Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 437 Savior: Start counterattack, it’s time to hype up the CP!
As soon as Ron finished speaking, the ruins not far away began to move.

A substance as slippery as oil gushed out from the ruins, sticking to the surrounding rubble and iron, and coating the clock faces of the corrupted machines.

In this way, a demonic body was reshaped.

He is seven meters tall, and his body length is several times his height.

With the ticking sound of clock gears, the demon body like a rotten dragon stumbled forward, and a suffocating stench spread again.

That was Karama, the fifth favorite of the Lord of Plague.

As the Emperor focused all his energy on invading the Garden of Nurgle, this favorite survived under Nurgle's protection and grew further with the help of God's grace.

"I will always exist, and Chaos will be renewed and gain the power of rebirth!"

Kalama's hoarse voice came out.

He had just detected that the cursed person had left and there was no trace of any sacred weapon nearby.

The second lost person suddenly felt that he was able to recover.

Now, he has become part of the corrupt machine, supporting the final corrupt network.

As long as he can continue to corrode this place, kill more humans and absorb their souls, he can hold out until the arrival of the Plague Ark and Ku'gath.

We can save the situation.

In this way, the loss of Father Nurgle can be double compensated.

Under the influence of this favourite of Nurgle, the corrupt network has shown signs of resurgence and is once again beginning to corrupt the planet.

In the void phantom, the speed of the Plague Ark seemed to increase further, getting closer and closer.

Their approach causes the mortals on this planet to feel panic involuntarily, which comes from mental pressure.

The filth on those plague arks is enough to turn into a foul ocean and fill the entire planet!
Boom boom boom——

Artillery fire came from a distance, and the soldiers also launched an attack.

Alchemical cannons, bolter shells, and psychic energy bombarded the demon's unnatural body, tearing apart the rancid flesh, but that flesh quickly healed.

All physical attacks were absorbed into the demon's body and disappeared like a stone falling into water.

Not only that, he was also absorbing energy from the real world, causing the temperature around him to drop sharply.

Kalama shook his head, and the smelly hair fluttered around his head like tattered seaweed, and the lightning and fire of the think tanks were diverted in other directions.

The destructive energy was rebounded to the surrounding area, destroying more heavy artillery and machinery.

He is approaching perfection, and the demon's body is still changing, just like the legendary dragon, which grows old and dies under the influence of time, and then is reborn.

Repeated over and over again.

This is Karama's confidence, some kind of immortal existence.

He was snickering: "You cannot harm me. I am the end of time, the ultimate form of corruption, and I am everlasting!"

Kalama lowered his ugly head to the ground and suddenly blew out an unnatural gust of wind, which was filled with fragments of diseased internal organs, maggots, and all kinds of foul and poisonous gases.

The filth corroded more areas, and even the warriors' armor was damaged.

"Fear, I am the dragon of corruption, the hunter of filth, where time dies..."

He said: "You are facing the most powerful demon!"

The cathedral had become a battlefield of corruption, with poisonous mist carried by unnatural gales corroding armor and breathing devices, pouring into throats and attacking internal organs.

The plague virus infected the Primaris Champions and Thunder Guards, causing them to suffer and their health gradually slipping away.

"Why does that guy have so many lines, one after another, he almost has more titles than me."

Ron complained, but his expression was quite serious, not daring to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

According to the habits of this world, a being with so many titles must not be too weak. If one underestimates the enemy, he may end up in disaster.

He swung the Emperor's Sword to cut through the unnatural gales to prevent the virus from affecting him.

This is the weakness of the human body.

No matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably suffer some harm from the material world. If you are injured, you will bleed, and if you inhale viruses, you will still be infected.

Just a while ago, I don’t know which virus released by the damn Nurgle demon I inhaled, and I had a cough, a cold, and a fever.

Fortunately, there was a healing potion and it was cured quickly.

"You guys retreat and heal. The Regent and I will fight it."

Ron ordered the surrounding soldiers to retreat temporarily.

In this kind of big boss battle, there is no need to send elite troops to die, especially when there are no sacred weapons that can restrain the opponent.

If the two primarchs can't deal with that guy, sending these people up won't be of much use.

What's more, he didn't like to scrape people's lives like the Empire did and usher in a tragic victory.

Of course, when the situation becomes difficult, the lives that need to be filled will have to be filled, but not now.

"demon!"

Guilliman's voice was heard: "I am the Lord of Ultramar, the Light of the Imperium, I am the son of the Emperor, and He watches over me now.

I will make you fall, not you make me fall!"

The Imperial Regent began his routine pre-war verbal attack. This was a necessary procedure; the momentum had to be maintained no matter what.

Due to the existence of the subspace, this may affect combat effectiveness.

