key to promoting unity, enabling people to know their own value and that they are worthy of redemption.

Instead of dying helplessly.

"Fortunately, I managed to find a way through the chaotic airspace in time, otherwise they would not have been able to return."

At this moment, Ron, who had been watching the workers, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, this was not solely due to their own efforts. After discovering that the main defensive platform of the Wall of Arat was in danger, Holy Terra immediately dispatched transport troops to assist them in their evacuation.

If it weren't for this, no matter how powerful I am, I wouldn't be able to move millions of workers away under the blockade of the Chaos Gods.

Their strength and determination in sealing off the solar system exceeded everyone's imagination, not even their own savior.

Ron's phantom looked down at the solar system shrouded in darkness, his pressure and anxiety increasing.

This is just the beginning. I don't know if my carefully constructed Holy Terra defense system can withstand the attacks of the Chaos army and the Fallen Primarchs.

In particular, those corrupted Primarchs possess terrifying power and could very well forcefully break through the defenses.

At that time, high-ranking beings such as the Rog Dorn brothers will face enormous pressure.

"I hope my third brother can hold him off..." Ron sighed softly and murmured.

Even with an over-constructed defense system, he still dared not let his guard down, as the probability of the defense line being destroyed was still quite high.

After all, the cost of this failed defense of Terra was too high, and no one could afford it, especially not himself, the savior and emperor of the empire.

In the recent exchange, Ron had already sensed the Chaos Gods' unreserved killing intent towards him.

In other words, the evil gods' hatred for him was no less than that for the emperor himself.

Simply put, he's now on the Chaos Gods' kill list, almost on par with the Emperor himself, with no possibility of reconciliation.

"What virtue or ability do I, the savior, possess that makes the Chaos Gods so wary of me?"

Ron took a deep breath, straightened his back, and felt inexplicably proud.

For high-ranking beings of the Empire, being blacklisted by Chaos is an honor.

On the contrary, not being blacklisted is a disgrace, proving that one's work has not been done well and that one has not yet caused significant damage to Chaos.

If you told Guilliman after the Horus Rebellion that he was at the end of the Chaos Gods' blacklist, the first person to panic would be Guilliman.

Isn't that an insult?
Of course, Guilliman was actually ranked even lower at that time and was even considered not to be a threat.

In particular, after he devoted himself to creating the Empire's famous work, the Codex Astartes, and used it to dismantle the Imperial Legion.

It received high praise from figures like the Lord of All Changes.

This was a record Ron had found in the secret library of the Crystal Maze, but he had never dared to tell Guilliman, for fear of upsetting his good friend.

Despite saying that, Ron was still quite panicked inside.

If the Emperor is indeed defeated by the Chaos Gods, then he will have to face the combined attack of the four supreme evil gods alone, which would be difficult for him to withstand.

At that point, he would most likely be forced to flee around in the subspace, and might even get completely crushed.

To truly rid ourselves of the threat, we must protect the Emperor and utilize the technology of the Eternal Soul to stabilize the Golden Throne.

This would give them time to send more humans and other life forms into the warp to expand their territory.

May the Sun of Hope, like the gods of chaos, have its own divine realm, and be able to rely on that realm to protect itself.

That is the true foundation of the warp gods.

This is also why the Chaos Gods have always been vying for territory in the Warp.

After the gods establish their divine realms, they are protected and are very difficult to kill within them.

Even when attacked by several chaotic gods.

Of course, if the divine realm is continuously occupied, the power of the Chaos Gods will also be continuously weakened, thus there is a possibility that they will be stripped of their power.

As for the Emperor, he is a special case. He was trapped by the Golden Throne and had no possibility of establishing a divine realm.

But the Chaos Gods were afraid that the Emperor would turn evil and escape. If he were to transform into the Dark King and expand his territory in the Warp, wouldn't he just kill indiscriminately?

The Chaos Gods will likely suffer greatly in the end, perhaps even losing all their territory and going into exile.

They are very difficult to die, but they will lose their power and become insignificant, unable to control the warp and command the elements as they do now.

Therefore, this is a crucial battle between humanity and the Chaos Gods; whoever loses could be completely overturned by the other.

"For humanity, this is a battle for the fate of the race. Whether we continue to eke out a living or create a future depends on this battle."

We absolutely cannot lose…

Ron's phantom gazed at the solar system being corrupted by darkness and the densely packed army of abominations, his tone resolute.

The pressure of such a crucial war is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Even if it costs me everything, I will win this battle!
The next moment, a chaotic storm swept in, Ron's vision went black, and the phantom slowly dissipated.

The Chaos Gods severed his connection with the solar system, and his physical body was still quite far from that region.

Eternal Soul.

Bridge.

Ron regained consciousness and slowly came to his senses.

