Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

After that Slaaneshi Greater Daemon desperately attacked, the other four Greater Daemons followed suit.

The desperate strikes of several Greater Daemons under extreme pressure combined to form a terrifying offensive.

A long whip woven from the spinal cords of virgins howled with cries that seemed both joyous and sorrowful, followed closely by a sharp, poisonous stiletto, a pink mist, and an orchestra of human bone instruments.

The horrifying sound waves transformed into blood-powdered blades, causing the surrounding space to vibrate.

“Hiss~

Are Chaos Greater Daemons always this desperate now?! ”

Ron felt the threat and inhaled sharply.

He mobilized his psychic power to form a golden shield in front of him to block the incoming Chaos attacks.

To avoid taking more damage.

This level of combat was no longer just on the physical level, but also involved attacks from the Chaos Warp or some kind of conceptual assault.

Boom—

The Chaos Greater Daemons' attacks slammed into the golden psychic shield, with Chaos energy and golden psychic power resisting, devouring, and twisting against each other.

Afterwards, the Chaos energy gained the upper hand.

“Crap, this is getting a little hard to hold… … ”

Ron struggled to maintain the psychic shield, but it was being torn apart bit by bit.

The simultaneous attack of five Chaos Greater Daemons was still quite difficult to deal with.

What's even more troublesome is that he can't go all out to bless himself and increase his power.

After all, the precious energy has to be saved for the Emperor's clone; it's not cost-effective to waste it here.

After consuming most of the energy, the Chaos attacks from the Slaaneshi Greater Daemons finally tore through the golden psychic shield.

They slammed heavily into the Savior.

The Hope Primarch Savior was violently knocked away, crashing heavily into the Webway floor, and then bouncing a few times, flying further away.

“Savior Lord!”

White Scars Warband Leader Jubal had been paying attention to the battle.

As soon as he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately drove the White Hawk anti-gravity vehicle at full speed to chase after the Savior.

？ ？ ？

The five Slaaneshi Greater Daemons and the daemons looked at this scene, stunned in place, some not quite understanding what had happened.

They were facing the Hope Primarch Savior with an attitude of desperation and a vow to fight to the death.

Yet, as soon as they exchanged blows, the Savior fell like this; how absurd was that?!

“Lord of Pleasure.

Did we just… … defeat that Primarch Savior? ”

The Slaaneshi Greater Daemon who had first desperately attacked swallowed, asking incredulously.

Wasn't that the lifelong enemy of the Supreme Bloodthirster Ka'Bandha, the strongest Primarch below the Cursed One?

How could he just fall like that?

The Slaaneshi Greater Daemons, thinking of this, suddenly became excited; they had defeated one of the daemon's most feared enemies—the Hope Primarch Savior!

They became confident and prepared to press the attack, only to find that the Savior had already fled without any dignity.

Just a few seconds ago.

White Scars Warband Leader Jubal picked up the Savior, who was lying face down on the ground, and fled at top speed.

“Chase!”

The Slaaneshi Greater Daemons no longer paid attention to the White Scars Primarch who was about to break through, but instead led the daemons to chase after the Hope Primarch Savior.

Everyone knew what an honorable thing it would be to kill the Savior; they would surely receive the favor of the Lord of Pleasure and even the other Chaos Gods.

Especially the great Lord of Pleasure, who had long been hungry for the Savior's soul.

Now that they had the opportunity to kill the Savior, how could they resist; they were bound to chase after him with all their might.

Inside the Webway.

The White Hawk was speeding along.

Jubal drove the anti-gravity vehicle at full speed, not forgetting to care about the White Scars' godfather:

“Savior Lord, are you alright? ”

Ron shook his head, his expression unchanged: “It's nothing, just that a part of my internal organs are ruptured; no big deal.”

Jubal was relieved to hear this.

Just a little bit of internal organ rupture was not a fatal injury for Space Marines, let alone Primarchs with even stronger physiques.

Some Primarchs with strong recovery abilities could even be resurrected after their bodies were shattered, or continue to fight for a while even after losing their heads.

It could be said to be very perverted.

Ron patted his chest, where his muscles were a little red and sore.

Those Chaos Greater Daemons attacked a little too hard; they went all out right from the start.

He was careless and didn't dodge; he almost capsized in the gutter, but fortunately, he used the impact of Chaos energy to create distance at the last moment.

That's why he had the opportunity to escape.

He didn't like meaningless battles and didn't even use blessings to strengthen himself.

Because staying to fight, even if he won, would not yield any benefits and would easily leave some injuries; it would be a pure loss.

It was better to use himself as bait to lure away the Chaos Daemons.

Now it seemed that his current combat power was still a bit behind Ka'Bandha.

That was not only about dealing with Ka'Bandha, but also about confronting the blessing power of Khorne, the Blood God; one could imagine the difficulty.

Of course, that was just the combat power on paper; it wasn't like he couldn't fight if he really got into it.

Perhaps his little sun dark side, regardless of the cost of blessings, coupled with the Orks' 'I think I can' field, could have a chance to fight him and hammer that guy down.

