Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 779 Roger Dorn: My elder brother is the true commander-in-chief, the one who understands the art of command best!
Roger Dorn's words silenced the atmosphere in the command hall considerably.

In particular, the massive army hidden in the intelligence reports weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

That means danger could come at any time, and the defenders of the Great Wall of Steel would have to expend a lot of energy to find the enemy's main force and respond accordingly.

To prevent the defense line from being breached.

"Sigh, compared to my older brother, my ability to provoke is far inferior."

Dorn sighed softly, feeling guilty for failing to provoke Horus.

That affected the situation of the Holy Terra defense battle.

Whether in the galactic reality or the subspace, the ability to speak out is extremely important. It can not only influence the entire battle at crucial moments, but can even turn defeat into victory.

He lacks the ability in this area, so he will inevitably feel guilty.

Dorn had read some of the Savior's records and greatly admired the man's ability to provoke others.

That guy always managed to provoke his enemies, bringing them ultimate humiliation and forcing them into a duel.

He even studied with the Savior for this purpose, but unfortunately he failed to grasp the essence of provoking the enemy.

If that elder brother were here, he would surely be able to successfully provoke Horus and force him to come out for a decisive battle, instead of ending up like I have, in vain.

"It's a pity, but fortunately we have a backup plan so as not to disappoint His Majesty the Savior."

Taco also deeply agreed with the Lord of the Mountain Formation's statement. If His Majesty were here, perhaps the situation would have been reversed long ago, instead of being so passive.

Just as high-ranking beings like Dorn and Tarco were deeply regretting the failure of their provocation, new news arrived.

"My lord, Horus, the Lord of Chaos, has appeared. All the corrupted Primarchs have emerged, and they are in a state of extreme rage, launching a fierce attack on the Eighth War Zone of the Iron Line."

We suspect that Chaos is about to launch a full-scale attack!

The intelligence chief rushed over and reported the latest news from the reconnaissance unit.

This is clearly good news, much better than the enemy remaining inactive and plotting something.

"So, my provocation succeeded? That shouldn't be the case, right?"

When Dorn received the news, he was somewhat confused and had no idea why Horus and the other traitors were so angry.

However, the enemy has launched an even more intense attack, just as the command had planned.

Now that the Primarch traitors have appeared on the front lines, they have joined forces to launch a fierce attack on the Great Wall's defenses.

Then it won't be long before they deploy their main forces hidden in the Chaos and launch a general offensive.

Otherwise, their risky appearance would have resulted in them being surrounded and annihilated by the Empire's endless army until they were exhausted and unable to fight any longer.

This is, after all, the reality of the galaxy, which still abides by the laws of physics. Without the cover of an army, even the strongest individual will eventually run out of strength.

Moreover, the Empire also has the Mountain Array Master and the Gray Knights to participate in the extermination of the Chaos Beings.

"Horus, are you finally going to reveal your true power?" Dorn's expression was solemn, and he dared not be careless or underestimate his opponent.

He strode to the command platform, took a deep breath, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

On the virtual sandbox, there are dense, dazzling symbols, with billions or even more troops moving on this giant space front, with hundreds of thousands of trajectory changes and information transmissions every moment.

From the depths of the Great Wall of Steel to the distant horizon, war is raging in every possible region. Millions of tons of steel behemoths and ferocious chaotic life forms are colliding and sinking into the void abyss, while continent-sized steel platforms are burning in the flames of war.

A torrent of steel, a curse of witchcraft, and the corrosive power of chaos intertwine the laws of physics with an unnatural storm.

Chaos is trying everything to erode the defenses, while the Imperial garrison is doing everything in its power to stop it.

The intensity of this war is no less than that of any previous war.

Such an intense war, reflected in a virtual sandbox, would leave anyone who doesn't possess strong thinking and experience feeling dizzy and at a loss.

This is the terrifying aspect of large-scale battles; they are extremely grueling. Even those commanding the overall strategy need to understand more details in order to make accurate judgments.

That will be a clash of the two commanders' ability to coordinate resources, make judgments, and their art of command and experience.

In addition, it also depends on the physical and mental qualities of both sides to see who is more resilient.

Even Primarchs are exhausted after a large-scale army battle, which in some ways is more mentally taxing than dealing with mountains of administrative affairs.

Even in the end, both commanders may be in a state of collapse.

They would locate the other before reaching their limit, then, fueled by pent-up rage, leap over and behead them, thus ending this agonizing battle.

"This will be another war that will determine the fate of mankind, ten thousand years from now."

Roger Dorn was not intimidated by such a large-scale battle; on the contrary, he was eager to try.

