[{"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-300":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},1681220,2147,"Chapter 300 301: The Ultimate Humiliation from the Devourer","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-300",300,"\u003Cp>Under the gaze of the daemon hordes and countless Chaos entities, Be'lakor—the Dark Master—enjoyed his moment of glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listened intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumble of exploding voidships was music to his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feast your eyes…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor immersed himself in the spectacle, roaring, \"Admire the fireworks festival your Dark Master has prepared for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lying dormant for tens of thousands of years, the galaxy once again bore witness to the might of the Chosen of the Four—Be'lakor, the Dark Master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The destruction of the Devourer's fleet was just the appetizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, he would tear open the Rift, unleashing the daemonic tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor would lead his infernal legions in a declaration of war against mankind, and strike directly at the heart of the Imperium, achieving a victory so glorious even the Warmaster of Chaos would be driven mad with envy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, Be'lakor felt he had reached the peak of his infernal existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the king of the galaxy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Abaddon the Despoiler would look up in envy at the glory he was about to claim and grovel at his feet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's blazing blue daemon-eyes snapped open, unleashing a psychic howl that shook the soul. Waves of warp energy surged like a storm, black mist rolling and boiling across the skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the posture of a conqueror and commander, he looked upon the daemon horde, exuding an aura of absolute authority: \"Yet this... is only the beginning! You shall follow the great Dark Ma—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But halfway through his speech...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mood turned strange. The excited cheers and roars of the daemon horde suddenly went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awkward silence took hold of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Be'lakor's raised claw paused mid-gesture. His booming voice grew small and uncertain, \"—Master's… lead…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was frozen, unable to finish his rousing battle cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons were staring at the sky… as if they had seen something unbelievable… then they all looked back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden hush and the intense gazes made Be'lakor uneasy. He felt… humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze grew cold as he glared at the daemons. \"Do you defy your Dark Master? Defy one chosen by all four gods?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the greater daemons did not tremble. Their eyes turned mocking, no longer filled with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons of Tzeentch were especially entertained, looking on like spectators at a theater, nearly snacking on warp-popcorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Tzeentchian daemons, ever eager for chaos, burst into laughter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark Master! Your ship blew up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words rang out, loud and clear in the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's face went blank. He spun around and looked up into space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw made him cry out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… Impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's fleet, like a star-swallowing tide, had surrounded his Chaos armada. Lances of multicolored light pierced the void, turning the dark expanse into a sea of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can the Devourer have so many ships?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's pupils shrank. Disbelief spread across his face. But no one could answer his question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was plain to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation in orbit had collapsed, and Be'lakor's panic was visible to all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only watch as his once-mighty Chaos fleet—heralded with pride and fanfare—was methodically annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One ship after another burst apart in searing explosions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful blasts he once reveled in… were now devastating his own forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each thunderous detonation pounded like a warhammer against his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosions seemed to mock him, echoing his failure and helplessness across the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was soul-crushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet, he had invited this audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of greater daemons had gathered at the Warp's edge to witness the battle, and even more were observing from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant countless allies and enemies alike were watching—witnessing his disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's head spun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled as he shouted, \"No... I will not fail!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to recover. He quickly opened communications with his Chaos command ship, desperately seeking a way to salvage the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in defeat—he couldn't afford to fall like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the channel opened, his voice crackled with rage: \"Counterattack immediately! I order you to mount a counteroffensive! Use any means necessary—DESTROY the Devourer's fleet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I command you—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Chaos commander on the other end exploded with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You idiot! You walked us into a trap! The enemy fleet is elite, with over three times our firepower! How do you expect us to fight back?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's fury ignited: \"Incompetents! Cowards! If you still possess any honor as warriors of Chaos, then DIE GLORIOUSLY with the Devourer's fleet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark Master, F*** YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos commander lost it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had entered battle under normal conditions, they might have inflicted damage—even underpowered, they could have withdrawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this arrogant plan of Be'lakor's had led them straight into a killbox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, surrounded on all sides by enemy fire, there was no escape!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now this bastard dared to order them to charge in and die to cover his own incompetence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos commander snapped completely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be'lakor, you're a pathetic piece of daemon filth! You're so dumb even an Ork would laugh at you! Your brain is a cosmic trash bin! The Devourer will rip your head off and shove it up your—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an all-out insult assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulgarities poured forth like warp fire, echoing through the throne room of daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the masses of Chaos, Be'lakor trembled with rage: \"Silence! SILENCE! I will flay your soul for eternity!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on the battlefield of insults, the Chaos commander utterly dominated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor had already made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That traitorous wretch would suffer infinite torment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could act—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander's ship bridge was hit by a plasma lance. His body was vaporized in scorching light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before his ashes scattered...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still managed to raise a middle finger toward Be'lakor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deeper silence fell upon the throne chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The awkwardness was suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor could feel the daemons' mocking stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His majesty was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More accurately—he had suffered social death on the grandest scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the daemons descended, they would never again follow him. The fact that they hadn't openly mocked him already was the only grace left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor stood frozen, unsure what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment… he wanted to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new voice rang out across the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem. Hey hey hey—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver's wideband transmission broadcasted his voice across the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor snapped his head upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his vision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless ships, like beasts of steel, descended upon the world, blotting out the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark Master, I'm sorry to inform you: your fleet is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks for conveniently grouping them together. Made it easier for us to wipe them out…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer paused—then chuckled: \"Oh, wait—you didn't pop the champagne early, did you? Clown. