Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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On the surface of the Moon.

The high temperatures and dust clouds created by the plasma blasts had already dissipated.

Magnus's massive daemon-form loomed over the crowd from above.

"Roboute, did you really think your miserable fate would change?"

A hint of contempt curled at the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing more than a minor unexpected twist that I foresaw long ago. An attack of that sort can't affect my plan…"

Besides, he had already pinned down the location of that so-called "Daemon-Eater."

Once this grand feast was over, he would deal with that arrogant fool at his leisure.

Everything was within his grasp!

Buzz—

Following a brief tremor, the Thousand Sons' elite sorcerers resumed the ritual. The Tizca Pyramid began operating once more.

The Webway barrier was again on the verge of collapse.

"Concentrate all fire!"

Acting without hesitation, Guilliman issued his order.

Nearly all the Imperium's massive war machines ignored the enemies right beside them, pouring every ounce of firepower onto the Pyramid.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Golden aircraft swooped past like a flock of eagles, dropping large quantities of powerful bombs on the Pyramid.

Titans, Dreadnoughts, heavy tanks, and gunships all spat out curtains of devastating fire.

Yet these ground vehicles could only leave pockmarks and cracks on the outer shell of the Tizca Pyramid, unable to inflict lasting damage.

Their bombardment was merely a diversion. A more fearsome blow came from the "General Cannon" brought in by the Mechanicus' Hundred-Machines Cohort.

Because of its sheer weight, it could move only on treads, inching slowly forward.

However, sacrificing mobility had granted it immense destructive power.

The heavy gun it carried was of battleship caliber, more than enough to crush fortified walls—or even blast apart entire mountains.

Stripped of the Pyramid's sorcerous veil, that General Cannon posed a genuine threat to the Tizca Pyramid!

The moment it appeared, it drew everyone's attention.

The surviving Thousand Sons also realized what a colossal threat it was and immediately launched an attack on it.

Scarab Terminators and Thousand Sons charged forward in a blood-soaked offensive, racing to close in on the General Cannon.

Meanwhile, the Church-Guard formed a defensive line at all costs, determined not to let the enemy get near the Cannon.

"O, Omnissiah, with our most devout hearts we pray for Your blessing. Grant us the power to delight the Machine-Spirits…"

With a chorus of binharic hymns, the Hundred-Machines Cohort maneuvered the General Cannon and aimed its muzzle at the core of the Pyramid, beginning the energy buildup.

Such a colossal charge caused tremors to ripple through the surrounding ground.

Just as it was about to fire, sorcerers riding their flying discs swooped in a frenzy.

They used their own flesh and souls as catalysts, conjuring a dreadful warp-laced beam. That Warp-blast tore through the shield and slammed viciously into the General Cannon.

Boom—

A towering cloud of dust, hundreds of meters high, erupted in an instant. The colossal shell crossed dozens of kilometers in a heartbeat and hammered into the Tizca Pyramid.

The round's immense kinetic force penetrated the Pyramid's outer shell, plunging inside and creating a massive breach nearly five hundred meters wide.

When the shell exploded, it only destroyed one side of the Pyramid's structure.

They had missed!

But there was no chance for a second shot.

From the moment it appeared on the battlefield, the giant General Cannon was a sitting target—doomed to rely on one decisive strike with no opportunity to reload.

Rumble.

Under the Thousand Sons' assault, the General Cannon soon collapsed.

In front of the Tizca Pyramid:

Magnus abruptly thrust out his Phantoria Staff, impaling a Sister of Silence. He then spun and parried a blow from his brother.

Suddenly, he looked skyward.

Dozens of melta torpedoes had slipped past the low-orbit Thousand Sons fleet from the Glory of Macragge. Stealthily entering the atmosphere, they now hurtled toward the Pyramid.

None of the Thousand Sons, save for the Crimson King himself, sensed what was coming!

Yet Magnus showed no sign of panic.

