Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 786 Horus: Terra is finished, the Savior has lost his only factor for victory!
"Brother's Armor of Redemption... can it hold up?"

Dorn felt the continuous burning heat and took a deep breath.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The unnatural chaotic flames summoned by Magnus have exceeded the limits of physical rules, even causing the probe to malfunction.

Furthermore, the special alloy surrounding this armor has melted to some extent.

That means the armor might not be able to withstand such an attack.

Without the protection of the Armor of Redemption, Dorne would have to face the combined attack of several corrupted Primarchs with his bare body, not to mention the traitor Horus who was also watching him with predatory intent.

He will most likely fall to the ground in a brutal attack.

What's more troublesome is that once he falls or dies, no one will be able to stop those traitors, and the situation will fall into an irreversible state!
Anyone facing such a difficult situation would feel immense pressure.

"Move!" Dorn struggled desperately, trying to break free from the Death Lord's mycelium and escape the crimson flames.

But no matter how much he struggled, he was firmly locked in this space.

The constraints of the fungal abyss do not exist in physical reality, but rather are more like a temporal confinement.

This confinement kept the armor in the same place.

"Alert! High-intensity witchcraft threat detected. Activate emergency response system?"

Just as Dorn was feeling overwhelmed, a new notification suddenly popped up in the armor's built-in visor.

The armor system's machine spirit asked him if he wanted to activate an emergency countermeasure to help the armor escape the extreme environment.

It was an integrated, user-friendly emergency response system capable of responding to special attacks from chaos or aliens using various technical means.

"System...start!" Without the slightest hesitation, Dorn immediately activated the system to deal with the current crisis.

He was somewhat moved. The Armor of Redemption forged by his elder brother was truly comprehensive, capable of analyzing and dealing with complex witchcraft attacks.

Previous empires generally did not have such advanced technology; they mainly relied on individual knowledge and experience to solve problems.

In reality, this user-friendly integrated system was designed to accommodate the savior's pitifully limited knowledge of alien technology and witchcraft.

Although His Majesty had an amazing record of battles and powerful spiritual energy, he had almost no related knowledge system.

He put all his skill points into management and farming-related skills.

As a result, his combat skills, ability to handle special situations, and knowledge of witchcraft were far below average. Even his use of psionic energy was limited to close combat, such as moves like the Golden Fist.

Simply put, he has virtually no skills in these areas and relies entirely on pure numerical values ​​to deal with enemies.

Unpretentious.

Of course, these matters are taboo information in the new empire, and their dissemination is prohibited to avoid affecting the image of the great savior who is omniscient and omnipotent.

In most cases, the savior relies on various systems, technologies, or mechanical goddesses to handle complex situations.

It shouldn't cause any major problems.

The use of this integrated system now perfectly solves the problem of insufficient knowledge of Dorne witchcraft.

Moreover, the rich solutions built into the Armor of Redemption greatly impressed him.

Three solutions were proposed simply to break free from the current constraints.

If these methods fail, the problem can be resolved by urgently contacting the relevant think tank through the internal communication system.

Dorn finally understood why the armor was so huge: it was mainly to accommodate more things inside.

The Armor of Redemption is the culmination of the wisdom of more than a dozen Grand Masters of the Cult of Mechanics, high-level psionicists, and several high-level Xenomorph technology experts. Even the Greenskin Tech-Overlord contributed a great deal of technology.

This is the savior's approach to problems: use technology to solve them and make up for their own shortcomings by outsourcing as much as possible.

hum~
Dorn reacted extremely quickly.

He immediately found a solution by taking out a relic-level holy rune from the storage compartment inside the armor.

After the rune was activated, the mycelium that was wrapped around the feet of the Armor of Redemption, which seemed to be outside of this time and space, was disturbed and gradually became solid.

Then the mycelium seemed to have suffered a great injury, letting out a silent scream, and they withered rapidly under the Crimson King's flames.

Moreover, the flames spread along the hyphae towards the fungal abyss located somewhere.

"Magnus, cease your sorcery flames!" Mortalian sensed the danger facing the Fungal Abyss and felt deeply distressed.

That is the very domain of his power; any damage to it would be a tremendous loss.

"Sorry, my brother."

The only thing we can do is destroy the Savior's armor and drag Dorn out of that tortoise shell.

Magnus did not stop the flames; instead, he made them burn even brighter.

He reminded the Fallen Primarchs:

"That guy used witchcraft to break free of his restraints and is about to escape from the flames. Stop him!"

"Damn it!" Mortalian gritted his teeth.

However, he remained rational and chose to cooperate with Magnus and other Fallen Primarchs to deal with Rogue Dorn first.

After all, if he interferes with this battle and causes the plan to seal the cursed one to fail, he will face severe punishment from the merciful father, Nurgle.

Rumbling--

Mortalian and the corrupted Primarchs launched a full-scale attack on the area where the crimson flames were located.

