Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 349 Leviathan: Oh no, this biomass is shit! (Thanks to the leader who is destined to be the boss~)

Battle barge gangway access.

Malakin put on the visor of the Redemption II Terminator armor, equipped with all the weapons, and was fully equipped with master-level equipment.

He walked out with heavy steps.

"You unlucky bastard, get down right here!"

As soon as he stepped onto the ground of the port, a dark shadow rushed towards him with a roar.

That's Tiberus.

This warrior, nicknamed "Scarlet Blood Road", is known for his savagery and brutality. The power claws on his hands glow scarlet like a bloodthirsty beast.

Few could face his impact head on.

In an instant, Malakin felt the brutal aura of Tiberus.

Although the difference in strength between the two was not great, all previous duels had ended in his defeat.

He had waited too long for this moment.

How many times have I woken up from my sleep in the middle of the night, pounding my bed, regretting my previous failures, and analyzing my opponent's moves.

Especially after getting this set of equipment, I have been thinking about how to deal with that guy.

I didn't expect that the other party would actually come to me on their own initiative. It was such a pleasant surprise.

Now, it's the barbarian who should lie down!

"You came?"

The Lamenters Chapter Master smiled slightly, without any panic.

It was as if it had been rehearsed many times.

He gently raised the Spear of Victory, and the deflection field on the armor activated with a buzz, weakening the incoming attack.

Ding dang dang a few times.

Malakin blocked all of Tiberus' claw attacks and then punched hard.

Bang!
The piston of the power fist roared, hitting the opponent's chest armor with great force, knocking him away.

But it's not over yet.

He immediately took out his gravity gun and fired a few more gravity waves.

Tiberus fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times before he used his power claws to dig into the ground to steady his body.

But before he could raise his head, he was knocked to the ground by the gravity wave that followed.

After just one encounter, the difference in equipment kinetic energy caused the chapter leader to suffer a great loss.

now.

The shark warrior's cheers suddenly froze in the air, and his smile became stiff.

Their chapter leader was easily defeated in the first confrontation, and the opponent didn't even move a step!

"Barbarian, you are nothing in front of me..."

Malakin walked towards Tiberius, each step heavy and powerful, and his smile became brighter.

It feels so good to finally defeat this savage guy!

"Damn it, Malakin!"

Tiberius felt inexplicably humiliated.

I was actually knocked down in such a humiliating way in front of everyone.

The chapter leader struggled to get rid of the suppression of the gravity wave. He stood up suddenly, raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood foam with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

Wait until you see the opponent's equipment clearly.

His bloodthirsty eyes suddenly became clear, and he couldn't help but reveal a sense of envy.

in view.

Malakin's full set of master-level equipment, spray-painted from head to toe with adamantium, stung his eyes.

Including armor, there are a total of six master-level equipment!
"You... you are so great just because you are well-equipped?"

Tiberus' tone became less confident, and it felt like a whole lemon was stuffed into his heart.

"Praise the Savior, it is great to be well equipped."

Malakin ignited the Spear of Victory's decomposition field and waved it gently: "Do you still want to continue?"

hum~
"Boys, go beat up those unlucky guys!"

Tiberus gnashed his teeth, his scarlet ancient power claw gloves flashing with arcs of electricity. After suffering a loss once, it would not be so easy for the opponent to defeat him again!

He comforted himself silently in his heart:

Aren’t they just a few master-level equipment? My pair of “Hunger” and “Thirst Quenching” are even more precious, and are unique ancient weapons!
"Beat them!"

The Sharknado warriors howled as they rushed towards the battle barge, intending to engage in a passionate fight with the unfortunate Weepers inside the ship.

however.

The sudden heavy footsteps interrupted their momentum, and everyone stopped in shock.

Boom boom boom!
The ground at the port shook slightly.

One after another, Centurion armor came down from the ship and stood behind Malakin. The destructive heavy weapons emitted a deadly cold light.

These huge monsters completely shocked everyone.

after that.

With the roar of orderly footsteps, row after row of Weeper warriors in Terminator armor walked down and formed a formation around the chapter leader.

The Sharknado warrior looked up at the Centurion armor that was more than five meters high, and then looked at the Terminator armor.

They were all numb, as if they were being controlled.

How can we fight this anymore? Maybe we can reconcile with our brothers the Weeper?
"Fifteen Centurions, all in Terminator armor?!"

Tiberus swallowed his saliva, and the whole person seemed to be wearing a mask of pain: "Brother Malakin, how did you become rich!"

Although the White Sharks and the Weepers fight each other, they are not mortal enemies and they sometimes cooperate with each other.

They are both poor, but can barely be considered brothers who depend on each other. If even the unlucky one becomes rich, what can the man-eating shark do?

All the muscles in his body were shaking.

