Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"Savior, I have failed your trust."

Jubal lowered his head with some shame.

When he was choosing a shortcut through the Webway, he unfortunately ran headfirst into another wave of daemons, and it was the Hope Primarch Savior who withstood all the daemons and fought his way out.

"At least we arrived on time, so it can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Ron waved his hand, not dwelling on the matter any further.

He raised his head and looked up at the distant area, a strange sense of shock rising from his heart.

That was the mechanical creation of the Dark Eldar alien—the Black Throne. Although called a throne, it was actually a massive mechanical complex.

Composed of countless complex metal structures and gears.

Some parts even used living biological tissue, making the mechanical complex even more terrifying.

"What truly impressive mechanical art…"

After resting sufficiently, Ron got off the sidecar of the White Scars bike and walked towards the mechanical structure area.

This was the magnificent mechanical creation that the Supreme Overlord Vect had built by consuming countless resources and lives, and few machines in the galaxy could compare to it.

He could feel the roaring rhythm contained within.

At this moment, the Hope Primarch Savior had only one thought:

This damn thing seems to be bigger than the Golden Throne. If I go up there, will I really be able to come down? Won't the ending be even worse than the Emperor's?!

But I'm already here.

Things have reached this point, and he has no choice but to continue.

Today, this Webway area has become one of the most terrifying battlefields in the galaxy.

Warp rifts tore huge wounds in the veil, and the surface of the mechanical complex was stained with a strange, distorted light.

Three completely different Chaos energies were invading the Webway reality, and more Chaos mutations were occurring.

The pink and purple mist of Slaanesh descended from the dome, rivers of bloody magma spewed from the ground, and twisted blue runes grew backward along the architectural lines.

The Chaos Daemons under the command of the Chaos Gods attacked from different directions.

Six androgynous Keepers of Secrets descended onto the Dark Eldar's defenses on desire-filled spiral staircases, their perfect bodies reflecting the faces of thousands of hungry souls.

They emitted a seductive fragrance, causing the surrounding Kabalite Warriors to dissolve into pink slime amidst screams, and then recombine into terrifying creatures.

And the souls of the warriors had long been absorbed.

Eight Bloodthirsters roared as they crawled out of the magma blood sea, their bodies cast from the hardest rock, making it difficult for dark matter rays to cause damage.

The blood axes wielded by these raging beasts became mobile meat grinders, one head after another being chopped off, forming a special skull cairn to worship the Blood God.

Nine Lords of Change simultaneously chanted paradoxical incantations.

These Chaos Greater Daemons were only the vanguard; more invaders were arriving.

The abominable daemons surged towards the fortress spires that the Black Heart Kabal had spent countless centuries building like a tsunami.

"Commorragh's wound is tearing open, spilling true blood…"

The Black Throne had entered a critical stage, and the Supreme Overlord Vect in the culture medium was unable to send any more information to the outside world.

He looked at the tide of daemons surging towards the Black Throne area and felt a sense of powerlessness.

Vect suddenly realized that he had lost control of the situation, that all the arrangements were so powerless, and had even become poisoned blades stabbing at himself.

It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything.

That was something that had never happened in tens of thousands of years. The Supreme Overlord felt like a chess piece, manipulated by higher-level beings.

The slightest release of their anger could devour him.

"Is this game with the Changer of Ways ultimately my failure?!"

Vect thought powerlessly.

The defensive line he had set up could no longer stop the invasion of the Chaos Daemons, and the godhood plan that had been prepared for ten thousand years had become a bubble.

The Hungry Lady would eventually take away the souls of all Dark Eldar, inflicting eternal torment!

This was undoubtedly the most frightening thing for the Dark Eldar, and even the Supreme Overlord was no exception.

Thinking of this, Vect's face became distorted:

"Chaos Gods, I have failed, lost this crown, and even the heart of Commorragh is riddled with holes because of your corruption…

But how do you know that it is not the perfect barb buried in your throats?"

The Supreme Overlord's eyes became firm. Commorragh and the Dark Eldar could only belong to him, and to no one else.

Once he failed and the Chaos Daemons occupied the Commorragh Webway.

Then everyone would enjoy Commorragh's final dessert—the micro-blackstone device on his tongue would activate the self-destruct device, plunging the entire Commorragh into destruction, and the Dark Eldar would perish with it.

