Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Under the influence of the storm, the warp tsunami swept more unknown lives and surged.

Like a giant wave, it hit the human fleet wave after wave.

The Regent's fleet struggled to move forward in this wave, but the storm was still too amazing.

Macragge's Glory, control hall.

"Emergency procedure, continue to increase the energy intensity and overload the engine by 30%!"

Communications Officer Sades conveyed the superior's instructions with a serious face, and he ordered the crew to operate immediately.

Get out of this damn storm as fast as possible.

The time in the warp is long but short. Any delay may cause the ship to deviate from the route, with an error of more than dozens of light years.

It may even cause changes in time.

This is fatal to the war. When they arrive at their destination, the war may have ended for decades or even longer.

Those areas waiting for rescue have turned to ashes.

The communications officer stared at the control panel of the warp engine nervously, and the light from it cast a red glow on everything around.

Fortunately, this order was successfully executed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This flagship is the seat of the great Regent and the guide of the fleet. It is like a sharp knife, leading the fleet to break through the heavy winds and waves.

The Regent's fleet must arrive at Baal at the right time to save everything there.

"My brother is waiting for rescue in blood and fire. No matter what the cost, our fleet must arrive before Baal is destroyed!"

That was the only order of the Regent, so firm and without any argument or error.

"Emperor, these damn heretics stink!"

Sades's nose twitched and smelled a disgusting smell.

Even through the Geller force field and the hull, he could smell the spirit-depleting, sour and nauseating stench brought by the wind.

That was the smell of the storm, and they were in a continuous storm and waves.

He had borrowed an ancient book from the library of the Primarch, which said that the ships of the ancient Terra humans used huge sails to capture the wind as power when sailing out to sea.

They relied on natural wind power to sail everywhere.

But when they encounter terrible storms, the wind as a driving force will also become a killer.

The entire ship will be shattered and destroyed, sinking into the abyss-like seabed.

Sades has never seen the ocean. He has been trained in Holy Terra since he was a child. The resources of the throne world have long been dry. There are no oceans, no rivers, and even the groundwater has dried up.

All water sources are supplied by asteroid ice brought by ships.

After the Regent returned to Holy Terra, he was fortunate to be selected to board the Glory of Macragge and serve the great Primarch until now.

He has lived on the ship most of the time and has never arrived at any planet with an ocean.

"Perhaps, when those ancient Terrans faced ocean storms, they were similar to us now?"

The communications officer thought so.

He only hoped that the ships of the fleet could withstand this storm and avoid the fate of capsizing in the waves of the warp.

However, things did not go as he wished.

Every moment, ships were overturned by the waves and submerged in the abyss of chaos, with no room for survival.

They were lucky to be able to serve the Glory of Macragge, under the protection of the Primarch, and in the safest area within the fleet.

But the erosion of Chaos is always pervasive.

Sades heard something, and looking at a certain area, it seemed that some life was beating against the ship in the storm, they were cheering and laughing unscrupulously.

Even if he temporarily closed his helmet, these dizzy and disgusting sounds still came clearly.

It was not a physical transmission, but a kind of spiritual erosion.

Fortunately, the priest in the control hall recited the scriptures about the Emperor's Word again, which slightly suppressed the discomfort.

"The Emperor blesses..."

Sades closed his eyes and silently recited the prayer of the Emperor's Word in his heart, which always calmed him down.

The great and sacred Emperor was blessing himself.

"Hahahaha!"

Another sharp laugh that made people's teeth ache and their hearts shiver came, so harsh.

Sades suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the area where the laughter came from.

Because the laughter came from the control hall, not far from him!

It was the laughter of a white-robed state priest.

"Emperor, loyal believers have heard the call of the great existence..."

The state priest suddenly tore his robe, as if wailing and rejoicing: "The Lord of Peace is pitying us, we can all live, live forever!"

In an instant, the priest's skin turned white, and then more blister-like pus sacs emerged.

His whole face became rotten and swollen, but more peaceful: "Laughter, comfort, love, accept this..."

