Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 196 Sorry, I can fly too

Roar--

Harris was entangled by the dark golden figure.

That's Carter!

After he grabbed his enemy, he turned the power of his jump pack to the maximum.

Violent flames spurt out, creating a powerful thrust.

The thrust made Harris unable to control his body, and the two of them crashed into the stone sculpture on the dome.

With the impact, those ancient stone sculptures could not withstand the sudden pressure and began to collapse.

Huge rocks crashed down around them, landing on the ground with a loud thud.

On the stone carving.

"I didn't expect it, heretic, I'm back again!"

Carter drew out his sword and thrust it fiercely into Harris's demon wing.

He then pulled out his bolt pistol and shot at the wound on the demon's wing, injecting several high-intensity tranquilizer bombs.

He knew he couldn't do much damage to the demon.

So attack the opponent's weak points and try to keep them as much as possible.

But the next second, Carter was brought here.

"Troublesome rat!"

Harris had been badly injured in the previous battle and was in a weak state.

Now he is being hurt again by a weakling in his eyes.

This made him very angry:
"You are asking for death!"

Harris grabbed Carter and hit him hard several times.

The violent blow almost shattered the opponent's power armor.

Through Carter's half-destroyed helmet, blood could be seen flowing out of his mouth.

But his expression remained resolute.

Bang!
He raised his bolt pistol with trembling hands and fired another round into the demon's face.

"You go to hell!"

Harris was completely furious, and just when he was about to kill Carter.

He suddenly realized something.

drop--

He looked sharply to the side of the demon's wing.

There was a large armor-piercing grenade used exclusively by Space Marines.

Great!
Under normal circumstances, he would not allow such an explosive to get close to him.

boom! ! !
The armor-piercing grenade exploded, and the shock wave caused Harris to let go.

Carter fell to the ground.

Ron was on the ground, and he caught him in time with his psychic power and gave him an emergency injection of healing potion.

A number of armor-piercing iron plates were embedded in the places where Carter was not protected by power armor.

This is a serious injury that can be life-threatening.

Unexpectedly, after receiving treatment, he gritted his teeth and stood up again, as if he wanted to continue the pursuit.

This guy really deserves to be the toughest man under my command.

Ron looked at Carter and couldn't help but sigh.

He patted the other person's shoulder and asked the subordinate to stay and heal his wounds: "You did a good job, leave the rest to me..."

If this tough guy keeps going on, I'm afraid the banquet will have to start.

Ron looked up at the stone sculpture that was hundreds of meters high.

At this time, the smoke from the explosion had dissipated.

One of Harris's demon wings drooped limply, and the wing membrane on it was torn by the broken armor pieces, like a piece of rag.

Those tissues were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Harris noticed Ron's gaze and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, to escape from this planet as soon as possible!

Stay away from that scary guy!

Harris' throat bulged and he suddenly spit out a breath of demonic flames toward the ground. Then, regardless of the injuries on his body, he forced himself to spread his wings and flapped them.

Twisted and flew up.

Ron dodged the attack of the magic flame and saw Harris break through the glass dome and fly into the sky.

For the sake of portability and aesthetics, he does not carry a powered backpack with certain jumping and flying capabilities.

But that doesn't mean he can't fly.

In order to pursue Harris, he gritted his teeth and consumed tens of millions of faith power.

The golden beam of light spreads.

Ron exuded a sacred aura.

A golden flaming laurel wreath appeared on his head, and behind him, a pair of angel wings burning with golden flames unfolded.

Like a god descending to earth!

This time it’s not a fake special effect, but the real power of faith.

Ron bent his legs slightly and jumped up.

boom--

Smoke and dust scattered, and he suddenly broke through the top of the glazed wall like a golden flame and flew into the sky.

Ron floated in the air, searching for Harris.

At this time, the battle outside was still going on.

On the ground, the Storm Army has been deployed to assemble.

Dozens of combined forces brigades launched attacks towards their respective objectives.

With the support of long-range artillery fire, the armored forces of the combined brigade attacked and occupied important nodes of the hive city like a steel torrent.

In the sky, the roar of anti-aircraft guns gradually faded, and tens of thousands of fighter planes shuttled back and forth, assisting ground forces in bombing defensive fortresses everywhere.

