Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 787 Savior: A Mighty Return, I Swimmed Butterfly in the Chaotic Storm!

Horus decided to kill Dorne as a sacrifice before reaching the Golden Throne.

He felt extremely happy.

I wonder if the false emperor will feel immense remorse after seeing his own son's head?

Unfortunately, the false emperor at that time will be completely imprisoned by the artifact of Shadow Light, unable to do anything, not even extend his own power.

"My lord!"

The Mountain Guardians, seeing the Father of Genes in mortal danger, were filled with rage and desperately rushed forward to try and stop Horus's attack.

But it was all in vain; they couldn't even break through the chaotic barrier that the Dark Emperor had casually swept out.

No one can save the master of the mountain formation now.

"Do not……"

Roger Dorn was shrouded in an aura of death.

He struggled desperately, but Horus pressed him even harder, rendering him unable to move.

That traitor, the Dark Emperor, was so powerful that even with the power of the Armor of Redemption, he could not contend with him.

"Ah, what a delicious aroma, I smell your despair."

The black boots sank into the ruptured breastplate, nearly crushing Dorn's chest and causing blood to spill from his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the Worldbreaker's hammer fell, and the abominable weapon continued to expand in his pupils.

That was a fatal attack, enough to smash his head!

On the verge of death, Dorn finally felt a touch of despair, yet he was also so unwilling to accept it.

He cannot fall yet, otherwise who will protect Terra and his father's golden throne?!
At this moment, the master of the mountain formation had only one thought in his mind—

Brother, come quick and get me out!
Bang! ! !
The Worldbreaker's hammer, carrying the power of the gods and the force of ten thousand tons, crashed down, smashing the chest armor of the Armor of Redemption along with the helmet.

Such a fierce attack even caused thick cracks to appear in the black stone ground beneath the armor.

Ok?
However, when Horus lifted the Worldbreaker, he found that there was no blood on the weapon.

He looked down and saw that the shattered Savior's Armor was empty; Roger Dorn had vanished.

The remnants of the armor still emanated the aura of a teleportation array.

It seems that Dorn has been urgently transferred away by the magic circle inside the Armor of Redemption, saving his life.

"Truly worthy of being the armor forged by the savior, it has quite a few ways to protect itself..."

Horus's words were laced with sarcasm: "However, such cowardly behavior of relying on external things can never defeat a true strongman."

He was utterly disdainful of the savior's actions, believing that in a duel, external objects could never replace a powerful physique and the experience accumulated through life and death.

Without an unwavering determination to win, even at the cost of life and death, how can there be any talk of victory?
At that moment, Horus sensed a familiar presence—it was Roger Dorn's.

He turned his head and looked in a certain direction, his gaze seemingly piercing through obstacles to see the dying master of the mountain formation.

The two sides were very close; he could catch up in a few minutes at most and kill the guy who had managed to escape.

"Heh, then I'll let you live a little longer."

However, Horus did not give chase. Since he had failed to kill his opponent, there was little point in pursuing him further.

Roger Dorn was out of the picture in this battle, becoming an insignificant factor.

He will have plenty of time to deal with the other party later.

Horus crouched down, examining the savior's armor with great curiosity.

Compared to Rogue Dorn, this armor clearly has a greater impact on the siege of Terra.

"The remains of a false emperor?"

He picked up the fragment of armor, sniffed it, and then seemed to realize something, his expression quite amused:

"Savior, is this the purpose of your blasphemy against the false emperor? To forge powerful weapons from his bones?"

Horus finally understood why the armor had such strong psionic conductivity and corrosion resistance.

It borrowed the power of that immortal being, the false emperor.

Fortunately, it was Roger Dorn, not the Savior, who wore this armor; otherwise, it would have been a huge problem.

"False Emperor, you can't threaten me anymore, you can't do anything!"

Horus slowly stood up, raised the Worldbreaker's Hammer and smashed it against the Armor of Redemption again and again as if venting his anger.

