Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 773 Chaos Gods: Horus, how disobedient you are! Disarm yourselves! I told you to disarm yourselves!
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The sky was covered by a series of red spots, followed by a blood-red expanse.

That was the Blood God's chaotic ritual.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!" Numerous corpses and even living beings were thrown into the blood magic array, including many corpses of Chaos fanatics.

Even some of the howling Khorne demons had their heads cut off and pushed into the magic circle to become sacrificial nourishment.

There was no other way; the offerings were insufficient. Who would have thought that cultists couldn't be found even in the solar system, let alone enough blood and corpses from the war?

The Khorne wizards had no choice but to temporarily use some chaotic beings to make up the numbers, thus constructing a blood magic circle to summon reinforcements.

That was an enormous expenditure, a loss-making sacrifice, with the lion's share going to the great Blood God.

This is roughly equivalent to the believer Kuku sending an empty package to Khorne and then saying, "Old Deng, hurry up and send me the money!"
"What blasphemy..."

The phantom of the Blood God Khorne looked at this scene and his face darkened considerably.

In the past, if He had seen believers treating Him so perfunctorily and blasphemously, He would have overturned the magic circle and devoured everything around Him.

But now He has no choice but to accept all of this, thus summoning more demonic reinforcements to support Horus in winning the siege of Terra.

Otherwise, He would lose even more.

Khorne, the Blood God, began the ritual, his face dark as he acknowledged the prayers of his followers, then drew upon his immense power and poured it into the blood array.

Such a great expenditure even made Him feel a little empty. The recent continuous consumption had brought considerable pressure to His divine body.

In short, it was a huge loss.

He could only hope that Horus would win the battle, seal off the cursed, and then replenish the lost faith and power by plunging the galaxy back into darkness.

Perhaps once the Chaos Gods have divided up the power of the human empire and the savior, they will not only break even but also make a considerable profit.

As the power of the Blood God's faith was poured in, reality was distorted once again, and the platform area occupied by chaos began to tremble violently.

Click!

The machinery collapsed, sending large chunks of steel debris crashing down, followed by a giant, blood-red beam of light that destroyed everything around it.

"Blood God!"

"We will join this great slaughter!"

The spreading pillar of light engulfed the Khorne wizards who were manipulating the blood magic circle, and they too became nourishment.

The ethereal lava flames ignited, and a new army of Blood God demons emerged from the sea of ​​lava blood—

The ferocious bloodsuckers brandished their longswords, the two-headed hounds drooled, and more demons, along with abominable war chariots and violent demon engines, marched in formation under the war horns.

The final formation consisted of eight times the number of high-level bloodthirsty berserkers, totaling sixty-four!
"War, slaughter!"

The appearance of these Khorne demons unleashed towering lava and seas of blood, causing the entire platform to turn into a brass-like substance.

It has become the territory of the Blood God under the influence of the power of killing.

The strength of this Blood God support army alone is eight times that of the army that invaded the Liongate of Terra before!
At the same time, on the other defense platforms, different colored, abominable beams of light also fell.

The fog of desire permeates the machinery, causing it to grow slippery tentacles; foul sludge spreads, turning the steel platform into a swampy wasteland; chaotic flames and crystals create labyrinths throughout the area.

The other Chaos Gods poured their faith into summoning their own armies of Chaos Demons from their domains.

This includes Chaos Demons whose numbers are multiples of their own Holy Number.

After expending a great deal of energy, the merciful father lay back down on the rotten wooden bed in the dark hut, feeling somewhat weak.

His mountain-like body trembled slightly, and the wounds left by the cursed one festered again, with pus flowing down like a raging waterfall, disappearing into the endless abyss beneath the rotten bed.

The pain from those wounds caused it to groan incessantly.

"My apostles, destroy the Savior's defenses as soon as possible."

The Lord of Plagues cast his gaze upon Horus, the Dark Emperor, and the entire Chaos Temple was filled with immense pressure.

Not only Him, but also the phantoms of the Blood God, the Lord of Change, and the Lord of Pleasure appeared, giving Horus a warning.

The illusory figures of the Chaos Gods stood in the endless vortex above the Chaos Palace, overlooking everything in this area. The pressure they exerted was enough to make any being tremble with fear.

“A loving father.”

A flicker of struggle and disgust crossed Mortalian's face before he bowed respectfully toward the area where the phantoms of the Chaos Gods were located.

The Fallen Primarch's attitude toward the Plague Lord was complex, a mixture of reverence and a sense of forced humiliation and unwilling submission.

This feeling is especially strong when facing that being up close.

Without a doubt, he eventually gave in.

At this moment, Magnus and the other fallen Primarchs also bowed and submitted to the control of the Chaos Gods.

After they were resurrected through cloned bodies, their will was more controlled by the gods, making it almost impossible for them to disobey their will.

In addition, the other Chaos Warriors and high-ranking beings in the Chaos Hall also knelt down and paid their respects.

They dared not show the slightest sign of disobedience.

“That’s the inevitable outcome.”

Horus sat on his throne without any fear, nor did he submit to the authority of the gods like the other fallen primates.

