[{"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-268":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},1681188,2147,"Chapter 268 269: Guilliman: Why Didn’t Father Act for Me?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-268",268,"\u003Cp>Regret, shame—an indescribable sense of humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Magnus recalled that towering golden figure and the disgusting presence of the Daemon Eater, his body involuntarily shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the world of Warhammer, such utter humiliation would be hard enough for any proud warrior to endure, let alone the vainglorious, arrogant Crimson King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it's a universe where people kill one another over who's stronger. Being subjected to such a galaxy-wide and ultimate public disgrace—especially one that's recorded and can be replayed endlessly—is unbearable for anyone with dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless, of course, they serve Slaanesh and relish that sort of shame play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some still live, yet they are already dead in spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus knelt there, stripped of all fighting spirit, bereft of any will to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared blankly as Guilliman approached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson King no longer intended to do anything. Having lost most of his soul's power, he was extremely weakened, nowhere near a match for this Primarch brother before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered by one devastating blow after another, he did not even feel like running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of golden flame—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's Sword pierced his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurts, but…compared to Father's attack, it's almost comforting…\" For a split second, such a thought flashed through Magnus's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could distinctly feel his life being devoured by the golden flames that coursed along the Emperor's Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments before death, he felt only relief, finally free from all this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman pushed the Emperor's Sword further in, driving it deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, the blade felt heavier than ever in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, ending the life of a brother Primarch with one's own hands is no easy thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magnus…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's face was grave. At the end, he could not help but speak a few words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Magnus, who was suffering severe PTSD, the sight was twisted into something very different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He abruptly widened his single eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Crimson King's vision, Guilliman's visage grew sharper and more mocking—his scornful sneer all too clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like the triumphant victor's merciless ridicule of a defeated dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed that, before delivering the killing blow, Guilliman wanted to subject him to one last wave of crushing humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were even recording it, the filthy scoundrels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn you, Roboute—do you intend to desecrate what little remains of my dignity at the final moment of my life with your vile tongue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could scarcely imagine what terrifying words his brother might utter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He absolutely refused to die while hearing Roboute's venomous taunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would only make his death an eternal laughingstock across the galaxy, forever brought up in mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a final desperate effort, Magnus unleashed every bit of Chaos power he had left, triggering a violent, uncontrolled explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shock wave blasted out in all directions, sending the two Primarchs flying apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the dust settled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman got back up and spotted the fallen Magnus at the entrance of the Webway Gate. His heart gave a sudden jolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not good. Magnus is going to escape!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rockbed collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of the Ultramarines sprang up with all his might, cutting a streak through the air as he swung the Emperor's Sword straight at the Crimson King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Webway Gate, Magnus struggled to his feet and, with difficulty, picked up the Wandering Blade-Staff from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roboute…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood upright once more, regaining his proud bearing, gazing resolutely at the onrushing Emperor's Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Webway Gate was only steps away, he had no desire to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what if he did escape? He would still face sneers and mockery; he wouldn't even know how to face his own sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them would only revive memories of himself being thrashed by Father and bawling like a pitiful wretch—a scene etched into him forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Runic sigils of the sorcerous rite flared as space around the Webway Gate warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In tandem with the ritual, Magnus drove the Wandering Blade-Staff into his own body, letting his life slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the surrounding space twisted violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as though two massive hands from the Warp's currents had reached out and yanked him inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus had chosen to use a sorcerous rite to banish himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the crowd's reactions, he had but one thought: It's too shameful—this universe…is no place for me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Emperor's Sword came crashing down, the Crimson King vanished, dragged into a boundless lost dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus, thoroughly disgraced, chose to run—hiding away in a lost realm where no one could find him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planet of the Sorcerers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorcerers and warriors of the Thousand Sons discovered they could no longer sense their Primarch at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a time, the entire Legion fell into chaos and grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods, Daemons, and the other Fallen Primarchs who had been watching the spectacle could also no longer locate Magnus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were disappointed. They had been waiting for Magnus to return in disgrace so they could ridicule him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Primarchs, meanwhile—though they mocked their brother's plight—could not help but dread their ancient father more deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were lucky it wasn't them who ran headlong into Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least the Cursed One, that False Emperor, remains bound to the Golden Throne. As long as they were careful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't do much to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time here was perpetually in flux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how much might have passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a certain patch of chaotic Warp currents—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strand of consciousness belonging to Kairos, Tzeentch's chief Greater Daemon and Fateweaver, arrived. Following faint threads of causality, it located a hidden, shadowy region of real matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come to find Magnus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and several other Tzeentchian Greater Daemons had traced out this strand of fate, confirming the Crimson King was hiding here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos suppressed his presence, turning solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene