Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

After the unnatural holy flame appeared, the scent of candlelight and incense permeated the battlefield, and everyone felt the holiness.

That was the will from the Lord of Mankind.

"For the Emperor!" The warriors were excited, as if they had been given some kind of buff.

They roared and launched a counterattack against the demons.

"Only the Emperor can protect the people..."

The priests who were performing exorcism rituals in the back knelt down and cried and prayed.

The holy will came, and Yax was redeemed!

The plague fog that had been raging before was also turned into harmless water vapor under the burning of the holy flame.

The evil power of the benevolent father Nurgle was restrained, and more demons in the poisonous fog were turned into ashes or dying in an instant.

But the Emperor's target was not the demon, but Nurgle himself, and the two sides were fighting fiercely.

The surging holy flames and the vicious evil power gathered at the core of the battlefield, corroding and biting each other.

The struggle between the two Warp beings was not real, but a confrontation between concepts, which then materialized into a terrifying natural disaster in the real universe.

The incomparable terrifying power made all nearby beings retreat temporarily.

They were not capable of participating in such a high-dimensional war.

Roon and Guilliman retreated to the periphery of the battlefield, looking at the vortex formed by the central flames and evil energy, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Both Primarchs could feel the horror of it.

"Is this the power of the Warp?"

Guilliman showed a trace of fear in his eyes, thinking about how humans should deal with such power.

Perhaps, humans are powerless in the face of such power.

Roon put away the legendary power sword "Glory" and sighed: "Old Ji, your father must have enjoyed this beating, how much faith energy must have been consumed, and the whole body must have been active..."

Guilliman looked at his brother and wanted to correct him. The Primarchs all had the blood of the Emperor, and the Emperor was the father of all the Primarchs.

But he thought about it and didn't say anything.

After all, he didn't really want to recognize that cheap old father, and he never called himself his son.

From the time the Emperor was sent to the Golden Throne to his return for 10,000 years, the Emperor had hardly spoken to anyone.

That existence was always taciturn, good at hiding his thoughts, and rarely showed love.

In fact, the Emperor had allowed the Primarchs to love him, let them call him father, or call themselves his son, but he himself hardly said these words.

This made the Primarchs feel that they were just weapons, some kind of creation of the Emperor.

Guilliman thought that after he arrived at the Golden Throne, the Emperor did speak, but he was not speaking to a creation as a son.

The Emperor's welcome to him was not like a father welcoming his son, but a warrior finding a sharp blade he thought he had lost.

I hope this sharp blade can eliminate the darkness and save the empire he founded.

"Perhaps, the Emperor has never loved us..."

The voice of the Primarch, the son of the Primarch and the Regent of the Empire was low, and it was inevitable that he was a little sad.

"What?"

Ron was a little confused when he heard this. Why did Old Ki suddenly become emo?

It seems that the Emperor is not very good to these Primarchs. The shadow of the original family is one of them, but it may also be caused by the miscommunication between the two sides.

Some traditional parents don't like to express their feelings.

And the Emperor is indeed a little socially anxious.

Maybe we can create a group or something, and hold a family communication meeting, so that they can have a good talk and resolve the conflict.

"Hiss, it happens that the Emperor is here too."

Ron frowned and said in a loud voice: "Why don't we go and ask him later to see if your father loves you?"

He also wanted to know the answer to this question, and eat some melons by the way.

This attracted a slight sidelong glance from Calgar and others, but they all tried to maintain a natural posture, as if they didn't hear anything.

Guilliman was a little unnatural when he heard this, and his face became more resolute:

"Maybe there are some problems, but now is not the time to deal with this problem. It's time to eliminate the enemy's advantage from Yax."

He was unwilling or afraid to face the real Emperor in his heart, and quietly changed the subject.

"Oh, this issue is very important. The contradiction must be resolved after all. Escape will not solve the problem."

Ron patted the Regent Prince on the shoulder, but the other party remained silent and stopped talking.

"Alas, old Ji is scared."

He sighed slightly. The Emperor's family is very awkward. Like father, like son. Old Ji is almost the same.

Of course, the character of this Ultimate Primarch and Regent of the Empire is good among the Primarchs.

