[{"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-198":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},1680968,2147,"Chapter 198 - 199: Can We Be Redeemed?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-198",198,"\u003Cp>Boom—Boom—Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive tanks rumbled forward, crushing the pavement beneath their treads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the \"Poisonfang Harris Mk III\" super-heavy tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of these monstrous war machines stood nearly five meters tall, armed with high-caliber Poisonfang cannons and multiple heavy machine gun emplacements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single Poisonfang tank was a walking fortress, capable of wiping out an entire enemy battalion on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever they appeared, destruction followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entire city blocks had been reduced to rubble under their bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People had come to fear them as the steel devils of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the ragtag rebel forces found themselves completely surrounded by these steel devils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet— there was no cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowhere to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair gripped their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, no one knew what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click, click—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Poisonfang tanks adjusted their cannons, aiming directly at the rebels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark, gaping barrels of the main guns stared at them like the eyes of a devil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Poisonfang cannon fired, landing in the midst of the rebel ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion sent shrapnel flying in every direction—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those closest to the blast vanished in an instant, torn to bloody pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those further away collapsed, screaming in agony as jagged fragments ripped through flesh and bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of shells rained down on the rebel formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaaaahhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams of the dying filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror spread through the ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the tyrant's towering hologram watching over them and the unstoppable tanks bearing down on them, the rebels began to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like divine punishment—the retribution of the tyrant for their betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even turned to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden explosion shook the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the super-heavy tanks erupted into flames, its metal carcass smoking in ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a Balcony Overlooking the Street\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, bare-chested man stood holding a smoking rocket launcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments ago, he had fired an anti-tank round—hitting the Poisonfang directly in its barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tank had detonated from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown had an uncanny instinct for battle, always finding unexpected ways to destroy the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had single-handedly wiped out entire armored platoons in past battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had risen so quickly as a leader of the rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some whispered that he might one day become a new legend of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, the battlefield fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to the burning wreckage of the super-heavy tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope rekindled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steel devils were not invincible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown raised his voice in a thunderous roar:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cry echoed through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the rebels joined in the chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fear melted away, replaced by a renewed fighting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged forward once more, pushing toward the heart of Central Avenue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the surrounding buildings, rebel gunners emerged—armed with anti-tank weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple Poisonfang tanks were struck and destroyed by concentrated fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown fired another rocket, taking down yet another tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he ducked to reload—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrible sense of danger washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he activated his jump pack and launched himself into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he moved—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barrage of artillery shells obliterated the balcony he had just been standing on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire building collapsed into rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had escaped in time, the blast radius was wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shrapnel filled the air, hurtling toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a split second, Brown activated a device on his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint energy shield flickered into existence, deflecting the deadly fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn... that was close.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't the first time he'd been in such a life-or-death moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it never stopped his heart from racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank the Savior for energy shielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These force field generators had been given to the rebels by the Saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though simplified and mass-produced, they were lifesaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they had limited duration and had to be manually activated, they were still priceless survival tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most elite assault troops were now equipped with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown and his shock troops pressed their attack on the remaining tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repression forces launched a counteroffensive, backed by their armored behemoths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels were forced back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been so close to breaking through—but now, they were being pushed back step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown watched as the enemy tightened their encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands clenched into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them, the towering hologram of Tyrant Harris loomed over the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent, mocking specter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to laugh at their foolish defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the hologram remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown had ordered his troops to destroy the projection system—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was protected by multiple energy shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their attacks had been useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the Enemy's Frontline\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a heavily armored command vehicle, a fat, smug high-ranking official lounged in comfort, watching the battle unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels had fallen into his trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already, he was thinking about how to claim credit before Lord Harris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had personally executed cowardly officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had deployed the Poisonfangs without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be the one to eradicate the largest rebel force in the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a lazy wave of his hand, he issued his next command:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Order a full charge. Have the commissars execute anyone who hesitates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repression troops were demoralized and tired of this war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lacked the will to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fear could drive them forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, under threat of execution, the imperial soldiers charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels collapsed further, losing a quarter of their forces in mere minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory was assured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat official smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his personal communicator, preparing to report his success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a moment, he relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyrant was probably... busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps indulging in his pleasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Battlefield\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels fought desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were losing ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, despite everything, they held on to hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They prayed for the Savior's arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remembered the words from the Sacred Codex:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the darkest hour, keep faith, and the Savior shall appear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown rejoined Fran, the Saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at him, his voice filled with doubt:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Saint... do you think we can still be saved?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments ago, he had received a message from the hive's network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Brown and nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. We will all be saved.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his words fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central plaza changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering hologram of the Tyrant flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its voice distorted into static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was filled with a shrill, unnatural noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—both sides stopped fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver had hacked the broadcast system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new image appeared on the hologram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hymns of the Savior echoed across the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his armored vehicle, the fat official froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smug face twisted in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed his commander, shaking him violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destroy it! NOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Poisonfang tanks adjusted their cannons, aiming at the hologram projector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—Boom—Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fired.\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>",1208,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","986faa3f097a26dbe6a041906cc1a415c3dc91b208cfa124696124df1fca9b8b","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-199","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-197",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]