[{"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-238":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},1681058,2147,"Chapter 238 239: A Surging Green Tide—One-Eyed A’Rey Requests to Join the Fray!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-238",238,"\u003Cp>Under the sunlight, the steel battlements of the Star Tower Spaceport gleamed with a cold metallic luster, their outlines growing clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Port\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mechanical arms slowly withdrew after finishing the final refueling and inspection of the Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It disengaged its docking clamps, engines fired up, and thrusters flared at the rear, propelling it out of the port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it had moved some distance away, a Geller Field shimmered around the hull, and the space ahead distorted into a Warp portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the Dreamweaver's prow touched the portal, it vanished from the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the ship, in the Savior's private quarters—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the transparent dome, a gentle rain fell upon the miniature garden, the patter against the greenery creating a soothing sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This simulated weather system is pretty nice…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood at the entrance to the tiny indoor garden, watching the rain. He nodded in approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technology came from that Golden Age farm, capable of artificially producing weather patterns over various ranges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mainly used for agriculture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all new technology in the domain underwent Eden's personal test, so the Agriculture Institute had installed a small version here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, even aboard the Dreamweaver, he could enjoy the changing of seasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching for a bit, he drew the curtain and returned to the soft bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So comfortable… The sound of rain really helps me sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a velvet blanket over himself, slipping on an eye mask, looking rather at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone, however, carried a gritted edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only pretending to enjoy it. In truth, his main body was still stuck on the Blackstone Throne, getting zapped by psychic arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his…manhood was in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn demons… I'll see you all brought to justice soon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grumbled that once he handled the Orks on Kanda Star and raised them, he'd dispatch them into the Webway. Then the demons were done for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the time—another half-day to reach Kanda Star aboard the Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, he injected himself with a sedative powerful enough to knock out a Space Marine, then collapsed into sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanda Star, The Forest\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun blazed overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dense smoke billowed, and the clang of metal rang ceaselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around, enormous trees had been cut down and turned into crude huts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside one hut, a young Ork snored away, drooling and shaking the walls with its snores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seemingly dreaming of something, it grabbed a dozing snotling nearby and shoved it into its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snotling woke in terror, wailing as it struggled to escape. It couldn't break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something kicked the hut from outside, smashing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork youth was yanked out by a pair of burly hands and beaten on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazed, it woke up, roared in anger—only to get kicked flat again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scarred Ork veteran, its hide laced with imposing scars, growled, \"Stop lazing about… Gotta fight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it heard that, the Ork youth grabbed a stone axe, cheering excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaaagh—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the entire Ork camp was roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were heading off to attack the human city!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That assault had been planned for last night, but everyone overslept, so it was postponed to this afternoon…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Boss Hut\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, three-meter-tall Ork sat on a throne cobbled together from a digger machine. Its body was all rippling muscle, wearing a necklace strung with countless teeth and clad in scraps of construction machinery as armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most striking was a huge yellow metal claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using that formidable weapon, it had become Warlord of the tribe—\"Urus Steelclaw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a Mekboy scurried inside, gabbling about something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelclaw sneered cruelly and left his hut—the new gear had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, a few bulky Orks were dragging a six-meter-high, more than ten-meter-long Ssglo Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wore thick plating salvaged from construction gear, faint energy pulses running through cables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden were here, he'd surely exclaim: \"That's the 'armored T-rex' I was picturing!\"Indeed, Ork technology was uncanny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom, boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ssglo Beast let out a fiery breath, incinerating a hapless Ork into a human torch, the poor wretch flailing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast quickly broke free, charging forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelclaw snorted, rushing up alone to face the huge Ssglo Beast head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one yank of his massive claw, he pulled the beast's harness, slamming its head to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rooooar!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelclaw roared back, spraying spit everywhere. His overwhelming presence terrified the beast into submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't dare move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the surrounding Orks cheered loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelclaw had just subdued the armored warbeast. He climbed on its back, raised his giant claw, and roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"War! War! War!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the entire Ork-occupied forest echoed with howls of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaaagh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the call to war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelclaw tugged the reins, and the armored warbeast carried him out of the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orks grabbed their weapons and followed their boss, flooding out of the woods like a green tsunami.