[{"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-212":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},1681032,2147,"Chapter 212 - 213: The Chaos Gods—A Moment of Silence…","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-212",212,"\u003Cp>[PS Event For Will Start On PS Reset!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[+200PS= +1Chapter!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space twisted violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A torrent of pure energy surged outward, filling the surrounding void with blazing divine radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is insane...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden’s vision was overwhelmed by golden light—and the writhing iridescent mass of Tzeentch’s struggling avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the Emperor’s emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just exhilaration—but an unleashed fury that had been simmering for ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Millennia Ago…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Crusade had seen the Emperor and His Primarchs launch a campaign of conquest that shattered the galaxy’s chains, forging an Imperium for mankind alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its height, the Imperium of Man controlled millions of worlds—a vast empire bathed in the light of progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such vast dominion came with an incomprehensible burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To secure humanity’s future, the Emperor withdrew into the depths of the Imperial Palace, working to unlock an ancient secret—the Webway Project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This labyrinth of tunnels, created by the Old Ones, allowed for instantaneous travel across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If fully harnessed, the Webway would eliminate the Imperium’s reliance on the Warp, severing its vulnerability to daemonic incursions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Emperor fully deciphered its mysteries, He resolved to forge His own gateway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, He constructed a vast golden portal, so immense that multiple Warhound Titans could stride through it at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon its completion, He reactivated an ancient artifact—the Golden Throne, a relic capable of amplifying His psychic might to unimaginable levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspending the Golden Throne above the portal, He linked it to the Webway Gate through intricate mechanisms, forming the key to His grand design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When activated, He would use the Throne’s immense power to stabilize the Webway, forging a galactic transport network free from Chaos’ grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He made His greatest mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound by countless cables and conduits, arcs of blinding psychic energy surged through His form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locked into the final phase of His research, the Emperor could no longer move freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from that moment—the Imperium’s doom was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch, along with the other Chaos Gods, whispered poisoned lies to Horus, turning the Warmaster against His Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus ignited a war that tore the galaxy apart—culminating in the Siege of Terra, his final push to slay the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fateful moment neared, Tzeentch ensnared Magnus the Red, luring him into shattering the Webway’s psychic barriers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway was compromised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it—demons poured into reality, flooding through the breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, still bound to the Throne, was forced to split His focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought to suppress the demonic tide, while preparing to confront Horus himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With His power divided, He made a desperate decision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He commanded Malcador the Sigillite, His most loyal regent, to take His place on the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could He leave the Throne and personally battle Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time He returned, mortally wounded, Malcador had already been obliterated—his body consumed by the Throne’s merciless psychic onslaught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway breach remained open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent the Imperium’s total collapse, the Emperor had no choice but to sit upon the Throne once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment forth—His grand vision was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Throne became His eternal prison, its endless psychic strain leaving Him suspended between life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body rotted, yet His soul endured, guarding humanity’s future from within the Warp itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet without His direct rule, humanity began to wither.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blind faith replaced progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium, once the beacon of human supremacy, degenerated into a stagnant, decaying theocracy—besieged by Xenos, heretics, and daemons alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, in their ignorance, mankind worshipped Him as a god—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faith transformed Him into the Golden Sun, the Savior of Humanity, the God-Emperor of Mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through their prayers, He ascended—becoming a divine force in the Warp, a burning beacon against the tides of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was never His will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity was meant to have a future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden age of reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it had been stolen by the Dark Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the one most responsible—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Tzeentch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Sun swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years of repressed fury ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tidal wave of divine fire erupted outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer magnitude of power sent even Eden—the Little Sun—trembling in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy hell... This energy... It’s stronger than even the Chaos Gods…! Thank the stars He’s on our side, or humanity would’ve been erased by now…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cursed One!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch screamed, its psyche unraveling under the crushing force of the Emperor’s wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It desperately projected psychic transmissions—pleas for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy radiance was a torment beyond imagination for Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one had to describe it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if one’s senses were magnified a millionfold—only to be submerged in a lake of burning, electrified filth for eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the depths of the Warp, the other Chaos Gods watched in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from afar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cursed One’s power was beyond their expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had humanity not shackled Him, they would never stand a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in aeons, they dreaded what the future held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one day, the Cursed One ascended beyond His chains—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Chaos Gods could never truly die,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suffering He could inflict upon them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Might be worse than oblivion itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why they sought to corrupt the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, they gained power from faith and belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sought to cripple the Cursed One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could dismantle His empire, they could weaken His influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HELP ME! SAVE ME!