[{"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-284":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},1681204,2147,"Chapter 284 - 285 – Vashtorr: I Shall Ascend to Godhood!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-284",284,"\u003Cp>One Month Later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars. Acid Rain Hive-City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the streets, the tech-priests were still basking in euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wretched tyrant, Fabricator General Oud Oudia Raskian, had finally been overthrown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mecha Forum had issued a new announcement, thanking all tech-priests for their righteous efforts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And declared the Forum would officially relaunch in five days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Omnissiah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the jubilant crowd, Buna clutched a brand-new data slate embedded with sacred Webby insignias, overwhelmed with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, this was knowledge and hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the Trial of Mars, the conservative faction led by Oudia had been completely dismantled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty Primarch, the Lord Regent, and the joint Mechanicus army issued a joint declaration:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia and his core officials were heretical traitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus would judge them in the name of the Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the trial—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many conservatives were either punished or exiled from power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those like Buna, tech-priests persecuted under Oudia's reign, were rescued and given excellent care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And best of all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buna was finally free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the conservatives ousted, their industrial assets were confiscated and made into communal property.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That included the weapons forge where Buna had worked his entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus announced plans to upgrade and restore these facilities—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the profits would go to public funds supporting research and education for fellow tech-priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This initiative came from none other than Genius Kaul, and was unanimously approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside that, all ancient, rigid, and decaying contracts were abolished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Omnissiah... Master Kaul truly is a saint—and one of the founders of the Machine Goddess Guild!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like many others, Buna was utterly devoted to Kaul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had received official notice: the family-bound confidentiality agreement that had shackled them for centuries had now been voided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now free to work or research wherever he wished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he could also re-sign a modernized contract and stay at the forge he knew best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buna reviewed the new terms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus had realized that excessive dogma, tight restrictions, and tech-lockdowns only bred stagnation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse, chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, many tech-priests had joined the Dark Mechanicum precisely because of these suffocating conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new rules were far more lenient—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still respectful of the faith, but no longer strangling curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buna loved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose to stay and dedicate himself to improving machines with his talents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he couldn't wait to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he daydreamed of the future, he peeked out onto the street—waiting for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere, once festive, gradually became tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant roars of rage echoed closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a heavy-duty hauler rumbled down the avenue, dragging behind it a twisted hunk of blackened metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Oudia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stripped of all weapons and status, beaten beyond recognition by Kaul and the others—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been tried by the tech-priests in the name of the Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with all power and honor stripped away, his shattered body was hauled through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A public shaming for his crimes against the faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests who had traveled lightyears to get here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They deserved a few kicks before heading home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Kaul proposed a public parade of shame—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which the entire forum roared in approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ensure it lasted, Oudia was outfitted with medical support to keep him alive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And endure round after round of carefully administered pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warning to all future tyrants: this is the price of betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the hauler pulled forward, speakers blasted Kaul's voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the name of the Machine God, please line up in an orderly fashion for the beatings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lethal weapons, folks—we've got a long queue behind you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing Oudia, the crowd's rage erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oudia, you f***ing traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"101111010101010!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some rushed forward to punch and kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others torched him with flamers or zapped him with EM shockers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buna joined in—stomping twice on Oudia's broken form, releasing years of fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You lowly scum! How dare you treat a Fabricator General this way?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop! Do you know who I am?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am Oud Oudia Raskian, Fabricator General of Mars! You worms have no right—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His screams were delirious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the pain that hurt most—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd admitted defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd agreed to step down and vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why weren't they satisfied?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his name had become a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the supreme lord of Mars, now the filth beneath its boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the lowest citizen could spit on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the name of the Machine God... I was wrong. So, so wrong. I beg your forgiveness...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill me... please... just end this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled. For the first time, he wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former Fabricator General had bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begged for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted this hell to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul's voice rang from the hauler's loudspeaker:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which legend made Oudia cry?! Step up and take a photo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beatings intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they snapped pics in their most badass poses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kaul, you devil! I curse you! I CURSE YOU!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aww, I actually prefer you like this—still so proud and loud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, I just uploaded a GIF of Oudia crying to the forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Check the emote packs later!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LONG LIVE KAUL!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests cheered for their genius king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretly, many of Kaul's tactics were inspired by his master—the Savior Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOOOO!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia's screams tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mind and body utterly shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the parade ended—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was hoisted onto the Tower of Penance—which he had once ordered built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he would bake beneath Mars' relentless sun for eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fitting end for his crimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanctum of the Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new Council of Mechanicus High Elders gathered for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous council had been puppets of Oudia's conservative faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With him gone, nearly every seat was now empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus coalition convened to hold elections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously persecuted moderate leader, Mina, was chosen as the new Fabricator General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And everyone understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mina was the closest Mechanicus official to the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This entire rebellion had clearly been supported by Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nobody said it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Mina was qualified—gentle, apolitical, and focused on supporting research and tech-priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She openly supported the Mecha Forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What were the alternatives?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hardliners? Xeno-tech weirdos?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mina's appointment was met with no resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once in power, she restructured the High Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaders of the rebellion—like the Stygies VIII Director—were granted seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to everyone's surprise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genius Kaul was invited as a non-permanent member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today's council meeting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To decide the Mecha Forum's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more ambiguity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unanimously, they declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Mecha Forum is a sacred and loyal platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Mechanicus members may freely join.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is a hub for academic exchange and the pursuit of knowledge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had tried contacting the Forum's creator to request admin access.