Forget it, we'll talk about it later when we have a chance.

It's not that Ron is idle and has to eat melons and meddle in the father-son relationship of the Emperor's family.

Because the Emperor's family relationship will affect all aspects of the Empire, such as the Horus Heresy.

Whether in the past, present or future, whether the ruler's family is harmonious and whether the power is smoothly transferred are related to the fate and future of the grassroots people.

Any disturbance will attract speculation from those who stand on the side below.

Especially for the original bodies, each of them has a large number of troops.

If the contradictions between them are irreconcilable and they start fighting, it will be a tremor and the Milky Way will burn.

Even if the superiors are impulsive and do something, many people may die.

Such an incident was also recorded in the history of the Eastern Empire in the 1K era of Ancient Terra, and it was called Cao Cao's killing of three sages with one shot.

Above the Axe Cathedral, the interweaving of flames and evil energy has reached a fever pitch, and it is still in a stalemate.

More illusions appeared, and the golden-winged angels and the warriors of flames were fighting against the shadows of Nurgle demons representing the plague virus.

Guilliman looked at the stalemate battlefield with a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem."

Ron did not worry at all and explained: "The old emperor has just woken up and is warming up. He will soon enter the field to exert his strength."

He did not mention how he woke up the emperor with a punch, fearing that Guilliman would not be able to accept it.

As soon as the voice fell, the vibration of the sacred tower in the distance became more and more violent, and more surging power surged.

The flames were almost materialized, and even the illusory sacred sun could be seen in it.

This made the devout believers on the battlefield more fanatical.

Ron was overjoyed. The Emperor had already entered the field and started to exert his strength. He rushed very hard!

The flame energy of the Holy Sun was output like crazy, and it turned the situation around for a while.

Just a few seconds later, the gelatinous, malicious plague fog that permeated the battlefield was completely suppressed.

However, this was not the end.

The golden flame rushed straight to the crack in the void, which was the exit of the plague fog, connecting to the Garden of Nurgle in the warp.

Good guy, the Emperor's flame burned over!

Ron took a deep breath and watched the confrontation in the void, not wanting to miss this epic scene.

He even felt the Emperor's excitement. He was so excited.

In the past, when the Emperor used some faith energy, he had to rely on the possession of the living saint to release it, and he could only purify a small area.

There were scenes like angel miracles or beautiful women turning chaos pollution into clean water.

And this process was also extremely difficult. It was not easy to cultivate a living saint. It involved soul-related contracts and operations.

More importantly, those mortal bodies simply cannot bear too much energy.

However, now, with the Holy Tower and the Light Prism Tower that can export energy, He can wantonly release the energy of faith that causes Him pain.

Charge as much as you want.

It is simply a kind of enjoyment or healing.

According to Ron's own words, it is to detoxify and beautify, and it can also burn evil and hatred, killing two birds with one stone.

"No..."

On the other side of the void crack, the kind father of Nurgle in front of the black house saw the flames burning over, and seemed a little panicked.

Gurgle--

The garden began to boil, and the bubbles of the stinking swamp rolled.

Nurgle suddenly stretched out his rotten palm, trying to stop the burning flames.

The next second.

The huge hand slapped the crack, trying to block the entrance and avoid the invasion of flames.

"Fuck?"

Ron's spiritual perception was sharper than everyone present.

Perhaps others only saw the burning flames and plague mist, but he really saw the rotten giant hand that came from the void, which was at least as big as a planet.

It was covered with traces of plague and decay, and countless chaotic life forms were wriggling in the abscesses.

Fortunately, the rotten giant hand could not cross the boundary between reality and space, but only urgently blocked the crack between the Nurgle Garden and reality.

This shocked and frightened him deeply.

What a destructive power it was, almost irresistible.

But such a fearful mentality soon dissipated.

Because Ron suddenly thought that his subspace essence sun was not small now, at least much larger than the planet Yax.

If he did something weird between the curtain of subspace and reality, it would scare people to death.

In the void, the giant hand of Nurgle blocked the crack, trying to fill it up and restore it to its original state.

