[{"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-294":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},1681214,2147,"Chapter 294 295 - Fall Back, This Battle Is Now Under the Control of the Redemption Titans!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-294",294,"\u003Cp>Agri-world — Trenn. Chaos-contaminated region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-fertile fields were now wilting, losing all vitality, becoming cracked and barren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden wheat stalks had twisted into something sharp and menacing, swaying in the wind not with gentle rustling, but shrill, piercing wails—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if crying out the pain and despair of the land itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of this corrupted field, agri-workers stood gazing ahead, eyes filled with hope and desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crossed their hands over their chests and prayed softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O crimson and sacred angels, we beg you—use your infinite mercy and might to slay the terrible daemon and purify this land…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM. BOOM. BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the distorted wheat fields, dozens of crimson-armored figures marched steadily, completely ignoring the scythe-like mutated stalks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bolt rifles fired in precise bursts, shredding the twisted horrors charging at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eyes up. We're nearing the target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Angels' Chapter Master, Duke, glanced down at his auspex and warned those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led dozens of Terminator-armored warriors into this remote star system to hunt the powerful daemon rampaging here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the words left his mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROOOAAR—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An illusory barrier shattered, revealing a mountain of corpses—made of stalks and flesh—rising from the earth, swarming with clawed, mummified horrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And atop that grotesque pile squatted a bloated, malformed daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked down at Duke and the others, its gaping maw stuffed with wheat and jagged fangs, twisting into a chilling grin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Outsiders... your presence here is a mistake. You disturb the serenity of this land. You have offended the divine. You will be buried here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon hurled itself from the corpse mound and sent waves of dry, corpse-like creatures charging the warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers—engage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke gave the command calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his thunder hammer tight, and a surge of psychic lightning wrapped around it, cracking the air with blinding sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terminators switched to thunder hammers, psychic energy pulsing from their weapons—they all possessed impressive psychic strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Duke's lead, the Terminators surged forward, sprinting toward the incoming daemon horde, their psychic power charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZRAK—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mighty swing of a thunder hammer, a blast of psychic lightning erupted, incinerating hordes of abominations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die, heretic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke ignored the withered corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dashed forward, leaping high above the swarming horde, swinging his hammer straight at the daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of dazzling psychic light turned everything to white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edge of the corrupted zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O holy angel, mighty angel…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agri-workers, witnessing the radiant explosion, dropped to their knees in worship, their prayers growing more fervent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ughh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the corpse mound, scorched and twisted bodies lay everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monstrous daemon had lost half its body, writhing on the ground in agony, groaning pitifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes were filled with fear, but also stubbornness. It whimpered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That great being foretold… that once I became a god, this land would flourish, rains would return, and drought would flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual was almost complete! That was our only hope—I beg you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke raised a hand to silence it, then activated an important transmission from the Imperial Court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening, he looked to his fellow Terminators:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Order from the Savior himself. We're to return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke and the Terminators turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grotesque daemon's expression relaxed, thinking it had been spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the very next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scorching radiothermal melt bomb detonated, reducing the creature to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, several aircraft lifted into the skies under the grateful gazes of the agri-workers and streaked toward the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson angels departed the agri-world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was far from over. Reports had already been filed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, agri-engineering teams would arrive to rebuild the world, freeing it from the endless plagues…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garden World — Raeda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A paradise world, known across the stars, with thousands of golden islands scattered across warm turquoise shallows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The climate and environment were perfect for easing the mind and healing emotional wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shell Island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight bathed the white sands, waves lapping gently at the shore, revealing gleaming shells beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the dappled shade of pale green palm trees, Supreme Commander Duke of the Storm Corps lay sunbathing with his guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He downed a bottle of crystal-clear liquor and cursed with a grin, \"Damn, why is this booze so damn good?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything here seemed perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not far away, clouds of smoke, massive mechanical wreckage, and floating alien corpse-horrors on the sea marred the peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was just a moment of leisure after a brutal war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A highly advanced xeno civilization had invaded this paradise with massive war engines, slaughtering the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the Savior's warriors exterminated them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this rare paradise world would now become an affiliated world of the Savior's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A place of rest for the loyal, the brave, and the hardworking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The local governor bent over backward to entertain the warriors who had saved them, afraid to show even a moment of laxity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the galaxy had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danger lurked everywhere. They had to seek protection if they wanted to safeguard the billions of lives on this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—CRACK! The bottle shattered, startling the governor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander Duke, what's wrong?