His will seems even stronger than it was ten thousand years ago.

The Dark Emperor did not even rise from his throne, but instead looked up at the phantom images of the gods' power like a king, meeting their gaze.

He did not obey.

Even his Dark Guards did not; they all stood tall, unlike the other Chaos Warriors who succumbed to the gods' power under their oppressive might.

The Dark Guard considered themselves warriors of Horus, the Dark Emperor, not servants of the Chaos Gods.

Simply put, they only have the Dark Emperor in their eyes, not the gods.

After all, they had followed Horus in the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago, and were his most loyal personal guards and genetic offspring.

Even in death, the souls of the Dark Royal Guard remained loyal to Horus until he summoned them back using Chaos Fel energy, and they continued to fight alongside him.

Those who bowed deeply, including Mortalian, felt a cold sweat break out on their foreheads upon seeing Horus's disrespectful manner.

They desperately wanted to remind their brother to maintain reverence for the gods, instead of such blasphemy.

That might incur the wrath of the Chaos Gods.

Ok?
As expected, Horus's posture immediately froze the atmosphere in the Chaos Temple.

The phantoms of the gods changed their expressions slightly and burst into raging evil flames.

They couldn't believe it—not just Horus, but even those lowly Dark Guardians of Chaos dared to defy the authority of Chaos?!

As the gods' emotions fluctuated, they instinctively unleashed an even more terrifying pressure, covering the area.

This put even more pressure on the Dark Guards, causing cracks to appear on their black armor to appear to varying degrees.

Even so, they persisted in withstanding the pressure, showing no sign of submission and displaying an unyielding attitude.

Only when Horus gently raised his hand did the Dark Guards kneel down, no longer resisting the divine power.

Under his orders, the Dark Guards finally "disarmed".

Such behavior was more blasphemous than resolute resistance, and the atmosphere within the Chaos Temple grew increasingly tense.

Everyone could feel the faint rage emanating from the gods.

"The great gods."

Horus seemed to know nothing, his face full of apology.

He finally rose from his throne and looked up at the chaotic gods in mid-air:

"Please don't mind, these guards have fought alongside me for centuries."

They only know how to obey my military orders, but they are unaware of the existence of the gods…

The Dark Emperor's arrogant and rebellious words plunged the Chaos Gods into a brief silence.

They expended enormous evil energy to resurrect Horus, and even the Dark Guard were summoned back by Horus at the cost of their power.

Now they've all become that guy's private army?!

This reminded the gods of the Cursed One, who, under the guise of cooperation, stole their power and created Primarchs as weapons against Chaos.

As expected, the cursed one and his offspring are no good!

The atmosphere in the Chaos Temple turned icy, and the pressure from the gods grew stronger and stronger, even Horus felt considerable pressure.

His breathing became heavy. "Horus, we have given you the gift you desired; you know the consequences of failure."

The Lord of Plague finally spoke, and together with the other gods, they subtly blocked the Blood God Khorne to prevent further accidents at a crucial moment in the battle.

Of course I know.

More than anything else here, I yearn to win this victory and drag the skeletal remains of the false emperor from his throne.

Horus's attitude was so firm that his voice echoed throughout the Temple of Chaos:
"My only request is that you and anyone else not interfere with my commands."

"In this siege of Terra, there can only be one voice: I, Horus Lupecal, the Dark Emperor of Mankind!"

He was more assertive than ever before, to the point that it was as if he were demanding something of the gods, without any worship whatsoever.

Horus, who commanded a large army, knew that the gods desperately needed him; they needed him, the Dark Emperor, to win this crucial battle.

More importantly, there was no one else besides him who could undertake this mission.

Simply put, the Chaos Gods have invested too much in Horus, and he has been elevated to a position of power.

There's no going back.

Moreover, time is of the essence now, and the cursed ones could ascend to the Dark Lord at any moment, leaving them no time to readjust.

We can only hope that the chosen one of the gods, the Dark Emperor, can win this battle and bring a return on our investment.

Knowing they were trapped, the Chaos Gods wisely chose to compromise.

Especially when it comes to the cursed, nothing is more important than survival.

After the Chaos Gods finished threatening, their figures slowly disappeared.

These chaotic evil gods with infinite life know that as long as they survive, they have plenty of time to settle all the accumulated blasphemy and hatred.

"Father, this is the war we never finished..."

Horus returned to his throne, thinking to himself.

Unbeknownst to him, this Dark Emperor had already seized control of the situation and was using the power of the Chaos Gods to complete his unfinished work.

That will determine who the true ruler of humanity is, once he seals off the false emperor and seizes the power of the opponent and the Golden Throne.

At that time, even the Chaos Gods will be powerless against him in the galactic reality, and he will become the true Dark Emperor of mankind!
Beneath the throne, the Fallen Primarchs, including Mortalian, looked at Horus with a hint of awe.

This dark emperor has accumulated even more power and has already taken on the posture of a king!
“My brothers, now it’s time to put some pressure on Roger Dorn, that wretched Commander-in-Chief of Terra…”

Horus looked toward the distant Great Wall of Steel and said this.

