Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Deep underground.

The huge mouth of the dark mutant python crushed and swallowed the rock formations, and it moved quickly through it, while the residue was stuck to both sides, creating a long passage.

Ron controlled the digging python and said with emotion: "If this thing is used for engineering, it will be much more convenient and cheaper than machinery..."

The Tyranids' python units can dig holes into almost any land to form troop transport channels, allowing the Tyranid swarms to maneuver in a concealed state and then launch an attack.

However, due to the influence of farming genes, he did not think of military use at the first time, but used it for construction and development.

Such Tyron units are extremely easy to use and cheap whether they are used for demolition or foundation building.

You don't even need to take care of the food, you can eat whatever you are given, and you can also deal with the production waste, saving the time of cleaning up.

Perhaps, a group of Tyranid worker units can be cultivated in the future.

Now that he already has chicken thieves and cleaners and a green-skinned security and maintenance team under his command, it won't be a big problem if he adds a group of Tyranids.

Aliens also have their uses. The war must be fought well, but development and construction must not be left behind.

There are millions of planets in the galaxy, and construction in many places requires them.

Ron thought and headed in the planned direction.

This was not just a physical movement, he could feel the mutated python moving through the corrupt network with the assistance of Blackstone Technology.

Blackstone technology was simply born for the subspace, and the Webway is one of the products of this technology that has been developed to its extreme.

Now, the corrupted network has anchored Vester and connected the space regions of Ultramar, and may erupt in some form at any time.

Let the Warp consume Ultramar.

To put it simply, it is to create a small Eye of Terror and move this area to the Garden of Nurgle.

As for what the conditions are, they belong to the category of metaphysics and should be related to some kind of definition or concept.

But there is no doubt that Divine Plague is the most important chain among them. As long as this chain is destroyed, the outbreak of subspace can be prevented.

Suddenly, Ron stopped.

The guards at this defensive line are still there. If you rush through rashly, the demons of Nurgle may notice it.

Triggering Plague Factory Preparations.

Fortunately, the Fear Legion quickly reached this area, and he took the opportunity to control the Digging Python to cross the defense line.

Soon after, he arrived underground at the Plague Factory.

Even through the rock formations, Ron could feel the terrifying poison. The energy of the poisonous mist even spread to the ground, killing all life in it, including the tiniest bacteria.

Not even other similar plague viruses can survive.

From this point of view, the exclusivity of that thing was extremely terrifying, and it was also harmful to the soul, making his spiritual consciousness somewhat uncomfortable.

"By the way, the Divine Plague has not been completed yet, right?"

Ron hesitated.

If that horrible thing had come to the world, I would have hit the muzzle of the gun if I rushed forward.

At that time, I am afraid that I will be poisoned and dragged into the Garden of Nurgle, and then wait miserably for the Emperor to throw a resurrection coin for me. Whether I can be resurrected is still unknown.

After all, he is a parallel Primarch, and his relationship with the subspace and the Emperor is still a bit weak.

Ron was convinced and decided to lurk and check the situation before the enemy's plan was ruined and he was involved.

…

Inside the Plague Factory.

The cauldron of Nurgle boils viciously, the poisonous energy evaporating into the air impacting the souls around it.

Kugas covered the long beak on the human skin mask, fearing that he would inhale too much poisonous mist.

He was proud of his ability to brew the plague poison.

This plague work can kill the original body, and use the original body's soul essence to hatch a large amount of plague pox and corrupt energy.

They will follow the corruption network to more planets, causing the entire Ultramar to rot!

Trillions of humans will rot in pain at the hands of Nurgle's first favorite, Kor'gas, and even their souls will be broken down into pure corrupting evil energy.

What a wonderful feat that is?

More importantly, I will dedicate the most perfect plague to Nurgle’s loving father to make up for the debt of swallowing his father’s plague works.

"Perhaps, I can be happy and become happy like other people of my kind."

When Kugas thought of this, his usually gloomy face also had a smile.

He felt the emotion of joy.

However, the smiling face of the first favorite soon faded and became wrinkled.

