Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 785 Roger Dorn: Alas, Chaos is too treacherous, I've been ganged up on!
Horus, are you afraid and dare not come to fight?
"You traitors who willingly became servants of the evil god, are you just going to hide like this? Come and fight me!"

Roger Dorn was so confident and emotional.

His roar echoed throughout the area, then gradually spread outwards, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

The master of the mountain formation directly challenged Horus, the Dark Emperor.

More importantly, he seems to be provoking not only Horus, but also all the corrupted Primarchs.

It's practically like they're saying everyone here is trash.

With the Armor of Redemption protecting him, Dorne felt no fear in the battle to come.

Instead, I am eager to try.

The armor his elder brother had given him was incredibly powerful. He wanted to know just how powerful it would be once its full potential was realized.
Today, he will single-handedly take on all the Chaos traitors!
Soon, Roger Dorn's provocation was amplified by the sound transmitter and transmitted to other areas.

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The Mountain Formation Master's reckless challenge surprised the chaotic beings who were unaware of the situation.

How dare that guy challenge the Dark Emperor and other Chosen Ones of Chaos at the same time?!

"What valor!" The Great Demon Khorne's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

Even the bravest Blood God Warrior wouldn't dare to charge like that.

Horus was a being who severely injured the cursed, the most powerful being among the Primarchs, and was blessed by all the Chaos Gods.

That was a blessing and favor that even the chief demon did not receive; below the gods, no one was stronger than him.

Perhaps only that supreme bloodthirsty demon, severely injured and secluded, has the ability to fight him.

And those Chosen Ones and Fallen Primarchs are legends in the galactic reality and the warp, beings capable of unleashing immense catastrophes.

Each of them is no less powerful than the master of the mountain formation, and some are even stronger.

After all, that being's combat power wasn't considered high among the Primarchs; it was even difficult for it to defeat the Fallen Phoenix Fugen in a duel.

According to the master of that mountain formation, does he intend to fight everyone alone?

This is utterly absurd!

The Chaos beings did not believe that Dorn could defeat Horus, the Dark Emperor; they thought that defeating one or two of the Chaos Chosen was probably the limit for him.

"When did our genetic father become so powerful?"

"Savior above."

Is it true that the Father of Genetics is going to challenge the traitor Horus and all the Primarchs of Chaos?

Not only were the Chaos beings bewildered, but even the Imperial Fist warriors from other regions were somewhat taken aback when they heard this challenge invitation.

This defies common sense and is hard to believe.

The warriors of the Imperial Fist do not know just how powerful Horus and the Fallen Primarch truly are.

But they knew how powerful that Father of Genetics was, and his chances of winning were extremely slim, as he was simultaneously fighting against traitors like Horus.

That would be a brutal brawl, and their genetic father would likely face extreme danger, possibly dying in the fight.

"Our lord is probably doing this for the sake of the empire and for our sake."

Tears welled in the eyes of the Imperial Fist Company Commander, his voice trembling: "He wanted to sacrifice himself to draw all the firepower and buy more time."

Upon hearing this, even the Imperial Fist warriors felt a pang of sorrow.

Upon learning this news, the other imperial garrison also held the lord of the mountain formation in the highest esteem.

That lord truly deserves to be called the last bastion of the empire!

In an instant, the imperial warriors paid their respects to the Lord of the Mountain Formation, which was also a kind of mourning.

Afterwards, with even greater determination, they faced the oncoming enemy of chaos.

Fight to the death and never retreat!

……

when!
At a certain core line, the shield wall formed by the Imperial Guards was brutally shattered by a heavy hammer, and the Skyhawk Shield Guards at the front were smashed into a bloody pulp along with their armor.

The terrifying black demonic body broke straight through the Imperial Guard's defenses.

Even though the High Priestess of Silence interfered with the opponent's fel energy, the Imperial Guard warriors were still unable to resist that irresistible force.

"hateful!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards trembled as he got up and looked at the hideous and extremely oppressive tall demonic body in front of him.

The being, illuminated by raging flames and the black planet behind it, appeared even more terrifying.

The commander of the Imperial Guards took a deep breath and reignited the power field of the Exemplary Spear.

They must hold this line, the last line, in case the Dark Rift sweeps across Holy Terra.

It's all over!

According to the command's analysis, once the Dark Rift reaches Holy Terra, the Chaos Abomination will be able to bypass all physical defenses and the Black Stone Blockade and directly attack the Royal Palace.

