[{"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-242":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},1681062,2147,"Chapter 242 243 – Is Chaos Preparing for a Major Offensive?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-242",242,"\u003Cp>The Moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a long asteroid belt, small mining vessels buzzed like bees, harvesting minerals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They received new orders and hurriedly pulled away from the belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space distorted, pulverizing some nearby asteroids, as a giant vessel nearly ten kilometers in length suddenly emerged from warp—the Dreamweaver had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slowly pushed aside the floating debris, setting course for the lunar surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the moon's slightly reddened terrain, furrowing his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork situation was dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By plan, the Orks would be temporarily stationed on the moon to rest and train under supervision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skimmed the newly sent documents, checking progress on the project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sage Moss and his staff at the Bio-Research Institute had begun efforts to restore the Orks' fighting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Department of Military Affairs was in urgent talks about providing the Orks with a suitable flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navy representatives were complaining bitterly. They'd just had a cruiser taken by Big Barrel of the Children of Humanity, and now they had to supply a ship for the \"damned Orks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden's decree was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least their complaints gained them more resources in compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hopefully they'll settle on a plan soon…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a strong feeling that the warp's turbulence was growing—a bad omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was not on his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver touched down on the lunar surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several docking hatches opened, letting the crew drive out engineering craft to begin unloading the Orks, as well as sterilizing the compartments afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, massive transport ships departed from Urth's spaceport, heading to the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carried entire engineering battalions and supplies to build a specialized facility here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden soon returned to the transport bay holding the Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried numerous methods to stimulate their aggression, all with little effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even threatened with mortal danger, they barely reacted—just mild attempts at self-preservation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few tries, he gave up. Best to leave it to Moss and the real experts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Construction of the base would take time, and the \"Ork Restoration Plan\" was still under research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gave Eden the window to attend to other matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hopped on a dropship back to Urth Sanctuary, visiting Kaul's mechanicus workshop to check on the progress of various projects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul currently oversaw multiple major research initiatives, but Eden was most interested in the Blackstone Throne improvement plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything hinged on whether the throne could be modified to free him from its constraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't be tethered there forever, and its efficiency was too limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Kaul's proposal, they'd deploy a warp-energy siphon to draw power directly from the Small Sun, using that as the throne's energy source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne's operations would be guided by Webby (the AI), tying the throne into the aeldari Webway for faster route planning, opening, and closing gates more efficiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of that was still theoretical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the lab:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul's many mechadendrites danced while his various electronic eyes scanned multiple data displays streaming endless lines of code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad at all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden walked over, pleased to see Kaul working so diligently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly realized Kaul was simply scrolling through some Mechanicus forum, apparently flame-warring in multiple threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face darkened. \"Damn you, you oily tin-can man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even looking up, Kaul responded with an overly friendly tone, \"Savior, sir, a warm welcome to my brilliant laboratory~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How's the Blackstone Throne project going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Progress is on track. We're now in the 'creative spark' phase—almost there, 10101011101010…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he spoke, Kaul spewed a string of binary that sounded suspiciously like insults at someone else online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden just sighed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creative spark phase? Sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unimpressed, he had Webby pull up the actual project logs for a direct report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby had full access to the territory's data. It quickly retrieved the logs for the Blackstone Throne improvement, listing the experiment's day-by-day developments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the logs, Eden saw the project had hit a bottleneck: Kaul hadn't found a suitable medium to channel the Small Sun's warp energies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the best conduit so far remained Eden's own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul was, however, working on an alternative approach: he had cloned a specialized \"psionic clone\" of Eden designed to withstand high-level warp shocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though some technical hurdles remained, he was trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfied with that update, Eden also went to a few other research facilities to check how they were doing on automating Eldar psychic technologies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he didn't need to physically inspect them—Webby data feed was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But showing up in person boosted morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few days of such inspections, Eden had a broad overview of progress on the Eldar automation project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd overcome key obstacles with surprisingly good results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no surprises occurred, within a few years they could start producing prototypes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that done, he visited the Loyal Progeny Academy. Education was always a major concern of his, as the Academy's gifted students would shape the territory's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loyal Progeny Academy, Grand Auditorium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A statue of the Savior stood in the center, solemn and imposing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of students