[{"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-283":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},1681203,2147,"Chapter 283 - 284 – Fabricator General: C-Can We Talk It Out?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-283",283,"\u003Cp>Edge of the Solar System.Urth Mechanicus Battleship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hooooly crap... what a damn show!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the surveillance display, where Mars was now completely encircled by fleet after fleet after fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests had arrived for Mars' 'birthday bash' just as expected—but the scale was beyond even his imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had clearly underestimated just how important the Mecha Forum was to those tech-heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for that arrogant bastard Oud Oudia Raskian? He'd severely underestimated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many fleets arriving in such synchronization—this had clearly been brewing for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably the moment Oudia issued the ban, maybe even before that, many Forge Worlds had already decided they wanted him dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a coordinated assault of this magnitude?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard to believe it wasn't backed by someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most likely... his dear old buddy, Roboute Guilliman, the Regent of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Big G was a Primarch—with a mind as vast as a star system, and the greatest logistical strategist in Imperial history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could micromanage an entire sector's fleet, down to adjusting a single turret's arc by centimeters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For maximum effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden suddenly realized—Guilliman always looked so polite, so calm and pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it counted? The guy was a world-class schemer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This whole Mecha Forum incident? It had to be Guilliman's opening move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now? The Fabricator General was about to be annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was more suspicious—Guilliman hadn't made a single comment on the whole incident. Not even a public statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just sat there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting the storm gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe... just maybe... Big G knew the Mecha Forum was run by someone close to Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was leveraging that momentum to consolidate the Mechanicus, turning it into a more unified asset for the Indomitus Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn... I better start watching my back around that guy,\" Eden muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one who plays politics keeps clean hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd nearly been fooled by that noble Primarch act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to him, Eden felt like a naive little kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank the Emperor that he was operating in the shadows, while Big G was in the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he had the intel edge for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he thought more about Mars and the carnage brewing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if I get caught in the crossfire?\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he considered not going—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GO GO GO! Full speed! We have to get to Mars ASAP!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul screamed excitedly, personally piloting the ship into short-range warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the current state of things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to move fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or by the time they got there, there wouldn't even be scraps of Oudia left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wha—Hey!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Eden could stop him, the ship had already jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welp... we're here. Might as well enjoy the fireworks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, once they arrived near Mars, their ship slowed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then stopped entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Mars' orbit was blocked by gridlock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many damn tech-priests had arrived with their fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and company weren't even late—but the ones behind them were already spilling over into Terra's airspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would've thought—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That these usually quiet, lab-bound tech-nerds had this many ships stashed away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And looking at their loadouts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were kitted with gear better than the Navy's own vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, they'd been hoarding the best toys for themselves all this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the swarming screen of ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This much firepower could easily vaporize Mars—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if the Imperium did anything stupid to provoke them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might take Terra out for fun too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't that be a cosmic joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars – Iron Ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the base of the Imperial Navy's fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the strongest fleets in the entire Imperium—the Solar Fleet—was stationed here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their commander?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently drenched in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn that bastard! Running off and leaving this dumpster fire to me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet commander wiped his forehead and cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Admiral of the Navy—one of the High Lords—had \"conveniently\" left for a \"meeting\" as soon as tensions began on Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was comfortably hiding on Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning he was now the highest-ranking officer at Navy HQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had to deal with this clusterfuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard Admiral had the nerve to message him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telling him to \"calmly handle the Mechanicus situation and avoid escalation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, over on Terra—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other High Lords were freaking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those tech-head maniacs had come in way too fast and way too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords were praying this conflict would end quickly—and not reach Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deploy forces?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't be ridiculous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the Mechanicus had already massed at Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost half the entire tech-priest population of the Imperium had gathered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right next to Terra!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if they tried mobilizing troops?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if they triggered those madmen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew what kind of star-killing forbidden tech those ships might be hiding?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Solar defense fleet remained completely static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planetary defenses didn't budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending like nothing was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were doing their best to play dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't notice us, don't notice us, don't notice us...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-priests hated High Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the political ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If those mad scientists got carried away and stormed Terra after they were done with Mars—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that'd be game over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And let's be honest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they wiped out every High Lord on Terra,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no one in the Imperium would even care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus wouldn't get punished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd probably just blame Chaos and rewrite the whole story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell, the High Lords had done that themselves enough times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some High Lords, particularly those not aligned with the Regent, started to suspect the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because without Guilliman's support, how could the Mechanicus have slipped into the Solar System so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the Primarch had influence inside the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was a power move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A show of force to remove the disobedient Fabricator General, Oudia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even someone like him could be crushed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What chance did the rest of them have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some High Lords began to panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had fooled them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gentle, polite image? A facade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real Guilliman was ruthless—and brilliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the tech-priests' fleets sitting right outside Terra,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>any misstep could mean annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't taking chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every High Lord rushed to send star-telegrams to Guilliman— pledging loyalty, begging alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretly prepping ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just in case they had to flee the Solar System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the panic on Terra spread—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars' orbit grew ever more tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A war of massive proportions was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Ring – Navy HQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet commander issued immediate orders:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lower all planetary shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deactivate every weapon system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shut down ship engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Play dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do not provoke the tech-priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the conservative Mechanicus on the Iron Ring had no objections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratch that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't conservatives anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were loyal supporters of the Mecha Forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hated Oudia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only way to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they got purged later, at least they'd live today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those bastards on Terra!