Sizzle~

A cloaked, cold Primaris Space Marine did not hesitate, suddenly raised his hand to press the priest's face, and knocked him to the ground with a punch.

Then he burned it with scorching psychic energy and turned it into ashes.

"Focus!"

The Primaris warrior reminded coldly, then stood back to where he was, silently guarding the safety of this control area.

Calm returned to the control hall.

All the crew members gathered their spirits and continued their work. They knew that only by focusing and not thinking about random things could they survive better.

Just as Desas calmed down, he was interrupted by screams again.

This time the scream came from the communication channel. It was a distress call sent by a destroyer of the 134th battle group.

But judging from the communication situation, the ship obviously had no hope of survival...

The communications officer determined the death of the ship with rich experience, but he still reported the specific information according to the process.

He was just a communications officer, a determined and living information transmission center, without the power to make any decisions.

"When the war is over, I want to see the real ocean."

Such a thought came to Desas' mind.

Although he had never seen the vast blue area, nor had he seen the amazing aquatic creatures living in it.

But he was sure that he liked the ocean.

Suddenly, the communications officer's thoughts were interrupted.

A more foul smell came, and the huge pressure on the spiritual level made his heart seem to be grasped.

It was difficult to breathe.

Not only Dessus, but other crew members also showed symptoms to varying degrees.

Even the cloaked Primaris warrior, who was always calm, showed a hint of nervousness and looked up at the area deep in the ship.

A terrible existence boarded the ship!

Bang, bang, bang——

The corruption happened again, and more gunshots were heard in the control hall.

…

Near the Regent's Sanctuary, the Hall of the Confession Church.

This large area of ​​about one kilometer has been flooded with decay, and fallen zombies and the remains of Nurgle demons can be seen everywhere.

Even the ground is covered with some kind of corrupted fungus, and more pus-oozing plants are growing.

A Nurgle demon corrupted this area. To be more precise, he wanted to attack a treasure house in the Regent's Sanctuary to plunder the rare treasures inside.

Including a stasis box that concealed the purpose of the Regent's Indomitable Expedition.

However, the Nurgle demon underestimated the terrifying power of the Regent. Before his plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain was implemented, he was exposed and completely intercepted.

The Regent did not go to support another important ship as the Nurgle demon imagined, but led the guards to appear here without anyone noticing.

After a short battle.

The demons under the Nurgle demon were slaughtered, and even he himself could not protect himself.

Boom boom boom——

The shrapnel storm of the Regent's ruling hand swept the Nurgle demon, and the special alchemical shrapnel caused his eyes to be irreparably injured.

But this was the result of the demon's deliberate action, and the distance between the two sides became dangerous.

"You made a mistake, enjoy the deliciousness of this plague!"

The Nurgle demon seized a perfect opportunity, and the huge mouth on its fat belly suddenly opened, spitting out churning pus, pouring on the tall blue figure of adamantium.

That was his carefully prepared venom, enough to poison a Primarch!

With an extremely foul smell, the air was filled with yellow smoke. The figure of the Nurglings could be seen with the naked eye shuttling through the liquid, screaming and rushing over under the push of the liquid.

However, this attack was dispelled by the psychic power of the Chief Think Tank.

Ong~

The black hole that suddenly appeared swallowed up the deadly venom and transferred it to other spaces, along with those unfortunate Nurglings.

This trap carefully set by the Regent made the Plague Messenger under Nurgle have nowhere to display his power and fell into a difficult situation.

Before the Nurgle Demon regretted the failure of this sneak attack, the Regent's storm-like attack followed.

Causing him more damage.

"Regent!"

The Nurgle Demon roared and raised his swollen and twisted arms high, smashing down on the figure in front of him like a 10,000-ton hammer.

Boom!

"Such an attack is too weak."

Guilliman did not dodge at all, blocked the attack abruptly, and then suddenly punched the Nurgle Demon in the chin.

The rotten meat mountain fell backwards with a bang.

"Heretic demon, you should pay for all this..."

The regent stepped on the head of the Nurgle demon, exuding uncontrollable anger.

