Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 441: Tears, the Overly Loyal Legion of Terror
"The abomination is attacking, everyone seek cover and implement the plague weapon prevention plan!"

Ward tried to pull himself away from the despair and shouted with an almost voiceless throat.

The plague weapons used by the abomination warriors are so terrible.

Plague bombs exploded one after another on the front line, and expanding yellow explosion clouds filled the sky, then spread downwards, obscuring the trenches.

The poisonous fog was unusually thick, to an unnatural degree, and more wailing could be heard from the fog.

Ward instinctively tightened his protective suit, then remembered something and quickly took out the special repair tape to wrap the torn area tightly, round and round.

He repaired every possible breach.

Imprisoning one's body in protective clothing filled with old sweat and low-quality odor.

The plague fog came over little by little, reaping the lives of the soldiers.

"We have encountered the most terrible plague since the war!"

Ward saw with his own eyes a soldier who was infected with the plague in an instant because his mask fell off, and turned into a swollen, pale corpse.

That was just the beginning, and then the plague desecrated the corpse, causing it to rise again.

Snapped--

His laser pistol blasted the plague zombie's head to prevent further desecration of the soldier's body.

However, none of this helped.

The poisonous fog of the plague still drifted over coldly, drowning the trenches and the sounds of firing along the way, and even the mechanical artillery was corroded and silenced.

Next to him, the sergeant with only one hand left shouted and fired aimlessly:
"Sir, we can't stop it. We can't stop the abomination's attack at all. We're all going to die!"

"We can't hold on any longer. Let's retreat."

"Death to all heretics!"

Ward knew he couldn't hold the position, and even his superiors had lost contact with him, but they still didn't issue the order to retreat.

Where can they retreat to? And if they escape, who can protect the tens of millions of lives in Harbor City?
But he also did not execute the cowardly non-commissioned officer who suggested retreat.

It’s better to let them die on the battlefield, at least we can fire a few more bullets.

The major had made up his mind to die.

Fortunately, a gust of convection wind blew over, temporarily dispersing part of the plague fog and giving the 97th Regiment of Coss a chance to catch their breath.

"The Emperor protects us!"

Ward shouted excitedly and led the soldiers in a counterattack, with laser beams and artillery fire flying towards the abomination warriors.

But such attacks are like tickling to the Death Guard.

They hummed sad hymns and rushed directly into the jungle of laser rain. Even if they were shot, they would only lose some rotten bodies and tentacles.

What's more, most of the attacks hit the armor and had no effect at all.

"Weak mortal warriors, abandon the cold and ruthless Corpse King and join the eternal death and rebirth. The Holy Father will grant you more generosity."

The Death Guard sneered.

They shot as they moved forward.

The rusted and decayed bolter was still deadly, capable of exploding bodies that came into contact with it and blowing large holes in the rear fenders.

More lives were taken.

Ward struck a Death Guard, burning a hole in its skull, but the attack failed to kill it.

The hateful warrior turned around and smiled cruelly.

The explosive bullets swept over, and the soldiers in the trench were unable to dodge and turned into blood foam.

Ward was not killed by this round of attack. He watched helplessly as half of the one-armed sergeant's body fell down and continued to twitch.

That was his last non-commissioned officer.

The enemy's attack became more fierce. Hateful machines made of flesh and metal began to appear in the fog. They were covered with rotten shells all over their bodies, and their eyeballs were like ghostly green lights.

That's the demon engine.

The Daemon Engines raised their brass muzzles, spewing out more deadly, steel-corroding venom.

Others can spit out vicious flames and swarms of rotten flies.

This caused heavy losses to the 97th Regiment of Cowes, and they had no power to resist at all, with dozens or even hundreds of people dying every second.

Their lines collapsed with alarming speed.

"Emperor, the devout believer begs for your mercy..."

Ward was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the explosion and helplessly begged the Emperor: "I beg you to send the holy angel to destroy the abomination that invaded here!"

He knew clearly that the only thing the Empire could use to deal with these abominable warriors was the Emperor's Angels.

The major was fortunate enough to witness the coming of angels during a war. Those warriors descended from the sky and were so powerful and unstoppable.

Suddenly, his blurred vision saw something, it was one burning fireball after another.

This seemed to activate past memories.

That was the scene of the Emperor's Angels' arrival. The Emperor's Angels and the Ultramarines who guarded Ultramar were about to descend upon this world.

They were saved.

"Praise the Emperor!"

