Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 780 Horus: Ugh, what kind of emotional abuse is this? You're a beast, Savior!
"How pathetic you are, forced to watch helplessly as I destroy your life's work..."

Upon sensing the faint presence of the savior, Horus, the Dark Emperor and commander of the Chaos Alliance, immediately began to mock him.

That's the standard procedure when powerful individuals meet.

When the two sides negotiate, they usually exchange a few polite words to introduce themselves or engage in some verbal sparring to boost morale or intimidate the other side.

Horus wanted to take advantage of his great strategic success to suppress the authority of the savior.

He doesn't let any opportunity to weaken the enemy slip by.

What?
Ron's consciousness was hazy; he had just hacked in and didn't know what had happened.

Just as humanity used the Black Stone device to block the airspace near Holy Terra, the Chaos Gods also blocked large areas of the solar system, making even observation and spying extremely difficult.

He had no idea what was happening in the locked-down area or what it looked like, which was extremely worrying.

In order to understand the situation of the Holy Terra Defense Line, Ron finally managed to tear a small opening using the power of the Hope Sun, and his illusory consciousness stealthily infiltrated a region of the solar system.

However, as soon as he entered, wanting to check on the state of the steel defenses, he was suddenly met with a barrage of sarcastic remarks that left him completely bewildered.

Ron was a little confused. Was he being mocked? He didn't seem to have done anything wrong.

Then he turned and communicated with some being, posing a question to the soul:

"Old Gay, who is this big, dark idiot?"

Ha, so this is Horus? I thought it was someone else. Looks like that guy got stuffed into a puff pastry by the evil god again. He doesn't seem very imposing..."

Ron's illusory consciousness chattered with Guilliman, seemingly quite surprised by the matter.

There was nothing he could do. He had left the solar system before the battle began and had never seen what Horus looked like. Moreover, Horus had been highly corrupted and was covered in distorted armor and black fel energy.

More importantly, the guy looked tired, pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and his menacing eyes were bloodshot.

Guilliman had handled years of intense political work without ever looking this exhausted; it's quite pathetic.

Who would have thought that the other party was Horus, the Dark Emperor, as mentioned in the intelligence?
There's nothing we can do about it.

Horus had been commanding at full capacity, using his top-notch command skills and battlefield control to stabilize the situation and even subtly suppress the Imperial forces, which outnumbered the Chaos army several times over.

If it were any other Primarch, they would have collapsed from extreme exhaustion long ago.

Ron and Guilliman were chatting away, momentarily forgetting to respond to Horus's provocation.

This behavior is tantamount to reading but not replying, and then sending private messages to the other party.

Moreover, the content of their communication was transmitted very clearly under the influence of remote psionic projection.

Especially that phrase "big idiot," it sounded like it was being amplified through a megaphone in subspace, with echoes reverberating throughout.

It can be said that the lingering sound is unforgettable.

???

Those corrupted Primarchs and Chaos Demons stopped involuntarily upon hearing the fluctuations emanating from the Warp.

They turned to look at Horus, quite surprised.

The mighty Dark Emperor was publicly humiliated by the Savior, and so directly and mercilessly, starting with a powerful close-range attack.

That legendary savior, with his extremely fierce and ruthless provocations, is quite something!

Horus always cultivated an image of himself as invincible in front of everyone, regarding everyone except the emperor as nothing more than a target.

It seems that there is no one in the entire galaxy who is worthy of being his opponent.

Now, in his first encounter with the savior and emperor, he was cruelly ignored and blatantly humiliated.

That was a complete slap in the face.

Such humiliation is almost on par with Roger Dorn's earlier "Don't feint."

Horus was subjected to a series of humiliating blows and faced with the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, and he almost couldn't hold back anymore.

Fortunately, he quickly regained control of his emotions, and even though he felt a little flustered, he remained calm.

That's the demeanor of a king.

"Savior, are you trying to provoke me with such despicable means?"

Horus gave a cold laugh.

He stared into a certain void, his towering demonic body surging with fel energy, radiating an intense aura of intimidation:
"Unfortunately, all your efforts are meaningless and cannot affect the course of the war on Terra. The fate of the Iron Wall falling is already irreversible!"

Such surging fel energy was feared even by the corrupted Primarchs and Chaos Archmages in the surrounding area.

He instantly boosted morale and became even more awe-inspiring.

However, after Horus finished speaking, the savior remained silent for a long time.

At this moment, Ron's illusory consciousness looked at Horus with an enigmatic smile on his face.

His lack of response revealed an indescribable disregard and contempt that struck a chord deep within.

Even Horus himself felt the intense humiliation of being ignored and treated coldly, and stood there stunned for a moment.

He could hardly contain his anger, and his terrifying demonic body trembled slightly.

Let alone Horus, any high-ranking being in the galaxy or warp would find it difficult to bear such a blatant humiliation.

They must wash away the shame and utterly crush those who humiliated them in order to quell the fire of their anger.

