Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 775 Fugen: Ah, what a perfect body, face me, Saint Gilles!

The changes within the Chaos Temple drew the attention of the Fallen Primarchs, who frowned deeply.

The anger came from the Dark Emperor; it seemed the other side had received new intelligence.

"What happened?"

Magnus, his eyes flashing with crimson flames, couldn't help but ask, worried that this change might involve the false emperor on the throne.

He knew full well the enormity of his crimes, and that once the false emperor escaped, he would certainly not forgive him.

The other corrupted Primarchs also looked up at the throne; anything that could enrage Horus must be extraordinary.

Whether the matter pertains to the siege of Terra or to the False Emperor himself, it is not good news.

They wanted to win this war even more than they did ten thousand years ago, and they wanted to step back into the palace and use the divine artifact to finally settle their score with the false emperor.

"The campaign is going well, you have nothing to worry about." Horus's voice still carried some anger, but he didn't offer the Fallen Primarchs much explanation.

This is also difficult to explain.

You can't exactly say that you were so angered by the comments of a group of ordinary people that you lost control of your temper, can you?

Magnus nodded after receiving the answer and did not pursue the matter further.

Horus was one of the best commanders among mankind, possessing unparalleled command abilities, and he would not engage in deception or lie during war.

If the other party says there's no problem, then there must be no problem, and there's no need to ask any further questions.

If there's something I need to know, that brother will definitely tell me.

Magnus felt much more at ease and continued to use his mental energy to break through the psionic defenses of the Great Wall of Steel.

The black stone devices created by the saviors caused great trouble for the Thousand Sons Wizard and the demons.

This makes it difficult for them to use large-scale witchcraft to attack the Great Wall.

Otherwise, no matter how magnificent the Great Wall of Steel the Savior created, it would be difficult to resist the chaotic storms from the warp.

Those cracks would tear apart any thick metal wall as easily as tearing paper.

"Once I break through the Blackstone device's blockade, I can send those ugly steel creations into the warp."

Let them be completely devoured by chaos!

Magnus thought to himself.

Now that the false emperor is asleep on the throne, his psychic powers cannot even extend beyond the palace, making it impossible to stop his actions at the psychic level.

The only problem is that the Black Stone Blockade Line built by the Savior is a physical defense.

He wanted to break through it with fel energy, which was very difficult and would take some time.

"No mechanical creation can stop the Wizard King."

Magnus was confident that he could break through the physical blockade of the Black Stone mechanical structure; it was an inevitable outcome.

He could even break through the net barrier back then, so there's no reason for him to be stopped by this tiny black stone machine!
The Crimson King, humanity's top wizard, no longer paid attention to the outside world, focusing all his attention on continuing his fel energy invasion.

It's like some kind of program intrusion; it needs to slowly infiltrate until it accumulates enough power to tear through all the barriers at once.

At that time, all of humanity will be exposed to the corrosive effects of chaos, leading to a chain reaction.

The more troops the savior gathers, the more devastating the defeat will be!

This is the terrifying aspect of chaos magic: no matter how magnificent the steel defenses are built, they are difficult to withstand the all-pervasive chaos.

The once-impregnable fortresses of the empire were breached by chaos in this way, and the garrison within fell into an endless abyss in their madness.

Horus glanced at the Crimson King, paying him little attention.

The opponent is not a factor in winning this battle; he never relies on such uncertain factors.

He suppressed his emotions and stopped paying attention to the opinions of those ordinary people; they were not worthy of any attention and had no value for reference.

"Ignorance, stupidity—it seems humanity hasn't grasped what kind of enemy they will face..."

Horus quelled the surrounding fel flames and revealed a cold smile:
"However, they are right about one thing: I have hidden a great deal of my strength, much more so than they imagined!"

Humanity ultimately underestimated this Dark Emperor, becoming arrogant and failing to immediately commit all its forces to the front lines.

Horus did not launch a full-scale attack; he was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to destroy the Imperial Iron Line in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, he saw that opportunity, and it was getting closer and closer.

“That guy Roger Dorn doesn’t understand what real war is at all. He’s so slow to mobilize his troops, and his defenses are full of holes.”

Horus said this.

The empire's troop movements are now too crude, lacking both command and strategic awareness.

Simply retreating into a humiliating shell will only invite more threats.

“That fool Dorn hesitated; he’s afraid of us…”

Fugrim’s effeminate voice rang out, full of mockery, and his repulsive snake body hissed.

He was one of the most cunning Primarchs, and he outmaneuvered Primarchs such as Guilliman, Peturabo, and Feralus.

Second only to Horus.

Although this fallen phoenix has become insane, it still possesses a keen enough sense of judgment.

Roger Dorn clearly lacked confidence in this battle, even his troop movements were hesitant and minimal, as if he were afraid of something going wrong.

In this situation, he will find it difficult to respond effectively and will only make the situation worse.

