Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 778 Horus: This is slander! Who says I'm no good? Who says I'm no good?

"Rogal Dorn."

Horus looked down at the virtual projection beneath the throne and uttered a name with utter contempt.

"Horus Lupecal, you shameful traitor to humanity, a loser from ten thousand years ago, how have you been?"

At some unknown time, a virtual image of Roger Dorn appeared in the Chaos Temple in an unnatural form.

He crossed his arms and glanced at Mortalian and the other Primarchs who remained in the Chaos Temple before finally settling on Horus, the Dark Emperor, who sat high on his throne.

At this moment, the corrupted Primarchs fell silent, watching the two opposing sides—

One is the commander of the Chaos Alliance, and the other is the commander-in-chief of the Terra defenses. Their clash will affect the course of the entire war.

Of course, in the heart of Chaos, Horus and Dorne are not equal in status; one sits on the throne, while the other can only stand.

In their hearts, the only one who can represent the empire right now is that savior, the emperor.

Unfortunately, that being was so careless that he was manipulated by the Chaos Gods and was long ago excluded from the battle.

Now only Roger Dorn remains to hold on to Terra alone.

In reality, if it weren't for the weapons and troops left behind by that being, the so-called master of the mountain formation would have fallen long ago, and there would be no chance for him to stand here.

"My poor brother, the loyal dog of the false emperor, you... finally dare to face me?"

Horus adjusted to a comfortable position, rested his chin on his hand, and asked Roger Dorn a question, his terrifying aura spreading out and pressing down on the other man.

The momentum was astonishing.

Despite enduring endless pressure to command, this Dark Emperor still managed to maintain a powerful presence.

He possessed the confidence to control everything, not to mention facing the Mountain Formation Master, whom he had once driven to the brink of despair.

Even ten thousand years ago, that guy wasn't worthy to be his opponent; the Dark Emperor only had one true opponent—

The Emperor, that false emperor!
However, the false emperor is a thing of the past. Perhaps his opponent can be added to the list: the savior, the emperor of the empire.

Horus thought to himself.

He will destroy the steel wall that the savior has poured all his efforts into building, forcing the enemy to watch helplessly as the empire's pathetic ideals are utterly shattered and it falls into the abyss.

It would be better to leave humanity to be ruled by this dark emperor; they will be transformed into a more powerful race through blood and suffering.

For example, transforming into chaotic life forms—that would be humanity's true future.

Although Rogdorn was right in front of him, Horus still paid little attention to him, his mind preoccupied with how to destroy the savior and create a new future for humanity.

The mere emanation of a dark aura was enough to suppress the arrogance of the mountain formation master.

"That guy has gotten stronger again, stronger than ever before, even stronger than he was ten thousand years ago..."

Even though Dorn appeared as a virtual image created by witchcraft, he still felt that terrifying pressure.

Horus's immense power caused him to instinctively hold his breath, and his heart sank.

Dorne had experienced Horus's power before, during the siege of Terra ten thousand years ago, when the rebel army's advance nearly drove him to despair.

The duel between the traitor and his father that followed stirred up the subspace and galactic reality in higher dimensions.

At that time, all the high-ranking warriors could feel the terrifying aftershocks and the immense power of both sides in the battle.

Horus's power has actually increased again, it seems that the Chaos God has given him more evil power.

Dorn slowly raised his head and looked at Horus on the throne. Behind the Iron Throne of Chaos was a twisted projection of Horus's fel energy, which was exceptionally powerful.

It felt like an endless abyss!

In their very first encounter, he, the master of the mountain formation, was already at a disadvantage, his momentum suppressed.

For all to see.

"With such strength, and those hidden, massive Chaos main forces, Horus may be concealing even more. The Holy Terra defense line will face unprecedented danger..."

Dorn took a deep breath, his resolute face becoming extremely solemn:

"I was too careless before, underestimating Horus's strength and cunning, thinking that I could easily win with the help of the defenders."

Fortunately, my elder brother's commanders reminded me in time and stopped me, preventing a major mistake.

He increasingly sensed the danger of the situation, understood the immense burden entrusted to him by the savior, that elder brother, and regretted his previous overconfidence and carelessness.

The galaxy is not the same as before. Even if Holy Terra has an incredibly powerful army in its eyes, it cannot guarantee that it can hold the line and win the victory!
Fortunately, although Horus's aura was terrifying, it could not destroy the fighting will of this mountain lord.

Dorne has not forgotten why he came here, nor will he yield to the enemies of the Empire, whether ten thousand years ago or now.

He is the last bastion of the empire, the hope for defending the Great Steel Wall of Holy Terra.

Since the savior is not here, then he shall bear all of this.

