Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 891

Chapter 884, Escape

Maeve Nel and Grey Knights Grand Master Changting, though unaware of Gu Jing’s intentions, were already helpless in the face of the current situation. They

were able to hold the line for now simply because they had so little time. If they delayed any longer, and their forces became exhausted, and their ammunition and casualties reached critical levels, they would collapse in the blink of an eye.

Since Gu Jing acted as if he had a solution, they should trust him.

Gu Jing’s psychic energy traced countless sorcerous runes in the void, and the Lord of Change’s wings suddenly expanded to a hundred meters. Maeve Nel and Grey Knights Grand Master Changting simultaneously channeled their psychic energy into the core of the formation, sending silver-white flames surging along the rune veins.

Under Gu Jing’s guidance and informed by the Lord of Change’s analysis, the combined might of these three powerful psychics unleashed a powerful force.

All forty-four visible Warp rifts on the battlefield were instantly sealed.

Gu Jing’s move went directly to the root of the problem.

Chang Ting and Maeve Nel were stunned.

Everyone knew that sealing the Warp rift was the fundamental solution to the current problem.

But achieving this was incredibly difficult.

The cause of the Warp rift must be outside the Webway. Countless great demons had been drawn in, ripping through the Webway’s barriers and commanding an endless stream of demonic armies.

The Webway, nestled between the veil of the Warp and the real universe, was primarily concerned with secrecy. But once secrecy was breached and their location was discovered, nothing could help them.

After all, under such intense and intense attention, even the sturdy veil of reality would be torn, let alone the far more fragile Webway barrier within the gap.

How could the rift be sealed without addressing the great demons still outside the Webway?

But Gu Jing clearly wasn’t going to do that.

No matter how powerful he was, even with the combined might of the Grey Knights’ Grand Master and the Eldar’s God-Engine, he couldn’t instantly repel an incalculable number of Archdaemons.

Therefore, Gu Jing’s strategy must have been to specifically identify the mechanisms responsible for these rifts and strengthen the Webway Barrier, sealing them all.

Rather than confronting the Archdaemons tearing through the barrier head-on, he would leverage their power, using the Webway Barrier itself to counter the Archdaemons’ might.

The scene was breathtaking.

Gu Jing’s precise mastery of the Warp, his swift calculations, and his masterful manipulation of power were truly astonishing.

Presumably, the Lord of Change, who had purified, enslaved, and controlled them in ways they could never have imagined, also played a significant role. On their own

, they simply couldn’t pull off such an operation.

He truly was the blood descendant of the future God.

“Don’t be too happy; we won’t be able to hold them back for long,”

Gu Jing warned them.

“Accelerate the destruction of all demons currently within the Webway and mitigate the interference. Maeve Nel, activate your navigation now. I’ll assist you. We must escape before the Webway barrier is breached again.”

Gu Jing didn’t elaborate on what would happen if he failed.

He was fine, anyway; he could just slip away if

things got tough. Fortunately, everyone else understood the gravity of the situation.

Everyone was fighting tooth and nail.

Rosemond’s holy sword cleaved through the torrent of flesh and steel, while Marshal Xi Rui led the Black Crusaders in a fierce attack. The Grey Knights’ psychic shackles temporarily restrained three of the most violent demons, while Estella’s holy flames formed a flowing wall of fire across the breach in the defenses. Miristine simultaneously assumed command of both the Sisters and the Skitarii. Instead of playing it safe, she launched an all-out, reckless assault, seeking to swiftly eliminate the demonic forces.

Sixteen robotic arms sprang out from Archsage Caul’s portable forging machine, rapidly operating.

A moment later, drones carrying servoskulls swiftly flew out, flying towards each sealed rift.

Flying demons attempted to intercept them, but Cawl’s long-range firepower protected his drones, knocking each terror demon down from mid-air.

Finally, these drones, equipped with disc-shaped mechanical devices, were deployed in a saturation attack, embedding themselves in the nodes of Gu Jing’s psychic matrix used to seal the rifts. They released a rhythmic burst of golden flames, incinerating any demons attempting to break through the barrier from the Webway.

