Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

After that fissure appeared, the aura of the Warp surged forth, also absorbing the emotional energy condensed within the Commorragh webway.

“Fear and hatred?”

Ron felt the emotional energy within and understood that the path vaguely appearing in the fissure was one of the eight paths to godhood in the Warp.

Most likely, it was the Dissolution of Greed.

Of course, it wasn't a true path, but rather a conceptual embodiment; almost all high-level beings in the galaxy had unknowingly embarked on different paths to godhood.

It was just that the influence they experienced varied in degree.

Only by reaching the very pinnacle could one become a true god of the Warp.

Currently, those who could reach the pinnacle were the four Chaos Gods—Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle; the Emperor, in fact, could also do it.

But he was stuck on a bug and stubbornly refused to ascend.

As for the most powerful contender for the sixth Warp God, Vashtorr the Arkifane, representing malicious artifice, had already been killed by the Emperor.

Now, the Warp was about to welcome the most powerful contender for the seventh Warp God, the Supreme Overlord Vect, representing the Dissolution of Greed!

“Looking at it this way, Vect, that old fellow, is quite the character.”

Ron gazed at the fissure with considerable emotion, casually pulling the legendary power sword out of the Great Daemon of Slaanesh's large butt, causing it to emit an even more mournful wail.

But he always felt that Vect alone would have difficulty achieving such a feat.

From an ordinary slave of the ancient Eldar Empire to the Supreme Overlord ruling Commorragh, a contender for the seventh Warp God.

It would be a miracle if the Changer of Ways hadn't assisted in this.

Even the human Imperium spanning the galaxy occasionally needed the Changer of Ways' maintenance, let alone Commorragh.

The only question was what the Changer of Ways' purpose was: to create a powerful opponent for the Prince of Pleasure, weakening its power, or to hope that the Supreme Overlord Vect would fail at the moment of his greatest success.

Turning the Supreme Overlord's and the Dark Eldar Haemonculi's meticulously planned scheme of ten thousand years into a grand joke, creating even more chaos.

Then, He would hide behind the scenes, secretly enjoying it all.

Ron hoped it was the former, allowing Vect to succeed quickly, roll into the Warp, and stop affecting him in the real world.

Anyway, there were already a plethora of daemons and monsters in the Warp; one more wouldn't make much of a difference, and that old fellow might not necessarily reach the end under the gods' obstruction.

If it was the latter, he would have to ensure Vect's success.

To this end, he had even taken several precautionary measures to ensure the success of this ascension-to-godhood plan.

The changes in the Black Throne intensified the war in the core area; the Great Daemon of Slaanesh accelerated the intensity of its attacks, while the Great Daemon of Khorne desperately tried to stop it.

As for those Great Daemons of Tzeentch, they were still slacking off on the periphery.

“Foolish beast, get out of my way!”

Shalaxi Helbane looked at Ka'Bandha, who was blocking her path, and her anger grew even stronger: “Do you really want to see a new high-level god emerge in the Warp?”

“Helbane, you're getting anxious.”

Ka'Bandha stubbornly blocked Helbane, revealing a smug sneer: “I said, I won't let you gain any battle merits.”

This Supreme Bloodthirster's only goal was to cut down Helbane while preventing her from achieving any war objectives.

His two blood axes swung with ferocious force, cleaving Helbane away, then turning to hack at the Great Daemons of Slaanesh who came to obstruct him.

The essence of his soul was condensing in another dimension, becoming increasingly powerful.

The fear and hatred of countless lives and souls within the Commorragh webway were shaping a new Warp God.

“I've succeeded; no one will be able to stop my power…”

Vect thought so.

Of course, he knew the dangers of the Warp; the Chaos Gods would never allow a new Warp God to emerge, not even a sliver of a possibility.

That was why the Black Throne was needed.

After he became a Warp God and adapted to the power within, he would immediately flee back to the webway, like Cegorach, the Laughing God of the Eldar.

Then, using the Black Throne, this magnificent machine spanning the galaxy, he would control the entire webway, arbitrarily manipulating the gates of each webway, opening or closing them.

The veil of the webway would also become more solid.

At that time, the Dark Eldar and the many lives in the webway would be free from the corruption of She Who Thirsts and the other Chaos Gods.

However, they would usher in a new master, the God of Deceit—Vect!

