Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 788 Horus: Oh my god, Old Huang seems to have stood up. Who should go first?!
"Those cowardly evil gods really went to great lengths to stop me!"

Ron struggled to control his body as he tumbled through the chaotic storm, his golden armor visibly corroding and tearing apart.

Before long, his armor and black muscle-bound suit were completely corroded away, revealing his powerful muscles that looked as if they were forged from refined gold.

Fortunately, Ron's body was strong enough to withstand the corrosive effects of the Chaos Storm, preventing him from being torn apart or completely lost.

He extended his psychic powers as far as possible to observe the situation in the solar system, his heart heavy with sorrow.
"This is tricky, the risk of us failing is a bit too high..."

Ron knew that this was a battle he could not afford to lose, and that he would use any means necessary to achieve victory, whether it was the Empire or Chaos.

Judging from the state of the Chaos Gods, those guys were so desperate to win this battle that they even threw their own coffins into the mix.

Even if the Chaos Realm suffers severe damage, it is worth it.

If the fight goes to the very end, the Chaos Gods might go berserk and go all in on themselves.

Nobody knows what terrible consequences that will cause.

After all, the Emperor had clashed with the Chaos Gods in the Warp for so long, and he had basically only touched the surface of them.

At most, you might destroy my important territories, and I might just play around with fire in your backyard. It's far from a fight to the death.

But now, as the situation develops, there's a growing sense that it's either you die or I die, with everyone aiming to kill the other side.

In the past, empires were fearless, even when they had nothing to lose, and could fight against chaos without regard for their own lives.

But things are different now. I have found a way to repair the Golden Throne, and humanity is gradually prospering.

Simply put, time is on humanity's side, and it's not worth fighting the Chaos Gods head-on.

Ron diligently gathered information and analyzed the current situation, hoping to find a way to break the deadlock.

The sheer volume of information and the complex situation were giving Ron a headache, leaving him feeling dizzy and overwhelmed.

Not only must he protect the Emperor, but he must also prevent a situation where humanity and the Chaos Gods fight to the death, resulting in mutual destruction and severe damage to humanity.

Otherwise, after this battle, humanity will be plunged into a recovery period of ten thousand years, which would be too tragic.

Because humanity faces not only the Chaos Gods, but also many alien beings.

For example, the Silent King, who is always watching with predatory eyes, is a dangerous figure who has defeated many races and even ancient saints.

In addition, there are greedy giant devourers coveting this fertile land of the Milky Way.

Now, more and more Tyranid tentacles are entering the galaxy from the periphery, and the hideous shadow of the Tyranid Great Devourer can even be observed outside the galaxy, seemingly endless.

This is the problem Ron faces: dealing with the warp and numerous alien races. Humanity has no time to regenerate.

Although he had recently dropped a thought bomb into the Necropolis, sending the Crownless Zabok to split the Necropolis in space, the exact effects were still unknown.

However, it is foreseeable that once the Silent King realizes the weakness of humanity, he will most likely seize the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack.

The subsequent Tyrannosaurus Rex was even more formidable.

"Sigh, looking at it this way, humanity's future seems rather bleak." Just thinking about this made Ron feel a deep sense of pressure.

All he wants to do right now is lie down and get some rest.

As the savior and emperor of the empire, he carried an immense burden on his shoulders, encompassing the five star systems and tens of millions of human subjects.

It's so overwhelming that people can't breathe.

Ron sighed, lay down on the grass in the miniature garden, and basked in the gentle sunlight.

A gentle breeze and the rustling of the grass made him feel relaxed.

"Ah, that feels good."

"We must balance work and rest to restore our energy; otherwise, how can we handle complex situations and revitalize the empire?"

Ron slowly closed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of soft hands reach out and massage him; it felt so comfortable.

Ron nestled into the other's arms, feeling the surging waves and faintly smelling the alluring fragrance.

Without a doubt, she was one of the maids in her miniature garden, and her massage skills were top-notch.

Soothe your mind and body.

Time passed little by little, and Ron became more and more relaxed, about to fall into a deep sleep.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

In a daze, he saw the other person's appearance through his blurry vision.

Ok? ? ?
Ron suddenly woke up.

He was a little numb and had deep doubts: Where am I? What am I doing?
In my field of vision, the demi-human maid with fluffy ears and a fox tail had a face that seemed to be covered with a faint mosaic.

Not only that, but he could also vaguely see the fine wrinkles on the other party's body and the hidden tentacles.

"Damn it!" Ron roared in fury, pointing at the demi-human maid before him and righteously rebuking her:

"Slaanesh, you old scoundrel, don't even think about bewitching me! You think you can test my savior with an illusion of this level?!"

