Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 383 Abaddon: It’s all stable, all in!
Barr's months-long victory celebration continues.

at the same time.

Holy Terra Palace Square.

The kilometer-high, gleaming statue of the Primarch of Hope was so eye-catching, more majestic and sacred than any statue of the Primarch before it.

Even the statue of the Regent looked dim in front of it.

That's obviously not appropriate.

This situation is the result of a series of unexpected events.

It was originally hoped that the statues of the Primarchs would be built to the specifications of the other Primarchs.

However, due to the enthusiastic participation of the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy, the Forge General of the Mechanicus and the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, things changed a little and a situation of multi-party cooperation in construction was formed.

There were even some disputes.

The Ecclesiarchy, the Mechanicus, and the Astra Militarum all want to contribute to the statue of the Primarch of Hope and add elements of their own power in order to achieve better political goals.

The Ecclesiarchy added adamantine laurel wreaths, a holy sun backlight, inscriptions on armor, and more to the Primarch of Hope statue.

This makes the statue more sacred.

The Mechanicus constructed more mechanical gears, mechanical bases, etc. inside the statue, allowing the entire statue to move slightly with the sunlight and wind.

They also secretly hid some high-level mechanical weapons in it, which could be activated in critical moments.

As for the poor Astra Militarum, they gritted their teeth and provided some decorative materials in an attempt to make the statue look more majestic.

The construction project achieved harmony amidst the dispute, and everything is moving steadily in a good direction.

However, when the project was about to be completed, everyone suddenly discovered a serious problem.

That is, with the additions from all parties, I hope that the size of the Primarch will be a little beyond the norm and taller than other Primarch statues.

It feels like looking down on the crowd.

Fortunately, this statue is not taller than the Emperor's statue, otherwise it would be treasonous.

But even so, this is a very serious problem and it is also a form of disrespect and blasphemy.

Do they feel that the Primarch of Hope is greater than the other Primarchs, their children, or even the Regents?

This situation left all parties involved in the construction dumbfounded. They didn't know what to do with it. It was about to be completed, so could it be demolished?

Then who will demolish it?

None of the Ecclesiarchy, the Mechanicus, or the Astra Militarum wanted to take on this responsibility.

The Imperial Guards were even less willing to do this.

The statue of the Primarch of Hope was originally initiated by them. Because of the incident with the Primarch of Hope, the Imperial Guards were reprimanded by the Emperor's Vision Order, and the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards resigned as a result.

Now the new Grand Marshal of the Guards is attending the victory celebration with the Primarch of Hope in Baal, and it would be a blasphemy for them to tear down their statues.

What's more, it's too late to rebuild now.

Under the influence of these reasons, all parties did not want to take responsibility, so they had to play dead and pretend that they saw nothing, and no one said a word.

Anyway, whoever speaks up will be the one to deal with it.

In short, in tacit harmony, all parties gritted their teeth and continued construction, allowing the statue of the Primarch of Hope to be successfully completed.

Victory celebration day.

Boom boom boom——

The cannons roared and countless airships dropped streamers and flags of honor.

The ceremony and unveiling of the statue was attended by the High Lords, high nobles, officials, priests and citizens of the Empire.

A huge crowd gathered at the Palace Square.

Priests and choirs chanted hymns in praise of the Emperor and the Primarch of Hope on the flying preachers, while everyone looked up, expecting to see the face of that great being.

The huge curtain was pulled open by dozens of airships, and a statue slowly appeared in front of people.

At this moment, everyone was impressed by the holiness and majesty of the Primarch of Hope.

On the high platform, the supreme lords looked at the statue with different expressions, occasionally casting their gazes on the lords who were responsible for building the statue.

They all spotted the problem and hoped that the statue of the Primarch was significantly out of specification.

But no one pointed it out directly, not wanting to get involved in the dispute.

