Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 249 - 250 – The Daemon-Eater Has Arrived!

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When the glow of the teleportation tunnel faded, the warriors finally saw that dreadful silhouette clearly.

Amid the dull red gloom of the battlefield—and the shrieking of Chaos Furies overhead—a towering figure, nearly six meters in height, strode forth, clad in heavy, fearsome power armor wreathed in dark-gold flames.

Everything about him radiated an unsettling power, leaving no doubt that this unknown entity was immensely formidable.

At the same time, a massive, terrifying army appeared in his wake, surging toward the shrine!

"By the Emperor…that's not reinforcements!"

Seeing the menacing figure and the vast alien force behind him, one Ultramarine cried out in dismay.

Saint Celestine, her entire body battered and bones nearly crushed, was tossed against the rubble by the Bloodthirster's mighty blow.

She could barely move, hovering at the edge of death.

Catching sight of this approaching army of monstrous xenos edging ever nearer to the shrine, she felt all hope slip away.

They were…yet more enemies!

Her eyes closed in resignation.

"Damnable xenos! Do they mean to join this war as well?"

Greyfax, desperately fending off the daemons before her, could not hide her contempt for these new arrivals. As an Inquisitor, she abhorred xenos on principle.

Yet she noticed that the daemons' assault began to slow—the rancid abominations seemed…afraid?

"He is…the Daemon-Eater."

"Yes, that terrifying favorite of the Emperor…"

"The one who devours daemons alive!"

Greyfax heard an unfamiliar name that spread through the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

She realized then that these foul monstrosities truly feared the unknown newcomer—more so than they had feared even the Grey Knights' arrival.

"Daemon-Eater!!!"

Ka'Bandha's thunderous roar tore the clouds apart, echoing across the war-torn field. The sound bristled with alarm and disbelief.

He gazed at that monstrous figure and felt his own eyes narrow, sinking into deep confusion.

He even wondered if he was imagining things.

Why had the Daemon-Eater truly appeared? Hadn't Ka'Bandha merely fabricated that tale to cover up his own failures before the other daemons?

This must be an illusion…surely it couldn't be real.

But then Ka'Bandha saw the hauntingly familiar weapon strapped to that terrifying figure—the same one that had once appeared in countless nightmares.

His mighty daemon body quivered, the warp-flame trembling.

That dreaded weapon had haunted him again and again in his dreams.

Ka'Bandha felt certain: that figure was the same savior who had nearly ended his life!

What now?

The Chief Bloodthirster was frantic.

Meanwhile, the imposing newcomer also seemed bewildered:

"Uh…'Daemon-Eater?' Are they talking about me?"

Eden remembered that the Goddess of Life—back in that nightmare realm—had used the same term.

So he was that famous in the Warp?

He was…famous?

Eden felt a touch uneasy. Being noticed by the powers of the Warp was hardly a good thing. It's not the thief you catch but the one who keeps you in his sights that's the real worry.

He had just arrived via teleportation and was shocked by the intensity of the battle.

Famous names from across the galaxy—multiple Terminators, Dreadnoughts strewn about the field.

Space Marines, though formidable to ordinary humans, were dropping like rank-and-file troops here, wave after wave.

It was terrifying.

Even more unsettling was that most eyes on the battlefield had pivoted toward him the moment he appeared. Their stares, to put it mildly, did not look friendly.

For a split second, Eden considered backing out. Then he steadied his resolve:

He had come all this way.

This time, traveling to Macragge, Eden had essentially invested a third of his entire domain's resources, bringing nearly all his top-tier forces except for his own Space Marines.

Though this might not be enough to tip the entire battle, it certainly counted as reinforcements.

Besides, he had a weapon he'd been preparing for over a decade—his trump card.

No need to panic!

Eden composed himself, leading his heavily armored Genestealers and Orks forward in grim silence, advancing on the shrine.

The teleportation drop point was a good distance from the shrine, so he had to forge his way there.

Watching these xenos charge forward, Calgar and his Ultramarines, along with the Imperium forces, nearly lost all hope.

"O Emperor, please tell us how to escape this nightmare!"

They were already struggling against Chaos. Now an entirely new force of terrifying xenos warriors had shown up.

They saw no chance of victory.

The lines broke down even further.

Almost the entire shrine hall had collapsed, leaving the Primarch, still asleep upon his throne, exposed for all to see.

"Courage and Honor—defend our Father!" Calgar roared, leading a desperate resistance.

The Space Marines formed a living wall of flesh and blood, but Chaos pressed on, breaching the very front of the shrine.

Just as true despair set in—

Thump, thump, thump!

A rousing hymn rose.

It was a battle song extolling the Emperor, a sacred anthem that instantly flooded the battlefield, even overpowering the cacophony of artillery and gunfire!

Hearing this hymn, Saint Celestine slowly opened her eyes, listening with boundless hope.

