Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 197 An unknown premonition

"how is this possible?"

In Harris's field of vision, a large golden fist attacked.

He couldn't believe it.

That savior actually had the ability to fly and caught up with me so quickly!

By the time you react and want to dodge.

It's too late.

Bang!
Ron's fist, which was covered with psychic lightning, hit Harris' head and knocked him away with one punch.

Now, with the blessing of more power of faith, his spiritual energy penetrates through the place of impact and continuously burns the enemy's soul.

Harris steadied his body and couldn't help spitting out thick blood. There was still a trace of psychic lightning burning on the wound.

These psychic powers brought him great pain, penetrating deep into his soul.

"Savior!"

Seeing that the Savior was about to attack again, Harris quickly raised his hand to stop him, as if he had something to say.

Ron stared at him coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

"I am willing to serve you and fight for you..."

Harris looked pleadingly, he knew there was no way he could escape from here.

Having just enjoyed his power, he absolutely did not want to die just like that.

Ever since the assassination attempt on his wife, his remaining courage had long been exhausted.

Become the suspicious and death-fearing tyrant Harith.

After completely falling into depravity and becoming a demon, he even lost the little pride he had left as a monarch.

He is a Khorne bloodthirsty demon who has lost his courage and pride.

This is a very ridiculous thing.

That is why he committed so much bloodshed and was not welcomed by the powers of Khorne.

Because the power of Khorne he received was too weak.

Khorne hadn't even noticed his presence.

If Halis really went to the Brass Fortress one day, he would most likely be ordered to be executed by Khorne.

Hanging on the high wall as a disgraced person, being spurned by all the demons.

Seeing that the savior didn't speak, Harris continued:
“You need a warrior like me to handle things that are inconvenient for you.

As long as I can get your forgiveness, I am willing to accept any of your conditions!"

He was willing to do anything to save his life.

Ron looked at the somewhat servile bloodthirsty demon in front of him and smiled gently:

“You should have heard of the prophecy, right?
I hope the prophecy can come true, that is my only condition..."

Upon hearing this, Harris was stunned and felt desperate.

Of course he knew the prophecy:

The tyrant of the Goli Sector will die miserably on the throne!
It seemed that the savior was not going to let him survive.

Harris' eyes flickered.

The blood mist of his demonic body surged, and he suddenly spewed out scarlet flame mist forward to obscure his vision, preparing to use it to launch a sneak attack.

But Ron broke through the fog at a faster speed and attacked Harris.

He had been on guard against this move for a long time.

The two sides fought in the air, and the sonic booms shook the area.

After several rounds of attacks, Harris made another feint, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

But this time, he never had the chance.

"You old man, you still want to run away?"

Ron accelerated and caught up with him, grabbing hold of one of Harris's demon wings and tearing it apart with all his strength.

Roar! ! !
Harris struggled desperately, and his cries of pain echoed throughout the hive.

The skin on his back that was connected to the devil's wings was torn, and cracks appeared on the internal bones, oozing thick blood.

It's sizzling!

Ron tore off the demon's wings fiercely and threw them down along with fresh demon blood.

Afterwards, he grabbed the unsteady Harris and said:

"You have nowhere to escape!"

He kicked the bloodthirsty demon hard, sending it to the ground.

Harris, who lost his demon wings, fell straight to the ground under the heavy blow.

boom--

The huge demon body, accelerated by gravity, slammed heavily into the square on the ground.

The rock instantly caved in and shattered under the heavy pressure, with countless pieces of gravel flying everywhere.

The square was almost destroyed, with a rupture pit several dozen meters across appearing in the center.

The blood flowing out of the demon's body infected the area.

"Damn savior..."

Blood continued to flow out of Harris' mouth as he struggled to get up.

But he just stood up.

This area was covered by artillery fire from the Storm Army's heavy combined brigade.

Dozens of large-caliber heavy artillery knocked him down, and he lay back in the pit.

As soon as Harris lay down, he was covered by a shadow.