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were firmly rejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forum insisted that neutrality must be preserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No special access. No manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would never be politicized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mina and the others could only accept this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forum was now untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia's fate was proof enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Forum announced a new Mechanicus tomorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the tech-priests would join instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Mina and the council would jump ship if needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they live without the Mecha Forum?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a tech-priest, losing it would be like a modern human losing electricity and internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, when the Forum promised neutrality?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just shouted \"Praise the Omnissiah!\" and rolled with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new Fabricator General issued a formal decree recognizing the Mecha Forum's legal status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mechanicus rejoiced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All tech-priests joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the top of the Imperium?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords were terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forum now practically ruled the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive threat to Imperial authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman appeared personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And publicly endorsed the Forum as a safe, controllable platform—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Emperor's blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That declaration calmed the panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many were shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Guilliman... the Forum's true master?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had conquered the Mechanicus without spilling a drop of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now controlled half the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forge Worlds that once dragged their feet on Imperial orders...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were now bending over backwards to deliver top-grade weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Indomitus Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because their biggest fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that Guilliman might cut off their internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, let's face it, would be apocalyptic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars Shipyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vessel from Urth Mechanicus slowly departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Eden and Kaul reviewed the latest headlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo, are they seriously saying the Lord Regent runs the Mecha Forum?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul frowned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior Lord... should we, uh, clarify things?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the Savior Lord were the true creators of the Forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd suffered so much staying hidden on Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now Big G had taken all the credit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clarify? Why would we do that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn't this better?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forum gets supreme legitimacy. Guilliman gains power to unite the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus gets a safe research hub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the tech-priests get to surf in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everybody wins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Except Oudia.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've got a point.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul didn't even look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was staring at his rankings again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he leapt up:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YES! I'm back at the top! Time to roast that old fart again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're flaming who again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yup. As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul was flaming Belisarius Cawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought about warning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Genius Kaul's insults were legendary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the flamepower of ten thousand forum trolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he ever met the Grand Magos, things might get ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he saw Kaul's smug, trash-talking expression...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh... screw it. I kinda wanna see him get smacked around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman probably already knew the Forum's true origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Forum's servers ran on Mini-Sun energy—something only Eden could provide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Guilliman had seen that energy up close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This whole situation was likely an unspoken collaboration between brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had gained something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hopefully, his brother would be pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Mecha Forum was on track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech growth would soar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if users didn't upload their research, the Mini-AI Webby would scan and record it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Mechanicus data fueling Webby's mind, its database and intelligence would grow exponentially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby's network would spread even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden could begin his next plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First step? Go home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship jumped into the Warp and vanished from Mars' orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calapus Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade had reclaimed this long-lost territory from Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Calapus itself, the battlefield was cleared, heretics burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preparations for the next campaign were underway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HUM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dropship descended from orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman sat at his desk as always, buried in endless reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother had sent him a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The treacherous Oudia was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus had become proactive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Production surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressure eased across the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Mechanicus he wanted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a mob of rusted relic-worshippers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were ancient weapons always stronger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Mechanicus stopped innovating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd clung to tradition so hard, they'd forgotten how to build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many regiments still used gear from the Great Crusade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling it \"holy relics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It nearly made Guilliman puke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his brother—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus had reawakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, better weapons would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father... I think I've found that old Great Crusade feeling again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, brothers fought together for Mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't alone anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dropship landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stepped onto Calapus soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun shone down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chants rang out overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests blessed the barren land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engineers erected new buildings in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was full of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Guilliman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had faith they would win this war for Mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with his brother—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would bring the fire of vengeance to the Dark Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark Mechanicum Territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, the Dark Tech-Priests were in a foul mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mecha Forum had sparked envy deep within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did those damn loyalist freaks get such a beautiful platform?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had betrayed humanity and fled to the Eye of Terror—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Becoming hideous abominations—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for the promise of research freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd even sold their souls to Chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Working like slaves in the Warp's soul-forges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loyalist tech-priests were freer than them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had more knowledge than them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their sacrifice now seemed... pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZZZZZT—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void above the Black Forge, a vast, cancerous Chaos machine floated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For days, they'd slaved away—losing many lives—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To build this horrific device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had signed a pact with a demigod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who promised to seize the Forum for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To claim its infinite database and godlike computational power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With thunderous machine roars, dark power descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh and metal merged into a massive shape—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashtorr had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the Chaos machine and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all the pieces were in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would claim that divine data-being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing would stop his ascension to godhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As dozens of dark priests screamed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos machine began to spin, glowing with sickly green light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashtorr spread his arms and floated forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice a blasphemous hymn of ecstasy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... 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