Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

When that great figure appeared in front of him, Mortalion became staggering.

Barely able to speak.

After ten thousand years, he thought he could be braver when facing that existence.

But the body's instinct is reminding itself to obey.

It was a blood connection, and he never got rid of the majesty from his father.

The fallen primarch and death lord had become honest the moment the Emperor appeared.

He even forgot to escape.

"Mortalion, my son."

The Emperor came to the fallen primarch, his unnatural voice full of indifference, but there was still some disappointment and anger in his eyes:

"Why on earth did you become like this?"

In the past, he would never have said such words.

But under the influence of the savior, the emperor of mankind became more tender.

This warmth is in conflict with the cold divinity and may disappear at any time.

"Father, I..."

Mortalion choked, tears sparkling in his eyes for no apparent reason.

The Fallen Primarch suddenly realized that this was the first time the Emperor had called him his son, and no other title had been used.

He was asking Himself as a Father, not as a ruler.

For a moment, Mortarion didn't know how to answer this question or how to explain his fall.

The evil energy surged in his body, and the illusion before his fall appeared in his mind.

That was the threat and persecution from the evil god Nurgle.

The Death Guard are suffering extremely.

He was imprisoned alone in Barbarus, struggling in the pain of failure.

The fallen original body felt the despair and helplessness again, and no one could save itself.

Including the father.

"That's not what I want, nor is it self-destruction..."

Mortalion's face became distorted, his eyes were full of grief and anger, and there was even a trace of hatred: "My heir is suffering, there is no other way, I can only do this.

No one came to help me, no one, including you, my hypocritical father!

If you could have..."

Snap!

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit by a big psychic punch in the face, and the twisted fangs flew out from his mouth.

"coward!"

The Emperor didn't know when he grabbed Mortarion and hit him several times:

"Is this the reason for your betrayal?

With the excuse of selfishness and cowardice, your will wavers, you lose your loyalty to humanity, and you don't even have the courage to draw your sword against the enemy.

You disappoint me. "

"I...I didn't!"

Mortalion covered his face, miserable.

As if he had been stabbed in a painful spot, he struggled and turned into a ball of illusory yellow mist in an attempt to escape.

But before he could get very far, he was intercepted.

Seeing the appearance of the fallen Primarch, the Emperor became increasingly angry, like a volcano about to erupt.

The fierce gathering of sacred light was a sign of attack.

The Emperor... took out his belt!

"No……"

Accompanied by the tremor of space.

Mortalion received a continuous critical attack of fatherly love and let out a tragic cry.

He endured great pain, and his corrupted limbs and black magic wings were torn apart, purified, and bruised all over his body.

Guilliman watched this scene with lingering fear.

No matter what, it was a bit scary to see my brother eating fried meat with bamboo shoots in front of me, and his belt was ripped to pieces.

Even if he didn't commit anything.

What's more, the father who has always been strong is now beyond imagination, and he has almost no power to resist.

He vaguely recalled the scene when Lorgar was forced by the Emperor to kneel before him.

In fact, had the Emperor not been restrained by the Webway, he would have been able to suppress all the Primarchs and prevent the rebellion from happening.

At this moment, somewhere far away.

"Pseudo... Isn't He imprisoned in the Golden Throne? Why is he here?!"

Fallen Phoenix Fulgen seemed to be frightened and ran away desperately, without any of his usual grace.

I didn’t even dare to stop and touch up my makeup.

Even if it means betrayal, the Primarchs dare not face the majesty of the Emperor, except for the former Warmaster Horus.

As for why Fulgen ran so fast?

He knew in his heart that if the Emperor and his father saw him like this, he would probably end up worse than Mortarion!

Anyway, he slipped away and headed all the way to the palace in Slaanesh's realm.

It's no longer safe here. I'm afraid even the Lord of Joy can't protect himself. Leaving immediately is the best way.

ah! ! !

Another scream came from Mortalion.

This frightened Fulgen so much that he almost burst into tears. He felt as if a rabbit had died and a fox had died.

He ran faster, hating that he didn't have more legs.

Buzz~

Guilliman looked up and found that his father had arrived in front of him at some point, his eyes shining with white light looking at him.

He swallowed: "Father?"

The original body was thinking about whether he had done anything wrong. His father wouldn't beat him, right?

