Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 269 Ron: Hey, why did you hit the pony?
Unreal Square.

The dazzling holy light completely suppressed the rampant evil energy.

The aura of that majestic golden figure was as heavy as a mountain. His existence itself was an invisible oppression, filled with ultimate majesty and power.

Because He is...the Emperor!
When Ron saw the Emperor God arriving, he immediately hid behind Him and gave up his seat.

He doesn't need to do anything, just watch and eat melons. I have to say, I really want to crack some melon seeds now...

In this father-son game, Xiao Ma is in danger!

The God-Emperor looked at Magnus in silence.

The whole person is like a suppressed volcano that is about to erupt.

He is angry!
Ron somewhat understood this sentiment.

After all, he had been holding on to his anger towards Xiao Ma for ten thousand years, but had no way to vent it.

Let's imagine.

The naughty kid smashed all the figurines you had saved for your whole life, and then called you Lao Deng and kept jumping in front of you.

But you can't beat him, how frustrating.

It is hard to imagine how frustrating it is to not be able to beat up naughty children. This is the case for parents in some places.

Because local laws do not allow beating children.

They can only hold it in and wait until the weekend or take a taxi with their children to another place overnight, and then start beating them after they pass the checkpoint.

The Divine Emperor's fate was even more tragic.

Magnus's stupidity destroyed His life's work.

Not only that, but He was trapped in the Golden Throne and the Warp, and no matter how powerful He was, He could not move at all.

For thousands of years, He could only watch as that fool continued to harm the empire.

Such a frustrating feeling is unimaginable.

So, when Ron possessed the little sun and asked the God-Emperor to close the door and beat the pony, the golden sun vibrated wildly.

The mood swings are extremely strong.

Then he rushed to this concrete place of faith and soul.

The God-Emperor stepped forward, walking towards Magnus, and his tense muscles could be vaguely seen trembling.

The momentum gradually increased.

Seeing this scene, Magnus... panicked...

The Red King desperately drove the evil energy in an attempt to escape from this concrete space of soul consciousness.

However, he discovered that with the arrival of the false emperor, this concrete space had been completely restricted.

It's over, he can't get out!

Seeing the tall figure approaching him, Magnus held on, his roaring voice trembling:

"False Emperor!
What do you want to do?"

"False Emperor?"

When the Emperor of Gods heard his fallen son address him, he paused.

He looked at Magnus's now ugly appearance with unspeakable sadness.

He recalled the scene of father and son killing each other ten thousand years ago.

Parents and children fell into chaos one after another, betrayed themselves, and plunged the human empire into the abyss.

Horus, Fulgrim, Moritaan, Angron...

What made him most sad and angry was Magnus, the son in front of him, whom he cared about the most.

What on earth caused all this?
Ron couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the God-Emperor who was in grief and gathering strength.

He is good at everything except being a good father.

Huang's early life in Terra Romana was wild, as he was a saint, a painter, a knight, and even a streetwalker.

Of course, that was the recollection of a mysterious being.

It may be a rumor.

But no matter what, this life experience is something that would make the Inquisition want to launch a whirlwind torpedo.

Even though he has such rich life experiences, he is a complete social phobic.

There are actually traces of this kind of personality.

After all, he experienced a tragedy in his childhood. His uncle killed his father, and he killed his uncle.

The shadow of childhood stays with you throughout your life.

Because of his extremely rational thinking and poor verbal expression, the more the Divine Emperor values ​​a child, the more demanding his requirements will be on that child.

Sensibility and rationality coexist.

But this often has the opposite effect. Children often do not feel the father's love, and even think that their father does not care about them at all.

But that was the former God-Emperor.

No one knows how many personalities the current God-Emperor has split into, and one of them might be a chatterbox.

"Father...Father?"

Magnus felt the sadness emanating from that majestic figure, and he couldn't help but grieve as well.

He was once his father's most beloved son.

He even received a strong embrace and psychic teaching from his father, which no other primarch had ever received.

