Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 782 Chaos Gods: Selling Blood and Going All In to Fight the Savior, If We Lose, We'll Go to the Rooftop!

"What just happened?"

Roger Dorn sensed an ominous aura, but it quickly dissipated.

Without a trace.

He frowned slightly: "Perhaps it's just an illusion, rather than something actually happening."

"Sir, I'm afraid we need to conduct a full investigation."

Although Taco couldn't sense that aura, he realized something from the change in the expression of the Mountain Formation Master.

His subconscious alertness instantly heightened, prompting him to issue a warning.

If His Majesty the Savior were here, he would be highly vigilant about any changes and would not overlook any possible crisis.

His Majesty might also go to a secret chamber to perform some kind of mysterious blessing ritual to ensure the smooth progress of things.

“You’re right, we need to be more careful. Let the reconnaissance team investigate the relevant areas.”

Dorn nodded upon hearing this and gave the order.

He trusted Taco's keen judgment, and even his older brother often took his advice.

He then inspected the steel defenses and the defenses throughout Holy Terra, and accelerated the backup plan before he was finally at ease.

At least Horus no longer has the means to continue attacking the steel defenses.

As soon as Dorn sat back down in his command position, the servo machine next to him came over and poured him a hot drink, along with some exquisite desserts and fruit.

Clearly, it's afternoon tea time.

"So this is how you fight, brother?"

Dorn felt the massage from the servo mechanism, took another sip of hot drink, and was quite moved.

Previously, he was unable to compete with Horus, who was blessed by the Chaos Gods, in terms of command, and had no choice but to implement the most conservative defensive plan.

Then, just like the savior always had, Dorne sat in his command post waiting for news.

He no longer needs to stare at that extremely complex virtual sandbox, nor does he need to rack his brains to formulate strategies.

All tasks are carried out by the corresponding commanders, just like a finely operating machine.

It was only then that Dorn realized that although the new empire's war model lacked sophisticated command and tactics, it was undeniably stable!

That mode of warfare was so simple and solid, purely a contest of manpower and resources.

If we can win, we will use excess troops to rush over and clear out their firepower; if we cannot win, we will hold our ground, clear out their firepower, and then retreat.

Anyway, there's another defensive line; let the enemy dismantle it.

It's not a big problem.

Dorn watched as Horus painstakingly dismantled several steel defenses before finally giving up.

The Chaos Alliance's firepower was exhausted, its offensive came to a complete standstill, and it no longer had the ability to advance.

Meanwhile, the imperial garrison continued to hold their positions on the new defensive line, while continuously replenishing their firepower.

There are several large storage warehouses on Holy Terra, which are full and enough to last for a long time.

This exhilarating war mode made Dorn very happy, and he was even a little teary-eyed. This was the real way to defend a city!
Ten thousand years ago, when Terra was besieged, I wasn't really defending the city; I was constantly putting out fires.

If the builders of that time could have been like saviors, leaving Terra with a formidable defensive line.

Perhaps then Father wouldn't have had to ascend the Golden Throne.

At the time, I didn't know which guy was in charge of building the Holy Terra Defense Line... Oh, it turns out I built the defense line myself, so it's alright now.

The leader of the mountain formation increasingly felt that his savior, his elder brother, was the true top commander, without exception.

All talk of command skills and battlefield control is inferior; the savior decided everything before the war even began.

Such a commander can pre-determine the route, thereby guiding people to true victory!

Dorn's thoughts drifted away as he continued to gaze at the virtual map of the solar system.

The map intended for the savior was very simple, practically a foolproof map, marking out which areas belonged to our side, which areas belonged to the enemy, and some important military targets.

easy to understand.

Currently, the Imperial garrison is launching a barrage of artillery fire at the Chaos Alliance from a distance, wave after wave.

Once they have used a massive amount of ammunition to deplete another batch of Chaos forces, they can launch a full-scale offensive.

That was the moment when Horus and the other traitors truly faced despair.

As Dorn awaited the final battle, more changes continued to occur in a certain region of the solar system.

Deep space.

The avatars of the chaotic gods' powers gradually solidified, and the probes placed in the deep space received special fluctuations and reacted instantly.

However, before the detector could complete its judgment and transmit the information, it was enveloped by a shifting power.

Then its warning lights, which had been on, gradually went out, as if nothing had happened.

"Savior above, what is this?"

"Ah, what a terrible dark tide! Holy Terra will probably be completely swallowed up!"

The psychic on duty sensed the danger, and a bright white psychic light burst from his eyes as he tried to send out a warning message.

But their psionic communications hit an invisible wall, a wall that was infinitely thick and infinitely high, almost penetrating the entire High Heaven.

There is no doubt that this area is sealed off by the evil energy of some terrifying entity, making it virtually impossible to break through.

