[Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor] Chapter 50-52 (Patreon)

Chapter 50: Terrifying Destructive Power

Carter gripped the handle of the chainsword with both hands and plunged it into the ground.

He closed his eyes, pouring his entire heart into a prayer:

"Oh, God-Emperor, grant me strength so that I may face this battle without fear!
I will fight with all my might until the end!
In the name of judgment, I will wield this sword and purge the heretical abominations!"

Carter's eyes shot open, filled with determination.

He twisted the hilt of the chainsword, activating the power field valve.

Bzzz!

In an instant, the chainsword lit up, its blade covered with a glowing blue energy field. Small bolts of electricity crackled along the blade's teeth, growing larger as the energy surged, extending up Carter's armored arms.

The crackling energy ate into Carter's gauntlets, blackening them as searing pain coursed through his arms.

Argh!

From a distance, the cultist's head embedded in the chest of the abomination also noticed what was happening. The residual energy waves emanating from the weapon filled him with instinctual dread, and a wave of terror washed over him.

He was scared.

That weapon held power enough to kill him!

"Damn it! How is he controlling such a terrifying energy?!"

The cultist couldn't allow Carter to raise that weapon.
If he did, it would be the end!

The cultist-controlled abomination rushed toward Carter, but quickly got tangled in steel cables.

These cables had been fired by the Imperial Guard—those pesky soldiers were holding him back!

The Guards launched specialized harpoons, each one equipped with barbs that buried themselves deep into the abomination's flesh.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Several harpoons struck the abomination, and the barbs locked firmly into its flesh, making them nearly impossible to remove.

"Get off me! I order you to let go! You worthless bugs!"

The cultist ignored the pain and desperately tried to drive the abomination toward Carter.

But he was held fast.

Each of the barbed harpoons was tethered to steel cables, the other ends gripped tightly by the Imperial Guards.

They coordinated, wrapping the cables around the abomination's limbs and body, pulling with all their strength to restrain the monstrous creature.

This was a tactic they had prepared specifically to deal with high-threat enemies: restrict their movement, then destroy them with overwhelming force.

The cultist began to panic, furiously struggling to break free.

His time was running out!
But he remained trapped.

"Hold the line, brothers! We can't let this heretical scum interrupt the captain!" one of the Guards shouted.

The fight reached a deadlock.

But the balance would soon be broken.

The abomination's strength far surpassed the Imperial Guards'. They were growing tired and couldn't hold him much longer.

Fortunately, Carter was ready.

Despite the agony caused by the energy field's corrosive power, Carter raised the crackling chainsword high above his head.

He twisted the engine valve, and as the chainsword roared to life, the electric currents intensified, coursing even more violently across his armor.

This was the weapon's true power!

At that moment, all eyes were on Carter.

The electricity running through his armor made him stand out like a beacon amidst the fire-lit shantytown.

It was almost as if he had taken on a holy aura.

The Defense Force and Enforcers began praying, offering praise to their mightiest warrior.

The terrified citizens, witnessing this sight, knelt one after the other.

"Oh, God-Emperor!
The rumors were true—the Governor really has been blessed by His Majesty!
He has sent us His holy angel of war…"

The citizens prayed that this angel of war from the capital would drive away the demonic abomination and save them from their suffering.

Carter, however, was unaware of all of this.

His focus was entirely on the abomination ahead.

Gripping the chainsword tightly, Carter charged toward the abomination!

As he ran, the thrusters on the back of his armor roared to life, blue flames bursting out to propel him forward.

He moved faster and faster!

At that moment, Carter had only one thought.

He wasn't powerless.

He would cut off this heretic's head with his chainsword and prove his strength and loyalty to the Governor!

The cultist saw Carter rushing toward him.

More than that, he saw the terrifying blue-charged chainsword Carter was wielding.

He couldn't let that sword touch him!

Desperately, the cultist forced the abomination to tear out the barbed harpoons and break free from the Guards!

Finally, he was free!

The cultist rejoiced, thinking he could now escape.

With his speed, that guy would never catch him!

"You're all dead meat!"

The cultist snarled, turning to flee.

But the roar of the chainsword filled the air, and a shadow fell over him.

The cultist and the abomination looked up to see Carter, leaping high into the air, chainsword raised high and crackling with energy.

Terror flooded the cultist's face.

It was over!

Bzzzz!

With a deafening roar, the chainsword sliced into the abomination's body.

The saw teeth tore through the flesh, while the energy field unleashed destructive power, ripping apart the abomination's internal tissues beyond any hope of regeneration.

The chainsword carved through the abomination's body at a diagonal angle from the shoulder, slicing it in half.

