Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 266 Magnus: Everything is going as planned!

The desolate surface of the moon.

Scattered rays of light spears fell, leaving large holes on the ground.

boom--

The huge warship was burning with flames, tilted and crashed into the ground, exploding with huge flames.

in space.

More explosions occurred, like brilliant fireworks.

The fleets of the Pilgrim's Expedition and the Thousand Sons Chaos Warband frantically poured fire upon each other.

Light spears, torpedoes, and macro cannons filled almost all the space.

However, it can be seen that the Pilgrim Expedition is at a disadvantage and is losing ground, with more and more Thousand Sons warships leaping out of the void.

Macragge's Glory.

Bridge.

Guilliman looked at the fierce battlefield with a frown on his face.

There was no doubt that this was the Thousand Sons army that had been carefully prepared and ambushed by his fallen brother Magnus.

All the clues and events so far have gathered into an interlocking chain in the Primarch's mind.

Magnus set a trap to pull the expedition into the Maelstrom, not to destroy them, but to weaken them.

The Red King chose a long-planned route for the returning Thirteenth Son of the Emperor and knew how things would turn out.

The Pilgrim Crusade would be attacked by Chaos and Guilliman would be taken prisoner, even knowing that he would be rescued and brought to Holy Terra via the Webway.

And the Crimson King has been waiting for this moment.

He was able to use the Webway to invade Holy Terra and severely damage the core of the empire.

It was an irresistible conspiracy. Even if Guilliman knew it, he had to continue along the established route.

Otherwise, he will be overwhelmed by more and more Chaos pursuers.

Fortunately, things have changed subtly.

With the help of the Shadow Walkers, the expeditionary force moved the battlefield to the moon through another more secret webway passage.

The situation can be salvaged.

Now, the expeditionary fleet only needs to hold the line and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Guilliman stared at the holographic map, his hands constantly operating on the tactical sphere, so fast that only the afterimage could be seen.

As he operated, schematic diagrams and divination data continued to flash across the holographic projection at high speed.

Guilliman absorbed massive amounts of data, extracted the information he needed, and restored the true situation on the battlefield.

This is a complex calculation that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Fortunately, the Primarch was able to withstand these complex data calculations and arrangements, and his brain was comparable to the Thinker Array.

Suddenly, Guilliman stopped.

He pointed to a point in the projection, which represented a battleship.

there.

A void shield flickered, its energy systems misfiring.

That's a weakness.

Guilliman immediately issued an order through the command system: "Fifth Battle Group, ninety degrees to starboard, fill the gap in the defense line!"

Soon after the order was issued.

On the space battlefield, a cruiser's void shield failed and it was hit by concentrated fire from the enemy.

The cruiser's hull was torn apart by the fierce artillery fire and fell downward under the pull of the moon's gravity.

The fall of the cruiser triggered a series of reactions, and the remaining warships gradually could not withstand the increasingly fierce artillery fire.

The defense line here shows signs of collapse!
Fortunately, the Fifth Battle Group arrived in time, filled the gap, and regained the defense line.

Guilliman was relieved to receive the news.

Hold on for now.

But the enemy outnumbers us, and without reinforcements we won’t be able to hold our defense line for long.

"Where are the reinforcements from Holy Terra? When will they arrive?"

The communications officer immediately reported: "Sir, they are still gathering. The exact time of arrival is unknown..."

"How stupid can those incompetent guys be?"

Guilliman was annoyed.

He had anticipated the slow decay of the Holy Terra Institution, but his reaction was slow.

It still far exceeded expectations.

If it had been during the Great Crusade, the Empire's support would have arrived and engaged the enemy long ago.

The Primarch's rage caused the command room to fall silent.

Suddenly, the communications officer said in surprise:

"My lord, reinforcements have arrived.

According to the communication sent by the other party, they are the fleet of the Gowendi family of the Imperial Blood Merchants.

After they discovered signs of war, they immediately came to support us!"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman immediately mobilized the tactical sphere and found that a fleet had just entered the edge of the battlefield.

It was a small fleet, consisting of a cruiser and two frigates.

Such a configuration is considered very good in the team of wandering merchants.

It seems to be reinforcements.

After all, Rogue Traders often roam the battlefields, selling ammunition and other supplies to the Imperial Army.

Sometimes, they would be hired and join the battlefield directly.