This is an insult; the Chaos Gods are becoming increasingly unprofessional.

Ron has realized that, under some kind of special mind guidance, he has unknowingly fallen into the trap created by the Chaos Gods.

That was probably due to the influence of the Lord of All Changes, causing his thoughts to wander aimlessly and eventually fall into this familiar illusionary area.

The corrosive power of the Chaos Storm may be stronger than imagined, enough to allow the Chaos Gods to extend even more of their power.

what! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, the miniature garden shook violently, and countless screams rang out.

"Savior!"

The demi-human, large-breasted maid's chest heaved with anger, revealing a face that seemed to embody all the beauty in the universe.

The only flaw was that she had a few wrinkles on her face.

That's a flaw that's hard to ignore, and it can only satisfy a specific group of people who prefer mature styles.

Upon hearing the savior's blasphemous words, the Lord of Pleasure touched his face, which flushed red.

If He were not the Savior, how could He have lost so many of His powers of pleasure that He could no longer maintain His perfect form?

"What are you thinking, baby? Get the hell out of here!"

However, before the god of pleasure could react, Ron's golden fist came flying at him.

That powerful punch sent the opponent's illusory body flying, crashing into the garden pond in a sorry state.

Afterwards, the entire illusionary realm was pierced by the burst of brilliant golden electric arcs, completely shattering and collapsing.

Ron is now close to being a supreme deity.

Once he realized what was happening, the illusion created by the chaotic gods was destined to be destroyed, and there was no way to trap him.

After the illusion disappeared, Ron's consciousness quickly returned, and he felt the coldness of the surrounding void and the strong stench of chaos.

He was still in the midst of the chaotic storm, even further away from Holy Terra, while the dark rift had already spread to Lionsgate Airport.

The fierce artillery fire erupting in the distance seemed so helpless, unable to have any effect on the rift passage created by the Chaos Gods.

"Fortunately, I realized it in time and got rid of the illusion, otherwise I would have been in big trouble because of those evil gods."

Ron was covered in a cold sweat.

If I were to fall asleep in the illusion, time would fly by.

So when I wake up, I'll only be able to watch Horus and the other Chaos traitors opening champagne in the palace.

He restrained his thoughts, freeing himself from the interference of the ever-changing master, and then continued to analyze the current situation.

Now, the Dark Rift is rampant, and demons are pouring out in an endless stream. It will be difficult to completely eradicate these demons by relying solely on the forces defending the Great Wall.

What's more troublesome is that the solar system is surrounded by the Chaos Gods, making it difficult for large numbers of reinforcements and Primarch brothers to get in.

If this continues, it will be like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; not only Holy Terra, but the entire solar system will be consumed by chaos.

That would devastate humanity.

Therefore, I must guide the support forces and other Primarch brothers into the solar system.

"I need to light a lamp to illuminate the route for the support troops."

Ron thought to himself.

The Emperor's sacred sun is now obscured by a malevolent planet, and the Star Torch is, to some extent, shielded by chaos.

The only thing he could rely on was the Sun, the empire's second largest light bulb.

hum~
Ron manipulated the Sun of Hope, gradually extending its power into this area. Under normal circumstances, this would be virtually impossible.

However, after the Chaos Gods created a hole in the veil between reality and the warp, the solar system became highly connected to the warp.

This connection makes everything possible.

Soon, it is hoped that the powerful avatar of the sun will descend upon the solar system and become the sun in the void.

This illuminates the route for support fleets outside the solar system, guiding them to this region.

The only problem is that the sun is coming down a little too slowly, and there's no time left.

"I need more time; I must delay the Chaos's offensive."

Ron frowned.

The Dark Rift is moving too fast; Horus and the other corrupted Primarchs are about to arrive at Holy Terra.

That huge, dark, planet-sized thing was approaching at high speed, seemingly trying to blast Holy Terra's rear end.

If no one had intervened, the palace and the golden throne would likely have been destroyed before the sun even lit up the solar system!

"Given the current situation, perhaps only he could do this..."

Ron hesitated for a moment, as if something was on his mind.

He wanted to forcibly awaken the Emperor and have him step in to block the way, but that was too risky and could lead to unpredictable consequences.

For example, the damage to the Golden Throne has worsened.

"No matter what, I have no choice but to take the risk and let him step in and hold the fort..."

Ron quickly made a decision: forcibly waking the Emperor might cause problems with the Golden Throne, but it was better than having it destroyed by Horus and his gang.

Moreover, by the time they use the dark rift to reach the throne room of the palace, I will no longer have that opportunity.

The lesser of two evils!
Ron made a quick decision.

