[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-153":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1680923,2147,"Chapter 153 - 154: The Joyful Greenskins","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-153",153,"\u003Cp>An Unknown Ship\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exterior of the monstrous warship was an amalgamation of scrap metal and spikes, haphazardly cobbled together like a junkyard's fever dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some parts of the hull weren't even welded but held together by thick iron wires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the warship sped through the warp, it swayed violently in every direction, as if it might fall apart at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveling through the warp on such a ship would instill terror in anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was akin to performing reckless stunts in the face of Death itself, with the risk of being obliterated entirely at any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the passengers aboard this grotesque vessel showed no fear. Instead, they bellowed joyfully, \"Waaagh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Orks, one of the most fearsome species in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship was packed with an entire Ork warband, a disaster no human civilization could easily withstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks, often mockingly referred to as \"greenskins,\" were warrior creations of the Old Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their appearance resembled savage, humanoid beasts, but their true nature was that of a highly adaptive psychic fungus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks were extraordinarily resilient, with bodies that could withstand injuries fatal to humans, often brushing them off as mere scratches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made Orks unique was their psychic nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Ork was a natural-born psyker, yet their psychic network functioned independently of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they operated on a localized \"Waaagh-field,\" a form of collective psychic resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When enough Orks believed in something, their collective psychic power could manifest it into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This power, humorously dubbed the \"I Reckon\" force, could turn the absurd into the achievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Orks believed that winning battles made them stronger, while losers were pitiful weaklings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This belief caused a feedback loop in their psychic field, enabling physical growth or even evolutionary changes after victories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, Orks that suffered defeat or couldn't fight would weaken and shrink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mantra was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're born to fight and win!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks' reproduction was as astounding as their physiology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adult Orks unconsciously spread spores into their surroundings. These spores grew into massive fungal colonies, incubating Ork embryos in subterranean root pods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once matured, these Orks would claw their way to the surface, ready for battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spore-based reproduction meant Orks were almost impossible to eradicate. Killing one often led to many more sprouting up in its place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without high-temperature weapons to destroy the spores, fighting Orks often resulted in \"the more you kill, the more they grow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their brutish demeanor, Orks were surprisingly cunning and possessed advanced technological knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Ones had encoded vast amounts of technical expertise into their genetic ancestors, allowing them to adapt and battle enemies with any level of technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Orks fought, they continuously learned and unlocked new technological capabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their technology, however crude, was highly effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ork Mekboys could cobble together functional machinery using scrap and sheer belief, powered by the \"I Reckon\" force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, an Ork armed with a club could, over time, scavenge parts to create firearms, armored vehicles, or even massive warships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most brilliant Mekboys could construct battle satellites—massive orbital stations capable of housing entire armies and functioning as weapons of mass destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Orks, life revolved around fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They viewed death not as a tragedy but as a natural part of their violent existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their philosophy was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight more, grow more boyz, and build bigger dakka!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork way of life was an endless cycle of battling, looting, and celebrating their victories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For other species, however, they were a green-skinned apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you spotted a single greenskin, it was likely there were thousands more nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only viable option was to flee, or call for reinforcements from the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even the Imperial Navy couldn't handle the threat, an Exterminatus might be the only solution—if there was still time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Onboard the 10-kilometer-long Ork warshipKool Krusha,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering Ork, over three meters tall, stood by an observation window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clad in oversized exoskeletal armor, this was Big Klaw Ura, the Warboss of the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biggest, baddest, and greenest of them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the name \"Big Klaw,\" it was a tribute to the massive yellow claw on his armor, stained with blood—a weapon capable of cutting through Terminator armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This iconic weapon was crafted by a team of Mekboys under Ura's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having devastated an agricultural planet upon his ascension, Ura wasn't satisfied with such a \"small-scale\" Waaagh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought greater battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading his warband, he boarded theKool Krushaand set out on an epic Waaagh-crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ura squinted, not from thought, but because the Warp winds were strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's right—theKool Krushawasn't sealed. The observation window lacked protective alloy glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with a Gellar Field and shields in place, energy storms seeped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, a group of Gretchin scuttled forward, trembling as they carried a large map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them squealed as a gust of wind swept it into the ship's power turbines, turning it into mush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest pressed on, more terrified of Ura than the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, they reached him, laying the map at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ura grabbed it and kicked the Gretchin away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted at the map—a chaotic mess of doodles and star system markers on parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh!\" Ura roared, frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go fight there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jabbed a finger at a random spot, puncturing the map, and handed it to a Mekboy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mekboy glanced at it, shoved it at the Gretchin, and clanked off to the helm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter if they understood the map. The \"I Reckon\" force would guide them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone could decipher the map, they would see Ura's chosen target: the Goliath Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alarmingly close to Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Urth, this spelled disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TheKool Krushaveered sharply, speeding toward its destination...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Check Out My Patreon For +20 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!! For Only $5!!][[email protected]\u002Fzaelum]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[+500 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thank You For Your Support!]\u003C\u002Fp>",978,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","b1c7c2e5cf9adcc0d2432041b87a9cf18d053866e127e3339c899fe8d30e2fa1","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-154","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-152",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]