This is something all commanders yearn for, or rather, something they both love and hate.

Everyone hopes to overcome all the pain and torment, defeat the most powerful enemy, and save everything.

After drinking coffee for so long, he can finally face off against that traitor Horus. It will be a clash of command between commanders, a true test of a commander's abilities.

Dorn looked at Tarco beside him and said with some emotion, "The Savior used to command from this position, but it's a pity I never got to see him directing the battle."

The mountain lord greatly admired the savior's command ability. According to the empire's records, the enemy had commanded at least five large-scale battles, all of which resulted in unprecedented victories.

Moreover, the Empire's battle records often contain phrases such as "savior who has not slept for weeks," "battles that have lasted for months," or "battles that have lasted for years."

This is sufficient proof of the Savior's formidable strength and astonishing will in the Great Legion campaign.

Any Primarch would be exhausted under such intense large-scale battles, but the Savior held on and even looked radiant.

How astonishing!

No matter how you look at it, that savior, the emperor, and his elder brother were among humanity's top commanders, possessing true command skills and second to none.

Even Horus.

Perhaps only the emperor, his father, could have a slight edge!
This is probably why the savior was feared by the Chaos Gods and was lured out of the solar system.

Without a doubt, Roger Dorn genuinely admired the Savior and regarded him as a Primarch elder brother who could teach him.

"His Majesty the Savior is indeed the most outstanding commander among humankind. He possesses extraordinary command skills, enough to eliminate any enemy of humanity."

Taco nodded and said without changing his expression.

He won't tell the master of the mountain formation—

When His Majesty the Savior sees the virtual sand table, he will most likely say that he feels a little dizzy, and then go to the command seat next to him to drink coffee and wait for the report.

As for battlefield command, His Majesty rarely got involved.

He only decides whether to fight and when to fight; once the war begins, the relevant command work will be handed over to the command department.

If the battle wasn't too intense, His Majesty might even go back for a long nap to recover his strength and await the decisive moment.

However, the savior is still nominally the overall commander of the battle, which can boost the morale of the soldiers and help them complete the battle better.

Of course, although the Savior never personally commanded battles, Tarco still believed that His Majesty was the greatest commander, always leading the Empire to victory after victory. He even thought that commanders like Horus or Dorne who personally led the troops were inferior.

In reality, the savior sees himself as a leader, builder, and manager, rather than a professional commander.

He was the emperor of the empire, and he could cultivate many commanders and shape his own image as a commander, all to demonstrate his omnipotence, thereby establishing prestige and intimidating the enemy.

Or perhaps, the savior's only art of command is to throw money and resources at the world and then crush it with overwhelming force—so simple and unpretentious.

"If my elder brother were in Holy Terra, I might not have had the opportunity to command, and the battle would have ended much sooner."

Dorn thought to himself.

What he didn't know was that even if the savior returned, this command hall would only have one more person drinking coffee, and he, the master of the mountain formation, would still be in charge of commanding the army.

Many things were decided before the war even started; command was just the icing on the cake.

Unless there is a significant disparity in strength between the two commanders, there is no chance of turning the tide.

The only advantage of having the Savior in the command hall might be that the Empire's morale would be higher, and the warriors would fight even harder.

Dorn gently stroked the command platform, his gaze hardening.

This time, the beings of the galaxy and the subspace will know that his reputation as a vigilant and tactical master is well-deserved!
He turned to his adjutant and instructed him: "From this moment on, I will take full command of the Great Wall of Steel defense line."

Make sure the reconnaissance forces keep an eye on Horus and other Primarch traitors. If they show any signs of joining the main Chaos army, immediately report to the command center and establish teleportation coordinates.

Furthermore, all reserve forces are being mobilized, ready to be deployed to the battlefield at any time to eliminate those traitors!

Even though traitors like Horus had appeared, Roger Dorne remained conservative and did not immediately mobilize a large army to attack.

He feared this was just bait.

The Dark Emperor used himself to draw the Imperial army away, thus creating an opportunity for the true Chaos forces, hidden away, to launch an attack.

The Empire must wait for the main force of Chaos to appear before launching a full-scale encirclement and suppression war to avoid creating gaps in its defenses.

This is the most prudent strategy. It may be conservative, but at least it will prevent the Great Wall of Steel from being damaged by chaos.

Dorn swiftly swiped through the virtual sandbox, searching for potential opportunities and traces of the Chaos's main force amidst hundreds of thousands of interwoven pieces of complex information.

He felt a mix of nervousness and excitement; the real confrontation was about to begin!
……

"It has ended."

Horus walked slowly forward, his black flames melting the metal and leaving one hideous footprint after another on the ground.

