Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the ruins not far away started to move.

A oil-like substance gushes out from the ruins, adhering to the surrounding gravel and iron blocks, and covering the clock face of the corrupted machine.

In this way, a demonic body was reshaped.

He is seven meters tall, and his body length is several times that of his height.

With the ticking of the clock gears, the demon body like a rotten dragon staggered forward, and a suffocating rotten stench spread again.

That was Karama, the fifth favorite of the Plague Lord.

As the Emperor devoted all his energy to the invasion of Nurgle's Gardens, the favorite survived under Nurgle's protection and grew further with the help of divine grace.

"I will always exist, and Chaos will take on a new look and gain the power of rebirth!"

Kalama's hoarse voice came out.

He had just detected it, and the cursed person had left, and there was no scent of any sacred weapon nearby.

The second loser suddenly felt like he was okay again.

Now, he has become part of the corruption machine, supporting the final network of corruption.

As long as he can continue to corrode this place, kill more humans to absorb souls, and persist until the arrival of the Plague Ark and Kugas.

can save the situation.

In this way, the loss of Nurgle's loving father can be doubled.

Under the influence of Nurgle's darling, the Corruption Network showed signs of resurgence and began to corrupt the planet once again.

In the phantom of the void, the speed of the Plague Ark seems to have accelerated further, getting closer and closer.

Their approach makes the mortals on this planet involuntarily panic, which comes from mental pressure.

The filth on those plague arks is enough to turn into a putrid ocean and fill the entire planet!

Boom boom boom——

Artillery fire came from a distance, and the soldiers also launched an attack.

Alchemical cannons, bolt rounds, and psionic energy bombarded the demon's unnatural body, tearing at the putrid flesh, but the flesh quickly regenerated.

All physical attacks fell into the demon's body and disappeared like a stone dropped into water.

Not only that, he is absorbing the energy of the real world, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

Karama shook his head, the foul-smelling hair fluttering around his head like tattered seaweed, and the lightning and flames of the think tanks were diverted to other directions.

The destructive energy was reflected to the surrounding area, destroying more heavy artillery and machinery.

He is getting closer to perfection, and the demonic body is still changing, just like the legendary dragon, growing old and dying under the influence of time, and then ushering in a new life.

Repeated over and over again.

This is Karama's confidence, some kind of immortal existence.

He was snickering: "You can't hurt me. I am the end of time, the final form of corruption, and I will live forever!"

Kalama lowered his ugly head to the ground, and suddenly blew out an unnatural wind. The wind was filled with debris of infected internal organs, maggots, and various filthy poisonous gases.

The filth corroded more areas, and even the armor of the warriors was damaged.

"Be afraid, I am the Dragon of Corruption, the Hunter of Filth, time dies here..."

He said: "What you have in front of you is the most powerful demon!"

The cathedral has become a battlefield of corruption. The poisonous mist carried by the unnatural wind has corroded the breathing apparatus of the armor, poured into the throat and invaded the internal organs.

The plague virus infected the Primaris Champions and Thunder Praetorians, causing them pain and a gradual loss of health.

"Why does that guy have so many lines, one after another? He almost has more titles than me."

Ron complained, but his expression was quite serious, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

According to the habits of this world, an existence with so many titles will definitely not be too weak. If you underestimate the enemy too much, you may capsize in the gutter.

He wielded the Emperor's Sword and split the unnatural wind, lest the virus affect him.

This is the weakness of the human body.

No matter how powerful you are, you will still be harmed by some things in the material world. If you are injured, you will bleed. If you inhale the virus, you will still be infected.

Just a while ago, I had breathed in a virus released by some damn Nurgle demon, and I had a cough, cold and fever.

Fortunately, there are therapeutic drugs, and it will be cured quickly.

"You guys retreat and get treatment. The Regent and I will fight it."

Ron ordered the surrounding soldiers to retreat temporarily.

In this kind of big BOSS battle, there is no need to send elite troops to kill people, especially if there is no sacred weapon that can restrain the opponent.

If the two original bodies couldn't defeat that guy, sending these people up wouldn't be particularly effective.

What's more, he doesn't like to risk human lives like the Empire did to scrape away a tragic victory.

Of course, when the situation becomes difficult, the lives that should be filled will still have to be filled, but not now.

"demon!"

Guilliman's voice boomed: "I am the Lord of Ultramar, the Light of the Imperium, I am the son of the Emperor, and he looks upon me now.

I will bring you down, not you bringing me down! "

The imperial regent began the routine pre-war rhetoric. This was a necessary procedure. No matter what, the momentum must be stabilized.

