Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 270 Guilliman: Why doesn’t my father help me?
Regret, shame, unspeakable humiliation.

Magnus couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the tall golden figure and the disgusting appearance of the Demon Eater.

In the world of Warhammer, this level of humiliation is the ultimate, let alone for the vain and arrogant Red King.

This is unacceptable for any warrior with any dignity.

After all, they can kill each other to the death just to see who is stronger or weaker, not to mention this ultimate social death on a galaxy-wide level.

There are still records, and they will be brought out repeatedly to humiliate people.

Unless you are a slave of Slaanesh and like to play the shameful paly game.

Some people are still alive, but they are already dead.

Magnus knelt there, having lost all will to fight, no desire to resist.

He just stared blankly at Guilliman walking up to him.

The Crimson King no longer planned to do anything. He had lost most of his soul power and became extremely weak.

They are no match for the primarch brothers in front of them.

After such a severe blow, he didn't even have the desire to escape.

A golden flame flashed by.

Phew——

The Emperor's sword pierced his heart.

"It hurts, but it's much more comfortable than my father's attack..." This thought flashed through Magnus' mind in an instant.

He clearly felt that his life was being devoured by the golden flames flowing on the Emperor's Sword.

On the eve of his death, he just felt relieved that he finally didn't have to face all this...

Guilliman thrust the Emperor's sword forward, causing it to penetrate deeper into the earth.

At this moment, the sword in his hand became extremely heavy.

After all, it is not a pleasant thing to end the life of a Primarch brother with one's own hands.

"Magnus..."

Guilliman's face was heavy, and he couldn't help but utter a few words before leaving.

However, this scene gave a different feeling to Magnus, who suffered from severe PTSD.

His one eye suddenly widened.

In the eyes of the Red King, Guilliman's image became clearer and sharper, with the contempt on his face and the hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

It was like the victor's ruthless mockery of the loser.

He believed that the other party wanted to humiliate him once more before ending his own life.

There are even mean guys recording it!

Do not! ! !
Damn Robert, at the last moment of his life, does he still want to use his dirty tongue to defile my remaining dignity?

I dare not even think about what terrible things that guy will say.

I absolutely cannot end up facing Robert's sarcastic ridicule!
In this way, his death will become an eternal laughing stock in the galaxy and will be mentioned constantly.

Ow! ! !
Magnus fought back desperately, unleashing all the power of Chaos, causing a violent, uncontrolled explosion.

The violent impact of the shock wave sent the two Primarchs flying in opposite directions.

The smoke cleared.

Guilliman climbed up and saw the fallen Primarch lying at the gate of the Webway. His heart skipped a beat:
"Oh no, Magnus is going to escape!"

boom!
The bedrock is sunken and cracked.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines suddenly leaped up, drew a trajectory in mid-air, and used all his strength to swing the Emperor's Sword towards the Red King.

At the entrance of the webway, Magnus climbed up and picked up the Wandering Blade Staff on the ground with difficulty.

“罗伯特… … ”

He stood up straight, resumed his proud posture, and looked resolutely at the Emperor's Sword that was attacking again.

Even though the webway was within reach, he had no desire to escape back.

What if he ran back? He would be ridiculed and he wouldn't even know how to face his own offspring.

Whenever he saw those people, he would recall the ugly scene of himself being beaten by his father and crying like a fart.

This has been an eternal pain in his heart.

The runes of the wizard's ritual lit up, and the space at the webway became chaotic.

Phew!

Following the ritual, the Red King stabbed the Wandering Blade Staff into his own body, and his life faded away.

The space was instantly distorted.

It was as if a pair of huge hands reached out from the turbulence of the subspace and pulled him in.

Magnus chose to use witchcraft rituals to exile himself!
Looking at the gazes cast at him, a thought flashed through his mind: What a shame, this universe... I can't stay here anymore!

whoosh-

The moment the Emperor's Sword slashed down, the red demon body disappeared and entered an endless lost dimension.