Watching a brother who is suffering more than you driving a Centurion is more painful than killing him!
hum~
The guards around Malakin ignited the force field of the power claws. The equipment looked so familiar.

"Do not……"

Tiberus looked at the power claws and closed his eyes in pain.

It’s the same style!
The power claws on the hands of Malakin's personal guards are the same model as his "Hunger" and "Thirst Quenching". The precious holy objects that he wipes and cares for every day are merely the weapons of other people's personal guards!
He was completely devastated and felt so small and helpless.

Damn it...

How come all these brothers have become rich while I am left behind?

"Feel sorry……"

Malakin's calm voice came: "If you don't want to fight, can you give way? We need to go back and rest."

After all, the Carcharodon Legion came to support the home planet of the Sons of Sanguinius, and the Weepers have also regained their ground, so there is no need to continue to pester them at this time.

It would be troublesome if I were caught by the savior and used as an example again.

Besides, they didn't want to disappoint that great being in any way.

The Savior is undoubtedly the savior of the Weepers, and has completely broken the curse of their fate.

Ever since the Lamenters were equipped with the weapons bestowed by the Savior, the tragic fate of the warriors seemed to have begun to change.

I no longer felt the inexplicable interference from the subspace.

Tiberus took a deep breath and waved his hand to signal the shark warriors to make way.

no way.

They can't win even if they fight, and they can no longer afford her.

Those guys are all equipped with Terminator armor. If they really fight, their old armor will most likely be damaged.

He will cry to death then.

"Brother Malakin!"

Tiberus walked up to Malakin with a licked face, and asked cordially: "How did you get these good things?"

He is really afraid of being poor.

If there is really a way to get these equipments, not only can you call me brother, you can even call me godfather!
After all, with good equipment, the boys' casualties can be greatly reduced when fighting against human enemies.

Malakin didn't give this savage guy a good look, but he still answered his question:
"That was a gift from the great savior. Unfortunately, you came a step too late. It's already over."

Say it
He ignored Tiberus and led the warriors quickly towards the port hall.

"What do you mean it's late? Can you explain it clearly, brother?"

Tiberus was a little anxious: "Hey, hey, brother..."

He wanted to squeeze closer to the other person to ask more questions, but was pushed out by the guards.

"Damn it! They don't even explain themselves clearly. I hate these mysterious guys the most!"

Tiberius sulked.

This was the most frustrating day he had experienced in recent years.

It was even more frustrating than being trapped in the Tyranid living biological ship. If an alien appeared in front of him, he would definitely chop it into pieces!

"Master, the captain..."

The think tank director came over with a sad face and said, “I asked about the source of the equipment.

The Emperor, the Saviour, the Primarch of Hope, gave it to them, and it was given to them for free."

He told Tiberus that the Savior had gifted all the chapter equipment, from armor, weapons to vehicles, to everything else, a few days ago.

Everyone has a share!

What’s even more tragic is that the Great Shark arrived too late and all the equipment had already been distributed!
"You...you mean, if we had come earlier, we would have been the same as those unlucky guys?"

Tiberus asked tentatively, his lips trembling.

"Yes……"

The think tank director was also a little distraught and extremely regretful. Suddenly he became nervous: "Captain, are you okay?!"

"Emperor, what have we missed?"

Hear the words.

Tiberus's eyes went dark.

My whole heart seemed to have fallen into an incomparable abyss. They missed such a precious gift!
"I really deserve to die..."

He half wanted to smack himself, then go to the Emperor's Shrine and do penance for a standard Terran year.

If I didn't feel bad for the boat and asked the guys to drive slower, maybe we could arrive in time and become rich like everyone else.

"Master, you need to cheer up."

The think tank director expressed concern.

If anything happens to this chapter leader, the burden of the chapter will fall on himself.

How miserable is that?

The rest of the shark warriors also lowered their heads and remained silent.

This is equivalent to missing out on the opportunity to get 100 million yuan for free, and it is a sure thing. You just need to arrive at the place on time to collect the money.

pity.

But you are late and can only watch others spend the money.

Who can stand this kind of thing?
Just as Tiberus and others were grieving, they suddenly heard a pious greeting coming from not far away, as if someone was respectfully saluting the savior.

"Lord Savior?"

He reacted and quickly gathered the soldiers: "Boys, follow me, let's go find the savior!"

Tiberus led the shark warriors and trotted towards the port hall.

……

Port hall.

It is spacious and grand, with bright lights.

The towering dome is decorated with sculptures of Sanguinius and various battle flags, demonstrating the glory and power of the Blood Angels.

Not only that.

Now there's something extra here.

For example, a nearly eight-meter-high golden sun and statue of the Savior were erected in the center of the hall, and huge flags representing the Savior’s different achievements were hung on the surrounding walls.