That was the shadow cast by the Thunder heavy bomber. A bombing squad came over and dropped dozens of Hell bombing missiles.

The ground shook violently, and fireballs rose from the bombing. The square was almost in ruins, and the heretic demon lying on it was probably also useless.

After the bombers, there were several rounds of various bombings.

The artillery fire from the surrounding armed forces almost all came to visit.

Even the most poorly equipped worker rebels fired a few powerful shots from their homemade cannons.

People are pouring out their suppressed anger towards this tyrant who cruelly killed billions of lives.

Harris was like a target, enduring the continuous saturation bombardment and unable to move at all.

After being hit by several rounds of artillery fire, his whole body was charred and his chaotic power was almost exhausted.

It is no longer possible to protect and restore the demon body.

bang——

Another round of homemade artillery fire hit Harris on the head.

The tyrant who once looked down upon this planet and had the power of life and death lay on the ground, dying.

He was severely injured under the bombardment.

Life is boring.

As long as the artillery fire is numerous and intense enough, even the most powerful creatures will not be able to withstand it.

However, soon, Harris showed an even more frightened look.

He said in a weak voice:
"No……"

Above the sky, a golden figure fell, igniting flames due to friction in the atmosphere.

Ron's body was covered with violent psychic lightning, and he was falling at an increasing speed.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky.

This trick is called:
"The crows are on a plane... No, the meteors are destroying us!"

A few seconds before landing.

Ron suddenly stopped and blasted all his gathered psychic energy onto Harris.

The impact of the body under gravity acceleration has a reaction force, and his bones may be broken into many sections.

It's too troublesome to recover.

It is safer to use psychic attacks.

The huge psychic lightning completely destroyed Harris's demonic body.

He collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

Ron grabbed Harris, dragged him back to the royal hall, and threw him back onto the half-collapsed mechanical throne.

He said he hoped that prophecy would come true.

The prophecy that the tyrant would die on his throne had been circulated in the Gori Sector for a thousand years.

Even after his slight changes, it still remains popular.

Harris had to die on the throne to put an end to all this.

As the savior, Ron can also take over the power from the tyrant reasonably with the blessing of the prophecy.

This will be helpful for future rule.

On the mechanical throne, the power of Khorne on Harris gradually dissipated.

His demonic body faded away, returning to his original appearance—

A bloated and obese monarch.

In the last moments of his life, Harris regained his sanity and temporarily escaped the erosion of Chaos.

He recalled the horrific acts he had committed over the years.

"God Emperor, what a sin I have committed!"

Harris shed tears. He had violated his faith and felt incomparable regret in his heart.

But it's too late.

The crime he committed is unforgivable!
Harris struggled to stand up, he looked up at Ron, full of expectation:

"Savior, you can save everything and make this planet and the Goli Sector prosperous again, right?"

"Of course!"

Ron's answer was crisp and clear.

Then he stabbed the big golden sword he had just picked up into Harris' chest in a more decisive manner.

The blade pierced through the heart, pierced through the body, and was deeply embedded in the mechanical throne behind.

Harris died on the mechanical throne.

Ron looked at his body and was silent for a while.

He turned around and summoned a Thunder Guard who was carrying a camera, and urged:
"Hurry up and take photos to record it, then clean this place thoroughly with high temperature!"

He doesn't want to see this guy pretending to be dead again.

Soon, the Thunder Guards filmed the video and uploaded it to the Dream.

The Dream used signal delivery equipment to broadcast this video to the entire planet.

In the image:
The savior, radiating light like an angel, stood beside the tyrant's body and announced to everyone that the tyrant was dead.

He promised to bring liberation to the planet.

At the same time, he issued an ultimatum to the tyrant's remaining troops.

Order them to lay down their weapons and seek mercy.

Otherwise it will be a devastating blow!
……

Ron walked out of the burning royal hall.

After killing the tyrant, the battle can basically be declared won.

But for some reason, he had a vague feeling of foreboding.

(End of this chapter)