Starting from the Planetary Governor-Chapter 1613 - 912

Gu Hang’s gaze pierced through the dome of the administrative hall, and a star map projection emerged in his psychic vision. Thousands of flickering dots represented the territory of the Alliance, each slight tremor affecting his nerves. He raised his left hand, tracing a silver trajectory in the void, as the defense deployment data stream of the Oberon Star Zone cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Governor, Commander Martins requests an audience." The mechanical servant’s voice was tinged with electrical static.

The holographic projection automatically expanded as the voice fell, showing a man dressed in black gold power armor kneeling on one knee. Gu Hang noticed the Phoenix emblem on the man’s chest armor shimmered with an unnatural blue—an energy overflow from the fusion of Genetic Seeds and alien organs.

"Rise." Gu Hang’s psychic tendrils swept across the projection, synchronizing tremors three hundred light-years away with his physical body. He squinted slightly—Martins’ biomagnetic field strength had already reached 37.6% of the Primordial Body, an 8 percentage point increase from the data three months ago.

As Martins stood, the metal floor groaned under the weight. When he removed his helmet, Gu Hang saw that his supposedly resolute face was covered with dark golden veins, and his left eye was entirely occupied by a crystalline substance. "Father, the Subspace tides of the Seventh Star Chain have shown abnormal pulsations, the Intelligence Director detected..." He suddenly clutched his throat, psychic sparks bursting like arcs at his vocal cords.

Gu Hang’s Golden Throne suddenly illuminated, thirteen rune chains piercing through the void. When the chains wrapped around the projection, Martins’s true body at the Sentinel Fortress abruptly ceased its convulsions, and the rampant energy was forcibly suppressed back into his body.

"How many times has this happened?" Gu Hang’s fingertips tapped on the data pad, the latest medical report indicating Martins’s genetic chain breakdown rate had accelerated fourfold. The holographic star map suddenly shook violently, a label at the edge of the Oberon Star Zone turning a glaring crimson.

Martins wiped the black blood from his mouth: "Since the clearing of the Green Skins’ WAAAGH!!! energy field last month, every time I use psychic power..." His voice abruptly stopped, as Gu Hang’s psychic projection had already appeared in the medical chamber of the Sentinel Fortress. The real sense of oppression made all medical servitors simultaneously kneel, and the alarm sounds of the life support equipment instantly fell silent.

Gu Hang’s palm rested on the damaged power armor, slicing through the molecules with surgical precision. At the molecular level, he saw the spiral structures from ancient genetic libraries devouring Martins’s primordial cells, as an evolution beyond design was taking place. Suddenly, a fragment of memory not belonging to human genetics intruded into his consciousness—the scene of The Emperor debugging the Primordial Body at the Himalaya Laboratory.

"Father?" Martins’ call pulled him back to reality. As Gu Hang withdrew his hand, the ceramic steel walls of the medical chamber were already covered with frost, with six units of the Thinker Array billowing smoke from overload.

"Prepare to execute the ’Twilight Protocol’." Gu Hang’s voice caused the temperature of the entire fortress to drop ten degrees. As he turned, where his cloak swept, the air condensed into tiny psychic crystals falling. "Three standard days later, I want to see the complete Ninth Battle Group at the Crying Star System."

As the governor’s projection dissipated, Martins reached towards the crystalline proliferation on his chest. Those mutations that should have been lethal at this moment conveyed warmth, much like the Genetic Seeds injected when he was near death twenty years ago. The medical servitors began dismantling the restraints on his body, unaware that in the Battle Group Leader’s mutated left eye, reflections of stars slowly rotated.

Meanwhile, the edge of the Crying Star System’s space suddenly tore open. Thirteen warships resembling skeletons leaped out of Subspace, their bows engraved with weeping skulls. Ion trails dragged a million-kilometer-long sickly green light strip in the vacuum. In the command room of the leading warship, a wizard in a crimson robe plunged a dagger into a living star map, the sacrificed navigator uttering a final scream.

"Greetings from the plunderer Abaddon." The wizard licked the brain matter from the dagger, and beneath his feet the metal deck suddenly grew flesh textures. "Tell the Black Heart King we’ve found the ’key’ in the Crying Star System."

The alerts from deep-space probes had yet to reach the Alliance’s central hub when Gu Hang was already in the strategic command room. His pupils split into countless golden points, each reflecting the real-time battle situation of different Star Domains. As his consciousness touched the Crying Star System, the familiar decaying stench from a millennium ago felt in the Terra Palace’s chaotic malice made his psychic projection sway violently.

