Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 248 Belisarius Cole: I am indeed a little forgetful...

According to the report of the expedition team.

They found the portal to the Macragge system and its various planets.

The height of the teleportation gate is enough to accommodate an entire army.

This result surprised Ron.

He had originally prepared to go to Macragge alone, after all, all he had seen before were small teleportation portals.

Unable to accommodate the passage of troops.

A passage that is only two or three meters wide can only allow soldiers to pass through one by one.

It's like queuing up and sending yourself to die.

The gate found by the expedition team was more than fifty meters wide, so he was able to lead a small army to rush to the battlefield for support.

Of course, the most important mission of that army is to ensure his safety and give him the opportunity to activate the sacred urn bomb.

As for which army to send, he has not yet decided.

"After so many years in this damn place, I'm finally going to get in touch with the outside world!"

Ron was nervous and excited.

Over the years, he has been concentrating on developing his territory and building his army, which is equivalent to hiding in the Novice Village and farming.

Now, he has entered the main storyline and participated in the main mission of the Galaxy - the interstellar melee.

Apart from anything else, there are many forces involved in the upcoming battle of Guilliman's resurrection.

Ron thought about it.

He entered some information into the data pad, analyzing the enemies and allies he might encounter in this war.

Attacker:
The Chaos Space Marine warbands led by Abaddon, including the Iron Warriors, Purifiers, Night Lords, etc.

Kabanha, the chief archdaemon of Khorne, and his army of demons.

Defender:
Belisarius Cawl, the great sage of the Mechanicum and the successor of Om Messiah, has lived for ten thousand years. He is a veteran who likes to split his consciousness and has mechanized almost all of himself.

Saint Celestine, a living saint, a glowing silver-haired winged angel who can resurrect warriors.

Greyfax, one of the most notorious Inquisitors of the Inquisition, is the most vicious and fanatical lunatic in the galaxy. Everyone she sees is a heretic.

Evelene, the Herald of Death, is one of the most powerful Eldar individuals currently. She is near-immortal and can summon the incarnation of Death.

Guilliman, the Primarch who is about to wake up, the second thickest leg of the future Human Empire.

In addition to them, those who participated in the battle included the Lucky Ones of Cadia, the Black Templars, the Grey Knights, and the Eldar Death Army.

The main combat force is Calgar, the current commander of the Ultramarines under Guilliman, and the chief think-library Digris.

And a large number of Ultramarines.

Finally, there is Ron himself, the savior, and his unknown army.

Of course, he appeared in the form of a vest.

He cannot reveal his identity, otherwise he will be in trouble and will most likely be targeted by Abaddon and Kabenha.

Then take revenge on him and his territory.

She is more likely to be targeted by people from the Empire, especially that crazy woman Greyfax.

hiss~
Ron felt a headache as he looked at the pile of information that had just been recorded on the data board.

It's so intricate and complicated, worthy of being called Galaxy Mix.

Fortunately, his brain has been strengthened, so he can dig these things out of his memory.

Ron originally wanted to roughly restore the course of the war and make some targeted arrangements in advance.

But these speculations and judgments were too difficult for him.

In the end, he only concluded the following.

Abaddon launched the Thirteenth Black Crusade. After a series of big chaos, he was so frustrated with his defeat that he overturned the plate and used the Blackstone Fortress to destroy Cadia.

Both sides then retreated.

Abaddon, feeling that he had won a small victory, was about to open the champagne when he received a prophecy from a wizard:

The Archsage Belisarius Cawl holds a relic of far-reaching significance, one so important that it could change the course of the entire war.

Now, Belisarius Cawl and the survivors of Cadia, with the help of the Eldar, entered the Webway and headed all the way to their destination - Macragge.

When Abaddon learned of the prophecy, he immediately sent out an entire Chaos fleet to pursue Belisarius Cawl and his men.

Then he chased and they fled.

After several battles along the way, new troops joined both sides, and finally a big fight broke out in Macragge.

The problem now is that Kabanha has barged in, and we don’t know what impact that will cause.

The current intelligence was complicated and he was unable to determine what stage the battle had reached.

"Alas, it turns out that I am not suitable for any strategy, so I just have to act recklessly!"

Ron tossed the dataslate.

He decided not to pursue those targeted strategies and instead focus his attention on Macragge.

When the chaos reached a critical moment, he would lead his troops A over and finish the job with one shot.

Suddenly, Ron slapped his head.

He thought of an important question, that living saint, the silver-haired winged angel - Saint Celestine.

Is she pretty?

