[{"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-254":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},1681174,2147,"Chapter 254 255: Dreadnought: Where the Hell I Am!?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-254",254,"\u003Cp>A survey transport vessel, roughly 500 meters long, slowly approached. Several logistics officers hurriedly disembarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had received orders from the Great Savior himself—to inventory the spoils of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These war trophies would then be cataloged and distributed to the appropriate institutions for use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally, my favorite part of the job…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the arrival of the logistics team, Eden rubbed his hands together, full of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't wait to see what the Heavy Looters and Orks had managed to scavenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, Eden gathered the Heavy Looters and Orks, organizing them to turn in their spoils one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loved this feeling—the thrill of opening loot crates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Looters and Orks dumped their scavenged wreckage onto the ground, while the logistics officers began sorting and recording everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood with his arms crossed, watching closely—his expression slowly turning blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drop rates were way too low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of it was just wreckage from ships or fighters—not particularly useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WAAAGH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A particularly excited Ork boss rushed over, proudly carrying an armful of finely crafted metal objects inlaid with gemstones. With a grand flourish, he dumped them onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he looked expectantly at Eden, hoping for praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Eden's orders, warriors who found valuable items would receive generous rewards—including a full set of Ork-made heavy power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Ork boss had specifically gone to a very WAAAGH-worthy, gold-plated location to loot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain these were priceless treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After holding back for so long, he finally lost his patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grabbing one of the metal trinkets, he smacked the Ork boss over the head with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at what you picked up! What is this garbage? Worthless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren't relics. Not even antiques. At best, they were decorative souvenirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortress Hera, as the core sanctuary of the Five Hundred Worlds, received countless Imperial nobles and pilgrims each year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visitors would tour sites like the Chapel Hall, Gallan's Rock, the Lapponis Waterfalls, the Memorial Hall, the Hall of Blades, and the Primarch Museum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their pilgrimage would end at the Purification Temple, where they would kneel before the Primarch himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an essential tool of the Ultramarines' influence—after all, they had Guilliman as their banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also happened to be very lucrative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After donating absurd sums of Imperial Thrones or resources, high-ranking nobles would receive a 'token of appreciation.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The junk this Ork boss picked up? Those were souvenirs from Fortress Hera's gift shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the nobles weren't just paying for a trinket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were buying friendship with the Ultramarines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That friendship could be a lifesaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If xenos attacked or a rebellion broke out, the Ultramarines might just arrive that much faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the centerpiece of the pilgrimage—the Primarch himself—had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant future pilgrimages were… questionable at best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Guilliman was a demigod, he hated being worshipped as a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That said, his return did mean the Ultramarines' influence would skyrocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were about to become the most powerful Chapter in the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's thoughts flashed through these possibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he smacked the Ork boss over the head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You clearly didn't think this through! Half-assed effort! Go back and reflect on your actions!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the dejected Ork boss slink away—mocked by his fellow Orks—Eden felt exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading this bunch is harder than I thought…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, a logistics officer was struggling to keep a straight face as he recorded the inventory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to say: Great Savior, expecting Orks to think… isn't that a bit unrealistic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wisely remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed and called for the next Ork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, he had little hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he'd just skip to the Heavy Looters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely they're smarter than the Orks, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, seeing Eden's growing frustration, the Orks hesitated—fearful that he might actually eat them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden scowled and randomly pointed into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—yeah, you! The sneaky little git! Get over here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His finger landed on a particularly rat-faced Ork—a wiry, shifty-looking thing with beady eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Ork had a massive sack slung over its back, haphazardly tied together with metal rods and fine fabrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reeked of a professional looter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork trembled as it approached, clearly nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden forced a friendly smile, patting the Ork's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax, I'm not gonna eat you. Now, let's see what you got…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That almost made the Ork faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But disobeying the Big Boss was not an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With trembling hands, the Ork upended its sack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD! THUD! THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several heavy objects hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes widened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brain briefly short-circuited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold-tier loot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sneaky little Ork had actually found three or four high-grade weapons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bad at all…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden picked up one of them—a massive bolt rifle, painted blue, inlaid with gold and gemstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The craftsmanship was exquisite. The modifications were intricate. The weight was just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't just any weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Arbitrator?