"sword."

The Emperor's anger seemed to linger, and there was anger in his voice.

Guilliman subconsciously handed over the holy sword that originally belonged to his father.

After that, he saw the Emperor walking towards Mortarion who fell to the ground with the Holy Sword in hand, with a hint of murderous intent.

The primarch's heart clenched as he tried to say something.

But he remained silent.

He was the regent of the Empire. He had no right to plead for his fallen brother, nor did he have the right to interfere with his father's behavior.

Mortarion was covered in wounds and could hardly stand.

There were traces of burning from the holy energy on his body, and all the symbols of corruption were forcibly removed, like a chicken without feathers.

He was in a very bad state.

Now, most of the corrupt evil energy in his body had been purified by the holy energy.

This restored Mortarion's twisted mind a lot.

The fallen Primarch looked at the Emperor holding a sword and felt extremely remorseful.

"Forgive me..."

Mortarion's voice was barely audible.

He was exhausted and could no longer support his body, so he knelt down in front of the Emperor.

The fallen Primarch looked up at his former father, recalled everything in the past, wanted to say something, and then closed his mouth.

He looked like he was ready to be killed.

Perhaps he regretted it a little and did not want to live as a fallen person anymore.

However, Chaos did not let him go.

Boom——

The gate of the Black Fortress opened wide.

The Lord of Plagues did not want to lose a beloved Primarch, nor did he want his hard work to be destroyed.

The corrupted fel energy reached out to the Fallen Primarch, pulling it back hard, trying to pull it into the fortress.

That was the core of the corrupted realm, which the Cursed could not destroy yet.

In this way, the Fallen Primarch could avoid death under the sword of the Cursed.

"No... Father!"

Mortarion felt an extreme fear. He shouted subconsciously.

If he entered that door, he would become a slave of the plague forever and would never be able to transcend.

Bang——

The Emperor took action, and the golden holy sword slashed down, as if the sun was falling.

This blow hit the hand that the Father of Plagues stretched out, and an even more terrible energy burst out, burning the corrupted flesh and skin.

Snap.

The unnatural hand was cut off.

"The Cursed!"

The Lord of Plagues roared, and his left hand was injured again before his right hand healed.

The Blood God and the Lord of Change took this opportunity to grab him and drag him into the depths of the fortress, beating him up.

It was a terrible scene.

But when the Emperor looked over, the depths of the Black Fortress suddenly became quiet again.

Although the cursed could not come in, they did not want to anger the other party, lest that disgusting existence come to find him.

The Emperor did not go to the Black Fortress.

He knew that his body could not go deep into the core of the essence, and it was even more difficult to deal with three Chaos evil gods at the same time.

Mortarion knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

But he was inexplicably touched in his heart, his father had just rescued him.

Maybe he didn't want to kill him.

The Emperor did give up the plan to kill the fallen Primarch, and the other party still had a chance to be saved.

For humans, any Primarch is a great help.

Not only personal force, but also huge military power behind it.

He has become a prisoner of the warp, while the Primarch can walk freely in the galaxy and the warp.

Rationally speaking.

A Primarch who can be saved and return to the Empire can not only weaken the power of Chaos, but also give humanity more breathing space.

This can be seen from the changes brought to the Empire by the return of the Imperial Regent.

Of course, it is not so easy to let a fallen Primarch return to the Empire. Perhaps there are other ways to allow him to continue to serve humanity.

The Emperor stared at Mortarion and gave him a warning.

Probably: You stay here well, otherwise you will suffer the consequences!

The Emperor's figure disappeared, leaving only the Death Lord Mortarion kneeling and repenting on the spot.

Even if the threat was gone, he did not have the courage to escape.

"Father."

Guilliman wanted to say something to the Emperor, but found that the other party left in a hurry.

The Imperial Regent sighed slightly.

Then, he turned his head to look at Mortarion, and the two Primarchs looked at each other.

The next second.

The Imperial Regent hit hard and gave him the love of his brother.

...

In the purple mist.

"Fuck, where is the Emperor?!"

Ron was a little panicked.

At this moment, he was tied to the torture device in an explosive posture, and his muscles were full of mighty breath.

It can only be said that the Lord of Pleasure knows how to tie.

Not far away, the goddess of life, Aisha, was also restricted in her movements, and tears fell.