He roared and launched a charge, the Hand of Domination erupted into a metallic storm, and alchemical ammunition fragments continued to strip the demon's flesh.

The unnatural gale had no power to stop the Primarch.

He had rich combat experience and avoided the sharp swings of the demon's finger bones. His legendary power sword hit the enemy's body many times.

The final blow even chopped off the opponent's ugly head.

However, Karama's momentum did not decrease at all, but became even stronger.

His tail knocked the Regent away, and the oil-like substance reassembled his body:
"Every death makes me stronger. At the end of time, no one will be stronger than me!"

At this time, Ron also finished the urgent strategic arrangements and suddenly jumped in front of the Regent.

Blocked a blow for this brother.

He slid backwards under the heavy blow, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.

"Karama."

Ron stared at the demon with cold eyes: "You will die, die under the sword of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, the Demon Eater, the Emperor's Favorite, the Chaos Plunderer, the Void Storm, the Second Sun, the Guardian of the Mechanical Goddess, the Swarm Destroyer, the Savior of Baal... the Demon Butcher!"

He called out a bunch of names in one breath as if he was naming dishes, and his momentum continued to rise.

In the galaxy, no one has more titles than himself, without revealing his true identity.

As he spoke, the flames of the Emperor's Sword grew more intense.

The golden flames wrapped around the dark gold armor, forming a crown of light above Ron's head and golden flaming wings behind him, making him look even more sacred.

And more deterrent.

The Regent was a little dazed when he saw this scene. This was the first time he saw the Emperor's Sword in such a form and usage.

Why didn't I have this effect when I used that sword?

Could it be that the Emperor's Sword, which he had used for so long, favored his brother more? Isn't this too biased? !
He felt a little sad.

When Karama saw the posture of the Savior and Demon Eater, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Although the Emperor's Sword could kill him before, as long as he avoided the vital parts, he could survive and have a chance to kill the sword holder.

But now, he felt a deadly breath of danger.

"This is impossible!" he roared.

"Perhaps you should calm down and sober up..."

As Ron spoke, a heavy rain containing purifying potions came over and fell on the battlefield.

The weather control device arrived at this airspace and released a large amount of purification agent.

The sacred urn bombs have been used up, but fortunately, I have other means to deal with the plague, but they are not as direct and deadly as the sacred urn bombs.

Accompanied by heavy rain.

The filth in and around the cathedral slowly began to dilute, and the fetid swamp gradually turned into an ordinary quagmire.

The corruption brought by Kalama, the Second Lost, was weakened and the network of corruption stopped spreading.

The raindrops fell on the corrupt dragon-like darling of Nurgle, making it uncomfortable. It could clearly feel the plague virus in its body slowly dissolving.

Before he could react, a new attack came.

The Regent raised his Hand of Rule, and alchemical bolts plowed through the side of the demon's body, causing rotten flesh to explode in the rain.

Afterwards, he used the power sword to cut off a small piece of the bony demon wing.

This temporarily restricted the demon's movements.

"Now, it's time for you, the immortal dragon, to die!"

The golden fire wings behind Ron flapped, and he rushed over at an extremely fast speed, quickly swinging out several swords.

He swung his sword without any pattern, but still hit the demon's body accurately. Flames burst out from the blade like a flag, cutting off more of the abominable parts.

Kalama wailed, barely able to control her body.

He felt that the severed parts of his body were like his soul being cut off, and he had no ability to regenerate.

The sword of the cursed one is so terrible that even the grace of the Lord of Plague cannot protect it!
The closely coordinated attacks of the two Primarchs left this darling of Nurgle no room to breathe, and he gradually fell into a state of defeat.

Ron swung the sword, and flames surged out to form a perfect circle. The blade cut off the demon's forearm and severed the entire left wing, followed by the right leg.

"You can't kill me!"

Kalama screamed and tried to grow new limbs, but was unable to do so.

Those places burned by the flames looked like they were dead.

"You no longer have the power to choose."

Ron neutralized Karama's attacking ability, causing him to fall to the ground, struggling and dying.

Together with the Lord Regent he suppressed this favourite of Nurgle.

At this time, the Thunder Guards rushed up and locked the demon with forbidden chains and collars.

That is the silent blocking device that the Demon Research Institute has been developing for many years. From the collar to the third generation, it has been developed.

Nurgle's fifth favorite was captured and completely blocked in the real universe.

"I cannot be killed, I am death!"

Karama shouted. This guy no longer had the arrogant attitude he had before, but he was still being stubborn.

Ron didn't laugh too much. Who in this world doesn't have a tough mouth?

That's standard.

He stabbed Karama with the Emperor's Sword, causing him to wail even more miserably, and was ready to execute him at any time. But he did not do so.