"What do you think, my flawless brother?"

Forgrim turned to look at the other Primarch, his soft serpentine tail coiling around him as if trying to "embrace" the being.

However, the Primarch remained silent. A beam of light swept past, and an elegant sword light left a deep mark on the Fallen Phoenix's serpentine tail.

If he hadn't dodged in time, the snake's tail would have been split in two.

"Hiss~ Do you want to experience my torture? Lick me!"

Fury instantly surged, his fangs bared, and he drew his poisoned sword, lunging at the Primarch.

But before it could launch an attack, this vicious creature stopped.

Horus appeared before the Fallen Phoenix at some unknown time, raised his hand and grabbed the other's neck, rendering him unable to move.

Those twisted tentacles were charred black by the black flames.

Such terrifying speed and power made the Fallen Primarchs within the Chaos Temple extremely wary, and even broke out in a cold sweat.

They realized that they would have little chance of resisting the Dark Emperor, and might even be crushed to death by him.

Horus and the Dark Emperor's power has now far exceeded the scope of the Primarch and is even stronger than when they severely injured the Emperor ten thousand years ago!

"Hehehe~"
Horus, I apologize to you, please forgive me…

With the immense force causing his neck bones to break one by one, Forgrim managed to squeeze out those words.

Even this fallen phoenix, who had once defeated several Primarchs, had to submit to Horus's pressure and obey his orders.

Otherwise, the Dark Emperor would rip his head and spine out of his body in the next second!

“Fogg, I’m glad you can control your emotions.”

Horus finally released the Fallen Phoenix and patted it on the shoulder as if nothing had happened.

His terrifying power was something even Primarchs could hardly resist.

He then turned to another Primarch, his tone leaving no room for argument:

“Sanguielles, perhaps you should also restrain yourself instead of drawing your sword in front of me.”

At that moment, the archangel's sword was almost piercing through, but he ultimately stopped attacking and withdrew the sword.

This Primarch was so perfect that every part of his body conformed to the golden ratio, almost reaching the limit that humans could achieve.

Even the savior, the emperor of the empire, could only rival him in terms of special effects. But now, he was shrouded in filthy evil energy, and even his pure white wings had turned a dirty gray.

While these flaws cannot overshadow his perfection, they ultimately lack a touch of loyalty and sanctity.

The archangel's gaze toward Horus and Phorgrim flashed with a hint of disgust, yet he was unable to resist the control of Chaos.

Regardless, his eyes still held hatred for the traitors, something hidden deep within his soul that could never be erased.

"Heh, I'm curious to see what kind of expressions Roger Dorn and the others will have when they see you."

Horus wore a mocking expression, showing no respect whatsoever for the archangel he had just smashed into a pulp.

He was nothing more than a defeated opponent, not to mention that the opponent was already a puppet of the Chaos Gods.

The Chaos Gods used a sliver of Saint Gilles' true spirit and cloning technology to resurrect him and firmly control him, turning him into a servant of Chaos.

They believed that when this archangel appeared on the battlefield, it would be a huge blow to the morale of the empire.

It can also affect the Holy Blood Angels stationed on the steel defense line.

Of course, their more important purpose was to humiliate the loyal Primarchs and the Cursed by blaspheming the Archangels.

"Alright, get ready. Soon we will return to Terra and face that false emperor."

Sometime later, Horus returned to his throne.

With astonishing intellect, he continued to issue commands to the army of chaos, tens of thousands of instructions being transmitted to all parts of the world in milliseconds.

In an instant, the roars of demons and the artillery fire outside intensified several times over, and the roar of the war engines became rhythmic and melodic, making the military formations seem like precision instruments in operation.

After Horus gathered enough intelligence and discovered an opportunity to attack, he immediately committed his entire army without any hesitation.

The opportunity for victory has arrived.

Based on the intelligence gathered so far, the Imperial forces stationed within the Great Wall of Steel are insufficient to stop the Chaos army under his command.

This is the true art of offense and war, enough to crush Roger Dorn's offensive!

……

In the distant airspace of Terra, countless artillery fire almost lit up the dark sky, from the bottom of the giant star ring to the horizon tens of thousands of meters high.

Fierce fighting is taking place in almost every area.

Platforms occasionally collapse, sending millions of tons of steel plunging into the endless abyss, while demon corpses and steel debris blanket the sky.

The Eighth War Zone.

Giant defense platform.

The chaotic demons approached in a dark, menacing mass, like a surging, rhythmic wave.

This instilled fear and pressure in any frontline commander who witnessed it.

"Damn it, the demons are coming this way! How did they manage to bypass the Ninth War Zone's defenses?!"

The commander of the 16th Army Group of Stormy Storm took a deep breath; his voice trembled.
"Those damned demon armies know this war zone better than we humans do; they know every weakness in this area."

They're like scorpion venom, deliberately injecting their poison into our most dangerous spots, wanting to kill us!