"Savior, are you just going to remain silent, foolishly believing you can stop this slaughter?"

Horus's eyes burned with fel flames.

He raised his demonic sword and pointed it at the void, at the area where the illusory consciousness of the savior resided, making an ancient, defiant gesture.

That's an invitation to a duel:
"How interesting! If you coward have even a shred of courage left, come before me and have a real duel with me, a duel to the death!"

Let's see who can emerge victorious in this duel, who will be the true king. Only one of us can survive.

That is me, Horus Lupecal, the Dark Emperor!

Horus was clearly enraged and challenged the savior to a duel to the death.

He was conveying only one message, which was—

I ignored you before, but from now on you are my enemy, the Dark Emperor!

In this galaxy and subspace, there is neither you nor me; there will be none of us left, leaving behind a true human king!
Horus's abominable voice echoed throughout the battlefield and the warp, instilling fear in all who heard it.

The evil energy emanating from his demonic body created a terrifying dark storm.

Even the subspace was turbulent, a deterrent aimed at the savior and all onlookers.

Everyone could sense the terrifying nature of this dark emperor, and the scrutinizing gazes gradually subsided.

No one wants to provoke such a powerful chaotic being.

However, Horus's challenge and threat did not seem to arouse the savior's interest, and the illusory consciousness of that being drew even closer.

He leaned closer as if trying to see something clearly, his gaze filled with an ambiguous doubt, and he even scratched his head.

It was as if the Dark Emperor was nothing more than a court clown putting on a show in his eyes, not worth mentioning.

No matter how the Dark Emperor threatened or swore, the savior and emperor of the empire were so indifferent that he didn't even bother to communicate with him.

It was like a new kind of humiliation, chilling and inciting an uncontrollable rage.

This made the atmosphere on the scene even more awkward, and the momentum of the chaotic beings also faltered.

"Savior, answer me!" Horus roared angrily, his hands raised high as he stared at the Savior.

The shockwave generated by his demonic power almost destroyed everything around him, and even a Chaos Demon was overturned because he could not withstand it.

So terrifying!
However, the savior remained unmoved, ignoring Horus with a puzzled expression, and continued fiddling with something.

Meanwhile, inside the Eternal Soul, Ron looked at the blurry, silent screen with great confusion, then patted the air, somewhat annoyed:

"Hiss~ The signal seems a bit weak. What is Horus saying that's making him so excited...?"

It was indeed too difficult to infiltrate the heavily sealed-off solar system; even using one's power was difficult. The best way was to go there in person.

Moreover, the Emperor himself needs the technology from the Eternal Soul to repair the Golden Throne.

"Brother, how's the situation?" Guilliman looked over and asked with great concern. "The situation isn't good. The Emperor is probably not going to make it. Hopefully, we can get back before he completely loses control..."

Ron shook his head and sighed deeply:

"If we can't get back in time, we can only hope that Horus can storm the palace. That guy probably has the means to deal with the uncontrolled power of the Golden Throne."

Guilliman was taken aback by the savior's words. He wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

In any case, compared to the emperor, that father completely lost control, dragging humanity into the abyss.

Perhaps a better outcome would be to allow Horus to enter the palace to seal off or strip the father of his power.

According to Ron's analysis, their best outcome now is to return in time and use the technology of the Eternal Soul to resolve the loss of control over the Golden Throne.

The second result was that, before they could get back in time and the Emperor completely lost control, Horus was to quickly enter the palace to help seal the out-of-control Emperor. Both the Empire and the Chaos God hoped to prevent the Emperor from going out of control.

The worst-case scenario is that they themselves cannot make it back, and the Chaos Gods and Horus are blocked by the Iron Wall or the Royal Palace, unable to reach the Golden Throne.

Once the Emperor loses control and his power deepens, he will inevitably control a group of imperial guards or summon a cursed legion to the real world to protect himself, turning the palace into his own domain.

The fifth evil god of the warp, E the Great Demon, is not just a figure of speech.

"Sigh, I just don't understand how the Chaos God and Horus dared to attack my defenses with such a small force."

Ron was very puzzled, stroking his chin as he pondered the matter, his expression growing increasingly serious:

"Since those guys dared to launch such a massive attack, they must be confident of victory. They are most likely hiding a chaotic army, or they possess some kind of terrifying artifact."

"Our losses this time are probably quite significant..."

As he pondered, the illusory image of his consciousness projected onto the Great Wall of Steel was subjected to even greater pressure, almost to its limit.

There was no way to continue maintaining this situation.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Ron stopped insisting and ended his contact with the Great Wall.

at the same time.

On the Eighth War Zone side, Horus completely broke down, staring blankly at the illusory image of the Savior's consciousness.

He was so angry and frustrated that his eyes welled up with barely perceptible tears, but they were quickly evaporated by the rising evil flames.

