Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 776 Roger Dorn: Alas, my brother has too many troops; I have no room to maneuver at all...

In the void, Horus's abominable phantom grew ever larger, overlooking the battlefield.

His power was awe-inspiring, like an unstoppable king of hatred.

As the balance of power shifted, his authority slowly grew, bringing him ever closer to another dimension.

"I am the flame of vengeance, the true, darkest shadow of the galaxy. All that stands in the way of this vengeance will be buried..."

Horus's will was transmitted in an unnatural form, causing even more turbulent waves.

He makes no secret of his ambition and power, and he certainly has the right to make such a declaration.

As the Dark Emperor, he also embarked on a path to the highest heavens, a path known to all.

It is one of the purest forms of chaos, a fear that makes it difficult for most people to remain rational. It will advance relentlessly, leading all mortals to their destined end.

Whether beings in the highest heavens or life in the galactic reality, all will be reduced to dust under its will—

Erosion and destruction!

The Emperor, that false emperor, was the pioneer on this path, a tyrannical god who devoured countless galactic lives in the name of "unification".

The false emperor is so hypocritical. He has clearly reached the end of the long staircase and wields abhorrent power, yet he claims to be human and refuses to become a god.

On the other hand, he clung to that position, unwilling to step down, until he completely lost control.

Now Horus wants to seize the Golden Throne and plot to divide that supreme power.

The False Emperor's power comes from the human empire and the golden throne, which symbolizes power and represents the False Emperor's dominion over humanity and his supreme authority.

If he conquers and destroys Terra in the name of the Dark Emperor, and then uses the artifact Shadowlight on New Dragonlin to seal and seize the Golden Throne.

This can weaken the opponent's power to an unprecedented degree.

Afterwards, the faith power accumulated within the False Emperor's Holy Sun will be stripped and divided up by him and the Chaos Gods, rendering it powerless to threaten Chaos.

The false emperor himself will become a prisoner of the warp.

Judging from the current battle situation, they are not far from that day; it is practically within reach.

Once the Chaos Alliance captures this war zone, all of the Dark Emperor's plans will come to fruition, leading to the collapse of the Imperial garrison.

"You hesitated, didn't you?"

You are filled with regret and fear, afraid that you cannot control that power. You are old, no longer the tyrant who could rule over everything.

Horus turned his gaze to a certain spot, which was so intensely hot.

Although he only saw the cold, steel wall stretching to the horizon, he knew that Terra and the False Emperor were in that direction.

Horus sensed the fragility and powerlessness of a certain being, and his tone grew increasingly cold, tinged with deep sarcasm:
“Father, I see your weakness and incompetence; you cannot refuse our arrival.”

No matter how much you regret, suffer, or beg, you will not be able to stop our revenge.

Ah, what a tragic thing, that a former tyrant has fallen to such a state, forced to watch helplessly as he loses all his authority and power.

Those grand and hypocritical forms of worship can no longer protect you.

Horus disdains the Emperor, and even witnessing the terror of the Dark Lord did not deter him.

Even that false emperor, reduced to ashes, is still worshipped by humans with incense and candles, and is regarded as great, to the point that even the chaotic beings are afraid of him.

How ridiculous!

Humans dared not desecrate the false emperor; even the Fallen Primarch trembled with fear when faced with that skeleton.

"But that doesn't include me. Not everyone is afraid of a beast that has lost its claws. At best, he's just an old man with a weapon of destruction who wants to threaten everyone."

"False Emperor, I fear not your pathetic majesty!"

Horus's gaze flashed with a fierce glint, brewing with boundless hatred and sinister terror.

He uttered words that would shock even the gods of chaos:
"Soon, I will take all those you have betrayed to the palace, tear your despicable bones off the throne, shred them to pieces, turn them into dust, and throw them into the flames to burn!"

Horus knew that no one but himself would dare to do such a thing.

That would be the most despairing and shocking act of blasphemy in the reality of the highest heavens and the Milky Way.

Horus's vengeful will caused the warp to surge, stirring up even more changes in the region of the solar system that is deeply connected to the warp.

Under the influence of supernatural forces, his gaze seemed to transcend time and space, reaching the golden throne.

Afterwards, the emperor's son, the Dark Emperor, saw the golden throne and the skeleton on it.

"A fake...a fake emperor?!"

Horus's pupils widened in shock, followed by an even greater surge of hatred.

That was the first time he had seen the emperor, his father, who was also the most important enemy in his life, after ten thousand years.

The once fearsome and unstoppable tyrant has withered away.

The desiccated skeleton, its head tilted, looked somewhat small, even ridiculous, against the backdrop of the magnificent throne.

Horus was still wary of the aura emanating from the emperor's remains, but the thought of being able to trample on them made him even more excited.

He wanted to physically and mentally kill that father, to tear apart, trample, and desecrate the skeleton of that worshipped and feared false emperor in front of everyone.

The extremely blasphemous imagery will be transmitted to the warp and galactic reality, so that everyone can see it!
That was something even the Chaos Gods couldn't accomplish, and it would solidify his supreme authority as the Dark Emperor.