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch’s cries were frantic, filled with genuine terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment its avatar had collided with the Golden Sun, it had sent out a distress signal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begging its fellow Chaos Gods to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a fool would approach the Golden Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was like charging into an exploding star with nothing but a wet paper towel for protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they stayed far away, the Cursed One couldn’t touch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch was just unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all knew that if the situation were reversed, Tzeentch wouldn’t lift a finger for them either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And frankly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody liked Tzeentch anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Chaos Gods simply…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watched in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And held a moment of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Eden watched gleefully from behind the Golden Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, this is beyond satisfying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a personal grudge against Tzeentch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, Yosef Hoffman had been Tzeentch’s pawn, bringing havoc to Urth, causing endless suffering to the Royal Court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Emperor’s unrelenting divine fire consume the struggling iridescent mass…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could only describe it as:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A work of art.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one last agonized wail, Tzeentch’s avatar dissolved into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Sun turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the watching Chaos Gods—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It released a final, blinding explosion of holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperately, He sent out wave after wave of psychic distress signals—begging for mercy from the Golden Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy radiance was absolute agony for a Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unbearable, soul-searing torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one had to describe the suffering that Tzeentch was enduring at that moment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be akin to having one’s senses magnified ten thousandfold, then being buried alive in a burning, electrified, maggot-infested sewer for millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the distant corners of the Warp, the other Chaos Gods watched in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in aeons, they felt true fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the Cursed One was beyond anything they had anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for humanity’s own constraints, had the Cursed One truly ascended to godhood and broken free—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would all be doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why they sought to corrupt the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, corrupting humanity strengthened their own power—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more than that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It weakened Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By shattering the Imperium, by tainting human faith, they could chip away at His power, ensuring that the Cursed One would never rise beyond His chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HELP ME! SAVE ME!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch sent another frantic psychic plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the moment His avatar had slammed into the Golden Sun, He had already issued a desperate distress call to His fellow Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begging them to intervene, to unite and save Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Chaos Gods remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approaching the Golden Sun was suicide—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be like charging at a nuclear explosion with nothing but a loincloth for protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they stayed far enough away, the Cursed One could not touch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch was just unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all knew that if the situation had been reversed, if one of them had fallen into this disaster—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch would never lift a finger to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And frankly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody liked Tzeentch anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods simply stood in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continue your saga on Freewebnovel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each with their own expression—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some amused, some cold, some even feeling a slight sense of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none would interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They merely held a moment of silence for Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Eden watched with immense satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was pure catharsis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he had a personal grudge against Tzeentch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a decade ago, Yosef Hoffman had been a devoted servant of Tzeentch, spreading madness and corruption on Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Royal Court had suffered greatly because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Golden Sun unleash an endless torrent of holy fire upon the screaming, writhing form of Tzeentch’s avatar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could only smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… this is art.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor showed no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy energy poured forth without limit, searing away every last scrap of Tzeentch’s Warp-born manifestation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raw brilliance of the attack was enough to scorch the very fabric of the Warp itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being only an avatar, Tzeentch’s true form still suffered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy backlash coursed through His divine essence, leaving wounds upon His very being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one last agonized wail,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iridescent mass shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch’s avatar dissolved into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Sun turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had sensed the gazes of the other Chaos Gods—those who had been watching from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sudden burst of overwhelming divine power, it unleashed a final, blinding surge of golden light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Racing toward the distant Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even they were not safe.\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>",1706,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","79f7c7f7a3243e5ce97fed5a026c381cbe06730d5c488270159d7fdcecca39b3","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-213","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-211",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]