"Roboute, this is your real plan? It's a pity such a trick was already foreseen."

"In my presence, you're like an ignorant child. Your pitiful schemes aren't even worth mentioning…"

With a flap of his daemonic wings, he withdrew.

Then, using the ritual circle prepared on the Pyramid, he constructed a new defensive shield in midair.

A vortex of murky warp energy manifested high above, swallowing all the melta torpedoes into the Warp.

Such is the terrifying might of the Sorcerer-King of the Galaxy. As long as he could foresee it, he had ample ways to respond!

Witnessing this, Guilliman's heart sank. There was no time left for another round of attacks.

Roar—

A sudden, terrifying howl resounded, accompanied by an uncontainable surge of Chaos.

Within the Warp, hordes upon hordes of daemons shrieked with excitement, their ravenous roars all but becoming tangible.

This was the final moment. The Webway barrier was about to break!

By now, every tactic of the Imperium had failed. No one could stop this Daemon Primarch's plan of destruction.

A pervasive sense of despair began to grow among the Imperial troops.

Some prayed in silence for the Emperor's salvation; others looked hopefully for that mysterious entity to strike once more.

But nothing happened.

Boom—

A crimson figure darted across the sky.

Magnus launched a sudden assault, sending Guilliman tumbling. He then stomped down hard on the Ultramarines Primarch's chest.

Shattered ribs cracked audibly, and blood gushed from Guilliman's mouth.

"I told you—all your struggles are futile. In ten seconds, you will witness the destruction of Holy Terra with your very own eyes!"

Drunk on arrogance, the Crimson King was practically celebrating. The feast he had painstakingly prepared was nearly complete.

All the factors of fate were under his control.

An inexpressible sorrow flickered in Guilliman's eyes. "No, my brother… I beg you, stop this madness…"

He even lowered his voice in entreaty, if only to spare the Father's Imperium from ruin and keep humanity from sinking into an endless abyss.

"You already know this feast won't stop."

"I will descend upon the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, flanked by hordes of daemons, to see the dry bones of that false Emperor upon His throne!

I did nothing wrong, yet I was scolded and spurned by Him—you so-called 'brothers' are no different.

Everything is the fault of that pretender.

He even ordered Vulkan to kill me—one son murdering another. How merciless and cold-blooded.

He's the one who pushed me into the arms of Chaos…

Since that false Emperor claims I've doomed His Imperium, then let Him witness how the Empire is utterly destroyed at my hands!"

"Magnus, you're vain and blinded by arrogance. You fell willingly into damnation—you must wake up!"

Guilliman roared, a tremor of emotion in his voice.

Ten thousand years ago, father and sons had torn each other apart; that memory still pained him deeply. Now it was happening again.

"Heh… Vulkan said the same thing to me. And I burned him to ash, ground his skull to powder!"

Magnus recalled the ancient day when he slew the Primarch closest to him, Vulkan.

For an instant, guilt flickered in his single eye—only to vanish again.

In the end, the Crimson King felt no fault in himself. It was all the false Emperor's doing.

Magnus refused to lose. He could not lose.

In his mind, he was the greatest and most powerful of all Primarchs!

"You've lost, Roboute. Whimpering like a child before me… how laughable."

With the Webway barrier now trembling beyond its limits, Magnus sensed the feast was beginning.

"Watch, my dear brother—the feast has begun, and the daemons shall crown me!"

Magnus foresaw that his destiny was about to reach its brightest pinnacle.

His feats would shake the cosmos.

No one could dare belittle the being who destroyed the Imperium with his own hands—not even the gods of Chaos.

They would bow to the Crimson King!

Zzzz—

Warp energy broke through into reality, forming a horrifying vortex in midair.

Beneath the swirling tempest, Magnus planted his foot on Guilliman's chest, basking in it all like an uncrowned king.

I… am unstoppable!

But the crucial moment, with fate about to be fulfilled, was disrupted.

Suddenly, Magnus sensed a ripple of destiny beyond his vision. He jerked his head skyward.

