Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 771 Mortalian: Horus, I went up at 8 AM, is that targeting me? Is that what you call a weak defensive line?!
Woo~
The deep hum of whales echoed in space, carrying endless sorrow and malice.

"Sevenfold blessings and protection!"

Amidst the roars of the Plague Demons, seven times the number of Corruption Void Whales, under the cover of Chaos Ships and warp storms, headed straight for the outer armor of the Iron Wall.

Blessed by the Chaos Gods, they brought chaotic tides and waves, disrupting any incoming orbital fire.

The Empire's cannons, torpedoes, and beam spears were all mysteriously swallowed up and transferred to another dimension after touching the outer fel energy veil.

It was a veil of defense more powerful than any Void Shield, sustained by the power of the Chaos Gods extending to the galaxy.

However, the Imperial orbital firepower was still too fierce, like dense raindrops. Even though the Felweave possessed terrifying power, artillery fire still broke through the defenses and bombarded the Corrupted Void Whale.

This is the real world. Although the Chaos Gods have the power to distort reality, they cannot completely conceal the laws of physics.

As the Chaos Defenses advanced, more and more Corrupted Void Whales were destroyed by the barrage of fire, ending up belly-up in space.

The rotting flesh and the plague demons within them were scattered into space, where they were then incinerated by the high temperatures generated by plasma and light spears.

But there is no doubt that the plague lord's corrupt horde is ever closer to the savior's steel wall.

That would be a deadly threat.

Under difficult conditions, the Dark Emperor Horus, through his masterful maneuvering, drove the corrupting behemoth into the defensive lines of the Great Wall of Steel.

The devastating viruses and explosive cysts they carry will destroy any metal armor and bring a terrifying plague to the area.

Both human life and machinery will be severely disrupted and corroded by the plague.

This weakens the firepower of the Great Wall of Steel and turns a large number of human defenders into undead, giving other Chaos armies the opportunity for a full-scale surprise attack.

"Seventy-seven plague beasts have arrived at the designated area. It is a gift from the Great Father to the Savior's defensive line, and no one can refuse it..."

Above the Void Whale's head, Mortalian was once again engrossed in his numerology, trying to find peace of mind during this difficult battle.

To make up the numbers, he even deliberately abandoned several corrupted Void Whales, causing Horus, who was doing his best to command from the rear, to curse in frustration.

Fortunately, after Mortalian gathered enough men, he stopped doing so. Otherwise, the Dark Emperor would have been so angry that he would have come offline to expose his foolish and corrupt brothers.

Then, the seventy-seven Corrupted Void Whales, braving the close-in weapon systems in the weakest areas of the Great Wall of Steel, began their final charge.

“Praise the Father!”

Mortalian looked at the massive defensive line that was so close at hand and was very excited.

This was chosen by Horus, the weakest point in the Great Wall, where destruction could be carried out to create a breach in the defenses that the Chaos Alliance could exploit.

More importantly, they have reached the air defense zone, where the heavy artillery fire of the Great Wall of Steel is powerless.

They will destroy the area's heavy armor and firepower arrays; that is a given.

"Go, Mortalian, I have created the perfect opportunity. Now it is your time to shine and seize that delicious spoils!"

Horus said, looking somewhat pale, that the intense micro-management had taken a toll on his energy.

As a result, I felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Regardless, he did his best to create excellent attacking opportunities for Mortalian.

"After the seven tolls of the bell, the defenses of this area will surely fall..."

Hearing this, Mortalian felt even more at ease and made a promise to the Dark Emperor, his fallen brother.

He will break through the current defenses within the promised timeframe, allowing more of the Chaos army to invade the Great Wall of Steel!
Horus has already found the weak points in the defenses. If he, the Lord of Death, still cannot break through them, then he would be too incompetent and would surely be ridiculed by his other fallen brothers.

"A useless struggle."

Mortalian ended the communication, turned to look at the incoming close-in weaponry, and a hint of disdain in his eyes.

