[{"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-175":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},1680945,2147,"Chapter 175 - 176: The Figure on the Throne","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>Halis vented his fury, and the floor gained several more lifeless bodies of his servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he lost control of his emotions, the mechanical throne that had become part of his body always became difficult to restrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical arms embedded in the throne strangled the fragile and beautiful servants at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no one paid any attention to this. It was commonplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These servants were nothing more than disposable commodities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martila, with its population in the trillions, had an endless supply of such attendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, before the last servant could be killed, Halis managed to suppress his emotions and offered a rare apology:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apologies, my dear...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger always clouds my judgment. I despise this feeling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He controlled the mechanical arms to release the trembling girl and gestured for her to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Your Majesty~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl stifled her fear, bowed shakily, and retreated into the service palace behind the mechanical throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that did not mean she was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this mercurial monarch, death could descend upon her at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaughter and terror were the tools Halis wielded to maintain his rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He firmly believed that only through fear could governance endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regaining his composure, Halis smiled and inquired of the court officials and nobles how to deal with the cursed rebels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officials, whose hearts had been racing, began to steady themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wracked their brains to propose strategies, hoping to please their ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who dared to offer half-hearted answers, or allowed Halis to suspect insincerity, would be courting death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disloyalty was an unforgivable crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, I propose we immediately dispatch the entire fleet to utterly destroy Urth!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the mechanical throne, a corpulent noble bellowed with feigned zeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other courtiers exchanged disdainful glances at his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speaker belonged to House Evira, infamous for its sycophants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through shameless flattery, this noble had secured Halis' favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpulent noble continued his impassioned rhetoric:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only by making the traitors pay in blood can Your Majesty's majesty and invincibility be displayed—be inviolable?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-sentence, he suddenly caught sight of Halis' serpentine glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble broke into a cold sweat, stammering incoherently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had His Majesty disapproved of his suggestion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrified, he collapsed to his knees, trembling, no longer daring to meet Halis' gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis shifted his focus elsewhere, listening to other proposals:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deploy reconnaissance ships to Urth to assess the enemy's strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enhance the planetary defense arrays and impose high-intensity surveillance on the capital system to prevent enemy raids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, all armed forces were to prepare for war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discussing the various matters, Halis waved for the court to be dismissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everyone had left, the vast royal court was silent, leaving only Halis seated on the mechanical throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn traitors! How did they do it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis gritted his teeth, his eyes flickering with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet that had been annihilated included three cruisers and over twenty frigates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a force ranked among Martila's top military powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it had been obliterated without a sound!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This indicated that Urth possessed the might to destroy a fleet of such magnitude. Sending out a battleship fleet was the only way to suppress them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furious as he was, Halis found himself at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wanted to dispatch the fleet and obliterate Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the use of the Warp, it would take four to five years—or even longer—to reach and return from Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sending the fleet away would leave his planet vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor could he accompany the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he left the planet, who could say whether it would still be his upon his return?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scheming nobles, damned cultists, and rebellious peasants always sought to usurp his rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fantasized about killing them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis didn't even dare step away from his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numerous assassination attempts had left scars on his body, forcing him to rely on mechanical augmentations to sustain his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow of those experiences haunted him, amplifying his paranoia and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had it all begun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting quietly, he reflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, Halis Marlo, a prodigy of House Marlo, had once been a beloved sector governor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benevolent and rational, he was ambitious and determined to bring prosperity to his sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for an enhanced governor, managing a sector of ten planets was far more challenging than he had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But despite the burden, Halis had relished his duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed his genius could fulfill the Emperor's mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ominous prophecy about the tyrant of House Marlo meeting a grim fate on the throne?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't a tyrant. If he were to die, it would be from exhaustion on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That absurd prophecy would end with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Halis' governance, the Goli Sector did indeed flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life improved for its inhabitants, who began to praise him as a compassionate ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at some point, Terra's Administratum raised the sector's tithe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis had written to question this, asking whether the increase was reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reply was curt: the sector's development warranted greater contributions to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't argue against this. Nor did he have the authority to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crushing weight of Imperial taxation brought Halis to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his best efforts, the deficit persisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cope, he abolished his labor laws and imposed harsher conditions on the populace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burden spread across every planet in the sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-intensity labor, plummeting incomes, and escalating taxes became the norm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compounding the issue, many workers were conscripted into the Astra Militarum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Famines emerged in some regions, and people began to starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though protests were inevitable, Halis had no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only recourse was to deploy the PDF and Astra Militarum to suppress revolts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But uprisings grew in number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate, Halis petitioned the Administratum for leniency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The response was mocking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell the greenskins, the Tyranids, or the Chaos forces to cause less damage to Imperial fleets and soldiers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The letter also brought Imperial law enforcement oversight to his sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left with no choice, he continued to enforce harsh measures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As protests surged within the hive cities, he found their cries irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dismantled his educational reforms, replacing schools with chapels devoted to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, only blind faith could pacify the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignorance is a virtue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Halis believed that only the divine Emperor could save them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the situation worsened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The populace cursed him as a tyrant, reviving the dreadful prophecy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tyrant of the Goli Sector would meet a grisly end upon the throne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under mounting pressure, Halis could no longer sleep, even with medication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he did, nightmares plagued him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dreamed of traitors reveling as he lay bleeding on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paranoia consumed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn't the people understand him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uprisings multiplied. Even nobles openly opposed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis, helpless and hopeless, prayed to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great Emperor, I am lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please, guide me on the right path...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his prayers went unanswered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair took root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under immense pressure, Halis stumbled over his prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the cold cosmos became warm and inviting, and his pleas were answered—again and again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst his confusion, Halis witnessed a magnificent entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering figure sat upon a brass throne...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Check Out My Patreon For +20 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!!][[email protected]\u002Fzaelum]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[+500 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thank You For Your Support!]\u003C\u002Fp>",1214,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6a6ef408a6e9dc0c89b39a9cfc97d382b8546f43a1364eca2a6462031438215","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-176","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-174",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]