[{"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-260":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},1681180,2147,"Chapter 260 261: The Pilgrims—Is This Holy Terra?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-260",260,"\u003Cp>Eden's consciousness swept over the decrepit pilgrim ship, quickly assessing its condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, there were still many survivors aboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then activated the Astronomican, sending a psychic beacon toward the pilgrim vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as the ship retained some navigational capability, it should be able to follow the beacon to reach the sacred land of Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing this task, he withdrew his consciousness and ceased manipulating the Astronomican.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood up from the psychic throne, feeling an immense relief wash over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the Astronomican wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was far easier than controlling the Blackstone Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a high-level psyker could endure this strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only the first attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it proved effective, the Astronomican could guide more pilgrim ships to Urth in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faithful would spread word of Urth's sanctity and the presence of the Savior, turning this place into a true holy site of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lilith approached gracefully, her high heels clicking lightly against the floor. Her movements were elegant and captivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, I believe you need some rest,\" she said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently took Eden's arm, her pure yet fervent gaze carrying a hint of zeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the softness of her body against him, Eden swallowed. \"You better not use your psychic tricks this time…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Savior must maintain some restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he worried that Slaanesh might take notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his words, he followed Lilith into a small chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short while later, strange flickering lights shone from within…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn you, Slaanesh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Endless Void\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A decrepit pilgrim ship, nearly a kilometer long, drifted silently through space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time had left its mark upon the vessel—its hull was rusted and worn, yet the ancient and solemn relief carvings remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reliefs depicted the legendary Emperor and various saints, serving as symbols of the ship's devout faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vessel was named The Devout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centuries ago, an impoverished planet had nearly exhausted all its resources to construct The Devout, embarking on a sacred pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sought the merciful Emperor's salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the hopes of an entire civilization, The Devout set sail, fully laden with pilgrims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the Ecclesiarchy's prescribed pilgrimage route, they passed through one holy site after another, bound for Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as they neared the Sol System, with victory in sight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nightmare descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astronomican went dark, and a Warp storm engulfed The Devout in its journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pilgrims were fortunate—the ship did not break apart in the violent tempest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate was cruel—the storm hurled them into an unknown region, cutting them off from the Emperor's light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could no longer perceive the beacon of the Astronomican.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devout was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, the faithful pilgrims were besieged by suffering and nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wailed and prayed for the Emperor's salvation, but no answer came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope slowly faded…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bridge of The Devout\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urgent and heavy pounding echoed through the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by horrifying shrieks, the steel doors trembled under the impact of some unknown force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, scraping sound followed—like claws dragging across the metal, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dreadful noises pushed the bridge crew to their psychological limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O merciful Emperor, master of the galactic storms and whirlpools!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We, your helpless followers, are adrift in peril! We cry out to you for aid!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Save us! Deliver us from these terrifying undead abominations!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly captain, his face wrinkled and hair gray, prayed devoutly, desperate for salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, hundreds of pilgrims, clad in ragged gray robes, huddled together in fear and starvation, kneeling to the Emperor in supplication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain's throat grew hoarse from shouting, despair glimmering in his deep-set eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centuries ago, his ancestors, under the orders of their queen, had built The Devout, carrying with them the faith and hope of their entire planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had embarked on this grand pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, would their journey end here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But The Devout had not yet reached Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they not devout enough to earn the Emperor's favor? Had they failed their queen and their people?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, monstrous heretical undead surrounded their ship, killing more and more faithful by the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make matters worse, their food supply had run out days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the bloodthirsty undead didn't breach the ship, they would starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain halted his prayers and glanced at the comms panel, his expression growing graver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Navigator had not sent any updates in days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Navigator had fallen to the undead, then The Devout's last hope was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship suddenly jolted. The engines roared back to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low hum reverberated through the vessel as the captain stumbled toward the control panel, nearly collapsing onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, his face lit up with ecstatic joy. \"Praise the Emperor! The Gellar Field is online!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Navigator found their course?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could process what was happening, the instruments signaled a warp vortex forming ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant they were about to enter the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warp jump commencing! Hold on tight and protect your heads!