Simultaneously, these devices exerted their power to prolong the blockade.

Buying time was crucial, giving the combined forces of humans and Eldar more opportunities to eliminate the demons.

As the number of demons rapidly decreased, the Warp interference had decreased to a tolerable level.

At this moment, Gu Jing’s psychic energy, guided by Maeve Nel, had already connected to the navigation beacon.

Aerialian cried out, “No! Still no location! We need coordinates from the real universe! Gu Jing needs to return to reality!”

This was obviously impossible. As

soon as Gu Jing left, the blockade collapsed, allowing demons to pour back in, and everything would be for nothing.

But if he didn’t return, he wouldn’t be able to provide a location in the real universe.

It was a vicious cycle.

At this moment, Arelion once again pondered what had happened.

Why had Gu Jing insisted on contacting his father? He could simply agree, leave a beacon, and then quietly return to the real universe, establish the beacon as a beacon. Then they could safely re-establish navigation without alerting the demons in the subspace, much less allowing the situation to escalate to the point of deterioration.

Gu Jing ignored the thought.

He smiled and said, “Why worry about not having coordinates in the real universe? I am the Alliance. With me here, the entire Alliance is here.”

His words were a bit boastful, more like his father’s.

However, since his father had promised, his words could be said to hold some truth.

In an instant, countless coordinates exploded in everyone’s minds.

One moment, the Eldar’s navigation was in chaos, but the next, countless lights appeared in the darkness—what was there to worry about?

On the dark side of the Empire, the tens of thousands of worlds that had been annexed by the Alliance had each become a beacon, allowing the Eldar to correct their position.

And their true destination, the Super Star, was clearly revealed.

It was a miracle!

But this was not the time to marvel.

Princess Arelion summoned all her might, unleashing a terrifying scream. Psychic force propelled the Ark Orrery into the ground, and the webway groaned under the strain.

Threads of silvery aura rapidly extended, continuously connecting every human and Eldar unit.

But at this moment, a previously stable seal on a Warp rift suddenly began to violently tremble.

The voice of a demon lord echoed clearly from beyond the seal. Its sultry voice was distinct and alluring throughout the fierce battlefield.

A moment later, the great daemon forced its way through the seal! The

twelve-meter-tall Slaanesh daemon had a roughly humanoid appearance. The pointed horns on its head resembled those of an argali, and its pale pink skin had a strange shimmer. Its left chest was a beautifully toned pec, its right a full, round b*east, its abs beautifully formed, its legs long, and each pair of arms wielded a magnificent demon blade.

But this was only the appearance of a few determined individuals. For the vast majority, the image of this great demon was the idealized image in their imaginations.

This directly impacted the combat effectiveness of a considerable portion of the human forces.

Under the innate spell of mass enchantment, even those with weaker resolve suddenly switched sides and turned their guns on their companions.

Amidst the chaos, an Eldar cried out in terror, “Shakki! It’s Shakki!”

This was, of course, the name of the Great Daemon.

Shakki might not be the most famous of Slaanesh’s Great Daemons, but he certainly had the most Eldar blood on his hands. For ages, the Eldar have been Slaanesh’s favorite race. To curry Slaanesh’s favor, Shakki has persistently pursued the Eldar, seducing, hunting, and sacrificing countless Eldar souls.

Every appearance of Shakki is a source of deepest nightmare for the Eldar.

Undoubtedly, this Great Daemon, whose existence has outlived the history of the Human Empire, is one of the most powerful under Slaanesh’s command, a true God-Daemon.

Its Eldar-hunting nature has given it an unparalleled interest in hunting down so-called “God-Emissaries” and numerous Eldar elites. Its immense strength allows it to physically “squeeze” into the seal at a crucial moment.

This doesn’t mean the seal is broken;

after its entry, the seal closes again.

Even though its forceful entry had significantly weakened the seal’s strength, it still held.