The large special soul circuit hidden in Commorragh would also absorb the souls of all Dark Eldar and dedicate them to the Eldar's God of Death.

That would also be his final revenge.

The Craftworld Eldar cousins and that God of Death would continue to avenge the Hungry Lady.

Just as Vect was waiting for the final destruction, a new army invaded the Black Throne area.

It was a mixed army of Asurmen's descendants.

Many Kabalite armaments, Haemonculi, Orks, Tyranids, and Mandrake legions poured into the Black Heart Kabal's defenses.

"Damn rebels!"

The superior Archon of the Black Heart Kabal became increasingly angry when he saw the attacking Asurmen's descendants rebels.

He did not expect the rebels to attack at this time. In addition to the Chaos Daemons, they also had to face new enemies.

Making the situation even more desperate.

"That idiot Asurmen's descendant chose to attack at this time. Does he want to see Commorragh fall into destruction?!"

The Dark Eldar of the Black Heart Kabal all felt a burst of powerlessness and chill.

They did not expect Asurmen's descendants to be as vicious as the Supreme Overlord, using any means to strike at the enemy, even at the cost of destroying everything.

However, the united army of Asurmen's descendant's Kabal did not attack the Kabal, but turned around to block the daemons.

Archons such as Verkk calmly issued orders to defend against the daemons.

Their voices echoed across the battlefield: "We have come in accordance with the orders of Asurmen's descendants to defend against the Chaos Daemons with you.

From now on, we are comrades in arms, not enemies!"

"Lord Asurmen also said that all armaments in Commorragh must ensure the safety of the Black Throne and the Supreme Overlord. Only in this way can we protect the future of Commorragh…"

Asurmen's descendants' generous and knowledgeable actions moved the Dark Eldar of the Black Heart Kabal greatly.

They no longer hated each other, but joined forces to fight the enemy.

"Asurmen's descendants, I should really admire your courage…"

Even the Supreme Overlord Vect, soaking in a special solution, inexplicably felt a touch of emotion.

He did not expect that guy to send his troops at all costs to help resist the daemons at such a moment.

But that emotion was only temporary, and it soon vanished.

What followed was unparalleled rejoicing and frenzy. The Supreme Overlord realized that his plan to ascend to godhood had a chance of success.

"I am about to descend on the stage of the Warp and become a high-level existence that influences the fate of the galaxy. At that time, I will no longer be a chess piece to be manipulated.

As for Asurmen's descendants, they are not even qualified to become my enemy. His pathetic efforts and struggles will all become stepping stones for my ascension…"

But what he did not know was.

That Asurmen's descendant, the Hope Primarch Savior, was more afraid than anyone else of Vect's "ascension to godhood" plan failing.

Ron knew Vect's character very well. That old bastard would definitely destroy everything before failing.

Therefore, he had to safely send Vect into the Warp.

With the assistance of the mixed coalition forces in the Redemption subsector, the Black Throne area entered the classic chaotic phase, and the colorful armies of various forces fought into a pot of porridge.

This was also the situation that Ron deliberately created to facilitate the White Scars Primarch Khan and his men to approach the core of the Black Throne.

The White Scars' cavalry squad had already hidden inside a mechanical structure and could launch a final raid at any time to place the sacred machine and guide the small sun's soul.

The key was for the Supreme Overlord Vect to successfully enter the Warp and vacate the "bandwidth" of the Black Throne, so that the small sun's soul energy could catch up.

"Let's go over there quickly too…"

Ron and Jubal, under the cover of the Mandrake Shadows, slowly groped towards the core of the Black Throne.

Buzz ~

The operation of this magnificent mechanical building had reached the final stage, and a rich soul energy permeated the jet-black throne at its core.

You could even faintly hear the sound of a heartbeat.

That was the sound from the heart of the Emperor's clone sitting on the throne. Although the clone had no consciousness, the various functions of its body were already running.

As the clone of the strongest life form in the galaxy, its emanating power.

Made the surrounding aliens feel frightened.

Not only the xenos, but even the Chaos Daemons were wary.

After all, that man was once the strongest lifeform in the galaxy, and now he is the most powerful cursed being in the Warp, a super-bright lightbulb, the King of Darkness!

