[{"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-288":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},1681208,2147,"Chapter 288 - 289 – The Birth of the Machine Goddess, A New Enemy?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-288",288,"\u003Cp>Within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Webby entered the orb of divine power, everything went quiet—even her presence could no longer be sensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's not in danger, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped up to the orb, standing side by side with the Emperor, brows furrowed in concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, his shoulder felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large hand gently patted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned his head—the Emperor looked at him, as if offering silent reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, you're right. With the Emperor here, nothing will happen to Webby...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He comforted himself, then turned back to the orb, silently waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures stood there in silence—neither spoke a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Eden wanted to find something to talk about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was, after all, the first time he'd seen the Emperor's humanoid form—and the closest he'd ever been to Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And two grown men just standing around doing nothing... it was kinda awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had a cigarette, he'd probably offer one—you know, to break the ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Emperor radiated an aura that completely killed conversations. Eden didn't even know how to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The awkwardness thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could easily imagine how it must've felt for the Primarchs, gathering together while the Emperor was in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That silence must've been suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knows how long passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Eden couldn't help but quietly ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you, uh, a bit socially anxious? Like... not much of a talker?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Emperor, gesturing as he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or maybe your body can't speak? We can always chat psychically, you know...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor abruptly uttered a single, crystal-clear word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Got it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden took a step to the side and zipped his lips with a hand gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb of power flared with brilliant light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New fluctuations and auras rippled across the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid shimmering data streams, Webby's small figure reappeared. The glowing essence was merging into her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Eden, the Emperor—and even the Chaos Gods—could sense it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new Warp entity had been born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She possessed authority over data and machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be known as—the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods didn't care much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Cursed One seized Vashtorr's power, they had already anticipated this outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a fledgling Warp entity—not even close to Vashtorr's former might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might help humanity a little, but not enough to shift the balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now, when mankind was suffering great hardships and was teetering on the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Cursed One couldn't reverse the tides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the immaterial realm of the Warp, the Chaos Gods were more focused on their chaotic invasions in realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the source of their true power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, the Cursed One was just a stinking corpse stuck to His throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No threat to their expansion into the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, they were more concerned about the Lord Regent. He'd actually caused them some real problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the Chaos Gods were busy using their new powers to create their own daemon technosmiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So their domains would have even more Chaos weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Vashtorr might've made better ones—but from their perspective...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owning the tech themselves was better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This way, they didn't have to rely on that greedy arms dealer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could expand their arsenals recklessly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And launch even fiercer invasions into realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the data shimmer finally faded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, divine mechanical form hovered in the void. Machine wings glowing with data light stretched wide, and a dragon-like tail swayed behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Machine Goddess... had descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn—what a transformation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at Webby's new form in awe. She looked like a Warhammer-style mecha girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, electronic voice echoed through the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby had been inside the orb for a while—now that she saw Eden again, a joyful smile lit up her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sheer size of her new body—and the strange voice—startled her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clearly didn't like her current form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"J-just give me a moment...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panicking a bit, she re-entered the glowing orb. Her form began to shrink, gradually returning to normal size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All done!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice returned to its lively tone. She fluttered her wings and spun in front of Eden:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do I look?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gave her a thumbs up: \"Awesome. Way better than before!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Webby looked more alive than ever—and her appearance had also changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She now had a tiny mechanical halo above her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kind of like a Warhammer-mech version of Paimon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe, I'm way stronger than before! Check this out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby placed her hands on her hips and began showcasing her new powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Eden smiled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby's transformation into the true Machine Goddess was great news—for both the Imperium and their territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, communications wouldn't be plagued with eerie whispers anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they'd get cute reminders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others might not understand Webby's importance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Imperium had long since stopped using full-scale data networks and artificial intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many even feared or outright rejected them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A benevolent deity over data and machinery could be a tremendous boon to humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If nothing went wrong, the Mechanicus would develop a new branch of belief—ushering in a new Machine Spirit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would bring countless benefits to the tech-priests—far more effective than the elusive Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blessings could bolster the Imperium's mechanical systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor remained motionless, standing in the same pose—seemingly waiting for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Eden and Webby quickly noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked over to Him, sharing in their joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Webby approach, the Emperor's stern face relaxed into a faint smile. He patiently shared a few warnings and taboos regarding faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, He warned Eden—under no circumstance could Webby be exposed to excessive faith energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone could withstand the corrosive influence of belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many twisted beings in the Warp were once benevolent, before infinite adoration and worship from their followers drove them into madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry, I've got this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden patted his chest and promised the Emperor he would protect Webby from the dangers of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both emotionally and strategically, he would never let her fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mini-sun possessed the ability to devour faith—worst-case scenario, it could absorb Webby's faith energy instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would bear the danger himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little one, if you ever face danger—you can always call for me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor left those words—then vanished into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maintaining such a physical form was a burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after destroying Vashtorr and facing the Chaos Gods—He was worn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After He departed, Eden, with Webby now floating on his shoulder, headed for the Warp gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to return and prepare for war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this battle, Eden deeply understood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp, an eternal realm of the soul, was not humanity's true battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was merely a reflection of war. It could never truly decide victory or defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If humanity wanted to survive, they had to win in realspace—in the galaxy's burning conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Chaos would feed on the endless death and suffering of realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And grow even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the Chaos Gods were growing more powerful—and the speed of their growth was accelerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was tied to the expansion of the Great Rift, and the widespread suffering and war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If humanity could drive out the Chaos forces and xenos...