Upon seeing this, the guardian psionicist within the giant suspended boulder array quickly changed the method of transmitting information, choosing to do so via mechanical and physical means.

However, as soon as the physical electromagnetic signal was transmitted, it crashed into the chaotic airspace, where time and space were continuously stretched.

That means the electromagnetic signal will drift in the relevant airspace for a very long time.

It could be hours, days, or even decades, or it could even be going back in time, where all electromagnetic signals could be completely extinguished without the relevant channels being received.

"No, this is an invasion launched by an evil god. Before this place becomes a realm of chaos, we must find a new way to send a warning..."

The high-level psionicist in charge of controlling the megalithic array, blind and trembling, spoke.

He knew that there was no hope of saving this area, and that everyone would either die or become their slaves in the face of supreme terror.

No psionicist could resist such erosion in the deep space realm.

But they must deliver the warning before hope is extinguished, telling the Terran Chaos Gods that their erosion of galactic reality is deepening.

That's something that's never happened before!
However, before these psionicists could do anything, frost had already appeared and was spreading rapidly.

What followed was a thick, colorful black mist, and an indescribable dark aura descended upon the megalithic formation.

"I saw it! It was an all-knowing and all-powerful ruler!"

"Secrets, all the secrets!"

"The only hope!"

In an instant, the psychics on duty fell into chaos and began to wail, muttering obscure spells and languages.

Their eyes and mouths blazed with a hideous light.

The blind high-ranking psychic fell to his knees with a thud, bowing his head and clutching the holy cross on his chest in prayer:
"Great Savior, please forgive us for being unable to continue serving you..."

Then he was swallowed up by the colorful black mist, and all information, sounds, and fluctuations became silent.

All the psionicists on duty were corrupted and transformed into another kind of life form with eyes and tentacles, maintaining this deep space front.

However, this front has changed hands and no longer belongs to the empire.

Darkness continues to spread.

A colossal chaotic phantom appeared unrestrainedly, enveloping the area and quietly eroding the deep space domain and the black stone structure's blockade defenses.

This plunged the entire region into an endless abyss, and the void almost resembled warp space.

That supreme power continued to extend, and one could vaguely see hatred churning within it.

While Horus and the Chaos Alliance were blocked by the Great Wall, the Chaos Gods were also quietly carrying out their plans.

Even as terrifying changes occurred in this deep space region, not a single message was transmitted out. The Lord of Changes gazed at the dense spiderweb within the solar system, constantly adjusting the connections within it.

His gaze swept across a deep hatred, a hatred for the cursed and the savior.

Not only Him, but also other chaotic evil gods.

The supreme beings of the warp harbored an unparalleled hatred for the cursed and the savior.

Darkness is coming, but Terra is completely unaware of it.

"Safety confirmed." Inside the Holy Terra command center, the intelligence officer reported the situation from various locations:
"Reporting to the commander."

According to the Auger matrix, the subspace volatility index in the deep space region is currently in a beta-level stable state…

The reconnaissance forces scanned the solar system again but found no other signs of threat.

Currently, the only threats to Holy Terra are the Chaos Alliance led by the Dark Emperor Horus and New Dragonlin, located at the boundary between the warp and galactic reality.

"Alright, we can now consider launching a final attack on the traitor Horus."

Roger Dorn breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the intelligence.

After multiple scans, they still couldn't find the expected main force of Chaos.

But that doesn't matter anymore, Horus and the Chaos Alliance have already penetrated deep into the steel defenses of Holy Terra.

Once the Imperial garrison launches a campaign to exterminate Horus and other traitors, even if the main forces of Chaos reappear, they will be unable to provide timely assistance.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Battle of Terra will come to an end, marking the first time he has won a major battle so easily.

However, before Dorn could give the order, an anomaly occurred, and alarms suddenly sounded in the deep space.

So jarring.

That means a deadly threat!
At that moment, the intelligence officer's hoarse voice rang out:

"Highest alert: Spatial coordinates Delta-7-3-9, a large amount of subspace energy fluctuations have occurred in an area 300,000 kilometers away from Mandeville point, with a fluctuation index of 9.99, exceeding the threshold line by 5 standard points, and it is still rising!"
That was intense chaotic erosion; new cracks appeared!

Such a drastic change made the air in the entire command hall tense; everyone held their breath and sprang into action.

Even without any warning, Dorn noticed the violent reaction in the void.

He suddenly turned his head to look at a certain area, and his eyes widened immediately.

The changes in that void were visible to the naked eye; the remaining starlight and lamplight were completely extinguished, and the deep-space mechanical devices and fortress ruins were completely swallowed up.

It was as if some abyss had swallowed all the objects.

"Are those warp gods finally going to make their move?" Dorn swallowed hard and muttered to himself.

His heart was heavy.

The airspace was silent, yet everyone could feel the undisguised, deep malice emanating from within the abyss and the silent roar of an unknown entity.