His face was contorted with rage as he stared at the overwhelming artillery fire and the constantly collapsing platforms of the Eighth War Zone of the Great Wall of Steel, a cold smile spreading across his face:
"I can already see a bleak future for Terra. That fool Roger Dorn overestimated our strength, was overly cautious, and made the wrong decision, handing us the opportunity for victory."

In such a high-intensity battle, opportunities are fleeting. However, the commander-in-chief of Terra's defenses and the master of the mountain fortress was constrained by the non-existent main force of Chaos and remained wary, hesitant to mobilize the Imperial army.

Thus, a good opportunity was missed.

Although Horus suffered extreme humiliation, he immediately seized the opportunity after realizing that Dorne had misunderstood and did not let go of any chance of victory.

Furthermore, it anticipated the opponent's prediction.

He mobilized the army to create the illusion that the main force of Chaos was ready to be deployed at any time, thus tying down the Empire's true main force and creating an opportunity to destroy the Eighth War Zone.

That will be the beginning of the Chaos Alliance turning the tide, and the chain reaction will overwhelm the Imperial defenders.

"That guy will probably be so anxious he'll vomit blood. He's personally buried this great opportunity in the Terra campaign..."

Alpharis grinned maliciously.

He made no attempt to hide his loathing for Dorn, and looked forward to seeing the other man's pained and remorseful expression.

"The Empire has built this front line too long, making it difficult to cover all the defensive areas and causing a great deal of waste of resources."

Once we destroy this crucial defensive area, the Chaos army can continue its breakout at minimal cost and reach the surface of Terra.

By the time that fool Dorn realized what was happening and hastily led his troops to stop them, it was too late.

A glint of blue flashed in Horus's eyes, hinting at wisdom:

"If that idiot dares to show his face on the battlefield, I'll catch him, tear his bones apart bit by bit, and then crush him completely..."

Rogue Dorn has angered all the Fallen Primarchs. If he dares to leave his fortified positions and appear on the battlefield, the only outcome will be that he is captured by the Fallen Primarchs and subjected to the most cruel tortures in the galaxy and the warp!
Even with the elite guards of the Imperial Guard protecting him, he couldn't stop the combined attack of multiple Primarchs, let alone the Dark Emperor himself.

"Destroy it!"

Horus gripped his sword, pointed it at the core fortress position of the Eighth War Zone, and gave the order to attack.

He must seize this precious opportunity to destroy this defensive area at minimal cost.

After the order was given, the Fallen Primarchs, braving Imperial fire, launched an attack on the core fortress position.

They went all out, and their attack was so terrifying and unstoppable!

buzz~
As the moth wings on Mortalian's back rose, countless decaying flies swarmed out and gathered, forming a yellow cloud-like swarm of flies.

Wherever those swarms of corrupt flies passed, soldiers fell covered in blisters, and roaring war vehicles rotted away, their gears oozing pus and rust, slowly coming to a stop.

"Kill!"

Angron roared as he destroyed a trench, and with a swing of his Blood Axe, he sent the Lemanrus Conqueror heavy tank flying.

He then charged at an Imperial Knight, tearing it to pieces; the war vehicle collapsed like a toy.

This abominable beast ravaged the battlefield, almost unstoppable!

Boom boom boom!
The Redemption Emperor-class Titan detected a high-risk enemy, raising its plasma incineration cannons on both arms and pointing them in this direction, brewing deadly power.

"Ha, this poor little cannon think of taking on the Crimson King?"

Magnus, his eyes shimmering with psychic energy, floated in mid-air, looking disdainfully at the Titan machine before him:
"Kneel down, you piece of scrap metal, pathetic creation that is utterly vulnerable."

As he spoke, the mechanical body of the Emperor-level Titan froze, as if resisting some kind of force.

The next moment, it could no longer withstand the pressure, its mechanical legs broke off and it collapsed to its knees on the ground, where it was then completely torn apart by an unnatural force.

It split in two and fell down.

To a Fallen Primarch like Magnus, who was adept at using psionic magic, the Titan machines of humanity were nothing but scrap metal.

Soon, more corrupted Primarchs launched attacks on the fortress defenses in their own ways.

The imperial garrison's defenses were as fragile as paper, easily torn apart, leaving them utterly hopeless.

"Savior, is this the defense line you have so carefully constructed?" Horus admired the blood and death in this area of ​​the front.

Suddenly he sensed something, looked up into the void, and seemed to be communicating with some being:
"It may be just like your so-called new empire, nothing more than a fortress made of sand."

"So vulnerable!"

(End of this chapter)