Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Dock on the Black Abyss.

Ron came to the observation deck and cast his eyes on the asteroid-like chaos monster not far away - the Ark of Evil Omen.

Due to the huge size of the Ark of Evil Omen, the people on the dock could only glimpse a corner of it, which was enough to capture people's minds.

This ship embryo is not much different from the previous one, except that there are some dark mechanical creations at the key points, and a giant cannon has been added, which is an ancient relic found in the subspace many years ago.

Only a giant ship of this size can sustain the consumption of the ancient cannon, and one shot of it can destroy a large warship and even destroy the planet.

"How long will it take for this ship to set sail?"

Ron asked with concern. The Ark of Evil Omen is one of the most powerful weapons of the Black Abyss and an important support for resisting enemy attacks.

"You're here too early. The cleanup is not over yet. It will take about half a standard Terra month before the final process can begin..."

The back of Kaul's head was connected to a console. His mechanical tentacles kept operating more than a dozen virtual panels, and he occasionally uttered a series of binary languages.

He was so busy that he didn't even have time to turn around and meet the Savior and the Dark Prince.

But Ron could see that most of the virtual panels were disguised mechanical forum pages.

This black-hearted oil guy was slacking off and arguing with others again.

He had long been accustomed to that guy's style and was too lazy to care. He gave an order very straightforwardly:

"Double the number of cleanup staff. This ship must set sail within a week. There is no room for negotiation, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Kaul was stunned for a moment, as if the system had crashed, and many virtual pages went out.

He was even busier. Sparks flew out of his mechanical tentacles, and hundreds of binary commands were issued in seconds.

"Get moving, bastards. You must enter the last process after 100 standard Terra hours. If any module has a problem, you will be banned!" The black-hearted oil man roared in the channel, threatening to ban the mechanical forum, urging the black oil men who were working hard. He had been caught in the rain, so he tore off other people's umbrellas. "Work hard, and there will be extra rewards when the project is completed." Ron looked at the active and bustling dock and was quite satisfied, promising more rewards. Over the dock. Dozens of landing ships flew towards the Ominous Ark and entered the behemoth. Because the Ominous Ark was composed of extremely dangerous debris, the corruption of the subspace, the accumulation of engine meltdowns, or the invasion of heretics and aliens made the internal areas deadly. This asteroid-like existence gave birth to a complete chaotic ecology inside, like an independent small world, with many predators, parasites, and demons occupying it. These threats must be eliminated to maintain the operation of various areas of the ship.

In the past few years.

Ron has always regarded this giant ship as a copy of training new warriors, and every new Dread Warrior must enter it for training.

Work together in the form of a squad or company to sweep those heretic aliens.

Those Dread Warriors who perform well in the sweep will receive more rewards and bear more responsibilities.

Now, the internal cleanup and sweeping work has reached the final stage, and it only needs to proceed step by step.

But he had to speed up temporarily.

The enemy is coming soon, faster than expected, and the number of troops is quite amazing.

That is the fleet of the Black Legion.

As for why Ron received the news of the enemy's attack so quickly, it was because the Black Legion fleet took the route map he carefully planned.

There are many reconnaissance points along the route, and every move in the area is under his eyes.

This is why he chose the Black Abyss Star. Under the influence of the subspace storm, there are very few routes that can successfully reach here.

Even if the enemy knows that there may be problems with the route map or there are ambushes on the route, they can only follow that route obediently.

Otherwise, they have to slowly find a suitable route in the storm fog.

This process is estimated to take several years or even decades, and they will also face the invasion of the warp disaster. Whether they can arrive safely is unknown.

After all, even the ship of the golden age of mankind, the Dream, explored for several years before finding a suitable route.

It is even more difficult for those Chaos fleets to do this.

Ron looked at the latest intelligence and smiled:

"Lao Dun is very kind. Knowing that we are short of manpower here, he sent it to me from a thousand miles away."

This is simply a big gift package.

The prosperity and development of the Black Abyss Star is inseparable from the great plunderer. Most of the resources used to build this place were plundered from the Black Legion.

Many of the fear warriors were also plundered from the Black Legion.

Now when the Black Abyss Star is worried that the number of warriors is not enough, the other party has sent more troops in time, which can be said to be a timely help.

"Hiss~ I have to thank him when I have a chance, it's also a courtesy..."

Ron was thinking about whether to send Abaddon a banner or something after the war to thank him for his selfless dedication to the cause of the Dread Legion.

After joking for a while, he regained his seriousness and issued combat orders to the Black Abyss Star and the core defense nodes.

Jokes aside, it is not easy to swallow the Black Legion Chaos Fleet.

He must race against time with the enemy.

If the Ark of Evil Omen cannot set sail in time, then this war will turn into a difficult defensive battle, and the Dread Legion will face an unknown fate.

……

A few days later.

The central hall of the Soul Engine.

Ron walked along the passage and could see huge runes, red chains, ritual altars and shrines dedicated to Diablo.

Ah——

A shrill wail came.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a strange demon.

The demon's body was bound in brass, gears and pistons, fused together in a terrifying way, and kept struggling to escape.