The flags flutter gently in the breeze provided by the ventilation system.

Within the hall.

Many Space Marines came and went, many of them just returning from training.

I was exhausted. Besides that.

There are also a large number of administrative personnel, engineering managers, technical priests, etc., rushing to various places through the ports.

Preparing for the coming war.

Ron finished his inspection of the defense projects in various places and stepped into the hall under the protection of the Thunder Guards.

Everywhere you go.

People saluted the great savior.

He maintained a gentle smile and nodded slightly in response to people's respect.

these days.

Ron gradually built up prestige among the Space Marines by spending money, criticizing in meetings, and taking charge of assessments.

It has almost reached the point where if they are asked to go east, they dare not go west, which also facilitates subsequent effective command.

Due to the nature of their gene-seed, these Space Marines have a variety of emotional personalities and even serious character flaws.

It can be said.

They cannot be considered human beings with normal emotions.

Moreover, each Space Marine Chapter is a relatively independent group within the Empire, with powerful weapons and the power to act freely.

If they disobey you and don't follow your orders, there is nothing you can do.

Direct attack.

The casualties on both sides were unbearable.

The best they can do is declare them disloyal from a loyalty perspective and banish them to a marginal area or the Eye of Terror.

Let them go on an expedition to atone for their sins, to live and die.

But that would also cause unnecessary casualties and would be more likely to send troops to the Chaos forces.

anyway.

It is not easy to make these unruly warriors surrender.

Fortunately, he did it and the effect was quite good.

"Lord Savior!"

suddenly.

There was a commotion ahead, a group of Space Marines were coming towards this side excitedly.

"Hiss~Where did these guys come from?"

Ron took a quick look and saw that the armor on the soldiers was messy and inconsistent, and even the paint job was a bit perfunctory.

It's like fleeing from famine.

Apart from the extremely unlucky Weepers, it seems difficult to find a war group with a similar style.

But he saw the white shark on the opponent's flag.

I understood it instantly.

It turns out that they are man-eating sharks who are so poor that they have to rob their own belts. These guys don’t have an easy life either.

"Let them come over..."

Ron raised his hand, signaling the Thunder Guards who were blocking him to retreat.

Tiberius came running over, almost sliding down on one knee, and bowed his head devoutly:
"Great Son of the Emperor, Primarch of Hope, Demon Eater, Thirteenth Blesser, Lord Savior, I am Tiberus, and we, your loyal Carcharodontosaurus, come to serve you with full of passion and devotion!"

After years of bargaining with unscrupulous oil dealers, he has become very good at talking.

Loyalty, must be loyal, indestructible loyalty!
The captain of the regiment has decided to cling tightly to the thigh of the big money bag and savior and bid farewell to poverty once and for all.

Moreover, it is a great fortune to have the opportunity to serve a powerful and wealthy Primarch.

He was even afraid that the primarch would refuse because of the poor quality of the carcharodon.

at the same time.

Hundreds of shark warriors also knelt on one knee and pledged their loyalty to the great savior.

Tiberus became more and more pious:
"The direction of our swords is an extension of your will; our battle cries are an echo of your glory.

Please allow us to devote all our strength and lives to fight for your noble cause and sacrifice ourselves for your endless glory! "

He was almost calling him godfather.

His words caused the hall to fall into silence.

Some Space Marines who knew about the deeds of the White Shark were stunned:
Is that guy the cold, ruthless, blood-soaked machine in the legend, who leaves behind only a scarlet path of broken corpses wherever he goes—Tiberus?
Some upright Space Marines even felt that there was a hint of flattery in the loyal words of the Sharknado Chapter Captain.

But no matter what.

He has sworn an oath of allegiance, and that is irrevocable.

Ron didn't care about these, as long as they were loyal, and these guys were really fierce, especially the captain of the Great Shark.

He gently helped the anxious Tiberus up, smiling gently:
"You have worked hard."

The words from the Primarch of Hope's heart made Tiberus express his true feelings, with tears flickering in his eyes: "Savior, we are suffering!"

Many centuries ago.

The Great Shark was sent to explore the outer realms to nip any possible threats in the bud.

It can be said that he suffered a lot.

But the fact is that they had long been forgotten by the empire and abandoned in the long river of history.

No merit or glory is recognized.

When the Great Sharks returned to the empire from the outer realms, no one accepted them. Instead, they were treated as mercenaries and sent to the most dangerous battlefields.

They were not given any supplies, were under heavy guard, and had to endure round after round of inquiries.

"You will be treated fairly in the future..."

Ron stepped forward, and Tiberius followed closely beside him: "Besides, I think your activities in the Outlands are valuable."

He was telling the truth.

The strange and bizarre technological fragments obtained by the Great Shark in the outside world are of great benefit to human technological exploration.

After the Savior showed interest in the technological fragments.