Guilliman retrieved more information, and the reconnaissance image of the fleet appeared on the holographic projection.

He looked at the striking family emblem on the ship - a golden pirate skull adorned with an Imperial Sky Eagle.

"The Emperor's Blood Merchants, the Gowendi Family?"

Guilliman searched his memories and found that most of the Emperor's Blood Merchants originated ten thousand years ago.

If the other party is a genuine Emperor Blood Merchant, he should have an impression of it.

In an instant, he found the information he wanted. In his memory, there was indeed such an Imperial Blood Merchant Family called "Gowendi".

After obtaining a merchant license from their father, the Govendi family went to the frontier of the empire to open up new land.

"Put Govindi's communication in!"

Guilliman commanded.

Although it is only a small fleet, the situation is urgent now and every bit of strength must be used.

"Ah~ the great and merciful emperor..."

The moment the holographic projection communication came in, the entire command hall was filled with praises to the Emperor, so sacred and inspiring.

The commanders couldn't help but listen.

This is an old problem of the Savior Faction. They have to use the hymn projector to play some background music before the battle.

Regardless of whether you can win or not, at least you cannot lose in terms of momentum and loyalty.

After a few seconds, the hymn faded into the background.

Shahim's half-body projection appeared in the hall. He was quite excited to meet the legendary figure.

He read out the planned lines:

“Sir, I am Shahim, the heir of the Govindi family. On behalf of the Govindi family, I pay you the highest respect!
We come with loyalty to the Emperor, ready to fight for Holy Terra, willing to sacrifice everything.

Please tell us how we can contribute to this just war!"

Looking at the high-spirited Shahim, Guilliman was quite moved. It had been a long time since he had seen such a passionate and loyal Rogue Trader.

In his impression, Rogue Traders are greedy and calculating, wandering in the gray area and acting lawless.

When the war is at a stalemate, they will even raise the price and sell ammunition at several times the price.

As for sacrificing everything for the Emperor?
Totally impossible!
In Guilliman's subconscious, he felt that this young man named Shasim was someone worth winning over.

After all, there are still many places where the Emperor Blood Merchants can play a role.

There are not many imperial blood merchant families left in the entire empire today.

Guilliman smiled slightly and said, "Sir Shahim, your loyalty and courage are admirable. The Empire needs you to do business like this.

We welcome you to join us and look forward to you showing your abilities in battle!"

After a brief compliment, the Primarch incorporated the Govendi family's fleet into the command system of this war.

He then deployed the fleet to a safer location where the enemy's attacks were less intense.

After all, it was just a small fleet, and it was enough to withstand some minor pressure.

If they were deployed to the core of the battlefield, these merchant ships would probably be torn apart quickly, affecting the situation on the defense line.

What's more, he didn't want a loyal and brave heir of the Emperor Blood Family to die so easily on the battlefield.

Soon, Guilliman put the matter behind him and focused on command.

……

Moon battlefield.

Govindi, bridge.

Shahim just contacted the Savior, and the response he got was:

Xiaosha, you are the commander of the merchant fleet now, and it’s time for you to grow freely. Just do whatever you want!
Shahim finally understood why his colleagues said that the Savior liked to delegate power and let others do things.

He probably really doesn't want to care.

Shahim rubbed his hands excitedly: "After studying in the Naval Academy for so many years, I finally have the opportunity to step onto the battlefield and become a real commander!"

Although it was the first time for me to step into such a fierce and vast battlefield as a commander.

But he was familiar with it all.

After all, in the Naval Academy, they used Xiaoling's psychic network to conduct many years of war simulation training.

And they are all classic battles that can be found.

Shahim looked at the holographic projection sand table, on which information such as enemy ships and firepower were marked.

At the same time, information that requires special attention is specially marked.

Specifically, it includes the void shield energy percentage, the speed of the missile, the location that may be hit, etc.

All of this is performed by semi-intelligent programs without the need for excessive human intervention.

It is up to the commander to make the final judgment.

The combat mission of Shahim's fleet was simple, which was to resist the attack of the cruiser in front.

After all, the Primarch didn't expect much from them.

Boom boom boom—the hull shook slightly as the Thousand Sons Chaos battleship's artillery fire hit the battleship's void shield.

Fortunately, the Govendi had double void shields, and these attacks did not cause much damage.

Soon, Shahim ordered the fleet to counterattack.