of Magnus being beaten by the Cursed One had already spread across the Warp. He himself had seen it multiple times, finding it hilariously absurd—unforgettable, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he must not betray any hint of amusement or mockery before Magnus, not even the slightest mental smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Magnus would sense it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the plan to bring him back would fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the Tzeentchian host could not afford to lose this crucial figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet such is the nature of thought: the harder one tries not to think about something, the more vividly it appears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the classic \"white bear\" phenomenon. The more you tell yourself \"Don't think of a white bear,\" the more it materializes in your mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos struggled to blot out all the images of Magnus's humiliation; but the scene only grew sharper, replaying in his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness quivered just slightly, letting slip a wisp of silent laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he regained control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Changer of Ways' arch-sorcerer, a weaver of infinite illusions; no matter what happened, he would not laugh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos did his best to erase every trace of that scene from his mind and returned himself to utter calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only once he had fully stilled his thoughts did he slowly enter that dim physical corner of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the Crimson King, hunched in a corner, covered in some tattered fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So humiliating…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus was muttering to himself. He crouched there, alone, occasionally trembling with silent sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trauma had driven him into a state of withdrawal, each reminder of that scene filling him with remorse and shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnessing this, the memories Kairos had sealed away came flooding back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to remain composed, speaking in measured tones:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magnus, you must pull yourself together. The Changer of Ways needs you. Don't you wish to have revenge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the instant he beheld Magnus's pitiful expression—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos's consciousness jolted, and he inadvertently let out a stifled laugh in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was just for a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Magnus's perception, it was as if Kairos had openly snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, certain images in the daemon's thoughts grew clearer, practically magnified in this psychic space: the humiliating replay of Magnus being beaten, repeated in comedic loops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is bad!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Kairos immediately suppressed his thoughts, it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begone!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just begun considering a return, but faced with laughter and that looping parody in Kairos's mind, he once again snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos's fragment of consciousness was forcibly banished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he regained clarity, that shadowy region of matter had vanished into the Warp's tumult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Magnus was completely gone, and even Kairos could not find him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch's Domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a hidden temple—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yet another thread of fate that was never foreseen…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos's mind returned from the Warp's currents. He heaved a lengthy sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their plan to retrieve Magnus had failed. They had lost the fallen Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At present, Tzeentch's realm was beset by unprecedented crises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways continued to sequester Himself in a crystal chamber, refusing all contact with the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what He might be scheming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to make matters worse, those savage Khornate daemons had lately been launching continuous raids against Tzeentch's territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casualties among Tzeentch's servants were mounting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they had also lost the fallen Primarch, Magnus the Red—an enormous blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation grew ever bleaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Tzeentch's leading figure in the field, Kairos bore even heavier burdens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His anxiety deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, he lifted a crystalline shuttle-like device and turned his gaze to the threads of fate, observing the ripples and turmoil they carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to weave a new plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing how hopelessly tangled the threads of fate had become, the Fateweaver fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's too chaotic…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos felt powerless. From the moment the Daemon Eater appeared, all destinies had become muddled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any attempt at weaving a cunning plan was more likely to trap them in their own schemes. The odds of failure soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the Daemon Eater—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch's servants now faced a 90% likelihood of defeat whenever they acted, up from perhaps 50% before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos might be more chaotic than ever, but their own risk of blundering into destruction had also skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, Tzeentch's followers were diminishing at an alarming rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems we must get rid of that Daemon Eater soon…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. We must!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos's two raven-like heads, each covered in a myriad of blinking eyes, spoke one after the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief Greater Daemon prepared to take a gamble—piecing together a fresh scheme to corrupt or destroy the Daemon Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw himself into selecting fragments of fate's tapestry and threads, weaving a grand conspiracy against the Daemon Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But halfway through, the Fateweaver saw a vision of his own fate: being throttled by the Cursed One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, Kairos forcibly unraveled that plan and tried again in a new direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to see yet another eventuality: the Daemon Eater transforming into a scorching sun, roasting Tzeentch's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ga-gak!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kairos was horrified and again broke off the plotlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several attempts later, the Fateweaver flung down his crystal shuttle in exasperation, giving up on weaving any cunning plan around that being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn the Daemon Eater!