"Father, I didn't do anything wrong. It was fate that forced me into chaos!"

Magnus growled, trying to explain something.

Even up to this moment, the Crimson King has never had any regrets or reflections.

He still thinks he is not wrong.

Hearing this, Ron almost laughed out loud. He still dared to be stubborn at this time. Wasn't he giving a buff to the Emperor of God?
Old father's attack power x2!

Sure enough, Magnus had just finished speaking.

boom--

The rage that the Divine Emperor had suppressed for ten thousand years finally erupted. The scorching flames spread violently, causing the entire space to shake.

"I'm coming!"

Ron was a little excited and watched intently.

Magnus was terrified by the majesty and terrifying aura from his father.

He took a few steps back and flapped his wings violently to escape.

But the next second, a big hand grabbed Magnus Fate's neck tightly!
He struggled and flapped his magic wings hard, but it was of no use.

With the support of the faith of hundreds of billions of believers, the current God-Emperor is even more terrifying than he was ten thousand years ago, especially in terms of soul power.

In this soul realm, even if Tzeentch comes, he will end up being beaten by the psychic power.

"Father, you have no right to treat me like this. I have given everything for you and the empire, but I have not been treated fairly!"

Magnus seemed to beg for mercy, but his attitude remained arrogant.

"Hey, old man, why are you so angry?
Xiao Ma is right. It was he who broke the Webway, leading to you sitting on the Golden Throne and causing the Empire to lose the Webway.

What's the problem..."

Ron, with an attitude that he was doing this for your own good, continued to add fuel to the fire.

I was afraid that the Emperor’s attack wasn’t strong enough.

At the same time, he made a gesture to Magnus who was looking at him with resentment, saying "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

"Demon Eater!!!"

Magnus growled.

However, the next second, he felt the terrifying energy like a volcanic eruption.

The psychic iron fist of fatherly love landed on him with a bang.

This attack distorted the entire space.

what--

Magnus's face was distorted and he let out an extremely shrill scream. The terrifying energy of the flames made him feel heartbroken.

That is a terrifying energy that even the Chaos Gods fear!
Amid the screams, Ron kept persuading:
"Little Pony just wanted to tear a hole in the webway again this time, but he failed. You don't have to be so angry, right?"

Just as he finished his words, Magnus was hit on the face by an even more explosive psychic force weapon.

His fangs flew out and his feet left the ground. He spun two and a half circles in the air before falling to the ground.

"Just wait for me, I will let you experience the most extreme pain!!!" The Crimson King stared at the Demon Eater not far away with extreme resentment.

It's all his fault!!!

Ron looked like he was wronged:
"Hey, hey, hey, you are repaying kindness with enmity. I am doing this for your own good..."

He moved back a little bit to avoid being splashed by the demon blood.

Roar! ! !
Magnus struggled to throw himself forward, but was dragged back by the God-Emperor.

With Ron's constant "kind persuasion", the Red King gained more fatherly love.

His demon wings were torn apart and his chaotic demon body was covered with wounds.

"Demon Eater, please stop trying to persuade me..."

Magnus wailed with a bruised face, the unspeakable pain almost making him mentally collapse.

I can no longer maintain that pride.

"That's right, please stop beating me. What if I beat Xiao Ma into autism and he can't harm the empire anymore?"

Boom——

The Divine Emperor’s momentum became even stronger, and his iron fist of fatherly love launched a series of attacks. The entire space was filled with the brilliance of the psychic power.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
Magnus received more critical hits from his father's love.

Such an attack would not only cause sensory pain to the fallen Primarch, but also bring extreme pain to the soul.

The evil energy in him began to dissipate.

"Do not!!!"

"Father, spare me!"

"I admit I was wrong, please stop this..."

The Red King's defenses completely collapsed. He fell to the ground, crying and begging for mercy from his old father.

However, the Divine Emperor did not stop.