Thud!

The abomination, unable to move, collapsed to the ground in two pieces with a heavy crash.

"Aaahhh!"

The cultist embedded in the abomination's chest screamed in agony, his eyes wide with panic as he desperately tried to regain control of the body and flee.

"Damn it! Move, damn you! Move!"

But nothing happened.

The abomination's body was dead—the energy field had utterly destroyed its flesh.

Phew!

With the abomination defeated, the roar of the chainsword ceased.

Carter's armor was blackened and smoking from the residual energy.

He planted the chainsword in the ground to steady himself, barely able to stand from exhaustion.

That was close!

He had nearly failed.

Carter let the chainsword fall and approached the abomination's lifeless body.

"Move, move! By the All-Seeing Lord, help your loyal follower!
I sacrificed so many delicious pregnant women and babies for you!"

The cultist's head was babbling, still desperately trying to reanimate the body.

But once again, a shadow fell over him.

He looked up to see Carter towering over him.

"You filthy insect… ugh…"

Before he could finish, a large hand clamped tightly around his neck.

"Shut up!" Carter growled.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 51: The Final Execution

Carter's large hand fiercely gripped the neck of the heretic, gradually pulling harder.

The heretic felt the force pulling on him, and fear mixed with reluctance crept in.

He displayed a look of terror, his eyes filled with tears:

"No, I can't leave this body!

That was the great power bestowed upon me by the Master of a Thousand Eyes! You have no right to take it from me! Nooooo!!!"

Rip!

Blood splattered.

Carter violently tore out the heretic's head, along with his spine, and raised it high above his head, displaying it to the crowd!

The heretic's head, still connected to his spine, wriggled in Carter's hand like a worm.

With a resolute expression, Carter looked around at the crowd and loudly proclaimed:

"This is the fate of all heretical scum! The Governor will tolerate no heretic filth within the King's Court!"

Instantly, the crowd erupted in cheers.

The people of the territory may have had their differences, but they all shared a deep hatred for heretics.

They despised these heretics even more than the Chaos demons.

After all, these scum were once humans, but they chose to become the lackeys of Chaos, betraying and killing their own kind.

It was despicable and disgusting beyond words!

The people glared with utter contempt at the heretic writhing like a worm, spitting on him in disdain.

The guards and enforcers saluted Carter with the Aquila gesture, showing deep respect for the brave and loyal warrior.

The common folk, unqualified to perform the Aquila, knelt in gratitude.

They thanked the Angel of War for his salvation.

Of course, they also offered their thanks to the great God-Emperor and the merciful Governor.

The heretic, still struggling, continued to shout:

"Fools! You damned, ignorant insects! Do you not realize that your suffering is brought upon you by the Governor himself?

The false Emperor has never shown you any mercy! He deceived you and abandoned you!

Only the Master of a Thousand Eyes can—"

Thud!

The heretic's head was met with a heavy punch, sending his teeth flying.

"Damn you, what are you—what are you doing?"

Carter held the heretic's head in front of him, glaring coldly:

"I'm hitting you…"

"What?"

Thud!

Another punch landed, distorting the heretic's face.

Suddenly, the heretic recalled his earlier mockery of Carter, and fear surged in his heart.

"No…"

But it was too late. Carter punched him again and again until the heretic's face was a mangled mess, unrecognizable.

After finishing his work, Carter tossed the heretic's head to the ground like trash, declaring:

"On behalf of the Governor, I hereby execute you, heretic scum!"

Two Imperial guards stepped forward, flamethrowers strapped to their backs.

Facing death, the heretic's head was filled with despair.

As a child of the Master of a Thousand Eyes, a high-ranking being, how could his life end like this?

He wasn't fearless of death. He lacked the unwavering faith and courage to sacrifice himself for it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have betrayed humanity in the first place.

At this final moment, his true nature was revealed.

The heretic became desperate, looking at Carter and the two guards.

There was a glimmer of pleading in his eyes:

"Merciful… no, brave warriors!

You can't kill me! I still have value, more value than those wretched underhive refugees! You've all witnessed my power. Don't you want to harness and study such great power?"

Carter's gaze grew even colder.

The two Imperial guards raised the nozzles of their flamethrowers, aiming at the heretic's head.

"Damn it, I demand to see the Governor!

I am a noble of the upper hive! I know many secrets, including those of the Hoffman family! The Governor won't kill me so easily…"

But no one cared about his words.

Boom!

Without hesitation, the two guards pulled their triggers. Twin streams of fire erupted, engulfing the heretic's head in searing flames.

Heretics were not to be trusted, regardless of whether their words were true or false.