Vect had already thought of a way to become stronger.

He would replace She Who Thirsts in devouring the souls of the Dark Eldar, while driving them to the galaxy to capture more lives, feeding his authority and divine might.

So as to walk to the end of the Dissolution of Greed path, becoming the fifth true god of the Warp!

Those poor Asurmen's descendants, and that Savior, still didn't know what was about to happen.

Even if they knew, they would be helpless.

They would only be fit to prostrate themselves at his feet, begging for the God of Deceit's protection, granting them the right to pass through the webway.

This was one of his most core authorities.

Vect hoped to use the right of webway passage as a condition to exchange for a continuous stream of slaves from the human Imperium as nourishment.

He believed the human Imperium would agree to this.

The short-lived monkey-men would be willing to do anything for the navigation route.

Even sacrificing the lives of one star system after another; even the Emperor would compromise on this.

That poor fellow, as the once strongest life in the galaxy, had paid too much for the webway; as long as he slightly offered some webway passage rights.

It would be enough to make that fellow endure humiliation and cooperate with him in doing some things.

Pa—

The culture tank shattered, and the Supreme Overlord Vect's body was wrapped in intense energy, forming a shockwave that repelled all the surrounding life.

Even the Custodian Guard Commander and the Twin Great Daemons were blown away by the overflowing energy.

“Worship me…”

Vect floated in mid-air, enduring much pain.

But he wore a smile on his face, overlooking everyone present, especially giving the Primaris Marine Savior a provocative look.

“Primaris Marine, thank you for stopping the Chaos Daemons; I will repay you well in the future; perhaps you can kneel now.”

???

Ron blocked the Keeper of Secrets' pincer attack with his sword, raising his middle finger at Vect.

He didn't quite understand what this old fellow was going crazy about.

Fortunately, now no one could stop Vect from entering the Warp; the plan was considered to have smoothly reached a crucial step.

Swoosh ~

Amidst a burst of wild laughter, Vect's body was torn apart by powerful energy, and the rest of his soul essence was sucked into the Warp.

He completely abandoned his material body and entered the Warp.

Everyone could feel that powerful aura; a new god was born in the Warp.

The Haemonculi Masters fell into a frenzy: “The noble Dark Eldar have finally ushered in a god of their own!”

This was the most glorious thing.

The Haemonculi had personally created the god of their race; that god would help the race resist She Who Thirsts in the future.

“Vect that fellow has finally left.”

Ron was even happier.

Because after the Supreme Overlord Vect entered the Warp, the Black Throne's “bandwidth” was freed up, with enough space to introduce the soul power of the mini-sun.

Then, he could control the Emperor's clone.

He looked expectantly at a certain area: “Old Khan, now it's up to you…”

“Sons of the White Scars, follow me!”

Buzz—

With a powerful engine roar, the White Scars Primarch Jaghatai Khan's heavy artifact vehicle, the Pale Spear, suddenly charged out, followed by more elite White Scars warriors.

They floored the accelerator and charged straight towards the area where the Emperor's clone was located, without the slightest hesitation.

The cold light of the White Tiger Blade flashed, and any enemies that blocked the way were cut down.

Khan's veins bulged, and it was clear that he had entered a desperate state, racing against time.

He drove the vehicle through the mechanical buildings, breaking through defenses and walls, bringing the sacred machine to the core area as quickly as possible.

This White Scars Primarch had been lying in wait until this moment, which was the key to whether the mission could succeed.

Fortunately, he had crossed all the daemons and alien defenses, successfully leading the team to their destination.

This made Ron and the others feel excited, but also more nervous, because the truly dangerous battle was about to come.

“Hey, hey, hey, make way, don't block my research…”

The Dark Mechanicus Magos, the genius Cawl's huge body came down from the vehicle, still panting as he carried mechanical facilities.

His several ferocious mechanical arms broke through the Haemonculi's flesh-and-blood mechanical defenses, pushing aside those Haemonculi who didn't understand what was happening, and injecting some electronic viruses along the way.

Temporarily depriving them of their ability to cause trouble.

After that, he cooperated with Mork'ar to quickly carry out the modification of the Black Throne.

This was a plan they had researched countless times, and all the relevant mechanical facilities and steps were prepared.