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke scratched his head. \"Ah, damn… Sorry, not your fault. This place is great, but we've gotta go…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jumped up and kicked his dozing honor guard awake. \"Get up, you bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors sprang into action, hands reaching for weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, what's happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke smirked. \"We got a job. Time to crush some heretical xeno bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Supreme Commander of the Storm Corps, Duke rarely dealt in strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was more of a figurehead who loved leading his elite guards at the frontlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Duke led his men out of the bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, nearly a hundred bronze-gold Knight suits stood, overlooking the shore…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stars glittered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive cruiser floated silently, its dark green hull marked with the symbol of a skull entwined with constellations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the open deck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick with smoke and excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo—oh great and holy Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An anthem rang out—sacred, fiery, and oddly… rock-themed. It made the atmosphere even hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was an approved track—an exclusive version made by the Sons of Humanity Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Savior's anthem had many variations: from holy hymns to educational nursery rhymes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all had to be approved by the Ecclesiarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise? Expect the Inquisition to pay a visit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That the Sons of Humanity's version passed review likely meant they'd bribed the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel swayed to the beat, wearing an apron and stoking the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped the wok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange meat sizzled in the pot, screaming, belching clouds of toxic purple gas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>COUGH COUGH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off guard, Big Barrel inhaled a full blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face turned purple as he hacked. \"Ugh! That's the good stuff. Gotta save a bite for the Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In seconds, his complexion returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Humanity's Space Marines had exceptional toxin resistance and digestion, and they were master chefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top-tier culinary talents of the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke on the deck thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These rotund Marines were all wielding various cooking tools, preparing all kinds of exotic ingredients—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including tissues harvested from xenos, and even slicing up mutated worm sashimi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ate wherever they went—a unique way to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-fifth of their mothership was dedicated to food storage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel tore off his apron and called for silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it, Barrel-bro?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Marine, mouth stuffed with twitching tentacles, mumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior's issued a decree. Looks like we're being called to war…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Humanity were an autonomous mini-Chapter, free to move as they pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the domain was under attack or the threat was critical were they forced to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This decree was more of a request—for idle forces to return if possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We might not have time to return…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Marine swallowed and looked at his scanner. \"Big one just passed our detection perimeter. Real close…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to scan—we all see it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned their eyes to the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fleshy, octopus-like creature—several times bigger than their mothership—drifted past, surrounded by guardian beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Tyranid Hive Fleet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone skilled in reading star charts would realize—its route would take it through the Baal System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WEEE-OOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Humanity's void shields raised, warp engines roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several escorting Bio-ships had detached and were closing in, clearly trying to eliminate the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander, what now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel scoffed, exasperated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grab some bug meat and RUN. Run as far as you damn can!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackstone Gate. Voidspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHOOOM. SHOOOM. SHOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fleet exited the warp, filling the void like a curtain of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within half a day, under Admiral Kaes' command, the ships formed up and entered the network gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Holy Spire,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light bathed the halls. Tech-priests chanted binary hymns as they pressed the sigils of the Machine-Goddess onto sacred ash rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mechanical arms gently placed the priceless relics into black coffers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would be shipped to the frontlines to serve their divine purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the high balcony of the spire, Eden watched as his grand army assembled and deployed to the Charadon battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This war had mobilized nearly every force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Major combat assets included:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over six hundred capital ships with their escorts; fifty Emperor-class Titans and over three hundred Warlord-class Titans; more than two thousand Knight suits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple Storm Corps armored divisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty thousand Void Angels and War Angels, as well as a thousand Thunder Wardens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Savior, the Devourer of Daemons himself, and his sacred ash rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Battle of Charadon was technically only a sector-scale conflict—honestly, this force was overkill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their opponent was a daemon prince favored by all four Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Abaddon or other powerful chaos forces decided to show up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better safe than sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned slightly with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If time allowed, he'd have summoned even more troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the arrow was nocked—the battle inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and entered a weapon chamber hidden within his chambers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, he'd developed some personal armaments—particularly a new armor with advanced tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden emerged from another corridor, clad in the fearsome Devourer of Daemons armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against daemons, this \"Daemon Slayer\" suit was the most appropriate choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he boarded his dropship and launched into space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior would descend upon Charadon's battlefield—to face the daemon prince in final combat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within Charadon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark Domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kolvax, a shattered star lingering between the Warp and realspace, shimmered in and out of perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the heart of the planet, atop the throne within a fortress-city—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems… I overestimated my opponent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bileak scanned the strategic map, voice tinged with irritation and disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intelligence, the Devourer's fleet had arrived in the Charadon region. Perhaps such a fleet could rampage through some sub-sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to the Dark Lord, that fleet was nothing—barely one-tenth the strength of his own armada.