Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

In the hall.

Ghosts were flying around, screaming and screaming.

"I call on your divine name, the ever-changing eternity, and pray that you will give me the answer..."

The pupils of the great wizard Zarafis were covered with white film, and he recited complex taboo incantations, praying for the guidance of the omniscient and almighty one.

I hope that the Lord of all changes will give me insight and wisdom.

Abaddon stood on the steps and looked at this scene, feeling extremely awkward.

He hated the unpredictable evil god, but he had to rely on his power, and he had to distinguish whether the answers he got contained traps.

Accompanied by incantations.

A magic circle appeared on the ground, and a blue column of chaos rose from it. Many blind wizards were bound by rune chains, struggling and murmuring.

"Ah, I have an insight into the future of destiny and heard an answer..."

Zalafis listened carefully, looking for passages that could be interpreted from the extremely complex crazy ravings: "The stars of the Dread Legion in the north are hidden in the storm of destruction.

The god they believe in is Diavolo, a new evil god. Who is he? Who is it?

Um? ! "

The wizard squinted his eyes to listen to the answer, but got more questions. It seemed that a certain being couldn't find the answer.

Zhila!

Violent screams were heard, and the blind wizards struggled fiercely. Thick liquid flowed from their mouths and noses. They died one after another, and some of their heads exploded.

The changing eternal being seemed to have encountered something, and his anger cut off the connection.

The witchcraft circle was forced to interrupt.

"No!"

Zarafis was also struck back by the anger of that being, and his whole body was knocked out and hit the rusty wall of the hall.

What's even more troublesome is that countless rotten arms stretched out from the void of the abyss, grabbing the great wizard tightly, seeming to want to drag him into the unknown depths.

"That Chaos Liar, what tricks are you playing again?!"

Abaddon stepped down, the claws of Horus shot out flames, destroying all the evil spirits, and grabbed the great wizard.

His red pupils were full of coldness: "Did you ask me anything?"

Zarafis took a breath and replied tremblingly:

"There was an error in the witchcraft circle. The Lord of All Knowledge did not like my question and did not give an answer about Diavolo. Fortunately, I found the location of the Legion of Fear..."

"It's just an unknown Chaos God Stick. It doesn't pose much of a threat. Maybe it's just a fictitious existence. Don't pay attention to it."

Abaddon didn't pay much attention to this.

There are too many evil gods in the subspace, and not many worthy of praise.

He only pays attention to what is happening in the galaxy, and has little respect for the Chaos Gods. He only regards them as a force that can be utilized.

As for the Terror Legion, it is just a new and small force, and it is not even ranked among its enemies.

The reason why this Chaos Warmaster wanted to crush the Legion of Fear was not only because he was too arrogant, but also because he wanted to vent the suppressed anger he had been holding for a while.

Abaddon looked at the area of ​​the star map given by Zarafis.

It was an area where subspace storms were raging. Unexpectedly, the Dread Legion was like a despicable and weak Chaos pirate who hid in Tibet and liked to hide in such a barren and complicated place.

It's not that easy to find the other party's location in that kind of place.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and his interest became more intense.

The Dread Legion can obtain so many resources in the Barrens, and I'm afraid there are more secrets hidden behind it. They may have discovered some ancient treasure.

Or some unknown ore-rich galaxy.

If the Black Legion can obtain them, it may be able to alleviate the current predicament.

As for the dark casting technology mastered by the Dread Legion, it is no different from the Black Legion, it is just a little more fancy.

What a waste of resources!

"And you, my prophetic prophet, what answer did you receive?"

Abaddon looked at the other prophet, Chaos Prophet Moriana, and his cold eyes softened.

Due to Tzeentch's capricious nature.

When he was seeking prophetic answers, he always liked to ask another prophet to verify the answers he received from the Lord of Change.

Moriana held a black staff like a dead branch, and the spiritual energy wrapped around her body gradually dissipated.

She created a star map and clicked on an area: "They are here, but fate tells me that there are risks there..."

Abaddon frowned after hearing this.

The prophet narrowed the area, but the area was still too wide, about the size of several star sectors. Coupled with the impact of the subspace storm, it might take more time.

to find each other.