"Governor!" The emergency communication channel simultaneously echoed the voices of seven Star Sector Governors. "All Subspace beacons of the Seventh Star Chain have failed!" "Unknown energy fluctuations detected in the Oberon Star Zone!" "Border outposts detected..."

Gu Hang raised his hand, quelling all alarms. The Golden Throne began to seep liquid psychic energy. The holographic projection of the Alliance’s territory reconstructed before him, billions of data streams converging into a clear strategic situation—this was no conventional invasion. Chaos forces were simultaneously impacting twelve key nodes, with the real killing blow hiding in the Crying Star System’s gravitational lensing area.

"Initiate the ’Zero Protocol’." His command was directly written into the infrastructure code of every Star Zone’s mainframe. "All civilian ships must immediately perform forced warp, fleets above the rank of War Scepter converge towards the Third Star Chain."

As the final word fell, Gu Hang’s entity was already standing on the bridge of the orbital fortress "Iron Dominion." Through armored portholes, he saw the Ninth Battle Group led by Martins completing final warp preparations. Those warriors genetically enhanced bore varying degrees of mutations, but their battle formations still perfectly adhered to the ancient tenets of the Emperor’s Holy Scripture.

"Father." Martins’s communication channel was filled with persistent background noise—that was his Genetic Seeds resonating with Subspace. "The Intelligence Director deciphered part of the signal... the enemy might be searching for the ’Primordial Well.’

Gu Hang’s psychic scan swept over the warship’s database, finding that forbidden coordinate encrypted seventy layers in the memory bank. The Subspace rift sealed by The Emperor himself a millennium ago was now rhythmically pulsating deep within the Crying Star System. He suddenly understood the true objective of this raid—Chaos forces sought to replicate the grandeur of the Horus Heresy, attempting to directly pollute the foundational structure of the physical universe through the Primordial Well.

"Correct course, target changed to NGC-4414 collateral nebula." Gu Hang’s directive elicited a scream of terror from the navigator, showing a massive skull symbol marked at that region. "Martins, prepare to initiate the ’Little Primordial Body Protocol.’

As the warship began to turn, everyone saw a phantom halo appear behind the governor. This wasn’t a simple manifestation of psychic energy but the superimposition of projections from countless parallel timelines. In that instant, Martins seemed to see a golden giant with a face resembling Gu Hang combating a Chaos Demon in the halo, a memory from ancient genes within him.

Deep within the Crying Star System, the Chaos Fleet had already torn open the curtain of reality. A wizard stood at the bow, transforming vacuum into a viscous flesh swamp with the skull magic wand in hand. Suddenly, all instrument panels simultaneously burst with sparks, and the observation windows of the bridge were filled with a certain golden light.

"Impossible..." The wizard’s scream turned into a hoarse gasp, seeing Gu Hang’s fleet directly emerge from the Subspace rift. More frighteningly, the psychic patterns flowing on the surface of those warships were converting surrounding Chaos Energy into pure physical laws.

Martins’s assault ship completed the warp first, his power armor already connected to the ship’s nervous system. When the landing hatch opened, warriors saw the Battle Group Leader’s left eye turning into a pure psychic torch, the muscle enhanced by Genetic Seeds tearing the shoulder armor. "For Humanity!" His battle cry triggered a chain resonance, the mutations in all warriors simultaneously glowing blue.

Gu Hang suspended on the command throne of the flagship, his psychic powers reconstructing the physical rules of the battlefield. The curses cast by the Chaos wizard transformed into fundamental energy upon contact with the Alliance Fleet, yet Martins’s warriors moved effortlessly in the vacuum—this was the hidden trump card of the Little Primordial Body Plan, anchoring reality at the genetic level to counter Subspace pollution.

"Governor! Energy eruption detected from the Primordial Well!" The science officer’s voice carried desperation. "Readings have already surpassed..."

Gu Hang suddenly stood, the Golden Throne disintegrating under overload. His flesh began to quantumize, each cell releasing energy comparable to a supernova explosion. In his final rational moments, he saw the shadow of The Emperor—the decrepit frame seated upon the Golden Throne now bestowing a smile of approval.

"Martins." Gu Hang’s voice directly resonated in all warriors’ minds. "Remember, you are more than a weapon..." His words were cut off by fierce energy fluctuations, his entire being transforming into a golden light spear that pierced straight to the core of the Primordial Well.

The Battle Group Leader watched that light, his mutated left eye suddenly shedding blood tears. His Genetic Seeds trembled madly as the primordial combat instincts awakened completely. When the Chaos flagship vaporized in the golden light, Martins heard the ancient call within his blood—from humanity’s most glorious age, the war horn.