Due to the existence of the Warp, this may affect combat effectiveness.

He roared and launched a charge, a metal storm erupted from the hand of dominion, and fragments of alchemical ammunition continued to strip away the demon's body.

The unnatural wind was unable to stop the primarch.

He had a lot of combat experience and avoided the sharp swings of the demon's finger bones. The legendary power sword hit the enemy's body many times.

The last blow even chopped off the opponent's ugly head.

However, Karama's momentum did not decrease at all, but became stronger.

His tail knocked the Regent away, and the oil-like substance reassembled his body:

"Every death makes me stronger. At the end of time, no one can be stronger than me!"

At this time, Ron also ended the urgent strategic arrangement and suddenly jumped in front of the Regent.

He blocked a blow for his brother.

He slid back under this heavy blow, plowing two deep grooves on the ground.

"Karama."

Ron stared at the demon with cold eyes: "You will die, die under the sword of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, the Devourer of Demons, the Emperor's Favorite, the Chaos Plunderer, the Void Storm, the Second Sun, the Guardian of the Mechanical Goddess, the Swarm Destroyer, the Savior of Baal... the Demon Butcher!"

He said a lot of titles in one breath like a dish, and his momentum continued to rise.

In the galaxy, no one has more titles than himself, and this is without revealing his vest.

As he spoke, the flames of the Emperor's Sword became more and more fierce.

The golden flames wrapped the dark gold armor, and a light crown appeared on Ron's head, and golden fire wings appeared behind him, making it more sacred.

And more deterrent.

The Regent was a little confused when he saw this scene. This was the first time he saw the Emperor's Sword in such a form and way of use.

Why didn't he have such an effect when he used that sword?

Could it be that the Emperor's Sword, which he had used for so long, liked his brother more? This was too partial, right? !

He felt a little sad.

After Karama saw the Savior and the Devourer, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Although the Emperor's Sword could kill him before, he could survive as long as he avoided the vital points, and he had a chance to kill the sword holder.

However, now he felt the deadly breath of danger.

"This is impossible!" He roared.

"Perhaps, you should calm down and wake up..."

As Ron spoke, a heavy rain containing purification potions covered the battlefield.

The weather control device came to this airspace and released a large amount of purification potions.

The sacred urn bombs were used up, but fortunately he had other means to deal with the plague, but they were not as direct and fatal as the sacred urn bombs.

Accompanied by heavy rain.

The filth in the cathedral and the surrounding areas was slowly diluted, and the stinking swamp gradually turned into an ordinary quagmire.

The corruption brought by the second lost Karama was weakened, and the corruption network stopped spreading.

Those raindrops fell on the corrupt dragon-like Nurgle's darling, making him uncomfortable, and he clearly felt the plague virus in his body slowly dissolving.

Before he could react, a new attack came.

The Regent raised his ruling hand, and the alchemical bolt plowed through the side of the demon's body, and the rotten flesh and blood exploded in the rain.

After that, he cut off a small section of the bony demon wing with the power sword.

This temporarily restricted the demon's movement.

"Now, you, the undead dragon, should die!"

The golden fire wings behind Ron flapped, and he rushed over at a very fast speed, and quickly swung several swords.

He swung the sword without any rules, but still hit the demon's body accurately. The flames rushed out from the blade like a flag, cutting off more hateful parts.

Karama wailed, almost unable to control his body.

He realized that the part that was cut off was like his soul being cut off, and he had no ability to regenerate.

The sword of the cursed was so terrible that even the grace of the Lord of Plague could not protect it!

The two Primarchs' coordinated attacks left the beloved of Nurgle no room to breathe, and he gradually fell into a state of defeat.

Roan swung his sword, and the flames surged out to form a perfect ring. The blade cut off the demon's forearm and cut off the entire left wing, followed by the right leg.

"You can't kill me!"

Karama screamed, trying to grow new limbs, but he was powerless.

Those places burned by the flames looked like they were dead.

"You no longer have the power to choose."

Roan disintegrated Karama's attack ability, causing him to fall to the ground struggling and dying.

He and the Regent suppressed the beloved of Nurgle together.

At this time, the Thunder Guards rushed up and locked the demon with forbidden chains and collars.

It was a silent blocking device developed by the Demon Research Institute for many years. From the collar to the present, it has been developed to the third generation.

The fifth beloved of Nurgle was captured and completely blocked in the real universe.

"I can't be killed, I am death!"

Karama cried out, this guy no longer had the arrogant attitude before, but he was still stubborn.

Ron didn't laugh too much, who in this world doesn't stubborn?

That's standard.

He poked Karama with the Emperor's Sword, making it wail more miserably, and he could execute the other party at any time.