To completely shatter it.

Then, he gathered all his evil power and spewed out black flames, burning the remains of the armor.

The divine power within the black flames continued to corrode the bone dust of the false emperor within the remains, causing them to lose all their properties.

Horus was cautious enough not to use the power of the Chaos Gods to completely destroy the armor and the remaining skeletons of the false emperor.

He was uneasy.

When the black flames died down, the Armor of Redemption had turned into a charred mixture, indistinguishable from other melted mechanical wreckage.

It has no effect whatsoever.

"The destabilizing factors have been completely eliminated, and the path to chaos's victory has been determined."

Horus nodded in satisfaction.

Based on the imperial skeleton in the previous palace illusion, the savior could only have forged this one suit of armor from the skeletal remains.

Because of Roger Dorn's premature use, this only weapon was completely destroyed by himself, turning into a pile of filthy scrap metal.

That would mean the savior has lost its strongest armed force, and its power will be greatly reduced.

Horus gazed toward a certain area, his voice carrying a blasphemous pleasure:
"False Emperor, what will be reduced to useless ashes next is your damned skeleton!"

Horus turned around and led the Fallen Primarch and the Chaos Elite toward the core of the area, the Blackrock Engine.

After the Mountain Array Master lost his command, the remaining Imperial garrison was utterly vulnerable.

In just one minute, the Dark Emperor breached the defenses and then used chaotic fel energy to destroy the Blackrock Engine.

After the Blackrock Engine in this core area was destroyed, the warp containment network was completely paralyzed, and the entire Blackrock Fortress was thrown into violent turmoil.

It is disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Our defenses have fallen!" Ansemor and the other imperial defenders looked at the collapsing positions with utter helplessness.

They couldn't stop it all.

Although the defending soldiers continued to hold their ground, the dark rifts had spread in, tearing apart all the physical defenses.

They, along with the shattered remains of the black rock, were thrown into the dark void of space. In such a chaotic atmosphere, even returning to the platform became a distant dream.

Chaotic entities such as Horus were unaffected.

With the help of the Dark Rift, they continued their journey across the last line of the empire, heading straight for Terra.

On a collapsed black stone platform somewhere.

“Father, we have failed you…” Roger Dorn stared at the dark rift spreading in the distance and fell into deep despair.

He struggled, finding it extremely difficult even to stand up.

Despite being the last bastion of the empire, he failed to withstand the onslaught of the Chaos traitors.

Now that Horus's traitors can use the Chaos Path to reach the palace, they will put the Golden Throne in extreme danger.

The leader of the mountain formation turned to look at Taco's communication screen and asked with difficulty, "Have our emergency defense measures taken effect?"

Taco's brow was furrowed, and he was also deeply anxious.

He shook his head, his voice a little hoarse:

"We have resorted to our last resort. Perhaps the subspace interference was too strong, causing the relevant machinery to fail to start."

The Great Sages are still trying to restart, but based on the current data, the chances are slim.

Now we can only leave everything to fate…

The words of the Savior Secretary silenced Roger Dorn and everyone around him.

Helplessness and despair are spreading.

The airspace is in chaos, and they can't even return to defend Holy Terra.

Of course, the Imperial garrison in Dorne had already failed once, even if they were able to return to the palace in Holy Terra to organize a defense.

It didn't have much effect either.

At most, he could only delay Horus's advance for a while, and then serve the emperor and the savior.

However, just when everyone was in despair, a new signal suddenly appeared in the radar communication.

More importantly, it was a signal of the highest level, coming from the savior, the emperor!
"Big brother is back!"

"Savior above, we have hope of turning things around!"

"Victory! Victory!"

Rog Dorn, Tarco, and other Imperial figures looked at the signal and their eyes lit up, filled with even greater anticipation.

The news of the savior's return quickly spread throughout the solar system, and the Imperial garrison troops, separated by the dark rift and located in various positions, were extremely excited.

"Savior..."