This level of close-range attack is no longer effective against him.

The swarm of torpedoes, upon reaching the vicinity of this Lord of Death, visibly decayed, turning into scrap metal floating in the void of space.

Those unseen plague germs corroded everything on the torpedo, rendering it useless.

Mortalian was still not satisfied, and raised the giant scythe called Silence, with its rusty blade and filthy chain teeth.

More importantly, a terrifying plague entity resides on this giant scythe, endowing it with immense evil power.

With a mere flick of his wrist, he unleashed a blade-shaped cloud of unclean miasma, which rapidly expanded and surged towards the distant outer armor wall.

The miasma formed a giant blade of unnatural energy several kilometers long, destroying all Imperial firepower in its path before striking the metal walls of the outer armor and corroding a deep scar.

"Savior!"

The Death Lord's terrifying unnatural power deeply shocked and even instilled a sense of fear in the Sun Auxiliary Army on the outer armor defense line.

They hadn't expected that a single strike from their opponent could cause such terrible damage to the alloy wall.

Even more terrifying was that, because the Death Lord had cleared away the near-air firepower along the way, seven times the number of the Corruption Beasts were rushing towards them at an even faster speed, showing no signs of stopping.

That was a suicidal charge!

"Everyone retreat to the safe zone. Repeat, everyone retreat to the safe zone..."

Upon seeing this, Holmes, the garrison commander of the Thirteenth War Zone, immediately ordered a retreat.

He knew that the defensive zone could not withstand Chaos's suicide attacks, and retreating to minimize casualties was the best option.

As soon as the commander gave the order, the Sun Auxiliary Army descended from the thick metal walls at top speed, and even the personnel operating the large close-in weapon systems evacuated.

The corrupt behemoth is too close to the defensive line; there's no point in continuing the attack now.

Bang!
A corrupted void whale, with a mournful cry, crashed violently into the outer armored wall of this war zone, causing the entire war zone to tremble violently.

"corrosion!"

Then more corrupted void whales crashed in, their heads shattering violently upon impact, like bursting, rotten watermelons.

To Holmes's horror, the pus from the Corrupted Void Whale engulfed the walls, washing away the Sun Auxiliaries who had no time to retreat.

When they got up again, they had become abominations and undead, becoming part of the plague army.

In an instant, thick smoke rose from the area, unnatural pus continued to spread, and a yellow stench permeated deep into the defense line.

The plague's corrosive effects were so severe that even sanitation engineering systems struggled to eradicate it.

The defensive line of the outer armored wall was on the verge of collapse under this terrible impact.

Afterwards, the corrupted void whales that died from the impact seemed to have triggered some kind of ritual. Their entire bodies rapidly expanded under the influence of the gas generated inside them, and then exploded like balloons.

Unnatural pus gushed out, like a tsunami crashing against a dam, rapidly corroding and dissolving the outer armor wall that was originally several kilometers high and tens of meters thick, forming huge cavities.

Then the unnatural pus surged forward, damaging even more machinery, causing damage to energy pipelines, and disrupting even the most basic lighting system, making it flicker and dim.

Darkness is falling!
"Report to Terra Command: The outer defenses of the Thirteenth Theater have been destroyed. We need more assistance."

Upon seeing this, Holmes did not hesitate and immediately requested support from Terra command.

It will be difficult for them to hold the position now.

Just as the commander of the Sun's auxiliary forces was filled with worry, more corrupted void whales had already entered through the holes in the outer armor, and they slammed heavily onto the defensive platform's fire array.

Their attack was so decisive that hundreds of large turrets were destroyed on the spot, and then a yellow fog spread, causing more weapon arrays to fall into disarray and temporarily lose their firepower.

Even other machinery and communication channels in this war zone were interfered with to varying degrees.

The plague army has breached the outer defenses of the Thirteenth War Zone!

