Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 379 Guilliman: The situation is critical, I must go save my brother!

Under the influence of the storm, the subspace tsunami swept in more unknown life.

It was like a giant wave, hitting the human fleet again and again.

The Regent's fleet struggled to move forward in the tide, but the storm was still too terrible.

Macragge's Glory, control hall.

"Emergency procedure, continue to increase the energy intensity and overload the engine by 30 percent!"

Communications officer Sades conveyed his superior's instructions with a serious face and ordered the crew to take action immediately.

Get out of this damn storm as fast as possible.

Time in the subspace is long yet short, and any delay may cause the ship to deviate from its course, with an error of more than tens of light years.

It may even lead to changes in time.

This is fatal to the war, as by the time they reach their destination, the war may have been over for decades or even longer.

The areas waiting for rescue were reduced to ashes.

The communications officer stared nervously at the control panel of the subspace engine, the light from which cast everything around him in a reddish color.

Fortunately, the instruction was executed smoothly and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This flagship is the mount of the great regent and also the guide of the fleet. It is like a sharp knife, leading the fleet to break through the heavy waves.

The Regent's fleet must arrive in Baal at the right time to save everything there.

"My brothers are waiting for rescue in blood and fire. No matter what the cost, our fleet must arrive before Baal is destroyed!"

That was the only order from the Regent, so firm that it did not allow for any argument or error.

"By the Emperor, these damned heretics stink!"

Sades' nostrils twitched as he smelled a disgusting odor.

Even through the Geller force field and the hull, he could smell the debilitating, sour and nauseating stench carried by the wind.

That was the smell of a storm, and they were in the middle of a persistent storm wave.

He once borrowed an ancient book from the Primarch's library, which said that the ships of the ancient Terrans used huge sails to capture the wind as power when they sailed at sea.

They rely on the natural power of wind to sail around.

But when they encounter terrible storms, the wind that powers them can also become the killer.

The entire ship was shattered and destroyed, sinking into the abyss-like seabed.

Sades had never seen the ocean. He had been trained in Holy Terra since he was a child. The resources of the Throne World had long been dried up. There were no oceans, no rivers, and even the groundwater had dried up.

All water is supplied by asteroid ice brought in by ships.

After the Regent's return to Holy Terra, he was fortunate enough to be chosen to board the Macragge's Glory, serving the great Primarch until now.

He spent most of his time living on ships and had never reached any planet with an ocean.

"Perhaps, when those ancient Terrans faced ocean storms, they were similar to us now?"

The communications officer thought so.

He only hoped that the ships of the fleet could weather the storm and avoid being capsized by the tides of the Warp.

However, it is counterproductive.

Every moment, ships were overturned by the waves and drowned in the abyss of chaos, leaving no chance of survival.

They were lucky enough to be able to serve on Macragge's Glory and be under the protection of the Primarch, which was the safest area within the fleet.

But the encroachment of chaos is always pervasive.

Sades heard something and looked towards a certain area. It seemed that some living creatures were beating against the ships in the storm. They were cheering and laughing unscrupulously.

Even though he temporarily closed his helmet, the dizzying and sickening sounds still came through clearly.

It is not a physical transmission, but a kind of spiritual erosion.

Fortunately, the priests in the control hall began to recite scriptures about the Emperor's Holy Word, which slightly suppressed the discomfort.

"The Emperor's Blessing..."

Sades closed his eyes and silently recited the prayer from the Word of the Emperor in his mind, which always helped him calm down.

The great and sacred emperor is protecting me.

"Hahahahaha!"

There came another shrill laugh that made one's teeth ache and heart shiver. It was so harsh.

Sades suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the area where the laughter came from.

Because the laughter came from the control hall, not far from him!
It was the laughter of a white-robed Anglican priest.

"Emperor above, loyal believers have heard the call of the great existence..."

The Anglican priest tore off his robes, wailing and rejoicing: "The Lord of Bliss is having mercy on us. We can all live, forever!"

In an instant, the priest's skin turned white, and then more blister-like pus sacs appeared.

