Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Throne Plaza.

The drums of war thundered, shaking the very ground.

BANG!

The brass hooves of the Infernal Bull stomped onto the earth, leaving behind scorched trails of demonic fire.

These were no ordinary mounts. These war beasts were the unholy fusion of dogs, rhinos, and bulls, forged from brass, iron, and burning blood.

Their bodies were covered in thick, jagged blades and spikes.

Every breath they exhaled was like rolling thunder, filling the air with a choking haze of smoke and fire.

Dozens of Bloodcrushers, mounted atop Infernal Bulls, charged forward, leading an even greater force of daemonic cavalry into the battlefield.

They radiated an ancient, overwhelming force, an unstoppable tide of destruction.

Behind them came the Bloodletters—a vast horde of blood-red-skinned daemons, renowned across the galaxy for their raw, brutal strength and savage charges.

They were the very embodiment of battlefield terror—the heralds of death.

With their razor-sharp Hellblades in hand, they sprinted behind the cavalry, their eyes burning with bloodlust, craving the taste of fresh slaughter.

Their frenzied roars merged into a single, deafening wave of sound that sent a chill through the hearts of every warrior standing against them.

And yet—this was only the vanguard of the daemon horde!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The moment the daemonic legions charged, artillery batteries unleashed hell upon them.

Explosions roared across the battlefield, the symphony of iron and fire shaking the heavens.

Blood and flames intertwined as countless daemons were torn apart, their mangled bodies collapsing to the ground.

Yet, even as they fell, their charge did not slow.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Under the unrelenting rain of fire, the daemons never faltered. Consumed by their insatiable thirst for slaughter, they surged forward with reckless abandon.

At the forefront of the defense stood legions of heavy tanks and towering Sentinel walkers, standing like fortresses of steel against the demonic tide.

They were the first and strongest line of defense.

Yet, amidst the calm determination of these war machines, a storm of madness was closing in.

The Bloodcrushers, leading the daemon horde, bore down upon them.

"Open fire!"

At the command of the field officer, the steel fortresses broke their eerie stillness and roared to life.

BOOM!

The heavy tanks' cannons thundered, carving deep, bloody trenches through the daemon ranks.

The Sentinels unleashed a storm of crossfire, spewing hundreds of rounds per second, cutting down the daemonic swarm. Flames erupted from their flamers, turning the battlefield into an inferno.

For a moment, the daemonic charge wavered.

But then, the Skull Cannons retaliated.

Great, burning skulls were launched into the steel defenses, detonating upon impact, obliterating heavy tanks and tearing Sentinels apart.

CRASH!

Infernal Bulls smashed through the shattered tanks, trampling wreckage and corpses alike as the daemon forces pressed on.

The first defensive line, though it had blunted the enemy's charge, had failed to completely halt them.

The second defensive line.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The earth trembled violently.

Standing at the forefront, Arye glared at the approaching heretical daemons, his eyes blazing with fury.

"For the Savior!"

With a swift motion, he drew his power sword, its energy field crackling to life, and led the Stormtroopers into battle.

The moment the two forces clashed, the carnage erupted.

The Bloodcrushers trampled through the heavily armored Stormtroopers, leaving trails of death in their wake.

Packs of Flesh Hounds swarmed, tearing apart the troopers, while the Bloodletters swung their Hellblades, slicing through anything in their path.

"Damn these wretched beasts!"

Arye fought at the forefront, slashing through several Bloodletters before being surrounded.

A dozen daemons encircled him, their Hellblades raised high—there was nowhere to dodge.

Yet, Arye did not flinch. His reinforcements were already on their way.

Just as the Hellblades were about to descend—

CRASH!

A Bloodcrusher, unable to halt its momentum, crashed straight into the encircling Bloodletters, crushing half of them beneath its hooves.

Arye seized the moment and broke free.

But a new danger loomed.

The Bloodcrusher regained control, steering its Infernal Bull toward him, ready to trample him underfoot.

Instead of retreating, Arye charged forward.

At the last possible second, he dodged the charge by a hair's breadth, grabbing onto the daemon-steed's armor plates and hauling himself onto its back.

The Bloodcrusher anticipated this and swung a mighty warhammer down at him.

BOOM!

Before the hammer could connect, a shell struck the Bloodcrusher, blasting it from the saddle.

Seizing the opportunity, Arye took control of the raging Infernal Bull, stomping the dazed Bloodcrusher to death.

"Come get some, you daemonic scum! Arye is here to clean house!"

He drove the rampaging Infernal Bull into the daemon horde, trampling through their ranks, even slaying several Bloodcrushers in the chaos.

For the first time, disorder spread through the daemonic swarm.

