Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 415: Don’t shoot, brother, we are one!

Black Abyss Star, Dock.

Ron came to the observation deck and cast his eyes towards the asteroid-like chaos monster not far away - the Ark of Evil Omen.

Due to the huge size of the Ark of Evil, the people on the dock could only glimpse a corner of it, which was enough to captivate people.

This ship embryo is not much different from the previous one, except that there are some dark mechanical creations in the key parts and an additional giant cannon, which is an ancient relic found in the subspace many years ago.

Only a giant ship of this size can withstand the consumption of the ancient cannon, one shot of which can destroy a large warship and even bring destruction to a planet.

"How long will it take for this ship to sail?"

Ron asked with concern. The Evil Omen Ark is one of the most powerful weapons of the Black Abyss Star and is also an important support for resisting enemy attacks.

"You're here too early. The cleanup is not yet complete. We will have to wait about half a standard Terran month before we can start the final process..."

The back of Kohl's head was connected to a control console, and his mechanical tentacles were constantly operating more than a dozen virtual panels, uttering a series of binary languages ​​from time to time.

He was so busy that he didn't even have time to turn around and meet the savior, the Dark Prince.

But Ron could see that most of the virtual panels were disguised mechanical forum pages.

This black-hearted engine oil guy is slacking off and arguing with others again.

He had long been accustomed to that guy's behavior and was too lazy to care, so he gave the order very straightforwardly:

"Double the number of cleanup staff. This ship must sail within a week. There is no room for negotiation. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

Kohl was stunned for a moment, as if the system had crashed, and many virtual pages went out.

He became even busier. Sparks flew from his mechanical tentacles as he churned and sent out hundreds of binary commands in seconds.

"Get moving, you bastards! You must enter the final process after 100 standard Terra hours. If any module goes wrong, expect to be banned!"

The black-hearted mechanic oil guys roared in the channel, threatening to ban the mechanical forum, urging those black-hearted mechanic oil guys who were working hard.

He had been caught in the rain, so he tore off someone else's umbrella.

"Work hard, and you will get extra rewards when the project is completed."

Ron looked at the active and bustling dock and was quite satisfied, and promised more rewards.

Over the dock.

Dozens of landing ships flew towards the Evil Omen Ark and entered the huge ship.

Since the Ark of Omen is composed of extremely dangerous debris, the corruption of the Warp, the accumulation of engine meltdowns, or the invasion of heretics and aliens have caused various areas inside to become deadly.

This asteroid-like existence has spawned a complete chaotic ecology inside, like an independent little world, with many predators, parasites, and demons occupying it.

These threats must be eliminated to maintain the operation of all areas of the ship.

In the previous few years.

Ron has always regarded this giant ship as some kind of replica for training new warriors, and every new fear warrior must enter it for training.

Cooperate in the form of a squad or company to wipe out those heretic aliens.

Those Dread Warriors who perform well in the raid will receive more rewards and take on more responsibilities.

Now, the internal cleanup and mopping-up work has reached the final stage, and we just need to proceed step by step.

But he had to speed up temporarily.

The enemy was approaching, faster than expected, and their troop numbers were staggering.

That was the Black Legion's fleet.

As for why Ron was able to receive the news of the enemy's attack so quickly, it was because the Black Legion fleet followed the route he had carefully planned.

There are many reconnaissance points set up along that route, and every move in the area is under their eyes.

This is why he chose Black Abyss Star. Under the influence of the subspace storm, there are only a few routes that can reach here smoothly.

Even if the enemy knows that there may be something wrong with the route map or that there is an ambush on the route, they can only follow that route obediently.

Otherwise, they would have to slowly find a suitable route in the storm and fog.

This process is estimated to take several years or even decades, and will also face the invasion of subspace disasters. It is unknown whether it can be arrived safely.

After all, even the Dream, a ship from the golden age of mankind, took several years of exploration before finding a suitable route.