This resulted in numerous firepower vacuums in the airspace under the jurisdiction of the 13th War Zone, allowing more Chaos Allied forces to accelerate their advance towards the breach area.

Without a doubt, the Thirteenth War Zone, which Holmes was responsible for defending, was subjected to a large-scale concentrated attack, and the Chaos Being regarded this front as an important breakthrough point!

After the distress call was sent out, more Corrupted Void Whales landed on the giant defense platform.

The wet planks that protruded from their bellies served as gangways; they were so rudimentary.

Afterwards, the plague army limped down the wooden planks, their dripping pus and sap even corroding the surrounding metal.

Rust spots are visible to the naked eye.

That is the elite army of the Plague Lord, capable of corrupting any region.

Paji.

The plague messenger's swollen feet stepped onto the ground of the 13th War Zone of the Great Wall of Steel.

One after another, abominable beings with single horns staggered forward, their faces gloomy, muttering sacred numbers. They numbered a total of seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven, and this was merely the army aboard a single corrupted void whale.

These abominable plague messengers marched on, their pace quickening, to the sound of broken orchestral music.

Then more plague demons emerged, not even bothering to climb the wet gangway, but simply falling down or crawling out of the rotting flesh.

Woo!
The demon vanguard shouldered the massive stringed instrument and struggled to play a dull and piercing horn.

The sound was incredibly loud.

Then, the voice of the Seventh Demon Temple's Great Demon, Nagore, rang out, somewhat hesitant and stuttering:

"Humans...human beings reject the gifts of their loving father, which is despicable."

"Ahem, we march here in plague, under the names of chancroid, lymphogranuloma venereum, and inguinal cysts."

He scratched his groin, and maggots and pus splattered everywhere:

"Lord Mortalian, the benevolent father has given orders that we must seize this area before the seven bells have finished ringing!"
We will give them all the germs and destroy their hope!

With a roar from the Great Demon Nurgle, the plague army surged deeper into the defensive platform.

Not only them, but also seven times that number of plague armies were attacking various regions simultaneously.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Alliance army will take advantage of the gaps in air defense firepower to seize other giant defensive platforms.

"The walls of the savior will crumble from within..."

Mortalian watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction. The battle to annihilate the false emperor had made crucial progress.

After they seize this giant defensive platform, they will turn it into a plague-ridden territory, and the dark pilots will move in to corrupt all the machinery, turning it into part of chaos.

In this way, they can use the defensive platform built by the Savior to destroy other key nodes of the Great Wall of Steel from the inside, thus breaking the entire defense line!

hum~
Behind Mortalian, his servants had already carried down the giant clock, and the clock struck for the second time.

As the bell tolled, an invisible force spread outwards, and the mycelium of the fungal abyss grew from the void, slowly wrapping around the surrounding mechanical facilities.

He is stripping the platform of its control and extending his own territory into the area.

Of course, this requires the cooperation of the plague army, setting up seven plague arrays at key nodes to completely transform the hundreds-of-kilometers-long platform into a chaotic territory.

Then the Chaos Gods can use it to summon even more demons.

The Lord of Death gazed at the distant plague march and the rising fury of the plague beings.

He couldn't help but smile, as if he had already seen victory.

"Horus, we will complete the great task that was left unfinished ten thousand years ago," Mortalian said, unusually spirited.

“That’s the inevitable outcome.”

Horus's phantom gazed sternly as he reminded him, "Brother, follow the route I've indicated. Attack the Empire's weak points to gain more advantages."

The Dark Emperor is still micromanaging, controlling the Chaos Alliance's attack route in order to achieve final victory.

Everything is going according to plan!
Thirteenth War Zone, Second Line of the Giant Defense Platform

The plague marched on with a thunderous roar, its giant fly cavalry swarming everywhere, attacking fortifications, while humanity's dense artillery barrage held them back.

Puchi~
The putrid pus bombarded the wall, causing it to corrode rapidly, creating a large hole that exposed the logistics personnel of the Solar Auxiliary Army behind it.

