Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"Hurry up, we must destroy the big demon before other teams arrive!"

Broken Horn urged his fear warriors to rush at all costs.

In any war that the Dread Legion participates in, the competition is extremely fierce. Except for not being able to attack their own people, everything else can be done.

Incompetent teams will get nothing and become an internal shame.

This is a very troublesome thing.

Since there are few spoils of war, there are not enough blood points, and without blood points, equipment cannot be replenished, which further reduces combat effectiveness.

This will cause the entire team to fall into a vortex of failure, and other teams will rob their heads again and again.

Eventually, they will be annexed and become the lowest-level warriors.

What's more terrifying is that in order to have more advantages in the war, most of the fear warriors accepted the special gift of the Dark Prince and prepaid blood points in advance to arm themselves.

This is already a customary rule within the Dread Legion. If you want to become a high-level fear warrior, you must do this.

No fear warrior is willing to become a weakling.

Although the Dread Legion will provide basic armor, weapons, and ammunition, it is far from satisfying the desires of the Dread Warriors.

The stronger the stronger, if you don't have the most powerful equipment and firepower, you are destined to not be able to grab the most delicious record and get the favor of Diablo.

You can only watch others getting stronger and stronger, like a snowball.

Therefore, they all boldly accepted special gifts, and advanced the amount of blood points in advance, even tens or hundreds of times the income.

The so-called special gifts are actually blood point loans, which need to be repaid for decades after a one-time loan.

The Dread Warriors must work harder and participate in more wars to be able to pay it back.

The strong among them can use the firepower obtained from the blood point loan to quickly accumulate more capital and develop their team.

This is also the reason why the combat effectiveness of the Dread Legion is so terrible. There are desires, shackles, and pressure, and they are never tired of it.

All Dread Warriors can get the power advanced by the Dark Prince.

Every war is an unparalleled adventure. Whether it is a young model in the club or fishing in the sea, it depends on this gamble.

Broken Horn is under great pressure now.

For this war.

He resolutely overdrew all his blood points, invested in a dozen Centurion armors and more Dreadnoughts, and also equipped himself with a full set of master-level Terminator armor and weapons.

All his soldiers were also dressed up, equipped with a large number of special ammunition, and had enough firepower.

It was to grab a large number of blood points in this super-large-scale war, so that he and his warbands could be promoted to a higher level.

The result of failure was also tragic.

There was a high probability that he would go bankrupt, be annexed by others, or work as a laborer in the logistics force.

Therefore, he was extremely eager to kill more and stronger enemies.

After detecting the Great Demon of Nurgle, this Dread Legion warband came to kill him as soon as possible.

Not only them, but also several warbands were rushing over, trying to beat and chop the Great Demon of Nurgle, in order to obtain a large number of blood points and the favor of Diablo.

It can be said to be a wave of wealth.

However, when Broken Horn and other Dread Warriors arrived, they only saw the figure of the Dark Prince killing the Great Demon of Nurgle.

That being cruelly tore off the head of the Nurgle Great Demon, which frightened the surrounding demons.

Broken Horn did not hesitate, turned around and left with a curse.

Who would have thought that after finally finding a big boss to fight, the leader would snatch the head.

How infuriating is this?

But he didn't dare to say anything, he could only cricket behind his back.

Afterwards, Broken Horn led his Dread Warriors to rush to other battlefields, and there was chaos all the way.

The Nurgle army was terrified.

Now, the Dark Prince and the Dread Legion are already famous, and most of the existences in the galaxy and the warp know how powerful they are.

No one wants to provoke these guys who are crazier than the Khorne warriors.

Because the Space Marines or armies of the galaxy, when participating in the war, mostly have strategic purposes.

Generally, if you retreat, they don't have to fight you to the death.

But the Dread Legion is different.

These guys have no rules, no martial ethics, and don't care about the outcome of the war. The only purpose is to kill you, the kind that never stops.

Once you are involved, it is hard to get rid of it.

There was even a Chaos warband that was hunted down by the Dread Warriors for several years, from the Milky Way to the Subspace.

