[{"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-199":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},1680969,2147,"Chapter 199 - 200: We’ve Hit the Jackpot—A Sea of Hope Energy!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-199",199,"\u003Cp>Bzzzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protective energy field around the holographic projector flickered and trembled under the relentless bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small force field generators, meant to shield the device, were never designed to withstand sustained heavy artillery fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks burst from the machinery at the projector's base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy field dimmed—one more volley, and it would collapse entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One more round of fire, and it's done for!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the armored command vehicle, a high-ranking official stared at the flickering projection, his bloodshot eyes wide with desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands trembled as he watched the impossible image being broadcast—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harris, dead, slumped upon his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, Lord Harris can't be dead! This must be... some trick! Some traitorous deception!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept repeating it in his mind, trying to convince himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Central Plaza\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repression troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone—stared in shock at the broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had prayed for the tyrant's death countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now that they saw it with their own eyes—it felt unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were on the holographic image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, the only sound was the pounding artillery against the shielded projector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the smoke cleared, the Poisonfang tanks prepared their final salvo to destroy the device completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new figure emerged on the screen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden Grant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clad in gleaming golden armor, crowned with a radiant halo of divine fire, and with angelic wings of light extending from his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the lifeless corpse of Harris remained slumped on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deep gaze swept across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaze of divine authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to the screen, waiting for the words of their prophesied deliverer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden spoke, his voice carrying the weight of destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Harris, the Tyrant, is dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of shock rolled across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I declare this world liberated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words boomed across the planet, carried through every broadcasting device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—he issued an ultimatum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To the soldiers of the Tyrant's army: Lay down your weapons. Seek mercy while it is still offered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—his final decree:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rejoice, people of Matira! Your suffering has ended!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plaza exploded with cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down hardened warriors' faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted his name, releasing years of pent-up suffering and rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—more voices joined in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same cheers echoed from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transmission had spread to every major population center on the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world had heard the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world had seen the proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the entire world now celebrated its freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The riot control troops—the soldiers of Harris's regime—looked at one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncertainty spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more dropped their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the command vehicle, the high-ranking official screamed in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why aren't they firing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Order the cannons to destroy that damned hologram—NOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander's voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The artillery crews refuse to fire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then EXECUTE THEM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The commissars refuse as well, sir. They... they believe Harris is truly dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the roars of celebration from the crowd filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-ranking officers inside the command center turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their wealth, their power, their very lives had depended on Harris's reign of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that reign was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if—by some miracle—Harris wasn't truly dead, it wouldn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his rule was built on fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that fear had just collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through security feeds, the high-ranking officer saw it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The riot troops had fully surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the commissars—who once executed deserters—were now turning their guns on loyalist officers who refused to stand down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official slumped into his luxurious, jewel-encrusted chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fat body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes squeezed shut as he whispered to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's over... it's all over...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers could surrender and be spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he, as a high-ranking enforcer, was doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers he once commanded would soon turn their weapons on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a chill run down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants—his personal aides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had hatred in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reached for their guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-what are you doing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're betraying Lord Harris!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a panic, he reached for his pistol—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his terror, he fumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gun slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw the muzzles of lasguns pointed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bowels loosened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs gave out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zap! Zap! Zap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarlet beams pierced flesh, burning through the servants instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commanding officer had fired first, killing them before they could pull their triggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-well done!\" The official stammered, trying to regain his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"T-those traitors deserved to die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the commander turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled in his hollow eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We've already lost... it's over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his weapon to his own chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goodbye, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His headless body collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for a gun to end his own life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels burst into the command vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and his fellow loyalist officers were dragged into the plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were forced to kneel before the people they had oppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wept, begging for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their crimes were unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justice was served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...And it took hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his temporary command center, Eden reviewed battle reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the broadcast complete, surrender reports flooded in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly all of Harris's army had laid down their arms, begging for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The planet was his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of divine energy flooded into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred million units of faith energy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His core of divine power had ascended once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could now expand his influence across multiple worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could savor his victory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A message from Deville arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inquisition had found a cultist stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were performing a ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying ritual.\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>",1028,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","230b9718a783fe332017cac5404e96853a5c015be165b492bdd0fdf8e63aa7da","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-200","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-198",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]