Buzz ~

The last surge of energy flowed into the mechanical structure of the throne, and with a crackling sound, more white psychic lightning spread along the conduits, eventually injecting into the Black Throne.

The Emperor's clone floated into the air, a massive amount of psychic power impacting this body, its power almost capable of tearing apart any flesh.

But the clone withstood it, its eyes bursting with dazzling white light.

With such a large reaction, everyone knew that the Supreme Overlord's ascension plan had reached its final step.

Hiss—

“We are the feast itself, and your pain is a fine wine...”

The Slaaneshi Twin Greater Daemons, Dexcessa and Synessa, broke through the defenses established by the Black Heart Kabal, and burst into the core area of the throne.

Gorgeous daemon wings, like colorful butterflies, fluttered slightly, and scarlet crystal clusters grew out of the void, piercing all the Kabalite warriors who tried to stop them.

Even the heavy weaponry along the way disintegrated under this attack.

The Twin Daemons' bone whips and piercing swords were entwined with the mists of lust, cutting the entire space into prisms refracting countless emotions.

For the Dark Eldar, this was a deadly trap, capable of drowning them in their own extreme emotions.

The two Greater Daemons suddenly charged towards the Black Throne.

The Prince of Pleasure had long realized the impact of the smooth operation of the Black Throne on Commorragh, and desperately wanted to destroy it.

Now that the Black Heart Kabal's forces in the core area had been annihilated, no one could stop the destruction of the Black Throne.

But before the Twin Daemons could launch an attack, several white lightning bolts struck.

“For… the Savior and the Khan!”

A White Scars biker squad charged out at an extremely fast speed, resisting the Chaos Daemons with such valor.

However, if you looked closely, on the sidecar of each White Scars bike, squatted a high-ranking golden corn—a Custodian.

The Custodian Captain and his warriors jumped from the sidecars, activating their jump packs in mid-air, and slammed down hard in front of the Twin Daemons.

The Custodian Captain drew the sword from his waist, pointing it at the enemy in front of him: “In the name of the Golden Throne, heretics, halt!”

“This body is the wall of the throne, a shield wall formation.”

The Custodians behind the Captain raised their shields and formed a neat wall, unmoving.

Any heretical abomination wanting to pass through here to desecrate the Emperor's clone would first have to step over the corpses of these servants of the Emperor!

“Hounds of the cursed one!”

The Twin Daemons wanted to bypass the shield wall, but were blocked by the psychic and force field wall formed by the Custodians.

They let out angry roars, joining forces to attack the Custodians, the pink and purple daemon flames intertwined with the light of gunfire and power swords.

Afterwards, more Chaos Daemons invaded, and the Thunder Warriors and White Scars warriors stepped forward to stop them, also using more than a dozen sacred ash grenades to break the siege.

The Black Throne area was like lighting one yellow lightbulb after another, but the Chaos Daemons had ways to deal with it, as well as the protection of the Chaos Gods, making their attacks even bolder.

“This is not good, we are outnumbered…”

Ron hid in the corner of a mechanical structure, staring intently at the situation on the battlefield, in order to prevent any accidents from happening.

But he also realized that there were too many Chaos Daemons, and this side couldn't hold on any longer.

Suddenly, a six-legged Slaaneshi Keeper of Secrets broke through the defense constructed by the White Scars warriors, and swung its long, sharp blade towards the complex conduits of the Black Throne.

Bang—

The force field near the Black Throne blocked this strike, but the Keeper of Secrets was not discouraged, but continued to slash, strike after strike.

Each strike consumed the energy of the special force field.

What's even more troublesome is that now there was no one who could stop that Chaos Daemon.

Ron looked at the force field that was about to break, his scalp tingling, and he couldn't care less about hiding himself, flying forward to stop it.

“I'll take you on!”

He used almost all of his strength in one strike, kicking the Chaos Daemon away with a big foot, and then ran over and started beating it wildly.

The appearance of the Primarch Savior attracted more attention, and several Chaos Daemons attacked.

This was the reason why he hadn't shown himself before.

For the Chaos Warp, the priority of the Primarch Savior was no lower than that of the Black Throne and the Emperor's clone.

“Want to sneak attack?!”

Ron dodged the Slaaneshi Greater Daemon's slash, and without turning his head, gave the Greater Daemon who wanted to sneak attack from behind a sacred ash grenade right in the face.

