Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 431 is here, the ultimate melee in Ultramar!

Gauss carefully closed the booklet and put it inside the storage layer on his back, then picked up the giant power axe and carried it behind him.

The whole action seemed a bit elegant, without too much of the rudeness of the Ogryns.

This great Chapter Master, Primaris Ogryn, is a very smart guy. He always thinks that he is a wise being and is not inferior to any human.

He was also deliberately imitating the behavior of the wise men.

For example, wearing glasses, and including some proverbs and allusions in speech, although most of them are savior quotes.

Afterwards, he led several Primaris Ogryn and walked towards the Regent's Primaris in orderly steps.

Gao Si was quite polite: "I am Lin Dazhihui, the commander of the Giants and the Oger... Gao Si, do you have anything to ask me?"

Call ~
Dovaro exhaled, and even the Primaris warriors behind him were a little surprised.

When these Ogryn warriors came before them, they truly felt their astonishing size, so much so that even they, the Primaris, had to look up.

And he can feel the terrible power contained in the other person's body.

"Brother Gao Si, we are just looking around, there is nothing special about it..."

Dovaro was a little embarrassed and asked tentatively: "Were you reading a book just now? What book were you reading?"

As they were talking, the other Primaris warriors also pulled their ears curiously. People's curiosity will never disappear.

It is well known in the Empire that Ogryn is a big fool.

Even a smart head that has been transformed only has the most basic intelligence. It is good enough that it can understand what people say, let alone read books.

They didn't quite believe that the genetically modified Ogryn would become that smart.

"God bless you, do you like reading books too?"

Gauss seemed quite interested in this topic and listed some of his favorite books, including some imperial works on art, mathematics, and faith.

He also recited a famous hymn of the state religion in public in an attempt to discuss the issue.

at the same time.

The somewhat honest Ogryn warriors behind him also took out their notebooks, looking as if they were learning.

"Well... I'll go back and take a look at what you said."

Dovaro was a little confused, he didn't know any of these. Space Marines would learn some knowledge and skills, but most of them were related to combat and equipment maintenance technology.

Simply put, he is just a rough guy who has no interest in culture and art.

“Well, maybe you should improve your cultural literacy.

The Savior said that knowledge is power, and the regiments of the new era must develop comprehensively. "

Gauss pushed up his glasses and looked at the leader of the Primaris, but he suddenly lost interest in him.

I acted like I didn't want to chat with uneducated people.

He glanced at the time and said goodbye politely: "It's time for cultural classes now. We also have to learn painting. Excuse me, I'll take my leave first."

In addition to regular tactical training, the Giants' Regiment now also arranges cultural courses such as High Gothic, painting, music, and mathematics to improve the cultural level of these Ogryn people as much as possible.

This is also helpful for intelligence.

For the Ogryn people, who already have strong physical fitness, any improvement in intelligence can lead to a qualitative leap in strength.

Of course, these courses are not very difficult, they are roughly at the level of Zhongsi Academy Elementary School, which is about one-fourth of the cultural level of the Savior.

After all, not all Ogryns who have undergone genetic brain modification are as smart as Gauss, but they are also very amazing.

After so many years of development, the courses at Zhongsi College, an institution dedicated to training elites, have become very difficult.

According to a top-secret secret within the academy, even the savior himself only has a mid-level academic level in the academy.

It’s just that to the outside world he is the college’s highest honorary scholar and highest honorary dean.

That portends unparalleled knowledge and wisdom.

In fact, when these Ogryns modified their brains and tested their IQs, even the Savior himself was surprised.

The IQs of those Ogryns are almost catching up with normal people, and some special individuals are even smarter.

He even suspected at one point that the Lord of Change was behind this, but he couldn't find out anything.

In the end, he could only attribute it to the combined effects of a second blessing and the genetic modification of his brain. Perhaps this was just an accident of nature.

"Emperor, this... this is really weird..."

Dovaro murmured, realizing that his culture and wisdom were despised by the Ogryn people, and he felt a little ashamed.

How absurd is that?
He looked at the Ogryns who were marching in formation and reciting hymns, and he and the Primaris looked at each other in confusion, and for a moment they were in chaos.

Weird, so weird!
"What do you think? Should we learn some culture as well?"

Suddenly, Dovaro said this, otherwise his knowledge and wisdom would be inferior to Ogrin's in the future.

