[{"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-299":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},1681219,2147,"Chapter 299 300 – Guilliman: I… I’ve Doomed My Brother!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-299",299,"\u003Cp>A burning forge world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames of war raged, and corpses paved a ritual circle faintly visible through the firelight, the bloody miasma dyeing the sky red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying, colossal demonic shadow descended like a harbinger of destruction from the abyss. The ritual shattered under its massive steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air froze in terror. The entire battlefield fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the roar of the daemon echoed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Daemon General, Ka'Bandha, had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deeply regretted missing his chance to face the Devourer in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By accident, he had responded to the summoning of his loyal worshippers, arriving here to spread blood and slaughter in Khorne's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he had missed the perfect opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was for the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Daemon General didn't want to join a group assault—that would be dishonorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If fate allowed, he would duel the Devourer one-on-one someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh Great Blood God of War…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the shadow descending with a legion, the Khorne High Priest was feverishly devoted. \"We beg you to save your loyal believers—kill these damn insectoid xenos!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weren't they supposed to be killing Imperial humans?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Four-Armed Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react, several enemy aircraft launched suicidal attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his blood-whip destroyed a few, one slammed into his iron body and detonated a melta bomb, scorching his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn bugs!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha flew into a rage. The situation became clearer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This planet had been overrun by Genestealers, and in desperation, the remaining humans had unearthed ancient Khorne rituals, summoning him to fight them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd used blood and bones in mass to call upon the so-called Blood God to resist these vile xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It nearly knocked Ka'Bandha senseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worshippers, by comparison, seemed more human. Was he... helping the Imperium?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What's worse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power generated by their sacrifice was weak. Normally, such a summoning wouldn't even draw a glance from the First Daemon General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he happened to be \"on a trip,\" and personally burned his own warp reserves to power the portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basically, he paid out-of-pocket to come to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving like this in realspace made him weaker, and now he faced an enemy that gave little in return in terms of souls or energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An absolute loss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damned bugs showed no fear of the daemons. On the contrary, they charged more ferociously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought back ferociously—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Genestealer hybrids even detonated themselves to kill daemons in mutual destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha went berserk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood-whip lashed across the battlefield, and his colossal axe split the land, magma surging and engulfing vehicles and hybrids alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The display of power sent the Khorne cultists into a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood axe crushed them into paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill. Kill. Kill. Everyone dies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha was furious and ready to destroy everything in sight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's Realm\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Brass Hall, Khorne learned that Ka'Bandha had responded to worshippers and gone to some remote corner to spread terror and carnage. A sigh of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a shame—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had missed the perfect chance to kill the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, he would surely regret it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne Daemon Lords weren't afraid of the upcoming campaign against the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's name echoed through the Warp—too many daemons feared him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless daemons were studying him, trying to find weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With more intelligence gathered, they discovered that the Devourer himself didn't seem all that powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only real threat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was his cursed weapon, imbued with the power of the Forsaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, only a tiny portion of that power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they were careful and defensive, they could survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the weapon's power was depleted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Khorne Daemon Lords' bloodlust surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought to be chosen to lead the legions into Charalton, kill the Devourer, and seize eternal glory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And replace Ka'Bandha as Khorne's First Daemon General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fervor pleased the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's shadow would be erased, like dust in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne carefully selected eight of the strongest Daemon Lords, including Angrath, the previous First General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mission—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Travel to Charalton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lead the infernal legions toward Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha missed the most important opportunity of his life,\" Angrath sneered. \"When he returns, he'll find himself beneath my heel again…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath had already vowed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would personally sever the Devourer's head for the Skull Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Khorne's fiery anticipation, eight Khorne Daemon Lords, led by Angrath, marched with a vast army into the Veil of Charalton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just Khorne—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three Chaos Gods were also mobilizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sent their own Daemon Lords and legions to join Be'lakor's grand Dark Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their numbers showed just how serious they were:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh: 6 Daemon Lords\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle: 7 Daemon Lords\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne: 8 Daemon Lords\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch: 9 Daemon Lords\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty named Daemon Lords from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Be'lakor's coordination—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods had set aside their rivalry and launched a joint army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extremely rare event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp seethed with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many legions in motion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the mightiest Chaos beings couldn't ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the plan succeeded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The united Daemon Armies would ravage the Imperium's core, defiling and corrupting all in their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing untold devastation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, among the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Macragge's Light – Sanctum of the Primarch\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman, as usual, sat over his desk, processing endless reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle reports from the frontlines flowed to him constantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allowing him to see the war's progression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, the Primarch had felt better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleets were reclaiming lost territory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he'd found his long-lost brother: Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his return, hope was reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's frown had finally eased a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even managed to sleep a full night. The Apothecaries were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All thanks to his brother Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had shared his burden, helping him cope with the war against Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman sipped coffee while scanning reports—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare moment of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm, front-line pressure's easing. Chaos reinforcements are decreasing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed a strange pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, a good thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made him uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his experience, Guilliman knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could never relax with Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many disasters had come from letting down their guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He contacted the Chief Librarian, ordering a review of psychic and galactic anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong psykers were attuned to the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the right rituals, they could even gain glimpses of the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many times—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had warned of major Chaos movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Librarians returned with terrifying news—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A great darkness was gathering in Charalton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chief Librarian shared something worse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods themselves were stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of Daemon Lords were moving toward the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the intel was accurate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was Charalton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Guilliman—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a thunderclap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that many Daemon Lords invaded realspace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charalton was a strategic Imperial node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chaos took it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could strike deep into the heart of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His great Indomitus Crusade would become a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he reclaimed other regions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could never offset the loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a dreadful thought struck him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I may have sent my brother Eden to his death…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he order a retreat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman visibly aged, torn with guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want Eden risking his life in Charalton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't bear to lose another brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Imperium's sake, someone had to hold the line, to delay Chaos long enough for reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering Eden's past courage, he found hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he could endure until help arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman relayed the intelligence to Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To calm the masses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He announced that a new Primarch—the Devourer— was holding the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered Imperial High Command to gather reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news shook the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every sector near Charalton went on alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Primarch's reassurance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many