Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

The Lord of Pleasure lay on the royal couch, savoring the pain and ecstasy, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

The pink mist spread further, making the demonic palace even more humid.

The power and authority of the Hope Primarch Savior filled Him with deeper desire and interest.

“No…”

On the platform below the steps of the royal couch, the Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim slumped weakly to the ground, closing his eyes in pain.

This Daemon Primarch, Slaaneshi Daemon Prince, had originally been summoned to serve the Lord of Pleasure and witness the failure of the Savior and the False Emperor.

However, he had been ruthlessly pushed aside by the Lord of Pleasure midway.

The culprit of all this was the Hope Primarch Savior.

How much did the Fallen Phoenix wish he were at the bottom of the abyss below the royal couch, rather than on this platform, suffering such humiliation.

It was a ruthless trampling of his self-esteem.

But the Daemon Prince also realized that he could never reach the heights of the Hope Primarch Savior.

That being always descended onto the battlefield and into the galaxy in the most dazzling way.

Making him extremely envious.

“Perhaps, only when that Savior dies can the Fallen Phoenix once again become a magnificent being that cannot be ignored in the galaxy…”

Fulgrim thought bitterly.

Now he only wanted to witness the Hope Primarch Savior and the False Emperor fall into the endless abyss under the attack of the Chaos Assassins!

Deep in the Fallen Phoenix's heart, there was a trace of fear that he was unwilling to mention.

That was, if the False Emperor really awakened and gained the ability to operate in the real universe, how would he face it all then?!

Suddenly, the Lord of Pleasure's extremely alluring body stopped trembling, with a faint hint of disappointment and reproach.

But also an even greater desire for the Savior's soul, His desire for the Savior even surpassed His malice towards the Emperor.

Especially after the Savior suddenly stopped everything.

Meanwhile, in the Black Throne area.

“Not good, the Lord of Pleasure is getting off on this!”

Ron suddenly stopped his frenzied beating, feeling a little numb.

Although his attacks had inflicted damage on the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin, they had also contributed some special power.

Making the Lord of Pleasure even more excited.

This was undoubtedly strengthening the power of that Chaos God in the real universe, a feeling of being taken advantage of after an unsuccessful attack.

Ron didn't waste time on the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin.

He urgently stopped and switched targets to intercept the Tzeentch-controlled Chaos Assassin, lest the other party successfully attack the Black Throne.

Under the blessing of "Orky Thinking," Ron ignored the sorcerous traps set by the Tzeentch Chaos Assassin.

And grabbed him.

“Big blue bird, I reckon you should get lost!”

Then, he exerted force and tore the Tzeentch Chaos Assassin's body apart.

Turbid pus and blood splattered.

But these corrosive bloods could not cause any damage to his explosive body.

This full-strength blow directly sent the Lord of Change out of the game.

Ron breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The Lord of Change's attacks were the most bizarre and deceptive, so it was necessary to kill him to cope with the next battle.

Now that he was fighting two against one, the odds of winning were even greater.

“Savi-or!”

The Khorne Chaos Assassin walked over with heavy steps, each step causing the ground to tremble, the contours of his muscles becoming more obvious, entwined with a thick blood mist.

He wanted to personally execute the Hope Primarch Savior.

Ron had just broken free from the thorny whip when he took a punch from the Khorne Chaos Assassin, filled with anger.

The power of that slaughter was so fierce that his internal organs were churning and rupturing on a large scale, and even fragments of his lungs were spat out.

However, he did not hesitate and returned a punch to the opponent.

Such injuries were almost like tickling to a Green-skinned Ork, a high-level Ork could have his head shattered, pick up another head and attach it to continue fighting as a powerful creature.

The power traits of the Green-skinned Ork were also taking effect in this body.

Although Ron counterattacked the Blood God, he was not happy at all, but instead became more and more heavy-hearted.

The battle inevitably fell into a difficult situation.

Because what he needed to do was not to defeat the Chaos Gods, but to guard the Black Throne.

Now that the Khorne Chaos Assassin had entangled him, this gave the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin an opportunity to attack!

The Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin did not continue to attack the Savior, but instead scattered a pink mist, and then his figure disappeared into it.

He used the cover of the mist to launch a surprise attack on the Black Throne.

That was a mist that could highly excite the organs, thereby obscuring any sight and perception.