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the engraving on the grip—and his heart nearly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh shit… This is Guilliman's gear, isn't it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Arbitrator\" was a legendary weapon in the galaxy—an expertly modified composite bolt rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Masterwork weapon—Primarch-tier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each Masterwork weapon was forged using extremely rare materials, requiring immense time and skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even carried unique blessings, making them irreplaceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman personally named this weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could fire micro-atomic compression rounds, and had been customized to near perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its lethality was off the charts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden quickly examined the other weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A power sword named \"Glory,\" a monomolecular combat blade, a bolt pistol—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None were particularly famous, but all had belonged to Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Primarch's Loot Crate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sneaky little Ork had looted the Hall of Blades!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was thrilled—but also slightly panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, this might have been too much…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had just woken up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he realized all his weapons were missing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he chase Eden down for revenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he return them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…No. Absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought never even crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finders keepers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he had sacrificed a lot to save Macragge and help Guilliman awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Big Ivan nuke?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt it had saved countless lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was fair compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Guilliman wasn't exactly unarmed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the Armor of Fate and the Emperor's Sword now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing a few extra weapons wouldn't hurt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden happily stashed the loot, instructing the logistics officers to store them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weapons had far too much of Guilliman's personal style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to modify them first—customize them to fit the Savior's image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once done, he'd be rocking an entire set of Masterwork-grade Legendary Weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peak badassery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for that sneaky Ork—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where'd he go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned—only to see the little green thief collapsed on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it had fainted right after dumping the loot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Let him rest,\" Eden sighed, crouching down to pat the unconscious Ork's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one had potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He marked it for promotion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And instructed the Mekboyz to craft it a custom-built deluxe power armor set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the others drool with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what happens when you loot properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had a sneaking suspicion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Ork definitely planned the whole thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't steal the weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just… picked them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield salvage process continued, with the Orks steadily turning in increasingly valuable weapons and vehicle wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by now, Eden had lost interest in their loot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had his sights set on the Heavy Looters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These creatures were larger, meaning they could haul back much bigger prizes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive wreckage pieces thudded onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Looters lined up, one after another, presenting their offerings to the Great Four-Armed Looter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Eden had suspected, they had far more loot than the Orks—and it was all big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Looters were massive, standing between three to five meters tall, with strength to match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had retrieved numerous large vehicles, armored wreckage, and even intact components.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the loot, there were Terminator suits—most were wrecks or fragments, but a few were nearly intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were precious research materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Goliath Sector ever hoped to replicate high-tier war machines and armor, it would depend on these findings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gene-seed? None.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had given explicit orders to avoid scavenging gene-seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a guaranteed way to make enemies with Space Marine Chapters—stealing their foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Primarch weapons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the offering process, there was a minor incident—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Heavy Looter dragged back a Chaos Terminator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who turned out to still be alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That led to a brief skirmish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by \"skirmish,\" it meant the Chaos Terminator got beaten to death by the surrounding Heavy Looters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden noticed something off about one of the Heavy Looters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was gasping for air, its throat seemingly obstructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More worryingly, it reeked of Chaos energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost as if it were sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This immediately put Eden on high alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corruption? No, that shouldn't be possible…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A growing sense of concern gripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was a contagious disease, things could get very bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For humans, Nurgle was the worst of the Chaos Gods to deal with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His plagues were insidious, difficult to defend against, and terrifyingly effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was a highly infectious plague, it could spread across an entire planet, killing untold numbers before it could be contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the worst case, an entire world could become a death-ridden plague zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that thought, Eden found himself wishing for Isha, the Eldar goddess of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had her, plagues wouldn't be a problem—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just feed her the disease, let her develop a cure instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no wonder Nurgle had stolen Isha—not just out of twisted love, but because she was the one thing that could counter him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I were Nurgle, I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing an anti-plague goddess was in my enemy's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Isha could be rescued, the benefits would be insane—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for protecting his territory, but also for spreading miraculous medical aid across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of Savior followers would explode overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha must be saved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better take note of this for