That could be a fatal blow to the Golden Throne.

From this perspective, Blackrock Fortress is probably the last stronghold of Holy Terra and even the Royal Palace.

Once the territory is lost, there will be no chance to defend it.

"For the Emperor!" the Imperial Guard commander roared, leading his troops to charge once more at that detestable being.

That was their final attack.

Horus, clad in jet-black armor, strode forward, ignoring the approaching Imperial Guards.

Those roaring Imperial Guardsmen charging towards him were like children with sticks, posing no threat whatsoever.

He easily thwarted all the attacks that came his way.

yah~
"How pathetic that you dare to try to stop humanity's new emperor?"

Horus gripped the Worldbreaker and ignited the force field, then swept it across, and several more Imperial Guards fell.

Then, his claws pierced the chest of the High Priestess of Silence, throwing her into the ruins.

At the same time, the Dark Emperor's guards also took action, executing the wounded Imperial Guards.

Bang!
Horus kicked the commander of the Imperial Guard away, sending him crashing into the Black Stone Engine in the area.

Such terrifying power even pierced through the force field shields along the way.

He then unleashed an unnatural fiendish flame, igniting the Imperial Guard commander along with the engine.

Horus destroyed the most heavily defended and most important engine node in the shortest possible time.

This weakened Blackrock Fortress's ability to block the Dark Rift, allowing the Chaos Curtain to cover it further.

He is far stronger than he was ten thousand years ago; the false emperor's imperial guards are utterly ineffective.

Once this Blackstone Fortress is destroyed, the Royal Palace will be practically within easy reach, and the remaining Imperial Guards inside won't be able to cause much trouble.

Just then, Roger Dorn's roar caught his attention.

That was an invitation to a duel from the other party.

Ok?
Horus frowned slightly, turned around, and the engine behind him burst into flames, causing the entire area to collapse.

Against the backdrop of this scene of destruction, he appeared even more ferocious.

"interesting."

Horus gazed at a certain area, his gaze seemingly piercing through both time and space.

That's the area where Roger Dorn, the False Emperor's good boy, lives.

A cold smile appeared on the face of the Dark Emperor:
"Does that guy think he can fight me just because he has armor forged by the savior? He probably doesn't even know what kind of power he's about to face..."

Horus abandoned the body of the last of the Royal Guards and led the Dark Guards into the rift toward that area.

He had not forgotten the humiliation Roger Dorn had inflicted on his command abilities inside the Chaos Temple.

That pathetic fellow must be shown what the consequences will be for humiliating the Dark Emperor.

"I will personally dismantle you and the little toys the savior created..."

Horus's gaze was cold.

He was ready to publicly humiliate and execute Roger Dorn, completely crushing the Imperial garrison's will to resist!

Soon, Mortalian, Magnus, and other Fallen Primarchs also received the duel invitation.

They were furious at the other party's arrogance.

Afterwards, these corrupted Primarchs quickly destroyed the relevant Blackrock Engines and headed towards the duel location.

A steady stream of chaotic beings is converging on the region where Roger Dorn is located.

That was one of the core areas of Blackrock Fortress, and also the battlefield for this duel.

The Chaos Demons all wished to see the Lord of the Mountain Array die under the torment of the Dark Emperor and the Fallen Primarchs.

Such an extremely blasphemous scene cannot be missed.

"Blood God..."

As soon as some Chaos Demons arrived at the target area, they witnessed an extremely horrific scene.

The Lord of the Mountain Formation is beating up the Hydra Lords—Alpharis and the Omega brothers!

In their field of vision, Omi Gang lay face down on the ground not far away, motionless, his fate unknown.

Alpharis, his armor shattered and blood gushing from his mouth, was using the broken "Pale Spear" to support himself as he struggled to his feet.

As for Roger Dorn himself, after launching a Hellfire Missile that sent Alpharis flying again, he proceeded to brutally beat the Keeper of the Secrets, the Darling of Pleasure.

When he abandoned the corpse of the Keeper of the Secret and turned towards the Chaos Demons.

The demons couldn't help but take a step back, no longer daring to attack this being.

How ferocious!

This scene left the Imperial garrison and the Chaos beings who had arrived speechless and incredulous.

The master of the mountain formation has gone berserk, moving as if there were no one there!
"I loathe evil spirits, what are you afraid of? I allow you to face me together!"

Dorn's voice was so strong and authoritative.

He became even more excited, and even vaguely felt that his power had increased slightly.

