Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 427 Kabanha: We must move in, even the Blood God won’t help!
when!
The three clock hands on top of the corruption machine turned backwards at the same time and stopped at seven, triggering more changes.

"seven!"

A loud voice came from the void, followed by a low laugh.

Suddenly, there was a sound like flesh breaking, the curtain of the real world was torn apart, and the sky burst and separated like bubbles.

"That damned moth, has he gotten into the outer perimeter of the Garden of Nurgle?!"

Ron looked at the familiar scenery on the other side of the crack and frowned.

"Oh Savior, what a heretical abomination this is!"

Not only the Savior, but also the nearby warriors saw the crazy scene through the yellowed cracks:

It was a giant garden on a hot summer day, with rotting life bustling in jubilation, and many things with wet and pus-filled skin peeking out from behind the overgrown branches and leaves.

The curtain energy membrane covering the crack is already dilapidated, full of holes, and is still expanding.

The rotten smell of the swamp flowed out more and more, and groups of giant flies with fat bellies flew up from the diseased plants.

They passed through the void and came into the real world.

Ron could clearly feel that the air was becoming hot and humid, and the mature and rotten smell was permeating everything in the area.

The influence of Chaos is deepening, and the corruption machine is already in the process of activation.

It draws in the corrupting energies of the Garden of Nurgle, corroding the area of ​​life and death alike - the ground melts, steel germinates, and vast machinery is twisted into horrific new shapes.

What's even more troublesome is the shadow that is getting closer and closer - the demon army of Nurgle!

He gave more orders:
"Quick, build more defensive lines and never let the Nurgle demons get out of here!"

If those Nurgle demons were allowed to break through the defenses and enter residential areas, it would be a terrible disaster and would cause the planet to be infected and corrupted.

Become the connection point of Nurgle Garden in the real universe.

In this way, Nurgle's army can continue to come out from here and attack the entire Savior territory!

Perhaps, the area of ​​the Empire named the Scourge Stars was conquered in this way.

There is no way to fight back at all.

Under the command of the Savior, more troops arrived from orbit to build a defense line on the ground, and many transport ships pulled several giant tower-shaped mechanical structures over.

More Tech-Priests began to construct some kind of makeshift energy route.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Boom boom boom——

Heavy artillery fire attempted to attack the corrupted machines, but under the influence of the chaotic space energy, all attacks failed.

Perhaps only when the crack subsides will there be a chance to attack.

pat.

A Nurgling fell to the ground.

That indicated that Nurgle life had crossed the boundary between the Warp and reality and came to the surface of this planet.

It climbed up and giggled.

This tiny Nurgle creature looks harmless, only reaching the height of a human's knees, but it holds a deadly threat.

They like to use their fangs and claws to infect their enemies.

"ah!"

The Nurgling imitated the roar of the Great Daemon and charged forward on its calves.

This guy wants to rip open the abdomen of a human target and pull out the other person's intestines to taste.

However, before it could run a few steps, it was crushed with a snap, and the thick juice flowed on the ground.

The Plaguebringer's swollen feet crushed the Nurglings.

Plague messengers arrived one after another. They had single horns on their heads, gloomy faces, and muttered the names of the plagues given to them by their loving father.

And silently counted the numbers of people affected by the plague in my heart.

For example, the number of flies in a swarm, the number of times Nurglings laugh, or the condition of corrupted objects.

It was a task that could never be accomplished, like an eternal torture bestowed by the plague.

There are a total of seven hundred and seventy-seven plague messengers.

They grunted and formed themselves into teams, holding high their banners, and began the parade of countless Nurglings stepping over the ground.

Then, a dull bell sounded and the broken strings made a puffing sound.

A demon vanguard stepped lightly onto the ground.

He looked like a demon, but also more like a human, with his eyes rolling around.

The pioneer coughed hard, spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling phlegm, then took out a horn, put it in his mouth and blew it hard.