In the end, they were all dismembered.

They could not figure out until they died, why did they just kill some humans and did not provoke these lunatics?

Chaos traitors and demons regarded the Dread Warriors as aliens and called them mad dogs.

The reputation of the Khorne Warriors has inexplicably improved a lot because of the appearance of the Dread Warriors.

Compared with the unknown, crazy and unyielding Dread Warriors, those reckless and bloodthirsty Khorne Warriors have become more handsome.

More Chaos warbands joined the Dread Legion with the attitude of joining if they can't beat them.

From being bullied to bullying others.

But now the Dread Legion's standards for recruiting new members are much more stringent.

Some Dread Warriors are worried about the future, and even worry that their blood point income will decrease because of absorbing too much Chaos power.

What if there are not enough people to kill?

Fortunately, Chaos Demons are endless and are also an important target for the Legion of Terror to earn blood points.

On the battlefield.

"Not bad, very spirited!"

Ron dropped the head of the Nurgle Demon, looked at the Dread Warriors who were chasing the enemy, and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the Chaos Legion he really wants. To deal with the Chaos forces, they must be more cruel and crazy than them, and make them feel fear.

Now the strong among the Dread Warriors can deal with the Chaos Demon alone.

Of course, they can't deal with the Chaos Demons who are ranked at the top.

Although they are all Chaos Demons, the gap between the Demons is greater than the gap between the Greenskins and the Little Farts.

The powerful Chaos Demons can beat the Primarch violently, while some Chaos Demons are just leeks and can even be killed by human tanks.

The same is true for Space Marines.

For legendary Space Marines such as Dante, Calgar, and Ddraig, killing a demon is almost like drinking water.

And the weak Space Marines can even be stabbed to death by the pagans with a knife, and the eyepieces are blown up by the flashlight laser gun.

After Ron executed the Nurgle Demon, he did not participate in the battle again.

He didn't want to compete with his subordinates for experience, and there was no need.

The enemies killed by the Dread Warriors, the accumulated fear and faith energy, all have their own share.

They have to hide their tracks and save their energy to deal with more important enemies.

Not long after, the Nurgle Warriors and Demons in this area were killed by the Dread Legion and the Tyranid Swarm.

Even the plague pollutants were licked up by the Tyranid Swarm, which can be said to be an efficient cleanup.

After the Dread Legion and the aliens left, the Savior's purification troops came to spray the diluted purification agent rain again, and the environment recovered.

Better than before.

The local army and survivors are extremely grateful for the gift of the Emperor and the Savior.

...

Ruined church.

Chaos evil energy desecrated the entire area, and the flames roared.

In the shrine area of ​​the hall stood a Chaos Throne, and underneath it were hideous Chaos beings one after another, and there were also alien figures.

Ron sat on the throne and listened to the reports of various troops, especially the intelligence obtained by the Tyranid reconnaissance troops.

Now, this planet has gathered too many armies, and it has become a mess. The fierce war has changed the terrain of the planet forever.

Fortunately, the Empire has gradually recovered its territory, but this does not seem to bring victory.

Because they have not found the special plague factory and have not stopped the production of the plague.

Squeak——

The Tyran leader swallowed the rotten meat and sent the current harvest with some fear:

"The Tyran reconnaissance unit found five corruption machines and seventeen plague bases, and found a large amount of materials for making plague.

But the corruption factory that the Lord of the Hive hoped to find was not found."

Ron frowned, and smoke and sparks burst out of his mouth and nose:

"This won't work. Once the plague comes, we may have to retreat..."

He can feel that the power of corruption in this world is gradually increasing and becoming more deadly.

That means that the production of the plague has reached the final stage.

No matter how many achievements the Regent and himself have made on this planet, it cannot be considered a victory without destroying the plague factory.

If the plague is really created, the Regent, himself, and all the troops must run away as soon as possible.

If they run slowly, they will probably be wiped out in West.