She felt her body begin to mend. A gentle, angelic smile graced her blood-stained face.

Surely the Emperor had answered their pleas!

A moment later, her smile froze. "My Lord…what is this…"

Greyfax, surrounded by foes and bleeding from several deep wounds, likewise felt some power flow into her the instant the hymn started—a surge of faith.

"In the Emperor's name, may His wrath descend on you all!"

She unleashed a furious volley into the daemons before her.

But when she found the source of that hymn, it was like smashing her head into a brick wall.

Her mind reeled.

She saw them: enormous Genestealers and Orks, blasting these hymns across the battlefield.

In the flicker of muzzle flashes, Greyfax spotted shining Imperial Aquila emblems on their gleaming armor. They glowed brilliantly.

Then the xenos let out a mighty war cry—"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The heavily armored Genestealers and Orks charged the Chaos lines without hesitation, as if they were truly loyal servants of the Emperor.

"Ugh…they're so devoted!"

Eden was satisfied by what he saw.

His research labs had developed these "super-bass" modules—essentially portable holy-hymn broadcasters.

They worked perfectly.

Once mounted to their armor, the war chants and shouts of loyalty could be spread for dozens of kilometers.

It was absolutely necessary to make it clear to friend and foe alike which side they were on.

Otherwise, it would be tragic if they rushed in to help only to be cut down by allied forces mistaking them for enemies.

But this scene left both Imperium and Chaos forces equally dumbfounded.

Huh???

Were these xenos out of their minds?

The next moment, nearly a thousand heavily armored Genestealers and Orks showed by deed whose side they were on.

They roared oaths of loyalty to the Emperor as they formed a protective line around Eden, hurling themselves against the Chaos horde.

Several massive first-generation Genestealers, enhanced a second time, lunged at Chaos Terminators with deadly claws powerful enough to crush power armor.

Each slash cut open gaping holes in their enemy's plate, metal fragments flying.

Even more chilling were the chainbladed power gauntlets on these Genestealers, glowing a faint blue as they dismembered the Terminators entirely!

Given the Genestealers' formidable physiques, plus power armor and advanced weaponry, their fighting power was monstrous indeed.

Roar—

With the aid of faithful machine-tinged voices, the group of second-generation, heavily armored Genestealers tore through the Chaos Terminators in front of them and pushed onward, deeper into enemy lines.

The blood of Traitor Marines splattered across the Imperial Aquila on their chests like a grim, heroic badge, underscoring their "devotion."

"By the Emperor…what a blasphemous sight!"

Greyfax couldn't believe her eyes as the Genestealers mowed down foes to defend Imperial warriors.

She reflexively raised her weapon at a nearby Genestealer, but found herself unable to fire.

Logic told her that every resource was precious in such a desperate war.

Nevertheless, her lifelong faith could not reconcile what these xenos were doing.

Especially the advanced Imperium technology fitted to these creatures—clearly high-grade power armor.

There was no way xenos could craft anything so intricate; it had to be stolen Imperial technology!

Thus, the truth became clear in her eyes:

That horrifying alien champion must have seized high-level Imperial tech and armed these alien creatures, forging them into his personal horde!

Even if he was an "ally" now, such heresy was intolerable.

"I won't allow such an abomination in the Imperium!"

Greyfax resolved to investigate thoroughly after the war ended and bring them before the Inquisition for judgment!

She had scarcely completed this thought when pain ripped through her.

A daemon had slashed her side, tearing open her waist.

Almost immediately, another blow hammered into her chest, sending her crashing into a mound of rubble.

Dust billowed.

Cough, cough…

Greyfax struggled to lift herself. A towering daemon overshadowed her, raising a bloody axe high overhead.

"Is it…over?"

The Inquisitor's mind was awhirl. Her injuries were severe; she could neither dodge nor parry.

She was flooded by too many regrets: so many abominations and heresies still needed purging, yet she would now die under this foul monster's blade.

Fate seemed sealed.

But as Greyfax braced for her end, fate took a sudden twist.

"Waaaagh—!"

With an angry howl, a green-skinned figure slammed into the daemon towering over Greyfax, knocking it aside and sparing her from the deathblow.

Before she could process what was happening, another Ork rushed over, rummaged through some gear, then jabbed her with an injection.

It forced out a grin—more like a gruesome grimace—and hefted its massive hammer once more. Bellowing its battle cry, it charged forth:

"Waa… For the Emperor!"

Together with its kind, the Orks surrounded the daemon, laying into it with brutal clubbing until it lay dead within seconds.

Only then did Greyfax, still dazed, look down. A stim or med-injector was embedded in her wound, and to her surprise, she could feel its healing effects.

An Ork had just saved an Inquisitor.

They were carrying out Eden's command to rescue allies whenever possible—and treat them politely.

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They didn't fully understand why, but they obeyed because Eden would personally "deal with" any Ork that refused his orders.