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain's warning rang out—he didn't want anyone smashing their skulls during the violent turbulence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The all-knowing, almighty Emperor has come to save us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship entered the Warp, and everything around them darkened. The eerie glow of the gray-pink Warp energies seeped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, discomfort gripped the passengers. Whispers filled their ears. Terrifying visions flickered behind their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the toll of Warp travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As The Devout plunged deeper into the Warp, the bridge shuddered even more violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the undead outside grew more frenzied, pounding furiously against the steel doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain and the pilgrims knelt, eyes shut, silently praying to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hoped The Devout would emerge from the Warp intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devout jolted to a halt. The armored windows of the bridge slowly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrified, praying pilgrims suddenly felt warmth envelop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cautiously, they opened their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they saw…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor's grace, what am I witnessing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hum of awe spread among the pilgrims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expressions of pure devotion and joy illuminated their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them, bathed in sunlight, was a magnificent blue planet shimmering with golden hues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How breathtaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These pilgrims had visited many holy sites, yet none compared to the beauty and sanctity of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No choking clouds of pollution. Verdant lands. Vast blue oceans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a single glance, they could feel that this world was different—extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a radiant jewel set in the void, it shone with an almost divine brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Emperor… Could that be Holy Terra?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frail, elderly pilgrim rasped, his entire body trembling as he gazed at the planet in a fervor, wanting to etch its image into his very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, the sheer intensity of his emotions caused him to faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the others could react—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous roar shattered their joy, pulling them back into the grim reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead abominations were still outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that door wouldn't hold much longer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as despair was about to consume the pilgrims, a sudden communication signal came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, resolute voice echoed through the comms, carrying an unshakable faith:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pilgrims, we have detected signs of contamination and are approaching swiftly. Please remain calm, seek the nearest safe area, and stay hidden…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, the voice solemnly recited a sacred verse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the wicked hide, I strike with Your might; The Emperor and the Savior, shield me from corruption!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the words faded, the ship trembled slightly, as if struck by an unseen force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A serene hymn filled the ship's corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hymn about the Golden Sun and the Savior…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside the holy chant came the roar of gunfire and the anguished wails of the undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden turn of events left the pilgrims frozen in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of hope ignited in the captain's weary eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured, \"Could they be the fabled warriors of legend—the Angels of the Emperor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this 'Savior'… could it be a living saint, chosen by the Emperor Himself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devout's Cargo Hold\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim corridors, the faint light of a teleport beacon flickered steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fiery bursts of bolt rounds lit up crimson armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle-tainted undead erupted into putrid gore, falling one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A squad of silent warriors advanced over the rotting remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angels of War had received their orders—an unknown pilgrim ship had entered a quarantine zone, showing signs of contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be purged and sanctified before it could be allowed entry into the docking zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angels of War split up, systematically kicking down chamber doors, eliminating the undead within, and moving forward with surgical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were ruthless, efficient, and utterly decisive—as if they had drilled this operation a thousand times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, these undead were little more than pests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a Cabin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frail, scarred boy with pale skin huddled in the corner, wrapped in tattered rags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His name was José.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pilgrim—one of the Voidborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to his unusual physique, he had always faced discrimination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time The Devout docked at a planet for pilgrimage or supplies, he had to cover himself completely, hiding his form and features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a Voidborn, revealing oneself was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Voidborn were exceptional sailors and crewmen, many planet-dwellers, ignorant of the stars, saw them as abominations or mutants and reacted with hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When José was eight, he stepped onto a planetary surface for the first time—only to witness his uncle's entire family burned alive on a pyre by a mob of fanatical zealots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the priest arrived to stop it, it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, José had become terrified of exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, The Devout had no means of self-sufficiency. While the nobility and the faithful sometimes donated supplies, it was never enough for their prolonged voyage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, at every stop, the pilgrims were forced to take on temporary work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The work was never pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was usually hard labor—or worse, clearing out polluted and hazardous sewage systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least it earned them extra corpse-starch rations—enough to stave off starvation during their journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For José, however, every job was fraught with danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to be extremely careful not to reveal himself—lest he be met with insults, beatings, or something far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all of that was about to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>José felt an odd sense of relief—he was about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door to his cabin shook violently as several undead slammed against it, desperate to feast on his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, he took out a small, moldy crust of bread, nibbling at it slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savoring it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This half-eaten crust had been a gift from a kind priest, and José had saved it for a special moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he craved food, he would take a small bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, merciful Emperor, for allowing me to taste such a fine meal…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed and murmured a final prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well enjoy this last morsel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as José was halfway through his meal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door was violently smashed open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, his hands trembled, and the bread rolled to the floor near the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he reached for it, an undead's foot stomped down, crushing it into the filth before lunging at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with death, José felt no fear—only regret that he hadn't finished his last meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vrrrmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wet splatter, the undead's head was shredded apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roaring chainsword halted just inches from José's face, its jagged teeth humming ominously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind from the blade's swing made his pallid skin tingle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the chainsword was withdrawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>José looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw an awe-inspiring figure clad in crimson armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior