[{"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-253":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},1681173,2147,"Chapter 253 254: Taking a Little Advantage of Old Guilliman","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-253",253,"\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-red shadow erupted from the throne, and several blood-whips lashed down with brutal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whips, imbued with the fury of the Blood God, left deep, bone-exposing wounds on Ka'Bandha's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violent energy contained within them continued to tear at his wounds, subjecting the victim to unbearable torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greater daemons of Khorne in the hall trembled at the sight, filled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God's whipping was an extremely terrifying punishment for the greater daemons—none who suffered it failed to wail in agony, some even begging for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the towering figure in the center of the hall bore the punishment in silence, standing tall and unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the name of the Blood God, this is a true warrior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greater daemons of Khorne looked at Ka'Bandha enduring the lashes with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, Ka'Bandha had been afraid when the whips descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God's punishment was legendary in its cruelty—those who had suffered it before had all described it as a nightmare beyond endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the blood-whip struck him, Ka'Bandha realized something surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't as unbearable as he had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the strength of the lashes increased, he found that he could still withstand them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This pain… it's still nothing compared to the torment of the Cursed One's energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha clenched his teeth, enduring the pain as he reflected silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Ka'Bandha had already survived the burning radiance of the Holy Sun—how could he fear a mere whipping?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, aside from the Cursed One and that despicable Devourer of Daemons, he feared no one—not even the Blood God upon the throne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha gritted his teeth, ensuring that he did not utter a single sound of agony. He would not wail like those cowardly greater daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He—Ka'Bandha, the greatest of the Blood God's champions—would never surrender!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering his head slightly to conceal the contorted expression of pain on his face, he took a deep breath and spoke in a loud, resolute voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great Blood God, I was ambushed by the despicable and cunning Devourer of Daemons, and I failed to achieve a greater victory. I accept my punishment willingly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he silently endured the lashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha suffered 88 blows from the blood-whip, each infused with the power of slaughter, leaving his body covered in torn wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely clinging to life, he suddenly felt a strange sense of relief—but no, this wasn't enough. This was not enough to prove his valor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell that even if he took another 88 lashes, it still wouldn't kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… was far from the limits of Ka'Bandha, the Blood God's greatest champion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sudden movement, Ka'Bandha lifted his head and locked eyes with the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great Blood God, I have fully received your punishment! I beseech you—grant me another 88 lashes so that I may never forget this defeat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not merely punishment, but a lesson that will drive me forward! I swear, one day, I will cut off the head of the Devourer of Daemons and offer it to the Skull Throne!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he spoke, Ka'Bandha's heart tightened. He prayed he would never encounter that wretched Devourer again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall was deathly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathered daemons gasped in shock—what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>88 lashes were already an unbearable punishment. Many weaker greater daemons would be whipped to death outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second round? Even for the greatest of the Blood God's champions, that might be too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, this was the first time any daemon had ever requested further punishment from Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, they had to admit—if Ka'Bandha had one defining trait, it was his sheer stubbornness and resilience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the other daemons didn't know was that his suffering under the Cursed One's energy had tempered his endurance beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha, remember your oath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, Khorne finally spoke. With a slight raise of His hand, another 88 lashes were granted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Bloodthirster had indeed made an impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Khorne even wondered if another round of whipping might actually kill Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, as a mark of respect, He delivered the lashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha held himself firm, his mighty form enduring the punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy from the second round of lashes erupted in a storm of blood flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violent surge was so immense that even outside the Brass Fortress, its terrifying presence could be felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the hall, Angron observed Ka'Bandha's continued suffering, his respect for the Bloodthirster growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he had thought Ka'Bandha exaggerated the power of the Devourer of Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he realized the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had not exaggerated—if anything, he had understated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the Devourer of Daemons was far more terrifying than any of them had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two greater daemons of Khorne had accompanied Ka'Bandha on the battlefield, both of whom were nearly his equal in strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, both had been utterly annihilated, reduced to ashes by the Cursed One's burning energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant every daemon present—even himself—could be destroyed in the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Ka'Bandha had survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, the other daemons believed the Blood God had already been severe enough in His punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha was not to blame for this defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had faced not just the Devourer of Daemons—but the Cursed One Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every daemon in the Warp knew how terrifying the energy of the Cursed One could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Khorne understood this well, having witnessed the grim fate of that treacherous, shape-shifting god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, He had not imposed an even harsher punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite enduring the lashes, Ka'Bandha's presence only grew more imposing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost, and he had been punished, but these were marks of honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Ka'Bandha was one of only two beings in the galaxy who had survived the searing wrath of the Cursed One's energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was Khorne's most hated enemy—the Changer of Ways!