As long as the big moth releases a tube of plague here, it can kill all life on the planet. Even if he and the Regent can survive, the elite troops under his command will be wiped out.

That is an unbearable loss.

Therefore, the risk of this war is particularly high.

But they can't just let it go and let the enemy get such a plague weapon that defies heaven.

That is equivalent to the super nuclear weapon in the previous life, which can overturn the table at any time.

Unfortunately, they have no time. If they really turn the planet over bit by bit, the daylily will be cold.

Suddenly, Ron received the latest analysis from the think tank of the Military Affairs Department. The document shows that the number of Nurgle troops arriving on this planet is many times more than what has been detected so far.

But a large number of Nurgle troops disappeared after arriving on the planet.

That means there must be hidden space on this planet.

The troops on the ground are just smokescreens, and the hidden spaces are the areas that the Nurgle army really wants to defend.

The plague factories are very likely hidden in those places.

Now, the military affairs department think tank has circled several specific areas based on the trajectory of the Nurgle army's landing or existence, as the focus of investigation.

"Hidden space?"

Ron read the document and hesitated: "What if the big moth predicts my prediction and deliberately sets up a hidden space to attract our firepower, but sets up the plague factory outside?

In this way, wouldn't we fall into the enemy's trick..."

As a leader, he often has to make crucial decisions at critical moments, and those decisions are related to countless lives.

And there is no way to escape.

There is no one above him anymore, and he is the final person in charge. He can only decide and take responsibility by himself.

Ron took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to make the final decision:

"Let's take a gamble!"

He ordered Lao Ba to send all the Tyranid reconnaissance troops to the areas marked by the think tank, and other troops to move to those areas.

So that they can participate in the battle at any time.

Fortunately, his decision was correct, and just two days later, the reconnaissance unit found the hiding space.

The networks formed by corrupted machines overlapped the planet with the realm of chaos, creating several special space areas.

The host of Nurgle stands guard within it.

Afterwards, with the cooperation of the Tyranid reconnaissance unit, the wizards quickly locked the location of the corrupt core and discovered the long-searched plague factory!

This exciting news came back quickly.

Bang——

Flames burst out.

Ron stepped out of the dilapidated church and summoned his army of chaos and aliens to participate in the upcoming war.

Not only himself, the regent also led his troops to the space where the plague factory was located, attacking from various directions at the same time.

After the Nurgle army was exposed in the Plague Factory, they also gathered there crazily. Support and obstruction occurred at the same time, and continuous artillery fire spread all over the planet's surface.

From time to time, you can still see the light bursting from the sacred ashes.

The war has reached its most anxious stage.

The flame demonic body floated in the air, and Ron looked down at his own army:

"Go, my warriors, destroy that plague factory and kill all lives that dare to stand in its way!"

The ground shook violently, and the dark mutated python burst out of the ground and roared loudly. The radiation released by the black stone interfered with the operation of nearby spiritual energy.

It swallowed more Nurgle demons and became a bit larger than before.

This is an important tool cultivated by the Dark Prince to destroy the Divine Plague.

If the plan goes well, they can even seize the gift from the Plague Lord and obtain the deadly plague weapon.

For Ron, the Plague of God was too dangerous.

It is safer to keep such a terrifying weapon in your own hands.

Of course, that was just extra planning, a try.

If that fails, throw a few large holy ashes bombs into the cauldron of Nurgle to destroy the plague venom...

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Hidden space.

Ku'gas' Plague Factory.

On the rotting black hill stands a large, twisted and decaying hospital.

Anything alive has died and turned into black goo, and strange mutants have taken over the original species.

The gnats' shriveled human faces hummed songs, and the caple fish, covered with tentacles, ran around on the ground.

Tens of thousands of smoldering flames burned in the humid air around the large hospital, and the hillsides were densely covered with demons.

You can also faintly hear the cheerful songs coming from inside.

"No singing!"

Kugas was very impatient and angrily scolded the Nurglings: "Hurry up and add the remaining ingredients, more dirty water, more blood clots, rot and germs!"

