[{"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-292":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},1681212,2147,"Chapter 292 293: Guilliman – I Must Ask My Dear Brother for Help","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-292",292,"\u003Cp>Chaladon Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tska-Melo, Queen's Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ear-piercing howls echoed from the darkness as Chaos crept upon this mineral-rich world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the shadow closed in on the steel-clad fortress, sentries atop the battlements swiftly adjusted their turrets, aiming into the gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the thick darkness, drenched in Chaos, obscured their vision and bred confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The siege had lasted for days. The defenders were exhausted. The fortress could collapse at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many began to believe the Chaos abominations were toying with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZ—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vessel drifted near the wall — an Ecclesiarchy chapel ship, its deck-based chapel buildings glowing with gentle warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Missionary Fran stepped out, clutching the Codex of Redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the priests with devout intensity:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Chaos is corroding our spirits. Darkness spreads. We teeter on the brink of the abyss...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only when gazing into the abyss, can our souls be forged into steel-hard faith!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pray, faithful ones! Let those cursed Chaos beasts know — our faith shall never die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by Saint Fran, the priests prayed with unyielding devotion before the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the ship's projection array began broadcasting hymns praising the Golden Sun and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp beasts surged forward like tides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken shadows wrapped around the monstrous forms, confusing both the defenders and the targeting systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror mounted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless horrific creatures — like waves of nightmare — slammed against the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some thundered forth with every step shaking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others unfurled bat-like wings and soared through the night, casting ominous silhouettes under moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beings that once only existed in ancient terror-lore or apocalyptic prophecy now crossed the veil from the warp into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They screamed toward Queen's Fortress, craving mortal souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander struggled to send distress calls, but the comms were filled with unnatural howling and whispers, drowning all speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command center fell into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then — hymns began to flood the comm channels, dispelling the interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl's gentle whisper echoed within — driving out the dark murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any Tech-Priest present would have surely offered sincere gratitude to the blessings of the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the network stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander regained control and gave fresh orders to reorganize and hold the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in the light of the chapel and hymns, the defenders regained morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fired back at the incoming warp tides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, super-heavy tanks rumbled over Chaos beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cannons and flames roared, reducing the creatures to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, these ground vehicles could not hold the line alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over twenty daemon engines, each nearly eight meters tall, emerged from the black mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotting flesh fused with steel, these demonic constructs rampaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike or stomp caused devastating casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tanks' firepower could barely scratch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some withdrew, attempting to reach the secondary defense line to await reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But several had pushed too deep and were pinned down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemon engines stomped them flat — or bathed them in molten hellfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drivers screamed as cockpits turned into boiling slag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor help us — we need Knight support!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pilot's desperate cry rang out before being silenced by agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, he opened another channel…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling the Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the fortress, noble pilots — exhausted — crawled from recovery pods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite overextended minds and bodies, they sprinted toward their sacred war machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Knights of the House Raven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, they'd hesitated and feared the dark — and paid dearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their homeworld, Kolox, had fallen to Chaos, plunged into eternal night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, as Freeblades, they wandered the stars, avenging what was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had sworn never to fear Chaos again — and to fight until death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the makeshift hangar, over a dozen Knight suits — each nine meters tall, sheathed in adamantium and bearing red, yellow, and black livery — stood silently beneath flickering lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pilots climbed into their thrones. Under the Tech-Priests' binary chants, cables linked to their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZ—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engines roared to life. Loaders rotated, chambering ammunition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our minds join the Machine Spirit, bearing the honor and might of House Raven…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead Knight's vox rumbled. The others followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exiting the hangar, the Knights picked up speed, charging toward the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon engines ravaged the battlefield. One brave tank pilot made a suicidal charge to protect a comrade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crashing into a daemon engine, it crippled the creature — but couldn't move again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furious, the engine raised its massive hammer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plasma blast tore off its limb mid-swing. More blasts followed — destroying it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Freeblades have arrived!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights stormed past the wreckage, unleashing hell on the Chaos swarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon engines roared in challenge and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead Knight's engine thundered, ramming a daemon engine head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Molten wreckage flew. The Knight's chainsword pierced its core — still spinning violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others unleashed fury — plasma rounds found weak spots, chainswords bit into unholy flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Knights stopped…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only wreckage remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment's rest, the Knights turned their guns on the cultists and abominations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos tide, bereft of their daemon engines, began to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Freeblades of House Raven trudged wearily back toward the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew this war was far from over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the tenth battle like this. The attacks only grew fiercer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos was laying siege to the fortress — waiting for despair to consume it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister Sahim… can we truly be saved?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the terrace of the main hall, Queen of Tska-Melo withdrew her gaze from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young blonde queen, with brown eyes, looked weary — and afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had only just inherited the throne from her late father… and now faced this disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a beloved princess, she had no time to adjust — and was thrust into a chaotic reign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she was overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" Sahim answered firmly. \"The Savior has received the distress call. The armies of the holy world are on their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Savior's radiance, the heretics and abominations will be burned away…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sahim looked at her with calm confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been stranded here on this feudal mining world while trading…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And had aided its people, staving off Chaos infiltration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unexpectedly, Chaos surged again — sealing off the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Freeblades not arrived, the world would have fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, Sahim had broken through the comms lockdown and sent a distress call to Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Typhus's Chaos legion was repelled, a new threat emerged — a towering black demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It brought an even more terrifying army and Chaos war engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaladon had no time to recover — it was already in a new war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suffering masses needed the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the message had been sent, Sahim remained uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos could have taken the fortress — yet didn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they surrounded it… as if laying a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected the enemy's real target might be him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he had already reported everything to Uncle Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Sahim believed —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what Chaos plotted…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would all be crushed under the Dominion's unstoppable might!