The Astra Militarum commander-in-chief pretended to know nothing and praised with a dry laugh: "This statue really captures the majestic and heroic figure of His Excellency the Primarch of Hope."

"A flawless statue."

The Pope of the Ecclesiarchy nodded and exclaimed: "By the Emperor, I hope that Your Excellency the Primarch is worthy of being the embodiment of glory, the embodiment of miracles, and the embodiment of the Emperor's divine will..."

The Mechanicus Casting General was browsing the Mechanicus forum and casually posted a picture of the Primarch of Hope statue and its casting details.

That was her careful work.

The supreme lords and high-ranking nobles looked at the statue with their noses pinched, and forced themselves to exclaim in admiration.

But looking at the statue of the Primarch of Hope that towered above the other statues, they always felt uncomfortable, as if they had something to say but couldn't.

After the tormenting statue unveiling ceremony, it was time for the victory celebration.

It was an even more jubilant scene.

The huge projection machine projected the ceremonial scenes on Baal, whether it was the battleship performance, the appearance of the Primarch of Hope and the Regent, or the grand military parade that followed.

It's all so shocking.

Even in Holy Terra over the years, there has never been such a grand scene. The last time was the return of the Regent.

But the scale on Baal's side is obviously even bigger, with the appearance of two Primarchs, the Imperial Guards, many Space Marine Chapters, and even the real Leviathan Hive Fleet!

The Savior used more than ten warships to drag the Leviathan Hive Mothership and the remains of the more than 30-kilometer-long void behemoth to the vicinity of the ceremony venue.

Display it as a trophy.

The remains of this void behemoth that had ravaged the empire for a thousand years were hung with flags of honor from the participating units, announcing the achievements of the participants.

The Savior also arranged an art cult on the back of the Void Beast to perform dramas related to the war.

Praise those heroes.

Some nobles, officials, and common people were fortunate enough to board a sightseeing boat and observe the terrifying Tyranid alien monster up close with horrified eyes.

Although this relic has lost its vitality, the biological pressure it exudes still makes many people tremble and their legs go weak.

Fortunately, the Savior also arranged a shooting activity, allowing people to fire shells at the Tyranid alien with their own hands.

They only need to gently pull the mechanical trigger and the missile will be fired at the enemy of humanity.

That undoubtedly reduced people's fear of aliens.

This ceremony, which will be held in many venues throughout the Baal Galaxy and last for several months, will be attended by hundreds of billions of people and will undoubtedly be a grand event.

It is enough to make any participant unforgettable for a lifetime.

That was a glorious testimony.

They were able to witness with their own eyes the Tyranid alien monsters that once terrified and were irresistible to humans, crawling at their feet.

The images from the victory celebration were also transmitted to Holy Terra.

Due to time difference and long distance communication.

Even though Holy Terra invested a large number of machines, astropaths, and had the assistance of the Savior Territory, these images from a few days ago were only transferred hundreds of times.

It's also a bit blurry and distorted.

But this was enough to shock the people of Holy Terra.

They were quite excited to see all this, but also a little envious, and hoped to be able to attend the event.

Enjoy this joy to the fullest.

The holding of the victory celebration greatly alleviated people's fear and anxiety during the dark age of the Great Rift.

I have a little confidence in the future of mankind.

On the high platform, the supreme lords and high-ranking nobles looked at the celebration scene and felt a little uncomfortable.

They felt that they, Holy Terra, were being left out.

Such a grand ceremony should be held in Holy Terra, the center of the empire and the throne world. This place should be the focus of people's attention.

However, it all became Barr’s.

Although many Supreme Lords were not happy about it, those who had close relations with the Savior were happy.

Especially the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum.

Now the Astra Militarum has hooked up with the Primarch of Hope and the Savior to cooperate on some projects.

The Savior promised to provide the Astra Militarum with a large amount of supplies at extremely low prices, including some new types of pure meat canned foods.

It can ease the logistical pressure on the Astra Militarum.

And there will be many more weapons and vehicles supplied later.