He thought sadly that the enemy had already discovered this place, and if he didn't hurry up, his efforts would be in vain.

In the center of the hospital, Nurgle's cauldron occupies the most eye-catching position. It is four to five meters high, and the mouth of the cauldron is large enough to drop a transport vehicle.

That's just physical volume.

In fact, this pot has been stuffed with as much plague material as the volume of a planet.

Thousands of years of Kor'gas' hoard, as well as the latest harvest of numerous Nurgle demons, had gone into the cauldron.

Nourished by the plague that overflowed from the pot, the First Beloved grew larger and larger, like a hill.

Pus ran in rivulets along the greasy flesh.

The Nurglings worked hard to blow up the wind, and the moist firewood burned out heat, causing more green bubbles to bubble out of the cauldron. Corruption energy gathered into the pot along the network built by the Death Lord.

Thick green smoke drifted over.

ah!

A Nurgling accidentally took a sip, immediately pinched his neck, and kept retreating.

The little thing's head swelled up and its face turned dark green, then it fell straight back and fell to the ground.

It was poisoned.

"Cough cough cough!"

Kugas carefully stirred the soup, coughed violently under the green smoke, and spit out rotten blood: "Ah, what a poisonous plague..."

He couldn't stand it anymore.

After three hours, the brewing of the divine plague will be over, and then only the blood of the original body needs to be added, and the plague that will make the galaxy scream and wail will come!

The divine plague corrodes the body and soul from the inside out, and nothing is immune.

It was not a temporary exiled death, but a complete end.

The essence of anyone poisoned will be corroded and decomposed, becoming a feast for soul bacteria, feeding the next generation of divine plague and spirit pox, thus becoming more dangerous.

However, this plague is so terrifying, even before it is completed, it is extremely poisonous.

He even seriously harmed his own body.

Kugas took a few steps back to avoid the deadly poisonous mist.

In order to continue his work, he had to take some protective measures to protect himself: "Quick, I need that protective suit!"

Soon, the buzzing giant flies brought out a huge, ugly costume.

It was a protective suit made of slimy human skin, inlaid and sewn together in a strange way, like a flat person.

The First Beloved, with the help of the Plague Bearers, donned a human-skin protective suit, with the hood swinging on his back.

He then put on his hood.

The soft human skin wrapped the demon's antlers and tied all the sinews.

At this moment, Kugas' fat body was wrapped in a human skin protective suit, his eyes were protected by lenses, his nose was covered by a long peck, and his mouth was filled with unpleasant herbs.

Those are necessary protections.

He cursed, moved the lens again, and said in a muffled voice: "This blurry glass blocks my view, annoying little things, be quiet!

The plague is almost over, if you keep making noise, it will affect the brewing!"

Finally, the order of this favorite was obeyed.

From the chattering mites, the noisy Nurglings to the grumpy plague carriers, they all quieted down.

Kugas did not return to the cauldron immediately, but tiptoed to a pile of rusty cabinets, which were his storage ingredient boxes.

He reached into the sticky cotton wool and fumbled, and finally took out two small bottles.

That was the blood of the two primarchs.

"Look, this is the last material, and it can be poured in three hours, thirty-three minutes and thirty-three seconds later."

Kugas carefully checked the blood in the bottle, then stuffed it into the cotton wool and patted it gently, as if he was afraid that the two bottles would grow legs and run away.

After that, he tiptoed back to the cauldron and squatted, huddling to fan the fire below.

He was afraid that his movements would be too big and affect the fermentation of the plague.

Now the assistants were hiding far away and could not get close, so he had to do everything by himself, and he was not confident in letting those rough guys do the final cooking.

In front of the cauldron, green smoke filled the air.

The cautious figure wrapped in protective clothing in the smoke looked a little funny.

"Cough cough cough."

Kugath coughed again and uttered a series of curses: "Stupid bastards, you didn't even tie my slippers tight!"

He had just fastened his protective clothing in a hurry when he heard the roar of artillery fire in the distance.

Those damn imperial troops began to attack!