His whole face became rotten and swollen, but more peaceful: "Laughter, comfort, love, accept this..."

yah~
A cloaked, cold-blooded Primaris Space Marine raised his hand without any hesitation, pressed the priest's face, and knocked him to the ground with one punch.

Then burn it with scorching spiritual energy, turning it into ashes.

"Focus!"

The Primaris warrior gave a cold reminder, then stood back in his original position, silently guarding the safety of this control area.

Calm returned to the control hall.

All the crew members on the ship gathered their minds and continued their work. They knew that the only way to survive now was to focus and not let their minds wander.

Just as Texas calmed down, he was interrupted by screams again.

This time the scream came from the communication channel. It was a distress signal from a destroyer of Battle Group 134.

But judging from the communication situation, it is clear that the ship has no hope of survival...

The communications officer determined the death of the ship based on his rich experience, but he still reported the specific information according to the procedures.

He was just a communications officer, a determined, living information transmission center, without the power to make any decisions.

"When the war is over, I want to see the real ocean."

This thought popped up in Texas' mind.

Although I have never seen that vast blue area, nor have I seen the amazing aquatic creatures living in it.

But he was sure he loved the ocean.

Suddenly, the communications officer's thoughts were interrupted.

An even more fetid smell came, and the huge pressure on the mental level made his heart seem to be grasped.

Difficult to breathe.

Not only Texas, but other crew members also showed symptoms to varying degrees.

Even the normally calm cloaked Primaris warrior showed a hint of nervousness as he raised his head and looked towards the area deep inside the ship.

Some terrifying being has boarded this ship!
bang bang bang-

The corruption had re-occurred, and more gunfire was heard in the control hall.

……

Near the Regent's Sanctuary, the Confessional Hall.

This large area, covering about one kilometer, has been engulfed in decay, with fallen zombies and the remains of Nurgle demons seen everywhere.

Even the ground was covered in some kind of corrupted fungus, with more pus-oozing plants growing on it.

A great daemon of Nurgle has corrupted the area, or more precisely, he is attempting to attack a vault in the Regent's Sanctum in order to plunder the rare treasures within.

Including a stasis box that hides the purpose of the Regent's Indomitable Crusade.

However, the great demon of Nurgle underestimated the power of the Regent. Before his plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain could be implemented, it was exposed and completely intercepted.

Instead of going to support another important ship as the Nurgle demons had imagined, the Regent appeared here with his personal guards without anyone noticing.

After a brief battle.

All the demons under Nurgle were slaughtered, and even he himself could not save himself.

Boom boom boom——

The shrapnel storm from the Regent's Hand of Domination swept through the Nurgle demons, and the special alchemical shrapnel caused irreparable injuries to his eyes.

But this was a deliberate act by the demon, and the distance between the two sides became dangerous.

"You made a mistake, enjoy the delicious taste of this plague!"

The Nurgle demon seized a perfect opportunity, and the huge mouth on its fat belly suddenly opened, spitting out churning pus, which poured towards the tall, adamantine and blue figure.

That was the venom he carefully prepared, enough to poison a Primarch!
Accompanied by an extreme stench, the air was filled with yellow smoke, and one could visibly see the figures of Nurglings moving through the liquid, screaming and rushing towards them under the push of the liquid.

However, this attack was dispelled by the Chief Think Tank's psychic power.

Weng~
The suddenly appearing black hole swallowed up the deadly venom and transferred it to another space, along with those unfortunate Nurglings.

This trap carefully set by the Regent left the plague bringer under Nurgle with nowhere to maneuver and put him in a difficult situation.

Before the Great Demon of Nurgle could lament the failure of this sneak attack, the Regent launched a storm-like attack.

It caused him more harm.

"Regent!"

The Great Demon of Nurgle roared and raised his swollen and twisted arms high, smashing down on the figure in front of him like a 10,000-ton hammer.

Boom!
"Such an attack is too weak."

Guilliman blocked the attack without any dodge, then swung his fist and hit the Great Daemon of Nurgle in the chin.

The mountain of rotten flesh collapsed backwards with a loud bang.

"You should pay for all this, heretic demon..."

