Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 253 Guilliman, he is revived!

"Have a nice journey, Lao Ha..."

Looking at Kabanha's heroic back as he attacked the temple, Ron withdrew his hand holding the launcher and observed a moment of silence for him.

According to the backup plan, he also left a six-year-old sniper version of the *Sacred Ashes Bullet for this old rival.

Now it seems that we can save it.

After all, he only had a few of them, and he had spent all his savings, so he tried to save as much as possible.

Ron could already imagine what would happen to Cabanha.

The future Regent Guilliman is about to revive. When he is resurrected with full health, he is almost invincible in the real universe.

What's more, he holds the Emperor's Sword that can directly kill demons.

Although the Holy Urn Bullet is powerful, its main advantage is in clearing soldiers. It has a small number, a long manufacturing time, and a cooling time.

The Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand is a top-level artifact left by the God-Emperor himself. It can kill anyone it hits, and it has no cooling time.

It is a true chaos buster.

What's more, according to GW's nature, this highly popular character, the son of the plot version, has just been resurrected and is in urgent need of showing off.

It won't work for anyone who comes.

Not to mention the Chief Khorne Demon Kabanha, Ron had reason to suspect that even if Khorne came, anyone would be slapped in the face.

Don't dare to provoke, don't dare to provoke!
Ron quietly issued orders to the heavy-armored chicken thieves and greenskins, asking them to pay more attention to the surrounding situation and prepare for retreat.

What if Guilliman wakes up and attacks me, and stabs me at the same time? That would be a huge mistake.

bang——

Just as Ron was about to run away, a golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes and went up into the sky.

That was the holy silver-haired angel surrounded by golden flames—Saint Celestine.

He suddenly sensed that the aura of this silver-haired angel had changed a lot, and he felt vaguely familiar.

Well, it looks better.

Roar--

As the devil's roar was heard, the silver-haired angel intercepted Kabanha and the two fought in mid-air.

After receiving the gift from the Holy Sun, the silver-haired angel became even more powerful.

He was able to fight with Cabanha for several moves without being defeated.

The golden and red afterimages clashed several times in an instant, and the energy waves continued to spread.

"Follower of the Cursed, you are seeking your own death!"

A raging flame burned on Kabanha's iron body, as if it had turned red and warm.

It would be fine if that despicable Demon Eater intercepted him, after all, he was an existence worthy of the demons' fear.

But now, even the defeated generals who had their bones crushed by him not long ago dared to challenge him.

What a shame.

midair.

"By the will of my Lord, I will eliminate all evil and protect the holy body of the Emperor's Son!"

The silver-haired angel's wings danced lightly, she held the Blazing Heart Sword in her hand, her eyes full of fighting spirit.

This horrible demon must not be allowed to interfere with the resurrection of the Emperor's Children!
At this moment, Kabanha's eyes were extremely violent.

He must tear into pieces this Cursed believer who dares to challenge him!

Kabanha brandished the blood axe in his hand and launched an attack with all his strength. Every attack was full of killing power.

Enough to tear mountains apart!
But the silver-haired angel did not retreat, the Blazing Heart Sword burned in her hand, emitting a dazzling flame.

The two powerful beings unfolded a life and death fluctuation in mid-air, blood and flames intertwined, and the sound of air explosions continued to be heard.

However, the balance of the battle began to tilt.

Although the silver-haired angel was eager to fight, Kabanha's violent power seemed endless.

Every confrontation was like a brush with death.

The silver-haired angel's armor, which originally shone with a holy light, now began to show cracks.

Debris continued to fall.

"Fuck, is Kabanha so fierce even when he's low on health? This situation is not good..."

Ron, who originally wanted to run away quietly, stopped when he saw this scene.

He was hesitating.

But looking at the battle scene, the silver-haired angel is in danger of falling.

But Saint Celestine is a living saint with the power of resurrection, so dying once or twice shouldn't be a big deal.

Besides, the battle is now decided.

Even if Kabanha killed her, it would be difficult to break through the psychic defenses built around the temple by the Grey Knights Grand Master and other powerful warriors.

Ugh……

Come here.

Ron gritted his teeth and took out the sacred urn bullet again.

It’s nothing, he’s just a kind-hearted person and can’t bear to see beautiful women suffer.

What's more, he had already made a great enemy with Kabanha, so he would feel more at ease if he could send that guy to the west as soon as possible.

Click.

Ron quickly set up the launcher and aimed at Cabanha: "I think I can finally kill you this time. Goodbye, Old Ha!"

