Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1602 - 905: [Part 2]

Chapter 1602: Chapter 905: [Part 2]

“What are you doing!” The Battle Group Leader swung his sword to slice through the attacking pink fear demon, the servo system of his power armor shrieking under overload. Gu Jing’s spiritual energy shield blew three Nagor followers into pus, shouting fiercely, “Can’t you see the golden matrix of the static field is collapsing?”

As if confirming his words, the entire Divine Successor Hall suddenly plunged into eerie silence. Rippling waves appeared on the surface of the static field, and the fatal wound on Robert Kiliman’s chest oozed liquid gold light. The psionic scriptures in Terriot’s hands abruptly flipped to a forbidden Chapter, the Emperor’s aphorisms on the pages began to burn.

“This is… the Emperor’s will!” The Intelligence Director’s spiritual energy flame in his pupils suddenly surged. He swung his magic wand, pinning the Slaanesh lust demon attempting to ambush to the mural, depicting the Primarch battling Motarian on the Kaos Star.

Meifenier suddenly let out a painful scream, silver-blue blood unique to the Spirit Race gushing from her seven orifices. Sparks erupted from her palm where it touched the static field, while Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles seized the moment to insert data needles into the energy matrix core. “Logic lock broken,” the mechanical voice of the Great Sage mixed with Martian binary hymn, “Initiating life support protocol.”

Suddenly, three Terror Demons broke through the outer defenses, burning giant axes cleaving through the ceramic steel armor of two Black Cross Army members. Rosemond the Sword Saint’s black power sword severed the spines of two of them, but the third hurled the axe blade, burning with Blood God Rune, towards the static field.

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

Awakened by the sacrifice of the Interstellar Warrior, countless tactical data streams suddenly emerged inside the static field. Kao’er’s mechanical eye frantically rotated: “Makulage’s Glory battle records… Five hundred world defense protocol… By the Emperor, the Primarch’s brain is synchronizing with millennia of war data!”

Meifenier took the opportunity to press the Spirit Bone Talisman onto the console, causing intense reaction with Aida’s Net Channel energy and human technology. The murals across the hall suddenly came to life, with the Emperor’s statue wielding a burning Holy Sword projecting corporeal gold light, vaporizing the Nagor spiritual army into subspace dust.

“Stop them!” The roar of the Chaos Warlord came from the largest fissure, as a black legion champion clad in Terminator Armor suddenly leapt out. Estella’s Holy Blood short knife collided with its power claw, sparking fiercely, but the wings behind the Living Saint were scorched by the corruptive energy.

Grey Knight Grand Master Changding’s Vengeful Goddess spear pierced through the chest of the Chaos champion, yet the opponent sneered: “The Prince of Joy greets you!” The blessed flesh of Slaanesh suddenly exploded, and six Keepers emerged from the pink toxic mist, their serpentine tails entwining the energy conduits of the static field.

“Tell your master,” Kiliman swung his sword to sever the root of the fissure, his voice unnervingly calm, “the Empire knows not what it means to surrender.”

At the moment the Steel Ring Fleet in orbit received the command, the tail flames of the Colossal Cannon’s salvo illuminated half the Star Sector. As the firelight of the Extinction Order engulfed the Divine Successor Hall, Meifenier’s Spirit Bone Rune at her fingertips suddenly burst forth with emerald light, and the data interface on Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles was cracking the encryption protocol of the static field at a rate of a million times per second. Nero’s blast bomb gun nozzle still had leftover Plague Fly slime, yet he saw the skirt of the Spirit Race Divine Envoy had already skimmed past the console under the Emperor’s statue.

“What are you doing!” The Battle Group Leader swung his sword to slice through the attacking pink fear demon, the servo system of his power armor shrieking under overload. Gu Jing’s spiritual energy shield blew three Nagor followers into pus, shouting fiercely, “Can’t you see the golden matrix of the static field is collapsing?”

As if confirming his words, the entire Divine Successor Hall suddenly plunged into eerie silence. Rippling waves appeared on the surface of the static field, and the fatal wound on Robert Kiliman’s chest oozed liquid gold light. The psionic scriptures in Terriot’s hands abruptly flipped to a forbidden Chapter, the Emperor’s aphorisms on the pages began to burn.

“This is… the Emperor’s will!” The Intelligence Director’s spiritual energy flame in his pupils suddenly surged. He swung his magic wand, pinning the Slaanesh lust demon attempting to ambush to the mural, depicting the Primarch battling Motarian on the Kaos Star.

Meifenier suddenly let out a painful scream, silver-blue blood unique to the Spirit Race gushing from her seven orifices. Sparks erupted from her palm where it touched the static field, while Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles seized the moment to insert data needles into the energy matrix core. “Logic lock broken,” the mechanical voice of the Great Sage mixed with Martian binary hymn, “Initiating life support protocol.”