later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Guilliman decided to torch Nurgle's Garden, Eden would definitely tag along—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hopefully pull off a massive heist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These thoughts passed through Eden's mind in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Heavy Looters around the afflicted one had backed off, per Eden's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague Research Institute and Demon Research Institute scholars were already rushing to the scene, preparing to contain the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better safe than sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>COUGH, COUGH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Looter struggled to breathe, its face flushed red as it choked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Chaos energy poured from its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like it was about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HACK—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Looter spat something out and collapsed—but almost instantly returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos energy around it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden let out a breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a plague, then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had simply swallowed something containing Chaos energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These idiots eat everything, don't they? Even metal scrap? Do they have some kind of eating disorder?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The object it had coughed up bounced a few times, making a metallic clanging sound before settling on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped forward to examine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an oval-shaped metallic object, exuding thick Chaos energy—like a condensed wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It almost looked like an egg?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HISS—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he looked closer, Eden sucked in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-red Chaos-infused metallic shell contained a gelatinous fluid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a tiny, half-formed metallic embryo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked suspiciously like a Hell Drake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did a Heavy Looter just bring back a Hell Drake's egg by accident?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait… do Hell Drakes even lay eggs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lore had ever stated that Hell Drakes could reproduce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a total knowledge blind spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But logically speaking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell Drakes were Warp entities but still physical creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So technically…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could exist, they could reproduce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe this was a mutation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had seen insane things in the Warp before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like void whales the size of battleships, with entire ecosystems living on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to that, a Hell Drake laying an egg wasn't that weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice interrupted his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scholar from the Demon Research Institute—Mao—had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had outrun the Plague Research Institute scholars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because, of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He desperately needed new research materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New materials meant funding, progress, and breakthroughs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao froze when he saw the Hell Drake egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lit up like he had just found the Holy Grail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Savior—this, this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not seeing things. It's an egg. And it's alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, please—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao forced a fawning smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was definitely in his jurisdiction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… the Biological Research Institute might try to claim it, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's yours. Study it, cultivate it. Do not let it die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao grinned ear to ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We'll treat it better than our own children!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to his assistant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you standing there for? Carefully contain it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant extended a mechanical claw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And immediately got smacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be gentle! What if you break it?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao personally wrapped the egg in his robe, cradling it like a newborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then activated an energy field to contain the Chaos aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, Mao bolted away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he was afraid someone might steal it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smirked, watching him leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hopefully, the Demon Research Institute could hatch and control it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could purify the Chaos energy, even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because let's be honest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn't want to ride a giant Hell Drake into battle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that settled, Eden turned back to the Heavy Looters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright! Keep turning in the loot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive footsteps echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Looters cleared a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two enhanced Heavy Looters dragged in a colossal, blue-painted war machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy sh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearly intact, battle-worn Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You guys actually dragged back an entire Dreadnought?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreadnoughts were walking relics—housing ancient, mortally wounded Space Marine veterans who had fought for thousands of years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this one was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Ultramarines Venerable Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If its pilot was still alive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the greatest war prize of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priceless veteran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pilot woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice boomed from the sarcophagus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where… where am I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last memory was fighting Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the Heavy Looters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fury erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"XENOS SCUM! WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreadnought's power core surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electric arcs crackled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its twin-linked heavy bolter—aiming at Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OH SH—BRO, WAIT! I'M ON YOUR SIDE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy bolter rounds fired.\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>",2457,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","67a367132b081e7020f40d54273c57f113a6c6f722c532511e78e70f98878b15","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-255","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-253",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]