As for risks, there must be many crises in the storm area, but in the eyes of the Black Legion, they are just commonplace.

He sighed: "Aren't there more detailed coordinates?"

"War...War Commander, maybe I have found the specific coordinates."

Suddenly, Adjutant Tzeentch hesitated and said:

"In the previous recruitment video, the Terror Legion gave specific coordinates and directions, as well as a route map..."

He said and pointed towards the dark mechanical creation on the ground.

I don't know when, but the broken dark mechanical creation on the ground flickered slightly, projecting the picture again.

It's just that the machine seemed to be damaged and fell into chaos, and the virtual image was constantly switching:

The passionate embrace between the Chaos Warmaster and the Hermaphrodite Commander, the majestic recruitment map of the Dread Warriors, the coordinate map of the Dread Legion, etc.

Everyone saw this clearly.

The Chaos Warmaster and the Two-Sex Commander... The coordinate star map is very detailed, giving specific navigation routes and dangerous areas that may be encountered on the way.

It can be said to be very considerate.

This coordinate almost coincides with the area in the prophecy, which is a mockery of the prophecy that the Chaos Warmaster had previously sought.

Those virtual images were switching, and from time to time some blushing voiceovers came out.

The area at the back of the hall.

A certain Slaanesh commander shrank back and quietly cast his gaze at the tall body of the Chaos Warmaster, his handsome face with heavy makeup faintly conveying a hint of expectation.

He hopes that the person in the virtual image is himself.

Then, the guy quickly lowered his head and returned to his normal expression, fearing that his behavior would be discovered by the Chaos Warmaster.

The hall fell into silence.

But everyone could feel the drop in temperature and the pent-up anger.

"Adjutant, have you memorized that star map?"

Abaddon took a deep breath, and his gloomy and hoarse voice came out.

"Remember...note it."

Adjutant Tzeentch didn't even dare to look up at his master. He regretted his previous reminder. He should have pretended not to know anything.

Let the Lord discover all this for himself.

"Then let's make preparations. I hope to see a complete crusade plan."

As if he didn't care, Abaddon casually smashed the dark mechanical creations on the ground and walked towards the throne. Then he added inadvertently, his words filled with cold murderous intent:

"I don't want to see these things in the station in the future..."

"yes!"

The lieutenant of Tzeentch nodded.

Abaddon waved his hand gently, signaling for everyone to retreat.

The chaotic beings bowed and retreated, each one walking faster than the other. Lieutenant Tzeentch felt as if he had been granted amnesty and almost ran out.

At the entrance of the hall, the Slaanesh commander secretly looked back at the generous back of the Chaos Warmaster.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"asshole!"

After everyone left, Abaddon on the throne suddenly became red and warm, his chest felt uncertain, and his teeth were almost broken.

His clenched palms almost twisted the alloy armrest into a knot.

The Chaos Warmaster suddenly felt that the entire world was against him, including the Regent, the Chaos Marauders, various Chaos forces, the Legion of Terror, and the unknown god Diavolo.

They are all depriving themselves of their majesty in some way.

Gradually, Abaddon calmed down and returned to his previous composure.

The setback in front of him was temporary and could not defeat the great Chaos Warmaster and the Great Reaver. He was still the most powerful being in the Eye of Terror, with the largest army.

He will be the future ruler of the galaxy and the master of mankind. No one can stop this destined fate!

A few days later.

Abaddon officially announced his crusade against the Dread Legion and began to gather his troops.

Deep inside a certain battle fortress.

A Chaos warrior was repairing his armor in the corner, very focused, completely different from the violence on the battlefield.

This is a craft they must learn to make even the simplest repairs.

Because many times, these fringe Chaos warriors don't get much logistical support at all and have to do it themselves.

Otherwise, if the armor is damaged or even shattered, he will only face a humiliating defeat on the battlefield. While the Chaos warrior was repairing it, he looked at the recruitment notice for the Dread Legion from time to time, with a hint of envy and yearning in his eyes.

He wishes to become a Dread Warrior.

After the summons came, the Chaos warrior looked surprised and hurriedly stuffed the recruitment notice deep into his rotting belly.

Then put on the armor and go outside.