He severely punished this man who had caused him to lose his life's work, endure ten thousand years of torture in the Golden Throne, and now was harming the empire's own son.

That was the anger He had suppressed for ten thousand years!

Every punch he threw contained his anger and disappointment, heartache and helplessness.

This offspring who was once held in high hopes has now become an indelible pain in His heart.

This son is stubborn and self-degrading.

His death...doesn't deserve a pity!
"Father!!!" The wailing, crying, and begging of the Crimson King echoed throughout the space.

"Hiss~ How angry is the Emperor of God? He is even more furious than the time he beat Tzeentch!"

Witnessing this scene of loving father and filial son, Ron couldn't help but shudder, his heart trembling.

He couldn't imagine himself being hit by such a critical strike.

How tragic it would be.

Fortunately, it wasn’t me who got beaten up.

Looking at Magnus who is "enjoying" his father's iron fist and is about to fall into autism.

Ron let out a long breath, and his whole body felt refreshed.

comfortable...

bang——

After being hit by another powerful psychic attack, Magnus screamed in pain, and the body formed by his soul consciousness could no longer bear it.

Completely dissipated in this space.

"What dissipated was part of the pony's soul. We can only cause severe damage to it, but cannot completely eliminate it..."

Ron felt a little sorry.

Fortunately, after this heavy blow, the other party should not be able to cause trouble for me in the short term.

The God-Emperor's extreme beating not only caused Magnus great pain, but also consumed some of his chaotic evil energy.

After the Scarlet King's soul consciousness returns, even if he does not die, his strength will be greatly reduced, and he will most likely fall into autism.

Ron turned to look at the God Emperor.

The tall and golden figure was transparent all over and turned away silently.

At this time, he didn't want to disturb the other party.

He could detect that after this incident, the Divine Emperor had a gloomy, dark aura.

Dissipated a lot.

It seems that the beating was enjoyable...

After the God Emperor left, Ron quickly checked this soul embodiment space to see if there was any problem.

He was worried that some secret would get out.

Fortunately, everything is fine.

It was the scene where Magnus was beaten, part of which was intercepted by his own witchcraft ritual.

The problem is not big.

What surprised Ron even more was that this time he not only got to eat the melon up close, but also reaped the benefits!

Due to the failure of the plan to corrupt the soul consciousness, part of the soul energy of the fallen Primarch Magnus dissipated here.

Those huge and high-quality soul powers were absorbed by this soul land, greatly enhancing the strength of the little sun's soul power.

Ron could clearly feel that his energy intensity had taken another step forward and he was closer to the original body!
Magnus is a good man. I will thank him when I get the chance.

Ron was somewhat emotional.

If only he had the power to pull those corrupted primarchs in here.

Wouldn't it be a huge profit if we let the Emperor of God beat them all up one by one?
After checking again, he left this place of souls.

……

Dream.

Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron stretched himself, opened a bottle of iced beer and drank it comfortably.

The crisis is over.

The struggle in the soul realm is so fast...

He found that only a few seconds had passed from the time his soul was invaded to the time he dealt with the pony.

I don’t know what’s going on over there on the moon?

Magnus suffered heavy damage in the failed invasion, and if he was still on the moon, he might be caught by Guilliman.

This way, you will be completely safe.

This time, I have made a big enemy with Magnus, even if he will not come to seek revenge in the short time.

It would be quite uncomfortable to be remembered by such a warlock king with strange means in the future.

What if Magnus recovers and goes to the Blackrock Webway to cause trouble?

That's trouble.

Ron sighed: "Alas, there are more and more enemies now!"

As his territory expands and the Savior's activities become more frequent, he will inevitably come into conflict with those chaotic forces.

But he was just worried.

After all, Magnus wasn't even in the top three on his list of enemies.

Even in the real universe, he can only be ranked second, with the great plunderer Abaddon ahead of him.

After coming to the bright side of the Empire, Ron discovered that Abaddon had sent a lot of people to look for him.