Those disgusting invaders launched an attack on the plague factory, and their roaring voices could even be heard.

"Keep those lunatics out, my Plague Guards!"

Kugas shouted, but he was less confident about it.

His demon lieutenants, such as Septicemia and Bad Throat, have all been transferred to build a defense line nearby. If these intruders can get close, it means that they have been expelled or killed.

This is really bad news.

And he had no time to summon new troops from the garden.

He sent out the Plague Guard and said, "I need twenty-three minutes, understand? I need that much time to complete all of this!"

Under the orders of the First Beloved, the corrupted giant flies, Nurglings, and plague carriers from the plague factory all rushed out.

They will stop the invading enemy with their lives.

Near the Plague Factory.

Cannon fire roared, and the special flames ejected from the Chaos Centurion's armor created a sea of ​​fire, burning the Nurgle daemons within.

"Praise Diavolo, hurry up and gather here."

The leader of the Terror Legion spoke with excitement: "There is a big guy here, let's destroy it together!"

He seemed to see the scene where he paid off the blood point loan and then became free and easy. He might have the blood points to exchange for a higher-level hell flying dragon.

The commander thought for a while and decided to borrow more money and go directly to the highest-configuration demon engine, which could launch multiple beams of molten hell flying dragons.

When the time comes, go out to fight and see who dares to compete with you for the spoils of war.

Moreover, he can also get more favors from Diavolo and more mutated limbs!

Not only the leader, other fear warriors are also excited:

"Now that it's developed, how many blood points is it worth?"

"It's very dangerous here. My psychic sense keeps warning me. It must be valuable!"

"Ugh, everyone, please pay attention. There is plague poison in the nearby area. My internal organs were vomited out..."

A fear warrior accidentally inhaled the weak poisonous gas emanating from the surrounding area, and immediately vomited black blood mixed with visceral fragments.

"This is probably the core plague factory. It is indeed highly poisonous..."

Another fear warrior put on a black stone breathing mask and said with concern: "If you can't hold on, retreat quickly to avoid dying here."

In fact, he wanted to have one less person to share the spoils with.

The fearful warrior who was accidentally poisoned swallowed the black blood again: "Whoever says I can't hold on, whoever prevents me from getting Diavolo's favor, I will kill anyone!"

I can't even pay my blood point loan yet, so I'm counting on this wave of loot to keep me alive and make me rich.

No one can stop him now!

While vomiting blood, the fearful warrior chopped down the attacking Nurgle demon, showing an unstoppable and courageous attitude as he fought.

The posture of such a mad dog makes the surrounding Nurgle demons feel a little afraid.

Of course, this is also influenced by Diavolo's fearful power.

The Dread Warriors did not approach recklessly, but used long-range missiles such as infernal incendiary bombs and shock bombs to bombard them, burning or blowing away the poisonous mist as much as possible.

Afterwards, they attacked the Plague Factory.

Even with the obstruction of the plague mist, many bombs still landed on the rotting walls of the plague factory.

"That's not enough, I don't have enough time!"

Kugas blocked the falling debris with his body and used rotten wood to reinforce the cauldron's support structure.

He stared at the cauldron, worried: "If I go out, the plague soup may burn, but what about the attacks from outside?"

Those invaders who were not afraid of death killed their own plague guards and almost came in.

Who knows if they might do something even crazier? !

If they were to overturn the cauldron of the artifact given to them by Nurgle's kind father and let the poisonous plague leak out, they would suffer serious injuries that would be difficult to heal.

It may even lead to death.

"Maybe it's time to add this precious blood to avoid failure."

Kugas gently pinched two tubes filled with blood, raised his hand and poured them down.

He wanted to add the blood of the original body in advance and complete the production of Divine Plague. The time was a little earlier, but it was still a multiple of three.

This may affect the efficacy of the medicine a little, and the divine plague will still come, and it is extremely poisonous.

The glass tube containing the blood of the original body of hope tilted, and the viscous blood flowed out. When it came into contact with the dense poisonous mist, a violent reaction occurred.