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just once—Ka'Bandha had survived it twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defeat, yes—but a glorious one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, according to the latest reports, a greater daemon of Tzeentch had attempted to launch a surprise attack on Macragge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, upon being struck by the Cursed One's energy sphere, it had fled, blind and broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In comparison, Ka'Bandha had endured the Cursed One's power and fought to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A victory within a defeat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the second set of 88 lashes was complete, Khorne allowed the battered Bloodthirster to leave and recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though heavily wounded, Ka'Bandha refused to let his presence wane. He turned and glared at the assembled daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never felt more triumphant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he saw every daemon before him as prey awaiting slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his injuries, he walked out of the hall with pride, the other daemons parting in deference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under their awed gazes, he departed, his towering form forever imprinted in their minds as the image of an indomitable warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on Macragge…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Chapter Master's Sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman sank heavily into his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment ago, he had dismissed all his attendants and advisors—even the Ultramarines had been ordered to wait outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after a long sigh of relief…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch Removed His Mask of Resolve, Revealing a Trace of Sorrow and Pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, he had spoken with the Living Saint, the Grand Scholar, Yvraine, and the commanders of the Ultramarines one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During these conversations, Guilliman had utilized every ounce of his political charisma and cunning, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie to extract as much information as possible from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he had masterfully concealed the emotional turmoil their words had stirred within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his composed exterior, every answer they gave struck his chest like an artillery shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The state of the Imperium shook the Primarch to his core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion and dread suffocated him; sorrow and anguish threatened to consume him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated upon his throne, Guilliman buried his face in his hands, his sighs of distress causing the Armor of Fate to emit an unbearable hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to him, it felt as though he had merely gone to sleep and awoken the next day—only to find that the Imperium had decayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at them. Look at what they have become. Look at what we have become—blind, ignorant, corrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of this, carried out in the name of a god…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman exhaled deeply. \"And the greatest irony? That so-called 'god' despises the very title forced upon Him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rising from his throne, Guilliman paced within his sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the relics displayed within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banners hung from the walls, each as tall as an Imperial Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woven with meticulous craftsmanship, they depicted the great deeds of the Ultramarines—slaying xenos, executing heretics, saving worlds, annihilating planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These banners showcased the glory of the Chapter's past, emblazoned with the Imperial Aquila and proud heraldry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes then shifted to the other wall—where he saw something deeply familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, enshrined, was the Codex Astartes—the very doctrine he had personally written, which had been adhered to for millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A profound silence engulfed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch felt as if he had done something utterly foolish—and he was ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he should burn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately refrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman continued forward, reaching the far end of the sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a grand image hung high—a depiction of a radiant figure, enthroned, wreathed in divine light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have failed, Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's voice was heavy with exhaustion and grief. \"You abandoned your sons, and we, in turn, abandoned you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our arrogance and vanity have forged the Imperium into what it is today. We have failed humanity…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it not Horus who claimed that you sought godhood, using it as an excuse to launch his rebellion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the fall of the Imperium—would that not prove his point? Would it not invite his mockery?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage flared within the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting moment, he wanted to destroy it all—to shatter these absurd remnants of misguided faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he did, those unfamiliar faces within his Chapter would see through his facade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With bitter realization, Guilliman understood that he had become the Imperium's final banner—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that humanity had truly entered an age of darkness and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing he could do was project an image of unwavering strength—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To give humanity hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the stained-glass window, the Primarch gazed upon Fortress Hera, scarred by war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reconstruction efforts were in full swing as engineering teams worked to repair the devastation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines stood proudly atop the fortress walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the children of this grim, dark age—born into nothing but hardship, suffering, and unending war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, despite it all, they endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching these warriors, Guilliman murmured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is still hope…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had witnessed humanity's boundless potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he had learned of even greater warriors being developed within the Grand Scholar's laboratories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This reinforced his belief—there was still hope for the Imperium to rise from the ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This suffering should not be humanity's fate. Humanity has done nothing to deserve this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice burned with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The true culprits are the wretched spawn of Chaos and the traitors who abandoned humanity! They shall bear the wrath of mankind!