Magnus, who was completely socially dead, chose to run away and hide in the Lost Dimension where no one could find him...

……

Wizard Star.

The wizards and warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion were surprised to find that they could no longer sense the Primarch's presence.

For a moment, the entire legion fell into chaos and grief.

at the same time.

The Chaos Gods, various Great Demons and Fallen Primarchs who were watching the fun could not find any trace of Magnus.

Some of them exist to be regretted.

They were also planning to wait for Magnus to return in disgrace before going to his house to mock him.

When the fallen primarchs saw the miserable state of their fallen brother, they laughed at him but at the same time they could not help but feel deeply afraid of their old father.

Fortunately, it wasn't me who bumped into His hand.

Fortunately, the cursed one, the false emperor, is bound to the Golden Throne, so just be careful.

He can do nothing to Himself.

subspace.

Time here is always in a state of confusion.

I don’t know how long it took.

Somewhere in turbulent area.

A beam of consciousness from Carlos, the chief demon of Tzeentch and the weaver of fate, came here. He followed the faint line of cause and effect and found a dark physical area.

He was here to see Magnus.

This causal line was found by him and dozens of Tzeentch demons, and they can be sure that the other party is hiding here.

Carlos gathered his consciousness and became serious.

By now, the footage of the Red King being brutally beaten by the Cursed has spread throughout the Warp.

He also watched it many times. The scene was very funny and impressive.

But he could not show any sarcasm or smile in front of Magnus, not even in his mind.

Otherwise, you will be discovered by the other party immediately.

The plan to invite the Red King back will fail.

After all, the current Tzeentch camp cannot afford to lose such an important person.

But thinking is so magical. The harder you try not to think about something, the deeper the impression of that thing will be.

For example, people cannot drive the polar bear out of their minds. The more they tell themselves “don’t think about the polar bear,” the clearer the image of the polar bear becomes.

Carlos tried hard to forget the fragment about Magnus, but the fragment became clearer and played in his mind.

His consciousness trembled slightly, and a smile overflowed.

Fortunately, he controlled it in time.

He is the Lord of Change, who can perfectly manipulate consciousness and create lies. No matter what happens, he will never laugh!

Carlos tried his best to erase that scene from his mind and regain his composure.

After making sure that his consciousness was completely stable, he slowly entered the dark entity area.

Then, Carlos saw the Crimson King squatting in the corner, covered with some kind of fur.

“What a shame…”

At this moment, Magnus was talking to himself. He squatted in this deserted corner, sobbing slightly occasionally.

The tremendous trauma caused him to become autistic, and whenever he thought of that scene, he felt overwhelmed with remorse and shame.

Seeing this scene, the erased fragments in Carlos' mind reappeared.

He tried to maintain his restraint, and said in a calm voice: "Magnus, you should cheer up. The Lord of Change needs your presence. Don't you want revenge?"

However, when he saw Magnus's funny look when he turned around -

puff!

Carlos' consciousness trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing in his mind.

Even for just one second.

But in Magnus's perception, such behavior was just like the other party bursting out in laughter.

At the same time, certain fragments of Carlos's thoughts became clearer and were magnified in this world of consciousness.

This is equivalent to playing the video of the other party being beaten in front of Magnus, and playing the exciting scenes on a loop.

broken!

Even if the Lord of Changes immediately gathered his thoughts, it was all irreversible.

"roll!!!"

Magnus growled.

As soon as he had the thought of returning, he was immediately broken down again by the ridicule and the looping weird scenes.

boom--

Carlos's consciousness was expelled.

By the time he reacted, the dark entity area had disappeared in the turbulence of space.

Now Magnus disappeared completely, and even he could not be found.

……

Tzeentch's domain.

Inside the hidden temple.

"Another unexpected trajectory of fate..."

Carlos' consciousness returned from the turbulent area and he let out a long sigh.