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords had just sent another edict—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ordering him to personally appease the Mechanicus fleets and prevent further escalation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An edict signed by the entire High Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice but to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor protect your faithful servant...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the swarming armada.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even 1% of these ships opened fire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Navy HQ would be reduced to ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiped his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then opened comms to all nearby fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Emperor, and in the name of the Solar Fleet, I welcome you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your loyalty is beyond question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the massive influx of vessels, Mars' orbital lanes are congested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But do not worry—we are working to clear the traffic for your swift arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the heavy traffic, I offer a humble suggestion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps you may coordinate to send elite representatives to the surface,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To formally purge the heretical traitor Oudia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We ask for your patience and understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praise... Praise the Omnissiah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the best solution he could think of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn't control the chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars might be obliterated outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there really a traitor on Mars?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who cares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus had come to purge a heretic—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so one damn well better exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus fleets replied positively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They agreed to coordinate and follow the Navy's recommendations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were here to destroy Oudia and the conservatives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars belonged to all of them. Not just him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Solar Fleet was then fully deployed to guide orbital traffic—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening lanes so the Mechanicus armies could land more efficiently on Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars – Surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was dark—blotted out by warships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red Ark \"Oudia\" exploded into a fireball after a synchronized forbidden-weapon barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All conservative-aligned fleets who hadn't surrendered?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia watched in horror—terror overwhelming him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"T-Treason!! This is treason against the Mechanicus! Treason against the Emperor!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Send a distress call to Terra! Mobilize the Imperial fleets! Call the Custodes to defend sacred Mars!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trembling aide spoke up:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord... we already sent distress calls. Terra replied that this is an internal Mechanicus matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said... they have no authority to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And... the Custodes can't leave Terra under the Restriction Edict...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't it HIM who reinforced that edict?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't HE tell Terra not to meddle in Mechanicus affairs?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd cut off his own escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of shame and helpless rage hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The almighty Fabricator General... had become a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! I am the Fabricator General of Mars! A High Lord of the Imperium!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus can't function without me! The Imperium can't function without me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperately, he activated his High Lord priority comms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tried to contact anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All channels were blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other High Lords?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running for the hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't want to get a drop of his blood on their boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Politically, he was already dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power base crumbled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His loyalists?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already cutting ties—to save themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn you all!! You deserve to die!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia lost it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fired blasts in every direction, destroying the Temple of the Frictionless Pistons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred oil pools became a raging inferno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After venting his fury—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't over yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had a backup plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Activate the crane—take me to the Temple of the Omnissiah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned—his aide was dead, head melted in the earlier blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crane too—wrecked by his tantrum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DAMN IT!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushing regret filled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cursed the rebels for everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging himself along the ground, leaving oil and blood in his wake—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crawled toward the Temple of the Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fortified it into a fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay forbidden tech, unique Martian knowledge, and a secret escape teleporter—known only to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could just reach it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take priceless tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flee to the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join the Dark Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the Mechanicus and the Imperium see what they'd lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See how vital he truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crawled—closer and closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions echoed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allied tech-priests had landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the banner of purging heresy, they attacked the conservatives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orbital weapons struck with deadly precision, leveling bunkers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They advanced toward the Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were met with resistance—Cybernetic Guards and over twenty Titans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia's most loyal forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor-class Titans unleashed devastating attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests took casualties—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But retaliated with their own Titans, heavy weapons, and orbital strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melta blasts. Missile barrages. Flamers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire zone became a sea of carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Titan fell, engulfed in fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OUDIA! YOUR GRANDPA KAUL IS HERE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul floated in midair, covered in little Webby emblems, launching a full assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor-piercing missiles, corrosive acid, EMPs, ion beams, rapid-fire melta—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his massive black servoskull blasted deadly lasers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father and son swept the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul had become a battlefield legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor-class Titan aimed its cannon at him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep beep beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Directive 13!\" Kaul shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servoskull responded instantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Threat detected. Target locked... DESTROY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul raised his arms, as if welcoming divine fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Machine Goddess!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson beam from orbit vaporized the Titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding guards were obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"PRAISE THE MACHINE GODDESS!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morale soared. The tech-priests attacked with even greater fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some failed though—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging out weak lab weapons, getting mocked by their mentors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the line advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temple of the Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will be redeemed. The rebels shall know pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia was almost at the shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd escape. He'd strike back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged his ruined body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZIIIIP—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black beam carved a trench in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared in confusion—his mechanical arm was melted clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barbed metal hooks pierced his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jammed his arms into the ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the force ripped them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dragged back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>into the arms of the rebels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of tech-priests stared him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled with static—almost sobbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Omnissiah... can we... c-can we talk this out? I'm willing to give you anything...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OUDIA, F* YOU!!**\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stygies VIII's Forge Director launched in with a gravity hammer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO—PLEASE—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia's head was shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FORUM BROS, GET HIM!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul, the Mecha Forum's most addicted tech-priest, led the charge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests swarmed the fallen tyrant.\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>",2242,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","7072551d4a68eaab445cbf03cf51e87b33aad8afde044789fa991ffa795877cd","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-284","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-282",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]