This was a lesson long learned within the King's Court. The best way to deal with heretics was to send them to the depths of hell as quickly as possible!

Amidst the flames, the heretic's head screamed in agony, writhing like a worm along with his spine.

He wanted to escape but could only helplessly writhe in place.

The unbearable pain of the fire drove him mad.

"No!. Please, let me see the Governor…"

But his pleas were in vain.

In his final moments, the heretic's gaze grew venomous as he stared at everyone around him:

"Damn insects! The great Master of a Thousand Eyes will descend, and you will all die! I curse you! I curse all of you, and your descendants! You will all die in the most extreme suffering and torment! Aaaah!"

The heretic's screams echoed through the entire area.

But there was no pity, for he was not worthy of any forgiveness! It wasn't until the heretic scum was completely burned to ashes in excruciating pain that the battle in this area officially came to an end.

Ten kilometers from the slums, deep within the administrative unit's passageways, a crimson-skinned heretic was fleeing in terror.

Bang!

A shotgun shell exploded against his backside.

The force of the blast knocked the heretic to the ground, but he quickly scrambled forward, not daring to stop.

However, a heavy boot stomped on his lower back, preventing any further escape.

"Damn scum, still trying to run?"

In the darkness, the mechanical red glow of a bionic eye appeared, followed by the gruff voice of Arye.

He carried a large shotgun, a cigar clenched between his teeth, and his foot planted firmly on the heretic's back.

The guards were responsible for regular heretics, whose combat ability wasn't much greater than that of the guards themselves.

He kicked the heretic hard: "Still wanna run?"

The heretic sobbed, pleading:

"No… I won't run anymore! Please, sir, have mercy on me… I only did it to survive! I never wanted to do this!"

"Alright, alright, I get it!"

Arye had no interest in listening to the heretic's pathetic excuses.

Every heretic's hands were stained with blood.

Before being cruelly dismembered as sacrifices, many poor souls had begged this heretic for mercy.

But those people had still died in agony, offered up to the false gods.

So, when dealing with heretics, one had to be ruthless.

Arye grabbed the heretic by the hair, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"I swear, I never killed anyone!, I only participated in the rituals! I wasn't the one who brought the underhive refugees, it wasn't my fault!"

Arye forced a grin, patting the tearful heretic on the head, pretending to comfort him:

"Sure, sure, I understand. No need to be nervous!"

With that, Arye clicked something into the heretic's mouth, silencing him.

He aimed his gun at the heretic and stepped back to a safe distance.

The heretic knelt there, completely unaware of what was in his mouth. He looked at Arye in terror.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a thermite charge…"

Arye smiled as he showed the heretic the trigger ring in his hand.

The heretic's pupils dilated in horror as fear reached its peak.

Poof!

The thermite charge ignited, and flames engulfed the heretic, melting his upper body.

"Spit! Damn scum!"

Arye spat on the ground, turning to the approaching guards:

"Let's go, time to hit their lair!"

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 52: Traitor!

Tonight was a sleepless night for many families.

Suddenly, the sounds of gunfire and cannon blasts echoed over the residential areas surrounding the Sacred Square.

Unfamiliar creatures' howls and the screams of people followed soon after, causing terror among the residents.

People locked their doors and windows, trembling and whispering in fear, completely unaware of what was happening.

The Rapp family was no exception.

They gathered in the living room, helplessly waiting.

Every blast of gunfire and every howl made Marti and Lilith's hearts skip a beat.

Marti hugged Lilith, her voice trembling: "By the Emperor, what is happening?"

She was utterly terrified—this was too much like the horrific disaster from five years ago.

Back then, heretic rebels had breached the Sacred Square, capturing residents for blood sacrifices.

Those unfortunate souls were dismembered by the heretics, displayed in bloody inverted crosses, hung above the Emperor's statue! The rebels had even reached the Lapp family's doorstep.

If not for the Governor's timely intervention by sending the Imperial Guards, their family would have become sacrifices as well! After that night, Marti found that nearly every official's family in the area had been slaughtered by the heretics.

Many friends and familiar faces had vanished.

Only the Rapp family had narrowly survived.

It had been a terrible nightmare!

And now, was that nightmare about to repeat itself?

Marti prayed helplessly:

"Have the heretic rebels come again? Oh no, we're doomed! Great God-Emperor, merciful Governor, please protect the Rapp family!"

"Brother, what's happening outside? I'm so scared!" Lilith said anxiously, looking at her brother.

Deville knelt down and patted Lilith's head.

"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. There are only scattered sounds of gunfire outside—it's not an army attacking.

If it were really the heretic rebels, the King's Court alarms would've already gone off.