After that, he met the eyes of several other Chaos warriors and understood each other tacitly.

We went to the gathering area together.

Now the Black Legion has further strengthened its surveillance, prohibiting any Chaos warriors from surrendering to the enemy. There is no way for a single individual to go to that desired place privately.

However, now they have a chance.

These guys are fed up with being ignored, and are planning to take advantage of the chaos during the war to travel to the legendary Black Abyss Star, follow the Dark Prince, and fall into the arms of Diavolo!

In the airspace where the Black Legion was stationed, a large number of Chaos warships gathered in a menacing manner.

Abaddon was on the observation deck, looking up at his own fleet, hoping that this Chaos fleet would bring back rich loot.

This crusade does not require him to go, as the Terror Legion is not yet qualified.

Even in the Eye of Terror and even in the entire galaxy, there are only a few forces that can allow the Chaos Warmaster to personally go on an expedition.

What's more, he still has to guard the station.

Even so, Abaddon still paid enough attention.

According to the original plan, the Black Legion will send 15,000 Chaos warriors to defeat the Terror Legion.

Because according to existing intelligence estimates, the number of enemy warriors will most likely not exceed 8,000, and most of them are defected from the Black Legion and other major Chaos forces.

Those Chaos warriors who defected to the past were almost all peripheral auxiliary warriors, rather than the core force of the major forces.

It is difficult to form a strong combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Not only that, the Chaos warships of the Dread Legion are even more pitiful.

Now the Eye of Terror is in chaos, and the war is getting more intense.

The Black Legion was also fighting with more than a dozen large-scale chaos forces at the same time. The core strength was invested in the Vigilance Star War Zone, and the remaining troops were not enough to squander it.

Being able to dispatch such a force to defeat a small force like the Dread Legion is already beyond the norm.

However, he remembered the prophetic warning of the Chaos Prophet Moriana and became more vigilant.

Abaddon knew that blind confidence and arrogance were fatal flaws for a commander.

He never underestimated any enemy.

Therefore, the Chaos Warmaster doubled the strength of the crusade fleet and sent two Chaos commanders, more than 600 Chaos warships and affiliated battle groups, and more than 30,000 Chaos warriors!

The black legion will quickly crush the new fear legion with several times more power and plunder their base!

Abaddon looked at the retreating expedition fleet, his scarlet eyes exuding strong majesty:

"Perhaps, the crushing of the Dread Legion will be the beginning of the Black Legion's revitalization..."

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Black Abyss Star.

In the giant square, many dark casting workshops stand.

The fear warriors who went on expeditions returned one after another, bringing back more resources and prisoners. Each warrior gained a lot.

Their military exploits, plundered resources, and prisoners will all be converted into blood points.

That is the circulating currency within the Terror Legion, and it is very precious.

As soon as these fear warriors got off the boat, they rushed to the area where blood points were exchanged, carrying prisoners, heads, or rare trophies.

There was an endless stream of terrifying roars, and there was a celebration.

In the distance, more Chaos buildings are being built. Chaos workers are working hard, wiping off sweat with their tentacles from time to time, with smiles on their faces.

Full of hope for the future.

"It's really full of vitality, a scene where everything is competing..."

Ron's consciousness was attached to the demon statue, overlooking all this, feeling quite emotional.

He was even more satisfied when he saw the Dread Warriors running towards the Dark Forge area after redeeming their blood points.

This is a consumption system that I carefully constructed for the fear warriors.

Dark Forge area.

Rotten tentacles wrapped around the building, and the bones and eyeballs were faintly burning with fireworks.

A lot of equipment is displayed on the altar, including various high-end armors, weapons, ammunition, as well as vehicles such as Chaos Centurions and Hell Engines, and even Hell Wyverns and Hell Wyvern larvae.

Here, you can use blood points to exchange for any material and equipment imaginable, hire other warriors to serve you, and even buy your own land.

Some fear warriors who had obtained a large number of blood points freely selected their favorite equipment and squandered all the blood points they had just obtained.

Savings? That's impossible.

Those fearful warriors who didn't have many blood points in their pockets drooled at the equipment on the altar, and even had the urge to snatch it.

But most of them don't dare.