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pitiful, insignificant force… and yet it had forced him to take such elaborate measures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogant Dark Lord found that humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His patience had run thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp motion, Bileak stabbed a clawed finger into the sand model, bursting the orb representing Tskamelo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he issued orders to the Chaos forces stationed there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were to annihilate Tskamelo, crushing the fortress and all who dwelled in it—especially that merchant of the Emperor's blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little \"gift\" to welcome the incoming Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for that pitiful fleet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dispatched a force three times its size to obliterate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord loved the feeling of absolute dominance—he would show the arrogant Devourer the true gap between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tskamelo. Queen's Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorched, war-torn land echoed with terrifying roars that pierced every corner of the defense line and rang in every soldier's ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just noise—it was death's herald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new wave of attacks was imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From thick black smoke emerged more abominations and daemon engines, surging like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisted, corrupted forms marched forward, casting a suffocating silence over the weary defenders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had barely enough ammunition left to endure one more assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food and medicine were long depleted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garrison was deep in exhaustion and hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blades of Freedom, never yield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Raven family's dozen or so Knight suits still stood with unwavering resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They launched the first counterattack against the oncoming daemon engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the comms, a commander's hoarse voice shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold the line, warriors! Reinforcements from the Holy World are almost here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew if it was a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even the tiniest glimmer of hope rekindled the defenders' fighting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether reinforcements came or not—they would fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, they would take as many abominations with them as possible before they fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With death in their hearts, the Knights surged with incredible strength—unstoppable, they tore down the daemon engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inspired by this bold offensive, the defenders held the line and repelled another Chaos assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the cheers of victory could even begin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos Knight emerged from the black mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twisted abomination of the Carrion family, its entire body engulfed in heavy mutation, larger even than the Raven family's suits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitors from the Carrion family!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing the Chaos Knight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Knights of the Blades of Freedom could not contain their rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was these very traitors who had attacked Kloroshi, costing them their homeworld!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the closest Knights charged, engine roaring, straight at the Chaos Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collision between the two was cataclysmic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their chainblade swords clashed violently, shattering the nearby defense structures and sending sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just seconds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blades of Freedom Knight sacrificed an arm but managed to dismember and kill the Chaos Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZZRAK—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could steady itself, another power claw slashed from the mist, tearing off its remaining arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new Chaos Knight had arrived…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, one of the Blades of Freedom Knights tried to charge to help, but was stopped by their captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pilot, hold your position—there are more Chaos Knights behind them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their sight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black mist thinned, revealing over sixty Chaos war machines advancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They loomed over the trench line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fools of the Raven family, you can't stop the might of the Carrion Knights!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Knight with the power claw sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before everyone's eyes, it tore open the fallen Knight's cockpit, impaling the pilot on its claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And threw the mutilated corpse before the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horrifying scene filled everyone in Queen's Fortress with dread and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope… was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could no longer imagine how such terrifying enemies could be defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the fortress balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen nearly couldn't bear to look at the machines. Her voice trembled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Mr. Shahim… what should we do? The Savior… he'll come to save us, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if she was clinging to a hopeless dream… and yet sensing something amid the chaos, she muttered, more firm this time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believe—he will come to save me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shahim looked up toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty… your feeling is right. Reinforcements have arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the atmosphere, a fleet appeared on the radar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the ground trembled faintly, the sixty-plus Chaos Knights marched forward, unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This horde alone would be a devastating force in any war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Knights walked without hesitation, prepared to annihilate everything and tear every living being to shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blades of Freedom took a half-step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they quickly pushed down their fear and stood firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had retreated once before—and it had cost them their homeworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time… there could be no retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We no longer fear Chaos—fight to the death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blades of Freedom recited their sacred oath, ready to meet death head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Chaos Knights seemed to notice something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Streaks of fire descended from the sky, slamming down behind the Blades of Freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM. BOOM. BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those weren't weapons—but Eldar-tech teleport beacons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spatial ripples erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A phantom-like portal burst open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giant mechanical legs stepped forth, shaking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Emperor-class Titans emerged, their towering forms drawing every gaze on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hundred-meter-tall god-engines passed above the Knights of the Blades of Freedom, their deep electronic voices resonating:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stand down. This battle is now under the control of the Redemption Titans.\"\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>",2743,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","e711fb1a69d5b7441af6ab3c2cda47d3709ed5e4e4662d3f015c16c479eaea7f","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-295","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-293",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]