More than a dozen dazzling beams of light spears shot out, hitting the enemy cruiser's void shield and causing it to shake violently.

With just one round of attack, a quarter of the enemy cruiser's void shield was destroyed.

Even destroyed two enemy frigates.

"That damn merchant ship is equipped with relic-level weapons!"

The commander of the Thousand Sons Chaos battleship was furious.

However, before the commander could react, he discovered that the merchant ship had begun to accumulate energy again.

It's so fast!
Inside the bridge of the Govindi.

"The ship on the other side is not okay..."

Shahim curled his lips. That Chaos battleship was much weaker than he had imagined, even weaker than the enemies he had encountered during training at the Naval Academy.

After all, the Naval Academy's training system will simulate battlefields under various extreme conditions and madly enhance the enemy's strength.

Of course, in most cases, the trainees won’t be able to hold on for too long, but they can also gain more command experience.

Now, his ship, the Govendi, has a stronger void shield and energy system, which can better unleash the power of the relic-level shipborne weapon, the Star Spear.

It is more than enough to deal with the poorly maintained warships in the Chaos fleet.

"Concentrate your fire and destroy it!"

Shahim had no chance to use any tactics at all, he simply crushed the opponent with his strength!
……

Macragge's Glory.

Bridge command hall.

"Ok?"

Guilliman, who was concentrating on commanding, discovered something unusual on the edge of the battlefield.

The Govendi family’s fleet destroyed its opponents so quickly?
He retrieved the information and found the answer.

That merchant ship was equipped with many relic-level weapons and even used some alien technology!

Guilliman had no objection to this.

After all, Rogue Traders like to use a lot of ancient equipment and alien technology to modify ships.

The fact that the Govendi family possesses so many relics and alien technology is enough to prove their strength.

Such a good boat is exactly what he needs now.

Guilliman immediately moved the Govendi family's fleet to the central area of ​​the battlefield to deal with more enemies.

To relieve the pressure on the defense line.

Sure enough, after the arrival of the fleet, the pressure on the left wing of the battlefield was greatly reduced.

He could sense that the boy named Shahim possessed rich command skills.

Like a battle-hardened commander.

Perhaps only the Dixue Merchants, which has a long history, can cultivate such an outstanding successor.

The pressure on the defense line was reduced, but Guilliman was still worried:

"I hope that the reinforcements from Holy Terra can arrive soon to prevent the situation from completely deteriorating..."

He estimated that the defense could hold out for another half an hour at most.

Fortunately, this is the moon, not far from Holy Terra, even if the commander of the reinforcements is a complete idiot.

They should all be able to make it here.

Guilliman is eager to end this war as soon as possible. The longer it drags on, the greater the risk!

He feared that Magnus was plotting something more terrible.

Rumble.

The violent space vibration attracted everyone's attention.

In the void, a huge Tizca pyramid appeared, slightly larger than the battleship.

It is a product of ancient witchcraft and Magnus's mount.

Boom!

The Tizca Pyramid landed on the moon's surface, raising a cloud of sand and rocks that blocked out the sun.

The waves surged violently, and the wind was as strong as a wave!
bang——

A pulse of pure fel energy shot to the ground.

The dark energy gathered at an astonishing speed, condensing into a terrifying vortex of evil flames.

Suddenly, even the Space Marines of the expeditionary force felt an indescribable fear—

——Carrying a supernatural sense of oppression, a giant beast stepped onto the surface of the moon.

With ferocious giant horns and wings on his back, Red Magnus exudes a terrifying aura to everyone!

He raised his head slightly, looked up into the void, and revealed a ferocious smile.

In the command hall of Macragge's Glory, an aura of terror began to spread, and a projection of the Fallen Thousand Sons Primarch appeared.

Even though it was just a virtual image, everyone's hearts felt as if they were being gripped by something and almost stopped beating.

The moment he saw Magnus, Guilliman realized that the situation had taken a turn for the worse.

The moment of decisive battle has arrived.

He must stop Magnus once and for all before he does something even more terrible!
boom--

The Macragge's Glory poured all its firepower into the Tizca Pyramid, but it was blocked by the sorcerous light shield surrounding it.

It is impossible to break it in a short period of time.

Soon, the Macragge's Glory stopped attacking and continued to defend the line.

It was just an attempt.

Their Primarch has gone to fight the Red King!
Under the cover of the fleet, Guilliman led the Space Marines and heavy armored troops to the surface of the moon.

