Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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"What happened? Which region is the battlefield in?"Guilliman frowned, faintly confused.

He searched again, but still could not find Horus and the other fallen Primarchs. He could not even find any Greater Daemons of Chaos.

It was as if they had completely withdrawn from the region where Holy Terra had originally been.

Not only that, the communications he sent to Brother Eden and the others received no response either.

"Calgar, I need the latest battle situation. Tell me where the Imperium's core battlefield is, including the positions of the Savior and the other loyalist Primarchs."

After thinking for a moment, Guilliman sent an inquiry to the lieutenant of his own Legion.

However, after his message went out, all he received was a burst of static.

Their communication channel was still operating, and Calgar had received the message, but the other party seemed to have no time to respond to his gene-father.

???

Guilliman listened to the crackling static and fell silent.

It seemed everyone was busy. Everyone had their own strategic objective. Only he, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, had nothing to do.

Now even his own Ultramarines, his gene-sons, did not have time to respond to him. Where exactly were they fighting?

Could it be that after only a few decades, everyone had forgotten him? Were they starting a team fight without even bringing him along?

"Perhaps the news of my return has not yet reached the command department. That must be why I have not received the relevant intelligence reports."

Guilliman sighed softly and thought this to himself.

That was only natural.

He had spent too long in a region of temporal turbulence. The only one who knew of his return to the Imperium was Brother Eden.

He believed that before long, command would receive news of the Ultramarine Primarch's return, then contact him and report the latest situation.

"Besides... Brother Eden definitely would not forget me," Guilliman said, comforting himself slightly.

He stood where he was and waited patiently. A cold wind from the Immaterium blew across, carrying a biting chill.

This former battlefield region was now filled only with vast mechanical wreckage, corpses, and the never-ending cold wind.

Guilliman looked at the empty expanse before him and suddenly felt a strange sadness and emptiness.

He had returned from the Immaterium after traveling such a long way, rushing to reinforce Terra, only for Terra to be directly transferred somewhere else.

As for the new battlefield, he had no idea where it was.

In this war, it was as if he were an outsider.

Boom!

Suddenly, a burst of fire in the distance caught Guilliman's attention.

He turned his head and saw a faintly visible giant spherical shadow in an extremely distant region of space.

That shadow, located in deep space, almost blocked out the light of the sun and gave off a profound sense of threat.

More importantly, the fleets of the Sol System seemed to be gathering toward that region, whether they were large Chaos aerial units, Imperial fleets, or xenos fleets.

Those fleets erupted into fierce void battles along the way. Their cannon fire lit up the Sol System completely.

A new round of war had begun.

"That is likely the latest battlefield. Chaos and the Imperium are fighting over an unknown planetary fortress in deep space..."

Guilliman used his electronic eyepiece to observe the distant region of space and quickly came to a conclusion.

More importantly, in that region, he saw Horus's Vengeful Spirit and the other fallen Primarchs' Gloriana-class flagships.

Besides those, there was also the Dreamweaver of his Savior brother, the Lion's Invincible Reason, and more.

There was even his own Macragge's Honour.

"The final war has already broken out. My brothers are gathering to fight a decisive battle against Horus and those traitors."

Guilliman's tone was low, and he realized how grave the situation had become.

It seemed that after Holy Terra had been transferred, that planetary fortress had become the key to this campaign.

Whoever controlled it would determine the success or failure of this war.

After all, if a fortress like that remained in Chaos hands, it meant Horus and the other traitors could attack the Imperium at any time.

Even if those traitors could not attack Holy Terra, they could still destroy other core Imperial industrial zones, which would bring enormous losses to the Imperium.

"Machine-spirit, take me to the deep-space region beyond the sun immediately!"

After detecting the relevant coordinates, Guilliman quickly transmitted them to the warship's operating system.

Then he issued a new order to the Eternal Soul's artificial intelligence system.

That ancient abominable machine-spirit had already been fully subdued by the Machine-Goddess and no longer dared defy the Savior. As the Ultramarine Primarch, Guilliman also had the authority to operate this special warship.

Before Brother Savior had jumped into the warp storm of Chaos, he had handed command authority to him.

"Lord Guilliman, the vessel has locked onto the target region of space. We will arrive in that region in twenty minutes.

"Considering the chaotic warp energy in the relevant area, this journey may be somewhat turbulent..."

The Eternal Soul's ancient machine-spirit said this, then controlled the warship and entered a short-range jump.

This special vessel entered navigation extremely quickly. As for a Gellar field, there was none.

It relied entirely on tanking the damage.

A Gellar field was originally meant to protect humans, but after the ancient machine-spirit's crew had been burned to death by humans, it had voluntarily discarded its Gellar field.

By doing so, it gained faster startup speed and saved energy.

The Eternal Soul opened with zero windup, suddenly darting into the warp route and heading for the target deep-space region.