But at the critical moment, he still hesitated and put away the sticky blood again.

Kugas shook his head and muttered: "There's not enough time, right? Without the right time, it's not perfect. I need a perfect plague!"

It's all the fault of those intruders whose intestines be damned!

"I should stop those madmen, kill them, and let them be tortured by the plague..."

Kugas took a careful look at the soup that was beginning to condense in the cauldron. The mountain-like body turned and walked toward the outside of the plague factory, full of anger.

He had to deal with the enemies at the door as quickly as possible, then come back and pour the Primarch's blood in at the right time.

Dong dong dong——

The putrid body hurried out along the passage, its antlers scratching the plaster of the high roof.

His withered sword dragged behind him, scratching the plastic steel ground. The surrounding area became more humid, with warts and dead grass growing.

"I am Ku'gas, First Beloved, Most Favored of Nurgle."

Kugas' huge body appeared outside the Plague Factory, overlooking the fear warriors below: "You madmen have offended me, you all deserve to die!"

In an instant, the demonic power shook.

The sword of the plague swung at the first fear warrior, destroying the ferocious armor and turning it into thousands of rotten fragments. The human body inside turned into black and smelly oil.

However, this failed to deter the fearful warriors, and instead received a burst of cheers.

"Great, it's Kugas, the real big guy..."

"Diavolo, call more people over quickly, we can't let him escape!"

"Surround, surround him!"

A fear warrior screamed and slid over, stabbing the power sword into the belly of the Great Demon Nurgle.

Kugas felt a sting and subconsciously slapped the opponent away. It was difficult to understand for a moment.

What is going on with these lunatics, and why don't they have any fear?

But what he didn't know was that fear was reserved for the enemy. The Dread Warrior never feared the enemy, nor did he fear death.

The only worry is that there will be no loot.

Even if Nurgle's loving father shows his health bar, they dare to go up and scrape him.

Bang!

There was an explosion in Kugas's lower abdomen, and the melt exploded a large piece of intestines, which was stuffed in by the sliding shovel fear warrior.

This made him even more angry:

"Damn it, I'm not a weak plague carrier, I'm a plague master, and attacks like this are not enough to hurt me.

You are asking for your own death..."

Before the first favorite could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Three times the blood points, three times the favor!"

The sliding tackle fear warrior had half his shoulder broken, but he still cheered.

The attack just now earned him a lot of favor from Diavolo, and he continued to support his life.

He raised his gun with one hand and fired, but this time he was more cautious and did not impulsively slide over again.

"Three times the loot?"

This made the fear warriors even crazier and poured out almost all their firepower.

Such an amazing reward is worth saving your life for.

Obviously, this was arranged by Ron hiding underground. To deal with such a powerful enemy, more rewards would naturally be given.

He hoped that these fear warriors could hold back Kugas.

Flame missiles, melt rays, and explosive bombs fired wildly, continuously causing damage to the Great Demon of Nurgle.

Kugas slashed in anger, turning more fear warriors into rotting pieces of flesh, but no one flinched. Instead, more fear warriors heard the sound and came over.

Start a group!

Unknowingly, this first favorite was further away from the plague factory.

He chopped the centurion armor into pieces, flicked his tongue like a frog, and wrapped around and pulled down a hell flying dragon, turning it into a wreckage with dislocated limbs and exposed machinery.

However, the encirclement established by the Dread Legion became increasingly tight.

They have too much experience working together to destroy powerful enemies rather than charging blindly unless they can't help it.

The fear warriors rushed madly to join this dangerous battle, and no one could resist such a generous reward.

They praised the great Diavolo and used all their firepower.

The mutations on some high-level commanders deepened, their hideous bones grew, and the burning demonic flames became more intense.

This is the gift of God's favor. The more fearless a fearful warrior is, the more damage he will cause.

The more you will receive the unparalleled blessing.

The most powerful warrior of the Dread Legion is even on the verge of becoming a demon. Unfortunately, Diavolo, the Dark Side of the Little Sun, is unable to support the existence of a few demons.