"Stop..."

She watched the evil god torture the savior in front of her, but she was powerless.

After the Lord of Pleasure noticed the arrival of the cursed, he did not run away immediately.

He was too greedy and tried to bring the savior and the goddess of life back to his palace at the same time.

That existence has succeeded halfway, and the mist symbolizing the essence of desire is on the edge of leaving the Garden of Nurgle.

As long as he returns to his own domain, even the cursed can't do anything to him.

"Your hope is in vain..."

The Lord of Pleasure's hand swept over the savior's body, feeling the long-desired body and soul.

He can't wait to taste it all.

Snap!

The thorn whip lashed the savior's body, leaving scars one after another.

However, all this did not destroy the savior's appearance, but instead made him look beautiful, strong and miserable.

Hiss~

Ron was numb.

He thought the whip attack would be painful, but it didn't hurt, and it was an extreme sensory enjoyment.

This is more exciting than being in the illusion.

In fact, the whip of the Lord of Pleasure can indeed cause pain and corrosion, but the Savior has long been a two-sided existence, and the soul and the dark side are more special.

All the negative energy was absorbed, leaving only pure joy.

After a few whips, not only did he enjoy a wave, but the dark side power increased again.

Great tonic!

"Hey, why don't you fight?"

Ron looked at the existence in front of him that gathered the charm of the universe, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

But he immediately regained his iron-willed appearance: "If you don't know, you would think that I, the Savior, can't bear it. No matter how much torture, I will never give in!"

Aisha looked at the Savior who was suffering for her, and she was even more moved and sad.

She started to cry again.

This Eldar god has no fighting ability and is not strong enough.

? ? ?

The Lord of Pleasure stopped attacking and became more and more angry.

He found something strange. The Savior seemed to have a stronger endurance than the Primarch and had some devouring properties.

This caused the output of the evil energy of pleasure to fail to work and was all wasted.

In short, he wasted again, and in front of himself.

What a humiliation? !

Fortunately, such devouring properties have limits.

Once the amount of evil energy of pleasure exceeds that limit, the Savior will be completely corrupted and become a true Chaos God Chosen.

He will be his strongest servant!

The Lord of Pleasure did not corrupt again to avoid wasting his power.

He stared at the Savior and threatened:

"I know what you are thinking. The salvation you desire will not come. We will return to the realm of pleasure soon.

There, you will be tortured by all the pleasure banshees, and I will personally come to drag you into the abyss."

The Lord of Pleasure not only sent all the generals, but also went into battle personally!

This is an unacceptable blasphemy for any believer of the Emperor.

Of course, this may be a reward for some Slaanesh believers.

Before they fall, they can experience the beauty of all the senses in the world, and any fantasy will come true.

That is an experience that the real universe can never achieve.

This is also the terrible thing about the Lord of Pleasure.

Even the high-ranking nobles or warriors of the empire find it difficult to resist the temptation.

It is even more difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Think about it, the existence in your hard drive has all become reality, allowing you to control it as you wish.

You can substitute any dream world, have real senses, and become a person of any identity.

Whether it is a noble, an artist or another gender.

You can reach the pinnacle of your skills or interests and get all the rewards you desire.

Moreover, you can immerse yourself in such a realm of pleasure for a hundred years, a thousand years, until eternity.

This is the reward given by the Lord of Pleasure.

All you pay is your soul.

As for pain and torture, that will come later.

After all, for the humans of the empire, there is a lot of pain to endure in reality.

What's more, that pain and torture will eventually be distorted and become a kind of enjoyment for the believers of Slaanesh.

It is a hedge.

In other words, the first part is pure happiness, and the second part is pain and happiness.

They are all happiness.

But such temptation is ineffective for the savior.

Because he can do it for free.

What's more, everything provided by the Lord of Pleasure, he can also do in the real world.

He just doesn't want to.

The trouble is that he can't refuse.

This pleasure field is about to break through the edge of the Garden of Nurgle, and then the Emperor will not be able to catch up.

He will be caught by the Lord of Pleasure and taken to the bedroom, severely corroded and tortured.

And the goddess of life will also usher in a more tragic fate.

"It seems that I have to gamble."

Ron's face was solemn, secretly accumulating strength, preparing to fight hard with the Lord of Pleasure.

He is not powerless to fight back.