sat in neat rows, hopeful and excited, some with tears in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the Academy's top performers, gathered for the rare chance to see the great Savior in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the teachers felt honored, their posture straight as boards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the best of them could enter this auditorium to meet the Savior face to face—a pinnacle of their teaching careers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Academy's arrangement, Eden delivered a speech, then presented medals of honor to a selection of outstanding teachers and students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, they received precious blessing slots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those chosen would be ecstatic, along with their families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single blessing slot meant joining the upper echelons of the territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By tradition, if a noble family gained that slot, they'd all gather at the chapel daily for a month of devout prayers to the Savior, then host feasts, inviting friends and allies to celebrate this glorious event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For commoner families, there was a similar but simpler ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, however, knew little about the specific celebrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the domain had grown to more than a dozen planets with a population of several hundred billion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply couldn't keep up with everything at that scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stage:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, 21-year-old by the name of Voladi slowly approached. He was from the Naval Academy and would receive his medal from Eden directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trembling with excitement, doing his best to keep proper decorum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting the Savior in person was Voladi's lifelong dream, as well as that of his mother, Arila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, she had recounted how Eden dispatched an \"angel\" to save her and praised her contributions, leaving her with a deep sense of gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her regret was never being able to thank him in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Voladi had the chance at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to voice that gratitude on his mother's behalf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside other top students on the stage, he awaited that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Eden came to him. He looked so merciful and approachable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voladi was in a daze as Eden pinned the medal to his chest. Gathering his nerve, he opened his mouth, voice quivering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"S-Savior, sir, I…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Study hard,\" Eden gave the standard, catch-all advice. In truth, he had the same lines for each student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found it odd how nervous this one was, but the young man had done well academically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he'd graduated a year earlier, he could already be commanding a large warship. Too bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden patted Voladi's shoulder gently, giving him a look of encouragement before moving on to present medals to the next student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voladi stood there, mind blank, simultaneously disappointed at missing his chance to speak but overjoyed by Eden's personal encouragement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon he calmed himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter. As long as he achieved greater achievements in the future, there would be another chance to bring his mother to meet the Savior and express her thanks personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the soon-to-graduate students, Eden couldn't help recalling his last visit, fifteen years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That first batch of youngsters had grown up, many now pillars of the domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By age, he was already about fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Time flies; I'm practically an old man,\" Eden mused, though his youthful, sharply defined features made him look younger than some of the older students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might outlive generation after generation, watching them flourish and fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Eden!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bright, lively voice rang out. Milia approached him with her twin brother, Shahim, both radiating confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled, carefully pinning their medals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted Shahim's shoulder:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad. Once you officially graduate in a few days, you'll be recognized as an official Rogue Trader.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These twin siblings—Milia and Shahim from the Govendi line—were now twenty-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had rescued them years ago, placing them in the Loyal Progeny Academy. They'd studied and trained there for sixteen years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time for them to head out on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to truly inherit the family trade license and become recognized as legitimate Imperial Rogue Traders, they faced a complicated certification process in the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed the Emperor's official sanction to roam the Imperium freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Eden would have to take the siblings to Holy Terra, an even greater challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Urth was stuck in the Imperium's \"dark zone\"; without a stable fast-route, they'd never reach the heart of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh… Eden sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And we're back to the Webway. If the Webway can't be reclaimed, many things remain impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time marched on, and Eden's urgency grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the medal ceremony, Eden politely declined the Academy's invitation to an evening banquet, rushing back to the Moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd just received a message from Moss: the \"Ork Restoration Plan\" was ready to implement, and the experiments were about to begin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Moon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within an oval-shaped research base, tens of thousands of staff, including Grand Sage Moss, were stationed.Countless engineering teams also operated there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the open-air terrace, Eden watched as a giant cruiser slowly approached overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It measured close to eight kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Department of Military Affairs had spared no expense, providing a cruiser as the Orks' capital ship—likely never to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd practically gutted its interior, leaving only the engine, power field, and a few critical systems, then made some basic structural modifications:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allocated areas for an Ork breeding farm, Barracks, Armory, etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Essentially, they left large open zones for the Orks themselves to develop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short order, the project teams loaded the million or so Orks, along with all the Gretchin and squigs, onto that \"Ork Mothership.