The plan to recover Magnus failed and they lost the fallen Primarch.

Currently, the Tzeentch domain is facing an unprecedented predicament. Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, still confines himself in the crystal chamber and does not communicate with any outside existence.

I don't know what he is planning.

What is even more troublesome is that those brutal Khorne demons have been constantly invading Tzeentch's territory in recent days.

The number of casualties among the Tzeentch demons is rising.

Now, they have lost another great helper, the Fallen Primarch Magnus the Red.

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable.

As the most important person in Tzeentch's territory, Carlos bears more pressure.

Feeling anxious.

Carlos took a deep breath, then grabbed the crystal shuttle and cast his gaze towards the thread of fate, watching all the shocks and fluctuations.

He was preparing to weave a new conspiracy.

However, looking at the thread of fate that had become a tangled mess, the Fate Weaver fell silent.

"too messy……"

Carlos felt extremely powerless. Ever since the Demon Eater appeared, his entire destiny had been messed up.

It is simply impossible to weave a suitable paragraph.

Even if you weave it out forcefully, you will only be tying yourself up in knots, and the probability of failure is extremely high.

Because of the existence of Demon Eater.

The probability of failure of the Tzeentch servants' plan has increased from the original 50% to about 90%.

The chaos is even more chaotic, but the chance of getting yourself killed is also higher.

This resulted in a serious reduction in the number of Tzeentch's servants.

"It seems that we have to deal with the Demon Devourer quickly..."

"Yes, we must do this!"

Carlos had two heads, one big and one small, both with black crow-like eyes, asking and answering questions.

The chief demon is prepared to take some risks and piece together a conspiracy to corrupt or destroy the Demon Eater.

He devoted himself to carefully selecting the fragments and threads of fate and weaving a conspiracy about the Demon Eater.

The fate weaver saw his own end when he was only halfway through weaving: the cursed one strangled him.

Gah!
Carlos was startled by the sound of a bird, which immediately disrupted the conspiracy and started to weave it in another direction.

Then he saw another ending: the Demon Eater turned into a terrible sun, scorching the Tzeentch domain.

quack! ! !

Carlos was shocked, and once again disrupted the conspiracy that affected his fate.

After several attempts, the Fate Weaver threw the crystal shuttle hard and gave up the idea of ​​weaving a conspiracy for it.

Damn Demon Eater!
The fate of this being is difficult to control, so let's leave it to the Lord of Change...
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Moon.

Ruins of the Tizca Pyramid.

Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword in his hand and looked in the direction where the Red King disappeared, feeling somewhat worried.

Unexpectedly, Magnus still escaped.

Fortunately, the conspiracy of the fallen Primarch has been completely destroyed, and he will not be able to cause any trouble in the short term.

After calming down, the Primarch suddenly thought of a scene that happened not long ago, that familiar golden figure.

"Father, did you do it?"

Guilliman muttered.

He somewhat believed that his father had become another being under the influence of faith.

A living god worshipped by people.

Just like those beings in the subspace who call themselves gods.

Guilliman was saddened by what happened to his father. The once ambitious Emperor of Mankind had become the being he hated the most.

After all, over the years, this Primarch of the Ultramarines has been receiving people's worship and can experience the awe-inspiring power of faith.

He knew very well that if he let his guard down, he might be completely overwhelmed by the power of faith and shaped into a completely different being.

At the same time, he was deeply worried and wary of his father's changes.

Then, Guilliman thought of another person, a young and vague figure - the Demon Eater.

He quickly deduced where things were headed.

The Demon Eater was attacked by Magnus, and it was his father who rescued him and taught Magnus a lesson.

But why didn’t my father save me when I was attacked before?

Could it be that in my father's heart, I, his own son, am inferior to that demon-eater?

Thinking of this, the resolute Primarch couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

However, this emotion was quickly suppressed.

Guilliman became more and more curious and wanted to find the Demon Eater. Fortunately, he had memorized the figure deeply.