You only need to provide some cheap raw ores and you can buy them, which is almost the same price as cabbage.

As for how to transport these things, it is still a difficult problem. Fortunately, the Savior has promised to build a large logistics center in the webway in the near future.

These difficulties can be solved well.

The commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum looked at the statue of the Primarch of Hope and said with great emotion: "Emperor, the Savior is so generous!"

……

subspace.

Deep within the Palace of Slaanesh.

"Damn it!"

A sharp, sinister voice sounded, foreshadowing the anger and resentment of the owner of the voice.

The magnificent, tentacle-covered palace was reduced to ruins, with Chaos Demons with multiple breasts and deformed organs trembling outside.

The Fallen Phoenix got angry again and smashed the palace to pieces.

"You will fall!"

Fulgrim's snake body curled up in the corner of the palace, a tear hanging from the corner of his eye, full of a sense of brokenness and a performative personality.

He looked at the only remaining mirror, admiring himself while getting angry.

Now he is very angry and feels sad.

Watching Guilliman, the savior and once defeated opponent, stole the show and showed his heroic spirit at the celebration in the Baal system.

This was worse than killing him.

Unexpectedly, this fallen phoenix would lose to the savior in terms of vanity and decoration.

Even when he was still in the empire, he did not enjoy such glory.

Simply put, this extremely vain guy saw the savior and regent pretending to be cool and showing off in ways he could never imagine.

It broke the defense immediately.

What was even more uncomfortable was that the Lord of Pleasure also turned his gaze towards the two guys.

At this moment, that being was surging with an extremely joyful aura all over his body, making the entire palace moist.

He looked at the Savior and Regent, and in his excitement he whipped the serving being below.

The cries of joy caused by the whippings, especially the powerful voices of Lucius and Enkali, were heard throughout the palace.

This made the Fallen Phoenix even more sad and angry.

Because it was not him who received the scourge, they did not bring themselves along.

The Fallen Phoenix has fallen out of favor once again.

"This is all Roan and Guilliman's fault. They caused all this!"

The Fallen Phoenix gently stroked her delicate face, her twisted heart filled with resentment:

"Just wait, I will set the most perfect and gorgeous trap to capture you, and then torture you severely, making you rotten and ugly!" He wished he could tear the savior's enviable face apart.

Fulgrim was thinking about what kind of trap to set and how to take revenge on Roan and Guilliman.

But when he thought of the virtual image of his own humiliation kept in the hands of the savior, his body could not help but tremble, and his heart seemed to be clutched.

It was a huge shadow that was difficult to dispel, and the humiliation of the past seemed to come back to my mind.

He was even more afraid that the top-secret videos of his humiliation would be leaked, leading to more ridicule and contempt.

This is hard to accept for the extremely vain Fallen Phoenix.

Fugen hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down the humiliation and fear.

"Let's deal with Guilliman first..."

The fallen phoenix thought maliciously.

……

Fungal Abyss.

Black hyphae covered all the areas, wriggling slowly.

The Fungal Deeps are the domain of the Fallen Primarch, Deathlord Mortarion, and are typically located within the clock room of his abode.

The physical location of the mysterious clock room varies, usually in the Black Temple of Plague Star, or in the rotting hive of the Corruption Hollow Planet, and occasionally appears in the Warp.

The giant bell in the center of the abyss has stopped swinging, and Mortarion is holding the "Blade of Silence" which is usually used as a pendulum, performing some kind of ritual.

Inside the bell housing above the giant bell, the ghost of his alien adoptive father stared out while groaning.

"Lord of Plague, this victory is so puzzling..."

The Lord of Death looked at the ceremonial scene formed by the thick liquid in the cauldron, his brows furrowed, and his respirator made a hissing sound.

He doubted the possibility of victory.

Regardless, there is no way the Saviors could have won this Tyranid War so quickly and alone.

Even if he was fighting the war under Guilliman's planning and guidance, it would be impossible.