The leaky mouth blew out a few puffs of air, causing the rusty horn to burst out with a terrible sound.

All demonic beings looked over here.

Pioneer was very happy to see so many people paying attention to him. He straightened his back even more, and more maggots came out of his fat belly.

He took a deep breath and said in a clear and loud voice:
"Rotten cauliflower, AIDS, syphilis, genital warts, the first lord of the Ninth Demon Palace - Sithiras!"

at the same time.

Many giant flies chanted the name of the great blasphemer, the ninth great demon of Nurgle, praising his unparalleled achievements.

That being concocted a wonderful human virus that infected countless lives, and was also the first demon in the Garden of Nurgle to fight against the great demons under the Lord of Pleasure.

It can be said that he has made great military achievements.

The Vanguard shouted excitedly: "He is coming, he is coming, the great Lord Sithiras!"

Following the stench, a plague giant stalked in, leaving rotting warts in his wake with every step.

Its bloated body is colorful and huge, and the green fat is constantly shaking, releasing various targeted pathogens.

"Hiss~ What a scary guy..."

When Ron heard the name and abilities of Nurgle's ninth favorite, he took a deep breath.

He took a step back and looked at Carter:

"I'm afraid our defense force is not enough. I suggest we continue to strengthen our defense and transfer all the sacred urn bombs nearby!"

The arrival of this darling of Nurgle caused many people to panic.

Dang rang~
In the distance, a transport worker wearing a full-covering biochemical protective suit was lying on the wheel hub repairing a car. His hand shook and the repair machine fell to the ground.

He glanced at the time, immediately gave up the idea of ​​repairing the car, and asked for help:
"Emergency call from C98 of the Third Transport Team. The large transport truck here has been severely corroded and damaged. There is no possibility or time to repair it!

New vehicles are needed here to transport the core equipment of the Holy Wall. The relevant equipment must be delivered within ten minutes!"

The support came quickly.

Just over ten seconds later, a fighter jet flew over here and will temporarily take on the function of transportation.

Afterwards, a shrill alarm sounded in the communication channel.

When the transport worker heard the alarm, he turned around and ran backwards without even taking care of his repair tools.

The concentration of chaotic energy in this area is about to reach the limit, and it is no longer suitable for mortals to stay here.

They must evacuate, otherwise they will turn into zombies!

at the same time.

The fighter jet hoisted the core components several meters high and headed towards the battlefield area without hesitation, moving forward courageously.

Thick yellow smoke filled the air, and the factory area covering dozens of kilometers was seizing every opportunity to build layer upon layer of defense.

Because the chaotic life gathered here are all Nurgle's favorites:
The most disgusting and disease-spreading plague bringers, huge, rotten, mutated Nurgle beasts, and truck-sized carrion grubs.

And many more terrifying Nurgle demons.

Large groups of Nurgle creatures marched forward to the sound of cheerful orchestral music. Plague spread wherever they passed, and even bubbles appeared on the steel pillars.

Because of their horrific infectiousness, these Nurgle armies don't have to do anything but go wherever they want to go and turn the surrounding area into a paradise of plague.

This is why the Savior built a defense.

Simply defeating these Nurgle demons will not solve the problem, but may spread the plague.

Because they are more terrifying than any other kind of demon and more deadly to mortals, even if a Nurgling escapes into a living area, it can cause great trouble.

In the sky, a large number of fighter planes were bombing.

But the attack had little effect. Many bombs were corroded by the yellow fog covering the sky and became ineffective before they could even land.

bang bang bang-

The Space Marine troops were in bunkers, shooting at any Nurgle demons that approached the defense line, not letting any escape.

"Father above, let the virus consume this planet, and the anchor of the plague will be forever!"

Sithiras marched with heavy steps, commanding a large number of troops towards the defense line. Wherever he passed, everything withered and died, twisting into a morbid appearance.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, several sacred ashes bombs flew over.

"Ah, it's that cursed weapon!"

