[{"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-176":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},1680946,2147,"Chapter 176 - 177: Revelation from the Blood God","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-176",176,"\u003Cp>Was the colossal crimson figure seated on the brass throne the Emperor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the lost and helpless Halis, all he sought was an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to know the path forward, a way to escape his current plight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magnificent entity said nothing, yet Halis received the answers he longed for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every question he posed was met with a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answers were startlingly simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What should I do about those ignorant and ungrateful peasants?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How should I deal with the rebellious opposition?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What should I do about the problems I can't solve?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill, kill, kill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each prayer, every problem found a perfect solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the guidance of this great being, Halis dramatically expanded his secret intelligence agency and suppression forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed the rebellious populace with ironclad resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who dared to protest, even with a single word, was dragged to the execution platform and publicly beheaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He encouraged citizens to report acts of disloyalty. Failure to report was treated as equal guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those audacious enough to riot, bloody massacres followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads rolled in droves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people were stricken with fear, silenced into compliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They toiled harder than ever because even slacking or striking was deemed disloyalty to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppression forces routinely identified and executed the lazy, along with their families, on the execution platforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results were effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tax revolts were quelled, and production resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reduced population and the increased supply of corpse-starch helped mitigate the famine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these measures, Halis was able to meet the Imperium's tax demands on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the exceptional enforcement of the tithes, exceeding expectations in quality, Halis even received commendations from the Imperial authorities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized how easy it was to solve problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Governance became remarkably simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All it took was killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the nobles dared not oppose him publicly anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opposition was silently executed by the palace guards Halis had secretly created.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every problem seemed solvable through slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the people's gaze toward him changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hatred and rage gave way to sheer terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis dismissed this as a necessary cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no obstacles left, the sector began to show signs of recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Famine subsided, xenos invasions were repelled, and while the people suffered under brutal conditions, they no longer starved in the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cost was only the lives of some.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this peace was fleeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppressed anger eventually turned against Halis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles and rebels united, launching multiple assassination attempts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried poisoning, shootings, bombings—nothing was off the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During one inspection, suicide bombers armed with high-yield explosives attacked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Halis survived them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the traitors succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin was someone he trusted most—his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never realized when she had been turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their bedroom, she plunged a poisoned blade into his body as he slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp pain jolted Halis awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his beloved wife, he saw only hatred, madness, and fear in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\" he asked, his voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She screamed in fury, stabbing him over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die, you tyrant!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, all she wanted was to slay the monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his anger, Halis strangled her to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't comprehend why his beloved had betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, he recalled vaguely that he had executed many of her relatives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reasons escaped him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter anymore. She was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling, Halis tried to call for help but found himself paralyzed, his voice silenced by the wound in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bedroom was sealed at night, and the palace guards stationed outside the door remained unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alarm system had been disabled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant no help would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis lay in excruciating pain, awaiting death in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt aggrieved and indignant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn't the people understand his struggles?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why can't these damned peasants see the challenges the sector faces?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't those corrupt, indolent nobles deserve death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should we abandon taxation and conscription, allowing xenos to ravage the sector?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without me, the great Marlo IX, this planet would suffer far greater losses!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis was no fool. He had reviewed countless records of planetary collapses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that without change, the Goli Sector would eventually meet the same fate as countless other Imperial worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the twin pressures of taxation and invasion, it would be annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then no one would survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Goli Sector needs its ruler. I cannot die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This conviction kept him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clung to life, enduring agonizing hours until the palace guards, noticing something amiss, discovered him the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis was rushed for emergency treatment, surviving through sheer willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the severe injuries and poison had irreparably destroyed his circulatory system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became reliant on mechanical life-support systems and developed an overwhelming fear of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, Halis never left the mechanical throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body grew grotesquely obese, barely human in shape, sinking deep into the massive throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing five meters tall, the throne was equipped with advanced life-support systems, intricate defensive arrays, and weapons. No one could assassinate him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't enough. He needed more powerful warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only through more slaughter and fear could his safety be guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millions were conscripted under the guise of the tithe, dying in secret experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the success rate was abysmal, Halis managed to create more palace guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned for a larger purge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the Imperium ostensibly refrained from interfering in the governor's rule, Halis' erratic behavior was reported, catching the attention of the Inquisition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Inquisitor arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Inquisitorial vessel hovered over Martila, Halis grew uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, the ship departed shortly after landing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one could trace its navigation records, they would discover the Inquisitor had rerouted to Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, he perished in a Warp storm triggered by the Great Rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrival of the Rift severed the sector's connection to the Imperium, leaving the Goli Sector to face Chaos and xenos alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Chaos energies surging, cults and uprisings proliferated on Martila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halis suddenly realized the dreadful prophecy was coming true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To survive, he had to consolidate his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the name of the sector governor, Halis convened officials from all Imperial institutions on the planet to discuss countermeasures against the Warp calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the banquet following the meeting, a brutal massacre ensued. Blood soaked the white carpets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Halis seized absolute control of the sector and its fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opposition was thoroughly purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his rule, the Goli Sector would continue to survive and develop. No one could challenge his authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest threat to his rule had appeared—the governor of Urth, Eden Grant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That damned upstart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the empty palace, Halis roared from his mechanical throne, his voice a distorted electronic echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled vague impressions of Eden Grant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had once followed Urth's former governor to a banquet on Martila—a lecherous, frivolous, useless fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he developed such terrifying power in just over a decade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And wasn't Urth already in decline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ease Martila's tax burden, Halis had secretly shifted much of the sector's taxes onto Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't fathom the changes on Urth, but one thing was certain—war was coming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed more power to suppress the growing rebellions and face the impending war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black-robed Tech-Priest entered the palace, bowing beneath the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice brimmed with excitement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you finally ready to initiate the plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swear upon the Blood God, you shall have the most perfect bloodthirsty warriors!\"\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>",1277,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","34ddde4a4ba585dba8d4fb839a32d1e3f30e90ef8c30fc9cfb0ec9ac90ca4c41","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-177","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-175",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]