Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 255: Taking Advantage of Old Ji

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The blood shadow on the throne suddenly exploded, and several blood whips lashed down fiercely.

The whip carrying the Blood God's wrath left deep scars on Kabanha's body that were visible to the bone.

The violent energy contained in it continues to tear the wounds, causing extreme torture to the person being whipped.

The Khorne Daemons in the hall trembled in fear when they saw this scene.

The Blood God's scourge was an extremely terrifying punishment for the great demons. Those being punished would wail and even beg for mercy.

However, the tall figure in the hall endured the whipping, holding his head high and chest out without saying a word.

"Blood God, this is a true warrior!"

The Khorne demons couldn't help but admire Kabanha as he resisted the whipping.

In fact, Kabanha was also very scared when the blood whip hit him.

After all, the legendary Blood God's Whipping is extremely terrifying, and all the demons who have endured it are in excruciating pain.

It was an unbearable nightmare.

Huh? ? ?
But when the blood whip hit his body, Kabanha found that it didn't seem that scary.

Even if the force is increased, he can bear it.

"Compared to the pain caused by the cursed energy, whipping is still a bit worse..."

Kabanha thought silently in his heart, holding back the unbearable pain.

The great Kabanhalin could withstand the burning of the holy sun, so why would he be afraid of a little whipping?
Now, except for the cursed and the despicable demon-eater, he is not afraid of anyone, not even the Blood God on the throne!
Kabanha gritted his teeth and tried his best not to make any sound. At this moment, he could not wail like those cowardly demons.

He... the chief demon Kabanha, will never admit defeat!
Kabanha lowered his head slightly to avoid letting others see his face which was distorted by pain.

He took a deep breath and said in a loud voice:
"Great Blood God, I was ambushed by the despicable and cunning Demon Devourer and failed to achieve a better result. I am willing to accept the punishment!"

After saying this, he silently endured the whipping.

Kabanha was struck by 88 bloody whips full of murderous power, and his body was covered with torn wounds.

"Is this the end?"

With only half his life left, he felt his body relax, but this was not enough, not enough to show his bravery!

He could feel that even if 88 more blood whips came, they would not be able to kill him.

This... is far from the limit of his chief demon Kabanha!
Kabanha suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the Blood God:
"Great Blood God, I have fully accepted the punishment you have bestowed upon me. I beg you to grant me another 88 blood whips so that I will remember this defeat.

That is not only a punishment, but also a spur. I swear to you that one day, I will cut off the head of the Demon Devourer and offer it to the Skull Seat!"

As he said this, his heart skipped a beat and he silently prayed that he would not encounter the Demon Eater again.

As soon as these words were spoken, the demons were in an uproar, and even the blood shadow on the throne shook slightly.

???

The Khorne Demons couldn't help but gasp. Is there such a request?

88 blood whips are already terrifying enough, and a powerful demon with poor endurance might even be beaten to death on the spot.

If it happens again, even the chief demon will find it hard to bear, right?

Moreover, this was the first time they had heard of someone actively asking for punishment from the Blood God.

But it must be said that Kabanha has no other advantages except that he is stubborn and can take a beating.

What the demons didn't know was that after being ravaged by the energy of the cursed one, his ability to withstand it became stronger.

"Kabanha, remember your oath!"

Khorne was silent for a while and finally spoke. He raised his hand slightly and bestowed another 88 bloody whips.

This chief demon indeed impressed him.

Khorne even had a little concern that the next flogging would directly kill Kabanha.

But He still gave the chief demon respect and sentenced him to a whipping.

Kabanha held his body firm and continued to be tortured.

The energy created by 88 lashes set off bloody flames in the hall.

The violent waves were enough to tear apart the mountains, and even outside the Brass Fortress, one could feel its horror.

In the hall, Angras stared at Kabanha who continued to be tortured, and was impressed by the chief demon's fearless courage.

He originally thought that Kabanha exaggerated the power of the Demon Eater.

However, this is not the case. Rather than exaggerating, Cabanha was reserved.

The power of the Demon Eater is far more terrifying than the demons imagined.

The two Khorne Daemons who went on the expedition with Kabanha were not much weaker than him in strength.

However, they were all reduced to ashes by the burning energy of the cursed one.

That meant that the big demons present, including himself, might not survive if they were attacked like that.

But Kabanha survived!

In fact, the demons believed that the punishment previously imposed by the Blood God was severe enough.

The defeat in this war was not Kabanha's responsibility.

After all, Kabanha was facing the Demon Eater, or more precisely, he was facing the Cursed!
The demons are well aware of the terrifying power of the cursed.

Khorne also understood this well, after all, he had witnessed the tragic plight of that cunning and fickle man.

That is why He did not impose a more severe punishment on Kabanha.