Fortunately, my identity was not exposed this time, so it’s not a big problem.

We’ll talk about the future in the future. I hope Guilliman can get rid of Magnus now.

Let him have less trouble in the future.

……

Moon.

The ruins of the Tizita Pyramid.

boom--

The huge ritual formation exploded, and the red demon body was severely damaged and fell to the ground.

"Father, please forgive me..."

"I...I don't dare anymore!"

“Wuwuwu, no!!!”

The voice of the Fallen Primarch wailing for mercy resounded, like a child being beaten and crying bitterly.

"father……"

???

Magnus suddenly stopped wailing.

He found something wrong, as if this was no longer a place of souls.

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition came to his mind.

"It must not be what I thought, fate, I beg you, please don't!!!"

The Crimson King's heart was roaring.

He tried to regain his proud posture and slowly raised his head.

Then, he found that... everyone's eyes were focused on him.

There was a brief silence in the air.

Do not! ! !
In an instant, Magnus' heart...died!
At this moment, Guilliman, the Imperial warriors, and the Thousand Sons Legion stared at the fallen Primarch in amazement.

Almost unbelievable.

In the vision before the warriors.

The Red King laughed wildly and activated some huge witchcraft ritual, declaring that he would make the Demon Eater kneel before him and beg like a slave.

Then within a few seconds, the wizard's formation exploded.

The Crimson King knelt on the ground, crying and screaming like a fart spirit whose toes had been stepped on, shouting weird words like "Daddy doesn't want that".

And powerful individuals like Guilliman saw much more through that sorcery ritual.

They saw some blurry fragments.

For example, the Demon Eater, the young but blurry-faced figure wearing golden armor, and the tragic scene of Magnus being beaten by the tall golden figure.

call--

Magnus took a deep breath and cowered away from Guilliman's gaze.

He could no longer face his Primarch brother.

The Red King thought back to his earlier taunting of Guilliman.

Those words were like a boomerang, piercing deep into the heart of the arrogant and corrupt Primarch.

Not long ago, he announced loudly that the demons would crown him and go face to face with the false emperor.

But now, he had lost miserably. Not only had he lost most of his soul power, he had also become extremely weak.

She even begged and cried like a child before Guilliman.

How ridiculous!
No, not just Guilliman, but all the Imperial warriors, his own Thousand Sons Legion.

And many more chaotic beings who are paying attention to this war!
Feeling the gazes coming from everywhere, Magnus suddenly felt that he was a pathetic clown.

When he thought of the sarcasm and ridicule hidden in the hearts of those people, he felt an irrepressible and extremely strong sense of shame.

Magnus dug his hooves into the bedrock, his nails digging into his palms without him noticing.

All this cut deeply into his self-esteem like a knife.

For the vain, arrogant and conceited Red King, facing these things was more difficult for him to accept than death.

He wished this was all just a dream, even if he died on the spot.

Magnus was visibly weakening, losing his energy and spirit. The Red King's heart was dead, completely dead.

He didn't know how to describe and face all this.

If Roan were here, he would be able to point out that the arrogant, self-important fallen primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, the Warlock King, Magnus the Red -

Social death!
Not only the Imperial forces and the Thousand Sons Legion on the battlefield, but also the Chaos Gods, various great demons, other fallen primarchs, and even the Eldar and other forces.

Everyone is paying attention to this war.

Those powerful individuals were able to see through the witchcraft circle the scene of Magnus being hung up and beaten by his old father, crying like a fart spirit whose toes had been stepped on.

Moreover, many people who had bad relations with Magnus also saved the clips.

Then spread it everywhere.

When you encounter Magnus in the future, you can play it out in real time and deal a critical hit to him.

This is... social death in all directions and without blind spots throughout the entire galaxy!
Tick.

Thinking of all this, Magnus lost his previous noble demeanor and fell into autism.

His lips trembled, and he slowly closed his single eye, with a tear sliding down the corner of his eye...

(End of this chapter)