Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 783 Roger Dorn: Fighting alone, so what if Horus invades? I'll avoid his attacks!

"Savior!"

"A false catastrophe of chaos!"

"The sky... the sky has cracked open, and that dark scar is coming toward our lines!"

The Fourth Steel Great Wall Front, a giant defensive platform.

The imperial guards stared at the distant, torn sky, their eyes filled with barely suppressed fear.

The chaplains at the outpost knelt down, clutching their rosaries and praying incessantly.

They had never faced such a terrifying sight; the sky was completely torn apart, and darkness covered everything like a flood pouring down from the heavens.

The special rifts created by the Chaos Gods at the cost of their vital energy and by drawing upon their essential powers have brought immense trauma to the galactic reality.

Even the Black Rock subspace barrier constructed by the savior could not withstand it.

The whispers and roars from the highest heavens plunged people into uncontrollable restlessness and fear.

Some of the mortal guards, their heads throbbing with pain, couldn't help but want to offer their worship to the enormous figure in the darkness.

"The black stone barrier in this area can't hold up anymore, and the erosion of chaos will become stronger and stronger."

Within three hours at most, large-scale corruption and erosion will cripple the defenders' fighting capacity.

Thor Garadon, the third combat company commander of the Fist of the Empire, gazed at the dark sky, his voice filled with deep worry.

He turned to the high-ranking Iron Warrior beside him: "When will our Blackrock Barrier be restored?"

"Brother, our people are working hard to repair the Blackstone engine, but we can't guarantee that it will be fixed."

War blacksmith Frick removed his white construction safety helmet and explained to Galadon:

"The chaotic interference is very strong, causing many components to be corroded and burned. Even if new parts are replaced, it may not be able to continue to operate."

He currently has a fairly good relationship with that Imperial Fist company commander.

In the days that followed, their two legions, one responsible for defense and the other for repairing the lines, had forged some friendships during this major battle to defend Terra.

Even the past hatred between the two sides has been diluted considerably.

"I'm more worried about that damn thing than repairing the Blackrock Engine; it's clearly coming for us."

Frick took a deep breath and pointed to the crack in the void that seemed to absorb almost all light:

"If we don't get rid of it, our defenses will be hit head-on by that thing before the engine is repaired. Nobody knows what will happen, and I don't think it's going to be a good thing."

"I have already reported the intelligence to our Father of Genetics."

Galadon rested his hand on the terrace railing, watching the dark crack slowly engulf him:
"It is said that the high-level think tanks and the great sages of the Cult of Mechanics have launched an emergency analysis, but no results have been obtained yet."

We will know as soon as we have any relevant information.

"So, we have absolutely no way to deal with that thing right now?" Frick said with a hint of helplessness.

Previously, their giant defense platform had already fired several rounds of artillery fire at the Dark Rift, even launching a salvo of whirlwind torpedo clusters, large holy ash bombs, and hell missiles.

But it had no effect whatsoever; instead, it made the dark rifts surge even more violently.

Therefore, the defense platform was ordered to temporarily cease attacks to prevent more unpredictable consequences.

Now they could only watch helplessly as the dark rift closed in, like a countdown to some kind of end.

Flick sighed softly:
"If His Majesty the Savior were here, we would have nothing to fear, and he would surely be able to deal with that monstrous thing."

For the Imperial defenders, the absence of a savior in such a large-scale battle left them with a vague feeling that humanity had lost its leader.

While the Lord of the Mountain Array is powerful, he is still unable to shoulder the responsibility of protecting humanity and Terra.

Galadon didn't react much to this, choosing instead to remain silent, agreeing with the War Blacksmith's idea.

The Mountain Array Master, the genetic father of their Imperial Fist, was far less prestigious in the Empire than the Savior.

The only one who can truly reassure humanity and boost morale now is that savior, the emperor of the empire.

They all hoped that a savior would appear and turn the tide.

However, to the concern of the Imperial garrison, even as the battle had progressed to this point, the Savior remained silent, and no news came out.

There were even rumors circulating that the savior was not in Holy Terra at all, and that he had left the solar system before the battle even began.

“Perhaps, His Majesty the Savior is brewing some kind of counterattack plan…” Galadon shook his head, not believing that the Savior would leave quietly.

He believed even more strongly that the savior was secretly carrying out some kind of plan in the shadows, in order to defeat all the chaotic evils and traitors in one fell swoop.

hum~
Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared in the void.

Galadon and Frick looked up and saw that the light was coming from a floating fortress in front of the front line.

Its surface is covered with a psionic barrier.

That was clearly a large-scale sorcery array constructed by the Grey Knights; they were attempting to create a psionic barrier to stop the spread of the dark rift.