As soon as that person appeared in his field of vision, he would recognize him at a glance!

boom--

The roar of artillery fire brought the Primarch back to his senses.

In space, the battle between fleets came to an end.

On the ground, the Chaos forces of the Thousand Sons Legion were defeated and fled in all directions.

"Courage and glory!"

Guilliman held high the Sword of the Emperor and led the Imperial warriors in a final siege against the remaining Thousand Sons Legion.

Don’t let any one go!

……

Holy Terra.

A small frigate slowly approached.

Ron sat by the window, playing the arcade game leisurely, looking extremely comfortable.

After the crisis was resolved, he ordered the Dream to move to the vicinity of Holy Terra.

Then change to a Govendi family-style frigate and enter the airspace of Holy Terra.

Now Shahim and his men are following the Imperial fleet to kill the remaining enemies, and it will probably take some time for them to return.

He could just arrive at Holy Terra ahead of time.

Take a good walk and prepare in advance.

When the air traffic control signal from Holy Terra sounded clearly, Ron put down the game console and looked at the scenery outside through the porthole.

Before my eyes was a gigantic building that extended directly beyond the atmosphere, with countless docks connected to the space elevator.

Without a doubt, this is the largest airport in the galaxy - Lionsgate Airport.

It is both a transportation hub and a tight defense line.

There are a large number of watchtowers all around, and a large number of imperial soldiers are stationed inside.

Looking down, Ron saw countless ships shuttling back and forth in Lionsgate Airport, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The carrying capacity of this airport is so incredible that it can accommodate ships traveling from all over the galaxy.

The large dock can even accommodate a 26- or 27-kilometer-long Glorious Queen-class battleship.

He seriously doubted that if an enemy invaded the airport, a fleet of Titans could be deployed here.

Soon, the frigate merged into the flow of ships and sailed in a line towards the anchorage area.

Boom!

Not far away, a battle broke out on a certain line.

But the battle came quickly and ended even faster.

Dozens of light beams destroyed the ships judged as heretics. The torn hulls fell downward and were smashed to pieces by more defense arrays.

Looking at the disappearing shipwrecks, Ron was a little nervous: "My goodness, there is not even a trace left!"

Holy Terra is the central hub of the Empire and the headquarters of the Inquisition.

Those guys don't care whether it's an injustice or not, or whether they do a review, once a ship is judged to be a heresy.

It cooled down immediately.

Ron noticed that an unlucky pilgrim ship was affected and a big hole was in its hull.

Hundreds of unlucky people were sucked away by the powerful airflow.

These ragged pilgrims, who had been sailing for hundreds of years, fell screaming before they could even take a second look at the great and holy Terra.

"Emperor, please save us..."

When they were about to die, some pilgrims tried to pray, but their fate was already sealed.

In the blink of an eye, the pilgrims fell into the clouds and disappeared.

Looking at all this, Ron frowned.

This is Holy Terra, the sacred place longed for by countless people of the Empire.

Ugh……

Inside the cabin, the crew members watched this scene in silence.

The crew members were just thankful that they came from the Holy Land of Ers and had the protection of the Savior.

However, at this moment, the Savior was also a little nervous.

This time it's their turn to verify.

If there is any error in the data, they might become space junk.

Ron waited quietly.

Fortunately, the frigate had the token of the Govendi family. After showing it and going through several simple verifications, it was granted the right to pass.

Soon, the frigate docked at the dock.

"Phew~ Successfully passed..."

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped onto the solid ground of the dock.

If nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to travel safely on Holy Terra.

Ron looked at the dock and smelled a strong sour odor.

It is dirty, messy, poor and there is no order at all.

This is the first reaction.

He soon realized that the people coming and going in front of him were almost all ragged pilgrims.

The administration doesn't spend much time serving these people.

Wow~
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd, with people talking a lot.

Ron followed the pilgrims' line of sight and saw a familiar ship...

(End of this chapter)