Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 781 Horus: Waaaaah, I can't do it, I really can't charge any further!

Terra disappeared again from the sight of Horus and others, as if it were just a phantom projected by some kind of mechanical device.

Instead, a new steel defense line has been erected, reflecting a cold metallic gleam under the light of the chaotic scars of the void.

On the outer armored area of ​​the steel defense line, one can still faintly see the giant emblem of the savior, the emperor, and the banner of honor.

The steel-forged defense line stretched to the horizon, darkly covering the empty sky.

That would be enough to render any enemy powerless.

???

"My loving father!"

"How could that be? That must be an illusion, not a real defensive line..."

"By the Lord of All Changes, just how many such ironclad defenses has the Savior forged?!"

As the chaotic beings watched this scene, all their cheers and roars were choked back, their hearts heavy, and a sense of helplessness arose within them.

They charged through endless artillery fire, destroying the Empire's steel defenses, only to find that they had only destroyed the outer perimeter.

Now they faced the true imperial defenses, which appeared far more formidable, with the dark muzzles of cannons gleaming with deadly light!

The victory that the chaotic beings had just won was ruthlessly snatched away by the savior; there was no victory to speak of.

In particular, the giant savior relief on the outer wall of the steel defense line seemed to be looking down on them, exuding a strong sense of mockery and threat.

bang-

Khorne, the Chaos Demon, was so stunned by this gaze that he lost his focus and dropped his weapon to the ground.

Some chaotic beings trembled all over, their limbs went weak, and some even had tears welling up in their eyes.

The abhorrent defensive line before them, along with that treacherous savior and emperor, inflicted too much psychological trauma on the chaotic beings.

This feeling of having hope only to be taken away is extremely hurtful.

"A double defense?"

Horus was more traumatized, and even the Worldbreaker he held high slowly lowered, his voice somewhat hoarse.

He stared at the scene, numb with exhaustion.

The Savior actually built a double-layered steel wall around Terra?
too difficult!
Who would have thought that behind the steel fortress lay an even larger and more formidable one? Did the empire have so many resources that it didn't know what to do with them?!

"Savior, is this your tactic? Trying to stop me with a massive amount of defense?"

Horus clutched his stomach and took a deep breath, his face contorted and his lips trembling uncontrollably.

His liver is a little sore.

Since the start of the battle, the Dark Emperor has been commanding at an excessive pace, which has taken a heavy toll on his body. Even with his Chaos Demon Body, he is exhausted from the immense strain.

Horus originally thought that the most difficult time was over and that the next step was to press on and push forward.

Who would have thought that this was just the beginning? He felt he couldn't hold on any longer.

Sure enough, that savior was the real enemy he needed to be wary of, and he was so troublesome!
Horus stared at the abhorrent defensive line and remained silent.

He is somewhat depressed.

At this moment, he had elevated the threat level of the savior and emperor to that of a lifelong enemy, no less than that of the false emperor!

The entire area fell silent; no one spoke, and the aura of the chaotic entity grew increasingly subdued.

They didn't know how to break through this new steel defense and reach Terra.

"What should we do?" Magnus looked at the Dark Emperor, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Crimson King remained proud and refused to yield to the Savior's ironclad defenses.

He hoped that the Chaos Alliance would maintain its will to continue fighting, rather than succumb to despair.

That would be a disgrace to all anti-antibodies, and would make them unable to hold their heads high in front of the Savior.

Afterwards, more Primarchs and Chaos Archmages looked at Horus's retreating figure with a hint of concern in their eyes.

Without a doubt, the Dark Emperor is the only being capable of leading the Chaos army to continue the attack.

Only he could use his art of command and battlefield control to turn the tide and enable the Chaos army to win against overwhelming odds.

They were all watching Horus, hoping that the Dark Emperor could hold on and not bring shame upon Chaos.

"Horus?" Magnus thought for a moment and walked forward, wanting to persuade his Primarch brother, the Dark Emperor.

In his line of sight, the Dark Emperor's shoulders were trembling, as if he were caught in some uncontrollable emotion.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Horus laughed loudly, his eyes filled with even more fighting spirit, adopting the posture of a king:
"Savior, do you think this is my limit? Do you think such a defense line can stop the Dark Emperor?"
You underestimate me!

Horus regained his power and turned to look at the corrupted Primarch and the Chaos Archdaemons behind him.

He issued the order with an icy gaze, his tone brooking no argument:
"We will continue our offensive, no matter what obstacles lie ahead."

From this moment forward, anyone who hesitates to fight will be reduced to a lowly coward and traitor, and will suffer the most cruel torture.

The Savior cannot stop the coming of Chaos; the Great Dark Emperor will lead you to destroy all the defenses built by the Savior.

Trampling on Terra's land!

Horus's attitude was so confident and resolute.

As the false emperor's power spiraled out of control, they had no way out but to fight back and destroy all obstacles.