How embarrassing is that?

In the realm of the galaxy, this is almost the same as humiliating someone as a fart who had his toes stepped on.

The base of the Giant Regiment.

There was silence in the painting room. The Ogryn warriors sat with their heads held high, just like good little kids.

“Students, the theme of today’s painting is to praise our great and merciful savior!
The point is to depict his generous, majestic and compassionate figure, which is not an easy task..."

The painter, dressed in a simple yet gorgeous robe, stood on the podium and assigned tasks to the students in a feminine voice.

“This is a reference, a sacred painting, a work approved by the Savior, and the original painting hangs in the main hall of the Spire Palace.

It is worth noting that this is my work, and I am extremely honored for it! "

He was somewhat moved by himself, and trembling all over, he lifted the curtain, revealing a holy painting of the Savior wearing golden armor and looking at the people with compassion.

The Ogryn warriors applauded enthusiastically, then focused their attention on appreciating the painting, while taking note of some of the key points the painter had said, such as which look conveyed the savior's mentality, and which stroke contained a metaphor.

Of course, this also includes specific painting techniques.

After the painter's explanation, it was time for the Ogryn warriors to practice.

They sit on specially made alloy stools, mix the paints by themselves, and then crouch down and patiently begin to paint on the canvas.

The paintings of these Ogryn warriors are not very good. Except for some special individuals, most of them are only slightly better than graffiti, and can barely show the appearance of a savior.

But none of this matters.

Because this course is mainly to hone the patience of the Ogrins and suppress their temper, so that they can maintain more rationality in the chaotic battlefield.

"Oh my god, Gauss, you are such a talented painter!"

When the painter saw Gauss's paintings, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and let out an exclamation of admiration.

In the painting, the Ogrins were kneeling on the ground, reaching their hands toward the sky in hope, while the savior was looking at them in pity like a saint in mid-air.

Although the painting is sloppy, the emotion it contains is real enough to become a sacred painting and hang in a small church.

It is incredible that a painting created by Ogrin could be of such a standard.

"Hey, this... this is all because of the teacher's good teaching."

After receiving the praise, Gauss couldn't stop smiling. He scratched his head, and the paint on his fingers left mottled marks on his brain.

Afterwards, he gently picked up the paintbrush and began to paint with full concentration, putting almost all his emotions into it.

After a few hours, the painting class ended.

Gauss summoned a small transport sphere and solemnly placed his painting, which had received high marks from the artist, and an article of praise titled "My Genetic Father, the Savior" into it.

That was the homework he gave to the Gene Father Savior.

Recently, the Savior has been very concerned about the Giants Regiment and has been paying attention to their studies and grades.

It was an immense favor, and even caused jealousy among other chapters.

Those chapter leaders also began to hand in their homework to the Father of Genes in different forms. The Legion of the Sons of Man even sent people directly to the door to prepare a very delicious barbecue for the Savior.

Barbecue ingredients are the biggest gain of the Children of Mankind in the Plague War.

They recaptured the planet that had been invaded by Nurgle and captured a mutated Nurgle beast-daemon with the strength of a great demon.

Afterwards, they used their superb cooking skills to dismember the abominable beast and marinate it into edible pieces of meat, which they then grilled. It was quite delicious.

That is the highest skill of the Son of Man.

However, what makes the Son of Man depressed is that the Gene Father and Savior does not seem to be very satisfied.

They’ve kind of fallen out of favor.

The troops that the Savior cares about the most and loves the most have become the Giant Regiment.

whoosh-

Gauss started the transport machine, and the sphere flew towards the temporary savior sanctuary at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the sky.

……

Temporary Sanctuary of the Savior.

"Not bad, there is progress..."

Ron was very satisfied after reading the moving hymn titled "My Genetic Father Savior".

The academic performance of these Ogryn warriors is getting better and better, which means their wisdom is improving.

It is of great help to them on the battlefield.

After all, the positioning of Space Marines is to be elite soldiers or squad fighters. It is not feasible to charge recklessly. They must charge wisely.

"Old Ji, take a look at this painting. It's pretty good, isn't it? It's a gift from the Giants' Regiment..."

Afterwards, he stood up again and pointed at Gauss's painting of "The Great Savior" on the wall, as if he was showing off his own child.

The original body has a blood relationship with his descendants, and often has the mentality of an old father.