It's just that the risk was too high; it was an unpredictable deathmatch.

Jubal suddenly shuddered, with an ominous premonition: “Savior Lord, why do I feel a little cold behind me? ”

Ron squatted on the side of the vehicle like a golden corn, looking like 'it's nothing, don't worry':

“Well, the wind is a bit strong; it's normal to be cold. Maintain your speed and just don't look back.”

But the sense of crisis in the White Scars Warband Leader's heart grew stronger and stronger; he couldn't help but glance back and immediately saw three pairs of snow-white big leizi.

He swallowed, his whole body numb.

In his field of vision was the body of a Slaaneshi Greater Daemon, almost sticking to the back of the vehicle, and around it were other Slaaneshi Greater Daemons, and behind them was an even denser tide of daemons surging forward.

Almost submerging the Webway.

Those heretical abominations were silently chasing after them in some form; if they were caught up, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Jubal slowly turned his head back, his voice a little trembling: “Savior Lord… … ”

Ron's voice came slowly:

“I know. Control this vehicle, otherwise, neither of us will be able to escape; we'll be finished if we fall into the daemon tide.”

Boom!

An attack brushed past the White Hawk and slammed into the road ahead, with gravel flying.

Fortunately, this was an anti-gravity vehicle, which would not be affected by the rugged ground, causing it to roll over.

But the complex airflow still caused the vehicle to fly crookedly, which also allowed the daemons to chase closer, about to submerge the vehicle.

“Savior Lord, be careful!”

Jubal suddenly pulled up, and the vehicle jumped high into the air, leaping over a break in the ground.

“Hold on!”

Ron turned around and stepped on the side of the vehicle, holding two bolter weapons in both hands, constantly firing special alchemical bolter rounds, repelling the daemons trying to pounce over.

The shell casings fell like raindrops.

Fortunately, the machine spirits of these legendary bolter weapons were strong enough, without any jams or explosions in the middle, allowing them to pass this crisis without any danger.

At this time, Jubal also showed an excited smile: “I've found a new path; we can shake them off!”

The White Hawk landed and suddenly turned into a narrow Webway branch.

The Slaaneshi Greater Daemons were unable to enter at all due to their size, and even more so because too many daemons poured in at the same time and got stuck.

This was also one of the disadvantages of daemons.

Daemons were too powerful, too numerous, and their emotions were often in the extreme, causing them to rarely consider any tactics when invading.

They all used the daemon sea tactic to submerge the enemy, and were also prone to being blocked due to mindless attacks.

Jubal also took a few turns in the narrow Webway branch, and then continued to the Black Throne area through another road.

This was the advantage of the Savior's many years of operation in Commorragh.

Through various large and small cabals, he had mastered many Webway lines and could travel to his destination or launch attacks through different roads.

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the Chaos Daemons had not chased after them, putting down the two legendary bolter weapons with their red-hot muzzles and thick smoke.

Those two bolt weapons were found in a ruin, said to be one of the weapons forged by the Lord of the Salamanders.

Ron was quite satisfied with these weapons that had resolved his crisis, wishing he could kiss them: "These twin bolters are powerful! Worthy of being weapons forged by Vulkan himself!"

Originally, he had been using the twin bolters as decorations, but today was the first time he used them, and he didn't expect their power to be so amazing.

He even felt the excitement of the machine spirit within.

This was inevitable. The twin bolters had been buried in the ruins for many years before they were rediscovered and placed in the hands of the Hope Primarch Savior.

But that Savior had always treated them as decorations, diligently applying sacred oil, but never firing them.

He even gave them a nickname—Guns of Peace.

After being suppressed for ten thousand years, this pair of twin bolters was finally able to fire, striking down heretical abominations, so wouldn't the machine spirit be excited?

"Hiss~"

Ron frowned slightly, finally reacting and noticing the problem with the legendary weapons:

"I don't think I even changed the magazine, yet I fired almost nine thousand rounds of bolter shells. That can't be, did the machine spirit receive a fierce blessing from the Omnissiah?!"

He thought about it and felt a little puzzled.

These Guns of Peace, legendary bolter weapons, not only had a firing speed and strength that could be described as brutal, but even the bullets were generated out of thin air?

They were simply war beasts!

But this was the Webway, too close to the Warp, anything could happen.

It didn't seem that strange.

After all, within the territory of the Imperium of Man, there were too many Omnissiah manifestation events caused by machine spirits, even incidents of agricultural tillers defeating heavy Chaos Engines.

Ron didn't continue to delve into it, put away the twin bolter weapons, and began to read the information sent by the White Scars Primarch Jaghatai Khan.

They had already crossed the defense line set up by the Chaos Demons and were approaching the Black Throne area.

This Savior leaned back on the sidecar and urged, "Little Zhu, see if you can find a closer route, let's hurry over there too."

"I'll take a look."

Zhu Bajie nodded respectfully, using the radar on the White Scars bike to continue searching for a new route.

Then he led the Savior towards the destination.

At the same time.

The latest news about the Hope Primarch Savior also spread to the Warp, causing a stir among the Chaos Demons.