His brother Roan was waiting for support, but these Chaos heretics blocked his steps. How hateful!

He suddenly ignited the golden flame of the Emperor's Sword, and the surging Emperor's energy on it was enough to scare any Chaos existence.

"Primarch, spare me..."

The Nurgle demon was finally afraid, and the joy on his face disappeared. He realized that this weapon could completely end his life.

Rumors are always powerless.

Only by truly facing the regent and the cursed weapon can you feel the fear of death.

He is the messenger of plague and the 377th blessed person favored by the great father.

That is a good number of blessed order, and he does not want to lose it all.

However, the behavior of this heretic demon cannot be forgiven.

Just as the Great Nurgle tried to say the next sentence, the Emperor's Sword fell in front of his horrified eyes and completely cut off his head.

This Chaos Demon ended his life in extreme pain, without any hope of resurrection.

After Guilliman executed the Great Nurgle, he did not have any joy of victory, but was filled with deep worries between his eyebrows.

The Regent became older, and the lines between his eyebrows became more clearly visible.

"I don't know how Baal is now..."

He was worried about the fate of Baal and his brother Roan.

That brother had shouldered the responsibilities of the Empire for him, fighting the terrible Leviathan Hive Fleet in Baal, and carrying out an apocalyptic war.

The situation was critical, but the support he had promised had not yet arrived.

Now, Chaos was deliberately hindering the progress of the Indomitable Fleet, which proved that the war in Baal had reached a more dangerous moment.

They tried to stop him and let Baal fall into destruction in isolation.

Guilliman knew that the brother was not good at fighting and had difficulty dealing with those terrible insects. Perhaps he was struggling and his life was threatened.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt a little heartache.

That was his failure as a brother.

In the past ten thousand years, he had lost many Primarch brothers, who were corrupted or killed in various forms.

He could not lose Roan again.

Fortunately, all this could still be saved. The fleet was about to sail out of the warp storm, and he would arrive in Baal soon.

Guilliman turned to the aide-de-camp and asked:

"Felix, how long will it take for us to get out of the warp and reach Baal?"

Felix was quite respectful:

"We will leave the storm area in 9 Terra hours. If the positioning of the warp engine does not shift and there is no new attack, we will probably jump out of the warp in 63 Terra hours and reach the Baal system."

The aide-de-camp answered the Primarch's question rigorously, trying not to make any guarantees.

Because there are too many accidents.

In fact, the Primarch asked once not long ago, and he gave the answer of nine days.

However, more than two months have passed now.

Now, Felix has learned his lesson and no longer dares to give too precise answers.

Those accidents and attacks always come inevitably.

He even felt that the fleet led by the Primarch was a little unlucky. The number of attacks and accidents during the journey was more than ten times that of other fleets.

And it was always one step behind.

"Maybe it's because of the existence of the Primarch that more Chaos' attention has been attracted..."

Felix thought so.

The Regent is a well-known leader in the Empire, the most respected leader, and the number one enemy of Chaos Demons in the galaxy.

Naturally, it will attract more attacks.

He simply ignored a series of problems that led to deviations, such as engine fires and navigation mechanical souls oversleeping.

"Three days, if there are no accidents mentioned above, we will arrive at Baal in three days."

Felix made the final summary.

He emphasized the condition of "no accidents" to avoid the date being delayed again, which would cause the Primarch to have a bad impression of him.

After getting the answer, Guilliman nodded with satisfaction, and the worry between his eyebrows was relieved a lot.

"Brother, I will be there soon..."

He looked up at the void and said softly.

According to the positioning of the route, that is the direction of Baal, where his brother is fighting hard.

The Regent firmly believes that he can arrive in time to clear all human enemies for Brother Roan and Baal!

Bang——

Not far away, several flames swept out, burning the Chaos corpses and rotten fungi on the ground.

Another Space Marine unit is using heavy high-temperature flamethrowers to deal with the remains of the battlefield.

This is when it must be done, otherwise the remaining chaos pollution will lead to more corruption incidents.