The Lord of Pleasure was sure that the Savior could not detect the cloned avatar He controlled in such a mist, let alone stop it.

The other Imperial warriors were even more so.

The illusion cast by the Chaos God made them lose all vision and perception.

The malice of the Lord of Pleasure, hidden under the cover of the mist, quietly approached the Cursed One, the terrifying divine artifact dagger that could harm gods gleaming with a cold light.

One second.

In just one second, He would be able to stab the Cursed One.

“Cursed One, enjoy this ultimate torment and pain.

Your only hope will be shattered, and you will never be able to obtain the Eldar's Webway, just like ten thousand years ago, everything will be ruthlessly destroyed by us.

Perhaps, you should cry pitifully.”

Deep in the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin's consciousness, the Lord of Pleasure was extremely excited, His soft and petite tongue licking His lips.

A deadly threat arrived.

The Emperor's clone on the Black Throne remained indifferent, the soul energy of that being was fighting against the power of the throne.

Only able to passively accept everything, so powerless.

“Where the hell is that guy?!”

Seconds before.

Ron tried hard to get rid of the Khorne Chaos Assassin's obstruction, and also noticed the Lord of Pleasure's movements, becoming even more anxious.

Like the other Imperial warriors, he had lost his perception of the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin.

He couldn't even launch his ability to knock the other party's head.

Ron's thoughts flashed in an instant.

Before he could think of anything, he was subjected to a strong impact.

At this time, the Khorne Chaos Assassin seized the opportunity, pushing him hard into a mechanical defense line.

The two powerful bodies intertwined.

They overturned several heavy turrets at a speed that ordinary warriors could hardly distinguish, forming a huge explosion of fire, and the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought was affected, its limbs broken and falling to the ground.

These Ultramarines armaments were sent by Imperial Regent Guilliman to assist the Savior in attacking the Black Throne area occupied by the Supreme Overlord.

However, they were a little late, only catching up with the final defense of the Black Throne, which could be regarded as a characteristic of the Imperial Regent.

As long as they arrive before the champagne is opened, it is considered a victory.

Bang——

“There's no time!”

Ron brought his potential to the extreme, kicking away the Khorne Chaos Assassin who wanted to crush him.

The ominous premonition in his heart was very strong.

As if the Emperor was about to suffer harm, causing irreparable and terrifying injuries.

What to do?!

At this time, Ron saw the heavy Ultramarines dreadnought next to him, the other party trying to support its remaining limbs, struggling to stand up and continue fighting.

The Ultramarines veteran of ten thousand years in the heavy dreadnought made a difficult electronic sound: “Ultramarines… cannot fall, I can still fight…”

Appearing particularly heavy and solemn.

“There's a way…”

Ron looked at the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought, and his eyes lit up.

He did not value the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought's combat power or will, but rather the paint on the other party's body—blue.

As everyone knows, in the concept of the Greenskins, blue… is the luckiest!

The muscles on Ron's explosive body twitched, and he lifted the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought, and slammed it around.

Now he could only gamble.

“Imperial warrior, the Emperor's fate is entrusted to you!”

As he spoke, he used all his strength to smash the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought into the pink mist covering the Black Throne.

The terrifying power of the Hope Primarch Savior turned the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought into a powerful projectile made of ceramite and adamantium, with extremely terrifying destructive power.

If it hit the Black Throne, it was very likely to destroy it.

But this was the only way, and it was the only thing he could do.

The Ultramarines heavy dreadnought smashed into the mist at a speed similar to a small macrocannon.

The Imperial Aquila on his body reflected golden light under the illumination of the divine energy.

Shining brightly.

At this moment, the consciousness of the ten-thousand-year veteran in the Ultramarines heavy dreadnought became clear, seemingly aware of his mission.

The electronic roar he made echoed in the air:

“For… the Emperor!”

Before the words fell.

The blue Ultramarines heavy dreadnought luckily hit the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin who had raised his dagger to stab the Emperor's clone, directly creating a flight, and smashed into the defense line not far away.

？ ？ ？

The Lord of Pleasure fell into a daze, He was about to stab the Emperor's clone when suddenly his eyes darkened.

Then he was smashed into the defense line by an Imperial armor.

“Savior!”

The Lord of Pleasure reacted, increasingly resentful of that Hope Primarch, wanting to seize his soul.