He even felt a sense of confusion, and for the first time, he lacked self-confidence. It was a humiliating and ignored experience he had never felt before.

The savior's undisguised cold violence made this dark emperor question the meaning of life.

Those who were watching, whether they were high-ranking human warriors, corrupted Primarchs, or Chaos Demons, were all amazed by the power of the Savior.

The other party forcefully suppressed the Dark Emperor's aura.

Horus took a deep breath, wanting to say something more, but the savior cut off the connection on his own.

Let him hold his last breath in his heart, unable to vent it.

This dark emperor was completely overwhelmed and at a loss.

The savior not only used extreme cold violence, but also hung up on him and blocked him after delivering a barrage of attacks, giving him no chance to retaliate!

"Good good..."

Horus suddenly laughed too, black light seeping from between his teeth. His laughter was more unpleasant than crying, and his face looked so ferocious under the red light.

He completely lost his composure and broke down, swinging his sword to unleash terrifying flames, leaving a hideous scar stretching for miles on the platform.

The Dark Emperor brandished his sword and charged toward the core defense line. All the incoming cannonballs turned into molten iron, Terran machines fell, and a breach was directly punched through the tens of meters high city wall.

He roared:

“Savior, then let the galaxy speak for you. I will tear down the walls of Terra and turn them into megaphones, so that blood and death may be the response to you.”

This slaughter will terrify every star in the galaxy.

"Watch, this fallen defensive line and the lives lost will be my first gift to you!"

While Horus was personally involved in the attack on the battlefield, his brain was also working overtime.

He issued millions of commands, mobilizing all of the Chaos army to launch a relentless assault on every line of defense of the Great Wall of Steel.

Xinlonglinxing is also poised to launch a full-scale attack to cut off the Imperial garrison's support after the Eighth War Zone falls.

This allows Horus and other core Chaos forces to advance along the established lines towards Terra.

Such a fierce attack overwhelmed the Imperial garrison, and even Rog Dorn, who was in charge of command, was struggling to cope. His brain was overheating from the high-speed operation, and his head was almost cracking open.

Too complicated!

The traitor Horus mobilized his army in a terrifying manner, which Horus could not keep up with or even discern the enemy's intentions.

The difference in command between the two sides is obvious.

"Brother, I lost..."

Rogue Dorn felt a deep sense of defeat; he had failed the expectations of the savior and lost the command to Horus, the Dark Emperor and master of Chaos.

That would lead to even greater losses for the empire.

"The defense line can't be held. Let's execute the loss mitigation plan and have the soldiers retreat to a safe area immediately."

Dorn looked at Tarkol and made a decision in a slightly hoarse voice.

That was the only option.

On the Eighth War Zone's massive defense platform, several troop transport ships took off, braving the chaotic artillery fire as they fled to the rear.

Inside the bridge, a commander gazed at the burning defense platform, choked with emotion, and tears streamed down his face.
"Savior, this is a disgrace to our Fifteenth Army Group..."

Not only him, but the other soldiers clenched their fists and kept their heads down in silence. If they hadn't been given orders, they would have preferred to die with their positions.

Instead of retreating in humiliation under the threat of chaos!

In the void, several warships plummeted diagonally, crashing onto the platform and triggering mushroom clouds resembling nuclear explosions.

The shockwave spread, and the hot wind lifted Horus's black cloak.

His figure, illuminated by the raging flames, resembled that of an invincible king.

Meanwhile, more defense platforms are falling.

In his rage, Horus unleashed his genius, using unparalleled command skills to rout an imperial garrison that was at least ten times larger than his own.

This forced them to scatter and flee in defeat.

That gave the Chaos Alliance an unimaginable advantage, and other Fallen Primarchs and Chaos Archdemons looked at it with awe.

This is the true art of command, the master of war; even the savior would have to grovel at the feet of the Dark Emperor.

Who can rival him?!
Horus strode forward, discarding his broken magic blade, and the Worldbreaker's hammer, a symbol of darkness and power, reappeared in his hands.

Boom——

He casually raised the Worldbreaker, and several hideous beams of fiery light fell, completely destroying the last core fortress.

Afterwards, the black stone barrier blocking this war zone completely shattered, and more darkness invaded, revealing the scene behind the steel defense line.

"Father, after ten thousand years, I am finally about to set foot in your palace again."

Horus gazed at the scene before him, his狰狞 face filled with anticipation and longing.

That's Terra.

"For the Dark Emperor!"

The chaotic beings stared at the azure throne world, the heart of an empire about to be trampled by darkness, and couldn't help but raise their weapons and shout.

Their momentum was unstoppable.

At this moment, Horus's fighting spirit and prestige reached a new peak.

He raised the Worldbreaker, about to issue an order, when he noticed that the Imperial garrison's retreating ships had broken through some kind of curtain.

This revealed the scene behind the veil, a scene that left all chaotic beings dumbfounded.

Horus himself was trembling all over, even his liver was shaking...

(End of this chapter)