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War had begun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Dreamweaver, Savior's Quarters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep, beep, beep—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill alarm resounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden snapped awake. That was the call to arms—they had arrived at Kanda Star?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed the bedside button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, sir~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linda, the head maid, hurried in with several attendants. While helping him change into his electro-weave attire, she reported the current situation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the report, the Dreamweaver had reached Kanda's upper atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Ore City was besieged by a swarm of Orks, and things looked grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was estimated that nearly a million Orks were attacking!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Eden frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A million Orks was no joke. They possessed terrifying resilience and combat prowess.Even unarmored, wielding clubs, they could crush typical armored troopers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linda added, \"But don't worry, Commander A'Rey has already led the troops into battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded without further comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had relinquished full command to A'Rey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn't issue any orders during the fight, lest it disrupt that \"Yarrick-style berserker\" approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His main job was to stay in the rear and look for a chance to invade and seize control of the Orks' psychic network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Eden was in the armory, suiting up in power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the armor was again something of a showpiece, hastily modified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple terms, it was Ork-themed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to internal stilts, once fully donned, Eden stood nearly four meters tall—towering, fierce, intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had some unique exterior add-ons:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A super-bright, crimson cyclopean visor to blind opponents, and a massive claw two meters long on his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outer layer bristled with spikes and toothy decorations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paint job? Primarily green, with red and yellow stripes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the typical Ork \"loud and proud\" color scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks believed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red ones go faster, Purple grants stealth, Yellow is the craziest, Blue is luckiest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One glance at that paint job, and an Ork would think: That guy is both fast and insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And indeed, in Ork society's \"I reckon this must be true\" psychic effect, that belief made such paint schemes truly effective.A red-painted vehicle really would go faster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's goal was psychological warfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Orks were a \"belief-based,\" ever-evolving psyker species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected that was how old Commissar Yarrick overcame the Orks—exploiting their own beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Orks spread rumors of Yarrick's feats, and began fearing him and believing he was truly powerful, he received a boost through their warp-laced faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That might be the only way a mere unaugmented human had bested a mighty Ork warboss—even Space Marines would have struggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, who knows? Eden's flashy getup might prove crucial at a key moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fully clad, Eden strode out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encased head-to-toe, he looked like a four-meter-tall, terrifying Ork warlord:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Ork Version\" of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly made for the ship's hangar and boarded a lander bound for the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they plunged into the atmosphere, the rumble of artillery became audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war on Kanda Star had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few hours earlier, an Ork horde had assaulted Ore City, nearly breaking through its walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, A'Rey's forces arrived in time, reinforcing the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, millions of Storm Army troopers faced off against nearly a million Orks on the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon landing, Eden ascended Ore City's hundred-meter walls and used the tower's mechanical scope to observe the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was a nightmarish tableau of fire and steel, screams and cannon blasts mingling in a symphony of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tide of green raged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fearless of death, the Orks charged through gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even bullets through their chests or severed limbs couldn't halt them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some scarred Ork boys kept charging despite half their brains missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaaagh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vanguard group of Orks strapped with crude explosives launched suicidal attacks on the heavy tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to relish these missions, racing each other to see who'd blow up first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Orks, war was life's greatest joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash, crash, crash, crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ork boys drove patched-together, smoke-spewing trucks that looked ready to fall apart, rampaging around the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ran over anything in their path, friend or foe alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss-level Orks in battered metal armor roared as they tore into the lines, chopping left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the rear, huge makeshift catapults built from logs and construction machinery—painted in gaudy Ork style—hurled boulders at the city walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the defenders' anti-aircraft guns and shield arrays, some stones slipped through, hammering the fortifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls shook violently, fractures forming in places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is insane…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't help but marvel, even watching it unfold with his own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ork \"tech\" was unbelievably bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously—catapults that can threaten high-tech fortress walls?