was colossal and formidable, his heavy armor adorned with sacred seals and inscriptions, radiating power and faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you… Angel of the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>José's soul trembled, his hoarse voice barely escaping his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly what stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Angel sent by the Emperor Himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, José remembered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frantically searched the floor, finding his small, crushed, bloodstained bread crust and began wiping it clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It should still be edible, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angel of War silently watched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without a word, the warrior reached down, snatched the contaminated bread from José's hands, and tossed it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his storage pack, he pulled out a wrapped ration bar and dropped it into the boy's lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>José blinked in disbelief, slowly picking up the ration bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The packaging was pristine, adorned with the image of a golden-armored figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… Ration Block?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read the words aloud, realizing what he held in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a military-issued emergency ration, supplied to armed forces by the Munitorum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a nutrient-rich bar—Arkenberry flavored—containing essential proteins, sugars, and vitamins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to more refined food products, the taste was slightly lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But José caught the irresistible scent, swallowed hard, and quickly tucked the ration bar into his chest, holding it tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he faintly heard more gunfire outside, growing more distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later, the Angels of War completed their purge and departed the ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, a sanitation team arrived, making contact with The Devout and docking for a half-day cleansing operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urth, Pilgrim Reception Hall\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aleman stood upright at her post, her smile bright as a spring morning. (TL: Weird name... but whatever)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before her was… emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aleman had graduated from the Loyalist Academy's School of Administration, earning a respectable placement in Urth's Ministry of Internal Affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, she was assigned to the newly established Department of Culture and Tourism, specifically the reception office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While not an influential department, it was still an enviable position compared to those graduates sent to distant, less hospitable worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Department of Culture and Tourism was responsible for the preservation and promotion of sacred sites and famous landmarks across the sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their duty was to maintain and spread the radiance of the Golden Sun and the Great Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their most crucial task? Managing pilgrimage operations centered around the Grand Cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A section of Urth's upper sanctum had already been designated as the core religious zone, with vast resources invested in its development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was to learn from Holy Terra itself and establish a premier holy site within the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the initial phase of construction was complete, with a carefully designed 50-kilometer-long pilgrimage route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When pilgrims arrived, the reception office would guide them through a grand procession—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Holy Plaza, through the Path of Redemption, past the Savior's Sanctuary, the Sacred Gardens, the Memorial Market, and over a dozen other key locations…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until finally, they would reach the Grand Cathedral, where they could worship at the Emperor's Shrine and gaze upon His sacred relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pilgrims would even be able to witness the Emperor's Divine Handprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is, the one imprinted on an Imperial Trade Permit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genuine bloodstain of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy enough. Awe-inspiring enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even on Holy Terra, most pilgrims only ever glimpsed the Grand Cathedral from afar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or peered at the palace gates from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never saw the Golden Throne or even a shadow of the Emperor's remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on Urth, there was actual Emperor's blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pilgrims could experience His greatness up close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Of course, the exhibit was a replica.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But technically, it was infused with nanoscopic particles derived from the Emperor's bloodstain on the Trade Permit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Close enough. Honest enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From setting foot on the Pilgrimage Path to venerating the Emperor's Relics, the journey would take two weeks, ensuring pilgrims fully absorbed the majesty of the Emperor and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Eden—the Savior himself—hadn't gone to all this effort just to provide religious tourism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the route, various immersive faith-strengthening rituals would be conducted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was, in reality, a grand indoctrination campaign—designed to solidify and deepen faith among citizens and harvest more Hope Energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, foreign pilgrims would witness the Savior's glory and the sanctity of Urth, then spread the message beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would further elevate the domain's prestige within the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aleman's role in the reception office was to welcome these outside pilgrims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, for six months, the reception hall had remained deserted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single off-world pilgrim had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding her salary in hand, she felt increasingly guilty, as though she had contributed nothing to the Savior's cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her communicator buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lit up with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pilgrims are coming!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quick, quick, get ready!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her supervisor—the officer in charge of the reception office—rushed over, urging action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, why are you here?\" Aleman asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, he never needed to show up in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Savior! This is the first batch of pilgrims—we must receive them properly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official was clearly excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After six long months, they were finally welcoming the first pilgrims—and there was a chance the Savior Himself might make an appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might have the honor of gazing upon His holy visage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For such a monumental occasion, he had to be present—to prove the department's worth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Pilgrim Reception Hall\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lander, designated for transporting passengers, descended smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hatch opened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the pilgrims stepped out cautiously…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>====\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>",2945,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","a75a387c697483fa17dbc9ec8ef9452007367b4af7a42b10423eb8f8343c27be","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-261","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-259",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]