Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 446: Prince of Darkness: Lord of Plague, come and hit me if you dare!
bang——

The strange witchcraft trap exploded instantly, and the poisonous mist enveloped Guilliman.

It lost its vision and perception, and the Armor of Destiny was covered with a layer of corrosive black mycelium.

Guilliman swung the Emperor's Sword and burned the fog, but the giant scythe called "Annihilation" had already slashed over, and he could only resist hastily.

He lost his balance under the powerful blow.

Mortarion seized the opportunity, gripped the scythe tightly and struck at a different angle, leaving an ugly, poisonous mark on the Imperial Regent's breastplate.

The Armor of Destiny also temporarily failed due to this poison.

Mortarion spread his wings like a moth, and his attacks became more and more fierce, constantly emitting different poisonous liquids. Each attack caused fluctuations in the subspace.

The surrounding land was corroded further and mycelium grew wildly.

He sneered: "Even though you have the weapons given by your father, you are still no match for me.

I am the most powerful creature in reality and the Warp, and you are but a relic of the past, a pathetic tool of a dying god."

"Traitor, you have no honor at all!"

Guilliman fought back with great difficulty, his body covered with traces of vicious witchcraft and venom, leaving him no room to breathe.

"Yes, you're right."

The Lord of Death said this, and then used witchcraft to detonate the plague venom on the body of the Imperial Regent. The illusory thorns that grew out pierced into the opponent's body, emitting neurotoxins.

He knocked the opponent down heavily: "You lose. You are not qualified to challenge me!"

The Corrupted Network has given the Death Lord too much power, the fel energy brought about by the decay of massive human souls.

It's simply not something the Imperial Regent's flesh and blood can match.

Guilliman fell to the ground in a mess, entangled by dense corrupted thorns, his body suffering from the pain brought by the neurotoxin and falling into convulsions.

His mind was fuzzy, dirty blood dripped from his mouth and nose, and he could barely hold the Emperor's Sword.

The primarch fell.

"grown ups!"

The Ultramarines watched their Gene-Father fall and tried desperately to rush over to rescue him, but were blocked by the defense line built by the Death Guard.

A more intense fight broke out between them.

"Don't be impulsive. We have to handle our own battles."

Felix's body tensed up, and he managed to utter the words through his clenched teeth: "The Primarch has not failed yet, he can continue to fight!"

The Acolyte was able to control the situation, preventing the Ultramarines from losing the battle due to excessive worry about their Primarch.

He realized that even if his men went over there, they wouldn't be of much help and would only increase casualties.

Moreover, he firmly believed that the Primarch would not fail so easily.

Felix is ​​different from other Ultramarines. As an aide-de-camp, he has participated in too many wars with the Primarch.

From the Primarch's awakening to the pilgrimage to Holy Terra, the Indomitable Crusade to the current Plague War, there have been hundreds of battles, large and small.

Every time it was extremely difficult, and every time the Primarch did not fall?

got used to.

If this happens once or twice, Felix might become anxious, nervous, and heartbroken.

But after so many times, he has long been desensitized.

This is normal.

If Ron were here, he might even shout, "The Imperial Regent is warming up!"
Falling down is normal, not falling down would be strange.

But gradually, Felix also began to panic.

This time was a little different. The Primarch did not get up and fight as quickly as before, but fell into deeper pain.

He seemed unable to stand up again.

Dangdangdang——

A strange bell rang inside the planet Wester, causing all the imperial soldiers to tremble inexplicably, as if something terrible was about to happen.

The corrupt evil energy within the planet is unprecedentedly powerful.

That would indicate that the Divine Plague would soon be complete.

Mortarion was extremely excited. The opportunity he had been waiting for for ten thousand years had finally arrived. The great plan he had been brewing had come to fruition!

"Don't make any more useless struggles. You can't break free."

Mortarion stepped on the Imperial Regent's chest and added another vicious spell: "Your pain is only the beginning, enjoy it.

My brother, you will watch everything you cherish fall into great decay before your eyes."

He could kill this brother directly, but that was not worth it. The Ultimate Primarch and the Regent of the Empire should die in the right way under the corrosion of the Divine Plague.

Only then can the corrupt network be fully activated and Ultramar be dragged into the abyss.

Mortarion contacted Ku'gath and released a giant corrupted fly to bring the plague.

He struck Guilliman hard: "Be patient, brother, the gift I have carefully prepared for you will arrive soon.

Your soul, Ultramar, and the trillions of humans within it, will fall into the hands of the Father, to be reborn in corruption."

"I...will never allow it."