After the high-temperature cleaning, there will be Inquisition personnel and state church priests to come for further treatment to completely solve all hidden dangers.

In addition to high-temperature cleaning, pharmacists come to rescue and treat the injured warriors.

But their methods are relatively rough. Most of them directly cut off the rotten parts with bacteria or mushrooms, and then inject them with some colorful solvents.

Fortunately, with the recovery ability of Space Marines, as long as the lesions are treated, new flesh and blood will grow quickly and recover completely.

The Regent took a look at the scene and led Felix to the direction of the sanctuary in a hurry.

Now that the battle is over, there is no place for him here.

Time is so precious that he has to hurry back to the office to continue the work that was interrupted before.

That is a matter that must be dealt with, otherwise, when those documents pile up more and more, it will cause greater trouble and torture.

In fact, the height of the paper files on the Primarch's desk is increasing at a rate of one meter for every two standard Terra hours.

This is almost the same as the reproduction rate of the Tyranids, and there will never be an end!

Guilliman frowned when he thought of this.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his brows, and found that he had a few more deep wrinkles.

These damn files are so torturous, he would rather fight with the Chaos Daemon than lie on the table to deal with those dizzying paper files!

"When the war in Baal is over, maybe I should learn from Brother Roan, he handles official business very quickly..."

Guilliman thought so.

During the last communication, his brother promised to help him get a software system specifically for handling official business, and to ensure the security of the system and prevent it from being corrupted.

Maybe he can end these difficult days.

Brother Roan always cares about him so warmly and is able to help him. Even when he just woke up, he came all the way to Macragge to help.

Thinking of this, the Regent couldn't help but smile, and his steps became lighter.

It's really good to have such a brother.

However, before Guilliman took a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and even the muscles of his body were stiff.

He felt a familiar breath.

Guilliman showed a rare anger, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly spread.

He turned his head and rushed to the area where a Space Marine was injured.

The pharmacist was rescuing the wounded lying on the ground, but the situation was getting worse.

The wounded kept coughing, as if his throat was blocked by something, making an uncomfortable hoarse sound.

"How could it be, all the potions are ineffective!" The pharmacist was at a loss, and injected the other party with new drugs, but it still had no effect.

The next moment, a tall figure covered him, that was the Primarch.

"Everyone, leave this area immediately..."

Guilliman calmly gave orders without revealing more information. Danger is coming, and everyone must leave here.

In order to prevent the situation from getting worse.

Everyone followed the Primarch's instructions and evacuated from here as quickly as possible.

Only the wounded soldier stayed behind, because he was the source of danger.

Guilliman looked at the wounded soldier, revealing a trace of grief.

The Corrosion Curse was so fierce that he had no way to save the warrior.

At this moment, beads of sweat fell from the wounded soldier's forehead, his skin turned black and red, and the whites of his eyes turned dark yellow.

"My lord, what happened to me?"

The wounded soldier asked with difficulty, and then he retched, spitting out black blood clots on all fours, and some kind of hyphae could be vaguely seen in it.

But he was speechless immediately.

The wounded soldier groaned in pain, twitched and fell to the floor, his whole body twisted in spasms.

He realized what he was facing, and it was irreversible.

Although he was still groaning, he had already died, but his soul was temporarily left in his broken body.

The next moment.

The warrior could not even maintain his soul and fell into death completely.

However, the corruption was still going on recklessly, and a spectacular scene of rapid decay was staged in front of the Primarch.

The skin of the wounded body turned yellow and shrunken, and black and purple patches were all over the body. Mold grew out of the cracks of the power armor.

This body became a fertile soil of life, and the power of Nurgle was entangled in it.

Then, something squirmed in the chest of the wounded, and the outline of the horns was squeezed out.

An ugly demon head with poisonous gas and mycelium broke out of the chest.

He stared at the Regent and pulled out a hideous but enthusiastic smile: "Robert, it's not easy to see you once..."

Guilliman gritted his teeth, his eyes reflecting the rage of the storm:

"Motarion!"