Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 772 Horus: Roger Dorne is far inferior to me. Let him see what the art of war is!
"You should probably shut up."

When Horus was insulted by Mortalian, his terrifying demonic body suddenly erupted in evil flames, and his voice was like claws scraping across the entire area.

If it weren't for wartime, he would have shown that brother what true respect was!
Horus retained his composure and restrained his anger.

He stared at the Death Lord and said slowly, "The current setbacks do not affect the overall battle situation, my brother. You need more patience..."

What the Dark Emperor didn't say was that the Plague Elite led by Typhus was merely bait.

He manipulated the Imperial garrison, drawing their attention and controlling troop movements on the battlefield.

The real attack was hidden in the shadows and reached the core area.

Of course, he was somewhat surprised by the Imperial garrison's fierce attack, which swiftly devoured the bait.

Horus knew that the Mortalians would swallow this bitter pill, and might even have hoped for it to happen.

After all, Taufus had repeatedly disobeyed the other party's orders and even competed for favor with the Plague Lord, challenging the status of that petty brother.

That brother couldn't stand being looked down upon, and if it weren't for the Plague Lord's indulgence or intervention, he probably would have killed that rebellious offspring long ago.

Horus saw all of this clearly, and while controlling the battle, he also helped his brother out of a minor trouble.

He was in control of the situation.

"If you can't break through the Savior's defenses, I'll settle this score with you!"

Mortalian remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

As Horus had predicted, the Lord of Death suppressed his anger and stopped pursuing the matter of Tephus's death.

But he still sounded somewhat dissatisfied; no entity can easily accept losing an elite force.

The Chaos Alliance's offensive has now suffered a major setback. Not only the Plague Army, but other Chaos armies have also been hit to varying degrees.

It is difficult to move forward.

"An elite force has already penetrated the core area of ​​this defensive platform. Once they occupy it, they can blockade the surrounding area."

Horus finally revealed his plan, a turning point that would influence the entire battle.

He looked at Mortalian, his tone leaving no room for argument: "All the foolish Imperial Guards who tried to provide support have been trapped by Magnus and his wizards."

You send a force to help Alpharis's ghost forces and the World Eaters seize the target area.

At that time, this giant defensive platform will become an isolated place, utterly reduced to the territory of chaos!

The Dark Emperor seized every possible opportunity, skillfully dividing his enemies many times over and trapping them, making it difficult for them to break free.

Then, they dispatched elite Chaos troops to board and raid the core area of ​​the Imperial front, catching the enemy completely off guard and preventing them from returning to reinforce.

This is the terrifying aspect of his military talent; every army was put to full use and developed in the direction he envisioned.

Even the Abomination Intelligence Array cannot calculate to this extent.

If the Empire hadn't piled all its forces here, they would have swept through this front long ago!

Mortalian glanced at Horus and nodded: "In the name of the Father, I will send another elite force."

Although the First Plague Force led by Tevers was destroyed, he still had other elite troops under his command.

With the assistance of numerous plague demons, it retains at least 70% of its strength.

He didn't actually want Tevers to die, but since the other man did die, there was nothing he could do about it.

That was all for the cause of our great and loving father.

Perhaps without the constraints of his rebellious offspring and those vying for favor, his plague army could unleash even greater fighting power.

Afterwards, Mortalian dispatched his Plague Fourth Division, which was led by a high-ranking Chaos Archdeacon known as the Heart Eater.

They carry a virus called "the plague of the eaters," which can cruelly devour flesh and blood.

Moreover, the army contains a number of plague wizards and warp lifeforms.

Mortalian believed that with the support of this elite force, the Chaos Alliance would surely be able to capture the plaza platform and then control the entire area.

Under the guidance of Horus, the chosen brother of the gods, he could feel the great plague lord and benevolent father behind him gradually becoming calm.

Instead of being filled with anger.

The merciful Lord of Plague was also watching this battle closely, without the slightest lapse in vigilance.

Not only Him, but also the other Chaos Gods.

They were all watching the success or failure of the siege of Terra, as it concerned the future of Chaos.

Mortalian knew what a tragic fate awaited them if they, the corrupted Primarchs, failed; they would inevitably become homeless dogs.

No matter the cost, they must win!
After the fourth Plague Force disappears, board and teleport to the target position.

Mortalians, Horus, and many others were anxiously awaiting news, hoping for good news.

At the same time, they concealed their tracks to avoid being found by loyal beings like Roger Dorn, which would only lead to further disadvantages.

……

The Thirteenth War Zone's massive defense platform, the central plaza.

The ghostly forces of Alpharis, the Lord of the Serpent and the Fallen Primarch, along with the ferocious firepower of the World Eaters, suppressed the isolated Imperial forces within the defensive line.

With the assistance of other Chaos allies, they had the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the position, and they had a numerical advantage.

Faced with forces several times their size, the Imperial warriors had no choice but to retreat to buy time and wait for reinforcements.