He pulled the trigger suddenly, and the holy light gathered again!

midair.

Kabanha's attacks became more and more fierce, severely damaging the followers of the Cursed.

Just when he seized the opportunity and was about to tear it apart, an indescribable fear suddenly surged in his heart.

The energy of the cursed?

Kabanha was particularly sensitive to this kind of force, and he couldn't help but glance in the direction where the energy came from.

Suddenly his heart and liver were torn apart and he could hardly maintain his body.

The Demon Eater used that terrible weapon again. How could he still have a weapon like that? !

Kabanha was terrified.

He swore that he would stay away from any place where the despicable demon-eater was from now on!
boom--

Kabanha didn't bother to fight, he suddenly knocked the silver-haired angel away and flapped his wings to escape to the sky.

He could sense that in his current state, there was absolutely no way that he could survive such an attack!

However, soon, the silver-haired angel stopped Kabanha.

"Get out of here!"

Kabanha roared and madly attacked the cursed followers who tried to stop him.

The fear in his heart was beyond measure, but he could not get rid of the entanglement.

There is no escape!

Kabanha could feel that he had been locked on and there was no room for escape in the air.

He... is completely desperate!
Is it possible that he, the great chief demon Kabanha, will die here today?

Phew!

The moment Kabanha lost consciousness, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and a burning sensation.

"By the Emperor's will, banish the demons!"

The silver-haired angel shouted, and even though she was exhausted from the severe injuries she suffered, she still used the last of her strength.

The flaming sword of the Burning Heart was thrust fiercely into the heart of the chief demon.

By the time Kabanha reacted, an expression of uncontrollable ecstasy appeared on his cruel and violent face.

He had never been so excited when he accepted the power of the Great Blood God and became the chief demon.

“Hahahaha, I, Kabanha, have been expelled. Finally, I don’t have to face that despicable and cunning Demon Eater anymore!”

Cabanha was overjoyed.

As the Blazing Heart Sword penetrated deeper, his iron body began to disintegrate and was gradually sucked away by the warp.

Just before returning to the Warp, the Chief Khorne Archdaemon Kabanha looked at the silver-haired angel in front of him.

His violent eyes softened, revealing a rare emotion - gratitude.

It's like looking at a benefactor.

Such a look immediately made the silver-haired angel feel a little overwhelmed.

whoosh-

The next second, space suddenly twisted, and Kabanha was expelled and returned to the subspace.

on the ground.

"Ah, so quick counterattack?
Ron was a little confused when he saw this scene, and then he felt heartbroken: "What about my sacred ashes?"

What a loss! The energy of the sacred urn bomb has reached its limit and cannot be taken back.

"Forget it, let's just set off some psychic fireworks to celebrate Lao Ji's upcoming return..."

Ron consoled himself.

He pulled the trigger, and a burst of golden energy suddenly burst out and shot into the sky.

Ok?
After pulling the trigger, Ron saw something falling from mid-air.

The silver hair fluttered and the wings drooped limply.

It was the silver-haired angel. She seemed to be exhausted and was falling to the ground.

To be more precise, it hit where he was standing.

???

Ron subconsciously raised his hand and caught the silver-haired angel.

boom--

above the sky.

The sacred urn bomb bloomed in the dark red sky.

Its explosion was like a brilliant golden firework, enveloping the surroundings in a layer of sacred light.

The light penetrated the clouds and illuminated the two figures below.

In this light, the great savior and demon-eater stood like a knight from a legend.

He was holding the petite-looking silver-haired angel in a princess-like posture, gently but firmly.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the two just stared at each other.

If any high-ranking nobles of the empire saw this scene, they would definitely be jealous to the point of going crazy.

As a living saint and the empire's top idol, Saint Celestine has countless believers or fans within the empire.

She is also the dream lover hidden in the hearts of countless imperial nobles.

This silver-haired angel has an angelic face and a proud figure, coupled with pure white angel wings.

Not many people can resist.

What's more, her beauty is not just on the outside, but also a radiance that radiates from the inside out.

Her will is so firm and her heart is so pure that one can't help but think of the holy angels in the legend.

She is simply an ascetic and holy queen.

In front of Saint Celestine, the high-ranking nobles of the empire would feel how insignificant their power and wealth were.

He even felt a little inferior and didn't dare to do anything to blaspheme this holy angel.

However, this silver-haired angel was actually held in someone's arms!
"Sigh~"

Ron looked at the silver-haired angel in his arms and was a little embarrassed. What kind of strange development was this?