The Regent stepped on the head of the Great Demon of Nurgle, exuding uncontrollable rage.

His brother Ron was waiting for support, but these Chaos heretics were blocking his way. How hateful!

He suddenly ignited the golden flame of the Emperor's Sword, and the surging Emperor's energy was enough to scare any Chaos being.

"Primarch, spare me..." The Great Demon of Nurgle was finally frightened. The joy on his face disappeared without a trace. He realized that this weapon could completely end his life.

Rumors are always weak.

Only by truly facing the Regent and truly facing this cursed weapon can one feel the fear of death.

He is the messenger of plague and the 377th blessed one favored by the Great Holy Father.

That was a very good blessing order holy number, and he didn't want to lose it.

However, the actions of this heretical demon cannot be condoned.

Just as the Great Daemon of Nurgle tried to say the next sentence, the Sword of the Emperor fell before his terrified eyes and completely cut off his head.

This Chaos Daemon died in agonizing agony, without any hope of resurrection.

After Guilliman executed the Great Daemon of Nurgle, he did not show any joy of victory, but instead his eyes were filled with deep worry.

The regent looked older, and the lines between his brows became more clearly visible.

"I don't know how Bal is doing now..."

He was worried about the fate of Bal and the Ron brothers.

That brother took upon himself the responsibility of the Imperium, waging an apocalyptic war against the terrible Leviathan Hive Fleet on Baal.

The situation was critical, but the promised support had yet to arrive.

Now, Chaos is deliberately trying to hinder the Indomitable Fleet, proving that the war in Baal has reached an even more dangerous moment.

They tried to stop themselves, leaving Baal helpless and doomed.

Guilliman knew that his brother was not good at fighting and had difficulty dealing with those terrible insects. He might already be struggling and his life was in danger.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt a little heartbroken.

That was his failure as an elder brother.

Over the past ten thousand years, he had lost many of his Primarch brothers, who had been corrupted or killed in various ways.

He couldn't lose Ron again.

Fortunately, everything can still be salvaged. The fleet is about to sail out of the warp storm and he will arrive in Baal soon.

Guilliman turned to the aide-de-camp and asked:

"Felix, how long will it take us to get out of the Warp and reach Baal?"

Felix was quite respectful:

"We will leave the storm area in nine Terra hours. If the positioning of the warp engine does not shift and there are no new attacks, we will probably jump out of the warp in 9 Terra hours and reach the Baal system."

The aide-de-camp answered the Primarch's questions rigorously, trying not to make any guarantees.

Because there are too many surprises.

In fact, the Primarch had asked this question not long ago, and the answer he gave was nine days.

But now more than two months have passed.

Now, Felix has learned his lesson and no longer dares to give too precise answers.

Those accidents and attacks always come inevitably.

He even had a vague feeling that the fleet led by the Primarch was somewhat unlucky. The number of attacks and accidents it suffered during its journey was more than ten times that of other fleets.

And always one step behind others.

"Perhaps it is because of the existence of the Primarch that more attention has been drawn to Chaos..."

Felix thought so.

The Regent is a prestigious figure, the most respected leader in the Empire, and the number one enemy of Chaos Demons in the galaxy.

Naturally it will attract more attacks.

He simply ignored a series of problems that caused the deviation, such as engine fire and the navigation mechanical soul oversleeping.

"Three days. If nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to reach Bal in three days."

Felix made a final summary.

He emphasized the condition of "no accidents" to avoid further delays in the date, which would cause the Primarch to have a bad impression of him.

After getting the answer, Guilliman nodded with satisfaction, and the worry between his brows eased a lot.

"Brother, I'll be there soon..."

He looked up into the void and spoke softly.

According to the route, that was the direction of Baal, where his brother was fighting hard.

The Regent firmly believed that he could arrive in time to eliminate all enemies of humanity for the Ron brothers and Bale!

bang——

Not far away, several flames swept out, burning the chaotic corpses and rotting fungi on the ground.

Another unit of Space Marines was using heavy, high-temperature flamethrowers to deal with the remains of the battlefield.

This must be done now, otherwise the remaining Chaos taint will cause more corruption to occur.