Even if it were the only one to enter, the impact would be staggering.

Positioning, nearly successful, suddenly became blurry; the silver-white threads that had threatened to cover the entire force, faded in the blink of an eye.

The disruption posed by a single divine demon was more powerful than an entire demonic army.

“Expel it!”

Without Gu Jing’s words, humanity’s most elite commanders and warriors had already made their decision.

The Grey Knights’ Grand Master swiftly issued a call, and the Grey Knights’ anti-psychic measures began to take effect, negating the demon’s mass charm.

The Black Crusaders, with their roaring bolters, gave the demon a warm welcome.

However, ordinary weapons strikes were like showering a demon, posing little threat.

In an instant, the demon, having infiltrated the human ranks, smashed through the Black Crusaders’ shield wall and set its sights squarely on the Eldar hiding among the crowd.

Maeve Neel, in particular, was its primary target.

Quietly, Rosemond struck.

The sword master, silent and silent, had already reached the closest point to the great demon. He charged silently, advancing with incredible speed, swiftly swinging his long-held sacred greatsword.

Only then did the great demon become aware of his presence.

It sensed the threat the sword master posed. With exquisite skill, it wielded four magnificent weapons bestowed by Slaanesh, responding to the blow with exquisite skill. It seemed as if it were dancing, its blades swift and graceful, each swing punctuated by a melodious melody.

However, the great demon’s allure failed to break the sword master’s will, nor could its magnificent sword dance repel him.

For a moment, the two men reached a stalemate!

Although it seemed that Rosemond would quickly lose ground if the fight dragged on,

he wasn’t fighting alone.

His most agile helper arrived first. The Living Saint, radiating a raging holy flame, descended from the sky. Her flaming golden greatsword synergized seamlessly with the Black Sword Master.

Ultimately, it was Gu Jing and Mavenir who delivered the decisive blow.

The two of them stopped focusing on navigation.

The Great Demon’s interference prevented navigation from taking shape; they had to eliminate it first.

Behind Gu Jing, the Myriad Demon Lord swung his staff, sending a surge of psychic force crashing down.

Having previously demonstrated delicate manipulation, he was now capable of unleashing pure psychic v*olence.

Meanwhile, Maeve Nel employed some ancient methods.

As she silently chanted, several scars appeared on the Great Demon’s body.

These were the most significant injuries sustained during the long battles between Shakchi and the Eldar.

“Attack there; it’s its weak spot.”

This message echoed through the minds of every participant.

Simultaneously, she exerted all her psychic power, restraining the Great Demon just as Gu Jing had dazed it.

It’s difficult to restrain a Divine Great Demon for long.

However, a moment was enough.

Under the Sword Saint’s hand, the few wounds from history were fully grasped.

And those few striking strikes inflicted horrific damage.

Shakchi screamed shrilly, its momentum instantly waning.

Gu Jing exerted another force, and psychic power roared out, completely shattering it.

Shakchi was dead.

But it wasn’t completely dead.

Its warp essence hadn’t been captured, and after being killed, it would eventually return from the warp.

However, that time would be measured in at least a century.

At least it couldn’t cause any trouble now.

The interference with the Eldar navigation quickly subsided and resumed function.

The silver thread began to spread again, and the location of the Super Starfish was once again revealed.

Before the seal was about to be broken, they finally completed all preparations.

Inquisitor Miristine ordered the troops to detonate all Holy Blood Grenades to slow the demon’s advance.

Then, the silver starlight engulfed everyone.

Chaotic light and shadows flickered before their eyes, and everyone felt their bodies tumbling.

The physical sensation of forcing a passage through time was definitely not pleasant.

However, when it was all over and everyone fell to the frozen ground, they felt grounded again, and it was so heartbreaking that they couldn’t help but cry.

Finally… finally escaped.

And even more surprising, when they looked up, they could see a giant statue of Robert, the Son of God.

The mother group of the Infinite Warriors, the place where the Son of God was clearly sleeping, Super Starfish, had arrived.

(End of this chapter)