His dark side Diablo is not a vegetarian, at least he can punch the Lord of Pleasure a few times before falling.

Boom!

Ron burst out with a burst of psychic power, golden arcs wrapped around his body, and suddenly broke free from the restraints.

After that, he lay down without using the expected dark energy to turn into chaos.

There was no place for him here.

The Emperor had arrived, and he could come and watch!

Zila——

In an instant, the golden giant sword pierced through the field of pleasure, preventing it from escaping.

"No!!!"

The Lord of Pleasure's beautiful face twisted, and she screamed.

At some point, a tall figure in golden armor had appeared in front of Him, staring at Him.

The white light in the Emperor's eyes almost exploded, and his anger soared to the sky.

The Lord of Pleasure had used illusions to humiliate him before, which had already filled his anger value.

He didn't say anything nonsense, and directly started at zero frame and slammed it.

This fierce blow blew the opponent away and completely shattered this field.

Boom.

The Lord of Pleasure showed his true form, and his body fell into the Garden of Nurgle in the form of a female demon.

"Heretic!"

Then, the Emperor followed closely and launched a violent attack.

The battle between the two gods formed a vortex of energy in the air, and the conceptual unnatural struggle caused more shocks.

Not far away, Ron returned to the ground holding Elsa, the goddess of life.

He was covered with a robe made of green plants to avoid being too exposed.

"Awesome!"

Ron looked along the area where the screams came. The Emperor was punching hard, grabbing the Lord of Joy and beating him violently.

The concrete picture is:

The emperor grabbed the purple hair of the Lord of Joy, pinned him to the ground and beat him cruelly.

Every punch was struck with full force, beyond recognition!

The Chaos Evil God suffered his third disastrous defeat since his birth.

He had been beaten by the Blood God and the Plague Lord before, but this time it was the most brutal, and his essence was severely damaged.

The energy erupted from the battle between the two sides destroyed areas in Nurgle Garden one after another.

At this moment, the Lord of Joy was very regretful.

Maybe he shouldn't have humiliated the damned, and shouldn't have been greedy to take the savior away, so much so that he missed the opportunity to escape.

Inside the Black Fortress.

The Plague Lord and other three gods temporarily ceased fighting and stopped fighting.

They began to watch the battle. This was a good opportunity to observe the strength of the cursed ones.

The Blood God looked at all this quietly, very solemnly.

He was thinking about himself in the battlefield. Can he resist the attack of the cursed one?

"What a wonderful scene!"

The Lord of Changes simply watched the excitement, enjoying the scene that had never happened before in the future, and felt secretly happy.

Feeling comfortable.

He watched the Lord of Joy being beaten violently, and his actual wounds didn't seem to hurt that much anymore.

"Damned damned!"

The Plague Lord felt distressed as he watched the scorching light of the cursed burning his garden.

Soon, the Lord of Joy abandoned part of his essence and fled into the black fortress.

The four Chaos Evil Gods looked at each other and fell into silence.

But the next moment.

They became nervous again.

The peerless macho man, the emperor of mankind, cast his gaze here, his gaze full of anger and intimidation.

But he didn't come close.

This makes the Lord of Changes rather regretful.

If that existence dares to enter this core area, they can keep each other.

Let more upheaval occur in the galaxy.

"This is a warning."

The Emperor looked at the black fortress and waved the golden holy sword. The sacred flame condensed like a fire dragon and covered the sky.

His voice was full of threats:

“The world of subspace and matter used to be balanced, but for a long time, you destroyed this balance and created suffering.

You must know that the subspace does not belong only to you. This realm is not real. Only will exists, and no existence can overcome my will.

You should not die today, but you will die one day! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of fire stronger than a million suns swallowed up the plague garden and continued to expand and spread.

The demons were screaming.

They swarmed out of their hiding places, ran wildly, and then collapsed.

Fire purifies everything!

The black fortress shook violently, rubble fell from the roof, and steam emanated from the soaked wood of the door.

But the flames stopped at the door area, making it impossible to enter.

"No, my garden, my garden!"

The Plague Lord wailed, almost crying, he was losing precious power!

He almost lost his mind and wanted to rush out and put out the flames.

But the Blood God and the Lord of All Changes controlled their excitement and stopped the suffering master: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, Lord of Plague!"