After the high-temperature cleaning, the Inquisition personnel and Anglican priests will come to carry out further processing to completely resolve all hidden dangers.

In addition to the high temperature cleanup, pharmacists came to rescue and treat the injured soldiers.

But their methods are rather crude. Most of them simply cut off the rotten parts that are infected with bacteria or mushrooms, and then inject some colorful solvents into them.

Fortunately, with the Space Marines' recovery ability, as long as the lesions are treated, new flesh and blood will grow quickly and recover completely.

The Regent took one look at the scene and then led Felix in the direction of the sanctuary at a hurried pace.

Now that the battle is over, he is no longer needed here.

Time is so precious, he has to hurry back to the office to continue the work that was interrupted before.

That is something that must be dealt with, otherwise as the documents pile up, it will cause greater trouble and torture.

In fact, the height of the paper files on the Primarch's desk was increasing at a rate of one meter for every two standard Terra hours.

This is almost as fast as the reproduction of the Tyranids, there will never be an end!
Guilliman frowned at the thought.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows, and found that he had a few more deep wrinkles.

These damn documents are so torturous that he would rather fight the Chaos Demon than lie on the table and deal with those dizzying paper documents!

"After the war in Baal is over, maybe I should learn from Brother Ron. He handles official business very quickly..."

Guilliman thought so.

The last time they communicated, his brother promised to help him build a software system specifically for handling official business, and to ensure the security of the system and prevent it from being corrupted.

Maybe I can put an end to these difficult days.

Brother Ron always cares about me so warmly and is willing to help me. Even when I just woke up, I came all the way to Macragge to help.

Thinking of this, the Regent couldn't help but smile and his steps became lighter.

It’s really great to have such a brother.

However, before Guilliman could take a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and even the muscles in his body stiffened.

He sensed a familiar breath.

Guilliman showed a rare anger, and his entire aura suddenly radiated.

He turned and rushed towards the area where a wounded Space Marine was.

The pharmacist was trying to save the wounded lying on the ground, but the situation was getting worse.

The wounded man continued to cough, as if something was blocking his throat, making an uncomfortable hoarse sound.

"How is this possible? All the medicines have become ineffective!" The pharmacist was at a loss and injected the other party with new medicine, but it still had no effect.

The next moment, a tall figure covered him. It was the Primarch.

"Everyone, leave this area immediately..."

Guilliman gave orders calmly without revealing any further information. Danger was imminent and everyone had to leave.

To prevent the situation from getting worse.

Everyone followed the Primarch's orders and evacuated from here as quickly as possible.

Only the wounded man stayed behind, for he was the source of the danger.

Guilliman looked at the wounded and revealed a trace of sorrow.

The corrupting curse was so strong that there was nothing he could do to save the warrior.

At this moment, beads of sweat the size of beans fell from the wounded man's forehead, his skin turned dark and red, and the whites of his eyes turned dark yellow.

"My Lord, what's wrong with me?"

The wounded man asked with difficulty, then he began to dry heave, and fell to the ground with his limbs, spitting out black blood clots, in which some kind of hyphae could be faintly seen.

But he was soon speechless.

The wounded man groaned in pain, fell to the floor twitching, his whole body twisted in spasms.

He realized what he was facing and that there was no way back.

Although he was still groaning, he had already died, and only his soul remained temporarily in his broken body.

next moment.

The warrior could not even maintain his soul and fell into complete death.

However, the corruption continued unchecked, and a spectacular scene of rapid decay unfolded before the Primarch.

The skin of the wounded bodies had turned yellow and shriveled, and were covered with black and purple patches. Mold grew out of the cracks in the power armor.

The body became a fertile land of life, in which the power of Nurgle was entangled.

Afterwards, something began to move in the wounded man's chest, forming the outline of a horn.

An ugly demon head emitting poisonous gas and entangled with mycelium broke out of the chest.

He stared at the Regent and gave a ferocious but warm smile: "Robert, it's not easy to see you once..."

Guilliman gnashed his teeth, his eyes reflecting the rage of the storm:

"Mortarion!"

(End of this chapter)