After noticing the malicious gaze cast by the Dark Prince, the other party stopped moving as if in fear.

Fearing to anger this terrible existence.

"What is that?"

Ron pointed at the demon twisted in the machine and asked curiously.

"Xiao Ling, those terrible things, we call them 'ferrymen', they are not only the crew, but also the ship itself, and they are one with the ship."

Call glanced at the evil abomination and shrugged:

"You know, this ship has a strange shape, and the machine soul is difficult to control. It's like crazy. Even Master Xiao Ling can't easily adjust it.

At present, any kind of meditator array or mortal mind can't handle this ship, so we can only rely on demons to keep the ship running.

There are nine thousand similar abomination entities on the ship, It took us a lot of effort. "

Ron looked at the struggling "ferryman" demon entity and frowned: "These things don't look very reliable..."

"When you control the engine core, these abominations will be honest. You know they are the ships themselves."

"Hiss, can the number of these things be increased?"

"Genius Kaul has calculated that the number of abomination entities is optimal now. If we continue to add them, I'm afraid it will waste resources in vain, which is not very cost-effective."

Kaul subconsciously refuted and didn't like any doubts about his design.

"If it doesn't work, forget it. I just think the current number is not auspicious."

Ron mentioned it casually, without dwelling on this issue, and continued to move forward.

Kaul reacted and regretted it a little.

He chased after him: "It's not impossible. How about 13,000? It meets the great holy number!"

This guy cursed himself for being corrupt in his heart. These are all new budgets. If he casts more, wouldn't he be able to make a fortune from it and subsidize his own project?

"Yes, you can do it. Pay attention to these in the future. Even if it is a Chaos Dark Creation, you must pay attention to the loyalty in the design."

Kall evaluated the new budget and said happily: "You are right, my Lord Dark Prince, we must be loyal to the great...that existence!"

He did not dare to say the emperor's name directly.

And these two guys did not realize the blasphemy in it.

Not long after.

Ron came to the core of the hall, where a soul-guiding pillar dozens of meters high stood, and under it was the soul engine of the giant ship.

The two are closely connected.

Kall did not approach, but stood at a safe distance:

"That is the control center, which requires your power to start smoothly. After that, this abomination giant ship will obey your will."

Ron sat on the mechanical throne without any hesitation, and dozens of cables stretched out like venomous snakes and pierced his body.

This scene reminded him of the Golden Throne.

When designing this module of the Ark of Evil Omen, I am afraid that thing was referenced?

Bang~

He suddenly outputted evil energy, and the cable absorbed the dark red evil energy from the demon body and then injected it into the soul-guiding pillar.

The abomination pillar was lit up, and the surging dark red evil energy probed into the void.

The soul-guiding pillar is the burning Supreme Heaven beacon in the subspace, equivalent to the evil version of the small star torch.     But this is not enough.

The evil energy of the Chaos Demon Body alone cannot continuously output energy to the soul-guiding pillar, and can only serve as a medium for communication.

Afterwards, Ron anchored the dark side of the little sun and used it as the core energy source.

The huge evil energy enveloped the entire hall, and countless dark red semi-mechanical nematodes were born in the soul-guiding pillar, and these things continued to spread to more areas of the ship.

That is a dark creation called magic steel nerve.

They will explore and penetrate the hull, internal machinery and operating system of the giant ship, releasing silicon silk threads with subspace properties.

Then they will entangle together to form cables similar to flesh and blood neural synapses.

As the magic steel nerve plexus continued to stretch inside the ship.

With the help of these strange nerve cables, Ron gradually understood this abominable giant ship, injected his will into it, and forced one chaotic machine soul after another to surrender.

Those "ferryman" demon entities or crew members who were responsible for commanding the machine souls were also entangled by nerve cables, with trembling limbs and protruding eyeballs growing around them.

And more floating hairs that were highly sensitive to the subspace.

All of these were connected to each other under the traction of the magic steel nerves, and finally merged with the preset control center.

Those ancient weapons, shields, mechanical arrays and network systems were gradually awakened: weapon systems based on digital probability principles, neutron shields, anti-ballistic transmission heavy artillery, particle beams, quantum communicators, etc.

A large number of mechanical systems in different eras resumed operation.

But most of these things are incompatible, and there are a lot of gaps or conflicting parts between them.

Fortunately, Kaul led the black oilers to install weapon turrets, shield generators, communication arrays, and even hangars and additional energy engines in the vacant positions where accessories could be added.

Under the command of the control center, many devices can operate independently without interfering with each other.

Not only the interior, but also the appearance of this abomination warship was affected. Under the influence of the dark side evil energy of the little sun, it gave rise to more mutations.

The bow grew hideous demon horns, more chaos flesh, scaly shells, and bone spurs grew along the hull, and many areas ignited dark red magic flames.

The shape of the entire warship has undergone a huge change, which is more in line with the image style of the Dark Prince.

"Is this the dark casting technology?"

Ron was shocked by everything he had cast with his own hands. Compared with human casting technology, the dark casting technology of the chaos side is obviously more direct and thorough.

The chaos corrosion speed is too fast.