Dorne's gaze hardened as he withstood the imposing aura emanating from Horus, the Dark Emperor.

He looked directly at the other person:

"You are nothing but a servant of Chaos, and even with a crown on your head, you are just a clown entertaining yourself. Whatever schemes you are plotting, they will be crushed."

I will pull you down from your throne, you clown!

Horus burst into laughter upon hearing this.

He didn't care about any of this:
“My poor brother, your provocations are still so clumsy, just like before, they are not interesting at all and are completely meaningless.”

You rushed to find me because you sensed a hidden threat and pressure, right? You're struggling to withstand my onslaught and want to provoke me into a final battle?

He immediately saw through the other party's intentions.

The reason that the Lord of the Mountain Formation established contact with the Chaos Temple was simply to provoke the Dark Emperor, thereby creating an opportunity for the Empire to launch an early decisive battle.

Roger Dorn's actions undoubtedly exposed the Empire's lack of confidence, further strengthening the morale of the Chaos side.

That proved that the Chaos Alliance's all-out attack was the right decision, striking at the heart of the Empire.

Upon hearing this, the corrupted Primarchs, including Mortalian, became even more arrogant, and even their previous slight fatigue vanished.

Their attack was effective, and the subsequent deployment will surely tip the scales of victory completely in chaos!

"By the Emperor, it seems the intelligence obtained from the interrogation department is correct. Horus has indeed hidden the main force of Chaos."

At least 80%, or even more!

Dorn sensed the undisguised arrogance of the traitors within the Chaos Temple and made his own deductions.

He was also testing the waters!
Both the Lord of the Mountain Formation and the Chaos Being have probed and found the answers they sought.

They all assessed each other's strength from their own perspectives.

"I'm sorry, my poor brother, your plan seems to be going to fail. I am the Dark Emperor, an unstoppable commander, not a brute like Guilliman or the Khan."

Horus shook his head: "I will not fight an enemy or do anything irrational because of a momentary emotion."

That was an extremely foolish decision.

Therefore, I will not accept your provocation, much less engage in a decisive battle with you. Such childish behavior is meaningless to the overall situation.

Save your little tricks for fooling other people.

He stared at Roger Dorn:

"Now you can only watch helplessly as the Imperial front collapses into a continuous rout, and as I set foot on Terra with even greater power."

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Perhaps after I pulverize the false emperor's remains, I'll leave you a little as a souvenir.

To be honest, you've disappointed me a bit. I thought that after so many years, you would have made some progress.

Horus's words ruthlessly exposed Roger Dorn's thoughts and rejected his provocation.

He looked down at them, instructing them like an elder brother. Not only that, the Fallen Primarchs also cast mocking, contemptuous glances at Dorn, even letting out cold laughs.

That guy is still far inferior to Horus; they are not even in the same league.

"You loyal dog of the false emperor, once the front lines collapse, I'll settle the score with you for what happened before..."

At this moment, Alpharis's chaotic image appeared, staring intently at Dorn's figure, his gaze filled with intense hatred.

In the Battle of Pluto ten thousand years ago, it was Dorn who beheaded him in a duel, causing him to die a humiliating defeat.

Now, this resurrected corrupted Primarch seeks revenge once again.

“Alpharis, I’ll leave this guy to you, so you can take his head.”

Horus smiled and addressed the Primarch of the Ghost Legion, arranging an opponent for Dorne in front of everyone.

The opponent is not yet qualified to fight the Dark Emperor.

Of course, if that stubborn fool Dorn were to draw his sword at him, he wouldn't mind crushing him to death.

Inside the Chaos Temple, Horus completely overshadowed the Mountain Array Lord's aura and humiliated him.

"Horus, I have to admit you are very strong, and you have an extremely strong command ability."

You have made the trajectory and movements of the Chaos army unpredictable.

Dorn knew his momentum was being suppressed by his opponent, but he still mustered his strength and continued:

"You are conserving your strength and hiding more troops."

You want to outmaneuver the defenders of Holy Terra and destroy our defenses with your abhorrent schemes and overwhelming force.

Horus, do you think we know nothing?

Your plot will not succeed; you cannot destroy the Empire's will to stand firm to the end!

Once Dorn realized that provocation was ineffective, he stopped hiding anything and directly declared war on his opponent.

His meaning was obvious—

Horus, I know your schemes and tricks. I know you're hiding your power, so stop with the sneak attacks and hiding.

Let's have a real fight, a head-on, fierce battle!
No matter how many hidden armies Horus sent, he would intercept them, giving the enemy no chance to succeed.

Even as the terrifying tide of chaotic demons continues to surge, even as the Great Wall of Steel teeters on the brink of collapse, he, the Vigilant and Commander-in-Chief of the Terra Defense, will hold out to the very end!
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Horus and the other fallen Primarchs were increasingly confused upon hearing Rogue Dorne's declaration of war, their faces filled with question marks.