He wasn't too angry; he had already completed his mission and detected the situation in the solar system.

"Brother, how is it?" Guilliman's voice came through, his resolute face full of worry.

The man's face was covered in wrinkles, and his hair was much drier, clearly indicating that he was under immense pressure.

After all, the emperor, his father, was facing an unprecedented danger.

"The situation is bad, but much better than we thought. The defenses of Holy Terra still stand."

Ron turned his head and patted his good friend on the shoulder:

"We should still have a chance to get back. The future of the empire probably rests on our shoulders!"

Even though the defenses hadn't collapsed yet, he was worried that Roger Dorn and even Leon wouldn't be able to withstand the attacks from Horus and the other corrupted Primarchs.

That former war general once fought a fierce battle with the emperor, and now he has become even more powerful.

Guilliman nodded, and under his worried gaze, the Eternal Soul machine spirit started yelling again, as if being spurred on by the mechanical goddess.

After that, the special ship accelerated further and rushed towards the solar system along the network channel.

Time is of the essence; every second counts!

……

Holy Terra Defense Line.

Redemption-type Steel Great Wall Space Defense Platform, Command Center.

"The sons of the Will family and the workers, your bravery deserves no praise, and perfectly embodies the fighting spirit advocated by His Majesty the Savior."

Holmes, commander of the Thirteenth War Zone of the Holy Terra Garrison and commander of the Sun Auxiliary Army, used the communications channel to express his respect to the workers who were successfully evacuated from the transport ship.

His tone was incredibly sincere:

"Your mission is complete, and you will receive the honors you deserve. Now... the battlefield is ours to fight."

This is also their mission: to protect Holy Terra, the Emperor, and the people of the Empire.

The garrison commander ended the call, turned to face the observation platform, and looked out along the dome—

The void was filled with countless Abomination warships and large aerial units, stretching to the very edge of the field of vision!
Within the virtual sandbox, countless red dots representing enemies lit up in the outer area, creating a dazzling display. Simultaneously, a massive amount of information was being transmitted to the corresponding defensive units via communication channels.

The Watcher, the Lord of the Mountain, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Terra Defense Forces, Roger Dorn, has taken full command of all armed forces.

Take a holistic view.

"Report to Holy Terra Provisional Command: Redemption Third Fleet has arrived in the designated airspace."

"The Third and Fifth War Zones have observed the enemy and confirmed it to be the army of the god Khorne. The traitor Primarch Angron is suspected to have been resurrected in the form of a clone."

"The A1343 light-distribution airspace of the Sixth War Zone requires a fleet to fill the gap in the defensive line. Repeat, Sixth War Zone..."

"Terra Sanatorium is completely shut down. Leave is cancelled. All soldiers must immediately report to their designated positions!"

"Sizzle~"
The Dark Angels have arrived at the outer reaches of the solar system and are requesting specific coordinates. Can the Starlight Court find a suitable route for a jump?

Countless pieces of information converge within this defensive line, intertwining and turning like intricate gears.

This proves that the Imperial garrison was not caught off guard, but rather had a pre-planned strategy and was operating around the newly established Holy Terra airspace defense line.

"finally reached……"

Holmes clenched his fists as he gazed at the endless army of chaos and the floating, decaying behemoths.

The Chaos Abominations arrived much slower than expected, still organizing their formation, but it was foreseeable that they would launch an attack soon.

That will be the real test of how strong their defenses are!

……

The outer airspace.

The seven times the number of corrupted void whales had stopped swimming, with only their tails swaying gently.

"This... is this Terra's defense line?" Mortalian took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse, his heart filled with immense shock.

Upon seeing the new defensive line, he ordered a halt to the march, not daring to venture in rashly.

There is no doubt that the Empire used the Blackstone Device to create a special barrier that concealed Terra's true defenses.

He finally understood why the savior had to dismantle the old defense platform: the empire simply didn't need the old platform passed down from their ancestors ten thousand years ago.

The Empire's new defensive platform is truly astonishing!

Mortalian looked up.

One after another, giant air defense platforms, tens of kilometers long, gleamed with a cold metallic light. They were interconnected, forming a steel Great Wall in space, looking like terrifying behemoths in space.

Their very existence can generate immense psychological pressure.

What's even more terrifying is that this Great Wall of Steel isn't just one, but several interconnected.

Joint defense.

In addition, the gaps between the defensive platform arrays were filled with densely packed Imperial fleets, almost filling the airspace and blocking out the sun's rays.

So much so that he couldn't even see Terra's presence, let alone know what lay beyond that defensive line.

This was many times larger than any defensive line the Mortalian had ever seen, and its style was unlike any Imperial defense platform of the past; it didn't seem like something that humans could build.

He was a little dazed, not knowing where he was. Was this still the Empire? This was Terra, the Throne World, right?!