Despite his injuries, Ward climbed up and shouted in the channel: "That divine being has sent His angels, and we have hope for salvation.

All soldiers, hold the line!"

In an instant, the 97th Regiment of Kos burst out with more combat power and unexpectedly blocked a wave of attacks.

Some soldiers even strapped bombs on their bodies to bomb the heretics in order to stop them.

This is the importance of morale.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, the imperial army can burst out with amazing energy.

Some well-equipped and highly motivated mortal troops can even kill Space Marines when put under extreme conditions.

Above the front line.

The traces of fire became clearer and clearer, and they were airdrop pods descending one after another at high speed.

Yet the strange thing is.

Although those airdrop pods are similar in size, they vary in appearance. Some are gorgeous, some are hideous, and they have various decorations that exude intimidation.

Some airdrop capsules even emitted extremely violent music during their descent, more like some kind of customized airdrop equipment.

dong dong dong.

Airdrop pods fell one after another, and the ground shook.

A roaring demon engine was unfortunately hit and turned into scrap metal, which accidentally saved more lives.

Ward stared at the drop pod that destroyed the demon engine not far away, hoping to witness the heroic figure of the Emperor's Angel with his own eyes.

Bang!
Flames erupted from the airdrop pod, and a tall, intimidating figure rose in the center.

"Angel Great..."

Ward almost knelt down in fanaticism. The angel was so sacred and majestic, with ferocious armor, flaming wings, and sharp horns.

"No, that is not the Emperor's Angel!"

However, the next moment, he reacted and his voice was stuck in his throat.

What appeared before him was not any known Emperor's Angel, but some kind of abominable warrior. He could sense the strong aura of heresy from him.

Seems to be even scarier than the Plague Abomination Warrior.

Roar--

"Let the fire of fear consume everything!"

The Dread Warrior Brokenhorn raised the burning power axe and let out a terrifying roar.

This seemed to be some kind of signal, and the other fear warriors also roared.

The Legion of Dread... has arrived on the battlefield!
In an instant, Ward couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and his legs went weak.

A new abominable enemy has appeared on the battlefield!
The Dread Warriors landed between the Death Guard and the 97th Regiment of Calth.

This scene made the major and the soldiers even more desperate.

Because the new hateful enemy was too close to them, they had no chance to react at all.

They wanted to launch an attack, but they lost the ability to act because of the fear in their hearts. It seemed that if they angered these hateful warriors, they would be turned into minced meat.

However, under the desperate gaze of Ward and the soldiers, the Dread Warriors charged at the Death Guard like beasts out of a cage.

Their morale was higher and their weapons were more sophisticated, and they easily broke through the Death Guard's defenses.

Then they would just hack and slash randomly, fearing that their enemy would be snatched away by someone else.

Those are all white blood spots!
"What on earth is going on? Why are the abominations fighting each other?"

Ward was confused and didn't know what was going on.

But he still gave the order not to attack the fear warriors so as not to anger these guys. After all, they showed no signs of attacking humans.

Soon, the soldiers organized themselves to continue attacking the Death Guard, acting as support.

Ward had just fired a few shots when he felt something flying towards him and immediately lay down to avoid it.

boom!
The Dread Warrior's broken horn was hit by the Death Guard's heavy artillery and flew backwards into the trench.

As soon as he got up, he saw a mortal major looking at him with fear, and even slowly raised the toy-like laser pistol.

The next moment, the turret at the rear was hit by corrupted psionic energy and collapsed onto the two men.

"Mortal, you are not dead?"

The tall figure with broken horns blocked the wreckage of the turret and looked at the major nervously, as if he was worried that the other party would die in front of him.

That's trouble.

When he found that the major was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he's not dead. You'd better get away and don't interfere with my killing!"

Afterwards, the dread warrior flapped his wings suddenly, flew back to the distant battlefield, and chopped off the head of the Death Guard Librarian with one axe.

Ward was blown down by the wind created by the flaming wings, and his protective suit was wrinkled by the heat.

He was a little confused: "The Hate Warrior saved me?"

The major came to his senses, got up and observed the battlefield, and found that the fear warriors did not show any signs of harming humans. Instead, they would protect humans in times of crisis.

It seems that it is worried that humans will die in front of it.

This is an extremely rare occurrence, as in the fierceness of war, the Emperor's Angels rarely care about the casualties of mortal armies.

More thought was given to victory in the war.