That mysterious power seemed to come from the subspace?
At this moment, the evil gods, including Nurgle the Merciful Father, in the warp turned to look at Khorne the Blood God, their eyes full of scrutiny.

They were already at a huge loss, risking severe injuries and even selling their blood to attack Terra, yet the Blood God still couldn't resist granting power to Chaos's enemy?!
"That was a manifestation of the power of killing, not a power I can control," Khorne said after a moment of silence.

He did not want to help the enemies of chaos, but the power of the rules was beyond his control.

"That Primarch will soon fall." At this moment, the Lord of Changes sensed something and said slowly.

He seemed certain of the fate of that loyal Primarch, the Lord of the Mountain.

Upon hearing this, the evil gods, including Nurgle the Merciful Father, said nothing more and continued to watch the battle.

They could not afford any more losses.

Inside Blackrock Fortress, Rogue Dorn fought with increasing ferocity, defeating even more Chaos Archmages.

The Blackstone Engine firmly defended this core position.

But before he could catch his breath, he sensed danger approaching.

"Death!"

Alpharis approached stealthily, lunging forward to stab his head with the remaining artifact spear—a long-awaited, fatal blow!
Fortunately, Dorn reacted in time and used the armor on his arm guards to block the fatal attack.

However, before he could retaliate, a new attack struck, knocking the weapon from his other hand.

That's Omega, the corrupted Primarch who has somehow regained his power.

The Hydra Lord has one soul and two bodies; as long as one survives, the other can quickly recover!
With the combined sneak attack of the two Fallen Primarchs, Dorn's mobility was temporarily restricted.

What's even more troublesome is that now he's being attacked not only by the Hydra Lord and the two Fallen Primarchs.

Unbeknownst to them, twisted mycelium appeared on the ground, growing rapidly upwards and tightly binding the legs of the Armor of Redemption.

That's the Death Lord's Fungal Abyss Attack!
More attacks followed, with the invisible magical mental attacks of the Crimson King Magnus and the blissful mists of the Fallen Phoenix Fugen obstructing vision.

Then, Mortalian emerged from the fungus, and the Silent Scythe swept towards the back of the Mountain Lord at an eerie angle.

It pierced the armor on the back of the Armor of Redemption, and foul, plague-infected pus poured down the tip of the scythe.

That was a plague-like poison that could corrupt any body.

These corrupted Primarchs are now holding their breath and have absolutely no interest in engaging in any one-on-one duels with Rogue Dorn.

Since this arrogant guy wants to challenge everyone, let's all gang up on him and beat him up!
The corrupted primates only wanted to join forces and thoroughly beat and torture this guy who dared to humiliate them.

"Dorn, my poor brother, may you die in the agony of corruption..."

Like the other corrupted Primarchs, Mortalian felt a sense of exhilaration, experiencing the thrill of being ganged up on.

He finally understood why that rotten savior liked to gang up on people.

That feeling was really great!

Today, they will ruthlessly destroy Dorne's shell and then, in front of the Imperial garrison, let them die in the most cruel way!
???

But the next moment, Mortalian's expression changed.

He discovered that the Silent Scythe had only pierced the outer armor and could not penetrate further to cause damage to Dorne's body.

The Crimson King's mental attack was blocked by the internal Blackstone system and failed to work.

Even when several Fallen Primarchs attacked together, they couldn't inflict any damage; Rogue Dorn's armor was too thick thanks to the Savior's help.

They have no way to penetrate it, how can they fight like this?!

Motalian was a little numb, but before he could react, he sensed a strong sense of danger.

Even the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end.

"Go to hell!"

After Magnus's attack failed, he immediately turned red-hot. This proud being, together with his Thousand Sons Wizard, unleashed a large-scale magical attack.

That was the terrifying flame he had been brewing for hundreds of years, accumulating countless evil energies, originally intended to burn down the Golden Throne.

In an instant, extremely hot chaotic flames swept in from the subspace, indiscriminately covering the area.

???

"asshole!"

The moment the chaotic flames struck, the moth wings on Mortalian's back were scorched. He cursed and quickly flew away, leaving the area behind.

At this moment, the other corrupted Primarchs also scrambled to escape the reach of the chaotic flames.

"Trouble..."

Dorne was bound and burned by raging unnatural flames, and the brilliant true alloy of the Armor of Redemption melted visibly.

Surrounded by numerous corrupted Primarchs at this moment, he felt a little panicked!

(End of this chapter)