"Heh~

I didn't expect the Hope Primarch Savior of humanity to be so weak and powerless. It seems the legends are false..."

The Keeper of Secrets of Slaanesh, Chaos Combat Champion—Shalaxi Helbane, looked at a projected image of the Hope Primarch Savior being knocked away and awkwardly slammed into the ground, revealing a strong disdain.

Through the projection's estimation, that Savior was certainly no match for her.

"Khorne has actually chosen such a weak primarch as his eternal enemy, it's truly a disgrace to us demons."

Shalaxi shook her head and sighed slightly.

Even the other Greater Daemons of Slaanesh around her no longer had the respectful, fearful attitude towards the Savior as before.

Instead, there was a sense of being deceived and angry.

They all suddenly realized.

That Hope Primarch Savior had always been showing off by relying on cursed weapons, and his true strength seemed to be rarely exposed.

Over the years, the Chaos Greater Daemons had long since researched ways to deal with holy weapons, at least not being easily killed like before.

Perhaps, it was time to break the legend of that Savior.

Shalaxi sent out a demonic messenger: "Go tell Khorne that Helbane will take the head of that humble Savior and crush it in front of him.

The opponent he is so proud of is just a bluffing, pathetic fool, not worth mentioning."

Killing Khorne's eternal enemy, whom he always proclaims with reverence, and then desecrating his head, was undoubtedly the most powerful humiliation to the Supreme Bloodthirster.

It could also provoke that fool into a duel with her.

Shalaxi personally drove the Chariot of Torment, the helpless, twisted bodies screaming as the chariot ran, and the tentacle cloak gifted by the Lord of Slaanesh fluttered behind her.

In the distance, in the Warp area, a crack could be faintly seen, and from the distorted and blurred scene of the crack, a huge Black Throne could be seen.

She would lead her followers to invade the area where that Black Throne was located.

The Dark Eldar mechanical facilities and cursed clone bodies there were so precious, and she believed that the Savior would not miss them either.

Once the Hope Primarch Savior dared to come, that would be his burial ground!

… …

A certain area of the Warp.

Fierce flames burned as a Brass Chariot was rapidly approaching another veil fissure, and the opposite side of the fissure was also the Webway area where the Black Throne was located.

"Impossible!"

Khorne stood on the Brass Chariot, staring at a projection.

When he saw the scene of the Savior slamming heavily to the ground, his heart ached beyond words, and he couldn't believe it.

This Supreme Bloodthirster closed his eyes in pain: "Blood God, this is absolutely impossible, my eternal enemy, how can you fall in front of other demons!"

At this moment, Khorne's faith was somewhat collapsing.

He really couldn't understand.

Why was the Savior so easily defeated by those five Greater Daemons of Slaanesh? Aren't they just five Chaos Greater Daemons? Just a few axe swings.

Could it be that the Savior was preserving his strength?

But through the energy perception on the projection, that Savior really didn't have much power left, not even deploying holy weapons.

Khorne's bloodshot eyes widened, trying to use his few remaining intelligence, his brain was smoking.

In the end, he came up with an answer:

"That may just be an avatar of the Savior, the truly powerful body has not yet appeared?!"

In fact, this answer was just his guess, only in this way could he explain the current situation.

But this Supreme Bloodthirster was approaching the most mysterious mystery in the galaxy, that is, where is the Savior's main body?

Perhaps what has appeared in the galaxy and the Warp in these years has never been his true body.

No one knows his true strength.

In any case, this matter had planted a seed of doubt in Khorne's heart, and he also felt a little that the Savior was not as powerful as he had imagined.

Even if the main body came, it would still not be his opponent.

Perhaps those cursed weapons of the Savior had already been exhausted in the war in Nurgle's Garden.

So that now he can't come up with many powerful cursed weapons to strike the demons.

This Supreme Bloodthirster became more and more confident.

He believed that he could cut off the Savior's head in this battle, and from then on there would be no more enemies, becoming an eternal legend in the Warp!

Hiss~

A thin, twisted, dog-like Slaanesh demon crawled out of the void, babbled something, and then jumped back into the void.

That was Shalaxi's messenger.

Roar—

"Helbane, you are courting death!"

Khorne roared.

This Supreme Bloodthirster turned visibly red, Helbane despised the Hope Primarch Savior and even wanted to cut off his head.

What a humiliation?!

In any case, the Hope Primarch Savior can only be defeated by him, Khorne!

This Supreme Bloodthirster rushed towards the veil fissure with a fierce momentum, invading the Webway where the Black Throne was located.

He was prepared to let Helbane know what unstoppable power was before challenging the Savior.

Commorragh, Black Throne area.

The war in this area was becoming more and more intense, more and more demons were gathering, the White Scars Primarch Jaghatai Khan, the Supreme Bloodthirster, and Helbane also began to invade towards the center from different directions.

At the same time.

"Little Zhu ah~

In the future, when choosing roads, pay attention to whether the road conditions are safe…"

The Savior squatted on the broken, smoking White Scars bike sidecar, being pushed by the White Scars Chapter Master, clanging and banging, arriving at the scene.

He was going to participate in the final battle, facing the demons.