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He buried his grief and despair deep within his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new emotion surged forth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A righteous fury!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weapon of immense power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch steeled his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would wage a crusade of vengeance—until every enemy that had poisoned his Imperium paid the price for their sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would not be an easy task. He would need allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, Guilliman summoned the Grand Scholar, Saint Celestine, and others into his campaign for retribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts then turned to the Devourer of Daemons—that enigmatic being who wielded a mysterious power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Saint had claimed it was a divine force belonging to the Emperor Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Guilliman remained skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not accept that his father was truly a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very idea was laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he even wondered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Devourer of Daemons be one of the lost Primarchs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, after careful thought, he dismissed the notion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entity lacked the unmistakable aura of a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he needed to find him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman summoned Calgar, issuing new orders—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines were to track down the Devourer of Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the process, he learned from Calgar that the being's forces had looted a substantial amount of weaponry amidst the chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including some of the prized relics from the Hall of Blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this, Guilliman felt no particular anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's actions were somewhat heretical, yes—but such behavior could be corrected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a rebellious child—one good thrashing, and they'd fall back in line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch had already decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Devourer was found, he would personally see to bringing him back…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Achoo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sneezed several times in a row. \"Who the hell is thinking about me? It better not be an enemy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought sent a shiver down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great savior was feeling a little uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realistically speaking, a lot of people were probably thinking about him right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, he had unleashed a point-blank \"nuclear strike\" against the Chaos Space Marines and Khorne's daemons on Macragge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, it was satisfying—but in doing so, he had pissed off two of the biggest players in the galaxy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne, the Chaos God of War and Bloodshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Abaddon, the Despoiler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment, he had run out of his big-ticket holy weapons and was in a weakened state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If either of them came knocking… he was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne, at least, was manageable. That guy couldn't just waltz into realspace. His daemons needed rituals to manifest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he kept purging Chaos corruption, it was a controlled risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard was out there in realspace, commanding an army of hundreds of thousands of Chaos Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wanted to, he could steamroll the entire Goliath Sector without breaking a sweat. (Yes, decided to set the name of the sector to that.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Eden had been operating under a different identity and lurking in the shadows of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tracking him down wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't mean he was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Guilliman's return, the Warp had become a turbulent mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Rift was expanding, further tearing reality apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant more wars, fiercer alien and heretic invasions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless worlds would fall into darkness before any light could reach them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little escapade had shown Eden the stark disparity between star systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The advanced war machines—the Titans, Dreadnoughts, Terminator armor, melta weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had drooled over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goliath Sector was far too under-equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it ever faced a crisis like Macragge had, it would be obliterated instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with his holy weapons, he couldn't be everywhere at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the worlds fell, their people corrupted or slain, their faith extinguished—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the end of his role as the so-called Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to fortify his domain—train stronger warriors, forge more war machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could he survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the Macragge battle hadn't been a total loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had his Heavy Looters and Orks \"collect\" a few things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After all, I gave so much for Guilliman's sake—taking a little for myself is only fair, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning to his looters and greenskins, Eden clapped his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, line up! Show me the loot—let's see if we got anything good!\"\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>",2601,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","19c55f027a214a8e7ee25d00f455fd9a864226e9afc64bb1d63dcfd1f44e2791","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-254","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-252",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]