The abhorrent attack covered almost the entire area.

The fel energy and firepower emanating from these powerful corrupted beings were so deadly that the entire platform shook violently.

The Imperial garrison was blocked by the Chaos Demons and had no chance to go to their aid.

The Fallen Primarchs' fierce attacks stirred up the crimson flames, even melting the alloy beneath to form a huge crater, from which thick smoke rose.

The mixture of various evil energies caused all senses and mechanical detection to fail, and no one knew what was happening inside.

The siege and bombardment lasted for several minutes until Magnus's large magical array ran out of fel energy and the crimson flames gradually died down.

At this point, people were finally able to see what the area covered by the flames looked like.

"what?!"

Mortalian and the other corrupted Primarchs held their breath and stared at the crater, but the next moment their eyes widened.

At the bottom of the pit, the more than eight-meter-tall black armor stood motionless and proud.

It appears to be intact.

"Traitors, is this all the attack you can do?"

Suddenly, Roger Dorn's voice rang out, filled with sarcasm and soaring fighting spirit.

His body trembled slightly, and he was unusually agitated. His savior brother's armor of redemption was even stronger than he had imagined.

Dorn had just been suppressed by the Primarch traitors' attacks and had no choice but to activate all the force field shields on his armor.

Then he realized that what had melted was only the outer decorative layer of the armor.

That was added by the Savior for aesthetic purposes, while the core armor inside the Armor of Redemption suffered little damage. The damage level was less than 0.1%.

In other words, the Armor of Redemption withstood the combined attack of several Primarchs without being destroyed.

It's a miracle!

However, that was an inevitable result, since the Armor of Redemption was made entirely of True One Alloy and Black Stone, and also contained a large amount of Emperor Bone Powder, which was an extremely unique material.

It cannot be easily destroyed by a chaotic attack.

thump—

Dorn leaped high from the bottom of the pit and crashed down in front of the Fallen Primarchs, the dust he kicked up sweeping across their faces.

He instantly overwhelmed those beings with his imposing presence.

Mortalian and the other corrupted Primarchs were numb from the onslaught of dust and smoke.

They hadn't expected the armor forged by the Savior to be so formidable; it seemed to be no less powerful than any divine artifact.

Even the True One Armor that the Pseudo-Emperor used to wear wasn't this tough, was it?
That means the upcoming battles will be even more challenging.

To these corrupted Primarchs, they were not fighting against Rogue Dorn, but against a savior.

Whoever is in that armor, the outcome is pretty much the same.

Magnus tilted his head back and scanned the Armor of Redemption, letting out a cold snort:
"You've lost your shield and weapons, how will you deal with our next attack?"

"Who told you I don't have any weapons?" Dorn wasn't worried about that at all.

As he spoke, streaks of fire rained down on him from above.

Roar! ! !
The hateful roar echoed throughout the area, and the outer turrets were easily blown away.

Angron has arrived.

This being, resurrected using cloning technology, was only slightly smaller than the Armor of Redemption, and his demonic body was filled with the power of the Blood God.

"Kill!"

Angron ignored everything and swung his massive blood axe toward Dorn, as if it could shatter everything. It was pure physical force.

Even with the Armor of Redemption, Dorne would still be badly hurt if hit without the protection of a force field.

However, this powerful blow struck the thick hatch and was further hampered by the force field.

The Broken One's charged attack was temporarily blocked by the high-intensity airdrop pod and several force fields.

That's the matching weaponry for the Armor of Redemption.

“Yes, that’s the feeling…” Dorn looked at the scene and his eyes welled up with tears.

He recalled the scene of being brutally beaten by that big brother, who used a constant stream of reinforcements to beat him until he screamed in pain.

However, it is now I who am using this powerful weapon to deal with those degenerate traitors.

"Big brother is so good!"

Dorn's admiration for his savior brother grew even stronger.

He took a deep breath and, as if he were a savior, strolled into the drop pod to load the new external armor.

Those are all relic-level armor and weapons, along with new shields.

When Angron tears open the alloy door of the drop pod, he is faced with Dorn, who is already equipped with external armor.

His size became even more astonishing after being equipped with external armor.

If Angron was a fierce man, then Dorne at this moment was a super muscle man, far surpassing his opponent in terms of imposing presence.

yah~
A force field arced across Dorn's heavy fist as it slammed into Angron.

The attack was so powerful that it stunned the Broken One and the Crimson Angel, even sending their teeth flying.

"Traitors, sometimes physical combat alone is useless; resources and background also matter."

Dorn had a great time and completely agreed with that guy's point of view.

As he spoke, he fired one cannonball after another at Angron.

The plasma hammer, imbued with divine and holy energy, slammed into the Broken One, leaving him howling in pain and utterly powerless to retaliate.

As for the attacks from other corrupted Primarchs, they were blocked by a dense, blinding force field.

"Traitors, is this all the power you have? You willingly became slaves to Chaos, just for this little bit of strength?"