Breaking into the witchcraft light shield.

Magnus stood there alone, quietly awaiting the arrival of Guilliman and his army, without any fear.

As Guilliman and the expeditionary force approached, he finally took action.

The Daemon Primarch, the Red King, uttered only one note, and three Ultramarines' Dreadnoughts disintegrated;
He raised his hand and pointed from a distance, and the Land Raider heavy tank took off into the air, passing by like a cannonball, plowing a bloody path through the Skitarii camp;
With the waving of the Wandering Blade Staff, the curtain between reality and the warp was easily torn apart, and a large group of demons poured out and pounced on the expeditionary force.

This is the terrifying thing about powerful wizards.

"Magnus, face me!"

Guilliman wielded the Emperor's Sword to sweep away the surrounding demons, roaring and rushing towards the Red King.

"As you wish, Robert."

Magnus laughed.

He glanced at Guilliman as he charged towards him, his expression teasing, "I am right here, for real. But I don't remember you being so... short."

"Even after ten thousand years, you still haven't learned to control your arrogance..."

Guilliman threw down a demon head and stood before Magnus.

His heroic face was stern as he stared at the completely corrupted and demonic Primarch brother: "You have indeed grown taller, but you have become uglier. Are you having a hard time?"

Magnus sneered: "You are always short-sighted and overestimate your own abilities, and this is why you will never be as good as me. Take a look--"

He raised his Wandering Blade and showed Guilliman the Chaos energy swirling around it.

"This is real power!"

"I only saw your cowardice and humility!"

Guilliman shook his head sadly: "Is this why you have fallen into depravity and shamelessly knelt before the monster who proclaimed himself a god?
If my father saw all this..."

"That false emperor...he can't see it anymore!"

Magnus seemed enraged, and he roared:

“Do you know why I let you come here? Because you will face the most tragic fate here.

I want you to watch with your own eyes as the empire of that false emperor and everything you cherish is reduced to ashes!"

Magnus laughed wildly.

Although he became a slave of Chaos, he gained even more powerful psychic powers.

Become the true king of witchcraft!

He could even touch the mysterious power called "fate", predict how things would develop, and respond accordingly.

Not long ago, Magnus found a new path for his destiny and changed his plans.

He prepared a greater "gift" for Guilliman and Holy Terra.

Now, he could foresee Guilliman's tragic fate with certainty, here and now!

Magnus clenched his Wandering Blade Staff and slammed it shut, causing countless witchcraft runes to appear on the ground.

hum~
The Tizca Pyramid behind him suddenly started up, and the vibrations in space became more and more violent.

Magnus seemed to be stating a fact: "Holy Terra will be destroyed today. This is a predetermined fate!"

As the Tizca Pyramid was activated, Guilliman's heart was pounding, and he felt a sense of crisis he had never felt before.

What exactly does Magnus want to do?
However, the screaming voice of Shadow Walker in the communicator gave him the answer.

The Webway Barrier is under attack!
The fallen Primarch actually wanted to use the sorcery device on the Zika Pyramid to tear a new Webway crack on the moon.

Moreover, the Crimson King has experience in creating cracks, so the chances of success are very high.

If a Webway crack is formed, the Chaos Demons of the Warp will be able to pour in unbridled, and Holy Terra will usher in the end!
"Magnus!"

Guilliman's eyes reflected a raging rage as he raised the Emperor's Sword high and slashed at the Daemon Primarch.

Magnus' pupils shrank as he felt the terrible flames on the Emperor's Sword, which would cause him irreparable damage.

"Unfortunately, you have fallen into my trap!"

The corners of Magnus' mouth twitched slightly, and within the coverage of the Zika Pyramid, his witchcraft energy was unstoppable!
The spell that suddenly appeared on the ground temporarily restrained the Primarch's steps.

Then he raised his hand and clenched it, pulling hundreds of tons of scrap steel from the nearby wreckage.

boom--

The huge amount of scrap steel was like a powerful artillery shell, crashing into Guilliman and into a crater several kilometers away.

The light of the Tizca Pyramid became brighter, and the webway shook more violently.

Witnessing what happened to the Primarch, the warriors besieged by demons gradually fell into despair.

"What a wonderful fear..." Magnus enjoyed it all.

Now, no one can stop him.

Everything is going as planned!
(End of this chapter)