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transmission burst with laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clown… clown… clown…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word echoed over and over through the skies like a dagger, slicing into Be'lakor's pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Warp's edge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some daemons were holding their bellies, pointing at him and laughing without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had long loathed his arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor trembled, eyes shut tight in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face twisted into the very image of suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had become the clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After today…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the galaxy and the Warp would know this story—and mock him without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the most humiliating moment of his existence. He couldn't even bear to meet their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fate worse than death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devourer…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor gritted his teeth, hatred boiling in his heart. He wanted to tear him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he forced himself to stop, trembling as he sat back on his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought to control his emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The war has only begun. I have not lost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single failure meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still believed he could win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer may wield terrible weapons—but Be'lakor had found a way to resist them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intel, the Devourer himself wasn't particularly powerful. If he could neutralize that weapon, he had a real shot at killing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could just destroy the Devourer…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could reclaim his honor and command the fear of the Warp once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor calmed himself and began preparing defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his fleet was gone, the planet's surface still housed powerful forces—dozens of Chaos Titans, over a thousand Chaos Knights!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the final battle would come soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he could tear the Rift open—he would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's army would drown in the infernal tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Dreamweaver – Savior's Sanctum, Armory\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched the monitors. There hadn't been any strange activity on Corevax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh… he's really holding back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hoped Be'lakor would rage-quit or come charging out after the taunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would've made things easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Be'lakor stayed put, controlled himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he still had cards left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made things dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—the enemy's lair was right in front of them. Eden had no intention of turning back now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would press on until Corevax was destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's fleet advanced slowly, a pack of wolves closing in on the defenseless world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no fleet or orbital arrays left, Corevax was ripe for annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one order…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the entire planet would be glassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, under orders from Eden and Admiral Kaes, the fleet acted cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No indiscriminate bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, one ship was sent to test fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lance beams of light shot down…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before reaching the surface, they were swallowed by a warped veil surrounding the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone—vanished into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This planet existed on the edge between realspace and the Warp. Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attacks escalated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as more firepower struck the veil, Warp energy surged—nearly pulling a ship into a Warp vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the fleet halted in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaes wiped the sweat from his brow: \"Good thing the Savior warned us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they'd done a full bombardment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resulting Warp storm could have consumed the entire fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they would've lost their only chance to stop the daemonic invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, we can't keep attacking,\" reported Tako, looking up at Eden. \"Too much firepower will not only create Warp storms—it will also accelerate the Rift's opening. It's almost fully torn already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then prepare for ground assault…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed. \"We hit Corevax's central fortress. Before the Rift opens—we destroy the machine generating it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intel confirmed the Rift was being created by a massive device underground—powered by Blackstone tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden's forces had some experience with Blackstone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was rare and hard to harvest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That machine's core looked very tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could retrieve some pieces, they might craft terrifying new weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tak passed on the orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANK—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last piece of power armor locked into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering black-armored warrior, over five meters tall, stood ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years away… Eden would return to the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't surprised. This was tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped down from the armoring platform, stretching—his armor tight with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached the weapons wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed by ordinary gear, heading straight for a different wall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where rows of holy cremation shells were stored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center stood a massive, ten-meter-high, three-meter-diameter bomb—the \"Tsar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sacred cremation warhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ace in the hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at them, a little regretful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had a few more centuries, he could've built a whole arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could've tossed them like hand grenades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A good fix for his ancestral firepower anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this war wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Rift opened, the daemonic legions—dozens of greater daemons—would descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These sacred bombs might not be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the enemy could still receive reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that case…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fleet, his ground forces—his domain—would all be in peril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chaos found his core worlds…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without proper defenses, everything but the innermost sanctuaries would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If xenos showed up too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred towers were useless against xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might have to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—no matter what—he had to shut the Rift before the daemons arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's hope this goes smoothly…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with all this firepower, Eden was nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting Be'lakor was risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy might be a moron tactically—but he was personally terrifying. He once beat Vashtorr into the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Eden couldn't back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the strongest in his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one else could face Be'lakor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, this was realspace—Be'lakor's power was weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with his sacred bombs, as long as nothing went wrong… Eden was confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for the weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, he armed himself with sacred cremation shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Chaos and the Savior's forces stood ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A war was about to erupt…\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>",2118,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","db57db08b40fe513dffff3ccef6db205079d50cfbdf816eeb4d5cd1121289dc3","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-351","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-299",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]