Guilliman's eyes were red as he struggled to tear off the unnatural mycelium on his body, but a trace of despair was spreading in his heart.

But the next moment.

He saw the fear in the Death Lord's eyes.

When Mortarion learned that the God Plague had been wiped out, he broke down at the peak of his life: "No, my God Plague...

Kugath, you must get it back!"

No one can stand seeing a plan that has been painstakingly prepared for thousands of years being destroyed at the moment when it is closest to success.

"Motarion, you are defeated!"

Guilliman realized something and suddenly tore off the mycelium. The alchemical shrapnel from the Hand of Domination exploded and covered the body of the Death Lord.

Forcing him to raise his hands to protect his eyes.

But this also gave the imperial regent a chance to break free and breathe.

The flames of the Emperor's Sword burned the mycelium, and Guilliman took the opportunity to retreat and create some distance to avoid having to fight again.

Mortarion cleared his blind eyes, his anger reaching its limit: "Idiot, I will kill you and trample you under my feet again!"

The divine plague and the divine artifact are nowhere to be found. The only way to avoid getting nothing is to defeat the imperial regent.

Otherwise, no matter how merciful the father is, he will punish you.

What's more, the opponent has lost most of his fighting power due to his own venom.

However, when the Lord of Death saw the situation on the opposite side, he was stunned.

Not far away, Guilliman took out a bottle of potion and drank it, cleansing his body of the plague toxin.

He seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he drank another potion, and his mental and physical injuries began to recover.

All the damage caused by the previous attack was dispelled.

"You have no chance."

After Guilliman drank the purification potion and the panacea, his body quickly recovered to its peak. He felt clear all over, and even some hidden injuries were gone.

These are the supplies given to me by that good brother and savior.

Not only that, his Hand of Domination was loaded with a batch of special ammunition.

The previous witchcraft trap attack was too sudden, leaving him no chance to breathe and fight back. But now it’s different, he will never lose!

"If I can knock you down once, I can knock you down a second time."

Mortarion swung his sickle violently and cast another spell, and a swarm of flies carrying a thick plague fog attacked.

It was one of the most virulent plagues he had ever created, enough to strike down the Imperial Regent once again.

The poisonous mist made the air dark.

Instantly, Guilliman's electronic eyepiece emitted a warning rune.

There was no room to dodge such a large-scale attack, and not even the force field of the Armor of Destiny could stop the plague.

However, he did not dodge at all, but just raised his hand of control.

bang——

A tiny sacred urn bomb flew out, and the bursting ball of light covered the swarm of flies, turning them into ash.

The ashes fell, and the area between the Death Lord and the Imperial Regent became empty, and the stinking air turned into the scent of candlelight and incense.

Molitaan's pupils trembled, and the giant sickle suddenly stabbed into the ground, gathering all the evil energy to release more corrupt witchcraft:
"This is a true corruption attack, die!"

The evil howl filled the entire space.

However, Guilliman raised his hand and fired another shot, all the corrupt sorcery was gone, and the overflowing holy energy burned the Death Lord's skin.

"How is this possible, you also have such a cursed weapon?!"

Mortarion was stunned. The corrupting witchcraft that he was so proud of seemed to have lost its effect.

Then, the raindrops fell and hit his body, making him look particularly desolate.

That was not ordinary rain, but purification potion ejected from the Imperial Regent's Hand of Domination's jet device, which cleansed the plague in the Death Lord's body on a large scale.

Even the Nurglings surrounding him melted away with screams.

Damn, I'm restrained!

The plague was constantly being purified, and the Death Lord was shaking with anger. He could clearly feel that his strength had been weakened.

Before his vision recovered from the dazzling light, the deadly sword light struck.

He dodged the slashing blow in a panic, but failed to avoid the huge fist that followed.

Mortarion was knocked violently flying into the muddy water of the ruins, his body covered in mud, without his initial arrogance.

As soon as he got up and used witchcraft subconsciously, he was hit in the face by the miniature sacred ashes.

The Death Lord seemed to be hit by a huge blow all of a sudden and fell down again, feeling deeply the strong fatherly love.

The hood on Mortarion's head was burned off and his face was black.

He gripped the scythe tightly and roared through his defense: "Guilliman, don't use these disgusting tricks!"

"Your wizard tricks are pretty good, isn't it normal for me to return the favor?"

Guilliman sneered, and with the interference of micro-ash bombs and purification potions, he fought with Mortarion.

He attacked the opponent again and again, bombarding him with holy energy, and took the opportunity to drink some purification potions and panaceas to recover. "This is not fair..."