However, what awaited them was an even larger army of chaos.

The Heart Eater, leader of the Fourth Plague Force, arrived with elite Death Guards and a large number of Plague Demons.

His body was covered with pustules with sharp teeth, spewing out large amounts of viral bacteria that corroded the soldiers' wounds.

The wounds on the Imperial Space Marines festered at a visible rate, their muscles atrophied, and they suffered from high temperatures, fever, dizziness, and their immune systems were further destroyed.

Their flesh and blood are being devoured by germs, leaving hideous holes that are difficult to heal.

This greatly affected the combat effectiveness of the Imperial garrison, leading to further collapse of the defensive line and forcing a retreat to deeper areas.

What's more troublesome is that they can no longer retreat; behind them lies a core engine room.

"In the name of the benevolent father and the lord of death, devour all flesh and blood, and seize this area!"

Wherever the heart-eater goes, even corpses on the ground are devoured by germs invisible to the naked eye.

The battlefield is his plague kitchen, where the plague eaters feast, giving the plague demons even more power.

This made his already bloated body even more swollen, so much so that even the heavy artillery fire of the Dreadnought was difficult to shake him.

This abominable plague entity broke through the defenses with its mountain-like body, stuffing a Dreadnought into its belly and corroding it completely.

It was so terrible.

Not only flesh and blood, but even steel could hardly withstand his terrifying plague and stomach acid.

But he was still not satisfied.

"Cowards of the Empire, where do you intend to run to?" The Heart Eater licked its lips, clearly dissatisfied.

Most of the Imperial warriors did not continue to hold the line, but retreated, causing his plague bacteria to lose a lot of food.

Afterwards, the Heart Eater led the Plague Army, along with the Ghost Army and the World Eaters, in pursuit.

Vicious plague and fierce firepower followed closely behind, greedily hunting down the Empire's armed forces.

However, once the Heart Eaters and their companions had ventured deep into a large platform, they abruptly stopped.

The imperial forces stopped fleeing, seemingly because the other side had something to rely on.

The statues of the Savior and the Living Saint standing on the platform gave them an ominous feeling.

"This is probably an Imperial conspiracy," the Ghost Squad commander said slowly, his face glowing slightly.

He suffered many losses in his clashes with the Imperial garrison and became more cautious.

"Coward, are you afraid to fight?"

Don't forget the Dark Emperor's orders; he will not forgive any coward!

The World Eater commander's voice was full of violence, clearly indicating that he was struggling to control his emotions amidst the carnage.

He roared and gave the order to continue the attack:

"Slaughter! Tear apart every human being who can move, let them bleed until they have no blood left!"

The follower of Khorne led the remaining World Eaters forward without hesitation. "We need to take over the engine room in this area, no matter the cost."

The heart-eater swallowed a heart and gave a rather serious reminder.

Neither the great benevolent father nor the Lord of Death could tolerate the current stagnation any longer.

They desperately need new progress to make up for previous losses.

More importantly, this opportunity for a surprise attack was hard-won and fleeting; missing it would affect the overall battle situation.

At this moment, the flames on the Ghost Force commander's face contorted in terror, clearly indicating that he had received some kind of stern warning.

They quickly reached an agreement and followed the World Eater to launch a final attack on the area.

However, the charge of the Heart Eaters and their companions was only halfway through when they suddenly noticed that the statue of the Savior and the surrounding statues were trembling.

This triggered panic among the chaotic beings, who feared it was some kind of large mechanical weapon, or the arrival of a new power.

"There is no need to be afraid. The statue of the savior cannot move. Moreover, the gods have created a new barrier, and his power can no longer spread!"

The Heart Eater was clearly very experienced, knowing about the Savior's Blessing event that had occurred at the Martian Blockade.

He learned more about the statue of the Savior and knew that as long as he did not attack it, he would not trigger the statue's counterattack system.

The fact that this plague existed reassured the Chaos army somewhat.

The statue of the Savior was only trembling temporarily; there was no fluctuation of power yet, so it's not a big problem!

thump—

Before they could even rejoice, they saw the savior's statue, over a hundred meters tall, suddenly stand up and crush several unfortunate World Eaters with a single stomp.

???

This scene left the chaotic beings completely bewildered. Wasn't it supposed to be that the statue of the Savior wouldn't move? How did it suddenly stand up?!

Not only the Savior statue, but also other living saint statues began to move, attacking the surrounding chaotic entities, each strike taking away many chaotic lives.

Even more terrifying, psionic energy emanated from those horrific giant statues, forming flames and arcs that swept away large numbers of troops.

"Oh no, this is a vicious trap..."

The Heart Eater was already numb. How could the Savior be so depraved as to stuff an Emperor-level psionic Titan into his own icon!

In reality, this was not a trap. The Imperial garrison was genuinely caught off guard by the surprise attack and had no choice but to activate the area's regular defense forces.