The chaotic beings did not deny the Savior's ability, but it was still a bit shocking that he wanted to win such a victory.

It is difficult for them to admit this fact.

Now, those chaotic beings are investigating this matter.

If the savior is really that powerful.

Then he will be a greater threat than the Regent, and many plans will have to be adjusted, or the Savior should be dealt with first to better strike against humans.

However, due to the interference of the Tyranid psychic energies with the Warp and reality, it was difficult for these Chaos beings to observe the war.

It is difficult to understand what happened.

Mortarion used his fungus flies to travel through the Warp and some areas of the galaxy, searching for any possible information.

To restore the truth of this war.

Through the residual information in the Warp and the words of the dead, all of this points to a powerful Khorne demon - Khorne's darling, the supreme bloodthirster Kabanha.

There are reports that Kabanha led an army of demons to attack Baal.

The whispers of the dead convey some gossip:
Kabanha came into conflict with the Tyranid aliens.

The Savior once marveled at the power of the demon army under Kabanha.

If that being had not led the army to kill most of the Zerg, it would have been impossible for him to achieve victory so quickly.

Unfortunately, due to the interference of the Tyranids, the duel between them could not take place.

These fragmentary pieces of information pieced together the course of the Tyranid War - on the way to attack Baal, Cabanha clashed with the Tyranid aliens and engaged in a fierce war.

That terrifying being inflicted heavy damage to the Zerg, allowing the Savior to luckily win.

This is very likely to happen.

Because these irritable and brainless Khorne demons will not care who is friend or foe once provoked.

There will even be bloody fighting among themselves.

Such a conclusion is more acceptable to the chaotic beings, who will feel that it is the truth.

Without the help of the Supreme Bloodthirster, humans cannot fight the Tyranids alone!
Mortarion thought so too.

But he did not underestimate the threat posed by the Savior. Although the Primarch of Hope was not as threatening as the Regent, he had already shown his potential and should not be underestimated.

"Perhaps the task assigned by the benevolent father of plague needs to be adjusted..."

A hoarse voice came from the Death Lord.

He contacted Ku'gath, the first favored one under Nurgle, the Great Unclean One who consumed the most powerful plague of his father.

Chaos sorcery forms a Great Unclean Body composed of fungal roots.

That is Kugath's temporary substitute.

"Motarion, what do you want from me? I have too much disease work to complete..."

Ku'gath always looks sad and depressed, which is incompatible with the cheerful image of Nurgle.

And he hates laughter and lively music the most.

But in Nurgle's realm, laughter and music are everywhere.

This made his already unhappy mood even more unhappy, as if he was an emo working horse all the time.

Mortarion told Ku'gath.

In addition to preparing a divine plague that is powerful enough to poison even the gods for Regent Guilliman, a new plague poison must also be prepared for the Savior.

This undoubtedly increases the difficulty of the task.

"Oh, this is terrible..."

Kugath became visibly sad, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction:

"This means I will have to spend another seven subspace years, seven months, seven hours, seven minutes, and seven seconds looking for seventy-seven new disease materials!"

"If you hurry up, there's still plenty of time."

Mortarion said calmly: "The war of the Scourge Stars is still being prepared, and the Father's plan is on the verge of being launched. Don't you want to do more for Him?
Don’t forget, you devoured the most powerful plague of your loving father…”

Ku'gath was originally a Nurgling, but accidentally fell into Nurgle's plague cauldron, and thus swallowed the strongest and most perfect plague that his father had carefully concocted for countless years.

Then he went straight from being a tiny Nurgling to being the most powerful Great Unclean One.

Father Nurgle felt sorry for the plague that he had concocted with so much effort, because he might never be able to create such a perfect work again.

But that being did not blame Kugath. Instead, he showed him more favor, not wanting to make the Great Unclean One unhappy.

This also made Kugashi feel more guilty and sad.