A beam of light was streaking from distant space—the second Nova Cannon shell from the Fantasy!

Indeed, it was the Daemon-Eater's interference that Magnus couldn't precisely foresee.

Recognizing that brilliant light and crushing force, the same thought flashed through Magnus's mind:

That fool—using the same attack again?

Did he really think the same tactic would work on the Sorcerer-King a second time?

This time, Magnus could easily stop it!

He stomped Guilliman deeper into the rock, using the rebound force to leap skyward.

He needed to conjure a vortex shield to divert that shell into the Warp, keeping the Pyramid safe.

But the instant Magnus sprang up, he felt a sudden drag.

Something was yanking on him!

He glanced down to see Guilliman clutching his leg. In a flash, fury contorted the Crimson King's features. "Roboute—let go!"

"You know I won't."

Rage flared in Guilliman's eyes. Muscles corded beneath his armor as he yanked Magnus downward with all his might.

Magnus nearly lost his balance and tumbled to the ground.

"Let go!" the daemon Primarch bellowed, thrashing his wings in a surge of gale-force wind.

He lifted off with Guilliman still clinging to him, both of them wrestling in midair.

This time, however, Guilliman had the upper hand.

He pummeled the Crimson King's repulsive face with thunderous blows, sending fangs and foul blood flying.

"Your arrogance dragged you into the abyss. Don't think I'm not your match!"

Guilliman sneered, landing another punch.

Moments ago, he had only feigned weakness.

Just prior, his visor had received a message from afar: "Old G, the big gun's about to fire—keep that arrogant bastard busy!"

So he played along with that mysterious ally, luring his haughty brother into letting his guard down.

Now their objective was achieved.

"Roboute!"

"Magnus!"

The two Primarchs bellowed, smashing into several hulks of wreckage in their furious aerial struggle.

Their savage exchange reverted to the most primal form of combat: raw fists driven by fury.

Each punch cracked like thunder, shockwaves rippling the air around them.

Bang!!!

Guilliman and Magnus landed simultaneous blows to one another's faces. The recoil sent them hurtling in opposite directions.

They crashed heavily to the ground in twin impacts.

All of it—from start to finish—took only a few seconds.

Magnus was the first to haul himself out of the crater.

Scorching daemon blood poured onto the earth, and from the bloody mire sprouted strange mushrooms within moments.

He shook his dazed head. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the plasma glow in the sky.

Magnus snapped into focus.

He immediately took flight, trying to conjure his vortex shield. Dark warp energies began to twist reality once more—

Boom!

Shrapnel tore into him, interrupting the ritual.

That barrage came from the Hand of Dominion. Guilliman had climbed out of his own crater and fired at the critical moment.

"No!!!"

Magnus watched helplessly as the glowing plasma shell streaked past him. The friction-heat in the air scorched his daemon wings, turning them black.

The next second—

The plasma round slammed into the Tizca Pyramid. A wave of fire burst upward, flames surging in all directions.

A split-second hush followed, during which Magnus saw the blaze form a fiery sun.

Aaaaargh!!!

Then came the despairing wails of tens of thousands of elite sorcerers as their bodies were instantly incinerated.

Boom—

A mushroom cloud billowed high. The sonic boom hammered everyone's eardrums, followed by a fierce shockwave.

Nearly everyone nearby was buffeted by the blast, rings of dust rippling across the moon's surface.

Guilliman rammed the Emperor's Sword into the ground, bracing himself against the shockwave and the billowing debris.

Behind him, more warriors were hurled away by the shockwave.

Rustle, rustle.

When the flames finally receded, under the crimson sky a rain of ash mixed with metal fragments began to fall.

Guilliman took a moment to look upon the scene before him, feeling a wave of relief—and no small measure of awe at that mysterious power.

He… has saved Holy Terra!

Meanwhile, everywhere else on the battlefield, Imperial warriors rose from the dust to a sight that took their breath away.