The ninth great demon of Nurgle was not at all panicked, but instead drove his army to speed up.

The hope is to corrode more areas faster, accumulate enough energy to anchor the corruption machines, and form a fixed transmission channel on this planet.

buzz~
One golden sun after another rose up, and was gradually extinguished by the yellow mist created by more corrupt machines.

The Garden of Nurgle unleashed a continuous stream of corruption, which along with the divine energy perished, extinguishing the terrifying weapon orb.

"Look, savior, the cursed weapon you relied on has become ineffective. Under the care of the loving father, the corrupt prince has found a way to deal with it."

Sithiras reveled and laughed wildly, and the orchestral music became more passionate for a moment.

He wanted to occupy this planet, use it as a node to conquer more savior territories, and then use this record to gain the favor of his father.

More importantly, he didn't want to lose to that favored bastard Kugath. That guy had obtained too many resources to achieve such an amazing result.

If you can use your limited resources to gain more delicious and abundant results, you will be respected by everyone!
Thinking of this, the ninth darling became even more excited and couldn't wait to infect more places.

"It's troublesome..."

Ron looked at everything on the battlefield with a frown on his face.

This was the first time that the Sacred Urn Bomb lost its deterrent effect on the battlefield, dealing a blow to our morale.

But this is also within the predicted range.

After all, it has been half a century since the first launch of the Holy Ashes Bomb, so it is normal for the demons to develop some countermeasures.

In some cases, the Emperor is not omnipotent.

He turned to look at the Mechanical Great Sage beside him and asked, "Great Sage, when will the sacred wall be built?"

The Mechanical Great Sage lowered his head and calculated frantically, and even his reply seemed extremely hasty: "Mechanical Goddess, according to the current assembly progress, it will be completed in ten... no, eight minutes.

Taking into account the time for energy drainage, it will take about eight minutes and thirteen seconds..."

He was quite rigorous and gave a specific time.

Behind the two of them, a prismatic mechanical tower rose from the ground, with many technical priests busy assembling various modules inside.

Boom——

Sithiras led seven times more Nurgle Daemons and more Plaguebringers to destroy a line of defense, and the plague swamp spread further.

Under the corrosion of the yellow fog, the remaining defense line was also crumbling, and it was obviously no longer necessary to defend it.

Seeing this, Ron simply ordered the soldiers to retreat to avoid unnecessary casualties, and he went to face Sithiras alone, the surging spiritual energy in his body burning the surrounding yellow fog.

"Savior, or should I call you Demon Eater? Your weapon is ineffective, just like a blood bat with its teeth pulled out."

Sithiras' voice was hoarse, and his huge and fat body looked down at the Primarch of Hope: "You alone can't resist my army. This planet belongs to me!"

As he spoke, more plague messengers and demons surrounded this powerful being.

"Sorry, you are surrounded."

Ron calculated the time silently, looked up and smiled, as if it was not himself who was about to be surrounded, but the demons in front of him.

"what?!"

Sithiras was stunned, then seemed to realize something. He looked suddenly in a certain direction and found a strange mechanical tower hidden behind the shielding device.

He had a bad feeling and immediately shouted, "Vomitor, destroy the mechanical creatures over there!"

The huge demon that looked like a mountain of flesh stopped and took aim, then launched a large mass of corrosive pus toward the mechanical tower.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

hum! ! !
The technical priest connected the last section of the pipeline, and golden energy instantly spread from the depths of the sacred tower dozens of kilometers away, forming one energy channel after another on the earth.

Afterwards, these holy energies ignited one mechanical tower after another around the battlefield, emitting brilliant light.

All the light balls were connected to each other, completely surrounding the area and forming a circular cage of light.

For some reason, the energy of the sacred tower became stronger, and a faint feeling of comfort came over me.

what! ! !
The zombies and demons within the range of the light were turned into ashes under the burning of the holy light, and even the spreading yellow fog was blocked.

The power of the Garden of Nurgle, or Father Nurgle, has been hindered.

