Warhammer: From Planetary Governor - #185 - Chapter 185 Skull Altar and Kabanha

Ron stayed in Matila for several months in a state of consciousness.

He roughly understood the current situation of the planet.

As the capital of the sector, this planet is under the reign of terror of the sector governor, the tyrant Haris.

The people here suffered a lot, even the nobles.

No one is safe.

Because the tyrant’s killing may come at any time.

Today, the tyrant’s methods of rule are becoming more and more cruel.

Under extreme oppression, more and more rebels rose up to resist.

But it was soon met with more brutal suppression.

Even with the secret support of the nobles, they still did not have strong enough force to fight against the tyrant.

It was believed that the tyrant had gone mad and that sooner or later the planet would be destroyed under his rule.

The prophecy that the tyrant will die on the throne is spread around the planet.

Everyone wants the tyrant to die, but there is nothing they can do.

It is always a small number of people who resist, and more people are afraid.

Their hearts have long been conquered by the fear imposed by the tyrant, and they have lost the courage to resist.

Ron could understand this.

After all, without external force, the people of this planet are absolutely no match for the tyrant who holds the power of Khorne’s Chaos.

So, he was ready to give people hope and free them from their fear.

Fran’s existence is particularly important, he can serve as a symbol.

This saint, after receiving the gift of the Savior, was able to defeat the mighty warriors of the tyrant!

This story needs to get out.

Let it be known that the tyrant is not invincible, nor are the warriors of Khorne invincible.

The Savior and his Saints were able to defeat the Tyrant and his warriors of Khorne.

That was the hope Ron gave them.

Once people have hope in their hearts, they will have the courage to unite and resist.

After Ron’s consciousness returned to the planet Erth, he sent the obtained information to the Ministry of Interior, the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the State Church.

Let them jointly come up with an infiltration plan targeting all classes in Matila.

Once the plan came out, he distributed it among the nearly eight hundred saints in Matila.

What they have to do is to infiltrate all levels and collect information on Matila’s defense situation.

Spread the story of the Savior and Saint Fran, and unite all forces that can.

They want to tell people another prophecy——

Eight years later, the savior will come to this planet. He will stab the tyrant to death on the throne and save everyone.

At the same time, Ron also issued another order to the eight hundred saints.

That is to allow the rebels to exercise restraint as much as possible and hide in order to accumulate strength.

Avoid excessive casualties.

Those who dare to resist the tyrant need to wait patiently for the moment the savior arrives, and then attack together.

Soon, those saints followed the guidance given by the Savior and infiltrated all strata of Matila to hide.

quietly.

…

In the human laboratory under the royal court of Matila, another more terrifying storm is quietly taking shape.

Thousands of candidate experimental subjects were thrown into the vast duel field in the human laboratory.

These people were dressed in rags and had only a rusty iron rod in their hands.

They have to duel and kill everyone around them.

When the horn blows, the huge mechanical timing device in mid-air starts the countdown.

According to the rules of the duel field, only one hundred living people can be left in the field before the countdown ends.

Otherwise they will be executed en masse.

In order to survive, people had to pick up iron bars and start attacking those around them.

The sound of broken bones resounded, and blood and brains splattered.

Clang——

“Please, spare me!”

The thin man dropped the iron rod tremblingly, knelt down and begged his opponent for forgiveness.

But the next second, his head was smashed by another person.

In the duel arena, cowardice means death.

People’s bestiality is completely aroused.

There is no mercy here, only cruel killing.

Only those who survive can undergo further cruel chaos transformation surgery.

Above the stands, the black-robed mechanic listened carefully to the roars and screams of the people, as if he was enjoying some beautiful music.

He was very satisfied with everything and praised the assistants around him:

“This batch of candidate experimental subjects is good. Future candidate experimental subjects will be based on this standard…”

“Master Sacrifice…”

“Um?”

Just as the assistant was about to explain something, he saw the black-robed mechanic’s violent eyes.

He immediately suppressed what he wanted to say and nodded in agreement.

After the black-robed mechanic left, cold sweat broke out on the assistant’s head. He was worried about how to solve the problem of the experimental subject candidate.

He had been searching hard for this batch of young men for a long time, and they were already the best candidate candidates he could find.

He originally wanted to take credit for this, but unexpectedly it became a standard for his future work.

This is troublesome.

This stringent standard will become his talisman.

If he fails to meet the standard, the priest will definitely throw him into the duel field and let him die!

Thinking of this, the assistant’s expression turned sinister.

He thought for a while and sent a communication to the head of the planetary defense force.

The assistant told the person in charge that the priest had a new order.

The Planetary Defense Force must regularly provide a group of outstanding warriors to the laboratory to participate in the bloodthirsty warrior transformation program of His Majesty the Great Marius IX.

If you dare to delay and disobey, you will be sent to the execution platform and beheaded!

Soon, the person in charge agreed to the order with a trembling voice, and he didn’t even dare to check.

Because His Majesty’s will must be absolutely implemented.

With His Majesty’s suspicious character, any lack of cooperation, even just hesitation, may lead to death.

For the person in charge and his assistants, it doesn’t matter whether they have orders or not. What matters is saving their own lives. Anyway, it’s not you who dies.

…

The elevator falls.

The black-robed mechanic came to the secret area underground through the secret door.

In sight, there is a huge pool of blood. At the end of the blood pool is a huge altar made of piled skulls.

With the operation of the machinery, the corpses on the duel field continued to fall into the blood pool.

The black-robed mechanic looked at the altar with enthusiasm in his eyes.

This is his truly great work.

Once enough killing energy is collected, the altar can be activated to summon the most powerful demon.

By then, this ugly planet will be completely cleansed!

The black-robed mechanic walked along the skeleton path in the center of the blood pool and walked to the skull altar.

The several-meter-high skull altar made him look so small.

The black-robed mechanic knelt down under the skull altar and began a routine prayer.

He recited the name of the terrible demon he found in ancient books…

——

The realm of Khorne.

Atop the barren, lava-filled wasteland of Bloodfields stands a brass fortress.

This is the center of the Dark Kingdom of Khorne.

The great walls were splattered with blood, and the spikes of the tower’s domes pierced the dark clouds that spewed from the forge.

The blazing brazier under the terrifying iron hook illuminated the surrounding wasteland.

Inside one of the palaces of the Brass Fortress.

The demon’s shrill wail came out.

The huge figure tore the screaming demon apart, and the hot red blood spilled out.

The remaining demon warriors lowered their heads and did not dare to react excessively.

Their master, the supreme bloodthirsty demon, the angel’s scourge Ka’banha is angry again…