It would be even more difficult for the Chaos fleets to do this.

Ron looked at the latest information and smiled:
"Lao Dun is really nice. He knew we were short of manpower and sent it all the way here to me."

This is simply a gift package.

The prosperity and development of Black Abyss Star is inseparable from that great plunderer. Most of the resources used to build this place were plundered from the Black Legion.

Many of the fear warriors were also recruited from the Black Legion.

Now when Black Abyss Star is troubled by the shortage of warriors, the other side has sent more troops in time, which can be said to be a timely help.

"Hiss~ I have to thank them when I get a chance. It's also a courtesy..."

Ron wondered whether he should send Abaddon a banner or something after the war to express his gratitude for his selfless dedication to the cause of the Legion of Terror.

After joking for a while, he became serious again and issued combat orders to Black Abyss Star and the core defense nodes.

Jokes aside, it is not easy to take down the Black Legion Chaos Fleet.

He has to race against time with the enemy.

If the Ark of the Ominous Omen cannot set sail in time, the war will turn into a difficult defensive battle, and the Legion of Terror will face an unknown fate.

……

A few days later.

Soul Engine Central Hall.

Ron walked along the passage and could see huge runes, red chains, ritual altars, and a shrine dedicated to Diablo.

what--

A shrill wailing sound was heard.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a strange demon.

The demon's body was bound in brass, gears and pistons, fused together in a horrible way, and it struggled constantly to escape.

When the other party noticed the malicious gaze cast by the Dark Prince, he stopped moving as if in fear.

Afraid of angering this terrible being.

"what is that?"

Ron pointed at the demon twisted in the machine and asked curiously.

"My God, those terrible things are called 'ferrymen'. They are not only the crew members, but also the ship itself. They are one with the ship."

Kaul glanced at the evil abomination and shrugged:

“You know, this ship has a strange shape and the machine spirit is difficult to control. It’s almost like it’s going crazy. Even Master Xiao Ling can’t easily adjust it.

No current array of meditators or mortal minds can handle this ship, so they can only rely on demons to keep the ship running.

There were nine thousand of these abominations on board, and it took us a lot of effort."

Ron looked at the struggling "Ferryman" demon entity and frowned: "These things don't look very reliable..."

"Once you have control of the engine core, these abominations will be obedient. You know they are the ship itself."

"Hiss, can the number of these things be increased?"

"Genius Kaul has calculated that the current number of abomination entities is optimal. If we continue to add more, I'm afraid it will be a waste of resources, which is not very cost-effective."

Kaul retorted subconsciously, not liking any doubts about his designs.

"If not, forget it. I just think the current number is unlucky."

Ron mentioned it casually, without dwelling on the issue, and continued walking forward.

Kaur reacted and felt a little regretful.

He chased after her and said, "That's not impossible. How about 13,000? That's in line with the great holy number!"

This guy cursed himself in his heart for being corrupt. These are all new budgets. If he casts more, wouldn't he be able to make some money from it and subsidize his own projects?

"That's right. You can do whatever you want. Pay attention to these things in the future. Even if it is a Chaos Dark Creation, you must pay attention to the loyalty in the design."

Cawl evaluated the new budget and said cheerfully, "You are right, my Lord Dark Prince, we must be loyal to the great... that existence!"

He didn't dare to say the emperor's name directly.

And these two guys don't even realize the blasphemy involved.

Soon after.

Ron came to the core deep in the hall, where dozens of meters high soul-guiding pillars stood, and underneath them was the soul engine of the giant ship.

The two are closely linked.

Kaul did not approach, but stood at a safe distance:
"That is the control center. Your power is needed to start it successfully. After that, this abominable ship will obey your will."

Ron sat on the mechanical throne without any hesitation. Dozens of cables stretched out like poisonous snakes and pierced his body.

This scene reminded him of the Golden Throne.

When designing the Ominous Ark module, wasn't that a reference?