Mortarion was hit again, his moth-like wings became tattered, and his voice was hoarse: "You have no honor in this!"

He had no idea that this was what the Imperial Regent had just accused him of, that magic would always be effective against magic.

Guilliman no longer cared about honor, his body trembling with excitement. This was the most exhilarating battle he had ever fought.

Is this what Brother Ron calls a krypton gold warrior, restraint, crushing and firepower coverage? It feels so wonderful!
But he soon felt a little sad, wondering why he didn't have such a weapon before.

All the sufferings in the past were in vain. Otherwise, facing those despicable curses, witchcraft attacks, and sneak attacks, they could have been solved with just one shot of the divine weapon.

All honor duels and charges are ineffective, and artillery fire is the right way.

First bomb a wave of battlefields to clean up the battlefield, and then chase and execute the enemy.

Guilliman realized it, as if the door to a new world had opened.

He decided that after he returned, he would ask Brother Ron for more similar weapons support. That would be the real battle!

When the Imperial Regent cut off Mortarion's arm.

That guy fled back to the subspace like a stray dog, without even bothering to take his own magical tools and precious Scythe of Silence with him.

He was extremely terrified, knowing that if this continued.

He will fall into eternal death under the damage of the Holy Urn Bomb and the Emperor's Sword.

When the Death Guards found out that their Gene-Father had run away without taking them with him, they were stunned and suffered more casualties.

Soon, they scattered like birds and beasts.

As soon as the battle was over, the Ultramarines' personal guard champions rushed over with stretchers as per custom.

He wanted to get his genetic father to the medical room as quickly as possible.

"I'm fine. I can still fight."

Guilliman refused the pharmacist's request for treatment with a firm face and full strength.

He was indeed fine, and he had taken several bottles of panacea in a row, which was a bit too much.

Afterwards, the regent led his troops to the area where another great Nurgle demon was located, and the artillery fire of the holy weapons covered the area.

"This is war..."

Not long after, Guilliman looked at the fallen Great Daemon of Nurgle and sighed softly.

But I couldn't help feeling a little sad, as this time I spent most of the high-end supplies I had saved.

"In such an important war, it is worth spending more resources."

The imperial regent comforted himself, not realizing that his values ​​had gone to the extreme and were heading towards indiscriminate air bombing and artillery fire.

And it seems even more radical than the savior.

The Imperial Regent will never fall again!

As the Death Lord fled, Ku'gath was also seriously injured and left under the attack of the Legion of Dread, and the Nurgle army on Wester began to retreat.

The Nurgle fleet in the airspace left the galaxy at the fastest speed.

This was a series of chain reactions, and even the Nurgle armies in other areas of Ultramar began to withdraw to the Scourge Stars.

The great cause had been thwarted, they had lost their advantage, and if they stayed they would only be annihilated.

On the battlefield of Wester.

The soldiers cheered in victory, they welcomed the victory of the war!

Guilliman looked at the cheering scene and couldn't help but feel relieved.

He and his brothers defeated Nurgle's army and thwarted the enemy's plot. Ultramar was now safe.

He thought of the divine plague and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

Who destroyed the divine plague? His brother Ron didn't seem to participate in the war in the hidden space.

"The Emperor..."

Suddenly, all the think tanks on the battlefield looked up at the sky, with unspeakable fear in their eyes.

They felt the gathering of corrupt energy and an unknown and terrifying vision was projected onto the planet, which was so inviolable and could not be desecrated.

Even Guilliman and the warriors felt the changes, and their bodies showed physiological rejection.

That was the gaze of a Chaos God.

Everyone had only one thought in their mind: something terrible was about to happen!
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Chaos Hidden Space.

The dark plasma high-temperature furnace is burning fiercely.

The flames made the cauldron of Nurgle boil even more, and the potion was concentrated again. The steaming poisonous mist madly corroded the black stone barrier.

"It looks like it's almost done."

Ron groaned, his demon body covered with several special protective suits, and he stayed away from the cauldron.

He was somewhat excited.

As of now, no enemies have come to attack him, and everything is going unexpectedly smoothly.

And according to the latest intelligence, the Imperial Regent has defeated the Death Lord and driven him out of the planet, and other armies have also begun to retreat.

Now no one can interfere with the production of the Divine Plague.

He did not rush or make any noise so as not to affect the performance of the production staff.

In the open space next to them, the black oil men were holding a ceremony by burning incense, chanting binary hymns, and praying for the blessing of the goddess of machinery.

Ron wanted to tell them that the Mechanical Goddess might not be able to control the creation of the plague, but it seemed that there was no one else to pray to.