He is still far behind the Chaos Evil God and the Emperor, and needs more faith and evil energy.

"Go away, all go away..."

Kugas became increasingly angry. Although these crazy guys couldn't kill him, the damage they caused was real.

What's more, he has to protect the Plague Factory.

"No, my divine plague!"

Suddenly, a bell rang inside the plague factory, and Kugas thought of something.

My perfect work has reached the final stage!

He turned around and swept away the blocking Dread Warriors, running towards the cauldron of Nurgle.

He must rush back and complete the final steps.

However, Kugas had not yet taken a few steps.

His knee was severely hit by the hell flying dragon controlled by the fear warrior commander, and he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

It was like the meat mountain hit the ground, shaking violently.

But he quickly got up.

At this moment, the First Beloved couldn't care about anything. He hoped to return to the plague factory as soon as possible and sprinkle the blood of the Primarch into the pot.

That is the key to the great work of a loving father!

Kugas swatted the Hell Wyvern down.

He used all his strength to release the corrupting evil energy, and a large number of strains quickly grew around him, entangling the fear warriors who were chasing after him.

Afterwards, he rushed all the way back to the lobby of the Plague Factory.

The First Beloved was so excited that he stopped the intruder and rushed back before the plague soup boiled down.

This is perfect timing.

"Praise the loving father..."

Kugas muttered, with a smile on his face again: "When the Divine Plague is produced, I will kill all the madmen of the Dread Legion and the Dark Prince."

However, the moment he took out the blood of the original body, he felt that something was cut off from him.

He realized something, raised his head in panic, and the smile froze on his face: "Loving father, where is my pot?!"

The hall was empty, leaving only a huge hole.

Now, no existence can respond to him. The poisonous mist poisoned the weak maggots and Nurglings, and the rest of the Plague Guards died outside.

"Did it fall into the ground?"

Kugas swallowed, and with a glimmer of hope, he walked closer to check the condition of the pothole.

Unfortunately, there was nothing inside. The dark pit seemed to swallow up everything. The pungent smell of Tyranid bugs and traces of anti-psionic energy could be faintly smelled.

He realized a fact:

The artifact cauldron given to him by Nurgle's loving father was stolen, and the other party cut off the artifact from the corrupt network and himself.

Kugas looked at the deep and complicated pit passage, but could not feel any trace of the artifact cauldron, and could not trace it.

That damn thief was already gone.

The long-lasting expectations of his loving father, the extremely precious artifact, and his own achievements of thousands of years were all destroyed.

He had no way to offer up the trillions of suffering human souls.

"No, my pot, my plague, the rotten-hearted thief who deserves to be cursed!"

Kugas felt weak for a while and fell to the ground with a plop, making the plague factory shake.

After that, the first favorite seemed to have lost all passion.

He was wrapped in deeper guilt and depression: "I failed and failed to live up to my loving father's favor..."

"Kugas, the bell of corruption is ringing, the divine plague I need..."

The phantom of Death Lord Mortalion appears, and he can be found on a battlefield through the phantom.

As usual, the imperial regent was knocked down during the duel and was struggling to break free and get up.

Now the Death Lord needs to obtain the long-awaited Divine Plague, kill the Imperial Regent once and for all, and draw him into the Gardens of Nurgle.

Use it as nourishment to corrupt the entire Ultramar.

However, before Lord Death could finish his words, he received a reply.

"The Divine Plague was stolen, as well as the loving father's cauldron..."

Kugas's voice was inexplicably deep and sad, without any vitality: "The thief has the ability to counter subspace, and I can't find any trace of it.

There is no way to even find it. "

"What?!"

Hearing this, the Death Lord's pupils trembled, exuding a trace of fear.

——

Passages deep underground.

"Damn it, damn it, I'm making a lot of money this time..."

Ron drove the somewhat languid mutated python and ran away happily.

The weak poisonous mist of plague continues to leak out from the body of the python and along the gaps in the black stone scales, contaminating the surrounding soil.

The loot obtained from this sneak attack on the plague factory far exceeded my expectations!