If it weren't for the spatial veil preventing the subspace evil god's true form from descending, the entire solar system and many other regions would probably have been devoured by those terrifying life forms.

There was absolutely no chance of resistance!
Although the true form of the Chaos Gods cannot descend, the influence of their emanations is something that even the galactic reality cannot withstand.

At this moment, both Roger Dorn and the other commanders truly felt the terror of the evil god.

It was a tremor from the depths of my heart; fear seemed to be crawling out from the bottom of my soul!

"Sir, we must execute the backup plan immediately," Taco's voice came through.

He tried to remain calm, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

“Execute it.” Dorn nodded, his gaze still fixed on the silent void abyss.

It seemed as if some terrifying thing might burst forth from the abyss at any moment.

That is probably the real attack brewing from chaos!

As all commanders prepared for battle with intense focus, the same question arose in their minds—

Can the Great Wall of Steel withstand the attack of the Chaos God?!

The Chaos Gods only revealed a fraction of their authority, yet they plunged the people of the new empire into self-doubt.

They feared that the ironclad defenses constructed by the savior would be insufficient to withstand the power of the evil god.

That was an inevitable outcome; it was the pressure exerted by a higher-dimensional being on a lower-level life form, an unequal war.

Just as the commanders were feeling worried and anxious.

The Void Abyss.

Warp energy surged forth.

A colossal phantom of an evil god stood there, its power distorting the surrounding void.

"Damn it, the Savior's cursed defenses, they should be completely plagued and sink into a quagmire!"

The wicked father coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, extremely angry.

He clutched his rotting chest, heartbroken, almost spitting blood.

The Great Wall of Steel built by the Savior caused the Chaos Gods to suffer too much loss, and the continuous influx of evil energy brought them to the brink of bankruptcy.

Even worse, they were completely bogged down in this siege of Terra. If they couldn't win, all their previous investments would be for naught, and they would suffer a severe blow.

These chaotic gods vaguely felt that they had been exploited by the savior, the emperor of the empire.

If we don't win this battle soon, we'll go bankrupt!

"We must shatter that defense and bring war and slaughter upon Terra and the cursed!"

The phantom of the Blood God Khorne burned fiercely, unleashing a deafening roar.

However, that means even more investment, unimaginable investment.

Only in that way can the savior's steel defenses and the black stone sealing devices within them be completely torn apart through the spatial veil.

Even these supreme evil gods who control the warp trembled at the thought of such a high investment!
But in the end, the Chaos Gods all agreed to continue pouring evil power into them.

They were driven to the brink by the Savior, and had no other choice.

hum~
The darkness within the Void Abyss deepened afterward, and intense evil energy continued to gather.

The Chaos Gods poured in a massive amount of evil energy with great heartache, and due to the excessive investment, even their Chaos Realms shrank and collapsed to varying degrees.

The Chaos Gods went all in, selling their blood; if they lost, they'd be sent straight to the rooftop!
The stinking swamps of Nurgle Gardens gradually dried up, large swaths of twisted jungle withered, and rotting flies and insects fell to the ground and died.

The area of ​​damage was even wider than the incineration before the Emperor's.

Meanwhile, many areas of Khorne's Bloodlands cracked, brass fortresses collapsed, and more duels were buried.

Those gladiators, having lost the blessing of the Blood God, ceased their duels, bewildered and lost.

There was nothing they could do; the Blood God's family was also out of food.

Within the labyrinth of pleasure, many devotees of pleasure suddenly discovered that the illusions had changed; the originally clear, beautiful, and sensory-enhancing illusionary experiences were now faintly pixelated.

Gold no longer shines, delicacies have lost their flavor, and even the succubi that once attracted believers in the realm have lost their alluring charm.

They had become much thicker, their delicate skin was wrinkled, and their beautiful voices sounded like those of middle-aged women.

A nobleman from the outskirts of the empire, who had strayed into the realm of pleasure and was enjoying a high-class "bath," suddenly sobered up upon seeing such a drastic downgrade in consumption, and fled in panic.

These succubi are less attractive than the barbarians in their city-state countryside!

As for the interior of the crystal maze, the mirrors also showed cracks of varying degrees, making the maze less deceptive.

Inside the secret library, a large number of Tzeentch Fears left this area and disappeared without a trace.

That was an unprecedented massive layoff in the history of Crystal Maze, leaving many chaotic beings in tears!

The massive amounts of faith and evil power extracted by the Chaos Gods caused numerous adverse changes in the Chaos Realm.

However, this also allowed them to accumulate terrifying power in the galactic reality and the abyss of the void.

A unique spatial rift emerged from the void abyss and rushed towards Terra's location.

The Great Wall of Steel and its Black Stone containment mechanisms were utterly unable to stop the spread of the cracks; they were penetrated and torn apart in some way...

(End of this chapter)