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were no more large-scale wars, no more hunger, pain, and greed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the power of the Chaos Gods would drastically weaken—maybe even disappear from the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would be forever trapped in the Warp, rotting in isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this grand dream was hard—very hard. It would take an immense struggle and countless years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least now, Eden had a clear goal—something he could fight for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already, the Great Savior had liberated an entire sector—saving tens of trillions of lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparing them from suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's march would continue beyond this sector—bringing salvation to more worlds and civilizations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes were firm with resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashtorr—the greatest Chaos arms dealer—was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, a new arms dealer would rise in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One whose terrifying war machines bore the insignia of the Savior—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they would bring ruin to Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Warp rippled, two figures—one large, one small—faded from view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving behind the endless void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp, as always, was filled with eternal chaos and distortion—bathed in blood and horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashtorr, daemon technosmith and ruler of the Soul Forge—was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his influence lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Chaotic entities had their eyes on Vashtorr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And none mourned his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it ignited a fresh wave of celebration and war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been the greatest arms dealer in the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Soul Forges were scattered throughout its dark corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he lived, few dared covet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he was dead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That enormous inheritance drove Chaos factions into a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the depths of the Warp, Vashtorr's death-cry had not yet faded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And already, Chaos forces were sniffing out the scent of those forges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dispatched warbands across twisted rifts to seize those Soul Forges for themselves—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gain an endless supply of Chaos weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for them, others were just as fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, one warband after another clashed near the forges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They opened fire without hesitation, bombarding any rival that dared approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp was set ablaze in brutal war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to the denizens of Chaos, this was just another ripple—hardly noteworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Chaos...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War and slaughter were eternal—just part of life. Like humans needing to eat. Nothing special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZ—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos Terminator's power claw smashed apart an approaching Omen Hound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a small daemon engine, a few meters long, bristling with vicious spikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its abdomen housed a molten furnace linked to a giant maw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Capable of spewing metal-melting magma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the heavy black mist, a dozen crimson glows lit up, followed by low, menacing growls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Omen Hounds appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the patrol force of this factory—unauthorized beings were to be torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they found their fallen comrade and confirmed the killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alarms howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omen Hounds charged the Chaos Terminators with savage fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most enemies would fear these engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they faced a squad of elite Terminators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the thunder of power weapons and explosive rounds, the hounds were dismembered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Terminators advanced through the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the alarms had alerted the Forge's defenders. Even more terrifying daemon engines emerged from the smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One massive engine charged forward—its sheer size enough to crush invaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terminator showed no fear—he merely smiled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crush them, boys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunder hammer slammed down, flattening the daemon engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Molten fluid and steel flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack came from an even bigger war machine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stomped on the engine's head and finished it off with a heat blast, then continued forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the Terminator, more Chaos Dreadnoughts appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he'd brought overwhelming force—he was confident he'd claim this Forge for his Warlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreadnoughts and Terminators surged into the dark mist, wiping out guards at breakneck speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blasts lit the gloom, screams echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terminator stepped into the fog, and beyond the curtain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the vast, smoke-belching forge in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Soul Forge—the prize the Chaos forces had long coveted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, a mangled daemon technosmith wailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terminator grabbed him, ready to kill—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mercy, milord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon technosmith pleaded in fear: \"I'll serve you! You need my skills!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terminator nodded and tossed him down: \"Then lead the way. From now on, this place belongs to the great Raide—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive metal foot came down, crushing the Terminator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave sent the technosmith flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay on the ground, staring in horror at the towering figure—nearly nine meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't over—more Chaos Knights emerged from the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ignored the technosmith and butchered the raiders' warband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chainsword weapons tore Dreadnoughts in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Knight crushed a Dreadnought's head, then finished it with a plasma beam—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And kept marching forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technosmith saw the twisted twin-dagger crest on their armor. Memories surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Korvax... the Raven House?! Have they fallen too?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Raven House was a renowned knight family—famous throughout the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their number of Knight suits was unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse—due to alliances, dozens of other houses served them loyally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their deployment strength was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they marched—thousands of Knights could form an unstoppable tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like rolling thunder!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Raven House's fall was a massive blow to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they had a new name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korvax—the Dark Raven House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the technosmith's shock wasn't over—he saw something even more terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored the killing and explosions around him—eyes fixed on the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unconsciously began chanting ancient spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient being had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chains hung with skulls descended from the black sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the mist, he glimpsed an unrivaled black daemon form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four monstrous horns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings and body pierced by countless chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of glowing blue eyes stared down at the Forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technosmith was entranced—his chants growing more fevered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the spells pointed to one terrible demon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Master—Be'lakor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the first mortal elevated by Chaos, the first daemon prince shaped by all four gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brilliance and power were unquestioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent most of his time slaughtering other Chaos Champions and Princes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the Chaos Gods tolerated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Chosen of the Four, he couldn't be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor was proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had free will. He allowed no one to steal his spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, anyone who drew attention in the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Became his target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Vashtorr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fool dared to use the artifact \"Discord Engine\" to infiltrate the Webway—seeking the vaults of the Old Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to use them to become the Fifth Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor intervened—and in a duel, seriously wounded Vashtorr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad the wretch escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—Vashtorr was dead. Killed by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bit disappointing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he had a new target—someone who'd drawn the attention of the Four Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor would never allow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he controlled many Soul Forges, he was preparing for that person in realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that being had a domain there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Be'lakor had Chaos Knights, even Chaos Titans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with the Soul Forges, he could forge a massive Chaos army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready for war in realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would seize territory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And find that overhyped pretender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then annihilate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's fangs bared. His expression twisted in arrogance:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devourer of Daemons... prepare to face the wrath of the Dark Master!\"\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>",2434,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","eac8eede44e5df8631a428b1b8b4f18a54fa627644448a71e8f82d5202de3cf3","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-289","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-287",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]