Those loyal Primarchs and humanity will be plunged into helplessness and despair!
"The false emperor's remains seem incomplete. Or is it just my imagination?"

Horus gazed at the skeleton of the false emperor who had once ruled the world and made him submit, and seemed to notice something amiss.

However, before he could react, a figure in golden armor appeared at the foot of the steps of the golden throne, looking rather furtive.

"The Savior? Wasn't he lured out of the solar system and besieged by the Chaos Gods? How come he's in the Terra Palace?"

Could there be some conspiracy at play? Is the emperor plotting some sinister offensive?!

The moment Horus saw the savior, he became alert, and many thoughts raced through his mind.

The fact that an entity that should not have appeared has appeared in the most crucial and vital area indicates a loss of intelligence control, which will affect the overall battle plan.

Moreover, with the siege of Terra continuing to this day, he has gained a deeper understanding of the Savior.

Although that guy is not as good as me, he is much stronger than the likes of Roger Dorn and Guilliman. It will probably take some effort to deal with him.

However, Horus soon stopped worrying about it.

He realized that what he was seeing was not the present palace and the golden throne, but a phantom of the past.

After the solar system was deeply connected to the subspace, many physical and temporal rules became disordered, just like in the subspace, leading to many unnatural occurrences.

It's not impossible for past illusions to be captured and re-presented by the subspace; it's essentially a high-dimensional mirage.

While Horus was directing and controlling the battle, he focused more on the past illusions of the palace, wanting to know what arrangements the savior had left behind.

He knew that, given the savior's caution, he would definitely have left some kind of trap or backup plan in the palace.

In the vision, the savior glanced furtively back, seemingly checking if anyone was there.

Then, without any respect, the other party stepped onto the throne steps and walked towards the golden throne until he reached the emperor's remains.

"What does he want to do?"

Horus became cautious; the actions of that savior and emperor were truly unpredictable.

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Under his puzzled gaze, the savior suddenly pulled out a small alloy chainsaw and began sawing fiercely at the emperor's skeleton.

Sparks flew everywhere!

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"No, how could this be..."

Horus stared at the scene, his scalp tingling, and he was momentarily speechless.

The savior, armed with chainsaws and hammers, began dismantling the sacred imperial skeleton, removing numerous parts.

Bang!
Flames rise.

"Wow, the Emperor's bones are still quite strong. I'm afraid it won't be easy to burn them. I wonder if it will even work?"

As he spoke, the man tossed pieces of the Emperor's skeleton into the black stone crucible he was carrying.

Then he took out a special hot melt torch and burned it fiercely until the emperor's bones inside were reduced to bone powder before he was satisfied.

Not only that, after he finished doing all this, he also dusted off the remaining impurities and ashes scattered on the ground.

They even moved the emperor's remains to the side, next to the emperor, so that he could rest on the golden throne.

What do you mean by "crushed to ashes"?!

Gan ah!

Horus trembled as he watched the savior in the phantom perform blasphemous acts, his face turning slightly red.

His vengeful blasphemy, which he had been brewing for millennia, was actually taken care of by that savior before he could. No wonder the false emperor's remains were incomplete; he was clearly a repeat offender! Horus was extremely frustrated by the savior's preemptive action, as if he had just declared rebellion when the other party had already blasphemed the old king and sat on the throne.

This turned his declaration into a joke; many things are meaningless if you're not the first to do them.

Even if this dark emperor were to desecrate the remains of the false emperor in the future, it would only be considered as following in the footsteps of the savior, and might even be seen as a clumsy imitation.

He seemed to see the savior's mocking expression.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Horus gritted his teeth. He never imagined that the savior was actually the one hiding inside the empire, the one who most blasphemed the false emperor.

wild ambition!

The savior's actions amounted to preemptive blasphemy, leaving the existence of chaos untouched by blasphemy.

Horus himself was somewhat weakened, and even his aura diminished considerably.

He vaguely sensed that the Savior was troublesome, like a persistent ghost, even though the other party wasn't even in Terra.

"What blasphemy!"

The Dark Emperor grew increasingly enraged, clenching his fists so tightly that the terrifying aura of evil energy was almost uncontrollable.

I was really getting a little exasperated.

He even wanted to appeal to and expose the savior's blasphemous acts against the emperor, to let mankind know what ugly face their imperial emperor was.

Once the savior's blasphemous acts are exposed, it will inevitably lead to problems with the faith of the imperial garrison, a decline in morale, and the formation of more conflicts.

This even triggered a campaign by the loyal Primarchs against the Savior.

This would allow the Chaos Alliance to win the siege of Terra more quickly.

However, Horus hesitated for a moment and still did not choose to do so. Instead, he completely erased the illusion of the palace to prevent other beings from seeing it.

While exposing the savior's blasphemous acts may reduce the combat effectiveness of the Imperial garrison, it will also increase the enemy's prestige in the Chaos Realm.

That is ultimately an uncertain factor, and excluding it from the battle is the right choice.

"At that time, I will not only trample the bones of the false emperor, but also make the savior grovel at my feet!"

Horus took a deep breath and thought to himself.

He had collected a lot of footage of the savior's previous battles and knew that the opponent's strength was not as good as his own.