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confidence soothed the queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fear faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still had the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she'd prayed to the Golden Sun and Savior — just as Sahim had taught her —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had felt the Savior's presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if standing right beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer feared sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm and vast, a figure would appear in her dreams — banishing nightmares and whispering horrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared blankly at the Savior's portrait in the hall…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly entranced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She awaited the Savior's arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in Chaladon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearly broken planet drifted in the stars — barely visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Kolvax, once the homeworld of House Raven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it had fallen — dragged into the border between realspace and the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble House Raven… had bent the knee to the Lord of the Black — Be'lakor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They renamed themselves the House of the Raven of Shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These corrupted nobles piloted Chaos Knights, joining Be'lakor's mighty Chaos legions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark mists filled the sky. Giant chunks of land floated — chained to the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost every landmass hosted a soul factory — churning black smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep beneath the shattered crust, even greater Chaos forges roared…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building weapons for titanic monstrosities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the world's center was a fortress city. Atop it, a throne rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon it sat a phantasmal black entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soon… the galaxy shall witness the glory of the Lord of the Black…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated, the First Daemon Prince — Be'lakor — opened his glowing blue eyes, gazing at a war map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armies devoured the region — from Forge World Steel-Orb to distant agri-worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of Chaladon screamed under his fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of the Black was unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human soldiers struggled in the ashes — like moths to a flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt — Chaladon had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Be'lakor wanted more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaying the weak meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to conquer a true rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one the daemons feared — the Devourer of Demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor focused on a single world — Tska-Melo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had caught the Devourer's scent — and now set his trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain the distress call had reached the Devourer's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would draw him — and his army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Lord of the Black would wage a final battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the outcome was predetermined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would stand atop the Devourer's corpse — lighting a bonfire of glory in the war-torn galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then all would look upon him with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With jubilation, the Lord of the Black would rise to the galactic stage — rallying more Chaos forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To complete the unfulfilled work of the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor looked beyond the war map — toward the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Chaos armies assembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titanic Chaos Titans marched in rows, Chaos Knights formed up…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-mechanical slave-soldiers and mutated mecha-demons filled the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warriors of the Word Bearers and Alpha Legion also joined the growing horde…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glorious of Macragge sailed into darker realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop the Primarch's flagship — within the grand palace — sat the study of Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its collection of tomes rivaled or surpassed any Imperial library — including forbidden texts from the Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass domes soared above. Shelves stretched hundreds of meters high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They circled a single table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During rare moments of peace, Guilliman would work here — never wasting a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today… the table was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman strolled between the shelves, frowning in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinking of someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dear brother — the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Guilliman's return, that brother had saved his life — and helped reform the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That strange brother… always found unorthodox solutions to problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His innovation stunned even a Primarch — who often lamented why he lacked such brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Mecha Forum he built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That miracle platform conquered the Mechanicus overnight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making them abandon archaic dogma for scientific progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a revival of humanity's lost potential — like during the Great Crusade under their father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creativity that once let the Imperium conquer the stars…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now glimmered again — in his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to him, the Mechanicus finally submitted to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Production capacity doubled. New weapons emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crusade's burden eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All because of that dear brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, another crisis loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaladon's resurgence of Chaos, led by Be'lakor, had become a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repelling Typhus, the fleet pushed onward — only for Chaos to rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now… Be'lakor had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaladon was in ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Be'lakor entrenched himself there, it would become a Chaos fortress — wedged between the Imperium and the Crusade fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An intolerable threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This must be dealt with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had only one thought now:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must ask my brother — the Devourer — for help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, he had quietly confirmed that brother's territory and military might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now certain — the Devourer was a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One he had never met — a younger brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, every Primarch had their homeworld… their legions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think… the Devourer is like?\" Guilliman suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the silver-haired angel — Saint Celestine — blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't know their relationship, but answered firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A mighty being. A trustworthy ally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trustworthy?\" Guilliman chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a brother to entrust his back and his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Chaladon crisis was resolved…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would publicly declare his brother's identity to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But contacting him… wasn't easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Tech-Priests could reach him via the Mecha Forum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would expose secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things were best said face-to-face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So today, Guilliman broke a personal rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned his greatest psykers — to perform a ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To contact his brother directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a message arrived. The ritual was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman and Celestine left the study, heading to the ritual chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was hopeful — this might be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their first meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spire Palace, Balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Webby, Eden had finally uncovered info on the black demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A daemon prince — favored by all four Chaos Gods. Stronger than Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opponent not easily defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew the truth — unless he abandoned Chaladon…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A great war was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Military Department was already preparing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be the largest full-scale war since Urth's rebirth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory, however, might spark disputes with the Imperium…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Chaladon was their mining region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eden mulled over these thoughts…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed a benevolent presence trying to contact him — psychically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who's this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflexively answered, like taking a call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late — the psychic channel had connected!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his consciousness was pulled into a psyker-constructed realm…\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>",2307,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","30d4f474bf464c871b23fa8bc9dfb233dededb77aaaded9e42c6ab15b1ae4b7c","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-293","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-291",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]