澎~
He suddenly output evil energy, the cable absorbed the dark red evil energy from the demon body, and then injected it into the soul-guiding pillar.

The pillar of hatred was lit up, and the surging dark red evil energy penetrated into the void.

The Soul Pillars are burning celestial beacons in the Warp, small evil versions of the Astronomican. But that's not enough.

The evil energy of the Chaos Demon Body alone is not enough to continuously output energy to the Soul-Guiding Pillar, and can only serve as a medium of communication.

Afterwards, Ron anchored the dark side of the little sun and used it as the core energy source.

A huge amount of evil energy enveloped the entire hall, and countless dark red semi-mechanical nematodes were born in the soul-guiding pillars, which continued to spread to more ship areas.

That is a dark creation called Demon Steel Nerve.

They will explore and penetrate the hull of the great ship, its internal machinery and operating systems, releasing silicon threads with subspatial properties.

Then they become tangled together, forming cables that resemble flesh and blood synapses.

As the magic steel nerve plexus continued to stretch inside the ship.

With the help of these strange neural cables, Ron gradually came to understand this abominable warship, injected his own will into it, and forced one chaotic machine soul after another to surrender.

The "ferryman" demonic entities or crew members who were responsible for commanding the machine spirits were also entangled in neural cables, with trembling limbs and protruding eyeballs growing around them.

And more fluttering fluff that is highly sensitive to the warp.

All of these are interconnected under the traction of the magic steel nerves, and finally integrated with the preset control center.

Those ancient weapons, shields, mechanical arrays and network systems were gradually awakened: weapon systems based on the principle of digital probability, neutron shields, anti-ballistic artillery, particle beams, quantum communicators, and so on.

A large number of mechanical systems from different eras have been restored to operation.

But most of these things are incompatible, with a lot of gaps or conflicting parts between them.

Fortunately, Kohl led the black oil men to place weapon turrets, shield generators, communication arrays, and even hangars and additional energy engines in vacant positions where accessories could be added.

Under the command of the control center, many devices can operate independently without interfering with each other.

Not only the interior, but also the appearance of this abominable giant ship was affected. Under the influence of the dark side evil energy of the little sun, it gave rise to more mutations.

Ferocious demonic horns grew out of the bow, more chaotic flesh, scaly shells, and bone spurs grew along the hull, and dark red demonic flames ignited in many areas.

The shape of the entire giant ship has undergone a dramatic change, becoming more in line with the image style of the Dark Prince.

"Is this the Dark Forging Technology?"

Ron was shocked by everything he had forged with his own hands. Compared with human casting technology, the dark casting technology of the Chaos Side was obviously more direct and thorough.

Chaos corrodes too fast.

The only drawback is that things must be built first before they can be further corrupted and transformed.

This is equivalent to a secondary transformation.

What's even more tragic is that the Chaos side often does not have a mature industrial system and can only salvage wreckage from the subspace or plunder human mechanical creations for secondary dark processing.

Rumbling--

The Ominous Ark started up and slowly sailed forward, its shadow covering a large area of ​​the air.

All living beings who witness it will involuntarily feel fear.

That heralded the rebirth of this abominable giant ship, and Ron gave it a new name - Heart of Fear.

It will fight with the Legion of Terror and bring more destruction to the enemy!
Soon after, the Heart of Fear left the dock with its army loaded onto it and sailed off into the distance.

Bridge hall.

"Has anyone arrived yet?"

Ron lay on the throne, with many holes on his body that had not yet recovered, and he looked a little weak.

To activate the heart of fear.

He output too much evil energy in a short period of time, and the demon steel nerves also had a certain impact on his demon body. Even his physical recovery was difficult, and he felt weak and empty all over.

This is very dangerous.

In a chaotic world, one must always stay strong in order to suppress those unruly warriors or resist the assassination of chaotic assassins.

"My lord, the Black Sage has arrived!"

The Dark Thunder Guards hurried in with several black creature sages, with complex mechanical devices floating behind them.