Of course, that was not as close as the relationship between the Emperor and his Primarch.

Roan, the fake Primarch, is not much different from the real Primarch in terms of his connection with his offspring.

"This painting is full of emotion..."

Regent Guilliman nodded, and saw the intention of this painting, which was the respect and worship of the gene descendants for the gene father. He suddenly thought that his gene descendants seemed to have never given him anything.

I felt a little lost for a moment.

The regent cares a lot about the emotions between people, which proves that he is a human being, not some kind of god to be worshipped.

He hated the feeling of being worshipped.

He prefers to be with people who are less afraid of him, such as a female wandering trader who dares to give him a nickname.

But no matter how hard Guilliman tried to get closer to his offspring and subordinates, there seemed to be an insurmountable barrier between the two sides.

They seem to regard themselves as objects that need to be worshipped.

He pondered and felt somewhat envious of the relationship between Brother Ron and his descendants. Even though the other party tried hard to make themselves objects of worship, they were still more humane.

"Hey, try this, the work of the Son of Man..."

The Savior's passionate voice was heard, and a stasis field food box floated over. The time was in the eternal force field, and it contained hot grilled skewers.

That's the leftover food from yesterday.

"What is this made of?"

Guilliman took out a bunch and tasted it, and found it to be delicious and unique in taste. Even as the regent, he could not tell what the ingredients were.

"Ahem, that's the flesh of the Nurgle beast..."

Ron hesitantly revealed the specific ingredients of the kebabs.

What's the difference between barbecue made from mutated Nurgle beast meat and eating it directly?
The difference is that the mutated Nurgle beast is a hundred times more smelly than any Olige, it is simply disgusting.

Strictly speaking, it is the harmless ultimate oreo with the smell of barbecue, made by the children of mankind with terrifying craftsmanship.

It is indeed delicious and he only realized it after he showed off.

For things like this, you need more than one person to experience it to feel balanced.

Guilliman looked at the empty sticks in his hand and froze for a moment. He had already shown off a whole string.

I was "plotted against"!

"Very good, give all of these to me."

He was silent for a while, then smiled a slightly stiff smile and took away the entire stasis field.

There are also quite a few Nurgle kebabs there.

According to the answer given by the Lord of Change, the bastard Lion King is still alive, so let's give him a taste of it later...

After this little episode, the two walked out to the balcony.

In the field of vision, the world of Yax Hospital has become lush and green, almost turning into a garden-like world.

The Savior's troops transformed the planet at an astonishing speed and provided abundant supplies, which also allowed the patients on the planet to live a convalescent life that was almost like a vacation.

In the distance, the technical priests were evacuating as the mechanical towers throughout the core area were completed.

They will be built into a sacred wall surrounding the core of corruption.

As for the energy needed for the sacred wall, the sacred tower had already been secretly built and could be activated at any time.

Batch after batch of elite Space Marines, Primaris and Grey Knights also arrived at their respective defense zones, which meant that Yax's preparations for war were complete.

They will eradicate all corrupt machines from this planet in one fell swoop.

Boom boom boom——

At the same time, the roar of gunfire rang out in various defense zones, and the soldiers cooperated with the Grey Knights to annihilate the hidden plague bringers.

Lest they create more chaos at a critical moment.

"There are seven warp-corruption machines on this planet. Mortarion really spent a lot of money on them..."

Ron let out a long sigh.

Even Mattila, an important planet in the Savior's territory, only has one corruption machine, but the number here is seven times that!
That means Nurgle is determined to take this planet, and will send at least seven times more Nurgle troops than before.

There will be many more powerful beings attacking.

The entire Ultramar will also usher in more chaos, and all the hidden troops will have to be dispatched.

That will be a super-large-scale apocalyptic war covering many star regions!
The Regent held the Emperor's Sword tightly, his face firm: "Now everything is ready. No matter how many hateful armies come to attack us, we will make sure they never return..."

This was the richest battle he had ever fought, and since they were fighting side by side with their brothers, there was absolutely no possibility of failure!
Fungal Abyss.

In the dim secret room, the collision sound of the clock gears became more and more rapid, which indicated the arrival of a certain moment.

"Why is this happening? I can't quite understand the fate of corruption..."

Mortarion was leaning on a giant sickle, with a hint of doubt in his cloudy eyes, and he felt a little uneasy.

Lately, things in Ultramar have become increasingly strange.