Tiberus immediately stated that he would dedicate all the technological fragments to the great savior.

Over the centuries of Outland exploration, the Shark's warehouses contain a vast amount of unrecognizable or heretical technological debris.

In this regard.

Ron was quite satisfied.

Perhaps after the war, we can provide more resources and ships to the Sharknado, and send members of the Mechanicum on board.

Go to the outer realms to find more technological fragments to expand the territory's technological level.

Tiberus followed the Savior all the way to a certain area.

After hesitating for a long time.

He finally tactfully suggested that the shark warriors might need some equipment and supplies to prepare for the next battle.

however.

But the savior told him that all the supporting equipment and supplies had been distributed.

This news made him feel heartbroken.

"Fortunately, we do have extra equipment..."

Ron brought Tiberus to a black warehouse door and stopped, then raised his hand to open it.

Suddenly, there was a dazzling flash of golden light.

This War Angel's spare weapons warehouse is filled with new equipment, from armor to centurion armor.

Enough to arm the blood-thirsty sharks several times over!
Tiberus looked at all this and felt his legs weakening: "Savior, are these for us?"

"Yes, you can pick any one..."

The Savior patted the chapter leader on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow the warehouse keeper inside.

Tiberius walked in in a daze, and then there was a suppressed cry, which was the long-cherished wish of the Great Shark for centuries.

Finally got what I wanted.

They don't have to sacrifice soldiers due to lack of equipment, nor do they have to take unnecessary risks for a few resources.

Ron listened to the Chapter Master's suppressed sobs, then turned and left.

He knew it was the voice of loyalty...
-
Barr.

Temporary Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron lowered his head and flipped through the documents sent by the main strategy room, checking the data of the participants.

now.

The Leviathan Hive Fleet has arrived in the outer star field and has most likely organized multiple tentacle fleets.

Attacks from all directions, extremely difficult to defend.

Compared with this wave of offensive, the last vanguard hive in the Hades Galaxy was just an appetizer.

The Tyranid swarms released by those bio-ships are enough to flood the Baal galaxy several times. In this case, the 100,000 Space Marines alone are not enough.

not to mention.

What he wanted was not a pyrrhic victory, but to defeat Tyron with an advantage.

Otherwise, it would be like the Tyranid Wars in the Empire's past, with heavy casualties and only one in a hundred surviving. Even if we won, we would still be losing.

and so.

More war vehicles and mortal troops must be present to fill the defensive line.

In addition to the Stormtroopers' armored forces, Titan clusters, and Imperial Knights, the Empire also provided additional support from the Astra Militarum.

These Astra Militarum troops, numbering in the hundreds of millions, were heading for Baal along with several small transport fleets.

Ron sighed.

I hope these Astra Militarum troops can arrive earlier and receive corresponding coordinated deployment, otherwise they will be like the Empire, where they are just given a flashlight and thrown into the battlefield in a hurry.

Can only serve as low-level cannon fodder.

……

The airspace outside Bal.

The body of a white-haired old soldier floated through the air, screaming silently.

Swish to the ground.

An ugly tentacle popped out and rolled the biomass back.

The shadow of Tyranid death spread from afar.

It was Leviathan.

It has a coiled carapace and a mouthful of writhing tentacles, or slug-like bodies wrapped around small stars, like some kind of predatory aquatic insect.

But its huge size is enough to rival any asteroid.

The void shield was shaking and flickering.

Unfortunately, the Imperial Astra Militarum's troop transport was captured by the tentacles of Leviathan. The hull began to collapse, and the raging fire flowing out burned up the internal atmosphere, and more human bodies flew out screaming.

soon.

The hull was torn into pieces, and the bio-ships devoured this delicious biomass wantonly.

A small fleet that came from the Empire to provide support was destroyed, and tens of millions of people were unfortunately killed by insects before they even saw the battlefield.

Of course, this is also the norm in the war between the Empire and Tyranids.

After devouring the biomass, the Leviathan Hive Fleet continued to move forward, wanting to replenish more biomass from the planet ahead.

But when it arrived, everything in front of it made the hive mind feel a little confused.

because.

It was a bare ball of earth.

It was as if someone had taken away the planet's abundant biomass in advance!
Leviathan was extremely angry in its hunger and thirst, and let out a silent roar.

Fortunately, it was able to detect that there was still some biomass left in the soil ball.

Subsequently.

Leviathan scattered a large number of Tyranid spore sacs, trying to completely devour the remaining biomass.

It just didn't take long.

Some kind of mechanical creation hidden in the earth ball exploded, and a large amount of green smoke filled the entire planet's atmosphere.

Leviathan became increasingly angry and a little panicked.

It sensed a disgusting smell, as if something dirty and smelly had contaminated its own biomass!

(End of this chapter)