But he didn't do that.

"Who said I want to kill you?"

Ron cut off the connection between the demon body and the corrupted machine, and said lightly: "You will live forever, forever, my researchers will like you very much, and you will have the honor of experiencing more types of sacred weapons..."

An immortal Nurgle favorite with strong regenerative ability, isn't that the most high-end and rare research material, a demon guinea pig?

And this guy has merged with the remains of the Corruption Machine, so he has to be studied.

At least he has to find a way to take out the core of the Corruption Machine.

After he sent a message to the Great Sage Mao of the Demon Research Institute, the guy was so happy that he was confused.

Because with such high-end materials, they can study more exciting projects.

After all, ordinary demons will die in the experiment before they can last long.

The Savior and the Demon Eater did not hide his thoughts at all.

After Karama understood the information in his words and thoughts, he became even more panicked. The cruelty in the Demon Eater's laboratory was probably not much better than being attacked by the weapons of the Cursed.

And they might use themselves to experiment with the weapons of the Cursed.

When the fifth favorite thought of this, he trembled like a sieve and his eyes softened.

He looked at the savior: "Maybe, we still have..."

Ron had no interest in talking to him:

"I refuse, you don't deserve any forgiveness, you will suffer eternal torture, and atone for the dead humans in the galaxy."

"You cruel executioner, butcher, you should be cursed!"

Karama's hope was shattered, and he roared and cursed: "Wait, the army of Nurgle is coming, and the plague will flood this world..."

He kept cursing, trying to delay time.

Because he was still alive, the corrupt network retained a trace of connection, and the Plague Ark and Kugath were about to arrive.

The plague still had a chance to invade here!

"You are waiting for reinforcements, right?"

Ron ruthlessly exposed this darling of Nurgle: "Unfortunately, you can't wait for reinforcements. They dare not arrive here, let alone fight with the two primarchs."

What?

Karama looked up at the shadow in the sky in horror.

The Plague Ark closest to Yax suddenly drifted and changed direction, and the other Plague Arks also turned around and left.

They gave up the plan to invade this world.

After seeing the damage to the corruption network, the miserable state of Karama and the arrival of the Savior Fleet, Kugath on the Plague Ark, who was already pessimistic, immediately abandoned his teammates and ran away.

He was scared and dared not have any thoughts about this planet.

This is also the reason why Ron was so confident.

He knew that the pessimistic guy Kugath would not force an attack after being at a disadvantage, and his fleet had also arrived in the nearby area.

He could participate in another war.

The Thunder Guards gave Karama several more cans of super-concentrated purification potions.

These things could not kill the demon, but they could purify the plague virus in his body and reduce his strength.

After losing more and more plague viruses, Karama's body size shrank a lot and became weaker.

Afterwards, he was sealed in a large container with a static force field and transported to a transport ship.

Along with it, there are more remains of corrupted machines and a complete small corrupted machine, all of which will be sent to Black Abyss Star.

Let the great wizards and the black oilers of the Demon Research Institute study it carefully until they crack the corrupted network and find a way to enter the Garden of Nurgle.

"If it succeeds, it will be a historic breakthrough."

Guilliman didn't know where the containers loaded with demons and abomination machines would be transported, but he was still full of expectations.

He realized the value of the crack network technology.

It not only involves the victory or defeat of the Plague War, but also the war of mankind against Chaos.

That technology may bring humans a way to invade the warp.

Ron nodded:

"Yes, if we can completely crack the warp technology, humans will no longer be passive, but have a chance to fight back.

We can actively open a crack in the real universe and enter the realm of the warp."

For countless centuries, humans have been in a passive situation, unable to affect the realm of chaos, and there is no way to enter the realm of chaos on a large scale.

In this way, Chaos has a rear area that is almost invulnerable to attack, and will always be invincible.

Now, the Nurgle forces have invaded the galaxy on a large scale with the Corrupted Network, which has also given humans an opportunity to reverse the invasion and obtain the Chaos Network technology that the Lord of Plague has been brewing for thousands of years.

This is a rare opportunity.

Under normal circumstances, the empire that rejects the warp technology and the Black Oiler will not be able to obtain and crack that technology.

But Ron is different.

He has formed a large-scale Black Oiler research team, with the assistance of the Goddess of Machinery, the Queen of Black Machinery, and the Thousand Sons Wizard.

And there is also the strong support of the special consultant, the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, who has provided too much dark forging knowledge in the secret library.

Today, the dark forging technology reserves of the Black Abyss Star are not inferior to any other place.

It can even help some powerful Black Oilers embark on the path of vicious skills, just like the demonic mechanical Vashtor.