Only then will there be a chance to completely seal off the tyrant who is about to go mad.

More importantly, he didn't want to lose to the savior, he didn't want to lose to the one who had so thoroughly humiliated him.

Horus was deeply scarred by the savior's indifference and cold violence, and he would rather die than admit defeat.

Destroying the steel defenses that the savior painstakingly built and killing his loyal warriors would be the best form of revenge.

When he tried to bring the savior back, all he saw was blood and wreckage scattered throughout the airspace.

hum~
A vortex storm formed in the void above Horus's head, and black flames ignited on his terrifying demonic body.

He was like a living god, radiating unparalleled wisdom and dominance.

That was one of his powers as the Dark Emperor.

"Now, you will see what the true limit is, destroy the savior's defenses!"

Horus's terrifying demonic body sprouted countless threads that penetrated deep into the void, followed by a continuous barrage of terrifying commands that projected evil energy onto the battlefield.

In an instant, the Chaos army received command after command, coordinating their attack and swarming towards the steel defenses like a bee.

"Kill!"

"Plague Blessing!"

"Listen to this maddening, ominous sound!"

"Ah, I've seen the weakness in the defense line; it will soon meet its end!"

Under unified command, the combined army of the gods was far more powerful than before; they were fearless and unstoppable.

The colorful waves formed by the chaotic army crashed against the high metal walls, and every moment, countless demons died, and more of the Empire's firepower was consumed.

The sea of ​​stars is burning fiercely!
Drop drop-

In the command center of Holy Terra, piercing alarms blared incessantly.

Chaos's offensive was too fierce, and all commanders were in a state of extreme anxiety and overwhelmed.

Even with the computational assistance of the Mechanical Goddess and the support of drugs, they still struggled to keep up with the terrifying thought speed of the Dark Emperor Horus.

With the opponent's desperate gamble and the help of the Chaos Gods, its power has surpassed the limits of humanity and even the Primarch, reaching another dimension and infinitely approaching the level of a god!
On the giant virtual sandbox, new red lights kept appearing, while the blue light representing the empire kept fading away.

Due to the rapid changes in data, the machinery inside the sand table even fell into severe overload and became slightly sluggish.

"We can't stop them, we simply can't stop them..."

Roger Dorn gazed at the situation on the virtual sandbox, a flicker of fear crossing the depths of his eyes.

Horus, that traitor, possessed such terrifying command skills that even with his full effort, he could hardly keep up with the enemy's pace. One line after another crumbled, and platforms fell. The enemy had practically taken control of the battlefield, targeting the weak points of every area and even precisely avoiding high-intensity firepower.

Even with the Imperial garrison's superior defenses and firepower, it was difficult to withstand Horus's advance. As long as the vanguard of Chaos could reach the air defense zone, the position would fall!
The lord of the mountain camp finally realized just how vast the gap was between himself and Horus when it came to commanding armies in battle.

That traitor is several times stronger than he was ten thousand years ago, to an incomprehensible degree.

He was even somewhat glad that he hadn't rashly led his elite army to besiege Horus, otherwise it would have led to an even greater defeat!
"Brother, I'm sorry, I failed to lead the Terran garrison well." Dorn was almost in despair and slumped back into his command post.

In the current situation, command is no longer meaningful. The only thing the Imperial garrison can do is to stay put and defend their line of defense using the most conservative means.

Although that would waste a lot of troops and cause more losses, it was the only option.

Dorn leaned against his command post, muttering, "Time is running out. I hope it's not too late..."

On the Great Wall of Steel, another section of the defense platform fell in flames, like a giant whale in the void sinking into the abyss.

"Kill!"

Horus, his black armor battered and bruised, wielded the Worldbreaker and destroyed a giant turret.

He then continued to fight with the Fallen Primarchs toward the core area, destroying one floating melee fortress after another.

The Dark Emperor was exhausted, but he still led the Chaos Alliance to break through one defense line after another.

Advancing at an even faster pace, constantly pushing the limits.

His heart was filled with a surging fighting spirit; this was revenge against the savior.

Rush!
Give it your all!

This is true battlefield control and the art of command!
Rumble~
After an unknown amount of time, this last fortress of the steel defense line collapsed under the impact of the chaotic behemoth and was engulfed in black flames.

The billowing flames swept across, lifting the cloaks of Horus and other chaotic beings.

Those high-ranking beings personally charged into battle, their bodies covered in dust and their armor riddled with deep wounds.

Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain, and they finally broke through the savior's double-layered steel Great Wall defenses.

"Burn! Terra will submit at my feet!"

Horus, panting heavily as he leaned on the Worldbreaker's hammer, still managed to unleash his fel flames to destroy the floating platform above him, eliminating the Empire's last threat in the region.

The collapse of the floating platform triggered a chain reaction, causing more special black stone devices to explode in succession.