The only disadvantage is that things must be built first before they can be further corrupted and transformed.

This is equivalent to a secondary transformation.

What's more tragic is that the Chaos side often has no mature industrial system, and can only salvage the wreckage in the subspace or plunder human mechanical creations for secondary dark processing.

Rumble--

The Ark of Evil Omen started, sailing slowly forward, and its shadow covered a large area of ​​airspace.

All the lives that witnessed it would involuntarily feel fear.

That foreshadowed the rebirth of this abominable giant ship, and Ron gave it a new name-Heart of Fear.

It will fight with the Legion of Fear and bring more destruction to the enemy!

Not long after, the Heart of Fear left the dock with a full load of troops and sailed away.

Bridge Hall.

"Have the people arrived?"

Ron lay on the throne, with many holes that had not been restored, and the whole person was a little weak.

In order to start the Heart of Fear.

He output too much evil energy in a short period of time, and the magic steel nerves also had a certain impact on the demon body. Even the recovery of the flesh was difficult to proceed, and the whole body was weak and empty.

It was quite dangerous to go on like this.

In the chaotic world, you must always stay strong to suppress those unruly warriors or resist the assassination of the Chaos Assassin.

"My Lord, the Black Sage is here!"

The Dark Thunder Guards hurried in with several Black Biological Sages, and there were complex mechanical devices floating behind them.

Several of those Black Oilers were members of the Savior's Biological Cloning Laboratory and were responsible for cloning the Chaos Demon Body.

Now the organization has been transferred to the Black Abyss Star.

Soon, the Black Biological Sages got busy. They inserted several catheter cables behind the Dark Prince and continuously injected black substances.

To promote the recovery of the cloned body.

This is a carefully formulated chaotic substance that meets the absorption capacity of the Chaos Demon Body, which is approximately equal to amniotic fluid.

Ron felt much better after the emergency infusion and stood up from the throne.

He used the evil energy to support the infusion machine and walked to the war sand table. In the picture composed of black flesh and blood, a red punctuation mark was extremely dazzling.

That is Dakod, an important node planet controlled by the Dread Legion and the only node leading to the Black Abyss.

If it is conquered, the enemy can use it as a logistics base and channel to further attack their home base - the Black Abyss.

Now, it has become a battlefield.

Ron hopes that the abominable giant ship Heart of Fear can successfully reach the battlefield before the situation gets worse...

——

Subspace storm area.

Dakod.

Boom boom boom——

Many Chaos warships are bombarding each other, with pale green light and torpedoes and shells covered with rotten flesh and blood, and flames erupting from time to time.

Obviously.

The Chaos Fleet of the Black Legion has the upper hand.

Hundreds of warships and their affiliated battle groups shrouded the fleet of the Dread Legion like dark clouds. They continued to advance the front line with overwhelming force, forcing the fleet of the Dread Legion into a more dangerous situation.

At the same time, the Black Legion also divided an elite force to attack the planet where the Dread Legion was stationed.

In an attempt to destroy the planet's defense array.

This puts the entire defense line of the Dread Legion in jeopardy.

The bridge of the command ship.

"When can we fight back!"

Kerong roared, feeling indescribable frustration in his heart.

The current war situation does not reflect the power of the Legion of Terror at all. It can be said to be the most humiliating battle since the establishment of the Legion.

"Why are you in a hurry?"

Lu Yang, the wise man of the Legion, stared at the war sand table without missing any details: "Everything is in plan, and it will be your turn soon."

"You guys always create chaos and deceive the world with nonsense..."

Kerong obviously does not trust this former warrior of Tzeentch. The other party has deceived and teased him several times before, and then messed up everything.

"That was in the past. We have long abandoned the Lord of Change. Please don't stereotype."

Lu Yang was full of confidence and uttered some fresh words: "Our wise men's deception is aimed at the enemy. For our comrades, we abide by the creed of honesty and friendship..."

He subconsciously wiped the triangular eyeball trophy ornament on his body, which exuded a gentle blue evil light.

That is a symbol of wisdom.

Even wise men cannot resist the temptation of spoils of war, because they represent the success of plans or conspiracies time and time again.

Every implementation of a plan or conspiracy can bring them more sense of accomplishment and strength.

Suddenly, Lu Yang observed the changes in the war situation. The formations of both sides had reached the expected position.

He immediately reminded:

"We can fight back, maybe this will go smoother than we imagined!"

The next moment.

Kron's voice roared in the channel: "Quick, rush over and join the gang to fight!"

The Dread Legion's Chaos warships charged at the enemy under fire, firing more Terror Claws.

A more intense gang-hopping battle began.

…

Black Legion Chaos Warship.

boom--

The hull was melted away.

"Kill!"

Several fear warriors roared into the ship corridor and met three black legion soldiers head on.

The ferocious armor and legendary accessories of these warriors intimidate their enemies.

Just as the Dread Warriors tried to attack.

The buzz of power weapons was heard and two Black Legionnaires fell to the ground, the battle brothers behind them attacking them.

"Brother, don't shoot, it's one of our own!"

The Black Legion soldier took out the recruitment notice and stuck it on his chest, as if it were a medal of honor.