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Researchers selected a segment of them as test subjects to see how to reignite Orkish aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once aboard, Eden did an inspection tour of their living quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orks still appeared half-dead, limp and indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gretchin bustled around, feeding them, and now even the Gretchin were growing plump because no one was bullying or eating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at those cunning runts, all fat and jolly…\" Eden sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky for him, the Gretchin were doing most of the feeding, which saved a lot of manpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About twenty minutes later, the hovercar carried Eden into a sprawling forested area, fresh air and birdsong all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forest took up about a tenth of the Mothership's total space, a synthetic environment using advanced biotech to replicate their original conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd even transported soil from Kanda to keep the Orkish fungal ecology as authentic as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agriculture specialists were carefully fertilizing, injecting nutrients into the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, Gretchin jumped up and down, upset at having their old job taken. But they wouldn't dare attack any humans—those belonged to Eden Bro, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless giant green mushrooms had been replanted across the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the current Orks ended up hopeless, these mushrooms would birth the next wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experts predicted that in about two years, those mushrooms would yield around three hundred thousand new Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a fallback plan, at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another year passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the research base:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sealed glass chamber. Researchers used a robotic arm to inject a drug into an Ork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drug was designed to force the Ork into a frenzy, heightening aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observing outside, Eden and Moss waited anxiously. This was their fifth trial. All previous attempts had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In earlier trials, they tried various interventions to revive Orkish morale, but none succeeded—until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the idea was to artificially induce a frenzied state so the Ork would be forced into a life-or-death fight with an evenly matched foe, thereby regaining its lost confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaagh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drug worked. The once-lethargic Ork roared madly, pounding the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It desperately needed something to unleash its pent-up violence upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang, clang, clang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From above, a huge metal cage descended, containing a raging Chaos beast that snarled and thrashed at the bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Researchers had selected it carefully to be an even match for the Ork, ensuring both sides had to fight with their lives on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phew… let's hope it survives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden held his breath, pressing the big red button on the control panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cage's lock clicked open; the Chaos beast leaped out in a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ork and Chaos beast slammed into each other, tearing flesh as blood splattered everywhere.Their violent collisions shook even the reinforced chamber walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their final plan. If it failed, they'd have to start from scratch and run out of time soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, the Ork managed a final burst, ripping off its foe's head at the last moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It won!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being riddled with wounds and barely able to stand, it still forced itself upright for a triumphant roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaaagh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers erupted in the control room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt the Ork reconnecting to that intangible Orkish field, regaining the power of the \"I Finkz…\" effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the experiment worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had discovered a way to restore Ork aggression!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With success confirmed, the entire base went into overdrive, mass-producing that frenzied stimulant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They planned a single large-scale operation to restore the entire Ork population.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the \"Ork Mothership,\" in the main living quarters:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all of the Orks had been assembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gretchin scurried about with crates of the stimulant, jabbing Orks randomly with syringes before hurrying to the next one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretty soon, the Orks at the front lines began roaring violently, smashing and bashing anything in sight—sometimes each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the rising chaos, the Gretchin squealed and ran for the safety pods. As soon as they finished the last injections, they jumped inside and sealed the hatch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few unlucky Gretchin were locked out, shrieking and pounding on the doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the chaos closed in, and the survivors scattered in panic. Some got caught by rampaging Orks, ending up a nice midday snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was only the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, a Navy frigate approached, connecting a mechanized transport corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within its holds were hundreds of thousands of captive Chaos beasts, reared in the deep hives' \"Chaos Beast Preserves\" by the Bio-Research Institute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slam—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the transport corridor opened, the savage beasts poured into the Ork Mothership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening clamor of war cries and roars exploded almost immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-soaked carnage began—only one side could survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden chose not to watch the live feed, waiting patiently for a final outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you think the Orks can pull it off?\" he asked Moss anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This war's outcome would decide whether he had a formidable Ork army at his disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moss's mechanical voice was unwavering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, sir, we will certainly triumph…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the roars intensified, and Eden turned toward the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelfang was forcibly tearing off the head of a giant Chaos beast, releasing a mighty roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chain reaction erupted as the Orks roared throughout the Mothership, their echoes reaching all the way to space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was thrilled and immediately had them compile data:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, casualties weren't that high—some 800,000 Orks survived the melee, and their overall combat strength was already back to around 80% of what it was before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was still not enough. Eden needed them stronger than ever!