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

I have to say, these angel wings are so white, I really want to stroke them...

But he dared not.

What's even stranger is that the way this woman looked at him seemed a little strange.

So, they probably don't know each other, right?
"Mr. Demon Eater, please..."

The voice of this holy silver-haired angel is usually as clear and cold as a spring in winter.

But at this moment, her voice carried a barely perceptible hint of panic.

It was as if ripples were appearing inadvertently deep in my heart.

The silver-haired angel was a little panicked.

Just now, her cold heart felt something she had never felt before.

An emotion called liking.

She actually developed a crush on this Mr. Demon Eater!
when--

A sudden sound like the sound of a bell interrupted the silver-haired angel's words.

What the hell!

Hearing the bell, Ron's hands trembled, and he subconsciously dropped the silver-haired angel in his arms to the ground.

???

The silver-haired angel fell to the ground with a thud. She was a little dazed as she looked at Mr. Demon Eater who had abandoned her so rudely.

"Sorry, my hand slipped..."

Ron felt a little embarrassed and apologized to Saint Celestine.

Then he ran towards the transmission channel without looking back: "I'm leaving, bye!"

The ringing of the bell represents the end of the resurrection ceremony, which means that the super-strong man Guilliman will wake up soon.

If you don't run away now, it might be too late!

Fortunately, the heavily armored chicken thieves and greenskins had already taken advantage of the chaos to evacuate.

Ron drove the ferocious armor at full speed, and the thrusters behind the armor emitted fierce flames.

In order to go faster, he walked in a straight line and crashed into several ruins.

Inside the Temple of Rectification.

On the throne, the rune panel reading of the automatic holy box turned from red to green, and a pure, clear note lit up.

Like a sharp blade, it cuts through all the noise.

The next moment, the ugly and hideous metal tentacles extended from the automatic holy box began to gradually shrink and retract.

As the hissing mist gradually dissipated, a magnificent and shocking picture slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

It almost makes people forget to breathe.

A second ago, sitting stiffly on the throne was a pale, stagnant ghost that had been silent for a hundred centuries.

And now, standing before everyone is the Emperor's son, Primarch of the Ultramarines - Robert Guilliman!
His body was so tall, alert, and wise, with surging vitality all over his body.

His presence was unparalleled, like a sweeping storm that instantly controlled the hearts and souls of everyone in the temple.

The Primarch has resurrected!
Guilliman rose slowly.

He was wearing the magnificent light blue armor with golden eagle wings that the Great Sage had brought all the way from the Martian Forge. He was holding the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and an eternal flame burned from the hilt all the way to the tip of the blade.

Releases brilliant light.

The rage and fury reflected in his eyes was so fierce that no one dared to look directly at him.

At this moment, the entire temple seemed to be under a spell.

Although the flames of war had raged in Ultramar, the temple was completely silent. Apart from the echo of artillery fire coming from outside, there was no other sound.

Everyone present witnessed the rebirth of the Primarch with awe from the bottom of their hearts.

However, people discovered that the Primarch's eyes were directed elsewhere.

Everyone followed the Primarch's gaze and saw a large figure, the Demon Eater.

Calga, Greyfax and the others had mixed feelings about the Demon Eater.

This mysterious being that the demons feared came at the head of an alien army, performed unspeakable miracles, and saved Macragge.

Everyone had different looks in their eyes. Was the Demon Eater an enemy or an ally of the empire?
But his actions were undoubtedly complete heresy.

In front of the transmission channel.

Ron noticed the arresting gaze behind him, he paused and turned around.

There shouldn't be any risk at such a long distance.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the Primarch.

In an instant, Ron felt the surging will and power of the Primarch, as well as the anger that had been suppressed for ten thousand years.

The Son of Vengeance has returned to unleash his fury upon Chaos!

Ron remained silent, nodded to Guilliman, then turned and stepped into the transmission channel.

Leaving a hideous back view to everyone.

Saint Celestine returned to her cool and holy appearance.

Looking at the Demon Eater's disappearing back, she had a premonition that she would see Mr. Demon Eater again in the future.

"Who is he?"

The Primarch finally spoke, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Boom boom boom——

Before anyone could answer, several more Terrorclaws crashed into the temple.

The reinforcements dropped by the Chaos Fleet in orbit finally broke through the defense line and arrived, but it was too late...

Roar!
When those Chaos Space Marines roared out, they were greeted with hundreds of gazes, one of which was particularly fierce.

Then, these unfortunate people saw the Primarch holding the Emperor's Sword in the crowd...

(End of this chapter)