That is the sacred wall.

It is a modular defense line that can temporarily draw energy from the Holy Tower to form a defense wall capable of blocking Chaos Demons.

Such special equipment can cooperate well with the Sacred Tower to defend important planets.

Too bad it's just a one-time thing.

The equipment in those mechanical towers cannot support the divine energy for long.

Even so, it is enough to play an important role in key battlefields.

This sudden change brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.

The Nurgle demons stopped, the joyful orchestral music seemed to lose its passion, and then became silent.

Many powerful demons looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Now, it's my turn to close the door and beat the dog..."

Ron looked at Sithiras with a cold gaze. It was these plague bastards who caused the suffering of all creatures in the galaxy!

He forced a faint smile, his teeth were white: "Sitiras, your end is here!"

The words just fell.

More Holy Urn bombs were launched, bombarding the corrupted machines and the areas where the Nurgle demon army was located. One sun after another was burning the yellow fog.

Nurgle demons can certainly develop a way to temporarily resist the holy light, but the prerequisite is that our firepower is not strong enough.

Now that the Holy Wall has weakened the yellow fog, the ash bomb will be more effective.

In fact, even without the Holy Wall, as long as Ron could dispatch more and stronger Holy Urn Bombs in time, he could still defeat the opponent.

Firepower can solve everything!
Gradually, the yellow fog became thinner, and the power of Nurgle transmitted through the channel could not keep up with the speed of consumption.

The corrupted machine also shook violently and was on the verge of collapse.

"No, my promise to my loving father, my plague germs!"

Sithiras could no longer be happy. His rotten fat face was wrinkled into a ball. He was afraid that his great plan would be ruined!

"My Lord of the Ninth Demon Palace, perhaps we should retreat..."

The vanguard demon was in a panic, without the flattery he had before, and he didn't even bother to pick up the precious horn that had fallen into the mud.

After he realized that the yellow mist representing the father's protection was about to lose its effect, he began to feel fear.

The horror of the cursed weapons and the demon eaters came to mind again.

It's not just the vanguard demons, but the entire Nurgle army, they are extremely scared.

The powerful demons that had come into contact with the Demon Eater before were trembling in fear, and the Plague Messengers stopped mumbling and calculating, but instead observed the escape route.

As for the Nurglings, they were screaming and running around.

Under the threat of the energy of the damned and eternal death, the army of Nurgle lost its will to fight.

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Sithiras gasped heavily, his face full of hesitation. He didn't want to go back in humiliation.

yah~
Another sacred urn bomb exploded, and the cursed light penetrated the yellow mist and burned his body.

The stinging pain sobered the ninth favorite.

"Dear father, I have failed to live up to your love..."

After Sithiras cried out in grief, he immediately sat on the sedan chair made of rotten trees and vines, and then issued an order to retreat: "Quick, leave here!"

No matter what, it is more important to save your life.

"Hey!"

When the Vanguard Demon heard the order to retreat, he immediately smiled and directed the Plague Walker carrying the sedan chair to run towards the passage where the corruption machine was.

The Ninth Darling is so large that he must use a vehicle to move quickly.

The vanguard thought the Plague Walker was not fast enough, so he joined the group carrying the sedan chair and ran forward breathlessly.

The Nurgle army gathered together and rushed towards the passage.

However, they were only halfway there.

Then, a brighter ball of light exploded in the area where the corrupted machine was located. The sacred energy completely burned the chaotic evil energy supporting the machine.

Rumble, the corrupted machine collapsed and turned into parts all over the ground.

The crack could not hold on and collapsed in an instant, and the shadow of the Garden of Nurgle disappeared like foam.

It’s over, there’s no way back!

The Nurgle demons looked at this scene and became more and more desperate, and became a mess.

"No!"

The ninth favorite, Sithiras, was also thrown over in the chaos, falling from the sedan chair to the ground, looking extremely miserable.