The Savior Statues are all graded. The statues at the Wall of Arat were just tourist models, while the statues in this important area are guardian models, capable of autonomously attacking invading enemies.

Moreover, due to the supreme status of the savior, the Holy Statue Psionic Titan was basically manufactured with the most advanced technology. It is usually placed here as a scenic spot in the holy land and there is almost no need to deploy it to other battlefields.

This shows the wealth of the new empire, or rather, that the casting department has become immersed in its sacred art of casting.

"My loving father!"

The chaotic beings, such as the Heart Eaters, found it difficult to comprehend the thought process of the new empire and were greatly shocked.

Faced with this terrifying Emperor-class vehicle and even more psionic titans, they were plunged into utter despair.

Including the Emperor-class psionic Titan, there are a total of thirteen high-level Titan machines.

In this situation, are they really going to fight with their heads up and their bare bodies against an Emperor-level psionic titan?!

"For the savior!"

The imperial garrison in the area, seeing the situation reversed, excitedly returned to fight.

The warriors of the Redemption Order, in particular, trembled as they ruthlessly slaughtered demons and heretics.

Fighting alongside the new empire is so exhilarating; they've never achieved such perfect results before.

With extremely low casualties, they destroyed a large number of Chaos armies.

loyalty!

……

Chaos Temple.

Horus, sitting on his throne, was sweating profusely, even though he had done everything in his power and sent several times the number of troops to attack the core battlefield.

But in the end, it still failed.

The defensive strength in that core area was somewhat beyond expectations.

Moreover, once the Imperial Guards broke free of their restraints, he was no longer able to send troops to provide support.

This triggered a chain reaction, making it impossible for the raid plan to continue.

This caused the battle to remain in a stalemate, with Chaos gradually losing ground.

At this moment, the phantom of Mortalian appeared, clearly already furious and wanting to confront him.

Other corrupted Primarchs also appeared, casting deeply questioning glances.

A challenge to the authority of the Dark Emperor is about to take place.

Horus was not frustrated or discouraged by all of this, nor did he fly into a rage; he quickly calmed down.

This top human commander knew that anger and complaining would not solve any problems.

He looked at the Fallen Primarchs and spoke first:

“My brothers, look at yourselves now, fearful, hesitant, uneasy, trying to find excuses to shirk your failures?”

To become disheartened by a temporary setback is merely an excuse for incompetence.

Horus turned the tables and took control of the situation:
"The war is not over yet."

True power never complains about being at a disadvantage. I was born for war and will become the ruler of the battlefield.

There's no doubt about that!

The Dark Emperor was so confident, but the likes of Mortalian remained silent and did not refute him.

They had fought countless battles with that brother and knew he wasn't being arrogant, but simply telling the truth.

From the Great Crusade to the Siege of Terra, Horus, the brother favored by the gods, repeatedly turned defeat into victory in dire circumstances.

They wiped out countless heretics and aliens, and defeated countless enemies, including their former brothers and the troops commanded by the false emperor.

They even stormed the palace and launched a surprise attack on the throne.

Horus faced many more difficult battles than he did then, but he won them all.

Before the final result is in, no one dares to say that Horus will be defeated.

At least Mortalian believed that the current obstacles were only temporary, and that the Savior and the loyal Primarchs on Terra would find it difficult to defeat Horus, who had the support of the gods.

They have more means and backup forces.

"Gentlemen, we did not break through the defenses, but we did gain the opportunity to reinforce our troops."

Horus looked at the crowd and said, "Next, we will not be at a great disadvantage in terms of manpower; that will be the real attack!"

Although the previous raid failed, they still managed to acquire a significant amount of land to deploy chaotic magic arrays, providing them with a foothold for their troops.

This can be considered a victory in some way.

The Chaos Gods agreed to his request for reinforcements and, gritting their teeth, committed even more Chaos troops.

Many of the troops were drawn from the battlefield of the highest heaven.

Of course, temporarily deploying such a large number of troops to the galactic reality is extremely costly and only results in losses, making it a pure loss-making venture.

As a result, even the battlefield at the highest heavens fell into calm, and a temporary ceasefire was declared.

There was no other way; they had to agree to the Dark Emperor's request, no matter how difficult it was, to provide him with the necessary troops in order to win the battle.

The Chaos Gods, already held in high esteem by Horus, could not accept the consequences of defeat, especially after recalling the terrifying gaze of the Dark Lord's phantom.

They kept betting, going all in, and gambled away their life savings!

"War is not just about piling up resources and troops; it also requires strategy and command capabilities."

Horus said:
"The current commander of the Terra garrison is Roger Dorn. You all know his strength; he's still lacking in ability to deal with me..."

He returned to his throne, staring coldly at the fallen Primarchs:
"Gentlemen, the general offensive has begun. I will show that so-called Terran commander what the art of war truly is!"

(End of this chapter)