"Ah, the holy sun shines upon us once more!"

Their despair was fading, and some even felt a faint, gentle holy light. The morale of the Imperial defenders was recovering, and even though they couldn't support Terra, they held firm to their remaining lines.

The entire army won't be wiped out.

They believed that the savior, His Majesty the Emperor, would be able to defeat Horus and other chaotic beings in front of the palace.

Thus, we will win the Battle of Terra!

This is the role of a leader, this is the prestige of a savior.

Even if he does nothing but appear on the battlefield, he can influence the course of the entire battle!
"Ha, the savior has finally returned. How timely!"

Horus looked toward a certain area of ​​the sky and said with a hint of sarcasm, "That guy is just like that false emperor. He always shows up at the last moment to win people's hearts."

That's utterly hypocritical!

The Dark Emperor gripped the Worldbreaker tightly, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather eager to try his luck.

He had long wanted to test the savior's power.

Perhaps taking the head of that savior, the emperor of the empire, would cause the false emperor even more pain, as it would mean the complete annihilation of the human empire and ideals he created!
"Savior."

Within the subspace, the Chaos Gods were deeply wary of the Savior's return to the solar system.

They were more worried about this than Horus was.

After all, these warp gods had invested far too much in this battle, and even the Chaos Realm had shrunk, making it impossible for them to bear the consequences of defeat.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Gods unconditionally funded Horus, showering him with money throughout the solar system, which led to an unprecedented weakness in themselves.

If the battle is lost and the Dark Lord is born, wouldn't they suffer a complete loss and be utterly humiliated by the enemy?
"Ha, that damned fellow is back even earlier than we expected..."

The wicked father slumped on the rotten wooden bed, panting, and as he spoke, thick phlegm that was difficult to swallow came out of his mouth.

His body, which once occupied the void and was like a mountain of flesh, had shrunk considerably, and the hideous folds of flesh that had turned outward on his belly were gone.

Countless Nurgle spirits lay listlessly in the holes of His rotting flesh.

This plague lord is indeed a bit injured and has lost a lot of weight.

Not only Him, but also the other Chaos Gods.

Khorne felt a little weak, and even the perfect body and face of the Lord of Pleasure had a slight flaw.

“We need to stop him and ensure that the fate of chaos stays on its predetermined path.”

Thus said the Lord of All Changes.

As He spoke, He looked with heartache at the increasingly deserted secret library, where forbidden knowledge was being extinguished.

This god of intrigue simultaneously lost billions of plans, resulting in a significant reduction in intrigue, betrayal, and chaos in the galaxy, and a greater degree of sincerity among people.

Moreover, the peace that descended upon many regions in turn affected His power and authority.

Only by winning this battle can the Crystal Maze continue to create more conspiracies and chaos!

The Chaos Gods reached a consensus.

They quickly sealed off the area where the Savior was located, doing everything in their power to prevent him from getting close to Terra.

The battle has now reached a critical juncture, and all that is needed is for Chaos to stop or delay the Savior.

That will lead to victory.

hum~
The void surged with waves, and a hideous chaotic storm swept over it, plunging that area into extreme chaos.

Even more terrifying is that the chaotic storm occurred at the same time.

The abomination planet New Dragonlin, located between the warp and the galactic veil, is using the Dark Rift to approach Terra.

The abyss-like shadow loomed over, plunging the outer airspace of Terra into complete darkness.

Everything is in grave danger.

……

Outer solar system.

The Eternal Soul swayed violently under the onslaught of the chaotic storm, like a small sailboat on the ocean.

Fortunately, this special ship was tough enough that it was not torn apart by the chaotic storm created by the gods.

"Phew, I'm finally back..." Ron sighed, his tense emotions easing considerably.

If their savior fails to bring back the Eternal Soul in time, then the Empire will face only two possible outcomes—

The Emperor's toilet either exploded completely, or the Chaos Gods disposed of him along with the toilet using some kind of divine artifact.

