Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1601 - 905

Chapter 1601: Chapter 905

The spirit bone rune on Meifenier’s fingertip suddenly exploded with emerald light, while the data interface on Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles was cracking the encryption protocol of the static field at a frequency of a million times per second. The muzzle of Nero’s blast bomb gun still had the mucus of the Plague Fly, yet he saw the hem of the Spirit Race Divine Envoy’s skirt had already swept past the control console under the Emperor’s relief.

“What are you doing!” The Battle Group Leader swung his sword to chop down the charging pink-feared demon, the servo system of the Power Armor emitted an overloaded screech. Gu Jing’s spiritual energy shield blew three Nagor followers into pus, shouting harshly: “Can’t you see the golden matrix of the static field is breaking down?”

As if confirming his words, the entire Divine Successor Hall suddenly fell into eerie silence. Ripple-like waves appeared on the surface of the static field, and the fatal wound on Robert Kiliman’s chest seeped liquid gold light. The spiritual scripture in Terriot’s hand suddenly flipped to the forbidden Chapter, and the Emperor’s adage on the pages began to burn.

“This is… the Emperor’s will!” The Intelligence Director’s pupils flared up with spiritual energy flame suddenly. He brandished the magic wand to pin the Slaanesh lust demon attempting a sneak attack onto the mural, depicting the Primarch in the battle against Motarian on Kaos Star.

Meifenier suddenly let out a painful shriek, silver-blue blood unique to the Spirit Race gushed from her seven orifices. Sparks burst from her hand where it touched the static field, yet Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles took the opportunity to insert data spikes into the energy matrix core. “Logic lock unlocked,” the mechanical voice of the Great Sage mixed in with Mars binary hymn, “Activate life support protocol.”

Suddenly, three Terror Demons broke through the outer defense, the Burning Giant Axe split open the ceramic steel armor of two Black Cross Army members. Rosemond the Sword Saint’s black power sword severed the spine of two of them, the third one tossed the axe blade burning with Blood God Rune towards the static field.

“No!!!” Nero’s body erupted with the primal power of the genetic seeds, the fine gold battle armor melted in subspace energy in an instant, he used his back to block the fatal blow. The blood of the Battle Group Leader splattered on the surface of the static field, resonating with Robert’s pale face.

As if awakened by the sacrifice of the Interstellar Warriors, infinite streams of tactical data suddenly emerged inside the static field. Kao’er’s mechanical eye spun crazily: “Makulage’s Lament battle records… Five hundred worlds defense protocol… The Emperor above, the Primarch’s brain is synchronizing with millennia of war data!”

Meifenier took the chance to press the Spirit Bone Talisman on the control console, the energy of the Aida Net Channel reacted violently with human technology. The murals of the entire hall suddenly came alive, the relief of the Emperor holding the Burning Holy Sword projected solid gold light, vaporizing the Nagor spirit army trying to approach into subspace dust.

“Stop them!” The roar of the Chaos Warlord echoed from the largest crack, the champion of the black legion clad in Terminator Armor leapt out fiercely. Estella’s short blade of Holy Blood clashed with the power claw, bursting with glaring sparks, yet the wings behind the Living Saint were burned by corrupt energy into charred remnants.

The Vengeful Goddess spear of Grey Knights Grand Master Changding pierced through the chest of the Chaos champion, yet he grinned: “The Prince of Joy sends his regards!” The body blessed by Slaanesh suddenly exploded, and from the pink toxic fog emerged six Secret Keepers, their serpentine tails wrapped around the energy conduits of the static field.

“Not much time left!” Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles suddenly extended plasma cutters, “Terriot, guide the Emperor’s light!” The Intelligence Director inserted the Psionic Staff into the ground, the Emperor’s adage transformed into solid chains binding the Secret Keepers. Meifenier seized the moment to chant the Aida Resurrection Hymn, her hair all turned to ashes in the subspace fierce wind.

The static field suddenly emitted a glass-like shattering sound, the stagnant torrent of time poured down with a roar. Robert Kiliman’s eyelashes quivered slightly, the wound on his chest mended at a speed visible to the naked eye. The hilt of the Emperor’s Sword flew automatically into his hollow grip, its unsheathed glow illuminating the entire battlefield.

“Playthings of the false Emperor!” Nagor Divine Sovereign Demon Groth squeezed out its swollen body from the crack, the nine-fold vocal cords shook loose the fragments of the hall ceiling, “The gift of the merciful Father shall…” Its corrupted holy words cut off abruptly—the Primarch’s left hand had somehow penetrated its corrupted core, and liquid gold light was spurting out from between the fingers.

As Robert opened his eyes, all Interstellar Warriors’ genetic seeds resonated simultaneously. His voice was hoarse from millennia of sleep, yet it froze the most berserk Terror Demons on the spot: “Tactical protocol Alpha-Omega, execute extinction order.”

Nero struggled to lift his head, the stained faceplate reflected the majestic figure of the Father of Genetics. The Primarch lowered his head to look at the dying Battle Group Leader, the purifying fire of the Emperor’s Sword suddenly enveloped Nero’s shattered body. “Your loyalty will be etched in the holy canon,” Kiliman’s words were transformed into solid runes branded deep in the Battle Group Leader’s soul, “Now, witness humanity reignite the starfire.”

When the Holy Sword burning with blue flames was fully unsheathed, the atmosphere of the entire Super Sea Star began to ionize. Meifenier astonishingly discovered that the subspace fissures which were initially impossible to close were twisting and contracting under the light of the Emperor’s Sword. Gu Jing’s spiritual energy spear suddenly flew towards the largest fissure, transforming into golden chains binding the Chaos Warlord attempting to flee.

“Tell your master,” Kiliman waved the sword to sever the root of the rift, his voice was so calm it made one shiver, “The Empire never knows what it is to yield.”

The moment the Steel Ring Fleet in orbit received the order, the tail flames of the Colossal Cannon salvo illuminated half a Star Sector. When the firelight of the extinction order engulfed the Divine Successor Hall, people saw the silhouette of the Primarch standing before the relief of the Emperor—that was precisely the stance of the Human Empire at its peak a millennia ago.