We can't pray to the Lord of Plague, can we?
Gradually, Ron discovered the name of Diablo from the prayers of the black oil men.

This is asking for your own blessing.

It’s not too outrageous. At least these black oil guys from the Savior’s territory did not pray for the Emperor’s protection, otherwise it would be a lot of fun.

Near the Cauldron of Nurgle.

"Alright, it'll be done soon. Now comes the dangerous part."

The ever-changing healer was extremely alert, and his mechanical tentacles steadily grabbed the test tube box containing the blood of the twelve primarchs and the Emperor's weak genes.

He slowly poured the blood into the concentrated medicine. The blood was swallowed by the green light and it seemed that there was no reaction at all.

But he knew that the catalyst had taken effect and change was brewing.

The All-Change Healer cut off the corroded mechanical tentacles, stepped back for a distance, and waited patiently.

He knew that this plague would be more perfect than Ku'gath had ever expected.

The final reconciliation begins.

The concentrated liquid medicine rolled in the cauldron more and more violently, gurgling bubbles came out and burst, the whole pot was shaking, and even more foul-smelling smoke was emitted.

The fly runes of the cauldron glowed beneath the flames, and an unnatural wind surrounded the cauldron, forming a vortex that grew higher and higher.

The vortex stirred the space, rising to mid-air, and thick darkness overflowed from it.

Something was attracted and came over from the darkness, trying to peek into this masterpiece.

"What the hell, Father Nurgle?"

Ron felt the familiar and terrifying aura, and he felt a little numb: "This is the real universe, there shouldn't be any way for Him to break into this space, right?"

In the great vortex above the cauldron, Nurgle's giant, rotten eyelids opened, and its yellow eyes looked down with excitement.

Since the news of the divine plague and the theft of the artifact had not yet reached the Black House, Nurgle, who was resting in it, noticed that the perfect plague work was born.

He followed the traces of the artifact and immediately paid attention to it.

Nurgle greatly anticipated the Plague, and the corruption it brought, which would bring the two Primarchs and Ultramar to his great cause.

He was already thinking about how to reward his first favorite, Kugath, because the plague prepared by that favorite was better than expected.

However, Nurgle was soon stunned.

He did not see Kugath, and the scene in front of him was rather unfamiliar. The one who concocted the plague was a black technology priest.

That black technical priest's achievements in corruption and erosion are actually not inferior to Kugath? !

"What a good kid, maybe I should take him under my wing..."

Nurgle thought subconsciously.

But He reacted immediately and realized that his connection with the artifact had become weak, and it was more like it had been taken away.

The Lord of Plague's perception was so broad that he received relevant information from the swarm of flies in an instant.

"My divine plague and divine artifacts were stolen?!"

Nurgle was furious at the heavy losses he suffered, as that also meant the failure of his great cause.

Simply put, the project, which was equivalent to an all-in in Nurgle Garden, lost all the money!

His red eyes burst out with more pressure, and locked onto the culprit—the being called the Dark Prince:

"It is you, a weak demon, who dares to desecrate the artifact!"

"Dear Lord of Plague, I did these things under the protection of Diablo."

Facing the pressure from his loving father, Ron's body was trembling, but he was not afraid at all and even did not forget to advertise for Diablo.

It's already been done, so there's nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, He can't jump out of the subspace and do anything to me.

Not only does he want to steal the pot, he also wants to flatter the goddess of life. He is like a person who has too many lice but is not afraid of the itch.

Since you have offended someone, you might as well offend him to death. The result is almost the same.

Such a good opportunity to attract traffic should not be wasted, as it will bring unimaginable benefits in terms of faith and emotional energy.

Being able to let everyone know about the Dark Prince and Diablo immediately raised their status.

Instead of being regarded as a second or third tier chaos god.

Ron controlled the power of the Little Sun Dark Side Diablo and projected an illusion into the subspace, which in layman's terms was a live broadcast.

In an instant, many chaotic beings noticed this scene and watched closely.

That's the Lord of Plague.

He seems to be angry at the powerful demon who appeared recently - the Dark Prince?
All Chaos beings were sweating, thinking that the Dark Prince would fall under the wrath of the Lord of Plague. No one could withstand the wrath of a Chaos God!

However, Ron looked at Nurgle's big eyeballs and not only did he not back down, he attacked him and explained what happened to the onlookers:

"Lord of Plague, I am going to steal your sacred cauldron. Do you have the guts to come and fight me?"

This caused an uproar among the Chaos Beings who were watching: Shocked, Diablo's favorite - the Dark Prince was confronting the Lord of Plague!
(End of this chapter)