Ron believes.

They will definitely be able to crack the secret of the Corrupted Network and let themselves master this technology that breaks the curtain between the warp and reality.

Of course, most humans cannot withstand the chaotic energy of the warp.

Even if he has this technology, he can only send the most elite warriors into the warp, but that is also a good start.

Perhaps, in the future, he can create armor that can resist the corrosion of the warp and more weapons that restrain the warp, and send a steady stream of human armies to the warp.

Let the Chaos beings also taste the taste of being invaded.

Roan looked into the future and then withdrew his thoughts. What is more important now is to end the Plague War.

This way, there will be more time to develop.

He looked at the Regent:

"We have defended the important node of Yax, and now it is time to fight back. Humans need to recover more eroded planets."

Guilliman's face was firm: "The Indomitable Expedition Fleet is ready to launch a counterattack at any time."

"Then let's go, see you on the battlefield later."

Roan smiled gently, and his various armies were also hungry and thirsty, especially the Legion of Terror.

He and the Regent divided their troops into two groups and launched a full-scale counterattack against the Nurgle army to recover Ultramar and the nearby civilized world.

Then they went straight to the Scourge Stars, so that the Great Moth Mortarion completely lost this war in the galaxy!

Ron turned around and walked towards the shuttle.

But after a few steps, he heard the resentful voice of Lao Ji behind him: "Ron..."

He turned around, and the other party's eyes were fixed on the Emperor's Sword on his waist, obviously wanting to take back this holy sword that symbolized the highest power of the empire.

The Regent and the Emperor's Sword are symbols of a certain politics, and he must hold this sword to appear in more empires.

"Oh, I almost picked it up."

Ron realized that he forgot to return the sword and felt a little embarrassed.

He didn't have much desire to possess the sword, because he rarely had the opportunity to use it and almost didn't use it.

Just treat it as a large toy.

In general, it is better to take out the sacred ashes to clean up the ground than to use the Emperor's Sword to risk close combat with the enemy.

Ron handed the Emperor's Sword to the Regent and exchanged it for the legendary power sword "Glory".

Regent Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword again, but felt something strange. The machine soul in the sword seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

To be more precise, there was a hint of disgust.

? ? ?

This sword that his father once carried had only been in the hands of the Savior for a short while, and he began to dislike his master?

"By the way, if I have time later, I will borrow this sword to scan it and see if I can study the technology in it."

Ron thought of something and said suddenly.

If such a weapon can be copied or mass-produced in low-end versions, then human warriors will become a terrifying existence for demons.

"No problem."

Guilliman agreed generously and felt the satisfaction of the machine soul of the Emperor's Sword.

His heart ached a little.

After sending the Savior away, the Imperial Regent immediately ordered people to bring a full set of maintenance equipment and the purest holy oil.

He wanted to personally brush the holy oil on this sword and maintain it well to appease the machine soul in it...

——

Dream.

The Savior's Sanctuary, Miniature Garden.

The sun shines on the green grass, butterflies flutter among the flowers, and there is a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

Ron lies on a chair, basking in the warm artificial sun.

He flips through the latest war reports. The advancement speed of each unit is pretty good, and several planets have been recovered one after another.

It's that the filial son, the Lord of the Flies, Typhus, who is annoying, is sabotaging everywhere and trying to hinder his progress.

It seems that he has to be dealt with.

However, it is not very safe to fight with the original body, and it is easy to fall into the trap of Nurgle. That existence will suffer a loss and will most likely retaliate wildly.

He plans to change the Dark Prince vest to deal with the other party, and he can also make a name for himself and absorb the dark side faith.

Ding——

Ron received a message from his deputy Taco, saying that he has arranged a plan and route for hyping with his vest Dark Prince.

He plans to follow the plan and let the Savior and the Dark Prince hype up the CP of lifelong enemies.

In this way, he can step on the left foot and the right foot to gain faith.

According to Taco's advice, he released a lot of news.

For example, the Savior vowed to kill the Dark Prince; the Savior issued a warning that the Dark Prince was extremely powerful and only the Primarch could deal with him; the Dark Prince might be more terrifying than the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon Kabanha!

That's right, while he was hyping it up, he also dragged down and took advantage of the traffic of the Lock Card.

Ron got up from his chair and walked out.

He had to play a show match with his vest, and the operation was quite complicated.

In the void, the Dream and the flagship of the Fear Legion, the Heart of Fear, met unexpectedly, and the shipboard gunfire roared for a while.

In the farther area, the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon Kabanha was rushing here, vowing to chop off the head of the Dark Prince!