Several of those black oil guys were once members of the Savior's Biological Cloning Laboratory, and were in charge of cloning the Chaos Demon Body.

Now the organization has been transferred to Heiyuan Star.

Soon, the black creature sages became busy. They inserted several catheter cables into the back of the Dark Prince and continuously injected black substance.

To promote the recovery of the cloned body.

This is a carefully formulated chaotic substance that is consistent with the absorption capacity of the Chaos Demon Body and is roughly equivalent to amniotic fluid.

Ron felt much better after emergency infusion and stood up from the throne.

He carried the infusion machine with his evil energy and walked to the war sand table. In the black flesh and blood picture, a red punctuation mark was extremely eye-catching.

That is Darkde, an important node planet controlled by the Legion of Dread and the only node leading to the Black Abyss.

If that place is conquered, the enemy can use it as a logistics base and passage to further attack their own nest - Black Abyss Star.

Now, it has become a battlefield.

Ron hoped that the abominable giant ship Heart of Fear could arrive at the battlefield smoothly before the situation got worse...
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Warp storm area.

Darkoda Star.

Boom boom boom——

Many Chaos warships were bombarding each other, with pale green light, torpedoes and shells covered with rotten flesh and blood, and flames erupting from time to time.

obviously.

The Black Legion's Chaos fleet gained the upper hand.

Hundreds of warships and their affiliated battle groups enveloped the Dread Legion's fleet like a dark cloud. They continued to advance the front line with overwhelming force, forcing the Dread Legion's fleet into a more dangerous situation.

At the same time, the Black Legion also sent an elite force to attack the planet where the Legion of Terror was stationed.

Attempting to destroy the planet's defense array.

This puts the entire defense line of the Dread Legion at risk.

Command ship bridge.

"When can we fight back!"

Kerong roared, feeling indescribable frustration in his heart.

The current war situation cannot reflect the power of the Legion of Terror at all. It can be said to be the most humiliating battle since the establishment of the Legion.

"What are you in a hurry for?"

Lu Yang, the wise man of the army, stared at the war sand table, not missing any details: "Everything is going as planned, and it will soon be your turn to play."

"You guys always create chaos and deceive the world with nonsense..."

Kron obviously didn't quite trust this former Tzeentch warrior, who had deceived and teased him several times before and made a mess of everything.

"That was in the past. We have long since abandoned the Lord of Change. Please don't hold that stereotype in your mind."

Lu Yang was full of confidence and uttered some fresh words: "We wise men's deception is directed at the enemy. For our comrades, we abide by the creed of honesty and friendship..."

He subconsciously wiped the triangular eyeball trophy ornament on his body, which emitted a gentle blue evil light.

That is a symbol of wisdom.

Even wise men cannot resist the temptation of spoils of war, because they represent the success of plans or conspiracies time and time again.

The implementation of each plan or conspiracy can bring them more sense of accomplishment and power.

Suddenly, Lu Yang observed the change in the war situation and the formations of both sides had reached the expected positions.

He immediately reminded:

"We can fight back, maybe this will go better than we thought!"

next moment.

Ke Rong's voice roared in the channel: "Quick, rush over and join the battle!"

The Chaos warships of the Dread Legion rushed towards the enemy under fire, launching more Terror Claws at the same time.

A more intense boarding operation began.

……

Black Legion Chaos Warship.

boom--

The hull was melted.

"Kill!"

Several Dread Warriors roared and rushed into the corridor of the ship, encountering three Black Legion warriors head-on.

These warriors' ferocious armor and legendary accessories intimidate the enemy.

Just as the fear warriors tried to attack.

There was the hum of power weapons as two Black Legionaries fell to the ground, their battle-brothers behind them attacking them.

"Don't shoot, brother, he's one of us!"

The Black Legion soldier took out the recruitment notice and held it against his chest like a medal of honor.

(End of this chapter)