[{"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-304":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},1681074,2147,"Chapter 304 305: Dark Rampage Mode Devourer!?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-304",304,"\u003Cp>Zzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dim, shadowy teleportation energy faded like mist retreating from the night, revealing a clearer view ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering figure of Eden, nearly six meters tall, was fully revealed before the assembled daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he had stepped out from the abyss itself. His thick, menacing black armor seemed to devour all surrounding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This power armor, coated in Blackstone plating, was a cutting-edge creation of the forbidden tech of his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was designed to better harness energy from the devouring side of the Little Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clenching his fist, Eden's bones and joints cracked thunderously. He could feel the immense power coursing through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since his body ascended to the level of a Primarch, he had hidden within a nutrient tank equipped with jamming technology, only allowing clones to act externally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to deceive the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, facing Be'lakor, a powerful daemon seeking to shatter his prestige, Eden had no choice but to take the risk and act in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his clones had tested the waters, Tech-sages, and other scouts had thoroughly investigated the Throne Core Region and the planet for traps—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His true body had immediately joined the battle through a warp gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Be'lakor, Eden spoke with barely restrained anger: \"Be'lakor... you've enraged me. You will pay a price beyond what you can bear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The events that followed were entirely unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruined throne suddenly exploded, debris flying in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's massive daemon body slowly rose into the air, continuing to expand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down at Eden, his gaze grew colder: \"Devourer... Your body is indeed impressive, but it only gives you the right to face me. You're dealing with a demigod!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, he had been hit just now—but it was a sneak attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter your disguise, your deceit has been exposed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's dark energy surged again as he let out a deafening roar—wielding strength at a demigod's level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Primarch could hardly resist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of shock, the horde of daemons also reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Devourer's terrifying appearance was indeed shocking, his strength still didn't match that of the Dark Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Be'lakor dismantling the illusion, the daemons' awe began to fade, the fear shrouding their hearts slowly dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began to view things more objectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Devourer now looked more fearsome, he could no longer frighten them—his terror had always been a facade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the gaze of some Chaos daemons changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fear was replaced by new flames—contempt, rage, and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This shift brewed like a hidden storm within their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside the Veil changed dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former heavy silence was broken—replaced by mocking laughter, at first scattered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon rising into a raging tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentchian Greater Daemons whispered from the shadows, their warp-eyes twinkling with craftiness, grins tugging at their lips—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—as if they had grasped the key to victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This guy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Tzeentch Greater Daemon spoke in a low, mocking tone: \"He always relied on the cursed one's weapon, deceiving us. His strength... it's all smoke and mirrors, a carefully crafted fraud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Tzeentch daemon followed up confidently: \"The Devourer isn't as powerful as the rumors claim. His so-called dominance is a lie, a facade bolstered by external power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now, we've found the countermeasure to that weapon. His false face has no place to hide!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third Tzeentch daemon shrieked, riling up the horde, shouting: \"His true weakness has been exposed—we no longer need to fear him! We can tear him apart at any moment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, all remaining fear was swept away from the daemon horde's hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fanaticism ignited like wildfire, rapidly spreading through the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter, curses, and howls interwove. Warp energy twisted the space violently. It became a literal orgy of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emotional backlash was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark Lord! Kill this treacherous coward!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liar! Pitiful fraud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Devourer is the true clown—his lies can no longer fool us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Khorne's faction:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe... we were deceived...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Greater Daemons of Khorne squinted, for once trying to think, their primitive minds grinding into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was they who had suffered the most under the Devourer's hand—who once revered him as a lifelong rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, seeing his \"true form\"... was it all just a ruse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This revelation only made the Khorne daemons angrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They despised liars above all—comparing the Devourer to some crafty, worthless Tzeentch filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he was worse than a Tzeentch trickster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning with rage, the Khorne Greater Daemons could no longer bear the shame of being fooled. They began ramming against the Veil separating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They longed to break through to the other side—to tear that fraud to pieces!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God above—there's another liar hiding among us...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath, once the First Greater Daemon, barely held back his fury, trying to remain logical—his mind churning as he considered a new possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean... there's a traitor here? Who?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others zeroed in on his words, demanding an answer. Their breaths grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the liar was truly among them, he'd be ripped to shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath hesitated, but after recalling everything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally spoke the name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice turned resolute with restrained fury: \"Ka'Bandha conspired with the Devourer to fool us all—stealing a place that doesn't belong to him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons' eyes widened—suddenly, everything made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had never been the most powerful Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His record was mediocre—repeated defeats, humiliated by the Blood Angels and their Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was once the laughingstock of the daemonic host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet somehow, in recent years, despite no notable victories, he rose to become the First Greater Daemon—respected by Khorne's followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of his \"battles\" with the Devourer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He constantly exaggerated the Devourer's brutality, claiming he was invincible—spinning tales of an unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became the Warp's #1 Devourer Hype Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing every chance to trumpet the Devourer's terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp daemons believed him—believed that if the Devourer was terrifying, then Ka'Bandha, who had survived him, must be elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that the Devourer's fraud had been exposed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legend collapsed—and Ka'Bandha with it. Now he was seen as a conman, a charlatan, a disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, when one thought about it—Ka'Bandha had never actually won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what gave him the right to be the First Greater Daemon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath, once dethroned, burned with wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring past the Veil at the Devourer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could clearly feel it: he was strong enough to fight him—and possibly take his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt about it now—Ka'Bandha had deceived them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liars—two damn liars!