"Ahhhhhh, the Demon Eater is coming to eat us!"

The Nurglings hugged each other, trembling and crying loudly, no longer having their previous ferocious appearance.

"It's time for the final step, give them a good bath!"

Ron looked at the battlefield not far away and issued the final order, asking the mechanical sages to start the weather regulation machines and send down heavy rain containing purifying agents.

That's a weapon of mass destruction.

Now, without the protection of the yellow fog, the Nurgle demons will be completely exposed to the attack range of the purification potion.

The weather conditioning machine starts.

Accompanied by thunder, dark clouds gathered quickly, and then a crystal clear rain fell.

At this moment, the Nurgle demons suffered a double critical hit from the Holy Urn Bombs and the Purification Potion.

Batch after batch of Nurgle demons fell to the ground wailing, and all kinds of green grass, flowers and vines grew on their bodies, and then they completely lost their voices.

When the heavy rain stopped.

This area, corrupted by a terrible plague, was transformed into a jungle paradise of lush green plants.

Those plants absorbed a large amount of nutrients, became extremely lush, and quickly absorbed and cleaned up all the pollution.

Soon, the foul smell dissipated, and the entire area was filled with fresh air after the rain and the fragrance of grass and flowers, without a trace of pollution.

This Nurgle-corrupted hell has become the best place in Mattila, without a doubt.

"My dear...my dear father..."

A large flower bush struggled slightly, and a faint sound was heard.

That was the ninth favorite, Sithiras. The plague bacteria in his body were almost completely gone, but he still survived tenaciously.

Ron walked up to the evil Nurgle demon and took out a small sacred urn bomb.

He raised his hand slightly: "Asshole, you shouldn't have come to the Milky Way..."

Peng!
The sacred weapon was fired, reducing Sithiras to ashes, and Nurgle's plan to occupy Mathira and even the Savior's territory was bankrupt.

"Hiss~ Is that guy Lao Ka coming soon?"

Ron suddenly thought of this question.

I'm afraid there will be another big battle next, but fortunately, the powerful emperor's love "The Great Tsar" will be in place soon.

Fortunately, that guy Lao Ka arrived late. If he had come with the Nurgle army, it would have been difficult for me to resist...
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Warp, wasteland.

"It seems that the destined enemy has become stronger again..."

Kabanha looked at the video of the tragic death of Nurgle's army with a solemn expression.

He was somewhat glad that he was more cautious and did not charge directly like the Nurgle army did, but instead took a temporary break and waited for that bastard Sithiras to test the enemy situation.

Sure enough, the Savior has hidden some terrible weapon, specifically designed to target Nurgle demons.

“So…does the Savior have any weapons specifically for me?

After all, I am his lifelong enemy. It is impossible for him not to be on guard. It is very likely that he has made even more terrible weapons waiting for me!"

This supreme bloodthirsty demon was doubtful and a little hesitant, or even cowardly.

I am not that afraid of ordinary sacred urn bombs, but what if there are more powerful weapons?

He must never take the risk of attacking the Savior's territory again, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Are we going to retreat just like that?

Kabanha looked at his capable general Baal and hesitated: "Perhaps, we should..."

He couldn't utter the word "retreat". He led the most elite troops in the history of the Blood God here, but he ran away before he even saw the enemy.

In this case, the Khorne Demons below would probably not accept it, and the Blood God would skin him alive.

But if you continue to attack, you will face the threat of death.

Baal saw the hesitation of the Supreme Bloodthirster and immediately replied firmly: “My Lord, the war situation in the galaxy has changed, and we should turn back.

Going to Ultramar is the most correct outcome!"

Kabanha nodded wildly: "Yes, that's what I thought. Let's turn in!"

We must turn around. Even if the Blood God comes, it won't help. He can't control us now anyway.

Nothing is more important than your own life!

However, when Kabanha gave the order to move to Ultramar, he was opposed by many Khorne Daemons.

It seems that this war is inevitable...

(End of this chapter)