As Kabanha was whipped, his aura became more and more impressive.

He was defeated and punished, but these are all symbols of glory!
After all, he, Kabanha, is one of only two people in the galaxy who can endure the burning of the energy of the cursed and still survive.

The other is the Blood God’s mortal enemy—the Lord of Change!
Moreover, he was burned by the cursed energy not once, but twice.

Although defeated, it is still glorious.

win!
What's more, according to the latest information, a great demon from the Lord of Change has also gone to Macragge.

Want to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

But after the big demon's eyes were burned by the energy ball of the cursed one, he fled without a fight.

In this comparison, Kabanha not only withstood the attack of the cursed one's energy, but also died heroically.

Win in win!
After 88 blood whips, the Blood God let the dying chief demon go back to recover from his injuries.

Although Kabanha was seriously injured, he remained undeterred and turned around to look down upon the demons.

He went crazy!
At this moment, this chief demon looked at everyone as if they were a target of betrayal.

Kabanha struggled to walk out of the hall, and the demons retreated one after another, making way for him.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the demons, he slowly walked out of the hall.

His huge figure, like an indomitable warrior, is deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone who watched him.

After the Battle of Macragge, the Demon Eaters became a completely feared existence in the Warp.

The only powerful demon who had fought bloody battles with it several times, Kabanha, also left a great reputation.

In the brass hall, Blood Shadow was silent.

The return of the Primarch and the increasingly powerful Favored Ones of the Damned have brought new changes to the situation in the Warp and the Galaxy.

They have influenced the spread of killing and must be executed.

Plans to deal with the Primarch are already underway.

Even more troublesome is the Demon Eater, whose essence is under the protection of the Cursed.

Only by finding his true identity in the real universe can he be destroyed.

He has decided that once the trace of the Demon Eater is found, he will give Kabanha more powerful power and order him to eliminate it.

As the Blood God, His patience is limited.

That would be Cabanha’s last chance.

He was even ready to take action himself, even if it would cost a huge price.

……

Macragge.

Chapter Master's Sanctuary.

Roboute Guilliman sat back down on his throne with a heavy sigh.

A moment ago, he had dismissed all his attendants and advisors, and even the Ultramarines were ordered to wait outside.

Finally, after a sigh of relief.

The Primarch removed his mask of determination, revealing a trace of sadness and pain.

Not long ago, he talked one by one with the Living Saint, the Great Sage, Evelan and others, as well as the commanders of the Extreme Warriors.

During this period, Guilliman used every bit of friendliness and cunning of a politician to create a friendly atmosphere and extract more information from the other party.

At the same time, he perfectly concealed his emotional fluctuations caused by those words.

Although he remained calm, every reply was like a cannonball hitting his chest.

The current state of the Imperium weighed heavily on the Primarch.

Confusion and fear made him unable to breathe, and grief and pain made him unable to control himself. On the throne, Guilliman covered his face and groaned, and the Armor of Destiny emitted an unbearable hum due to this action.

Ten thousand years have passed.

But in his feeling, he just slept and woke up the next day.

Then the empire fell.

"Look at them, what they have become, we are the same, blind, ignorant, depraved.

All of this is done in the name of a god..."

Guilliman let out a long sigh: "What's even more ironic is that the 'God' hates this title!"

Guilliman rose from his throne and paced the sanctum.

His eyes swept over the collection in the sanctuary.

On the walls hung battle flags, each as tall as an Imperial Knight, their carefully woven fabrics depicting the glorious exploits of the Ultramarines.

Slay aliens, execute heretics, save worlds, and destroy planets.

The scene depicted on the banner shows the past glory of the Chapter, and the Imperial Eagle and coat of arms are clearly visible on it.

Guilliman looked towards the other wall and saw something extremely familiar.

Enshrined in front of him was the Codex Astartes, which he had written himself and is still in use today.

Then he fell into deep silence.

The Primarch felt that he had done something extremely stupid and was ashamed of it.

How about burning it?
After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't do it.

The Primarch continued to walk forward until he reached the end of the sanctuary.

There, he saw a hanging holy image, in which was a being shrouded in halo and sitting on a throne - the Emperor.

"We failed, Father!"

Guilliman's words were filled with exhaustion and sorrow: "You have failed your sons, and we have failed you.

Our arrogance and vanity have created our present empire, and we have failed humanity...

Didn't Horus claim that you intended to become a god, and used that as an excuse to start a rebellion?

And now the empire's decline will not bring him ridicule?"

Rage surged through the Primarch's heart, and for a moment he wanted to smash all these ridiculous things to pieces.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare.

Otherwise, the unfamiliar faces in the regiment would see through his disguise.

Guilliman was painfully aware that he had become the last banner of the Empire and that humanity had entered a dark and desperate era.