Before them lay the Tizca Pyramid, melted into a shapeless ruin.

Beyond it, an unfathomably deep ravine rent the lunar surface, exposing floating debris far in the distance.

From the cockpits of golden aircraft hovering above, the pilots' vantage was even clearer—they could see that one section of the Moon had been blown apart.

What terrifying power!

Certainly, the Imperium had ways to destroy planets—cyclonic torpedoes, for instance. But those typically ignited free oxygen across a planet's surface or triggered cataclysmic tectonic eruptions, turning worlds into vacuum or rubble.

On the ground, such a strike usually only created a half-kilometer whirlpool of destruction.

But this mysterious plasma warhead had shattered a chunk of the Moon's crust through its own explosive might alone.

How horrifying!

"Glory to the Emperor—we have prevailed!" After the shock of it all, someone finally realized: they had won.

Cheers erupted among the Imperial warriors. They had protected Holy Terra!

Roar—

Suddenly, the rubble heaved, and a broken, charred daemon body with ruined wings emerged.

"Curse it… CURSE IT!"

Magnus surveyed the wreckage: his flagship was gone, the Thousand Sons decimated. Most importantly, his meticulously prepared feast had been ruined.

The plan had failed…

He sensed Guilliman's gaze and was consumed by shame that burned like acid.

No—he would never accept failure! Never!

For the arrogant Crimson King, showing weakness and defeat before everyone was worse than death.

A seething hatred sprang up in Magnus's heart.

That hatred was not for Guilliman, but for the real culprit behind his plan's collapse.

"Daemon-Eater!!!"

His furious howl rattled half the Moon. All could hear that name.

"The Daemon-Eater… so he was responsible for that attack?"

Guilliman felt a fresh surge of amazement at this unknown figure—an estimation that rose higher still. He had to find that mysterious individual!

He immediately ordered the fleet to seek any trace of the Daemon-Eater and attempt contact.

"Mister Daemon-Eater…"

Saint Celestine, her silver hair drifting in the wind, softly murmured that name, lost in her own thoughts.

All around, the warriors of the Imperium whispered that awe-inspiring name. Many had heard of him back on Macragge.

Now, having saved Holy Terra itself, his deed commanded even greater respect among the troops.

No wonder daemons feared him!

Aaaah!!!

Without warning, a piercing shriek of malevolent Warp energy spread across the battlefield.

"You can't escape me, Daemon-Eater…"

Magnus was utterly consumed with rage.

He descended upon the Pyramid's remains, driving the Phantoria Staff into his own body.

Warp-blood gushed as the Crimson King unleashed a sorcery of immense cost yet even more terrifying effect.

The lines of the Sisters of Silence had been crushed by the shockwave. There was no one to stop him now!

Alongside the ritual's activation, the ground lit up with complicated runic circles.

All across the battlefield, the wailing souls of the Thousand Sons—both sorcerers and warriors—were dragged into Magnus's body.

Their spiritual essence and Warp power flooded into him.

It happened in a flash, impossible to halt.

Yet he was not aiming this power at the Imperial army. He wanted only the Daemon-Eater.

"I have not lost!"

So Magnus raged inside.

Even if his plan to tear open the Webway was undone, at least he had the Daemon-Eater pinned down in realspace—and that was a prize worth taking.

This was the being who had inflicted such grievous losses on the Warp's daemons.

Now, the Crimson King would harness enormous sorcerous power to reel that shadowy foe into the light.

Then he would corrupt him completely, toying with him at his whim!

A thousand cruel tortures flashed through Magnus's mind—torments of the soul so horrific that even a Primarch would recoil.

Soon, the Daemon-Eater would kneel, howling in anguish before him, proving to all just how fearsome the Crimson King could be!

Amid these ghastly screams, a dark sphere took shape—thousands of warped faces swirling in its depths.

Magnus poured most of his own soul into that sphere. He would invade the Daemon-Eater's essence in person and break him.

