Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"How is it possible?"

A big golden fist attacked Harris in his field of vision.

He couldn't believe it.

The savior actually had the ability to fly and caught up with him so quickly!

When he reacted and wanted to dodge.

It was too late.

Bang!

Ron's fist full of psychic lightning hit Harris's head and knocked him away with one punch.

Now, with the blessing of more faith power, psychic energy penetrated through the hit point and continued to burn the enemy's soul.

Harris stabilized his body, he couldn't help spitting out thick blood, and there was still a trace of psychic lightning burning at the wound just now.

These psychic powers brought him great pain and penetrated into his soul.

"Savior!"

Seeing that the savior was about to attack again, Harris quickly raised his hand to stop him, as if he had something to say.

Ron stared at him coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

"I am willing to surrender to you and charge for you..."

Harris showed a pleading look, he knew that he could not escape from here.

He who had just enjoyed the power was definitely not willing to die.

Ever since the assassination attempt by his wife, his remaining courage had long been exhausted.

He became the suspicious and death-fearing tyrant Haris.

After being completely corrupted and demonized, he even lost the remaining pride as a monarch.

He was a bloodthirsty demon of Khorne who had lost his courage and pride.

This was a very ridiculous thing.

That was why he committed so many murders but was not favored by the power of Khorne.

Because the power of Khorne he received was too weak.

Khorne did not even discover his existence.

If Haris really went to the Brass Fortress one day, he would most likely be ordered to be executed by Khorne.

He was hung on the high wall as a disgrace and was spurned by the demons.

Seeing that the savior did not speak, Haris hurriedly continued:

"You need a warrior like me to handle some inconvenient things for you.

As long as I can get your forgiveness, I am willing to accept any of your conditions!"

In order to save his life, he was willing to do anything.

Ron looked at the somewhat servile bloodthirsty demon in front of him and smiled gently:

"You should have heard of the prophecy, right?

I hope the prophecy can come true, that is my only condition..."

Harris was stunned and felt desperate.

Of course he knew the prophecy:

The tyrant of the Goli Star Zone will die tragically on the throne!

It seems that the savior is not going to let him live.

Harris' eyes flickered.

The blood mist of his demon body surged, and he suddenly spit out scarlet flame mist to cover his vision, preparing to use it to attack.

But Ron broke through the mist at a faster speed and attacked Harris.

He had been prepared for this move.

The two sides fought in the air, and the sound of sonic booms shook the area.

After several rounds of attacks, Harris made another feint, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

But this time, he had no chance.

"You old man, you still want to run?"

Ron accelerated to catch up, grabbed one of Harris's demon wings, and tore it with all his strength.

Roar!!!

Harris struggled desperately, and his painful wails resounded throughout the nest.

The skin connected to the demon wings on his back was torn, and cracks appeared on the bones inside, oozing thick blood.

Sizzle!

Ron tore off the demon wings violently and threw them down with fresh demon blood.

Then, he grabbed Harris, who was unstable:

"You have nowhere to escape!"

He kicked the bloodthirsty demon to the ground with a fierce kick.

Harris, who lost his demon wings, fell straight to the ground under the heavy blow.

Boom--

The huge demon body slammed into the square on the ground under the acceleration of gravity.

The rocks sank and shattered instantly under the heavy pressure, and countless gravel splashed everywhere.

The square was almost destroyed, and a cracked pit of dozens of meters appeared in the center.

The blood overflowing from the demon body infected this area.

"Damn savior..."

Blood kept overflowing from Harris' mouth, and he tried to struggle to get up.

However, he just stood up.

This area was covered by the artillery fire of the Storm Army's heavy combined brigade.

Dozens of large-caliber heavy artillery knocked him down and he lay back in the pit.

As soon as Harris lay down, he was covered by a shadow.

That was the shadow cast by the Thunder heavy bomber. A bombing squad came over and dropped dozens of hell-type bombing missiles.

The ground shook violently, and the fireballs of the bombing rose.

The square was almost in ruins, and the heretic demon lying on it was probably useless.

After the bomber, there were several rounds of various bombings.

The artillery fire of the surrounding armed forces almost all came to visit.

Even the most poorly equipped worker rebels fired a few rounds of homemade artillery.

People were pouring out their suppressed anger at this cruel tyrant who killed tens of billions of lives.

Harris was like a target, enduring continuous saturation bombing and unable to move at all.

After being hit by several rounds of artillery fire, his whole body was charred and the chaotic power in his body was almost exhausted.

No longer able to protect and restore the demon body.

Bang——

Another cannonball hit Harris's head.

The tyrant who once looked down on this planet and had the power of life and death lay on the ground, dying.

He was severely injured by the bombardment.

Life was meaningless.

As long as the artillery fire is large enough and fierce enough, no creature, no matter how powerful, can withstand it.

However, soon, Harris showed a more frightened look.

His voice was weak:

"No……"

Above the sky, a golden figure fell, burning into flames in the friction of the atmosphere.

Ron's body was covered with violent psychic lightning, and he continued to fall at an accelerated speed.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky.

This move is called:

"Crows fly in planes... no, meteors destroy!"

Seconds before landing.

Ron stopped suddenly and blasted all the gathered psychic power onto Harris.

The impact of the gravity-accelerated body has a reaction force, and his bones may be broken into many sections.

It's too troublesome to recover.

It's safer to use psychic attacks.

The huge psychic lightning completely destroyed Harris' demonic body.

He collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

Ron grabbed Harris, dragged him back to the royal hall, and threw him back onto the half-collapsed mechanical throne.

He said he hoped that prophecy would come true.

The prophecy that the tyrant will die on the throne has been circulating in the Goli sector for thousands of years.

Even after his slight changes, it is still deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Haris had to die on the throne to end this.

As the savior, Ron can also reasonably take over the power from the tyrant with the blessing of prophecy.

This will be helpful for future reigns.

On the Mechanical Throne, the power of Khorne in Haris gradually dissipated.

His demonic body faded away and returned to its original appearance——

A bloated and fat monarch.

In the final moments of his life, Harris's sanity returned and he was temporarily freed from the influence of Chaos.

He recalled horrific acts he had done over the years.

"God-Emperor, what a crime I have committed!"

Harris shed tears. He had violated his faith and felt unparalleled regret in his heart.

But it's too late.

The crime he committed is unforgivable!

Harris struggled to support his body. He looked up at Ron, full of expectation:

"Savior, you can restore all this and make this planet and the Goli sector prosper again, right?"

"certainly!"

Ron's answer was crisp and clear.

Then he stabbed the big golden sword he had just picked up into Harris's chest more neatly.

The sword blade penetrated the heart, pierced the body, and was deeply embedded in the mechanical throne behind.

In this way, Harris died on the Mechanical Throne.

Ron looked at his body and was silent for a while.

He turned around and summoned a Thunder Guard carrying a camera device, urging:

"Hurry up and take pictures, then clean this place thoroughly with high temperature!"

He didn't want to see this guy pretending to be a corpse again.

Soon, the Thunder Guards took the video and uploaded the video to the Dream.

The Dream spacecraft projected this image to the entire planet through signal delivery equipment.

In the image:

The savior, who shines like an angel, stands next to the tyrant's body and announces to everyone that the tyrant is dead.

He promised to bring liberation to the planet.

At the same time, he issued an ultimatum to the tyrant's remaining troops.

Command them to lay down their weapons and seek forgiveness.

Otherwise, it will be a devastating blow!

…

Ron walked out of the burning royal hall.

After killing the tyrant, the battle can basically be declared won.

But for some reason, he had a vague premonition in his heart.