But the gleaming Imperial Eagles and the savior's flamboyant banners on those defense platforms served as a constant reminder to this Lord of Death.

This is indeed Holy Terra, the ironclad front he must face.

Faced with that terrifying steel Great Wall in space, he even considered retreating; the Imperial defenses were simply too formidable!

This is the new empire's terrifying infrastructure capabilities.

The Savior coordinated thousands of components related to the creation of the world, assembled them within the network, and finally transported them to Holy Terra to put them into operation.

The project had been in preparation for decades, secretly accumulating a large number of platform components and intertwining them with other projects to conceal its true nature. Finally, it was assembled and transported to the Blackstone shielded area for use in a very short time.

In fact, this airspace defense line was only put into operation a few months ago, quietly.

This matter was not announced to the empire at all, and before that, no one knew what the savior was trying to do with those things, assuming that it was just another way for the emperor to store up resources.

After all, the other side hoards a little bit of everything, and even built a static field to hoard a lot of bananas and fruits.

After Roger Dorn became the commander of the Terra defenses, his main task was to familiarize himself with this line of defense, and he devoted almost all of his energy to it.

Fortunately, this vigilant and defensive master of the empire had extensive experience, which enabled him to successfully organize the defense when war came.

"Is this really Terra's last line of defense in space?!" Mortalian hesitated.

After all, he fought for a long time before realizing that the plague army was attacking the empire's abandoned defenses and had the wrong target.

What does it mean to fight for a long time but still not see the enemy's lines?

Now, seven times the Terran time has passed, and the plague army has only just reached the outer perimeter of the Empire's true front.

Anyone would feel a little guilty in this situation.

In fact, from the perspective of the Holy Terran defenses, the actions of the plague army were perplexing.

Even Rog Dorn, the commander-in-chief of the Terran garrison, was scratching his head:
"What's going on with the plague army? Why hasn't it attacked? Is it trying to lure us out?!"

Who sent a large army to besiege Terra, only to wander around the abandoned demolition site on the outskirts like a magpie?

Not only the plague army, but several other armies also headed towards abandoned demolition sites in various places.

It's likely that they wanted to prioritize addressing those threats, but unfortunately, the personnel on the abandoned defense platforms were all moved to the new defense line several days ago.

It can only be said that the Chaos Army arrived at the perfect time; if they had arrived a few days earlier, the situation would have been completely different.

Rogue Dorn even considered sending the Chaos army coordinates to urge them to come here for a decisive battle, lest the war drag on too long and cause new problems.

Mortalian gazed at the dark, imposing Great Wall of Steel, but still did not issue the order to attack.

The current defensive line is daunting; he awaits the remaining plague army and the armies of other corrupted Primarchs.

Then they can launch a combined attack.

Soon, the yellow fog behind Mortalian grew thicker, revealing more corrupted aerial units and a massive army of giant flies.

That was his rebellious offspring, Typhus, the Lord of the Fly Hive.

Then, in the distant sky, the figures of other chaotic armies could be faintly seen, with blood-red flames, joyful mists, and colorful rifts spreading.

The Chaos army has finally arrived in this airspace to attack Terra's most crucial defense line.

hum~
At this moment, Horus's distorted figure appeared before Mortalian, his expression somewhat grim.

He questioned the Death Lord: "Why haven't you attacked yet? Are you intimidated by that false emperor?!"

He was very dissatisfied with the stagnation of the Chaos army and his fallen brethren.

Under normal circumstances, they should have launched a full-scale attack on Terra's core defenses instead of waiting around.

The Chaos army must conquer Terra at an even faster pace to avoid any unforeseen events, otherwise the Saviors will seize the opportunity to mobilize more Imperial forces to come to the rescue.

The Chaos Army has gathered so many troops, intending to crush everything in one fell swoop!

We must launch an offensive that is at least more powerful than it was ten thousand years ago, and we cannot afford to hesitate too much.

This former Warmaster and Dark Emperor even thought that these Fallen Primarchs were afraid of Terra and dared not face the False Emperor, their father.

Mortalian did not answer.

He raised his hand and pointed to the distant Great Wall of Steel in space, which blocked out the sun and gleamed with a cold metallic light.

The Death Lord's face was grim; his meaning was clear—

Brother, the Terra defense line is over there. Take a look, why don't you send one up first?
"coward!"

Horus's anger grew even stronger upon seeing the Lord of Death in such a state.

His illusory figure suddenly turned around, wanting to see what the imperial defenses that the enemy feared looked like, and what exactly was wrong with them!

In Mortalian's view, the invincible Dark Emperor who had once invaded Terra stopped motionless after turning around and seeing the Great Wall of Steel in space.

The other party seemed to fall into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)