Boom—

The sphere of souls plunged into the void, homing in on the target it had locked.

...

At the edge of the battlefield…

Space twisted, a Warp portal opened, and the Dreamweaver slipped inside.

On the bridge:

"Ugh… Are they gonna make me pay for damages?" Eden stared at the surveillance feed of Terra's moon, now missing a sizable chunk. He was feeling a bit guilty.

That was the second moon he'd blown up. Rounding up, you might call him a "Moon-Killer."

At least the strategic goal was met. The great savior had succeeded in demolishing the Pyramid and thwarting the traitor Primarch's evil scheme!

Still, it had been a close call.

Those top-tier powers in realspace were too difficult to handle. If Guilliman hadn't helped, the Nova Cannon might never have worked.

And Eden couldn't help that creeping sense of "inadequate firepower."

If only he had ten or eight Nova Cannons… firing from every angle.

Let's see Magnus try to stop that!

"Faster—speed it up! Hurry outta here!"

Watching the Warp corridor looming closer by the second, Eden urgently prodded his tech-adept officer.

He wanted to flee as fast as possible.

A great savior and unsung hero of the Imperium should be modest—sneakily fire the cannons, then vanish without a trace.

Otherwise, if Magnus or "Big Bro Guilliman" cornered him, how would he handle that?

Besides, he had a nagging sense of danger.

Whoosh—

The Dreamweaver vanished into the Warp portal in an instant, disappearing from that region of space.

A moment later, several Imperial warships emerged from Warp transit—but found nothing at all.

Somewhere in open space…

Dropping back out of the Warp, the Fantasy slowed to a halt.

...

In the Savior's Sanctuary:

"Finally safe…"

Eden collapsed onto a recliner, guzzling down an iced soda. "We've gone so far we're practically out of the Solar Segmentum. There's no way they can still track me, right?"

He had barely finished speaking when a sudden, indescribable sense of danger flooded his subconscious—the aura of the Crimson King.

He'd been caught!

Getting attacked from this distance—unbelievable!

Before Eden could react, a huge mass of swirling darkness erupted from the void.

It slammed right into his face.

Then he felt that presence burrow into his very soul.

Following the trail of a small shard of soul in his clone body, it found its way to Eden's true essence.

Invading the depths of his mind!

Clang—

The soda can fell to the floor.

Panic flashed in Eden's eyes. "This is bad. I'm about to be exposed!"

At the same time, he realized that Magnus was corroding his spiritual core—trying to seize control of his mind!

If Magnus succeeded, Eden's deepest secrets would be laid bare, and he himself would become a slave of Chaos!

In that dire moment, the great savior made the right choice. Controlling the little sun in his soul, he opened his mind—calling for reinforcements!

Deep within Eden's soul…

A phantom plaza, the place of faith.

Here was the manifested core of Eden's spiritual consciousness, lined with godlike statues formed by faith and emotion.

Suspended above the plaza was a small golden sun, radiating gentle light.

Suddenly, a swirling darkness took shape.

A pair of crimson hooves stepped onto the scene.

Magnus flared his daemonic wings, gaze brimming with hate as he surveyed his surroundings. "I've got you now, Daemon-Eater!"

Eden, in his Daemon-Eater persona, appeared before the Fallen Primarch.

He spoke lazily, showing not a hint of fear. "Yo, Little Ma—what's up? You looking for me?"

Magnus blinked in surprise at the Daemon-Eater's calm demeanor.

But his expression quickly twisted with vicious glee, warp energy corroding everything in its path. "Kneel. Receive this gift, and become my slave!"

The Crimson King tensed, ready to pounce on this insolent wretch and corrupt him utterly.

Yet in the very next second, his single eye went wide in disbelief. His words came out broken and halting:

"T-The… F-False… Emperor? Impossible…"

Along with a burst of radiant light, a towering figure clad in golden armor materialized behind the Daemon-Eater…

(End of Chapter)

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