Yet, despite his heroics, Arye alone could not shift the tide of battle.

Across the second defensive line, the warriors were on the verge of collapse under the relentless onslaught of the daemons.

"For the Paradise World!"

"For the Golden Sun and the Savior!"

Duke and Prue, leading their Void Angels and War Angels, entered the battlefield, bolstering the faltering troops.

Boltguns spat fire, chainswords roared, and power spears impaled Bloodletters one after another.

Brilliant psychic energy surged across the battlefield, striking down the daemonic hordes.

At the same time, nearly two thousand Battle Sisters entered the fray.

Clad in finely crafted power armor, wielding power weapons, they cut a bloody path through the daemons.

In the skies above, the roar of Fury-Beasts filled the air.

The crimson-skinned, bat-winged monstrosities dove down, grabbing Stormtroopers and hurling them from high altitudes.

But soon, Imperial fighter jets arrived.

Lightning Strike Fighters raked the skies with high-caliber rounds, engaging the aerial daemons in brutal dogfights.

Meanwhile, Thunderbolt Heavy Bombers executed their crucial mission.

Under the fighters' cover, they navigated past Skull Cannon fire and unleashed devastating payloads upon the daemonic artillery, destroying many of the Skull Cannons.

A secure zone within the second line of defense.

Under the protection of nearly a hundred Thunder Warriors, Eden carefully observed the battlefield.

Suddenly, something odd caught his attention—

Was that… a massive barrel chasing and biting a Flesh Hound?

It was only a small distraction.

As time passed, Eden's anxiety grew.

He was waiting for the Greater Daemon of Khorne to appear so he could launch a decisive strike.

Yet, the daemon was nowhere in sight.

With the first and second defensive lines on the brink of collapse, if the Greater Daemon did not appear soon, the entire frontline would fall.

And if the line broke, it would be nearly impossible to reach his target.

Just as worry crept into Eden's mind, a change occurred on the battlefield.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Heavy footsteps echoed, accompanied by the searing heat of rising flames.

From the warp portal, eight towering Bloodthirsters, each nearly ten meters tall, emerged. Their monstrous horns curled menacingly, and vast, leathery daemon wings stretched behind them.

They were clad in ancient war armor, their massive, brutal axes gleaming with bloodthirsty menace.

These were no ordinary daemons—these were Bloodthirsters, capable of butchering even the mighty Adeptus Astartes with ease!

Eden could immediately tell—each of these Bloodthirsters was far stronger than the previous daemon, Harras.

The daemons unfurled their wings and took to the sky, crashing down before the first defensive line with an earth-shattering impact.

Amidst the storm of gunfire, they let out terrifying roars.

The sheer force of their sonic waves alone caused Imperial soldiers within their war machines to bleed from their ears and mouths.

Then, the Bloodthirsters swung their massive axes.

With every devastating strike, they crushed heavy tanks like tin cans and smashed Sentinel walkers into twisted wreckage.

The once-formidable steel fortifications were reduced to ruin within moments.

The Void Angels and War Angels rushed in to halt the Bloodthirsters—but they were swatted aside with a single axe swing.

Within mere moments of engagement, over a dozen Space Marines had perished.

Only Duke and Prue could barely hold their ground—but even they were on the verge of being overwhelmed, their survival hanging by a thread.

"Damn it! Why hasn't he appeared yet?!"

Eden's frustration mounted.

With the arrival of the eight Bloodthirsters, the defensive lines were on the brink of collapse.

His chances of victory were shrinking fast.

Then—he felt something.

His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto the warp portal.

"…He's here!"

THOOM!

A massive, clawed hoof, wreathed in daemon fire, descended upon the battlefield.

A colossal, nightmarish figure emerged—towering over even the Bloodthirsters.

The moment it arrived, the entire world seemed to be drenched in crimson.

A suffocating aura of blood and madness enveloped the battlefield.

The whispers of daemons, like curses from the abyss, seeped into the depths of every warrior's mind.

Even the bravest soldiers struggled to maintain their composure under this overwhelming psychic assault.

The Stormtroopers closest to the entity were immediately affected.

Their nerves were seized by an uncontrollable bloodlust, their eyes turning bloodshot with an unnatural, frenzied gleam.

Their bodies convulsed violently, as though wrestling against an unseen force.

But soon, they completely lost their sanity—shrieking as they attacked anything nearby, friend or foe alike.

This was the true terror of a Greater Daemon of Khorne.

Even the Imperial Inquisition would execute anyone who had merely witnessed such a horror—lest their minds become tainted over time.

And then, as the entity's full form was revealed, its dreaded name echoed within every warrior's mind, carried by a wave of unrelenting bloodlust:

"Exalted Bloodthirster of the Blood God—Ka'Bandha!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The moment Ka'Bandha arrived, an unrelenting barrage of artillery fire was unleashed upon him.