Guilliman only felt the ship shake violently. Then came intense turbulence.

It was the chaotic waves of warp energy battering the hull, and they were ferocious.

Fortunately, the alloy used to forge the ship had extremely strong adaptability. Otherwise, without a Gellar field, the energy would have torn it apart.

"Machine-spirit, I need more speed!"

Guilliman steadied himself and continued urging the Eternal Soul to accelerate so he could arrive at the destination faster.

There was no helping it. His brothers had all gathered to prepare for the decisive battle. He was the only one who had not arrived, and he had not even received a notification.

He did not want to miss this important battle.

Guilliman's gaze was resolute as he looked toward the chaotic region of space.

"Wait for me before you fight, brothers!"

While the Ultramarine Primarch hurried through the Immaterium, another region had already erupted into slaughter.

Waaagh!

The Ironteeth Ork Empire's Edork Mega-Fort floated in the void. The Edork statue atop it was outrageously intense, and its massive drill spun wildly.

It was several times larger than a Gloriana-class warship.

The Orks howled as they controlled the Edork Mega-Fort and accelerated toward the Rotting Void Whale. Ork Boyz aboard it scattered into the region like raindrops.

Not only that, even more Orks flew out of the mega-fort in boom-planes, launching suicidal attacks against the plague heavy cannons on the Rotting Void Whale.

They darted around in non-parabolic trajectories, dragging long trails of black smoke as they rushed straight toward those ship-grade cannons.

Then they took the cannons down with them.

"Grandfather..."

On the Rotting Void Whale, the plague smiths and daemons looked at the Edork Mega-Fort charging head-on at terrifying speed, and they were overcome with fear.

That fortress was too large, and its charge had no pattern whatsoever. If the Rotting Void Whale collided with it, the result would be catastrophic.

More importantly, the mountain-sized Edork statue on top of it looked far too much like the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium.

As it charged over, it placed no small amount of psychological pressure on these plague beings. It was as if a giant version of the Savior were chasing them down.

"Turn! Avoid that thing, damn Orks!"

The Death Guard captain looked at the Edork Mega-Fort drawing closer and cursed under his breath.

No matter when it happened, fighting Orks was always troublesome.

Those brainless bastards did not consider battle losses at all. Their way of fighting was completely suicidal.

For the Chaos alliance trying to reinforce New Dragonlin, this was extremely unpleasant. They had to preserve more forces to stop the Imperial fleet.

"Turn!"

A Greater Daemon of Chaos dragged its swollen body toward the head of the Rotting Void Whale, then swung its huge hammer and smashed it down hard on the stinking wooden stake driven deep into the flesh.

As the stinking stake was hammered down, the Rotting Void Whale let out more wails. Pus-filled blood flowed, and then, under the pain, it turned in another direction.

The plague beings stimulated the Rotting Void Whale into turning by striking the wooden stake and causing it pain, allowing it to avoid the frontal impact of the Edork Mega-Fort.

This was the technology of the plague domain. Most of its creations were handmade, using materials such as wood, burlap, and scrap wreckage.

They were incredibly crude.

But under the influence of plague authority, those materials could often be made into usable facilities.

For example, the manual steering system before them. Its main feature was simplicity and effectiveness.

The Rotting Void Whale roared, then suddenly whipped its tail and turned at extreme speed.

This caused some facilities on its back, along with a number of unlucky bastards, to be flung into space after the ropes binding them snapped.

Some were even flung into the Ork fortress, where they suffered a group beating from the Ork Boyz.

This turn was rather violent and caused significant losses. Fortunately, the Rotting Void Whale avoided the Ork fortress's impact, preventing both sides from suffering mutual destruction.

"Those idiots."

The Death Guard captain watched the Edork Mega-Fort brush past them. He could faintly see the slime in the Orks' mouths as they roared.

The distance between the two sides was very close.

A hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. At the Ork fortress's inertial velocity, after its failed collision, it would inevitably continue rushing forward for some distance.

In that case, given the Ork fortress's speed, it would no longer be able to catch up with the Rotting Void Whale.

It could only eat dust behind them.

This was the difference between intelligence and savagery. The Orks' mode of war was too crude. That was also why they had always failed in their wars against the Imperium.

"You rotten little grot with a bug-eaten backside."

The Death Guard captain locked eyes with the Ork warboss in the fortress command area, then made an extremely insulting gesture.

He hoped he could enrage the Ork warboss and make the other party jump over from the fortress to fight.

That way, he could use superior numbers to decapitate the enemy commander.

However, the Ork warboss seemed to see through the Death Guard captain's intentions.

He revealed a sly grin, then waved at this side and shook his head.

His meaning was obvious: I ain't gettin' tricked by you, and I ain't jumpin' over like an idiot.