Because once these fearful warriors start to rob, they will turn into humanoid blood spots and be chopped down by others as trophies.

Ron focused on the accessories area.

Sure enough, the jewelry area has the largest flow of people.

There are many explosive, bloody, and gorgeous accessories arrayed on the altar in this area, such as cloaks full of wailing souls, skull talismans, black flame wings, tentacle breastplates, and so on.

All in all, the special effects are great.

There are also personalized armor modification and spray painting services.

Most of these gadgets are expensive and flashy, but they are powerful enough to attract attention.

The actual effect does not match the price at all.

For example, the Wailing Cloak has extremely low actual combat effectiveness. The screams and soul-disturbing intensity it emits can only affect ordinary people at most.

The effect on Space Marines is approximately zero.

But I can't stand how handsome this thing is. It's artificially created to have the effect of legendary equipment.

What's more, the armors of the Dread Legion are all standardized, and everyone's styles are similar. Chaos warriors value deterrence and trophy decoration more than Imperial warriors.

They are more willing to exchange blood points for trophy accessories, focusing on comparison.

Compared to crappy things like skulls and human skin, the blood points of trophies are expensive, transparent, and many of them are out of print.

When the Dread Warriors dress up like this, it's like having their achievements printed on their bodies. Everyone can see it at a glance, making it even more intimidating.

Not only that, some out-of-print rare accessories, even as soon as they are purchased, other fear warriors come to buy them at an increased price.

He even launched a challenge to obtain these rare things.

Just recently, there have been dozens of challenge events, killing more than a dozen fear warriors, and they can't be saved.

This greatly increases Dread Warriors' enthusiasm for loot trinkets.

Who doesn’t want their trophy accessories to gain more attention and face more challenges? It’s a real shame that no one cares about them!

Nowadays, the comparison within the Dread Legion has become more and more serious. It has reached the point where even wearing uniforms and equipment, without trophies or accessories on them, they can’t hold their heads up even when they go out.

Because that only proves that the fear warrior is not capable enough and has no record, so he has no blood points to buy trophy accessories.

This is also the result of Ron's deliberate guidance.

In this way, he can sell the loot accessories at a high price, recover blood points at a very low cost, and restore a little blood.

Achieve a virtuous cycle of resources.

Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult to maintain such high welfare and resource output.

When the size of the Fear Legion becomes huge in the future, it may be profitable to plunder more resources to exchange for blood points.

"Unfortunately, the expansion speed is not fast enough..."

Ron sighed slightly when he thought of this.

Now, less than two years away from the end of full preparations for war, the number of Fear Warriors is only more than 10,000, which is not enough to participate in the future plague war.

Fortunately, after this wave of captives is digested, it is estimated that there will be 30,000 people.

But there is still a distance from 50,000 people, and I don’t know if there is enough time.

This is mainly caused by the lack of reputation of the Dark Prince and Diablo.

In the case of insufficient prestige.

Even if there is material and power attraction, some arrogant Chaos Warriors are still unwilling to join, let alone attract the core forces of those Chaos forces.

Chaos strongmen are not willing to believe in an existence that cannot see the future.

Ron thought:

"Hiss~ It seems that the Dark Prince has to find an opportunity to have a "show match" with the Savior and the Devourer."

This is just right to take off with the left foot on the right foot.

Let the Dark Prince, a small vest, attract a wave of fans, and use the identity of the Demon Eater to drag down the Supreme Bloodthirsty Maniac Kabanha, and rub the reputation of Old Ka.

Finally, raise the reputation of the dark vest Diablo.

After all, when it is difficult for the gods of the warp to descend on the galaxy, the Chaos Evil Gods are given face by their believers and warriors.

Winning in winning!

Ron sent this plan to the publicity department of the Savior and asked them to prepare.

For such a large-scale commercial mutual promotion in the galaxy, it is still necessary to find a way to lay the groundwork and promote it in the early stage, set off the atmosphere, and find opportunities to create a stage for the battle.

You can't just promote it when no one is paying attention, right?

After that, he paid attention to the defense of the Legion of Terror.

Now is the development period, you must be careful and make a thorough defense plan.

If someone accidentally takes down the nest, it will be a big loss.