The entire region where he landed was obliterated, reduced to a crumbling crater.

Yet, as the smoke cleared—he walked forward unscathed.

The shelling had done nothing to his daemonic iron hide.

Ka'Bandha tilted his head back and roared.

The sheer force of his voice dispelled the blood-red clouds above.

He gazed upon the battlefield, his lips curling into a cruel, bloodthirsty grin.

At last.

He had finally arrived in this glorious, material world.

The slaughter would begin.

The will of the Blood God would be carved into the very stars themselves.

His first objective was simple—annihilate this wretched planet.

Then, he would slaughter billions, piling their skulls into an unprecedented, towering citadel of the dead.

Ka'Bandha had no doubt—those wretched Blood Angels would not stand idly by.

When they came, his true feast of slaughter would begin.

He would wipe away the shame of his past defeat!

Ka'Bandha raised his colossal, blood-stained whip, a nightmarish weapon hundreds of meters long.

Forged from brass, bone, blood, and the tormented souls of the slain, the Hellwhip crackled with pure destruction.

With a single flick, it lashed through the air, screaming like the Reaper's scythe.

WHOOSH!

In one sweeping motion, dozens of Imperial fighter jets were shredded to pieces, their wreckage exploding midair.

Fire and smoke blotted out the skies, raining metal debris across the battlefield.

Then, Ka'Bandha swung his massive war axe.

The blade was wreathed in a crimson mist—the condensed hatred of countless slain souls.

BOOM!

His axe crashed into the earth, sending a massive fissure racing across the battlefield.

From within the rift, a flood of molten lava erupted forth.

The searing magma, like hellfire itself, devoured entire platoons of tanks and Sentinel walkers.

Steel melted into useless slag, their once-mighty war machines reduced to piles of burning wreckage.

The Imperial defenses—so carefully constructed—were utterly powerless before such might.

Ka'Bandha had barely arrived, and already, the casualties were staggering.

He had punched straight through the Imperial lines!

At that moment, Eden, flanked by Thunder Warriors, advanced toward Ka'Bandha .

His eyes locked onto the apocalyptic scene before him.

The sheer horror of the battlefield made his body tremble.

His mind screamed one undeniable truth:

"Unstoppable."

Eden took a deep breath, gripping his launcher tightly.

This Exalted Bloodthirster had the power to annihilate an entire planet in mere hours.

If the Sacred Ash Warhead couldn't stop him—Matira was doomed.

But the real problem was getting close enough to fire the shot.

Ka'Bandha remained deep within the daemon horde.

With eight Bloodthirsters guarding him, Eden knew he would never reach him unchallenged.

Attempting a long-range shot was too risky. Ka'Bandha could dodge or intercept the projectile.

To make matters worse, Eden couldn't order an orbital strike.

Conventional weapons would barely scratch him, and the Dreamweaver's plasma cannon needed time to charge.

If the attack failed to kill Ka'Bandha instantly, he might flee or launch an aerial assault on the fleet.

That would be even worse.

There was only one way to win.

He had to get close.

Close enough to blast Ka'Bandha point-blank.

It was insane.

It was suicide.

But it was the only option.

Unfortunately—Eden had barely started his approach, and Ka'Bandha had already withdrawn to the rear lines.

The Bloodthirsters had broken through the defenses, and now, the humans could no longer stop the daemonic horde.

Seeing this, Eden felt his scalp tingle.

"Damn it! Ka'Bandha is just sitting back—how the hell am I supposed to get to him?!"

If he revealed his full strength, the eight Bloodthirsters would immediately rush him.

Even with all his power—he would be overwhelmed.

As Eden struggled with the dilemma—

Upon his brass war chariot, Ka'Bandha suddenly sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring as he caught a familiar scent.

His eyes darkened with violent rage, his fangs bared in a snarl.

"That scent… the Blood Angels!"

Though faint, the trace of their presence was unmistakable.

Ka'Bandha's instincts did not deceive him.

The War Angels on the battlefield, while not true Blood Angels, did carry faint traces of Sanguinius' genetic lineage.

This… intrigued him.

His crimson gaze fell upon the War Angels battling below.

They were not full-blooded sons of Sanguinius, but they were close enough.

Slaughtering them personally… would suffice.

With a single mighty beat of his wings, Ka'Bandha leapt from his chariot, soaring toward the densest concentration of War Angels.

...

On the battlefield.

Prue led the War Angels, holding the line against the daemon horde.

Suddenly, a nervous voice trembled through the vox.

"Boss! That big bastard is coming straight for us!"