She should be quite beautiful.

After all, when Saint Celestine appears, she basically has white angel wings, accompanied by holy light and white doves.

The holy light is understandable, but the white dove is a bit outrageous. This special effect alone is awesome...

He is simply the top idol of the empire.

He is worthy of being the chosen one valued by the Divine Emperor and the living saint of the empire.

And he is also very powerful. In the Battle of Cadia, he stabbed Abaddon hard.

He suffered considerable harm.

It can be said that Saint Celestine's strength and status are roughly equal to that of the Demon Prince of Chaos.

Just like those demon princes, they can be resurrected again and again.

Thinking of this, Ron immediately stopped thinking and muttered softly: "Blasphemy, blasphemy, Master Divine Emperor, I didn't mean that..."

He was actually a little envious.

Both the God Emperor and the Chaos Evil God have the ability to select and resurrect the Chosen.

It is equivalent to always having powerful and immortal warriors under your command.

Although Ron's little sun can bless the warriors, if those warriors die, they will really die.

The death of a few people would be enough to make him heartbroken for a long time.

I don't know when the little sun will be able to possess that kind of power...

"Lord Savior."

The head maid Linda spoke in a clear voice: "The nobles of the Seren system are waiting to see you, and..."

She came over to report her schedule.

"Cancel all my schedule and let Bayev arrange for them to visit the holy land and learn some advanced ideas."

Ron waved his hand and ordered.

He ignored these social engagements and devoted all his energy to the upcoming war.

He stood up from his throne and sat on the jeweled golden levitator beside him.

"This hall is too big..."

Ron complained that it would take at least ten minutes to walk from here to the entrance of the hall.

He activated the levitation device and accelerated outward.

……

After Ron issued the order to prepare for war to the Military Affairs Department, he began the preparations.

He went to a secret base and took out the enhanced sacred urn bomb and the launcher.

So that you can carry it and join the battle as soon as possible.

Afterwards, he went to inspect the manufacturing progress of the special edition power armor.

The demon-style power armor has basically taken shape, and the body size after being equipped is close to six meters.

It is equivalent to a small war mecha.

Equipped with a ferocious helmet.

After Ron equipped this set of armor, he looked almost exactly like the ferocious statue.

But he was still not satisfied.

Let the technical priests continue to make it more exaggerated and add more mechanical devices that can create special effects.

Even technical priests were required to make it possible for them to appear with large vampire bats.

To this end, the Institute of Biology urgently cloned a batch of chaos vampire bats with a body size of about one meter.

There is no other way. To appear in this world, one must have some style. Saint Celestine had white doves when she appeared.

It's not too much for him to play tricks on vampire bats. Of course, these are just incidental things, just Ron's bad taste.

What is more important is the selection of the troops.

He didn't plan to let Space Marines like Carter and Duke participate in this battle.

After all, he is not fighting as a savior this time, and taking them with him may affect their image.

It is inconvenient for subsequent work.

Once the identity of the future savior is legalized, they can then go out and carry out activities in the name of the Divine Emperor.

As for how to legalize it, he hasn't figured it out yet.

Probably we have to start with the God-Emperor, and let him give a dream or something to our eldest son Guilliman.

Although Guilliman is relatively resistant to the Emperor's deification, he is relatively open-minded and should be able to accept the message from his old father.

But considering the current strength of the territory, the identity of savior is not suitable for legalization.

After all, once legalized, he and his territory will be exposed to the sight of many forces in the galaxy.

Under pressure from all sides.

At least we have to wait until the unified star region is fully developed and can resist the forces of all sides.

At this stage, the best way is to let Guilliman, the most handsome man in the human empire, bear the pressure.

He just needs to keep developing.

In view of these reasons, Ron planned to select a group of heavily armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs to fight with him.

To truly realize the concept of "the chickens guarding the national borders and the greenskins dying for the country".

Give Chaos and the Empire a little shock, let them know what true loyalty is!

This can also confuse the vision.

Anyway, it's just a disguise, so it doesn't matter how you do it.

……

web channel.

The entrance of a transmission channel somewhere.

dong dong dong-

The ground shook slightly.

A four-meter-tall, four-armed chicken thief walked out, equipped with heavy armor, several heavy artillery and chainsaw weapons.

It has red eyes and an imposing aura, and even more eye-catching is the Imperial Double Eagle emblem on its chest.

Shiny and loyal!
The armor on this heavily armored chicken thief even uses the technology of Space Marine power armor.

Over the years, there has been a special alien research institute that has been continuously training and strengthening these cunning creatures.