He turned to look at the adjutant in charge of communications beside him, his tone very anxious:
"Tell the Holy Terra Command that our Eighth War Zone needs more support, or it will fall in half an hour!"

The adjutant's electronic eye swept over a stream of data and he nodded: "Commander, I have passed on your message. The brothers from the 15th Storm Army Group will be arriving soon."

"Ha, those guys are pretty fast. They probably couldn't wait. They've come at the right time."

Upon hearing this, the commander of the 16th Army Group of Storm Storm felt much better.

Now that Chaos has suddenly bypassed other war zones to attack this place, the situation is extremely dangerous, and having an additional defensive force is undoubtedly a good thing.

As they spoke, a dense barrage of artillery fire rained down on the demon tide, sending up bursts of explosive sparks amidst the dark mass of demons.

That was a comprehensive, saturation barrage, relentless and never-ending.

"For the Emperor!"

"We will fight to the death and stop those evil bastards!"

The Imperial warriors roared as they stood on the front lines, unleashing their firepower upon the Chaos Demons.

Amid tension and fear, they held fast to one front after another.

Even with the protection of trenches, bunkers, and other fortifications, the massive attack by the Chaos Demons still put them under immense pressure.

The void above was filled with warships, fighters, and abomination aerial units, with debris falling from time to time.

Any human being, especially a mortal warrior, would inevitably feel tense and fearful upon witnessing this scene.

Fortunately, they were able to persevere and avoid complete defeat.

Oh, dear father~
Are these humans insane? Are they going to start a massacre?

The Plague Demon was knocked down by heavy artillery fire, and then more giant cannons came one after another, forcing him to cover his head and curl up to protect himself, unable to move.

His mountain-like body was beaten until it festered and suffered great trauma, and he was filled with fear.

This plague entity had never faced such terrifying firepower before. The other Chaos Demons that attacked the defensive line fared even worse, suffering several rounds of artillery fire before they even got close to the line.

Before they could even see what the human defenders looked like, they were blown to pieces and died tragically, a fate somewhat reminiscent of the old Empire's Star Guard.

The Chaos Demons have no idea what the humans are yelling about. They are the ones who are being attacked. Do they think their ammunition and artillery are free?

Even though there was only one demon left in some places, we still had to fight another round!
"Blood God, this is not fair..."

On a certain position, the last remaining, dying demon stared at the dense artillery fire and molten rays coming from the sky.

He closed his eyes in agony, muttering obscure words; the demon was cursing the savior.

In addition, each node area is garrisoned by a large number of Divine Titans, Imperial Knights, Iron Man mechs, and organized Space Marines.

Their firepower was even more ferocious, almost without pause, with gunfire and shells raining down on them.

Every high-level warrior had a blast; it was like mowing down grass!
The dark torrent of chaotic demons was halted by the overwhelming force of human artillery fire, making it difficult for them to advance any further.

Human warriors face psychological pressure when confronting demons, but demons face even greater pressure when confronting human defenses.

To the point of being afraid.

If it weren't for the terrifying aura of the Chaos Gods, they might have turned and fled long ago instead of charging into this terrifying defensive line.

Even so, Horus, the Dark Emperor, organized a task force to threaten these Chaos Demons into charging under human fire, thus depleting human firepower.

Now, those chaotic demons can only rush towards human fire in trembling fear, and some of the broken beings even curse the Dark Emperor as an executioner.

But they were all ultimately brutally destroyed by the warlords with evil fire.

This was an unprecedented sight: the Chaos Demons were not actively attacking the human defenses, but instead seemed to be in fear, and even had a task force to oversee the attack.

In any case, Horus's strategy was correct; he did put a lot of pressure on the Imperial Front.

He didn't care how much Chaos Demons and Evil Power would be consumed in the process, since these costs were provided by the Chaos Gods.

All he needs to do is win the battle.

In reality, the Chaos Gods had been keeping a close eye on the Great Wall of Steel front, and their hearts were clenching with anxiety.

The Plague Father was clutching his heart and slumped onto the rotten wooden bed, his face glowing green. The demonic energy and evil power were being consumed too quickly!
If He hadn't seen the Chaos Demon getting closer and closer to the human front, achieving some initial success, He would have been heartbroken to the point of falling asleep.

"This crude warfare model that abuses firepower can only deal with mediocre people."

Logistics is indeed the greatest advantage of the Savior's army, but it is also his most fatal weakness.

"In half an hour at most, we can destroy this line, thereby cutting off the entire logistical supply, which will trigger a chain reaction of collapses within the Empire."

Horus surveyed the entire battlefield and thought to himself.

At this moment, he was simultaneously monitoring the situation of tens of thousands of lines of war between Chaos and the Empire, as well as the situation of even more troops, in order to guide the battle and achieve his desired objectives.

The scales of war are tipping; victory is imminent!
(End of this chapter)