After stunning Angron, Dorn roared and charged at the others.

He relied on continuous support and armed forces to single-handedly pursue all the corrupted Primarchs.

They were driven back in defeat.

Alpharis collapsed to the ground, unconscious; Magnus was hit by several powerful blows from the Divine Spirit; Mortalian fluttered his moth wings and retreated continuously.

The Lord of the Mountain Formation was incredibly powerful, almost invincible. This stunned the Imperial Guards and Chaos Beings in the outer area; no one had expected such an outcome.

This will be a duel that will go down in history, a victory for the Loyal Primarchs like never before!
The corrupted Primarchs were so frustrated they were practically spitting blood, while Rogue Dorn, protected by his Savior Armor, ignored most of the attacks.

They could only passively take the beating, and they simply couldn't win or conquer this core position.

"Face me!"

While attacking Omega, Dorn also casually felled a Chaos Archdeacon.

He looked up to the sky and roared, almost shouting, "Who else is there?"

What about the Chosen Ones of Chaos and the Dark Emperor? I'll avoid their attacks.

One against ten!

bang——

Dorn seized the opportunity and threw a full-force punch at Omega's head, intending to kill him.

However, a dark shadow suddenly appeared and blocked the fatal blow.

The full-force punch landed on the opponent's arm armor, unleashing a powerful shockwave.

Dorn felt as if he had struck a thick, indestructible wall, and was then thrown back a few steps by an even greater force.

However, even the black shadow couldn't hold on and took a step back.

"Heh, this armor isn't bad. It seems to have the aura of a pseudo-emperor?"

Horus blocked the attack and said with a cold smile.

This dark emperor was engulfed in black flames, and his aura covered the entire area as soon as he appeared.

Even Dorne's originally soaring momentum was weakened considerably.

All beings involuntarily focused their attention on this, daring not to underestimate it in the slightest.

His arrival will determine the course of this duel and the outcome of the entire battle.

When the imperial guards saw the Dark Emperor, their hearts sank even deeper, as if something were gripping them tightly.

Even breathing became difficult.

The mere existence of the other party is enough to pose a terrible threat!

"Horus, you've finally arrived." Dorn put on his new relic gauntlets and picked up a legendary sword.

He knew that only by blocking or defeating Horus could he protect the Holy Terra and his father.

"You think you can defeat me with these things?" Horus stared at the Lord of the Mountain Formation and said slowly.

His tone was so certain: "Unfortunately, it is you who wears this armor, not the savior."

"The moment you don this armor, humanity has already fallen; nothing can stop me."

This armor was clearly tailor-made for the savior; the materials used as a whole have strong psionic conductivity, allowing it to extend more power from the warp.

That would bring the savior an extremely terrible boost.

Even Horus was not certain that he could defeat the savior who wore this armor.

However, the one currently wearing the armor is Dorn, who lacks the higher-dimensional power of the warp and cannot unleash the true potential of the armor.

More importantly, this armor is already the savior's strongest weapon; destroying it would be tantamount to cutting off the emperor's arm.

This would eliminate the most threatening element in the battle.

Horus's face was ferocious.

Without the added benefit of special weaponry, the Savior alone could not possibly contend with himself, who had condensed the power of the Four Gods.

That was the only conclusion reached by the Lord of All Changes, who incorporated almost all the factors.

In other words, without this armor, even if the savior could return to the solar system, it would be of no use.

He could no longer face his dark emperor!

"Let's give it a try!" After changing his gear, Dorn immediately activated all his shield fields and charged forward, colliding fiercely with Horus.

Their figures intertwined, and even high-ranking Space Marines couldn't make out their movements.

The battle zone unleashed a violent shockwave, with chaotic energies intertwining and steel machinery being destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle.

Even the hardest black stone developed a crack.

Boom!

Roger Dorn was thrown into the air and crashed into a piece of machinery.

He quickly got up and lunged at Horus again.

The master of the mountain formation roared:
"Come on, I can fight you all day long!"

Dorn maintained his fighting spirit, firmly believing that he would not fall easily and could hold the position.

He will not let his elder brother and father down!

Intense fighting broke out again, leaving behind a trail of equipment wreckage.

……

"Big brother, I can't go on..."

After an unknown amount of time, Dorn, panting heavily, collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He was completely exhausted.

The Armor of Redemption was also badly damaged, with many holes, through which the buttocks of the Mountain Array Master could be vaguely seen.

This savior's most powerful weapon, containing a large number of imperial remains, is nearing the point of being unusable!

Such purely numerical equipment is insufficient to deal with the Dark Emperor, who possesses rich combat experience and the power of chaos.

"My poor brother, you will not live to see Terra's destruction."

Horus came over, kicked Rogue Dorn over, stepped on his chest, and ripped apart the armor of the Armor of Redemption.

Then he suddenly lifted the Worldbreaker and slammed it down on Dorn's head!
(End of this chapter)