However, the Emperor did not give Him this opportunity, and the flames became more and more fierce, like a sword.

The giant hand of the plague gave off a strange fragrance under the burning flames, and it burned to more places along the palm.

It's hot!

The kind father of Nurgle persisted for a while, then he screamed and instinctively pulled back his palm to avoid more attacks on his body.

In this way.

The sacred flames burned along the cracks and spread to more areas.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited on the periphery of the Nurgle Garden.

The stinking swamp dried up, the swollen and rotten plants burned, and the plague life struggled in the fire.

Moreover, the flames continued to burn forward, and the deep and winding paths on the edge of the Nurgle Garden began to suffer, and more Nurgle demons began to flee deeper.

These Nurgle demons tried to avoid the natural disasters caused by the cursed.

He even saw that his Nurgle thief Bala was running away deep inside, even though the other party was still a long distance away from the flames.

"The Cursed!"

The Father of Nurgle roared, shaking the entire garden. He raised a rotten swamp like a tsunami in the void, covering the burning flames.

He tried to extinguish the flames.

However, the holy flames kept growing.

"This wave is a big profit."

Ron looked at this scene and was quite excited. If the Emperor could really get into the depths of the Nurgle Garden, he should be able to end this plague war ahead of time.

In the psychic vision, after encountering obstacles, the holy flame changed its strategy and burned forward along a point.

A path was burned out in one part of Nurgle's Garden, gradually deepening.

Faced with this terrible invasion, Nurgle's loving father's reaction became more violent, and he blocked the fire again.

After all, that is his domain, and he can mobilize more evil energy.

Fortunately, the energy of faith contained within the Holy Sun was more abundant, and the Emperor once again increased the intensity of the invasion, and the flames rose again.

He is getting stronger and stronger!

This time, Nurgle's loving father had no way to resist, and Nurgle's garden was about to be lost and burned across a large area.

This anxious moment.

Click——

Ron noticed the strange noise coming from not far away and turned to look.

That was the sound made by the light prism tower. The special alloy that constructed the light prism tower creaked, and the screws in certain areas collapsed.

Obviously, these mechanical creations are overwhelmed, are in an overloaded state, and are about to collapse.

"not good……"

He reacted and took a breath: "The emperor rushed to the ground a little too hard, and it has exceeded the limit that the light prism tower can withstand!"

If this pressure continues, the light prism tower may fall apart under the impact of energy, causing the entire defense array to be damaged.

Ron immediately used a psychic message to warn the emperor: "Stop, slow down, you can't rush anymore, the sacred machine can no longer bear this huge energy!"

He hoped that the Emperor would hold back and burn it slowly.

Otherwise, if the light prism tower is destroyed, there will be no channel to transport energy in.

After receiving the psychic message, the Emperor conveyed a hint of unsatisfied emotion, and then immediately reduced the delivery of divine energy.

Unfortunately it was too late.

Boom——

One after another, the light prism towers were destroyed by the impact of energy, emitting violent explosions.

With the reduction of transmission channels, the output of divine spiritual energy will inevitably weaken, and there is no way to continue this invasion.

He also realized this, and after a sudden increase in energy, he retreated.

This also caused the final light prism tower to explode and collapse.

"It seems that we have to let the Mechanicus continue to upgrade the mechanical facilities..."

Ron looked at the remains of the Light Prism Tower and felt a little pity.

If these towers were stronger, they might be able to burn the ground for longer.

Fortunately, these sacred defensive buildings are one-time use, and they have fulfilled their mission well.

In the shadow of the sky, the fire in Nurgle's Garden has been extinguished.

The flames burned the outside of the garden and left a narrow scar inside.

He was keenly aware that the scar passage was heading towards the Black House and the Garden of the Goddess of Life, or he might be able to use this in the future.

Reach the depths of Nurgle's Gardens faster.

Above the Cathedral of Aix, the sacred flames gradually dimmed, and the Emperor's will began to withdraw from the planet.

But before leaving.

He found the Regent and the Savior.

"Father……"

No matter how dull the spiritual sense of Prince Regent Guilliman was, he still felt the presence of the Emperor under such dense divine light.