"I…was saved by xenos?"

Greyfax felt her wounds closing, and she reeled, consumed by a sense of indignity.

"Damnable xenos…"

Psychic light flared from her battered frame, and she grabbed her boltgun anew, unleashing her rage into the daemons around her.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Eden advanced toward the Shrine of Correction, his goal the old nemesis—Ka'Bandha.

Each step shook the ground beneath his massive power armor.

His loadout far exceeded the weight of standard Marine armor. He was like a rolling fortress.

A typical Space Marine reached only half his height, making Eden an obvious target.

He soon realized something was off. "Am I really that scary? Are they that afraid of the Emperor's Love in my hands?"

The daemons seemed to be keeping their distance, scarcely mounting any direct attacks on him.

Seen from above, it would be clear that they were avoiding this so-called Daemon-Eater, almost as if bowing before him, leaving him a wide path.

Thus, Eden reached the heart of the battlefield in no time.

He saw a stunning, silver-haired Angelic warrior woman struggling to stand against the incoming Bloodthirsters of Khorne—Ka'Bandha among them…

Saint Celestine braced herself on her golden blade, rising slowly.

Her angelic face bore the marks of hard combat, the blood accentuating her unyielding spirit and resolve.

Even gravely wounded, she refused to yield an inch to the monstrous daemons.

In her heart, she was prepared to give her life for the Emperor's will.

"Angel lady, let me handle this!"

A gruff, rasping voice tinged with warmth spoke suddenly.

Saint Celestine looked up to see the imposing, grim figure standing before her, alone blocking the approach of three Bloodthirsters—including Ka'Bandha himself!

"Daemon-Eater!"

Ka'Bandha's roar boomed, but beneath it lay utter panic.

From the instant the Daemon-Eater appeared, Ka'Bandha had wanted out of this nightmare.

He was certain that if the Daemon-Eater had come to Macragge, it meant the enemy had some guaranteed plan for victory.

No one knew better than he how cunning and ruthless the Daemon-Eater truly was!

Moreover, Ka'Bandha could tell that monstrous figure carried an even more devastating weapon than last time. He could sense it just by size alone.

Recalling past events—being nearly slain, the curse-laden energies—Ka'Bandha's daemon flesh trembled with fear. He longed to escape, but there was no path out.

With so many daemons around, including the other two Bloodthirsters, and Khorne himself possibly watching from the shadows, there was no excuse for the Chief Bloodthirster to flee.

If he retreated and returned to the Warp, the Blood God would visit an even worse fate upon him.

He had no choice but to forge ahead.

Crack!

Ka'Bandha watched the Daemon-Eater lift that horrific weapon.

Now what? He felt paralyzed.Running or not running both seemed impossible, leaving him with the terrifying prospect of facing the Daemon-Eater alone.

Damn fate…and that thrice-cursed Daemon-Eater!

Ka'Bandha's dread deepened. Just as he prepared to stake everything on one last fight, derisive laughter rang out behind him.

"Hah, Ka'Bandha, are you afraid of the Daemon-Eater? Then let me do it. I shall claim his skull for the throne!"

A mighty Bloodthirster with huge, curved horns emerged from behind Ka'Bandha, seizing the chance to claim this battle for itself while mocking Ka'Bandha's hesitation.

Only the lowly daemons would tremble before the Daemon-Eater—he had no such fear. And if he could kill the Daemon-Eater, he'd present the head to the Skull Throne, usurping the rank of this cowardly Chief Bloodthirster.

Roar—

Spreading his colossal wings, the horned Bloodthirster of Khorne leaped into the air, diving at the Daemon-Eater!

"Foolish creature…"

Seeing this, Ka'Bandha quietly exhaled, but remained tense, ready for anything.

"Sigh, why isn't it Ka'Bandha who's coming at me?"

Eden hefted the massive launcher in his hands with a slight sigh. He had intended to blast Ka'Bandha first.

Now he had to take out the other Bloodthirster.

Still, his custom super-charged holy ashes shell worked like an airburst bomb, covering a wide swath of the battlefield's core.

Chances were Ka'Bandha wouldn't escape.

As the horned Bloodthirster hurtled closer, a reek of blood and decay whipped across the battlefield, carrying the stench of war and portents of doom.

Saint Celestine tensed. That Bloodthirster was staggeringly powerful; she could scarcely face it in her present condition.

Rarely would anyone attempt to withstand a Bloodthirster's fully unleashed attack.

Yet she saw no trace of defense from the figure standing before her—only unwavering conviction, even a hint of contempt toward the daemon.

It stirred her curiosity.

Just how strong was this mysterious being the daemons called the Daemon-Eater?

In a daze, the silver-haired angel heard that rasping yet gentle voice again, laced with a faint note of temptation:

"My angel, would you like to behold a holy sun?"

(End of Chapter)

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