Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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Roar—

Harris was entangled by a dark golden figure.

It was Carter!

Seizing the enemy, Carter cranked his jump pack to its maximum power.

A fierce burst of flame erupted, generating immense thrust.

This force threw Harris off balance, sending both of them crashing into the sculpted ceiling.

The ancient stone carvings, unable to withstand the sudden impact, began to collapse.

Massive chunks of stone plummeted around them, crashing to the ground.

"You didn't expect this, heretic! I'm back!"

Carter drew his combat blade and plunged it into Harris's demonic wings.

Then, he pulled out his bolt pistol and fired several high-intensity tranquilizer rounds directly into the wound.

He knew he couldn't inflict serious damage on this demon.

So he targeted its weak spots, trying to slow it down as much as possible.

But in the next moment, Carter was grabbed.

"Annoying rat!"

Harris, already severely wounded from the previous battle, was in a weakened state.

Now, a mere insignificant insect dared to harm him.

He was furious.

"You're courting death!"

Harris seized Carter and slammed him repeatedly.

The brutal blows nearly shattered Carter's power armor.

Through the destroyed half of his helmet, blood trickled from his mouth.

Yet his expression remained resolute.

Boom!

Trembling, he lifted his bolt pistol and fired another shot straight at the demon's face.

"Go to hell!"

Harris was utterly enraged. Just as he was about to finish Carter off—

He sensed something.

Beep—

He swiftly looked at the side of his demon wings.

There, stuck to the membrane, was a large anti-armor grenade—specially designed for Space Marines.

Damn it!

Under normal circumstances, he would never have let such an explosive get so close.

Boom!!!

The grenade exploded. The shockwave forced Harris to let go.

Carter plummeted toward the ground.

Eden, waiting below, caught him mid-air with psychic energy and immediately injected a medical stimulant.

Carter's unarmored areas were embedded with countless fragments of the anti-armor shrapnel.

A severe injury—possibly fatal.

Yet, after receiving treatment, Carter gritted his teeth and stood up, as if ready to continue fighting.

This guy really was the toughest warrior under his command.

Eden looked at Carter and couldn't help but admire him.

He patted Carter's shoulder, signaling for him to stay back and recover.

"You did well. Leave the rest to me..."

If this madman kept going, he'd be eating dirt before long.

Eden lifted his gaze toward the towering sculptures, hundreds of meters high.

By now, the smoke and dust from the explosion had cleared.

Harris's right wing drooped limply, its membrane shredded by the shrapnel, resembling a tattered cloth.

Yet his demonic flesh was regenerating at a visible speed.

Harris noticed Eden's gaze. A flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

At that moment, only one thought filled his mind—escape this planet!

Get as far away from that terrifying man as possible!

Harris inhaled sharply, then spewed a stream of hellfire at the ground.

Ignoring his injuries, he forcefully spread his wings and launched into the sky.

Eden sidestepped the hellfire attack and watched Harris crash through the stained-glass dome, soaring into the open air.

For the sake of mobility and aesthetics, Eden did not wear a jump pack with flight capabilities.

But that didn't mean he couldn't fly.

To chase Harris down, he gritted his teeth and burned through millions of faith points.

A golden pillar of light burst outward.

Holy radiance emanated from his entire being.

A golden flaming crown materialized above his head, and a pair of angelic wings, wreathed in divine fire, unfurled behind him.

Like a god descending upon the battlefield!

This time, it wasn't an illusion—it was real, tangible divine power.

Eden bent his legs slightly and leaped.

Boom—

The ground quaked, and with a golden blaze, he tore through the glass dome, soaring into the sky.

Floating in midair, Eden scanned for Harris.

Below, the battle still raged.

The Storm Legion had been fully deployed on the ground.

Dozens of mechanized brigades launched assaults on key enemy positions.

With long-range artillery support, armored divisions surged forward like an iron tide, securing vital locations within the hive city.

Above, anti-air fire had dwindled. Thousands of warplanes weaved through the air, bombing enemy fortifications in support of ground forces.

"It's the Savior! The Savior has descended!"

Many resistance fighters, upon witnessing Eden's angelic form, were reinvigorated, rallying for an all-out charge against the enemy.

Eden quickly used his psychic senses to locate Harris.

There—several kilometers away!

His fiery wings flared, leaving a blazing trail as he shot toward his prey.

In the Sky

Harris's demon wings cut a crimson arc through the air, his eyes burning with rage.

He was the ruler of this place, yet now, he was forced to flee in humiliation.

But this was only temporary.

Once he escaped, given time to recover and rebuild his strength, he would return—leading a legion of demons.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Dozens of Lightning Strike Fighters locked onto Harris and moved to intercept.

They dived in formation, their autocannons unleashing torrents of fire.

Boom, boom, boom—

Crossfire raked through the air, forming a deadly web that cut off all possible escape routes.

"You think these tin cans can stop me?"

Harris twisted his wings, spinning mid-air to evade most of the incoming rounds.

Then, despite taking hits, he surged upward, charging straight at the nearest squadron.

The pilots reacted swiftly, scattering to avoid him.

Further away, another squadron fired Hellstrike Missiles.

These missiles could deal significant damage if they hit.

But Harris beat his wings, summoning a crimson windstorm.

The missiles veered off course, crashing into each other in fiery explosions.

Inside the Strike Fighters—

"Target lost!"

A pilot's vision was obscured by the flames.

The radar flickered—interference.

The comms crackled with chilling whispers.

A demonic murmur crawled into his mind, paralyzing him with terror.

For a moment, he was lost.

Then—"The demon is coming!"

"Evade! Evade!"

"AAAHHH—!"

Screams filled the comms.

Where were the other fighters?

Glancing down at the radar, the pilot saw multiple friendlies dropping off the screen.

Looking below, he found several burning wrecks spiraling downward—crashing into buildings, igniting mushroom-like fireballs.

"Where is the heretic demon?"

The comms fell eerily silent.

Cold dread seized his heart.

He couldn't find Harris anymore.

"I'm right here…"

A hellish whisper crept into his ears.

Not from the comms—

Realization hit him like a brick.

He swallowed hard, slowly looking up.

Harris's grotesque, grinning face was pressed against the cockpit glass.

He had been clinging to the fighter all along—using it to avoid detection.

Before the pilot could react, a claw punched through the cockpit.

No ordinary armor could withstand the demon's wrath.

Harris ripped the pilot out and crushed him into pulp, tossing him aside.

Then, he let the empty fighter plummet.

Boom!

At that moment, a cannon round struck Harris.

"For the Savior!"

Another fighter dived at full speed, its pilot screaming defiance.

A suicidal ramming attack.

Harris sneered.

"Foolish little rat."

Beating his wings, he accelerated and collided head-on.

Crash!

The fighter crumbled, disintegrating into debris.

In mere moments, Harris had slaughtered dozens of interceptors.

Laughing maniacally, he reveled in the carnage.

"Die! Die, all of you, pathetic humans!"

He could feel his power growing—

Then, his laughter stopped.

His pupils shrank.

Because he saw the Savior.

(End of Chapter)

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