When the latest intelligence came, he was surprised to find that more and more enemies seemed to appear in this star field.

The Savior's support troops have arrived one after another.

The Eldar and Necrons attacked a plague base on the outskirts, the Greenskins rammed an incoming Chaos fleet without warning, and the unknown Terror Legion attacked the corrupted network in the north.

These don't seem to be accidents, but purposeful operations?

For a moment, the Death Lord had the illusion that the whole world was his enemy, as if Ultramar was surrounded by even more terrifying enemies.

However, that is just speculation.

This cannot be reflected in either intelligence or divination.

“Perhaps, there is some force that influences all this?”

Mortarion thought of a certain unpredictable existence and had a guess.

Fortunately, there is good news.

The ruler of the Legion of Terror, a guy named the Dark Prince, seems to have a great hatred for the Savior.

He led his legion to attack the Savior's fleet, almost forcing the entire fleet to retreat. He also slandered the Savior and vowed to kill him in a duel.

To put an end to the deceitful Primarch of Hope.

Perhaps, that is a person who can be fought for and can be a useful helper.

If there is a chance in the future, I can try to win him over.

Mortarion contacted Father Nurgle and told him his speculation and concerns that the Lord of Change might have participated in and influenced the war.

But that being was not too worried about this, as the Lord of Change was no match for him at all, not with those shameful means behind the scenes.

It is not enough to shake his great plan.

As for the newly appearing enemies, just kill them all. No one can resist the will of the plague!

The benevolent father of Nurgle paid a greater price to give Mortarion more divine grace and more elite Nurgle armies, urging him to launch further wars as soon as possible.

Capture the Regent and destroy Ultramar!
"Go my darling, Ultramar will fester, let it roll, twist, and churn until all the land is filled with poisonous bile..."

He said so.

When the ceremony was over, the smell of decay on Mortarion became stronger, and a pair of corrupt wings appeared behind him.

Now his strength has been further improved and he has gained more troops.

Accompanied by the sound of roaring bells.

Mortarion breathed heavily, his voice eerie and terrifying: "Then let the war begin. Let His evil gift spread across the realm of the false emperor, and all enemies will be corrupted..."

He has decided to destroy all enemies who dare to enter Ultramar!

Following the Death Lord's orders, all Nurgle's armies were mobilized, launching a larger-scale invasion.

Chaos beings such as Kugath and Kamala also set off with their armies, targeting the important war node Yax.

They need to activate the corrupt network there, completely occupy the planet, and then brew the ultimate poisonous weapon - the Divine Plague.

Ku'gath boarded the Plague Ark with Nurgle's father's artifact, the Great Cauldron.

The huge Plague Ark sailed out from the strange sky of Nurgle Garden, as if it was sailing steadily on a calm sea.

Their total number is seven.

These Plague Arks were once living creatures - behemoths called Void Whales that were larger than any ship, and they might even still be alive, imprisoned by the will of the Plague Lord.

The Plague Ark screamed and sang in extreme regret, its fins and tail drooping limply.

Their bodies had long since rotted away, like bloated corpses, with countless maggots living under the thick fat, and the interior that had been hollowed out to become the hull's chamber was stinking.

Now they are filled with Nurgle life.

Accompanied by the sad song of whales, these rotten giant ships are moving further and further away...
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A subspace region somewhere.

The vast wasteland is filled with Khorne's demon army.

The supreme bloodthirster Kabanha followed the advice of his confidant Baal and did not show up in Ultramar immediately in order to avoid alerting the enemy.

These terrible armies are eager for war and are biding their time.

And now, the time has finally come, and the battle for Ultramar has begun.

woo-

The war horns sounded, and the armies of Khorne began to move with a roar.

They will join the fray, unleash their fury upon the armies of Nurgle and reap the sweet spoils of victory.

"Damn it, how arrogant is this?!"

On the hideous brass chariot, the Savior's lifelong enemy, the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha turned red, and the flames turned half the sky red.

He just received news that a certain rampant dark prince had declared war on the savior and wanted to duel with him?
That was something he couldn't stand.

Because the only one who is qualified to challenge the savior is yourself!

To the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon, this was like a third party suddenly appearing between two people. Who could stand this?
Kabanha's eyes were bloodshot: "Dark Prince, I will definitely take off and crush your head!"

(End of this chapter)