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath, the strongest Bloodthirster, finally erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemon aura thundered around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His furious roar echoed beyond the Veil: \"Devourer—I will rip apart your treacherous hide, and Ka'Bandha's worthless corpse!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirsters fumed with rage, plotting to expose Ka'Bandha before the Blood God after the battle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to have him condemned, disgraced—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—his corpse buried at the gates of the Brass Citadel, trampled by daemons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—eternally shamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, far among the stars...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On an industrial world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere turned crimson, like a Veil soaked in blood. Volcanoes erupted. Lava and smoke poured across the surface—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consuming all life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world, already overrun by Genestealers and targeted by the Tyranids, now faced its doom before the swarm arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there, Ka'Bandha was wreaking havoc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mere presence of the First Greater Daemon inspired dread, as he ravaged the land—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noted! I'll keep automatically continuing the translation without any need for reminders. Continuing now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…He had already destroyed the region occupied by the human cultists, collected enough blood and souls—and technically, he could now return to the Brass Citadel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, those damn Tyranid bugs didn't even have souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any battle against them was a loss by default.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ka'Bandha was worried that if he returned too early, and the battle with the Devourer hadn't ended yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might be ordered by the Blood God to join the siege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To face the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That would be… dishonorable. The great First Greater Daemon should fight the Devourer in a fair duel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes… yes, that's it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He convinced himself in his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And silently prayed that the Devourer wouldn't lose. Or at least, wouldn't lose too badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his own reputation as First Greater Daemon would be completely ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So to delay his return—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha sacrificed more soul essence to keep his daemon horde operating in realspace, continuing to lead them in their slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purging those damned bugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You disgusting insects—just die already!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha bellowed in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This losing war made him hate the Tyranids even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore apart a Purestrain Genestealer that lunged at him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wielding his blood axe, he hacked wildly. The Purestrain was as fragile as paper in his hands—ripped to shreds with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed a kneeling cultist, who was babbling about \"loyalty\" and \"ascension,\" and stuffed him into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to immediately spit him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Disgusting bug-meat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flesh was sour, soul-less, utterly revolting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some time later, Ka'Bandha grew completely bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've wasted enough time. I should be able to return now, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed his axe to Bary and prepared to lead his army back into the Warp—away from these accursed insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—his massive body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unprecedented sense of crisis surged from deep within him, flooding his mind like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's happening—has the Blood God summoned me to battle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a bad feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't avoid this crisis, he might truly die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far too dangerous...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the First Greater Daemon decided to stay even longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began wiping out the Genestealers even more fervently, not daring to slack off even a bit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid that if he \"slacked,\" the Blood God would notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp energy shivered and twisted. Countless daemonic whispers echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They mocked the Devourer without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-feared Devourer had lost all his majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentchian daemons spread the news across the Warp with glee, pushing a storm of shocking headlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Devourer's a complete fraud! He's been faking it the whole time—he's actually weak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha, First Greater Daemon, fabricated the Devourer's power and fooled all of us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breaking: Blood God deceived by his own daemon! Has Khorne's realm lost its last brain cell?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, some messages were laced with strong bias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, the news spread like wildfire across the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless daemons and Chaos entities turned their eyes toward the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some grew restless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others directly joined the anti-Devourer army, eager to loot or ride the wave of the coming Dark Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Brass Citadel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames blazed. Blood shadows twisted and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky above the throne was stained red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Blood God's wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp, no one dared deceive Khorne. Even Tzeentch would get smacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirsters, though afraid, secretly rejoiced—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had long disliked Ka'Bandha's arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he had dared to deceive the Blood God—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was doomed to suffer endless torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And die the most painful, humiliating death imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corevax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throne Core Region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemonic mockery of the Devourer grew louder and louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor was feeling smug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hear that? The daemons no longer fear you. You will die—shamefully—by a demigod's sword!