The father was watching him, and he even vaguely saw the emperor's shadow in golden armor.

But the father and son looked at each other and said nothing.

The Emperor's gaze quickly shifted to the Savior.

He raised his hand and tapped the other person's shoulder with his spiritual energy, sending out a spiritual message, roughly praising you for doing a good job.

It seems that the pressure of faith on him, the Lord of mankind, has been reduced a lot, and his whole body is clear.

After that, the emperor's shadow turned around and seemed to be leaving.

Those remaining energies cannot support his phantom illusion in the real world for too long.

The regent watched the emperor leave in silence. During these few moments of encounter, they had no communication.

"Emperor..."

Ron sighed slightly.

He suddenly sent a spiritual message to the lord of mankind, with a rather serious tone:

“Perhaps your son is not as strong as you think, not as tough as you, the master of mankind.

They also have moments of vulnerability, as has been proven for ten thousand years.

They were Primarchs, they were human, and like all sons they longed for their father's approval.

In such a dark moment, perhaps you should give your son more care and encouragement.

Instead of being a failed father..."

After the Emperor's shadow received this psychic message, he was stunned. This was the first time in ten thousand years that he had received such sincere criticism.

The body of the lord of mankind trembled slightly, as if something was returning.

He nodded, then turned towards Regent Guilliman, the Emperor's son.

"I didn't expect that the emperor would listen to his advice..."

Ron looked at this scene with great relief. As for what was exchanged between the emperor and his son, he didn't really care.

That's between them.

The important thing is that there was a serious communication between the father and son, which was the beginning of a good relationship.

Soon, the emperor's figure disappeared.

Ron keenly noticed that Lao Ji was secretly wiping his tears. This was an extremely rare action for a original body.

This Ultimate Primarch and Imperial Regent experienced the death of his father, the betrayal of his brothers, the verge of destruction of the Empire, and countless humans died before his eyes.

He also suffered numerous plots and attacks.

He faced the deepest pain and darkness in the past ten thousand years, but he always faced the world with the most resolute face and gave people courage.

He never exposed a vulnerable moment.

Now, the Primarch burst into tears.

But this is a good thing. Humans' repressed emotions must always be vented, otherwise it will only create darkness and allow evil gods to take advantage of the situation.

Roan did not disturb the imperial regent.

After a while, he walked over slowly.

"Thank you."

Guilliman had regained his previous resolute face and said calmly.

He was very grateful to his brother in his heart.

Roan nodded and looked at the core battlefield of the cathedral. Under the burning of the holy flame, all the filth and Nurgle demons were purified.

This defense war emptied the existing sacred urn bombs on the Yax Hospital World, and the light prism tower was also consumed.

But it also prevented the invasion of Nurgle and smashed the corruption network.

This is the beginning of changing the future. A planet that would have been destroyed has been preserved.

Now, only ruins and debris are left on the battlefield. Some fragments of weapons, armor and skeletons are shining. They are fragments soaked with high concentrations of holy energy.

The priests and think tanks looked at those things and were ready to move.

In their view, those are holy relics that can be used on weapons and armor to bring more blessings and power.

Even the bones can be decorated or ground into powder to make special bullets.

Or they can be placed on the shrine to bless the world.

"Stop!"

Roen noticed something. He stopped everyone from approaching and lit up the power sword. The danger was not completely eliminated.

The Emperor's Sword was lit.

Guilliman also noticed the crisis and came to the side of the Savior and made a fighting gesture.

The two Primarchs were ready to fight together.

"That's my weapon." He had long recognized the power sword named "Glory" and said with a smile.

Roen shrugged and handed over the power sword in his hand: "Why don't we change it temporarily?"

He had been coveting the Emperor's Sword for a long time.

"You might be able to light it."

This time Guilliman did not hesitate. He took the glory and handed the Emperor's Sword to his brother.

This move represents the deepest trust.

"Of course."

Bang——

Ron took the Emperor's Sword and suddenly ignited the blade. The raging flames illuminated his handsome face.

This sword is quite useful and easy to use.

He stared at the ruins not far away and laughed coldly: "Rat in the gutter, you should come out and die!"