When Kugath heard Mortarion's words, he was immediately morally blackmailed.

He was even sadder:

"Ah, you've torn my wound again. I'll just go collect diseases..."

The Great Unclean One, Nurgle's first favorite, lowered his head sadly and disappeared from the fungal abyss.

Mortarion looked down at the image in the cauldron again, then extinguished it.

Those jubilations are temporary. The empire will soon be blessed with the love of a loving father, and the plague's germs and flies will overwhelm one territory after another.

But before that, one must wait patiently for the elements to gather.

The Death Lord walked deeper into the Fungal Abyss. He had to deal with the war on the Scourge Stars.

It will become the landing point for Nurgle's army in the galaxy.

……

Realm of Khorne, Hall of the Brass Citadel.

A bloody figure sat high on the brass throne.

His flames of rage burn eternally, as if they will never subside.

Now, a long time has passed since Kabanha led the demon army to attack Baal.

However, until humanity celebrated its victory in Baal, the supreme bloodthirsty demon had not returned and his whereabouts were unknown.

No one knew where he was or what he was doing.

In the hall.

The Khorne Daemons were whispering, discussing the information about Kabanha's expedition.

After the news of the failed expedition against Baal came, Kabanha lost most of his prestige in the realm of Khorne.

Now, many Khorne demons no longer fear him, and are even eager to challenge him.

Some great demons bluntly stated that no matter from which perspective, the chief demon's expedition against Baal was a failure.

He does not deserve to occupy the position of the most favored one and should be severely punished.

The demons even dug up Kabanha's dismal record in recent years and discovered that he had never won any important battles in these years.

This drew more ridicule from the Khorne Daemons.

Some of the Khorne Daemons were distressed because Kabanha had borrowed a large number of demon troops from them, and now they had lost all their money.

They were furious and wanted to settle accounts with that supreme bloodthirsty demon!

The former chief demon Angras did not participate in the discussion, but sneered in his heart.

Because Kabanha was powerless this time.

Once that guy falls, he will be able to return to his seat as Khorne's favorite!

The Blood God sat on the brass throne without saying a word. He seemed to be secretly accumulating anger and was somewhat dissatisfied with Kabanha, his most beloved son.

He could feel that Kabanha was still in the galaxy, but the specific situation was not easy to know. It was even more difficult for a warp-space god like himself to penetrate the layers of barriers.

Extend your tentacles into reality.

The Blood God thought about it, and then spent more energy to contact Kabanha. However, after the other party received the message, there was no response.

The supreme bloodthirsty demon hung up the "phone call" from the Blood God of Khorne with an extremely tough attitude!
boom--

The Blood God's wrath erupted instantly, filling the entire Khorne domain with bloody flames.

However, no one knows what Cabanha is actually doing.

……

Alert the galaxy.

An endless war is going on in the airspace and even on the surface of all planets. Many human forces, chaos forces, and alien races are fighting in this area.

This makes this place the most intense and chaotic place in the galactic war.

hum~
The Planet Killer, the flagship of the Chaos Warmaster and Great Plunderer Abaddon, was suspended in the air, and its huge cannon suddenly smashed a battleship into pieces.

Inside the bridge.

Abaddon's huge body was enclosed in black armor, with only his scarlet eyes showing.

His attention was not on this battlefield, but on the other side of the distant stars - Baal.

The great plunderer had little interest in the ceremony; he was concerned only with the location of the Regent's fleet.

The Regent appeared in the Baal system.

That meant that his Indomitable Crusade's First Fleet would have difficulty supporting the Hazy Star Region in a short period of time, and the support speed was slow.

Maybe this time will be longer.

Abaddon's eyes grew redder.

He decided to send the fleet that was originally used to guard against the Regent to the battlefield in the Hazy Star Region, and also to send more troops to fight a quick victory!

"Perhaps, the fourteenth dark expedition can begin..." the Chaos Warmaster thought.

(End of this chapter)