Suddenly, three bloodletting demons of Terror burst through the outer defenses, their burning giant axes cleaving through the ceramic steel armor of two Black Cross Army members. Sword Saint Rosemond’s black power sword severed the spines of two of them, while the third hurled an axe blade burning with Blood God runes towards the static field.

“No!!!” Nero’s body erupted with the primordial power of Genetic Seeds, as his fine gold battle armor melted in the subspace energy. He turned his back to block the lethal strike. The Battle Group Leader’s blood spattered on the surface of the static field, resonating in a quake-like tremor with Robert’s pallid face.

As if awakened by the sacrifice of the Interstellar Warrior, the static field suddenly surged with countless tactical data streams. Kao’er’s mechanical eyes whirred frantically: “Battle records of the Glory of Makulage… defense protocols of five hundred worlds… The Emperor above, the primarch’s brain is synchronizing millennia of war data!”

Meifenier seized the moment to press the Spirit Bone Talisman onto the console, causing the energy of the Aida Net Channel to violently react with Human Empire technology. The murals throughout the hall suddenly came to life, with the relief sculpture of The Emperor wielding a burning Holy Sword projecting a substantial gold light, vaporizing the approaching Nagor spiritual army into subspace dust.

“Block them!” The Chaos Warlord’s roar echoed from the largest fissure, as the champion of the Black Legion clad in Terminator Armor leapt forth. Estella’s short dagger of Holy Blood collided with his Power Claw, bursting in glaring sparks, while the wings behind the Living Saint were scorched by corrupt energy.

The Grey Knights’ Grand Master Changding thrust the Vengeful Goddess spear through the Chaos champion’s chest, only to see the opponent grin wickedly: “The Prince of Joy sends his regards!” The Slaanesh blessed flesh suddenly exploded, and from the pink toxic haze emerged six Keepers of Secrets, their serpent tails entwining the energy conduits of the static field.

“There’s little time left!” Kao’er’s mechanical tentacles suddenly popped out a plasma cutter, “Terriot, guide the Emperor’s Light!” The Intelligence Director plunged the Psionic Staff into the ground, with The Emperor’s maxims transforming into substantial chains binding the Keepers of Secrets. Meifenier seized the opportunity to chant the Aida Resurrection Hymn, her hair turning to ash in the subspace howling wind.

With a sound like shattering glass, the static field abruptly released a torrent of time flows that had been stagnant for millennia. Robert Kiliman’s eyelashes quivered slightly, and the wound on his chest healed visibly. The hilt of The Emperor’s Sword flew automatically into his empty grasp, illuminating the entire battlefield without having been unsheathed.

“Toy of the False Emperor!” The Divine Sovereign Demon Nagor, Grot, squeezed its swollen body through the fissure, its ninefold voice cords shaking loose the debris from the dome of the hall. “The gift of the Merciful Father will…” its corrupted Holy Words were abruptly cut short—somehow, the primarch’s left hand had penetrated its corrupted core, with liquid gold light gushing from between his fingers.

The moment Robert opened his eyes, all Interstellar Warriors’ Genetic Seeds simultaneously resonated. His voice, still hoarse from millennia of slumber, froze the most frenzied Terror Demons in their tracks: “Tactical Protocol Alpha-Omega, execute the Extinction Order.”

Nero struggled to lift his head, his blood-stained mask reflecting the mighty figure of the Father of Genetics. The primarch gazed down at the dying Battle Group Leader, and the purification flames of The Emperor’s Sword suddenly engulfed Nero’s broken body. “Your loyalty will be inscribed in the sacred texts,” Kiliman’s words transformed into substantial runes branded in the Battle Group Leader’s soul. “Now, witness humanity rekindling the starfire.”

As the Holy Sword burning with blue flames was fully unsheathed, the atmosphere of the Super Sea Star began to ionize. Meifenier, aghast, realized that the subspace fissures that were once impossible to close were now twisting and contracting under the glow of The Emperor’s Sword. Gu Jing’s psionic spear suddenly flew towards the largest fissure, transforming into a golden chain to entrap the escaping Chaos Warlord.

“Tell your master,” Kiliman severed the root of the fissure with his sword, his voice unnervingly calm, “The Empire never knew what it meant to yield.”

At the instant the Steel Ring Fleet in orbit received the command, the tail flames of Colossal Cannon’s volleys illuminated half of the Star Sector. When the fire of the Extinction Order engulfed the Divine Successor Hall, people saw the silhouette of the primarch standing before The Emperor’s relief sculpture—that was precisely the poise of the Human Empire’s prime centuries ago.

People saw the silhouette of the primarch standing before The Emperor’s relief sculpture—that was precisely the poise of the Human Empire’s prime centuries ago.