That means the area has been completely overrun by chaos.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Victory belongs to the Lord of Chaos!"

The chaotic beings, though battered and bruised, persevered until the moment of victory.

They destroyed the last obstacle set up by that abominable savior, and a tear welled up in their joy.

Chaos, through the Dark Emperor's art of command and will, defeated the Savior's defenses!

"Savior, is this what you wanted to see? The Terra defenses have completely collapsed, and my command capabilities far surpass your so-called logistical advantages."

This is the real war!

Horus watched this scene with such cold eyes.

However, when he saw several troop transport ships continuing to retreat, he sensed that something was wrong.

Does this scene seem familiar?
"No way... Could it be?!" The Dark Emperor's voice trembled as he thought of something, and he held his breath in tension.

Not only him, but the other Fallen Primarchs and Chaos Archdemons were also keeping a close eye on that area.

They had thought of something terrifying.

Under the horrified gaze of Horus and other chaotic beings, troop transport ships headed toward Terra and then broke through some kind of veil.

A brand new, much larger steel Great Wall of defense appeared before everyone, gleaming coldly.

"There...there's more?" Horus's eyes widened, and he even felt a little disoriented, thinking that he was experiencing a warp illusion.

Commonly known as ghost wall.

Former Imperial Regent Guilliman deeply understood this when he returned to Terra and faced wave after wave of vengeful spirits.

But Horus is now facing an impact several times stronger than Guilliman did back then, after all, he is encountering one super space steel wall after another, each one like a small continent.

It's far more difficult than attacking a civilized planet!
There was nothing that could be done about it. When Ron planned to build the Space Steel Wall, many Forge Worlds actively participated and provided a large amount of resources.

Building defensive positions for Holy Terra and the Savior is the greatest honor of all.

Who wants to miss out?
This led to the continuous expansion of the related projects, and in order to cover up the truth, more redundant platforms, components, and so on had to be built.

When Ron discovered that the project was being built faster than expected and was constantly expanding, he urgently increased the scale of the project, attempting to build an unprecedented space wall.

The main reason was that he couldn't resist the hype from the foundry department and was also obsessed with the artistic creativity of building wonders.

The final plan was to envelop the entire solar system, with interconnected defense platforms forming a colossal savior statue.

The image of the savior will stand tall and majestic among the stars.

The people in the foundry department confidently stated—

In this way, even if the Chaos Demon army and more Tyranid Hive fleets attack, they will not be able to break through the solar system's space defenses.

More importantly, once completed, the great icon of the savior and emperor will be visible even from outside the Milky Way!

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately made the decision, planning to build it over two hundred years, encircling the entire solar system to create a colossal statue spectacle.

Although the cost is high, it is for the safety of the solar system!
This has caused considerable controversy, with the existence of lions and other creatures advising the savior against excessive defense.

Ultimately, only a portion of the plan was retained, but it still left several layers of steel walls for defense of Holy Terra.

Of course, the main reason this plan was not fully implemented was that the Faculty of Mechanics offered a better defense plan for Holy Terra than the Great Wall.

Therefore, Ron decided not to surround the solar system, but to save it for a later time to choose a new star system to build that giant statue spectacle.

The steel defenses left behind by Holy Terra also played an unexpected protective role, blocking the siege of Holy Terra by the Chaos Gods and Horus, and providing the Imperial army with valuable time.

"hateful!"

"My dear father, this is impossible..."

The Primarch and the Chaos Archmages, gazing at the new defensive line before them, were utterly plunged into despair.

They looked at each other in despair, unable to think of a way to win.

The eyes of these chaotic beings revealed only one thought—

They tried their best but couldn't win, so why don't we just disband?

After Horus realized that the steel defenses before him were real, he was so disoriented that he could barely stand and his mind went blank.

The savior is too good at hiding.

That's a beast! Absolutely a beast!

What kind of nesting doll planetary rings are these? They're impossible to break! They're really impossible to break!
The Dark Emperor discovered that his prized experience and abilities were utterly insignificant in the face of the scoundrel's arrogance.

What art of command, what king of war? It's a joke. It's not even as good as someone who has the wealth to pile up armor and materials!

He lost.

He gave it his all, only to lose so utterly!
"No! No! No!"

White ashes fell, a cold wind howled, Horus closed his eyes in agony, and, exhausted, collapsed to his knees.

Due to prolonged overload operation, it lost its last bit of strength and fell backward.

The Dark Emperor lay on the ground, his face green, a tear streaming down his cheek, a picture of utter despair and helplessness...

Meanwhile, in the Holy Terra Command Center.

"Why has that traitor Horus stopped attacking?" Roger Dorn swallowed his bitter coffee, a hint of doubt in his mind.

However, outside his area of ​​focus, the subspace was quietly surging, so deep and dark.

The embodiment of the power of the Chaos Gods has quietly appeared!
(End of this chapter)