In fact, this is not just the case on this battlefield, it is also the case in other places.

An apostle responsible for recording the war even discovered that these fearsome warriors who obeyed the Dark Lord cared more about human lives than the Emperor's angels.

Due to genetic defects, some chapters of the Emperor's Angels may kill humans or ignore the lives of mortals in battle.

However, such a phenomenon will hardly occur in the Legion of Fear, and human casualties on the battlefield where they are located will be greatly reduced.

It is undoubtedly a great irony that the Chaos Heretics know how to protect Humanity better than the Emperor's Angels.

The war apostle had no idea why this happened, and because of this heretical record, he was investigated and tried by the relevant departments of the empire. But there is no doubt that this incident is true.

That was the work of Ron's Dark Vest.

In order to prevent the Terror Warriors from slaughtering humans in large numbers, he deliberately controlled the behavior of these Chaos Warriors.

But not through direct orders, because such a ridiculous order would provoke resistance from the Chaos Warriors and cause more trouble.

He does this through rewards and faith.

In the beginning, dread warriors did kill mortals.

But they soon discovered that killing mortals would not only deduct health points, but would also cause Diablo to favor them less.

For the fear warriors who pursue blood points and strength, this is like the sky falling.

And there was no explanation for all this.

Diablo never responds to any believers, nor does he give any specific information. He is just a ruthless machine that bestows blessings and rewards, and he does not cheat anyone.

So the fear warriors can only imagine on their own what is going on.

In the end, they believed that the great Diablo liked those violent and sinful souls, and disliked and even hated the pure souls of weak humans.

In this case, when a weak human dies around him, it will trigger Diablo's disgust, thereby reducing his favor.

In this way, the fear warriors came up with a rather logical theory to restrain their behavior.

So as to avoid losing blood points and favor.

Dread Warriors deliberately choose powerful, criminal Chaos Warriors or Daemons as their opponents.

Because killing these evil guys is the most profitable, while killing weak humans is a sheer loss.

They even grieve when humans die in front of them.

Because you will lose a lot of blood points and favor, you have to kill more enemies to make up for it.

Just like that, without directly interfering, Ron had a Chaos Terror Legion that was violent and cruel, but loved humanity.

The Dread Warriors are extremely powerful. They will retreat after killing all the Chaos enemies and will not attack any humans.

Occasionally, they would take the initiative to rescue humans in danger, to prevent these weak pure souls from dying around them.

Regardless of their alignment and beliefs, they are exemplary Space Marines and are extremely loyal.

On the Heka Port front.

The Dread Legion's Dreadnoughts and Centurions blocked the incoming artillery fire for the humans in the trenches, and then used flames to burn all the plague mist.

Avoid human deaths as much as possible.

"Emperor, is this still a heretic warrior?"

Major Ward was a little confused.

He watched helplessly as these fear warriors used their iron bodies to block attacks for the soldiers, even if it meant getting injured.

Whenever a human died around them, the Dread Warriors would let out a cry of sorrow and roar as they hunted down the attackers.

What kind of protection is this?
The major felt that he could not do this either.

"Do not……"

A Dread Warrior was furious, chasing after the Death Guard who had just killed all the humans in the outpost. This wave of humans dying around him almost made him lose his pants.

He chopped down all the obstacles in his way, and even the demon engine was shattered.

The Death Guard howled in fear and tried to break free from the crazy fear warriors behind them, but to no avail.

Eventually he was chopped into pieces and reduced to ash.

The Death Guard had already heard about the terrifying nature of the Dread Warriors, but now that they had truly experienced their power and cruelty, their will to fight had been further reduced.

Their lines collapsed, and several companies were completely destroyed.

Afterwards, the Dread Warriors ignored the humans in the trenches and quickly assembled to head to a new combat location.

Afraid that I would be late.

"Praise Diablo!"

Duanjiao became more and more excited and couldn't wait to kill more enemies.

Now, the entire planet of Wester is full of Nurgle's army, and it is all white blood spots.

This place is simply a flaming paradise.

After this battle, I will obtain higher-level equipment and receive more favors and blessings.

If possible, he hopes to stay in such a battlefield forever!

After all the Dread Warriors had left, the 97th Regiment of Calth finally cheered in victory.

"Heka Harbor City is defended!"

Ward finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and fell on the sandbag to rest.

Wait for your strength to recover.

He stood up again and climbed onto the watchtower, using an electronic telescope to check the situation on other battlefields.