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

Ron cut off the connection between the demon body and the corrupted machine and said calmly: "You will live forever, my researchers will like you very much, and you will have the honor of experiencing more types of sacred weapons..."

An immortal darling of Nurgle with extremely strong regenerative abilities, wouldn't that be the most high-end and rare research material, a demon guinea pig?

Moreover, this guy has merged with the remains of the corrupted machine, so he has to be studied.

At least we have to find a way to take out the core of the corrupted machine.

After he sent the message to the great sage Mao of the Demon Research Institute, that guy was so happy that he was confused.

Because of such high-end material, they can work on more exciting projects.

After all, ordinary demons will not last long in the experiment and will die.

The Savior and Demon Eater did not hide his thoughts at all.

After Karama understood the information in his words and thoughts, he became even more panicked. The cruelty in the Demon Eater's laboratory was probably not much better than being hit by the weapons of the cursed.

And they might use themselves to experiment with the weapons of the Damned.

When the fifth favorite thought of this, his whole body trembled like a sieve and his eyes softened.

He looked at the savior: "Perhaps, we still have..."

Ron had no interest in talking to him:
"I refuse. You do not deserve any forgiveness. You will suffer eternal torture to atone for the sins of the dead humans in the galaxy."

"You cruel executioner, butcher, you deserve to be cursed!"

Karama's hopes were dashed. He screamed and cursed: "Just wait, the army of Nurgle is coming, and the plague will drown this world..."

He kept on babbling and cursing, trying to stall for time.

Because he is still alive, the corrupt network retains a trace of connection, and the Plague Ark and Ku'gath are about to arrive.

The plague still has a chance to invade here!
"You're waiting for reinforcements, right?"

Ron ruthlessly exposed this favorite of Nurgle: "Unfortunately, you can't wait for reinforcements. They dare not arrive here, let alone fight the two primarchs."

what?
Kalama looked up at the shadow in the sky in horror.

The plague ark closest to Yax suddenly drifted and changed direction, and the other plague arks also turned around and left.

They abandoned their plans to invade this world.

After seeing the damaged corrupt network, the tragic situation of Karama, and the arrival of the Savior Fleet, Ku'gath on the Plague Ark immediately abandoned his teammates and ran away because he was already pessimistic.

He was so frightened that he dared not have any thoughts about this planet.

This is why Ron is so confident.

He knew that Kugath, the pessimistic guy, would not force an attack after falling into a disadvantage, and his fleet had also arrived in the nearby area.

Able to participate in another big war.

The Thunder Guards gave Karama several more bottles of super-concentrated purification potion.

These things cannot kill the demon, but they can purify the plague virus in his body and reduce his power.

As Karama lost more and more plague viruses, his body shrank visibly and became weaker.

He was then sealed in a large container with a stasis field and transported to a transport ship.

Along with it, there are more wreckage of corrupted machines and a complete small corrupted machine, all of which will be sent to the Black Abyss Star.

Let the great wizard and the black oil guys in the Demon Research Institute study it carefully until they crack the corrupt network and find a way to enter the Garden of Nurgle.

"If successful, it will be a historic breakthrough."

Guilliman had no idea where the containers filled with demons and abominable machines would be transported to, but he was still full of anticipation.

He realized the value of that crack network technology.

That not only involves the outcome of the plague war, but also the entire human race's war against chaos.

That technology could give humanity a way to invade the warp.

Ron nodded:

"Yes, if we can completely crack that subspace technology, humans will no longer be passive and will have a chance to fight back.

We can actively open a rift in the real universe and enter the realm of subspace."

For countless centuries, humans have been in a passive situation, unable to influence the realm of chaos, nor have they had any way to enter the realm of chaos on a large scale.

In this way, Chaos has a large rear area that is almost impervious to attack, and will always be invincible.

Today, the Nurgle forces have invaded the galaxy on a large scale with their corrupted networks, which has also given humans an opportunity to launch a counter-invasion and obtain the chaotic network technology that the Lord of Plague has been brewing for thousands of years.

This is a rare opportunity.

Under normal circumstances, an empire that rejects subspace technology and the Black Oilers would not be able to obtain and crack that technology.

But Ron was different.

He formed a large-scale Black Oil Man research team, assisted by the Mechanical Goddess, the Black Machinery Queen and the Thousand Sons Great Wizard.

And he also has the strong support of his special advisor, the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, who provides a lot of dark forging knowledge in the secret library.

Today, the dark forging technology reserves of Heiyuan Star are not inferior to any other place.

It can even help some powerful black oil guys embark on the path of vicious skills, just like the demonic mechanical Vashtor.

Ron believed it.