Whether they relied on the Orc network or the Emperor's power, the opponent's forces were too numerous and complex to pose a significant threat, and their combat skills were even more clumsy.

Especially in the galactic reality, the opponent simply cannot resist the power he currently possesses.

In any case, the savior ultimately diminished Horus's power, and even the growth of his authority slowed down.

That was the influence of the idealistic forces of the subspace.

But he wasn't too worried; as long as the battle went smoothly, the impact would soon disappear.

However, just as Horus was pondering this, a new change occurred on the battlefield of the Eighth War Zone.

The chaotic demonic tide continues to surge, but the Empire's firepower is constantly increasing, with troops arriving one after another.

"Brothers, let's show these devil bastards what we're made of!"

Drainin and his companions arrived with bated breath, only to find that the Imperial garrison had more firepower than the number of demons.

This allowed their armored squads to unleash even greater combat power, with a continuous barrage of firepower raining down on the Chaos Abominations' lines.

Drainen and his squad were equipped with the most advanced individual combat armor, with a breastplate made of radiant gold embedded in the heart area.

That's a special armor that only honor warriors of level two or above can obtain. The more honor merits you accumulate, the more Radiant Gold you can get.

The veterans all hope that one day they can completely replace all their individual combat armor with Radiant Gold components, which would be the greatest honor.

This also means stronger defense and firepower.

"It seems that Roger Dorn has improved over the past ten thousand years, able to sense danger and call for reinforcements immediately..."

Horus thought to himself as he looked at the Imperial troops that had come to his aid.

Given the timing of the Imperial reinforcements' arrival, Roger Dorn must have been aware of the demons' possible marching routes and had deployed reinforcements in advance as a precaution.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to reach this area so quickly.

"That guy is barely a competent commander. This war is finally getting interesting."

Horus leaned back on his throne, focusing all his energy, issuing hundreds of thousands of commands and controlling the chaotic army on this battlefield.

Under his control, the Chaos Demons withstood several times more Imperial firepower. Not only did they not collapse, but they also advanced little by little, which would amaze any commander.

This is the art of war, something even emperors could not achieve!
"Heh, the Empire's support is still increasing?" Not long after, Horus once again felt the Empire's suppressive firepower.

Without a doubt, the Empire was also afraid.

Perhaps Roger Dorn realized the Empire's fatal weakness and was desperately mobilizing his army in an attempt to salvage the situation.

Although this is somewhat troublesome, Chaos is also increasing its stakes.

The chaotic demons poured into the war zone like a tidal wave, as if entering a bottomless pit with no end in sight.

Let's see who wins!

Horus's eyes were bloodshot from the intense command, and he was completely focused on giving it his all.

Go all out!

The other corrupted Primarchs also poured all their power into it.

They knew that the moment that would determine the course of the war was approaching.

Whether it's the Dark Emperor, the Fallen Primarch, or the Chaos Beings, they are all giving it their all, holding nothing back.

This is the final offensive, push forward, and push forward again!

……

Holy Terra Command Center.

The command center was bustling with people, yet orderly and even somewhat quiet.

But everyone could sense the anxiety spreading in the air.

A sigh was heard.

Roger Dorn put down his brain-boosting cat poop coffee and let out a long sigh.

He frowned as he rose from his seat and paced back and forth along the command area, looking somewhat anxious.

Afterwards, the master of the mountain formation walked over to the command sand table, craned his neck to look at the dense red dots on it, and let out another long sigh.

Hesitant to speak.

Roger Dorn hesitated for a moment, then asked again:
"What new intelligence? Has Horus launched a full-scale attack?"

"My lord, I'm afraid not yet."

Currently, the Eighth War Zone is under relatively heavy pressure, but fortunately, reinforcements are arriving as planned, and there is no immediate risk of it falling.

The intelligence chief at command shook his head and continued to bury himself in analyzing the data-related intelligence.

He dared not relax in the slightest.

The master of this mountain formation has asked the same question three times in one hour.

Not only him, but the command headquarters was also very worried about this issue, fearing that the powerful Dark Emperor Horus Lupecal was brewing some terrible conspiracy.

As previously anticipated, they were mentally prepared for half of their defenses to fall, but the chaotic calm made them very worried.

The commander of Chaos has put a lot of pressure on the Holy Terra command!

Roger Dorn nodded upon hearing this, then frowned and returned to his command post to drink coffee and wait for news.

This is the first time he has fought such an easy large-scale battle. From the start of the war until now, he has just been sitting there drinking coffee, without giving any command whatsoever.

When the Space Steel Great Wall was built, relevant defense plans were formulated, and it is still operating stably in accordance with the plans.

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Unless the relevant defenses are completely destroyed, he has no room to participate in command, and the same applies to the entire command center.

"Sigh, my elder brother has a surplus of troops, I have no room to maneuver at all..."

Roger Dorn swallowed his somewhat bitter coffee and murmured.

However, this is a good thing, at least the front line is not at risk of being lost.

The only worry is Horus's movements. He hasn't launched a full-scale attack yet, and I wonder what he's waiting for!

(End of this chapter)