"Savior above, we have lost the protection of our defenses!"

The logistics personnel, suddenly without their protective barrier, looked at the plague warriors outside, somewhat bewildered.

Then came an overwhelming fear as they felt the vicious rage of the plague warriors.

After a brief silence, the logistics personnel suddenly dropped their ammunition, tools, and weapons and ran for their lives.

"Humanity!"

"Corrode them, tear them apart!" The Plaguebringer roared, brandishing his rotting giant hammer and issuing the order to attack.

In fact, before he could finish speaking, the plague warriors rushed into the cave and excitedly chased after the humans.

They had been subjected to relentless bombardment these past few days and were already seething with anger.

Seeing so many vibrant human beings now, he could no longer control the murderous intent in his heart.

"Rot, all of you rot!" The plague warrior caught up with the slow-moving support personnel and cut them down with his broken iron sword.

It caused those humans to wail in agony from the torment of the germs, and then slowly turn into living corpses of plague.

However, they hadn't been chasing for long when they saw the logistics personnel suddenly split up and run off in both directions, seemingly encountering some kind of obstacle.

Then, the Plague Warriors saw everything beyond the horizon...

"Those guys who don't get sick!"

At the edge of the large hole, the Plague Messenger watched the hordes of Plague Warriors rushing in and muttered a few curses.

Then he moved his swollen leg, wanting to go in and corrode it as well.

However, before he could even go inside, he saw the plague warriors rushing out at an even faster pace, looking terrified and frantically running for their lives.

???

The plague messenger was puzzled. He turned to look at the large hole, and then his whole body went numb.

They were even blinded by the golden light.

He saw hordes of warriors in gleaming golden armor, hunting down the plague-infested creatures, each strike taking several plague lives.

It's all corn on the cob, an unstoppable force!

The Imperial Guard, so many, many times seven times the number of cursed Imperial Guards!
The plague messenger was incomprehensible.

This isn't the royal palace, is it? And isn't this the weak point Lord Mortalian mentioned? Why are there so many Imperial Guards here?!

He didn't have time to think, and wiggled his big butt as he ran out with the plague beings, afraid of falling behind.

We can't stay here any longer. There's no way we can fight such a large number of cursed imperial guards!

"For the Emperor!"

However, it was not long before the plague messenger and his army of plagues were overwhelmed by the Imperial Guard.

Tragedy fills the land.

???

Upon receiving the news, Mortalian turned pale; the plague army that had gone to attack the weak points had been completely wiped out.

The garrison in this area consisted entirely of the Imperial Guard, numbering in the thousands. Moreover, they had even more elite Space Marines to assist them in the battle!

That's called a weak area?

It's likely that they've directly attacked the core of the Great Wall of Steel, the empire's most crucial defensive position!
He turned to Horus and questioned him, his voice hoarse: "What exactly happened? Are you sure we chose the easiest line of defense to breach?!"

The promised micro-management is ruined by this!
More importantly, the Imperial Guard seems to be larger than the intelligence indicated, not just 20,000?!
Otherwise, it's hard to understand why they could appear in so many areas at the same time.

Horus fell silent in the face of all this, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He thought of another problem.

Mortalian also considered that if the vulnerable area was guarded by the Imperial Guard, then the other less vulnerable areas would be guarded by the Imperial Guard.

What is it?

Before he could react, a huge crimson mushroom cloud rose in the distance, and the shockwave spread out, blowing off the hood of the Death Lord.

This also plunged the two Fallen Primarchs into a deep silence, with Horus being particularly bewildered.

This is not a good situation!

"No, Thavers..."

Mortalian trembled all over; his most powerful genetic offspring, Tevers, had already lost its breath.

The enemy's army, which was the Death Guard's most elite force, also no longer existed.

His face turned even greener, and he cursed, "My elite troops, Horus, I'll send them at eight in the morning!"

(End of this chapter)