"Brainless stinkin' tin can," the Ork warboss muttered, clearly looking down on that Death Guard captain.

He was a clever big lad who had come out of Edork Academy's Waaagh Class, cunning and sinister. How could he possibly be tricked by such a simple human provocation?

What kind of thick-skulled moron would be cursed at by the enemy a few times and then stupidly rush up for a duel?

The Ork warboss put on a pair of rimless glasses, as if studying a battle report, while muttering something to the grot beside him.

He looked rather educated.

???

The Death Guard captain stared at the receding Ork fortress and the Ork warboss. He felt a little numb.

Had he just been looked down upon by an Ork?

At that moment, the Rotting Void Whale successfully avoided the Edork Mega-Fort's collision and continued toward New Dragonlin's region.

The plague beings had successfully removed the danger and shaken off the Orks.

"Those Orks are not right..."

But when the Death Guard captain recalled what had just happened, unease faintly rose in his heart.

The Orks they were fighting this time felt completely different from the Orks they had faced before.

Perhaps he could not afford to be careless, or some accident might occur.

The Death Guard captain ordered the Rotting Void Whale to maintain its course, then used an observation scope to continue watching the gliding Ork fortress.

For now, nothing unexpected seemed to be happening. The facts were as he had predicted: because of its immense inertia, the fortress was opening distance from them.

Under these circumstances, it would be very difficult for the other party to turn around and catch up again.

"What is going on?!"

But in the next instant, the Death Guard captain's eyes widened.

In his field of view, the Ork fortress suddenly shed all its momentum and quietly hovered in the void.

That was almost impossible. It was as if every law of physics had stopped working.

Even plague beings like them had no way to ignore the rules of galactic reality. Even if Grandfather Nurgle said otherwise, it would not matter.

Yet the Orks had simply ignored the laws of physics and made their fortress hover directly in the void.

Then the fortress slowly turned around and chased after them at an even greater speed.

He could already hear the Orks roaring inside the fortress.

Even more terrifyingly, the giant spinning drill on the Edork statue atop the Ork fortress had locked onto them, spinning madly until sparks flew.

It was catching up, and its pressure was terrifying.

"No... that is absolutely impossible!"

The Death Guard captain's face was full of shock, and his voice had gone hoarse.

He immediately turned around and roared out orders. Because of his anger, poisonous gas spread from his mouth.

"Faster! Accelerate! I don't care what method you use. Shake off the Ork space fortress! Shake off that damned thing!"

It was not only the captain. The other plague beings also grew nervous, using enormous oars to madly accelerate the Rotting Void Whale.

"Move!"

Those mountain-of-flesh plague beings responsible for rowing used nearly every scrap of strength they had, rowing until they overheated with rage.

Everyone knew what would happen if that Ork fortress caught up to them. It would become an extremely terrifying space disaster.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. The Ork fortress rapidly caught up to the Rotting Void Whale, and its sky-piercing giant drill drove straight into the target.

That special ram crashed directly into the tail region of the Void Whale, while the spinning drill tore through all its flesh tissue.

Living wreckage sprayed everywhere.

The plague beings within the attack range were even more unlucky. Amid their wails, they were completely shredded by the spinning drill.

To beings in other regions, this scene looked astonishing.

The Edork colossus, which bore a strong resemblance to the Savior, had rammed hard into the Void Whale's rear trench in space.

It had even knocked over Grandfather Nurgle's divine statue of rotten wood.

"Savior above, what blasphemy..."

On a certain Imperial warship, a high-ranking priest witnessed this scene and instantly pulled a bitter, wrinkled face.

He wished he had never formed this memory. Perhaps he should go to a church and do penance.

Of course, this high-ranking priest firmly believed that the xenos colossus had nothing to do with the Savior. It was merely an ignorant blasphemous act by the Orks.

No matter what, the Imperium had to condemn such blasphemous conduct and distance itself from it completely.

At the same time, after the plague beings saw the Ork Edork colossus's massive drill crash into the Rotting Void Whale and destroy Grandfather Nurgle's great divine statue, they became abnormally furious.

This looked as though the xenos colossus had knocked Grandfather over. What blasphemy. What humiliation of divine majesty.

It was too insulting to Chaos.

The Orks' actions offended the Imperium while also thoroughly enraging the followers of the Lord of Plagues, drawing a large amount of firepower.

But this only made the Ironteeth Orks even more excited.

"Waaagh! Edork's brutal an' kunnin'!"

"Hiss. Isn't this ruining my image?

"Wait, no. That is Edork. What does that have to do with me, the dignified Savior?"

Eden looked at the distant scene with a disgusted expression, then swiftly distanced himself from it.

He turned and asked the Redemption Legion lieutenant beside him, "What is the situation? Have we pinned down Horus, that traitor?"

(End of Chapter)

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