"The Grey Knights are trying to stop them; that must be an order from the Holy Terra Command. They've begun testing relevant countermeasures!"

At this moment, all the high-ranking imperial beings in the vicinity looked towards the floating fortress, their hearts filled with anticipation.

If the psionic barrier can block the dark rifts, it means that the Iron Line has found a way to stop the crisis.

Instead of letting the darkness descend.

However, soon after, the expectant looks in everyone's eyes turned into a deeper fear. Galaddon crushed the railing, his body trembling slightly.
"The Grey Knights have failed, and our defenses have also failed to stop that abominable warp rift!"

In view, the floating fortress was enveloped by a bubble-like psionic barrier, which was then covered by the colorful black mist from the dark rift.

Under the onslaught of chaos, the psionic barrier visibly dimmed.

Even more terrifying, an enormous hand formed of black mist emerged from the dark rift and crushed the psionic barrier in an instant.

It was as if some despicable giant, spanning the entire universe, casually dealt with the tiny insect blocking his way, without the slightest pity.

Ultimately, the floating platform lost all contact and was swallowed up by the endless abyss of darkness, disappearing without a trace.

Galadon stared at the horrific scene, and he and Flick stood there dumbfounded for a long time, unable to calm down.

Any human being who witnesses the boundless power of higher-dimensional beings will be deeply terrified by the unknown horror.

At that moment, the resolute voice of the Watcher and the Master of the Mountain Formation came through his command channel.

The other party issued the order:
"Galatan, the command's defense plan against the rift has failed."

Your 113th war zone will be directly impacted by the chaos. We cannot predict the consequences of the steel defenses being breached.

"Evacuate immediately."

For the Holy Terra command, the steel defenses in this area are likely doomed.

It would be better to evacuate the personnel as soon as possible to preserve our fighting force.

"My Lord, our 113th War Zone has no chance of evacuation. May the Holy Light protect us."

Galadon swallowed hard and replied to the leader of the mountain formation, "Before we fall, we will transmit as much intelligence as possible to help command..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the communication was forcibly cut off by some unknown chaotic force, followed by piercing roars and screams.

Even the third combat company commander of the Imperial Fist couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Unbeknownst to them, the dark rift accelerated its spread, engulfing the giant defensive platform.

All objects and debris along the way were submerged.

Afterward, branches of the crack extended through the giant defense platform and many other areas.

Galadon watched helplessly as his defensive line was breached, and the entire defensive platform was split in two.

It was a tearing apart of both the physical and the unnatural realms; the giant defense platform was still there, but a special path had been carved out in the middle.

Moreover, countless figures were moving about in that peculiar dark road.

“Savior, I know what those warp abominations want to do. This is a passage that can cross all defenses. They want to…”

Galadon's eyes widened, filled with even more fear and shock.

However, before he could do anything, more chaotic demons roared and rushed out, surging towards the Imperial defenders on this front.

They felled one human warrior after another, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. Now the Imperial defenders had lost the protection of their positions and their firepower advantage; they would face the claws of the demons head-on.

"For the savior!"

After a brief period of panic, the imperial garrison quickly organized a new defensive line.

This time, they relied on a wall of flesh and blood.

The human warriors did not lose their fighting power in fear; on the contrary, they became even more ferocious, engaging in a bloody melee with the demons!
Even a mortal army has the courage to fight to the death against abhorrent demons!

"Humanity……"

The Chaos Gods observed this scene from behind the veil, a hint of apprehension flashing in their eyes.

Over the past few centuries, humanity has grown stronger under the rule of the savior.

They are more powerful than during the time when the Cursed ruled.

That's a threat.

Fortunately, this threat will soon be eliminated, whether by the cursed being, the savior, or by the unity and fearlessness of humanity.

All of this will be completely torn apart!

"Fear, you cursed ones!" Khorne roared, and He even sensed a deep unease emanating from the Golden Throne of Terra.

That had never happened before.

A faint fluctuation of higher dimensions emanated, sweeping across Terra and suppressing the power that was trying to spread from the palace.

This time, the Chaos Gods were more resolute than ever before; they had completely dismantled the ironclad defenses built by the Savior by selling their blood.

And the artifact Shadow Light from the new Dragon Forest Star is about to arrive, and that cursed one, the skeleton on the throne, will no longer be able to threaten them!

……

Inside a massive, floating, fallen platform, the elite Chaos Demons gathered in excitement.

Their eyes were bloodthirsty; their hatred was uncontrollable.

"Ha, has this moment finally arrived? The power emanating from chaos is so immense..."

Horus wielded the Worldbreaker's hammer, his black cloak fluttering in the storm of chaos.

The enormous phantom of Xinlong Linxing further amplified his power.

This dark emperor received new blessings from the gods, swept away his previous decline, and regained his kingly power.