The only thing he can do is to show his indestructible strength at all times and give strength to the human soul.

Let humanity rekindle.

The Primarch gazed through the stained-glass windows at the war-torn Hera Fortress, where engineering teams were busy repairing the damage caused by the war.

The Ultramarines proudly manned the city walls.

They are the children of this dark age, and their lives have known nothing but hardship, suffering, and endless war.

Despite this, they still fought unyieldingly.

Looking at these children, Guilliman murmured: "There is still hope..."

He had witnessed the endless potential of mankind, and now he learned that the Great Sage's research institute had developed even more powerful warriors.

All this made him firmly believe that the empire still had hope of being reborn from the ashes.

"All this suffering should not be the fate of mankind. Humanity has done nothing wrong."

Guilliman's tone was filled with anger: "The culprits are those Chaos children and traitors who betrayed humanity. They should bear the wrath of humanity!"

He locked all his sadness and despair deep in his heart, and a new emotion quietly grew, that is - the rage of justice!
A powerful weapon.

The Primarch strengthened his faith.

He will wage a war of vengeance until every enemy who has ravaged his empire pays for their sins!

This is not an easy task and he needs more help.

Soon, Guilliman summoned the Archsage, Saint Celestine and others, and brought them into his revenge team.

He thought of the Demon Eater again, the being who could use mysterious energy.

Although the living saint claimed that it was the divine power belonging to his father.

But Guilliman was skeptical. He could not accept that his father was a true god.

What a joke that would be.

Guilliman had some doubts as to whether the Demon Eater was his father's other son, the two lost Primarchs.

He thought about it and gave up the idea.

Because he did not sense the aura of the original body from the other party.

Guilliman called in Calgar and issued new orders, asking the Ultramarines to search for the trace of the Demon Eater.

At the same time, he learned from Calga that the Demon Eater's army took advantage of the chaos to steal a lot of things.

Including the precious weapons in the Sword Hall.

Guilliman was not too angry about this.

Although the actions of the demon-eater were somewhat unorthodox, they could be corrected.

Just like a rebellious child, a good beating will always bring him back to the right path.

The Primarch has decided that once he finds the trace of the Demon Eater, he will personally go and "capture" him back...
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Inside the network.

A sneeze!

Ron sneezed several times in succession: "Who is thinking about me? It can't be an enemy, right?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

The great savior was a little panicked.

Theoretically speaking, there should be quite a lot of people who care about him.

Not long ago, he launched a "nuclear bomb" at the Chaos Space Marines and Khorne Daemons in Macragge.

It was fun, but it offended two big bosses in the galaxy - the Chaos God Khorne and the Great Plunderer Abaddon.

Now, he no longer has the large sacred urn bomb in his hand and is in a relatively weak stage.

If they find you at your doorstep, you’ll be done for.

In fact, Khorne is not that bad. That guy cannot easily appear in the real universe, and those demons also need rituals to descend.

At least it is preventable and controllable, so just pay attention to clearing the erosion of chaos.

But Abaddon is in the real universe and has hundreds of thousands of Chaos Space Marines under his command.

It’s easy to sweep through the Gori star zone.

Of course, he went out wearing a vest this time and was hiding in the dark side of the empire, so it shouldn't be that easy to find him.

But this doesn't mean that you are safe.

Ron could feel that with the resurgence of Guilliman, the warp had become a mess.

The Great Rift began to expand, and the real universe was further torn apart.

That means there will be more wars in the future, and the offensives of aliens and heretics will be more fierce.

Countless worlds will fall in darkness, without waiting for the arrival of light.

This time out, Ron saw the differences between star regions.

Those large war weapons, such as Titans, Dreadnoughts, Terminator armor, melta weapons, etc.

He drooled at the sight.

The current strength of the Goli Sector is still too weak.

If the territory faced the same crisis that Ultramar encountered this time, it would be destroyed in an instant.

Even if he had the Holy Urn Bomb, it would be useless because the enemy was attacking all the planets at the same time.

He simply couldn't solve it.

When those planets are destroyed one by one, the humans on the planets will be corrupted or die and can no longer provide new power of faith.

Then his role as savior would have come to an end.

Therefore, Ron must develop the star zone, train more powerful warriors, and create more war weapons.

Only then can you have the power to protect yourself!
Unfortunately, the territory currently lacks the technology to produce high-level war weapons and equipment.

Fortunately, the battle of Macragge was not without gain.

Ron asked the heavy-armored chicken thieves and the greenskins to pick up a few things.

I've spent a lot of money for Lao Ji. I guess Lao Ji won't blame me if I take advantage of him a little bit, right?
Ron came in front of the heavy-armored chicken thieves and the greenskins:

"One by one, quickly hand over your spoils and see if there are any good things!"

(End of this chapter)