Besides, the fighting is still outside; our residential area is safe for now.

So, stay at home, and there will be no danger.

Just go back to sleep and cover your ears—you won't hear anything…"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now, go to sleep. You can't let this mess delay your studies tomorrow!"

Lilith was on a noble elite education schedule, where every bit of energy mattered under its intense workload.

Hearing this, she became nervous and quickly nodded: "I'll go to bed right now!"

Deville gently coaxed Lilith, leading her back to her room and tucking her in.

Deville then turned toward the door, putting on a black coat and tucking a laspistol into his belt.

Those reassuring words he said earlier were just to calm Lilith.

The fighting had already reached their residential area, and no matter what, he couldn't sit by and do nothing.

He was preparing to head out and see what was really happening!

"Mother, I'm going out to see what's going on. Lock the door and don't go outside!"

Marti rushed forward, hugging Deville. Out of habit, she adjusted his collar and warned him, "Be careful, you…"

But she hesitated, holding back the rest of her words.

"Mother, I will do my duty and serve the Governor faithfully!"

Deville's face was resolute as he gripped the laspistol at his waist, finishing the words for her.

If the heretic rebels had truly invaded, he would not choose to run away.

He would pick up his weapon and bravely fight those heretics, giving his all for the Governor! Seeing the determined look on Deville's face, Marti felt heartbroken and reluctant, fearing that once her son left, he might never return.

But she supported Deville's decision because that was the Rapp family tradition for centuries.

Loyalty to the Governor was the foundation of everything!

Marti wiped away her tears, speaking firmly:

"Good child! Go serve the Governor, and don't worry about Lilith and me!"

Deville nodded and resolutely turned to leave.

As the door locked behind him, Deville's demeanor shifted to that of a cold, calculating officer of the King's Court.

He tightened his grip on the laspistol and walked toward the direction of the gunfire.

After only a short distance, Deville rounded a corner and suddenly came face to face with a crimson bionic eye.

Startled, he instinctively raised his laspistol.

However, the next moment, his nose was struck hard, and a large hand clamped over his mouth, the stench of burnt flesh faintly emanating from it!

Arye growled in a low voice:

"We're hunting heretics. Don't make a sound. If those damned scum get away, you'll be dead for sure!

Do you understand?"

The pain in his nose made Deville's eyes well up with tears.

He nodded in pain, indicating that he understood.

Soon, Deville felt the large hand covering his mouth loosen, and he took a deep breath.

But before he could fully recover, his nose was struck again by the butt of a shotgun, the intense pain causing him to moan.

Yet, before he could make a sound, his mouth was covered again.

Arye sternly warned:

"I told you to stay quiet, and here you are making noise again!"

Deville felt a wave of grievance and, muffling his voice, barely managed to say:

"I didn't say anything..."

Finally, the hand covering Deville's mouth released him once more, and he instinctively covered his nose and mouth, fearing another strike.

He and Arye stared at each other, both a little disgruntled from their earlier encounter.

Arye kept his voice low, his face slightly awkward as if he had just realized who Deville was.

He took a puff from a cigar he had looted from a noble's house during a heretic purge, blowing the smoke into Deville's face:

"Well, well, if it isn't our quartermaster from logistics. What a misunderstanding earlier. No hard feelings.

You should head home now. This heretic-hunting operation is dangerous—not really suited for a pretty boy like you."

Those words stung Deville's pride.

He tightened his grip on his laspistol, his resolve firm:

"Scum! I am also a combatant of the King's Court, and it is my duty to purge heretics for the Governor!

Besides, I'm a resident of this area, and I know the terrain better than you!"

Seeing Deville's determination, Arye shrugged and agreed:

"Alright, follow along then. Just don't blame me if you die!"

Deville followed Arye for a while, only to realize that he had been played by the rough one-eyed man!

Arye seemed to sense Deville's mood and put his arm around his shoulders, wiping his dirty hands on Deville's black coat.

"Hey, hey, it was just a little misunderstanding earlier—just two light taps.

I apologize, alright?"

Deville swallowed his anger, unwilling to stoop to the same level as this brute!

As they continued walking, Deville grew more and more familiar with the path, and a sense of unease crept into his heart.

"Where are the heretics hiding?"

Arye bit down on his cigar, pointing ahead to a nearby door:

"There. That house was hiding heretics and has killed many people!"

Seeing the familiar logistics department insignia on the door, Deville froze.

He controlled his emotions and lowered his voice:

"You're mistaken. That family is one of the most loyal in the King's Court. There's no way they'd be colluding with heretics, let alone be traitors…"

(End of Chapter)