The major realized that his home planet had turned into a huge battlefield and was at risk of destruction at any time.

Through the electronic telescope, he saw an even more terrifying creature, and his heart almost stopped.

That's a Tyranid!

Any imperial army knows the horror of these insects. When they descend on a planet, it means complete destruction.

A large number of spore sacs landed on the distant battlefield, and the swarm of insects swarmed out.

However, those Tyranid aliens emitting yellow smoke did not attack humans, but instead pounced on the Nurgle demons in groups.

Swallow it up!

Ward was a little confused. One strange thing after another made the major unable to understand.

No knowledge or belief can explain this.

"The Emperor's Blessing..."

He was silent for a while, and finally said, it must be the Emperor who protected West, so that the abominations and aliens dared not harm humans.

Soon, the electronic telescope observed a new terrifying existence.

It was a hideous demon floating in the air.

The demon had ferocious horns and its body was burning with strange flames. Complex and mysterious runes were glowing all over its body.

Suddenly, the devil seemed to notice something and looked over subconsciously.

That being discovered his spying from a distance of ten kilometers!

Major Ward met the evil gaze and could not bear the intimidation. His body went limp and he fainted.

……

Outside the port city of Heka.

"Who's spying on me?"

Ron's hideous body floated in the air, with dense Tyranid gargoyles hovering above his head and more spore sacs falling.

He glanced at it and paid no more attention.

Turn your attention back to the psychic message you just received, which is the latest battle report.

The Great Fluttermoth Mortarion deployed all his troops to Wester, trying to defend this important planet.

Regent Guilliman has already led his troops to the ground to fight the enemy.

Ron was a little worried about Brother Ji: "That guy shouldn't be in any trouble, right?"

After all, the Imperial Regent’s record is not very good. Every time he participates in a duel, there is no good ending, especially in such a favorable situation.

He thought about it, and then gave orders as a savior, asking the Thunder Guards and the Sons of Man to assist each other.

As the Dark Prince, he continued to lead the Chaos and Alien armies to fight, while searching for the whereabouts of the Plague Factory.

At present, the reconnaissance team has preliminarily scanned the entire planet and found no whereabouts of any plague factories.

It seems to be hidden very deeply and it is difficult to find it through normal means.

Fortunately, he still has other reconnaissance troops, especially the Tyranid aliens.

Ron contacted the Tyranid leader, Old Eight, through the Gestalt psychic network and used him to issue orders to the swarm.

His current demonic body cannot directly control the Zerg swarm. Only the Tyranid clone, Bladewing, can control all the Tyranids.

Afterwards, under the command of Lao Ba, the Zerg Fleet released the Likart Assassins to all the cities and jungles in West.

They also released insect scouts that could adapt to seawater into the ocean.

As for the sky, the Tyranid Gargoyles are responsible for searching.

They will quickly adapt to the local environment and look for the scent of corrupted machinery.

"My swarm is endless!"

Ron thought as he landed on a ruin.

Dense, overwhelming swarms of insects swarmed out from behind him, pounced on the distant battlefield, and devoured all the Nurgle demon armies and even the demon engines.

He could feel the swarm's joy; these little guys just loved it.

Unknowingly, this savior has secretly mastered too much power and has become a powerful figure on the galactic stage.

It can even affect the fate of the galaxy.

Boom——

The ground shattered.

A hundreds-meter-long, pitch-black mutant digging python broke out of the ground, its thick scales flashing with a strange light. Only by looking closely could one discover that those scales were made of black stone.

Not only the outer armor, but even the giant stomach inside is made of black stone.

And it also adds Dark Blessing.

Those are specially bred Tyranid units dedicated to the Chaos God Diablo, which can better resist the erosion of Warp energy and even isolate the Warp.

The mutated digging python attacked the Nurgle demons and devoured a large number of them in one breath.

Then he dived underground again.

It is responsible for searching rock formations deep underground.

"Since it's hidden so deeply, I'll search the entire planet and I won't be able to find it!"

Ron's scarlet eyes were sharp and he smiled coldly.

Of course, the little Terran guys are not searching blindly. They will prioritize searching the areas where the enemy is most heavily defended.

After the Tyranid swarm locks on to the aura, the wizards will use their sorcery creations to thoroughly locate the core of the corruption. Cooperation among units of multiple races is always more efficient.

Suddenly, Ron's magic wings flapped and he disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, the wailing of Nurgle the Great Demon sounded...

(End of this chapter)