He restored his connection to the clone, using his consciousness and the clone to temporarily alleviate the terrifying pressure of the Golden Throne.

After Ron finished doing this, he took a deep breath and plunged into the chaotic storm.

I have another equally important thing to do.

However, he soon lost consciousness while controlling his clone and floated in the chaotic storm.

Seconds later, several crimson demons emerged from the chaotic storm, so respectful, carrying the savior toward a certain area.

That was the target location he had set in advance.

……

Terra Palace.

throne room.

With a mechanical hum, the small throne slowly descended, and on the throne stood a tall figure connected by data cables.

He was so strong and perfectly proportioned.

Then, the tall figure suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with gentle golden arcs of electricity.

"Huh~
"I can handle it. It's just sitting on the emperor's golden toilet for a bit; I should be able to manage."

Ron, controlling the clone body, took a deep breath.

Although I have had similar experiences several times, having sat on different types of toilets, and even briefly sat on a golden throne once.

But this is the most dangerous one yet. The Golden Throne is currently damaged, and the psionic pressure is stronger than ever before.

That was one of the reasons why the emperor fell into a deep sleep.

He was unable to simultaneously bear the immense pressure of the throne and suppress the dark, malevolent energy of the sacred sun.

If one goes up and cannot come down, one's soul will be imprisoned within the golden throne, just like the emperor himself.

It was a complete tragedy.

But in any case, he had to take the risk; it might be the only way to stop Horus and other chaotic beings.

Ron abruptly ripped off the cables binding him and walked toward the golden throne.

Now, a strong spiritual energy permeates the area around the throne, and he experiences immense pressure with every step he takes.

Golden arcs of electricity fell like lightning, striking his body and leaving charred marks.

It was an indescribable, excruciating pain, not just physical, but penetrating to the very soul.

It's no exaggeration to say that the Golden Throne is the most terrifying torture device in the galaxy.

But Ron endured the pain without uttering a sound, and didn't even change his posture.

The emperor was constantly enduring this pain, and I took part of it for him.

so what? !
His savior was not someone who clung to life or feared death; he also had the courage and determination to give everything!
hiss~
Ron approached the throne, trembling all over, wringing his hands in agony as he endured immense pain.

"Your Majesty, it's your turn now. You should try to keep all the chaotic beings and evil gods from attacking the throne room..."

As he spoke, he suddenly yanked the somewhat mangled imperial skeleton from the golden throne.

He then plopped down on the throne.

It's sizzling!

In an instant, the golden throne trembled violently, and even more arcs of electricity darted around like dragons.

It looked like it was about to explode, which was very worrying.

Fortunately, although the tremor was intense, it eventually stopped just before an explosion, which relieved Ron.

He gritted his teeth and struggled on.

At this moment, the emperor's skeleton on the ground suddenly moved, and golden light emanated from its eyes.

He received a psychic message from the Savior and began to awaken.

The entire skeleton was then enveloped in more psionic light and covered with new matter.

It was a suit of golden armor, exactly like the emperor's image in epics, so imposing.

This is the Lord of mankind!
The emperor slowly rose in his former form and gave a deep look at the savior on the throne.

His gaze was complex, containing kindness, gratitude, relief, and deep trust.

The savior has never disappointed him; this kid will become the new ruler of mankind.

The emperor then turned and walked away, his gaze fixed on a certain area, filled with raging anger.

He wanted to see how those rebellious and depraved original offspring would face themselves!

Behind the emperor, a long cable still trailed behind.

There was nothing that could be done; he couldn't completely leave the throne, otherwise his body would immediately collapse.

But on the advice of the Saviour, the Archsages of Mechanicus equipped the Emperor with longer cables.

This allows it to have a greater range of movement in emergency situations.

For example, right now, the Emperor can use cables to reach the door of the throne room to guard the Golden Throne and the Savior on it.

To prevent this most important human facility from being destroyed by the Chaos Artifacts.

Making the emperor himself rise up to protect the golden throne—perhaps only a savior could come up with such an idea.

At this moment, the sky above Holy Terra was covered by a dark rift, and one branch extended into the interior of the palace.

Inside the dark rift.

"Father, we've arrived!"

Horus and the other corrupted Primarchs walked along the rift, their eyes burning with intense vengeful fury.

They wished they could immediately destroy the false emperor's throne and remains, and use the divine artifact to completely imprison him.

Roar! ! !
The roars of the Chaos Demons shook the heavens as they charged forward at an even faster pace, into a region where Chaos had never reached before.

They were so excited that they hoped to cause more destruction in order to win the favor of the Chaos Gods.

The Chaos Demons surged into the throne room before the Fallen Primarch could...

(End of this chapter)