nobles fled to Terra under flimsy excuses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And refused to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium's elite now watched Charalton closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the region overflowed with warp energy and fog—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reliable intel was hard to come by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Guilliman gone from Terra—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords returned to their usual power games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They half-heartedly followed his orders—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deliberately delaying reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even secretly hoped Eden would die and never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second Primarch meant losing more of their power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Chaos threatened the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't affect them personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium was vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most leaders would never see a battlefield in their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whole planets and armies could vanish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would be just another line on a report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had long become numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, Holy Terra was safe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guarded by the Custodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time Chaos reached its surface—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was ten thousand years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A distant memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they focused more on politics than war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, losing power hurt more than losing planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the High Lords' Council—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many voiced concerns and excuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They claimed it was impossible to raise a large enough force in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's crusade had already drawn most Imperial forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this state—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium preferred defending key regions or Terra's perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one wanted to waste fleets on the decaying Charalton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even nearby sectors hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why send their forces?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would protect them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone agreed Charalton must be defended—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one wanted to be the one to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had brave warriors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as an organization—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a scattered federation of forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone fought their own battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By contrast—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain had centralized power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Un-Imperial, but effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It proved Guilliman's value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could unite the Imperium—at least somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His efforts merely tightened the screws on a collapsing machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it would fall apart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords did form a \"reinforcement fleet\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was sluggish and weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they arrived—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charalton might already be gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, this was the Imperium's way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charalton's rising storm caught the eye of both the Imperium and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone waited to see—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would become of the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charalton Region\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver – Savior's Sanctum\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had just finished a psychic conversation with Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch looked more aged than before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deeply apologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked Eden to hold off Chaos as long as possible, buying time for reinforcements—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying the Ninth Fleet would arrive soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had little faith in Imperial efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden reassured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He promised to do all he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman, thinking Eden meant to fight to the death, hesitated—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then urged him to retreat if the situation became hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want to lose another brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He agreed to be cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, reading the latest war reports, he sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty named Daemon Lords were coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might even be old enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This proved—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There could be no rest in war against Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any slack—and they'd crank up the difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, he had brought enough forces to possibly turn the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If— and only if—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He destroyed the dark machine and sealed the rift before the daemons arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's forces would suffer grievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the strength his domain had built up over the years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Charalton would be doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tako from the Naval Department came to report:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No Imperial fleet has entered Charalton's vicinity. No reinforcements in sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had expected this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had long been running on fumes, and its leaders were obsessed with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But taxes? Oh, they were efficient with those.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Charalton resisted the tithe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd have been swarmed with fleets in days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked to Tako.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no more time. We'll handle this ourselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He contacted Admiral Kaes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gave the final order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today—under the eyes of the galaxy's many factions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior would launch an all-out assault on Be'lakor's lair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in Charalton\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corevax\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The planet was completely enveloped in warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colossal daemon shadows stood guard, behind them legions of daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor sat on his throne, awaiting his moment of glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory is best witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would defeat the Devourer in full view of the Warp's elite!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're coming…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blue eyes glowed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's fleet was closing in—flying straight into his trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued the command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the Chaos fleets, itching for bloodshed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begin their warp-jumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast Chaos fleets engaged short-range warp-jumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warriors, the time has come…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos commander sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We'll crush those pathetic Imperials and show them the might of the Despoiler's fleet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excited roars filled the Chaos ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi's fleet received the assault order and charged toward Corevax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This eerie silence was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, sensors showed no warp traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden also monitored the fleet's progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no enemy contact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way Be'lakor would leave his lair unguarded…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill crept over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is Be'lakor hiding too, waiting like me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up suddenly and gave the order:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior Fleet, full warp-jump to Corevax!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corevax Airspace\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi's fleet approached attack range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space rippled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alarms blared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enemy contact!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woooo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Void shields lit up across the fleet, at maximum output.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of Chaos warships warped in, surrounding Volradi's fleet from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi saw the stars vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he saw now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was enemy ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Imperial dogs, surprised?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha! Time to die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your end is here…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos comms erupted with laughter and mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Corevax—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemons roared with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp flames darkened the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor rose from his throne, arms outstretched, facing the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let us enjoy this grand fireworks show—let the Devourer watch as his fleet dies!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Fleet Flagship\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi, calm, listened to the Chaos mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke into the comm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Found you. Dark Lord's main fleet—just so you know, you're surrounded…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos commanders laughed even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space tore open again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alarms screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless Savior warships warped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ones surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi's fleet had been the bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior fleet had encircled the Chaos encirclement—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pincer trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stars vanished from the Chaos perspective—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only blackness remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could scream—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior fleet's guns opened fire, drowning them in hellish bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunderous blasts reached Corevax's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Listen—listen to the symphony of destruction…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor, back to the fleet, faced the Daemon Lords—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms raised, eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if savoring the firestorm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unaware…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That the fireworks were for him.\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>",2446,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","b5df90425efe37496b70ca73a6cb43efa7ffee13a3d38039103ffc03753a1f3b","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-300","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-298",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]