More importantly, the Chaos Gods used their divine power to tear a passage through the steel defenses, leading directly to Terra.

The channels they created, which contained both physical and supernatural forces, could not be blocked by any defense.

That would mean that all the defenses built by the Saviors had failed, whether it was the Great Wall of Steel in space or the various defensive lines on Terra.

They are like paper in the face of chaos, utterly useless.

Horus then no longer needed any art of command; he only needed to lead his elite troops along the passage into the palace and reach the golden throne.

That would end the siege of Terra completely.

"Now, no one can stop me, I am unstoppable..."

Horus sneered as he crushed the head of the high-ranking commander of the Imperial Guard; the man was utterly pathetic.

The Imperial garrison completely lost its logistical and firepower advantages, making it unable to stop the spread of the Dark Rift, let alone provide them with fire support.

In this situation, he didn't feel that anything could stop him, whether it was the Primarch, the Grey Knight, or anything else.

Even if the savior came, it would still be the same, as the Dark Emperor said!

In the void, dark rifts continued to spread towards Terra, piercing through one steel defense line after another.

There are eight in total!
Moreover, behind those steel defense lines, numerous fleets were towing various large platforms and materials, seemingly engaged in urgent construction.

Is the new empire building new defensive lines while fighting?

Horus watched this scene, his liver and kidneys throbbing with pain again. How utterly depraved was this savior?!
If it weren't for the Chaos Gods using their higher-dimensional powers to dismantle the Savior's defenses...

Even if they fight for decades, they might not be able to destroy those defenses.

Unfortunately, the savior's enormous investment and effort were all in vain.

"I really hope to see the Savior's face filled with regret and fear." Horus's smile was icy.

Once that timid and cautious fellow loses his defenses and firepower, he'll probably have no choice but to run away trembling in fear.

The so-called divine weapons researched by the Savior are only good for bullying ordinary Chaos Archdemons; they're not enough for a Primarch like himself who wields power.

It has no effect at all.

This is Horus's advantage; he exists between humanity and chaos, making him almost immune to most divine and spiritual powers.

"As for Roger Dorn, do you still dare to show your face in front of me?"

Horus looked up at a certain area, which was probably the core of Terra Command.

However, with the steel defenses failing, the command core became useless, not even worthy of being attacked by its own dark emperor.

If that pathetic fellow Roger Dorn were to foolishly try to stop him, he would certainly inflict humiliation and pain upon him.

It would be best to take Dorne's head to that false emperor; perhaps the skeleton on the throne would shed a few hypocritical tears.

Just like how he smashed Saint Gilles into mincemeat in front of the false emperor ten thousand years ago.

"I wonder what the false emperor will think when he sees his trusted son raise his sword against him?"

Horus glanced at the demonized Saint Gilles beside him, a hint of excitement in his heart.

Perhaps having Saint Gilles cut off Roger Dorn's head in person wouldn't be a bad idea?

"Father, I will personally plunge the blade into your chest!"

This Dark Emperor, filled with hatred and blasphemy against the False Emperor, led the Fallen Primarch, Chaos Archmages, and elite demons on a journey to the Dark Rift on Terra.

The imperial fleet and the steel defenses bombarded the dark rift, but to no avail; they were all swallowed up.

The subsequent rebound caused them to suffer even more damage.

That means that large-scale armies have become obsolete, and what follows is hand-to-hand combat between elite troops.

Horus and the beings of chaos were filled with fighting spirit, and their abhorrent aura chilled the hearts of all.

fighting!

That will be the purest battle, where the weak will be knocked down and torn apart!
……

Holy Terra Command Center.

The situation here remains extremely tense and busy, with commanders performing their duties to minimize losses as much as possible.

"The plan has failed..."

Roger Dorn stood before the observation dome, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the dark rift that was spreading toward Holy Terra and devouring everything, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Then he silently turned and walked away.

Now I have to stop Horus and those corrupted Primarchs; they are numerous and powerful.

Meanwhile, the loyal Primarch of the Empire failed to return in time, leaving him all alone.

That was probably a battle from which there was no return, but he, the master of the mountain formation, still went without hesitation.

So what if that traitor Horus has broken in?
He himself was the last bastion of the empire, unless the enemy stepped over his body.

Otherwise, he would never allow anyone to harm the Emperor or his own father!

"grown ups."

At this moment, Taco caught up and solemnly bowed to this venerable Primarch.

He also knew how difficult this battle would be, and what a cruel price might be paid.

Taco wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye without leaving a trace and said softly:
"You have been granted access to all the Saviors' Armaments. Please proceed to the Redemption Arsenal. Hopefully, the equipment there will be of assistance in this battle..."

(End of this chapter)