His army is now more than ten times stronger than it was ten thousand years ago, and he is confident that it can destroy any defense line!
Then, the Dark Emperor issued countless orders in an instant, and the Chaos army was organized like a finely tuned cog in a machine.

Every ounce of their power was utilized, making them stronger than ever before!
Within minutes, several large defense platforms had fallen, and many war zones were under heavy attack.

In particular, the Thirteenth War Zone saw vast areas fall into chaos, turning into Chaos territory and allowing the Chaos Army to gain a firm foothold.

Meanwhile, the imperial garrison was constantly retreating, utterly powerless to resist.

This gave the Fallen Primarch and the higher demons even more confidence; the Dark Emperor's abilities were indeed far superior to those of the Lord of the Mountain Array and the Guardian of Terra—Rogg Dorn.

Given the current situation, even if the emperor were to awaken and take command, it might be difficult to reverse the situation.

As for that savior, no one cares anymore.

The rampant chaos caused the void to burn fiercely, and even Horus's figure and the warp's phantom expanded further.

He is using this battle to strengthen his own power.

That was a terrifying sight that even mortal armies and high-ranking warriors of the empire had never encountered before; the chaos was unprecedentedly powerful!

Such arrogance also affected the imperial guards on the Great Wall of Steel.

The torn void, the various fel energy projections, and the terrifying phantom from the warp were all laid out before everyone.

This made it difficult for people on all the defensive lines to breathe, and they also experienced intense mental pressure.

Some people began to feel fear.

Fortunately, the black stone devices throughout the defense line were activated, and with the protection of the Savior statue, further spiritual corruption was prevented.

Otherwise, the sheer number of distorted phantom clones and malevolent gazes of the Chaos Gods alone would be enough to drive massive armies of mortals completely insane.

Even to the point of becoming a chaotic existence.

Even the Space Marines will be affected to varying degrees, resulting in a significant reduction in their combat effectiveness.

This is what makes the Chaos Gods so terrifying; their mere existence can bring horrific destruction to humanity.

But that was before. Thanks to the continuous efforts of the savior and the new empire over the past century, humanity had long since developed means to resist the corruption of chaos.

Even so, the massive projected armies of the Horus traitor and the Chaos Gods still posed a considerable threat to the Great Wall defenses.

"Savior!"
"That damned army of chaos is practically engulfing our war zone! Those spineless traitors look like they're ready to fight us to the death..."

The second-level honorary soldier and veteran of Kadia spat and cursed, clearly somewhat nervous.

Through the terrace window, he saw the flames of war on the giant defensive platform in the distance, and the demons.

Even though he had experienced several apocalyptic wars with individual combat armored units over the past century, he had never seen such a terrifying scene.

The number of demons was more than that of insects, like layers of dark clouds in the void.

On the other side, veteran Krieg, also a Level 2 Honor Warrior, wiped the dagger in his hand, seemingly unaffected by all of this.

He wasn't very talkative and didn't have much feeling for demons.

This battle-hardened veteran Krieg's attitude towards the enemy was to wait for orders and then charge in.

Until they died loyally in battle.

"Brothers, this may be our last battle. There are more abominations than the man-eating grass in the jungles of our planet!"

This is what the Qatari warriors said.

He took a hearty swig of strong liquor to warm his muscles, which were tense from anxiety.

"Don't be nervous, we'll just wait for orders."

Deraining came over and patted his old buddy Katachan on the shoulder; the Storm Group insignia on his chest indicated that he was a first-class honor soldier.

Even so, he was still a low-ranking combat squad commander.

In fact, Drainen was capable of rising through the ranks, even becoming a high-ranking member of the Storm Legion.

But he was reluctant, preferring to go to the front lines with his brothers, and they felt the same way.

At that moment, several commanders of the Storm Army walked by.

Upon seeing the badges of honor on Deraining and the others, they instinctively gave a military salute, showing great respect.

Although the soldiers in front of them were of lower rank, the other side was far superior to ordinary commanders in the honor sequence.

Even high-ranking commanders, or even army commanders, must treat these honored veterans with utmost respect.

After Drinin and the others returned the greeting, the commanders hurriedly left, and the atmosphere seemed to become even more tense.

bang——

Suddenly, flames burst forth, followed by a delightful aroma.

That was the logistics cooks stirring and stir-frying, providing a fresh lunch for the soldiers in this dining area.

"Savior above."

Sigh, we've waited so long, I wonder when it will be our turn.

Let's eat first, so everyone has the strength to go to the battlefield and give those demon bastards a good beating!

DeLainen said this, his tone somewhat complaining.

In this restaurant area, many more soldiers, just like them, were waiting for orders.

Meanwhile, they proudly showed off their sumptuous lunch, with all the ingredients delivered fresh and cooked on the spot, without any pre-prepared ingredients.

???

In a corner of the restaurant, a decaying fly slowly emerged, and a certain being observed the situation in this area from the fly's perspective.

The being who witnessed this scene sensed something was amiss.

Wasn't it said that the Imperial garrison was under great pressure? It doesn't seem like that at all!
(End of this chapter)