"That's the savior, the savior has arrived!"

Seeing Ron, who was like a holy angel descending from the sky, many resistance fighters became more motivated and charged at the enemy.

Soon, Ron used psychic sensing to find Harris's trace. That guy was in the airspace several kilometers away!
He waved his virtual wings burning with golden flames, leaving a flame shadow and flew towards the target.

……

airspace.

Harris's demon wings drew a red track in the sky.

There are red flames burning in the eyes.

His heart was filled with resentment and anger.

He is the monarch here, but now he has to flee in humiliation.

Harris will never accept that all this is only temporary.

Once he escapes from here and gets a chance to recuperate and accumulate strength, he will return with the demon army!

Whoosh whoosh—

Dozens of lightning assault fighters spotted the figure of the heretic demon Harris and quickly came over to intercept him.

These assault planes swooped down.

The long-barreled automatic cannons mounted under their bellies poured out fire at them.

bang bang bang-

Cross-links of bullets swept toward Harris.

The fire network formed by the artillery shells covered all his escape routes.

"You think you can stop me with these scraps of copper and iron?"

Harris twisted his wings and quickly spun to avoid most of the gunfire.

Afterwards, he carried the shells and suddenly increased his altitude, rushing towards the nearest assault fighter squadron.

The assault fighter squadron reacted quickly and dispersed rapidly.

Passing by Harris's demon body.

Seeing this, the assault fighter squadrons farther away launched Hell Strike Missiles one after another.

If these missiles hit the enemy, they can cause considerable damage.

However, Harris flapped his wings violently, and a scarlet blood wind howled.

All the incoming missiles deviated from their trajectories and collided with each other and exploded.

The explosion flames filled the air.

Inside the assault plane.

"The target is gone!"

The driver looked at the flames, his vision was blocked and he could not see the figure of the heretic demon at all.

The radar appears to be affected.

He was in constant communication with the other pilots in the squad.

Suddenly, terrifying demonic whispers were heard in the channel, which put him in extreme fear.

Lost consciousness for a moment.

When the driver came to his senses, he finally heard the communication from other drivers:

"The devil is coming!"

"Dodge, dodge!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The shouts and screams of other pilots were heard over the communicator.

What about other fighter planes?
The pilot suddenly discovered that the surrounding assault aircraft had disappeared.

Alerted by the radar, he looked down.

Several fighter planes fell in flames.

The fighter planes crashed into the buildings below, and the ammunition they carried exploded along with the fighter planes, forming fireballs like small mushroom clouds.

"Where's the heretic demon?"

The communicator went silent, with no response.

Fear completely gripped the driver's heart, and he could no longer find the location of the heretic demon.

"I'm here………"

Suddenly, a terrible voice like that from hell reached my ears.

That sound didn't come from the communicator!
The driver realized where the sound came from, he swallowed and looked up.

He saw the devil's hideous face...

The heretic demon kept sticking to the assault fighter he was driving to avoid being tracked!

The driver reacted and was about to take action when the sharp claws pierced the cockpit.

The armor of ordinary fighter planes can't stop the attack of the bloodthirsty demon.

Harris ripped the pilot out of the cockpit and effortlessly crushed him into a pulp and threw him away.

He then left the attack plane and let it fall.

boom!
As soon as Harris left the assault plane, he was hit by a cannon.

"For the Savior!"

He turned his head and saw an assault plane rushing towards him.

The pilot roared and drove the assault fighter straight towards the heretic demon, launching a suicide attack.

Seeing this, Harris showed a cruel smile: "Little mouse who overestimates his own abilities"

He flapped his wings and rushed forward at an even faster speed, colliding violently with the incoming assault plane.

bang——

The assault fighter collapsed, disintegrated and exploded under the impact of the iron demon body, turning into scattered wreckage.

In a very short period of time, Harris slaughtered dozens of assault planes that came to intercept.

He laughed wildly, enjoying the brutal killing: "Die, die, you weak human!"

At this moment, he finally enjoyed the pleasure of being a devil.

I even felt a slight increase in strength.

What a wonderful power that is...

The next moment, Harris' pupils shrank as he laughed wildly.

Because he saw the savior!

(End of this chapter)