"Where's the Savior? Wasn't he supposed to handle this monster?!"

Prue barely had time to react.

BOOM!

Ka'Bandha crashed onto the battlefield.

A wave of unmatched terror exploded outward, freezing the warriors in place.

"Fall back! Scatter!"

Prue acted immediately, barking orders for his men to evade.

But it was already too late.

A handful of War Angels were cleaved apart by Ka'Bandha's massive axe before they could even move.

The daemon lord towered over Prue, his immense bulk at least four times his height.

Ka'Bandha sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Can you summon the Blood Angels? Can you call forth that relic, Dante?"

Under the weight of Ka'Bandha's monstrous presence, Prue trembled.

A primal, bone-deep fear gripped him—he knew he was about to die.

Then—

A message from the Savior arrived.

Delay him. Just for a few seconds. Then, escape as fast as possible.

Prue obeyed.

He looked straight at Ka'Bandha and forced a smirk.

"I could… but that'll take time. A lot of time, actually. It's a rather complicated process, you see—"

"You're lying."

Ka'Bandha cut him off coldly.

His massive axe began to swing.

Prue was dead in seconds—

Until Ka'Bandha paused.

His eyes locked onto something behind Prue.

A figure clad in golden armor had entered his vision.

Eden had been advancing stealthily, using psyker abilities to conceal his presence.

But then—he felt it.

A gaze.

Ka'Bandha was staring directly at him.

He had been discovered!

Eden exhaled sharply.

No point hiding now.

His concealment dropped, and he strode forward, weapon raised.

His voice rang out, dripping with mocking disdain.

"Ka'Bandha , you pathetic coward! Too scared to fight me?"

Ka'Bandha 's brow twitched.

Eden's words had struck a raw nerve.

"You dare challenge me with that pitiful toy?" Ka'Bandha sneered.

Eden stepped even closer, standing directly before the daemon lord.

He aimed his launcher at Ka'Bandha's face.

"Enough talk. Do you have the guts for a one-on-one fight?"

"DIE!"

Ka'Bandha did not respond—he attacked.

His colossal axe swung down, ready to cleave Eden in two.

But Eden had anticipated this.

He fired first.

His boots locked into the ground, stabilizing his stance.

Then—

BOOM!

A blinding golden light erupted from the launcher.

A massive sphere of energy condensed at the barrel's tip.

In an instant, every daemon within a one-kilometer radius burst into flames, their souls incinerated.

Even Eden himself was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer power surging through him.

Yet—he recognized it.

This power… it was familiar.

This felt exactly like the Emperor's psychic fury.

No—this was the Supreme Psyker Smackdown from the God-Emperor Himself!

This was it. This would work.

Ka'Bandha froze.

At point-blank range, his flesh began to sear, the golden energy scorching his form.

A terrible, all-consuming fear took hold of him.

"Impossible!"

"How—how can this power exist here?!"

He knew this power.

The Cursed One.

The Unnameable.

Even the Dark Gods themselves feared it.

Even Chaos itself dared not speak that name.

The daemons of Khorne were fearless—they never feared death.

Even if slain, they would simply return to the Warp.

Greater Daemons were immortal, their essence never truly destroyed.

But not against Him.

The Unnameable One could wipe them from existence itself.

A permanent, agonizing death.

A death that erased them from reality.

Ka'Bandha was utterly terrified.

This was like showing up to a fistfight, only to realize the enemy had brought an entire army.

This was unwinnable.

There was only one thought in Ka'Bandha's mind.

"RUN!"

He abandoned his axe and whip, turning tail and fleeing toward the Warp portal.

"Blood God, save me! That cursed one is here!"

"THE MONSTER HAS ARRIVED!"

The other eight Bloodthirsters—along with countless daemons—sprinted for the portal, desperate to escape.

Ka'Bandha's massive wings kicked up hurricane winds, knocking over anything in his way.

He was mere meters from the portal—

When Eden grinned.

"Fire—Super Psyker Smackdown, go!"

He pulled the trigger.

WHOOSH!

The Sacred Ash Warhead launched.

The half-meter-long projectile exploded into a searing sunburst, illuminating the battlefield with blinding holy light.

Every daemon in its path was instantly vaporized, their souls annihilated.

"DAMNED CURSED MONSTER!"

Ka'Bandha pushed his speed to the limit, his massive form barreling through the portal.

He almost made it.

Almost.

But the warhead followed him.

It chased him through the portal—and struck him in the back.

For a single, frozen moment—

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Then—

A blinding, holy explosion erupted within the Warp.

A light brighter than a thousand suns consumed the portal—

And Ka'Bandha's dying scream echoed through eternity.

"PRAISE THE SUN!"

(End of Chapter)

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