They will surely be able to unlock the secrets of the Corrupted Web, allowing them to master the technology that breaks down the veil between the Warp and reality.

Of course, most humans find it difficult to withstand the chaotic energy of the warp.

Even if he had the technology, he could only send his most elite warriors into the warp, but that was a good start.

Perhaps, in the future I will be able to create armor that can resist the corrosion of the Warp and more weapons that can restrain the Warp, and send a steady stream of human armies into the Warp.

Let the chaotic beings also taste the feeling of being invaded.

Ron looked into the future and then withdrew his thoughts. The more important thing now was to end the plague war.

This will give it more time to develop.

He looked at the Regent:

"We have secured the important node of Yax. Now it is time to fight back. Humanity needs to reclaim more eroded planets."

Guilliman's face was determined: "The Indomitable Crusade Fleet is ready to launch a counterattack at any time."

"Then let's go, and see you on the battlefield later."

Ron smiled gently. His own troops were also thirsty, especially the Legion of Terror.

He and the Regent divided their troops into two groups and launched a full-scale counterattack against the army of Nurgle to recapture Ultramar and the nearby civilized world.

Then, head straight for the Scourge Stars and make the Great Moth Mortarion completely lose the war in the galaxy!

Ron turned around decisively and headed towards the shuttle.

But after walking a few steps, Lao Ji's resentful voice came from behind: "Ron..."

He turned around and the other person's eyes were fixed on the Emperor's Sword at his waist. It was obvious that he wanted to take back this holy sword that symbolized the highest power of the empire.

The Regent and the Emperor's Sword are symbols of a certain politics, and he must appear in more territories of the empire holding this sword.

"Oops, I almost picked it up."

Ron realized that he had forgotten to return the sword and felt a little embarrassed.

He didn't have much desire to possess the sword because he rarely had the opportunity to use it.

Just think of it as a large toy.

Under normal circumstances, it is better to use the Sacred Urn Bombs to destroy the enemy than to use the Emperor's Sword to risk close combat with the enemy.

Ron handed the Emperor's Sword to the Regent and exchanged it for the legendary power sword "Glory".

Regent Guilliman grasped the Emperor's Sword again, but felt something strange, and the machine spirit in the sword seemed a little dissatisfied.

To be more precise, there is a hint of disgust.

???

This sword that my father once carried has only been in the savior's hands for a short while, but it already starts to dislike its owner?

"By the way, if I have time later, I will borrow this sword to scan it and see if I can study the technology inside it."

Ron suddenly said, thinking of something.

If such weapons could be copied or low-end versions could be mass-produced, then human warriors would become beings that the demons fear.

"no problem."

Guilliman agreed generously, and felt the Emperor's Sword Machine Spirit's satisfaction.

His heart ached a little.

After sending the savior away, the imperial regent immediately ordered someone to bring a full set of maintenance equipment and the purest holy oil.

He wanted to personally apply holy oil to the sword and take good care of it to appease the machine spirit within it...
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Dream.

Sanctuary of the Redeemer, miniature garden.

The sun shines on the green grass, butterflies flutter among the flowers, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

Ron lay in a chair, basking in the warm artificial sun.

He was reading through the latest battle reports. The advancement speed of each unit was quite good, and they had already recaptured several planets.

It’s just that filial son, Lord of the Flies, Typhus, who is quite annoying. He causes trouble everywhere and tries to hinder his progress.

It seems that we have to deal with him.

However, it is not very safe to fight in the original body, as it is easy to fall into Nurgle's trap. If that being suffers a loss, there is a high probability that he will retaliate wildly.

He planned to change into the Dark Prince's vest to deal with the opponent, and at the same time make a name for himself and absorb the dark side's beliefs.

Ding--

Ron received a message from his deputy Taco, saying that he had already arranged a plan and route for the hype with his alias Dark Prince.

He planned to follow the plan and pair the Savior and the Dark Prince together as a couple who are lifelong enemies.

In this way, you can gain a lot of faith by stepping on your left foot with your right foot.

According to Taco's advice, he released a lot of news.

For example, the Savior vowed to kill the Dark Prince; the Savior issued a warning that the Dark Prince was extremely powerful and only the Primarch could deal with him; the Dark Prince might be more terrifying than the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon Kabanha!
That’s right, while he was hyping the product, he also took the opportunity to criticize and take advantage of the traffic of Lao Ka.

Ron got up from his chair and walked out.

He had to play an exhibition match with his own alias, and the operation was quite complicated.

In the void, the Dream unexpectedly met the flagship of the Legion of Terror, the Heart of Terror, and for a moment, the ship's artillery fire roared.

In a farther area, the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha is rushing over here, vowing to chop off the head of the Dark Prince!

(End of this chapter)