[{"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-206":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},1681026,2147,"Chapter 206 - 207: Throwing a Flashbang into the Brass Fortress?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-206",206,"\u003Cp>[1000PS REACHED!!! Thanks for your support!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's wails echoed through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy radiance burned like a sun piercing the night, growing ever more intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once dark and oppressive Warp portal was now as bright as day, every inch flooded with golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons—once rampaging horrors—were now trapped within the confined space, unable to escape the divine judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloodthirsty cruelty in their eyes vanished, leaving only despair and terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their screams became insignificant in the overwhelming radiance, their twisted forms grotesque under the divine glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their shadows refused to stay with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies began to disintegrate, turning into wisps of black smoke, fading away along with their souls and the very concepts they embodied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the ultimate radiance, the Warp portal twisted and vanished, as if it had never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space returned to what it was meant to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Eden's perspective, he saw the Warp portal flash brightly for a moment, then disappear entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The threat is finally neutralized... but I wonder if the Ash Grenade was enough to kill Ka'Bandha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the holy light erupted, he could sense that only half of the eight Bloodletters had been completely erased, while the rest still struggled in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Ka'Bandha, he had suffered grievous wounds, his agonized howls echoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the lingering damage would be enough to finish off the Exalted Bloodthirster, he had no way of knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining daemon horde stared blankly at the vanished Warp portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their Exalted Bloodthirster and commanders had abandoned them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of unspeakable fear spread through the daemonic ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They realized they now faced the Savior spoken of by the human warriors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That terrifying man!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's gaze swept across the remaining daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated the mechanical enhancements on his golden warplate, drew his power sword, and ignited its flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a god descending from the heavens, he declared to the warriors:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the name of the Emperor, darkness shall be banished, and light shall endure forever!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Eden led the Thunder Guard into a charge, throwing himself into the daemon horde, unleashing absolute slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors, their morale surging, launched an all-out assault on the remaining daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These daemons had already lost the will to fight—they were no longer a threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden cleaved through them, each strike precise and brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the daemons, he was an unstoppable horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The curse! The curse has come!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Marked One!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God, save us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some daemons lost their minds in terror, breaking down before he even reached them, their forms collapsing into nothingness, returning to the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more warriors from the outer battle lines joined the fray, closing the encirclement and slaughtering the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invasion of Matira had reached its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-red clouds churned endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shattered land was pockmarked with deep pits, filled with bones, broken armor, and shattered blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a brutal arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaves, warriors, and ravenous beasts formed endless lines, pushed forward into the pits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, they would fight forever, spilling their lifeblood to earn the favor of Khorne, the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood of the fallen pooled into rivers, feeding into vast crimson lakes, their vapor forming a thick, red mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Realm of Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hell untouched by the light of any star or sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the infernal glow of flames and molten rivers provided the slightest illumination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, slaughter was endless, an eternal cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the daemons dwelling within the Brass Fortress, everything was as it had always been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, no one would dare to intrude upon the Blood God's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, that peace was shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A miniature sun erupted near the Brass Fortress, bathing the surroundings in holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's daemons howled in agony, disintegrating into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if someone had thrown a flashbang into Khorne's throne room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The echoes of daemonic wails reached even the depths of the Brass Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the light faded, shattered daemon bodies crashed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A profound silence fell over the Brass Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a long while, the daemons within felt unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged uncertain glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was that... the power of the Marked One?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A greater daemon of Khorne finally spoke, his deep voice trembling slightly with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, silence once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying being had actually extended his power into the Brass Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought that instilled nothing but dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Brass Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal shadow of blood quivered, its violent energy spilling out, distorting the very space and power within the realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathered daemons bowed their heads, not daring to utter another word, lest they incur Khorne's wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's fury burned within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marked One had dared to extend his reach into His domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a minor incursion was unforgivable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the other Chaos Gods turned their gazes toward Khorne's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marked One's movements had long been a subject of divine scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his power manifesting within the Blood God's domain had drawn their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before their probing gazes could linger, a colossal axe of blood materialized, cleaving through them in a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne severed all eyes upon his domain, issuing a clear warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not allow the disgrace that had unfolded here to be witnessed by the other Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Brass Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Marked One!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha awoke with a violent start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His massive body, battered and broken, twitched as pain flooded his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings were gone, his horns shattered, his flesh riddled with searing burns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his soul had been weakened to an extreme degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marked One's power still lingered within him, burning ceaselessly, causing unimaginable agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even here, within Khorne's domain, where slaughter energies flowed ceaselessly, his body remained too damaged to mend itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, the overwhelming power of bloodshed had saved his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha knew one thing for certain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not returned in time, he would have been erased just like his legions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he felt the Blood God's summons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his fangs, he forced himself upright, dragging his ruined body toward the Brass Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To stand before the Great Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's mind was clouded with exhaustion and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had marched forth with pride, sounding the warhorns of Khorne, only to be crushed the moment he arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even when he had faced Sanguinius had he suffered such a devastating defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had long served Khorne, rising from a lowly sixth-tier daemon to the Exalted Bloodthirster he was today. He had carved a bloody path, amassing countless glories in Khorne's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood the Blood God's temperament well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne despised cowards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relished punishing the weak with the most brutal torments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Khorne's daemons, Ka'Bandha had always been one of the more cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no mindless butcher; he knew that strategic patience often led to greater slaughter than blind rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A temporary failure could always be atoned for with more blood in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, his failure was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a humiliating, unprecedented defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been broken by the energy summoned by the Savior, and his entire army had been annihilated on some insignificant, unknown world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worst of all...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had abandoned his warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without honor. Without dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne would never forgive him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's mind churned with fear as he dragged his ruined form into the grand hall beneath the Brass Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he entered, he felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God's fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a volcanic eruption, burning and unstoppable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God was enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His disgraceful failure would not go unpunished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne might drag him to the peak of the Brass Fortress, flay him alive, and hang his ruined body upon the high walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grim lesson to all daemons:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Ka'Bandha was nothing but a coward, a shameful deserter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha could already see it happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron's mocking words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter of the gathered daemons, each word a dagger, each glance a wound upon his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the lowliest of daemons would spit upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gesture, every insult would become his eternal shame, a nightmare he could never escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such disgrace was worse than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have been better to die under the Marked One's light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marked One...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stray thought flickered through his broken mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze towards the gathered daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, he noticed something hidden in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of... fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were staring at the lingering energy within him—the Marked One's power, still burning inside his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, he was tainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A walking contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder they had avoided him the entire way here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among Khorne's daemons, fear was evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps... his failure wasn't so humiliating after all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new thought crept into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had faced the Marked One directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was just His energy, he had endured it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's anxiety evaporated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest straightened.\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>",1555,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","d53c60387739100ed6f21e1ef7cec503d6d206c60e5a562110f750c064517c90","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-207","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-205",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]