Such failure, so close to success, was truly infuriating and traumatizing.

However, the next moment.

A dark shadow appeared before the eyes of the Pleasure Chaos Assassin, it was Imperial heavy armor.

Full of imposing momentum.

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"Heretical abomination... die!"

That heavily armored Dreadnought of the Ultramarines glowed with golden light, the roar of its engines growing fiercer, even the damaged parts now functioning smoothly.

Its remaining arm suddenly rose, slamming down on the Pleasure Chaos Assassin, then unleashing a melta ray.

This heavily armored Dreadnought of the Ultramarines, with its indomitable will, entangled the evil abomination before it.

At the same time.

Ron swept aside the super-heavy tank armor that was smashed over, the power of his whole body surging under the mobilization of the 'Ere We Go' power.

He suddenly threw a punch, colliding with the fist of the Khorne Chaos Assassin.

The shockwave from the collision sent rubble and dust flying, forming a small dust storm.

Ron stared at the Khorne Chaos Assassin, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

He even taunted:

"Now we can fight to the death without interference, do you dare to accept the challenge?!"

The anger in the eyes of the Chaos Assassin grew even stronger, and the Khorne lurking behind him held a hint of appreciation in his rage:

"Savior, I admire your courage.

You will receive the power of the God of War, fall as a warrior, and your soul will be mine."

Khorne generously accepted the challenge of the Hope Primarch Savior, preparing to destroy and conquer this powerful Primarch with a clone avatar.

Then take his soul into his service.

That would be His most abundant harvest in ten thousand years.

The Khorne realm, simultaneously possessing the Hope Primarch Savior and the Supreme Bloodthirster, would become incomparably powerful.

In terms of force, far surpassing the other Chaos Gods.

Thinking of this, Khorne's anger and fighting spirit became even more turbulent.

Making the clone avatar even more powerful.

Ron also consumed the last bit of 'Ere We Go' power stored in the Little Sun, maintaining his own power at its peak.

He and the Khorne Chaos Assassin stared at each other, the atmosphere becoming more solemn, the battle between the Primarch and the God's clone avatar was about to break out!

Just when the atmosphere reached its peak and the powers of both sides were about to explode.

Ron suddenly widened his eyes.

He seemed to see something incredible behind the Khorne Chaos Assassin, his emotions were extremely joyful, transmitting a psychic message:

"The... the Emperor, has stood up?!"

At this moment, the sacred energy on the Golden Throne also became increasingly intense, the Emperor's aura fluctuations were extremely real.

???

"The Cursed One has awakened?"

The Khorne controlling the Chaos Assassin instantly received the psychic message from the Hope Primarch Savior.

His pupils shrank sharply.

The threat of the Cursed One to them was too great.

If that guy recovered from the Golden Throne and launched a surprise attack on the clone avatar, that terrifying authority power might cause serious damage to their main bodies.

The apprehension and fear of the Cursed One caused Khorne's attention to unconsciously turn to the area of the throne.

However, as soon as the Khorne Chaos Assassin's attention shifted, he sensed something was wrong.

Because the Cursed One was still bound to the throne, without much change, before He could react, the back of the clone avatar's head suffered a heavy blow.

That was the classic trick of the Ork Warboss's 'Ere We Go' power.

When enemies can't see the Warboss, the back of their heads are easily struck hard, even if they lose focus.

The moment the Khorne Chaos Assassin's attention shifted, Ron ran to the back of the opponent at a sneaky and astonishing speed, and delivered a heavy crit to the back of his head.

"Sneak attack?!"

The Chaos Assassin controlled by Khorne was dizzy and turned around angrily.

He couldn't believe that the Hope Primarch Savior would do such a despicable and cunning thing.

However, after the clone avatar turned around, his face suffered a heavy hammer blow.

Immediately, everything went dark.

Ron seized the opportunity to knock the unprepared Khorne Chaos Assassin to the ground and launched a series of beatings.

Making it difficult to parry.

"Despicable Savior, you will pay the price!"

Khorne roared, extremely angry.

He finally controlled the Chaos Assassin to regain his sight, no longer allowing the Savior to have the opportunity to sneak attack.

However, before He could launch a counterattack, He suddenly discovered that there were many Imperial warriors around, rubbing their fists and eager to try.