Make them stronger.

Ron gritted his teeth and gave a second blessing to the most powerful heavy-armored chickens.

It can be said to be a huge investment.

But these investments also have rich returns.

The combat effectiveness of those heavily armored warriors who have been blessed twice is much higher than that of ordinary Space Marines.

Waaaagh!!!

Accompanied by a loud battle cry.

A green-skinned boss who had also been blessed twice rushed over with a battle axe.

The blood-red battle axe, with great force, slashed towards the heavily-armored chicken thief.

when!
The heavy-armored chicken blocked the attack and swung its sharp claws to fight back. The collision between the alloys created sparks and made a deafening roar.

Roar--

Waaaagh——

Many heavily armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs were surrounding them, roaring and cheering.

As for why they fought, it was because they were bored.

Not far away, there stood a ferocious figure over five meters tall, and above the figure hovered a group of large chaotic vampire bats emitting faint black smoke.

They were screaming, quite impressive.

However, the ferocious figure remained motionless, as if it was dormant.

Under the figure's feet is a lazy sofa.

"Damn it, I lost again. That Chaos Caul must be cheating!"

Ron threw down the mechanical game device, took a big gulp of iced Cola, and lay on the sofa like a salted fish.

"What's going on? Why is there no movement?"

In order to be able to participate in the battle in time.

He led nearly a thousand heavily-armored chicken thieves and elite green-skinned orcs who had been blessed once or twice and waited here for several days.

A few days ago, Ron used the transmission channel to secretly send early warning information to Magkula.

However, he discovered that the Extreme Marines seemed to be prepared, probably because their think tank had noticed something.

After all, those think tanks are similar to chaos wizards and have some predictive abilities.

But he didn't think it was that magical. Those think tanks and wizards seemed to have obtained information through the fluctuations of the subspace.

Anyway, no matter what, he has conveyed more specific information, and it depends on how they respond.

If the situation gets bad, Ron will teleport over to provide support immediately.

He waited for many days.

Macragge remained calm, but more and more warships were gathering in secret.

Ron pulled off his eye mask and lay down. He needed to have a good rest.

Recharge your batteries.

Although he knew that the flames of war were already burning in the Five Hundred Worlds, he did not know when it would spread to Macragge.

He didn't know.

Who would have thought that while all parties were fighting, there was a guy named Lao Liu squatting there carrying a super-killer weapon.

And I squatted for a long time.

Hey~
He, the great savior, was so worried about Lao Ji...

Suddenly, Ron pulled off his blindfold and sat up, frowning with some worry:
"The fight started..."
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Strike Cruiser.

Inside the ship's cabin.

呲味味~
The faint sound of breathing from the artificial piston lungs was heard.

The hunched figure in a scarlet robe was in the darkness, the complex mechanical creations and prosthetic limbs almost crushing his body.

That was Belisarius Cawl, and at that moment he was staring at the mechanical creation in front of him.

Ten thousand years, what a long time.

Even the longest-lived mechanical sage can only live for a thousand years. If he lives longer than that, he will either go crazy or die.

But he is still alive, just a little forgetful.

He had lost too much memory, and the knowledge he had forgotten alone was more than what many technical priests had learned in their entire lives.

Belisarius Caul fell into deep thought.

But there is one thing he has never forgotten, and that is the agreement he made with the Emperor's Thirteenth Son ten thousand years ago.

Now, the time has finally come to fulfill the promise.

Why is it so late?

The mechanical brain continued to fluctuate as Belisarius Cawl flipped through thousands of years of historical records.

Suddenly, the inferior Kaul in the mechanical brain laughed: "Arrogant old fool, because you forgot about this matter in the middle of the time!"

"Logically, that's the correct answer..."

After a moment's silence, Belisarius Caul responded to the overly noisy split consciousness.

Regardless, he brought with him the relic that could revive the Emperor's child, the Armor of Destiny contained in the Holy Casket.

And Evelyne, the Eldar lady who can manipulate the Holy Box.

He had everything he needed to heal the Emperor's Child.

Rumbling--

The battleship shook violently, and the roar of artillery fire brought Belisarius Cawl back to reality from his binary contemplation.

His multifaceted eyes scanned his surroundings, his brain going into battle mode.

The mechanical shell covering his body crackled as the Level 3 life support system pumped energy into his weapon amplifier.

The syllables of those technical terms rise unintentionally.

"Report Position"

The command was issued, and Belisarius Caul received the answer within milliseconds.

This is... Macragge!
(End of this chapter)