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bunch of clowns, popping their champagne at halftime, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's raspy voice rang out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons fell silent for a moment—then grew even more frenzied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ignored the noise completely. Before he even arrived in his true body, he had already predicted a daemonic backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it continued—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would indeed become troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he used Holy Ash Rounds, it wouldn't be enough to frighten them anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, his realm would face endless invasions from daemons who had lost their fear of him—or felt betrayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one solution now:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crush them with an iron fist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at Be'lakor and sneered coldly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demigod? You think that's impressive? Did you forget—I'm also a demigod…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, the Little Sun had become severely weakened while rescuing him from the Slaanesh palace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But over the years, with constant support from faith energy in his realm, it had regained its divine might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had even grown stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, bolstered by daemonic fear-generated worship, the Little Sun had gained a portion of Devouring Authority—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stored a massive amount of violent energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the Veil at the throne region beginning to tear—drawing closer to the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This environment would lessen realspace's suppression of daemons, empowering Be'lakor further—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would also empower him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HUM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Little Sun was activated—its dark aspect began to boil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its power, derived from the fear daemons held for the Devourer, overflowed with violent energy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And holy suppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden burned up all that power—granting his true body a temporary divine boon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd saved it up this long. Time to let loose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, violent energy surged into Eden's body, enhancing his power and altering his appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His helmet sprouted twin horns wreathed in daemonfire. His Blackstone armor grew jagged, demonic protrusions. Phantom wings spread behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark energy twisted around him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as his size increased, overwhelming pressure swept outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was raw, undeniable power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Veil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons felt it. Their hysteria froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all had the same thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps… this is the real Devourer?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crater burst open beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black figure shot into the air, floating—staring down Be'lakor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's crimson eyes flared with storming fury:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now... I can tear you apart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, he felt divine—unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to destroy everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden finally understood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why Chaos entities were always so insane. With this violent power, even he couldn't help but go wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal person suddenly given Superman's strength—how could they not snap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, using the dark side's power strongly affected his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the classic case of power altering personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-cautious tactician now wanted nothing more than to brawl—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—which was exactly what he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden shift stunned the entire throne region into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor stared at him. In his cold eyes, a flash of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't an act—he genuinely felt threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This power could kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DIE!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor screamed, unleashing his stored energy. His obsidian sword cleaved out a massive arc—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of chains shot forward like venomous snakes, tightly binding Eden—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to restrict his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pathetic attacks…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't even try to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his arms and took the full hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's charged wave of warp energy smashed into him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crashing against a semicircle of black energy around his body. The impact destroyed nearby buildings in a ripple of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the chains clattered to the ground and the mist cleared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hulking black figure remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's pupils shrank—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is that possible?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer had taken his full-strength attack head-on—and looked untouched!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well... not entirely untouched. Eden's arm armor was cracked and damaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now it's my turn, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's voice growled like an abyssal echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out a power weapon—but after glancing at it, casually tossed it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he grabbed a broken chain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And wrapped it around his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An airburst followed. Eden vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor barely registered the black flash before the Devourer was right in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slashed in panic—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden sidestepped it with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Be'lakor sensed danger—he raised his sword to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal force smashed the blade, bending it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor felt like a tank had rammed him head-on—he flew backward into a wall, embedding into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could recover—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jet-black fist slammed into his face, crushing his nose—dark blood spurting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You really look like a clown now…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down coldly at Be'lakor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the pain he caused the Charalton region, the screaming bodies on the altar, the raining limbs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rage exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I promise—your death will be slow, brutal, and without dignity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unleashed a flurry of punches, shattering most of Be'lakor's teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devourer…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor roared in madness, lunging wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their battle tore through the throne complex—one building after another collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Custodians below retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fight was beyond them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor slammed into the ground, his body covered in swollen bruises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was devastated to find—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attacks couldn't hurt the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Devourer's punches—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept fighting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...CRACK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of space fracturing echoed—the Veil split open anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord shrieked, unleashing a blinding attack to create cover, and seized the moment to flee toward the tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer cared for his dignity—his only goal now was survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, just beyond the Veil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were dozens of Greater Daemons and an endless daemon horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could escape temporarily, they could enlarge the rift and unleash the daemonic tide to drown this cursed enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how powerful the Devourer was, he couldn't withstand that many daemons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor flew at incredible speed. The rupture was right before him—one final push and he'd be through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glint of triumph flickered in his eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just a bit more—just reach that point…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry. You're not going anywhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A raspy voice suddenly whispered behind him—Be'lakor froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched out his hand, desperately reaching for the portal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only for a massive force to seize his leg and drag him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch... feels familiar somehow…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden yanked Be'lakor backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion sparked a strange