"Take Him down!"

Ron, carrying a super-heavy tank armor similar to a bench, slammed it down, interrupting the Khorne Chaos Assassin's offensive.

Subsequently, the White Scars Primarch Khan, the Custodes Tribune, the Thunder Warrior Marshal Cate and other high-ranking warriors swarmed up.

They, together with the Savior, slashed, hammered, and kicked the Khorne Chaos Assassin and the clone avatar, which can be described as the most hearty and saturated beatdown in the galaxy.

"A battle without honor, a despicable, cunning sneak attack!"

In Khorne's angry roar, the crowd instead fought even more vigorously.

After all, there are not many opportunities to beat up a Khorne avatar.

Among them, Ron fought the most insidious, specializing in sneak attacks on weak areas, even sparing the chrysanthemum.

Perhaps the Hope Primarch Savior still has some combat honor, although not much.

But this is the Little Sun's dark side vest, the power of the Ork newborn god Warboss.

Warboss is cunning, fierce, and brutal, which is not just empty talk.

Khorne's clone avatar was sent away in endless anger and stifled humiliation, and the remaining Khorne consciousness also returned to the Chaos Warp.

Now, the clone avatars of the Lord of Change and Khorne have been destroyed, leaving only the clone avatar of the Lord of Pleasure.

It can be described as an excellent situation.

However, Ron felt a trace of ominous aura.

He looked at the Pleasure Chaos Assassin entangled by the heavily armored Dreadnought of the Ultramarines, and found that it was just a sorcery-formed phantom.

That Pleasure Assassin had already escaped the entanglement and disappeared.

"Bad, it's the Lord of Change..."

Ron's heart suddenly shrank, feeling extreme fear and threat.

That guy's consciousness had not yet returned to the Warp, but had merged into the body of the Pleasure clone avatar, making it simultaneously possess the powers of both sides.

Thereby creating a sorcery illusion to deceive everyone's senses.

Ron did not hesitate at all, running wildly in the direction of the Golden Throne.

He must arrive before the Chaos God clone avatar launches an attack, and guard the Emperor clone!

Buzz~

The air in front of the Golden Throne fluctuated, the figure of the Pleasure Chaos Assassin appeared, stabbing the Emperor clone with an artifact dagger.

At the critical moment, Ron pounced on the Pleasure Chaos Assassin.

But the next moment, his scalp tingled: "This is... a sorcery phantom, it's over!"

After the sorcery phantom shattered, the formed crystal chains temporarily bound his body.

Difficult to move.

Ron looked at the Emperor clone on the Golden Throne, a trace of despair in his heart.

Because the Chaos Gods will definitely not let go of this opportunity to attack, and they have no ability to stop it!

To his surprise, there were no attacks around the Golden Throne.

???

Before Ron could react, he sensed the deadly crisis that could plunder souls, was attacking him.

"Their real target is... me!"

Such a thought flashed through his mind.

The hatred of the Lord of Pleasure and the Lord of Change for him, the Hope Primarch Savior, had reached such a degree that they would temporarily abandon attacking the Emperor, and also seize his soul?!

Ron tried to resist.

He absolutely did not want to become a servant of the Lord of Pleasure, suffering endless humiliation.

However, there was no way to stop that attack.

He became even more desperate: "Perhaps, am I going to die?!"

The moment the attack landed, Ron suddenly showed a relieved smile.

Because his mission was completed...

Pfft—

In the dazzling light, the golden power claw pierced the chest of the Pleasure Chaos clone avatar, disintegrating that fatal attack.

Behind the golden power claw was the Emperor's majestic body.

That being wearing golden armor stood in front of the Golden Throne, his whole body filled with the ultimate sense of oppression, and his eyes burst out with psychic lightning.

His Imperial Majesty... stood up from the toilet!

However, Ron looked at the Emperor who stood up from the Golden Throne, before he could be happy, his heart suddenly sank.

Because he felt a trace of strangeness.

Was that really the Emperor, and not some kind of divine life?!

The Emperor's golden power claw suddenly clenched, destroying the Chaos God's clone avatar, while saying the first sentence after waking up.

His voice was sacred and majestic, echoing in this area: "I am not a god—but the proof of your eventual annihilation!!!"

Hearing this, Ron showed an excited smile, it was the Emperor, no doubt!