Causing it to fall to the ground in screams.

Afterwards, he waved his power sword to block the incoming poisoned stinger, and with one sword, chopped off the Greater Daemon's arm holding the poisoned stinger.

Whoosh!

A strong wind swept in.

Ron's psychic senses detected an irresistible danger, even his hairs stood on end.

He rolled on the spot to dodge the spear that was stabbing at him.

The spear pierced into the ground, immediately causing the ground to corrode into a wriggling pit of rotten flesh, obviously containing a deadly poison.

But before he could even blink, the spear disappeared again.

Fast, too fast!

The attacker's speed and skill were simply superb, and they also possessed a special cloak that made it impossible to see the figure launching the attack.

Ron took a deep breath, alert to the attack that could come at any time.

“Savior, you are too weak, you can't even withstand such an attack…”

Shar'Tor the Executioner's voice echoed around.

She had been waiting for the Savior to appear, in order to end this false legend of the Warp.

“Is that so?”

Ron didn't pay too much attention to the enemy's trash talk, to be honest, this little bit of attack power was not even comparable to the old brothers in the forum.

He no longer dodged too much, but stood in place and closed his eyes, feeling the trajectory of the attack.

The cold spear struck again.

“Got you!”

Ron showed a smirk.

He tilted his head slightly, dodging the fatal blow, while grabbing the spear shaft.

And the other hand raised the sacred ash grenade launcher, aiming it at Shar'Tor's face and firing.

“How is this possible?!”

Shar'Tor's pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw the weapon of the cursed one flying over, getting bigger and bigger in her sight.

Duang—

At the moment of the explosion, the Executioner's shield was raised, and the sacred weapon crashed on it and exploded.

But most of the light was refracted in other directions.

This Chaos fighting champion's speed and combat awareness were too strong!

When Ron realized this and wanted to dodge, it was already one step too late.

His body was entangled by many pink tentacles, making it difficult to move.

That was a weapon formed from fragments of the Prince of Pleasure, equipped on the Executioner's body in the form of a cloak, and also the source of her greatest power.

“I've got you…”

Shar'Tor's tall and slender body appeared in front of the Savior, holding the spear and stabbing down hard.

Ron felt the aura of death, even his heartbeat skipped half a beat, and at the moment he activated his trump card—

A huge, crimson daemon body burst in.

“Don't even think about it!”

Ka'Bandha used his blood axe to chop off the tentacles, standing fiercely in front of the Primarch Savior, the spear's target missed, stabbing into the shoulder of this Supreme Bloodthirster.

But he didn't care, and swung his blood axe towards Shar'Tor's face.

That Executioner did not face this violent blow head-on, but pulled away the spear and disappeared into the maze formed by the cloak.

“Ka'Bandha?”

“Savior.”

At this moment, the Primarch Savior and the Supreme Bloodthirster looked at each other, with both brotherly feelings and a strong fighting spirit.

They both knew that there would be a life-and-death battle between the two sides next.

“You came just in time…”

Ron experienced this classic scene of brothers saving each other, and his whole body was a little numb.

As expected, at the critical moment, it was still this non-identical brother who saved him, saving himself another trump card.

“I just didn't want you to have your head taken by other daemons…”

Ka'Bandha's blood-red eyes had a strong fighting spirit: “After cutting off the Executioner's head, I will fight you to the death!”

The killing intent in his heart surged, and he couldn't wait to cut off the Savior's head.

“I await your challenge.”

Ron did not have the slightest worry, and somewhat pretentiously accepted the challenge.

He might not be able to win now, but it might not be the case later.

At this time, the two were wary of possible attacks around them, and couldn't help but become back-to-back enemies.

It looked like the Primarch Savior and the Supreme Bloodthirster were joining forces to fight the enemy, causing the surrounding daemons to be stunned.

“Blood for the Blood God!”

Ka'Bandha seized the opportunity and suddenly pounced forward, knocking away the Executioner who was about to launch an attack.

Ron also re-ignited his legendary power sword and stabbed it into the big butt of another Chaos Greater Daemon.

Boom—

Suddenly, the entire Black Throne area underwent a change.

A strange rift appeared in the sky above the throne, and a twisted road could be vaguely seen…