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they built some heavy artillery next, could they bring these walls down in no time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver dispatched a thousand Lightning Strike Fighters and Thunder heavy bombers to attack the Orks' rear lines, destroying quite a few catapults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Orks quickly responded with improvised anti-air, hurling giant stones skyward. Some planes were knocked out of the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also launched an aerial counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding pterosaur-like Karo Beasts fitted with scrap armor, Ork \"flyboyz\" engaged the Imperial aircraft in dogfights!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How are those mount-riding Orks, each beast about seven or eight meters, matching a 60-meter bomber?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn!\" he cursed in the next breath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before his eyes, an Ork flier tossed a bomb-spear that struck a Thunder heavy fighter, blowing it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievable that, in so little time, Orks had whipped up gear rivaling a heatlance or plasma lance in destructive power…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his vantage in the observation tower, Eden was overwhelmed—not just by the Orks' bravery but their lightning-fast tech upgrades, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intel, they had started out with clubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After looting the mines, using construction machines, they'd improvised some mechanical weaponry within mere days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If left unchecked for months, they might even churn out heavy power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, Ork gear could surpass that of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were having fun, their guns and cannons never jammed or overheated—thanks again to their peculiar brand of \"psyker engineering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was advanced technology encoded in Ork genes by the ancient Old Ones. They hardly needed R&D—just the right conditions for an instant unlock, plus boundless adaptability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bonesmasha Sarakka, after all, had easily built Titan-grade war engines.During the Third War for Armageddon that he sparked, even with Space Marine chapters involved, the Imperium lost billions of soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Eden's relief force had arrived promptly. The Orks on Kanda Star were still at a primitive stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden had brought special anti-Ork weaponry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Battlefield\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Defensive Line\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several heavy composite brigades assembled, nearly all loaded with super-heavy gear—heavy exoskeleton armor, Sentinel walkers, super-heavy tanks, self-propelled artillery, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their formation gathered, a wave of cold steel swept toward the green tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more dread-inducing, most of these composite brigades were equipped with flame-based chemical weaponry—in other words, flamethrowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the carbon-based Orks, that was devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Super-heavy tanks advanced, unleashing thunderous cannon fire.Mounted large-bore flamers spewed jets of flame nearly a kilometer long, incinerating all Orks in front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy flamethrower squads and Sentinel walkers also belched gouts of flame, scorching everything around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A big Ork roast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screaming, Orks writhed and ran about, turned into living torches. Their advance stalled, lines pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's working!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was delighted. Against these fungus-based greenskins, fire was indeed the way to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was only the opening act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he guessed right, his trump card was about to take the field!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Ground\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander of the Storm Army, One-Eyed A'Rey, led hundreds of Space Marines in a direct assault on the Ork core positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In squads scattered across the front, the Marines advanced methodically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bolters roared.Fragmentation rounds rained down on the Orks, each shell shredding an unarmored boy to bits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Orks got close, the Marines drew power swords or power spears, dispatching the foes with precise strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bigger, armored Ork bosses gave them trouble. Without broader army support, even a Space Marine Chapter could be swallowed by an endless green tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a standout figure rushed forth from the Marines' formation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-Eyed A'Rey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shirtless, with massive muscles bulging. Over his body he wore a red-and-yellow exoskeleton armor—an adaptation of power armor minus the external ceramite plating and neural links.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its performance was nearly on par with standard power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, it had been specially modified to sport a set of hooks and claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xenos…die!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A'Rey roared, charging headlong into the Ork lines with his power sword, heedless of any flanking attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore through the Ork ranks like a man possessed, aiming straight for their core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the swirling chaos, he was more savage than the Orks themselves!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this monstrous, red-eyed figure with a giant mechanical claw, many Orks felt an inexplicable dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if some ancient terror lay coded in their genes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That terror was real—Commissar Yarrick's legend lived large among Orks, that mortal human they called \"Da Big Boss of Humies,\" who could glare a greenskin to death with his \"Evil Eye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dread of Yarrick was embedded in their genetic memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though these newly spawned Orks had never heard of Yarrick by name, his shadow had sunk deep into the Ork collective consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now faced with a man who looked like a more berserk version of Yarrick, they were bound to be uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such fear wasn't enough to break their fighting spirit. In fact, it only stoked their rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that humie was a strong enemy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaaagh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sea of Orks, enough to drown any foe, surged at A'Rey…\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][+500 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter][Thank You For Your Support!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2446,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","98777fe3a89870f68ed2f6954d44cc5a488f4db1a9793d16236c5e06f1b7d657","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-239","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-237",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]