Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 183 Khorne Warriors
Along with the dazzling light, Ron's consciousness came into the honeycomb network.

Thanks to the energy from the little sun, the entire honeycomb network emits a faint golden glow.

Light spots of all sizes gather in the virtual space.

Each light spot represents a life. The soul nodes of tens of millions of chicken thieves and tens of millions of Eredar are intertwined together, like a dazzling galaxy.

Ron is the master here, and he can control all connected lives through the network.

He calmed down and found the marked soul node representing the missionary saint, and then transmitted his consciousness through the soul node.

Please explain it simply.

He used his authority as a deity to possess believers.

This is also one of the common tricks of the gods of the Warp.

The old man, the Divine Emperor, likes to use this trick very much.

The light dissipated, and Ron came to the missionary saint through the channel on the soul node.

Of course, he was just attached to consciousness, observing the surroundings through the carrier's vision.

The physiques of those missionary saints were not strong enough to bear his excessive power.

If too much power is directly poured in, the huge psychic energy will completely burn the carrier into ashes.

When consciousness is attached, it will not affect the thinking of the carrier itself at all, and there will not even be any abnormalities.

It was like having an external camera on his body, allowing Ron to know everything they heard and saw.

As Ron adjusted, he heard the voice of a child.

"Mr. Fran?"

Little Brown called out to Fran, who had suddenly lost consciousness, and seemed a little worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry, let's go, the suppression troops are coming soon..."

Fran came back to her senses and urged.

As soon as he finished speaking, a volley of bullets swept over and the numb workers around them fell down one after another.

But the two were lucky and were not hit by the bullets.

Their luck was not very good. As soon as they arrived at the main nest, they encountered a cleanup operation by the suppression forces.

Ron, who possessed Fran, felt like a 360° human camera, able to clearly hear and see everything around him.

It's like watching a live broadcast with any angle of view you can adjust.

For example, the suppression troops constantly pouring in from the front of the street and the rumbling armored tanks behind them.

Above is a huge community building made of nearly ten thousand layers of refined gold and quick-concrete.

These community buildings are stacked on top of each other in a very chaotic manner, densely packed and spreading into the endless steel sky.

They are laying down their nest.

This nest is taller, larger and more chaotic than the main nest on Ers.

While Ron was thinking, the situation changed.

The rebels launched a counterattack against the suppression forces, throwing Molotov cocktails at them.

The highly adherent chemical fuels contaminated the bodies of the soldiers of the suppression forces, igniting raging flames that were almost impossible to extinguish.

It seems to be organized.

Organized resistance is a good thing, so as to unite these forces to fight against the governor of the star region.

It would be troublesome if this place was run like an iron barrel by the star governor.

The resistance continues.

"Quick, fire the shells!"

The officer at the back of the team roared.

Soon armored tanks broke out of the blockade of flames, crushed the rebels and fired artillery shells at them.

"Follow me!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fran took Little Brown and ran to a hidden place.

The shells exploded behind them, and many people were knocked down by the shock wave.

The suppression forces advanced rapidly.

The rebels were not to be outdone.

They brought out high-precision anti-tank weapons and blew up the armored tanks.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for them to possess such weapons.

It seems that some nobles or related forces are secretly supporting these rebels.

Fight against the Moff by acting as a war agent.

Unfortunately, their strength is still not enough.

Support from the suppression forces arrived, and several assault ships flew down from the iron sky, dropping airdrop capsules onto the crowd below.

These steel drop pods smashed many rebels into pulp, and even some unlucky suppression troops were hit. The rebels looked at these drop pods in surprise.

In front of one of the airdrop pods, two rebel fighters approached with guns raised and cautious expressions on their faces.

bang——

The hatch of the drop pod flew out, sending the rebel fighter flying into the far wall on the opposite side.

Roar!
Then, a sudden roar frightened the remaining rebel.

He was grabbed by a blood-red hand that stretched out from the airdrop cabin.

A warrior with red skin and wearing blood-red armor walked out of the cabin, lifted it above his head and tore it into pieces.

The blood spilled on the blood-red warrior's body, making him even more excited.

hoo hoo hoo!
The same blood-red warriors came out of the airdrop cabin one after another.

They all used melee weapons, brutally slaughtering everything in front of them.

Screams were heard everywhere.

Those blood-red warriors were so bloodthirsty that they didn't even distinguish between friend and foe. Many soldiers from the riot control force fell into their hands.

The aura emanating from the blood-red warriors completely crushed the rebels' fighting spirit.

The rebels began to flee in all directions.

But the blood-red warrior did not let anyone go, only killing was in his eyes.

They pursued the scattered crowd.

"Damn it, that's a heretic warrior!"

Fran, holding Little Brown's hand, was swept away by the crowd and ran away madly.

The blood-red warrior was chasing him from behind, the scarlet blood rushed straight into his nostrils, and blood and flesh fragments even splashed onto his back.

"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice!"

As the blood spread, the blood-red warriors became more and more violent, with scarlet light in their eyes.

It was an indescribable pressure.

Any warrior facing them would be intimidated.

Some ordinary soldiers were even so frightened that they fell to the ground.

On the assault ship in mid-air, the black-robed mechanic looked at the carnage below and felt a little nervous.

These bloodthirsty warriors were created at the cost of countless lives.

If he is not strong enough, the tyrant will skin him alive.

After watching for a while, the black-robed mechanic smiled with satisfaction: "The bloodthirsty warrior has reached the expected standard..."

In this way, he can obtain more resources and conduct human experiments on a larger scale.

"Fuck!"

On the ground, Ron, who was possessed by Fran, watched the horrific massacre.

This familiar combat style and violent emotional energy...

There is nothing wrong with those who are His.

Ron was so confused:

“Khorne warriors?
This group is much stronger than the group of Khorne followers we wiped out on Ers before. It looks like they are as strong as Space Marines!"

Didn't that Moff take things too far?

Can this thing be touched?

He only dared to play some alien tricks, but this guy actually created Khorne warriors.

And then they let them out to kill indiscriminately.

How heretical!

Ron originally thought that he just needed to gather a wave of Space Marines, and then drive the Dream over and over.

Unexpectedly, there were twists and turns in the middle.

He was worried about his attack plan. It seemed that the current level of preparation was not enough!

Even Khorne warriors have appeared, so there is a high probability that there is a bigger guy hiding on this planet.

Will there be any Khorne Daemon coming in by then?

We must adjust our plans, prepare for the worst-case scenario and make targeted preparations.

Ron's thoughts flashed through his mind.

I'll think about these things slowly when I get back. What's more important now is to save the life of that poor saint named Fran.

The Khorne warrior's meat-cutter was almost about to hit his head, and his life was in danger.

It took a lot of effort to infiltrate a few people, and we still have to rely on these people to obtain more intelligence!
(End of this chapter)