Humanity will lose the sacred sun.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to salvage the situation.

"Third brother did a good job, delaying this battle until now instead of completely falling."

As Ron spoke, he browsed the battle report that had just been sent to him.

But when he saw that the Armor of Redemption and its accompanying weapons had been destroyed, he felt a pang of heartache; it was his strongest weapon.

Moreover, it would be difficult to replenish in a short period of time. If another batch of the emperor's remains were to be harvested, wouldn't that mean the old man would be completely bald?

More importantly, it meant that in this battle, he would lose his strongest weaponry and would only be able to face Horus and other corrupted Primarchs, as well as many more Archdemons, with his physical strength.

As for other equipment, it's probably as worthless as paper in the face of those chaotic beings.

Ron felt a little numb when he thought about these things.

But there was nothing that could be done. If Dorn hadn't used the Armor of Redemption, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold out until he returned.

In this situation, there is at least a glimmer of hope.

"Old Guy, we're probably in for a tough fight," Ron said to his good friend beside him, stretching his limbs.

No matter how difficult the situation, he, the savior, had to step up.

"Hope remains, and we will fight to the last moment." Guilliman was fully armed and full of fighting spirit.

He was finally able to reach Holy Terra, and this time he would not let the Emperor, his own father, get hurt again!

"Sizzle~"
Father, our route has been disrupted by a space storm, and we may not be able to reach Holy Terra before the rift.

And... that planetary-level weapon has already crossed the boundary between reality and warp space, and is approaching Holy Terra!

The mechanical goddess's light, melodious voice rang out, sounding as if she were crying anxiously, deeply worried about her imperial grandfather.

Ron and Guilliman's expressions changed immediately upon hearing this.

They gazed at the dark rift spreading toward Holy Terra, then turned to look at the spherical shadow that covered the past, and both fell silent.

This is trouble...

"The battle plan has changed. I'll go first, and you follow. We'll fight separately."

Ron decided on a completely new battle plan, turned around, patted his good friend on the shoulder, and said this.

He was prepared to risk leaping into the chaotic storm in order to find a way to reach his destination faster.

As a result, the Guilliman brothers were unable to keep up and had to rely on the Eternal Soul to get there.

Moreover, I have a feeling that it would be unlucky for me to travel with this good brother.

What if I'm late?!

“Brother…” Guilliman frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

However, before his good friend could say anything, Ron had already made a hole in the hull.

He took a deep breath and suddenly leaped into the chaotic storm, directly relying on his physical body to perform a butterfly stroke within the storm.

Soon, the figure of the savior disappeared.

"There's no time to explain, we'll talk about it later!"

The other person's voice rushed in with an unnatural wind, which made Guilliman's blond hair fly wildly.

The storm outside is so terrifying that even heavy vehicles would be torn apart once the force field protection is lost.

Perhaps only a savior could withstand such an extreme environment.

“Brother…it seems you’ve gone the wrong way.” Guilliman stared quietly at the cave entrance, his voice trembling slightly.

Even if the Lord of Altera was a psionic Muggle, he could tell that the Savior jumped out in the opposite direction from Holy Terra.

Taking the wrong path in a chaotic storm is far more troublesome than in reality, and may even cause the distance to increase further.

"Xiao Ling, send me to Holy Terra immediately!"

Without hesitation, the Lord of Altera immediately ordered the mechanical goddess to steer the ship to Holy Terra to stop Horus.

Even if the Ron brothers are late, there is still a sliver of hope that he can support the Holy Terra Palace and protect the Emperor and his father.

“I can get there, I definitely can…” Guilliman murmured, his gaze so resolute.

???

Meanwhile, Ron struggled through the chaotic waves.

"broken!"

He looked up at the distant sky and the dark sphere, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Why does it feel like Holy Terra is getting further and further away? But this direction seems better. Why not change our target?"

Hopefully, the plan over there won't fail. If something goes wrong, we'll be completely finished!

(End of this chapter)