The two Magi stretched out dozens of mechanical arms, connecting those sacred machines to the Black Throne, with astonishing speed.

One person was equal to a construction team.

“Your technology is too crude, isn't it? Inserting so many unnecessary parts.”

Cawl's mechanical arm pulled out a pile of parts and threw them behind him, then injected his data packet into the throne: “Um… where is the energy switch?”

This was something that had been discussed long ago.

He had to temporarily shut down the Black Throne to prevent it from causing any trouble when Viktor entered the Warp.

Soon, the complex data commands injected by Cawl took effect.

The roaring rhythm of this magnificent mechanical construct ceased abruptly, and the special fissures on the Black Throne closed.

Meanwhile, in the Warp.

This chaotic, infinite dimension constructed of pure energy is filled with the emotions and thoughts of all sentient beings in reality.

They are all twisted into grotesque shapes, to be consumed by the entities within, the Nightmares.

Thus, more terror and whispered murmurings are spawned.

"All struggles, betrayals, and conspiracies have ended, the eternal crown has been forged."

Twisted shadows greedily watched all of this, a hoarse and chilling voice traveling into the distance: "O Warp, you have welcomed a new god, and the Chaos Gods will fear my arrival.

But they can only watch helplessly as the temple of the God of Plots is built higher and higher!"

Viktor felt the new life and the immense Warp energy within him, and he was still absorbing more hatred and fear.

In the future, the thoughts and emotions generated by these sentient beings will continuously nourish him, this new god.

"It's time to return to the Webway, to avoid being hunted by the Chaos Gods..."

Viktor restrained the increasingly violent emotions in his heart, thinking this.

He had only just acquired his authority and still needed time to grow.

However, when he tried to return along the passage left by the Black Throne, he found nothing in front of him, nothing at all.

???

"Where's the passage back?!"

At this moment, the newly born God of Plots was stunned.

He had nowhere in the Warp to provide protection, and more malice was already coming, drawn by the scent.

He looked at the larger shadows slowly drifting in the distance, feeling a little panicked.

This was the Warp that Viktor had dreamed of, a high-end game for high-level beings.

Soon, screams echoed into the distance.

......

Commorragh Webway, Black Throne area.

Buzz ~

Gentle golden radiance flickered.

The sacred machine continuously injected the soul energy of the Little Sun into the Emperor's clone within the Black Throne, even the pipelines connected to the body were covered with golden light.

"Why isn't it working yet?!"

Rowan stood beside the throne, frowning as he watched the operating sacred machine.

"Savior, please don't rush me... I'm busy!"

Cawl manipulated the machine, his words stuttering, covered in sweat.

He looked very stressed.

He had to use sacred energy to connect the Little Sun to the Emperor's clone, while deeply controlling the Black Throne to restart it.

"Whether all of us can live depends on your skills..."

Rowan looked at the dark, tsunami-like tide of daemons in front of him, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Due to the Black Throne being paused, more veil rifts had appeared, and hordes of Chaos Daemons were invading, with almost no possibility of resistance.

No one could help them now, not even the Emperor.

The Warp became even more turbulent.

Apart from the Lord of Plague lying in the Black Cells, the other three Chaos Gods had emerged from their respective domains, eyeing this Webway with covetous eyes.

The Emperor was blocking them.

Perhaps in a dimension unseen by anyone, the Emperor was engaged in an endless battle with the Chaos Gods, to prevent their invasion of the Webway.

This was quite stressful for the Emperor.

"Who allowed you to pass?!"

Ka'Bandha roared, grabbing the Great Unclean One, the Doom of Hellas, and beating it savagely, rolling around in the tide of Chaos Daemons.

"Then I'll kill you first!" Slaanesh was covered in wounds, she was also enraged, and engaged in a deathmatch with the Supreme Bloodthirster.

Every strike was so deadly.

However, this surging tide of daemons inevitably swept towards the core area of the throne, the defensive lines were shrinking.

One warrior after another fell.

"For the Emperor!"

The White Scars Primarch, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Titus, and others also fought hard, risking their lives for the Webway routes of the Imperium of Man.

Many Greater Daemons entangled and broke through the force field defense, howling as they grabbed at the Emperor's clone.

Rowan gritted his teeth and stepped forward, desperately mobilizing his already exhausted psychic power to resist the attacks of the abomination.