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the training plan was already in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A team of the Loyal Progeny Academy's instructors boarded the Mothership to drill the Orks, using the same methods they used on new Space Marine recruits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thunder Guardians and Void Angels dispatched veterans as well, sparring with Steelfang and other Ork bosses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus assigned tech-priests to teach them engineering knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Department of Military Affairs shipped in load after load of gear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Superheavy Venomblade Tanks\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sentinel walkers\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Self-propelled artillery\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As well as personal equipment like power armor, bolters, chainswords, lasguns, flamers…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even brought them a handful of frigates, atmospheric fighters, and assault craft for the Ork Mekboyz to tear apart and tinker with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless 3D printers and raw materials arrived so the Mekboyz could build to their hearts' content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, they gave the Orks every possible tool to push their strength and tech to the limit, as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within half a year, the Ork warband grew by leaps and bounds:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Individual Orks became far stronger.Their discipline improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technologically, they rapidly mechanized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mekboyz even built Ork power armor and smaller starships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the Ork inventions amazed the tech-priests, who felt they simply couldn't compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly unstoppable creativity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had more time, Eden would have liked to see them attempt an orbital defense station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The territory didn't have that technology, but maybe with a few pointers and enough raw materials, the Orks might just figure out something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of high-end combat potential:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armored in Ork-style power suits, the Ork bosses were now on par with the Void Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelfang—enhanced by a second blessing, gaining a minor \"devour flesh for growth\" ability—was absolutely monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing four meters tall, clad in fearsome red-and-yellow power armor, sporting brand-new, multi-functional steel jaws, he looked downright terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power-wise, he could match Chapter Master Duke in a one-on-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steelfang's dominance further spurred the Orks' growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newly revitalized Ork warband, thrumming with discipline and destructive might, left the human officers like Duke and A'Rey stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A'Rey couldn't help admitting that if it had been this Ork horde he'd encountered, it would've been a nightmarish war—requiring at least fifteen full Imperial Guard armies plus every Marine Chapter just to stand a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, they were allies now, personally raised by Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his Orks thrive, Eden felt confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were more than ready to purge the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, with no new war to fight, their progress had pretty much peaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden still wasn't quite satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had about three months left. Without a real war to feed on, how else could they keep advancing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon found inspiration from Khorne's example.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He established a combat ranking board inside their psychic network, awarding points based on duels and teeth taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orks who didn't fight got shunned; those who did grew stronger and more respected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the engineering teams build a massive arena in the center of the Mothership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orks went wild—day and night, they fought incessantly, piling up personal kill-scores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds watched and cheered, loving every match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the entire Ork warband immersed itself in ceaseless combat, steadily gaining more power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the casualty rate was not small, but their strength as a whole soared once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, seeing the Orks' unstoppable rise, Duke and the others couldn't help feeling anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A'Rey marveled that if these Orks had appeared before, the territory's entire armed forces might have been insufficient to contain them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good thing the Orks were loyal to Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With everything set, Eden just had to wait a few more months for the maximum possible buildup of the Blackstone Throne's reservoir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he'd unleash the Ork warband into the Webway to exterminate the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Blackstone Throne's capacity was nearing its limit, Eden prepared to deploy the Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on a late night:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Dreamweaver, Eden, about to sleep, sensed a ripple in the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a message from Balor, deep in Khorne's realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balor said that Khorne's legions were mobilizing for war—not a single warlord, but a full-scale muster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, several more hidden \"schemers\" Eden had planted in other Chaos realms sent matching reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat up abruptly, alarmed. \"All four Chaos Gods are on the move?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to these messages, it might not be just them—other Chaos forces were stirring too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something big was happening on the Chaos side!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Warhammer terms, the warp reflected realspace like a dark mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any massive upheaval—emotional or spiritual—would cause ripples on the warp's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if the warp was agitated, something major was brewing out in the real cosmos!\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>",3478,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","26029607ce6f24af0b9d578ea6557c0dac1a6472b5fbc0b9e070b0fb27b0753b","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-243","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-241",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]