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fate was ungovernable. This challenge should be left to the Changer of Ways Himself…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ruins of Tizca's pyramid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword, gazing toward where Magnus had vanished, worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected the Crimson King to slip away after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, at least Magnus's scheme was thoroughly crushed. He wouldn't be able to cause trouble again in the near future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once calm, Guilliman recalled the earlier scene of that familiar golden silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father…was it truly you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured, half believing that his father, under the weight of worship, had ascended to a new form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living god, one upheld by the faith of mankind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not so different from those so-called gods lurking in the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman felt sorrow for his father's plight: once an Emperor brimming with grand aspirations, now turned into the very sort of entity He despised most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, Guilliman had received constant adoration from the people and thus knew that the power of faith was fearsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized that if one let down their guard, one might be completely consumed by that faith, reshaped into something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He both grieved for his father's changes and grew wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he thought about another figure—a younger, hazy presence: the Daemon Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon figured out the chain of events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Daemon Eater was attacked by Magnus—Father appeared to save him, delivering a brutal lesson to the Crimson King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…when I was under attack, why didn't Father come to save me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does Father think less of his own son than of that Daemon Eater?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this notion, an uncharacteristic twinge of bitterness welled up in the steadfast Primarch's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he quickly reined it in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Guilliman's curiosity about the Daemon Eater deepened. He was determined to find that individual again. Once you've laid eyes on such a presence, you can never forget them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunder of artillery shook him from his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out in space, the fleets' battle was entering its final phase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planetside, the Thousand Sons' Chaos forces were in disarray, fleeing in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Courage and Honour!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword high, leading the warriors of the Imperium in a final sweep against the Thousand Sons survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single one was to escape!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small escort craft slowly approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat by a porthole, casually tapping away at a handheld mechanized game console in a carefree manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the crisis had been resolved, he had the Dreamweaver make a Warp jump to the vicinity of Holy Terra, then transferred to a Govindi-family–style escort craft to enter Terra's orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shahim and the others were still assisting the Imperial fleets in mopping up stragglers, so it might be a while before they came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gave Eden a head start to reach Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to explore a bit in advance and make preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the local Terran traffic-control signals came through loud and clear, Eden set down his game device and glanced outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was greeted by a colossal structure that pierced the atmosphere itself, linked to countless dockyards and orbital elevators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, this was the largest spaceport in the galaxy—Lion's Gate Spaceport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It served as both a transportation hub and a formidable line of defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy turrets dotted the region, manned by large Imperial garrisons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering his gaze, Eden saw innumerable vessels shuttling around the Lion's Gate, a massive flow of traffic that blotted out the skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spaceport's capacity was astounding, able to accommodate ships arriving from all across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the bigger docks could even house a Glorious Queen–class warship over twenty-six kilometers long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help wondering if, should an enemy breach the spaceport, it might well deploy a formation of Titans as a countermeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the escort craft joined the flow of ships, queuing for a berth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a nearby lane, a battle broke out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it ended as swiftly as it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of beams tore through a vessel declared heretical, shredding it to wreckage that plummeted downward—then was obliterated entirely by further batteries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing those remains vanish, Eden tensed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow. They're not even leaving scraps behind!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra was the heart of the Imperium, as well as the Inquisition's main bastion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those zealots didn't care about false accusations or second chances—once a ship was labeled heretical, that was the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden noticed an unfortunate pilgrim vessel caught in the crossfire, its hull rent by a gaping hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of luckless souls were swept out by raging air currents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were pilgrims who had traveled for centuries, clad in rags, yet not even given a chance for one glimpse of hallowed Terra before plummeting below in shrieks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor, save us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they fell to their deaths, some tried calling out in prayer, but their fates were sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the clouds below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was Holy Terra, the exalted world countless Imperial citizens yearned to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the cabin, the crew likewise fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were only thankful they hailed from the Holy Land of Urth, blessed by the Savior himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, even the Savior seemed anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their turn for inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything were off in their paperwork, they too could become cosmic debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden waited quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the escort ship bore the Govindy family's credentials. After some basic checks, they were cleared for arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the vessel docked in one of the spaceport's berths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phew…we made it,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden breathed a sigh of relief only after stepping onto the solid deck of the port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ought to be able to move about Terra freely now without trouble—at least in theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden surveyed the dock, picking up on a strong, acrid stench of decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dirty, chaotic, and disordered—those were his first impressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon realized that the milling throng here consisted mostly of ragged pilgrims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the Administratum wasn't about to devote resources to making these masses more comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, something caused a stir in the crowd. People began murmuring all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following their gazes, Eden saw a familiar vessel approaching the spaceport…\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>",2912,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","ca3772cd254c2af593c40aae126fcfe6d0bd05d164ee94e7b4c2f57796f6809e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-269","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-267",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]