Those attacks shattered the psychic shield and struck him heavily.

The armor on this Hope Primarch Savior was almost completely corroded, his body was covered in rotten flesh, and twisted tentacles grew out, he was no longer able to resist.

When he crashed to the ground, he had already lost his breath.

"Brother?!"

The White Scars Primarch Khan's eyes were bloodshot, wanting to go up and help, but he was also deeply involved in the battle and could not provide any help.

"Is this what it feels like to be corrupted..."

Rowan slumped to the ground as if melting, the functions of his bodily organs were almost completely lost, and even his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

Thump ~

After his heart forcibly beat once, it fell silent.

Thump! Thump! Thump!!!!

Suddenly, a stronger heartbeat appeared, like the pulse of the solid earth, so powerful.

Intense golden light covered the black throne, everyone felt that familiar energy, the power from the Great Being!

In an instant, whether it was humans, aliens, or daemons, they held their breath and looked towards the source of the light.

In the dazzling golden light, that tall, robust figure slowly stood up, releasing unparalleled power.

No one could ignore his existence.

He was covered in sacred golden armor, with a crown of the sun on his head, golden flames gushing out from every gap in the armor, forming a liquid halo flowing on the surface of the armor.

Every part of this body was so perfect and wild.

Anyone who saw the appearance of this being could not help but feel fear and even submission.

"The...the Cursed One?"

The pupils of the Chaos Daemons shrank sharply, a trace of fear arising in their hearts.

"Emperor."

The Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes and his Custodian Guards could not help but burst into tears when they saw this sacred scene.

"Fa...Father..."

Even the White Scars Primarch Khan was lost in thought, walking over blankly.

He looked at the being in front of him, as if recalling the high-spiritedness of the Great Crusade tens of thousands of years ago, when his brothers had not yet slaughtered each other, and still had a common father.

That being heard him.

The resolute face, carved with knives and axes, looked at the White Scars Primarch, and the familiar voice from the Emperor ten thousand years ago rang out:

"Khan, why are you being so polite? Just call me brother."

As he spoke, his thick hand wrapped around the other's shoulder, winking: "Didn't you say you'd go to a big health spa with me?

We'll have a good time then."

???

This almost paralyzed Khan.

"Emperor..." The Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes looked at this scene, feeling a little difficulty breathing, and his fists were a little hard.

"You are Rowan?!"

Khan also reacted from his daze, realizing that the true soul within the clone body in front of him was the Hope Primarch Savior.

That is to say, their plan... succeeded!

"Cough cough cough.

I... I am Rowan, just a little unaccustomed."

Rowan tried hard to adapt to the infinite power within his body, his understanding of the Warp and psychic power reached a higher level, and he also regained his own voice.

Even his face became more like his own.

At this moment, he finally understood the Emperor's power, psychic talent and physical potential were simply invincible.

Even if he didn't do anything, he could naturally become a true powerhouse.

"Now, it's time to deal with you..."

Rowan walked down the steps of the throne, the connecting pipelines gradually falling off, and the aura on his body was getting stronger.

He picked up the legendary power sword on the ground and ignited it.

A golden flame more than three meters long spurted out, turning this weapon into a holy sword burning with sacred flames, and the complex runes within could still be vaguely seen.

After that, he psychically grabbed another power sword, and a holy sword burning in the same way appeared.

Buzz ~

"I'm so strong now... that even I'm afraid!"

Golden wings grew from Rowan's back, holding the more than three-meter-long holy swords in both hands, and charged towards the tide of Chaos Daemons.

The golden figure killed seven in and seven out in the tide of Chaos Daemons, and the daemons shivered and panicked wherever he passed.

No Greater Daemon dared to block the edge of this being, they could only run away with their heads in their hands.

Roar —

A terrifying roar came out.

"Savior, we have finally ushered in the final battle, Ka'Bandha will cut off your head!"

Ka'Bandha ended the battle and crawled out of a ruin, holding the heads of the Great Unclean One, the Doom of Hellas, in his hand.

He was menacing, and his fighting spirit and strength reached their peak.

This Supreme Bloodthirster was in extreme excitement, waiting for so many years, he finally ushered in the life-and-death battle with his lifelong enemy.

He looked towards the Savior's aura and saw a tall and strong golden figure.