Their expressions changed, and the entire Chaos Temple fell silent, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Who's hiding their forces? We're all going all out, so where would they find any hidden troops?!
The corrupted Primarchs looked at each other, sizing each other up, trying to figure out who had hidden the forces.

That's the act of a traitor. The brothers have all gone to war, and you still dare to hide your troops and preserve your strength?

Then, everyone's eyes turned to Horus. Perhaps only this Dark Emperor had the means to hide his forces.

But the corrupted primates didn't show much anger.

If Horus is hiding his forces and plotting something, it's a good thing for Chaos, meaning their chances of victory are greater.

Horus, facing the suspicious gazes of the fallen Primarchs, finally changed his previously composed and at ease demeanor.

He felt a hint of anger.

Who said he was hiding his troops? Although he wanted to, he didn't have enough troops!

Didn't you see that I sent all the Dark Guards to the front lines to participate in the attack? This is slander!

Horus realized that everyone seemed to have misunderstood something, but he found it difficult to respond. He couldn't very well say that the Empire had overestimated their military strength and that they actually had no other troops, could he?
This situation was even more frustrating than being provoked; his face turned slightly red.

However, before Horus could react, Roger Dorn spoke again, his tone upright and unyielding:
“We have accurate intelligence that you have hidden at least 80% of your troops. Lies and concealment are meaningless.”

He had just witnessed the reactions of Horus and the other traitors; they were clearly suspicious of the intelligence being leaked to the Empire.

So Dorn was too lazy to play games with these cunning and treacherous guys:
"Our reconnaissance forces will soon uncover your hidden main force of chaos and thwart all your hidden schemes and plots!"

As he spoke, his figure, arms crossed, could no longer hold on and slowly disappeared, leaving only his last words:

"Horus, I will personally guard the line."

I'm waiting for you to end your pointless feints and launch a full-scale attack, but I know you can't; you can't break through my lines!

As the phantom of the Mountain Array Master turned to ashes and vanished, the Chaos Temple fell into an even more awkward silence.

"What a humiliation..."

At this moment, Horus's face, which had originally possessed supreme majesty, had turned somewhat green.

Even his lips were trembling.

The Dark Emperor had lost his composure and even crushed the Chaos Alloy on the throne armrest, revealing the frustration and anger in his heart.

Horus had initially paid no attention to Roger Dorn's provocation and had no intention of engaging with it.

But the other side's claim that he was hiding his forces and making a feint attack was more humiliating than any personal attack.

He committed all his troops, all his strength, and all his life experience and energy to launch the final offensive.

The result was only a cold response from the other party—

Stop with the feint attack, is it going to work or not?
Horus, overwhelmed with frustration and anger, even had a tear well up in his bloodshot eyes.

Without a doubt, he was completely broken down.

Roger Dorn's words were utterly devastating, a profound and humiliating insult. How could such cold and vicious language exist in the world?!
Not only him, but the other corrupted Primarchs also felt an indescribable humiliation after realizing that Horus had not hidden any forces.

They have all turned red and warm.

That guy practically pointed his finger at everyone and said—

I'm not targeting anyone in particular, but everyone here is trash.

Especially that phrase "feigned attack," which was a devastating blow, directly insulting everyone and going too far!
"Rogg Dorn!"

A mournful roar echoed from the Chaos Temple, and Horus and the other Chaos beings' emotions shifted from humiliation to extreme rage.

It can be said that the Lord of the Mountain Formation attracted the hatred of all the Fallen Primarchs at once, and it was a hatred that could not be reconciled.

They wanted nothing more than to grab the other and skin him alive!

"This is a war we must win in our lifetime, and we must wash away this shame."

And Roger Dorn…

Horus's terrifying form finally descended from his throne, holding a hideous sword of chaos in his hand.

He completely broke down and, carrying his sword, charged towards the main defensive line of the mountain formation without regard for anything else.

The other Fallen Primarchs were also eager and murderous!
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Meanwhile, at the Holy Terra Command Center.

As soon as Roger Dorn ended his contact with the Chaos Temple, his second-in-command came over anxiously to inquire.

"My lord, have you successfully angered Horus? Have you managed to lure them into a full-scale attack?"

The commanders were eager to engage in a decisive battle with the Chaos Alliance to prevent the long-term corruption of Chaos from causing further unforeseen events.

Dorn, recalling his experience at the Chaos Temple, shook his head regretfully, looking quite worried:

"I failed to provoke Horus; he was more composed than I had imagined."

Without being able to find the main force of Chaos, we are likely to face an even more difficult situation..."

(End of this chapter)