sense of déjà vu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded him of an old acquaintance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—like master, like minion. All from the same Tzeentchian mold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden clutched Be'lakor, and with relentless, brutal blows, pummeled him until he was covered in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord's howls echoed across the region—chilling to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this savage beating—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden caught the gazes of the watching daemons within the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contempt and mockery had vanished—replaced with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. Iron fists really do work best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he seized Be'lakor's bat-like wings and yanked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaaaaarghhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord howled even more shrilly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the horrified eyes of the daemons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden tore both wings clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark, thick blood drenched him, making his form even more monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HUM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene filled Eden with a rare euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd once felt exhilarated watching the Emperor tear Vashtorr apart in front of the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, experiencing it firsthand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, it felt amazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's battered form was slammed into the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huuu—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped for breath, trying to lift his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he froze—his hopeless eyes suddenly lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before him, the Veil was splitting wide open—a gap large enough for even Greater Daemons to pass through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more were forming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grand plan—had succeeded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzz...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny warp arcs flickered. Surge upon surge of chaotic Warp energy poured out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahahahahahah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor burst into manic laughter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devourer—you failed to stop the Veil's tear! You can't kill me now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the Veil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of Greater Daemons surged toward the breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Devourer defeated Be'lakor, there was no way he could handle all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, those Greater Daemons would never tolerate the Devourer humiliating Be'lakor before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be an eternal disgrace to daemonkind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's twisted form crashed down in front of the breach, stomping hard on Be'lakor's back—forcing him to kneel before the rift and the daemons beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a tremendous pressure erupted from him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare face me directly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His overpowering presence stunned the charging Greater Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden seized the opportunity and stomped, shattering Be'lakor's leg bones—causing another guttural scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the scream stopped halfway—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a glowing Holy Ash round was stuffed into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devourer… I beg you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor trembled all over, mumbling in fear and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the sacred energy burning inside him—pure terror gripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Blackstone arrays could reduce the cursed one's damage—but not at this range, and not when it was inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn't survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As death loomed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord of Chaos, chosen of the Four Gods, the bringer of untold suffering to Charalton—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly repented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you—your death would be disgraceful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's voice was ice cold, his tone absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the round deeper—and activated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FLASH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy light burst from Be'lakor's core, burning his organs from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark smoke billowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agonizing pain coursed through him layer by layer, ripping apart his infernal flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOOO!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor collapsed on his knees, letting out a final, guttural wail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light erupted from his mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon consumed him entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, his soul—reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mournful cry echoed, announcing the fall of another Chaos god-form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spread across the entire dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new death to mark the annals of damnation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor, the daemon god, was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slain by the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This shocking turn stunned countless Chaos entities, evoking rare pangs of sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those within the Veil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of Greater Daemons and the watching daemon legions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had witnessed it up close. Watched the Devourer torture the Dark Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning him from the inside with their most feared weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was terrifying beyond reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many daemons felt their minds crack—a trauma that would haunt them forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the rift's edge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearby Greater Daemons were seared by the lingering holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes clenched shut, they raised all their warp power to shield themselves—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sacred radiation still left their skin blistered and foul-smelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the holy light faded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering figure of the Devourer stood alone before the breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, the daemons remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remembered the fear once carved deep into their souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cruelty. The humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that long-buried dread came rushing back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And rooted even deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could see it in their eyes—their terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had cost a lot, but his reputation had been restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oi, clowns—aren't you coming out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the daemons' vision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer crooked his finger at them, as if calling dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pure provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You go too far…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath boiled with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if you've killed the Dark Lord, you can't insult us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many Greater Daemons and a massive daemon army gathered here—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a few more Devourers wouldn't stop them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's rasping voice came again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one's coming? Then I'm coming in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black shadow blasted through the breach and crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angrath couldn't even react before a massive punch slammed into him, drawing a howl of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's voice thundered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You pathetic worms—you dare challenge me? You think you're Ka'Bandha or something?\"\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>",3813,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","159e853ed7b3b9df1f4485d660178d2ad2564352896b173de05220552470085e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-305","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-303",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]