[{"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-308":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},1681078,2147,"Chapter 308 309: On This Day, the T’au Felt the Ruthlessness of the Galaxy","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-308",308,"\u003Cp>\"Aid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the captain's words, the governor stood up with great emotion. \"By the Emperor's grace, Holy Terra has not forgotten Karo in its darkness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn't know who exactly this Savior was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient records of his family spoke of the Primarchs — legendary, mighty beings, the sons of the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beings of the highest rank imaginable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Emperor had heard the prayers of Karo's people, sending one of His noble sons to save them — to spare Karo from xeno slaughter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor offered a devout prayer, thanking the Emperor for His protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the prayer, he turned to the captain. \"Quickly! Bring in the Savior's envoy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, my lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain left immediately to receive the guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor returned to his throne, but then hesitated. This envoy represented a Primarch — the Savior — someone of unimaginable dignity. Sitting on a high throne would be disrespectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he stepped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And waited at ground level, expectantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand doors opened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the flood of light from outside came an aura of divine presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Ecclesiarch emissaries entered, clad in white, noble robes, exuding holiness and calm, bringing an overwhelming sense of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor couldn't help but compare them to the alien envoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's followers radiated sanctity — whereas the xenos had seemed aloof, arrogant, and hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men felt like true saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The envoy was indeed a holy saint of the Savior — Frann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior-priest who traversed war-torn worlds to bring redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calming presence stemmed from power — Frann was an Eredari, with the power to request divine blessings directly from the Savior. Stronger than even most Space Marines, he could tear heretics and xenos apart with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he approached, the Savior's cross tattoo on his bald head gleamed under the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing the governor, Frann halted and saluted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Governor, greetings. I am Frann, a devoted saint of the Savior. I come to spread the light of the Golden Sun and the Savior's glory…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor returned the salute immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Frann, Karo welcomes your presence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frann then presented items verifying his identity — a regent's decree, the Primarch Savior's sigil, and sacred tomes from the Ecclesiarchy's sanctified worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then explained the current state of the Imperium, the Savior's deeds, and his mission here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frann asked the governor a solemn question—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was his faith in the Emperor steadfast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And was he willing to follow the great Savior, a Primarch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Savior's status as a Primarch, scion of the Emperor, and Ecclesiarch patron, converting planets was now remarkably easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arriving on isolated, Dark Side worlds, missionaries now simply checked if local leaders showed signs of corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they did not—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would ask directly: Will you follow the Savior, the Primarch, the Emperor's son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who agreed were given sanctuary, blessings, and resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was as generous as the Savior in the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly gave what he promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor trembled, overwhelmed by joy and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he hearing correctly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a blessing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his family's ancient records, it was nearly impossible to become a Primarch's follower. Only wealthy or valorous worlds — or noble bloodlines — had such a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, they had to endure strict rituals and trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, his family and planet were invited to follow one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the Primarch had seen the valor of their warriors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had, essentially, taken what was once a prestigious and exclusive privilege—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and turned it into an open blessing, mass-distributed across the galaxy, recruiting followers in droves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Granting them legitimacy and protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more followers, the more faith to be harvested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid the saint would change his mind, the governor immediately knelt and passionately declared his unshakable faith in the Emperor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and swore allegiance to the great Savior, Primarch Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the oath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was presented with a sacred token of followerhood and a slab-like artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sacred item was in fact a complex data-slate — a mix of several advanced technologies, granting access to the Redemption Market, where one could request weapons and material aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A divine gift from the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Charalton region integrated into the Savior's domain, forge worlds like Luna now had access to more minerals and increased production capacity — allowing them to supply more equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry of the Interior and the Logistics Office had also agreed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity was now deep into the End Times. The requirements for aid would be loosened even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Auxiliary worlds and followers would receive more support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strategic defense move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outlying planets armed with stronger weapons could serve as buffer zones — slowing any invaders before they reached core territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Frann left promptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Charalton perimeter was filled with suffering worlds lost to darkness — every second wasted meant thousands more dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After respectfully seeing Frann off—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor finally smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now had hope for the coming war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they couldn't stop the xenos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could call for the Savior's help. At the very least, Karo would not be annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back on his throne, the governor took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the sacred tome left by Frann — detailing the duties of a follower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that becoming a Primarch's follower was no easy feat. The cost might be high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps in the form of resources, manpower, or even offering the whole planet to serve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a blessing worth any price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy was too dangerous now. Planets could fall to xenos or heretics at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having a powerful protector was priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the sacred text listed only simple requirements:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be loyal, hold regular prayer ceremonies, erect statues of the Golden Sun and the Savior, and spread the Savior's faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, this was negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium already required shrines and saints' statues on every world — this was standard practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior is… so merciful…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor's voice cracked, tears welled up in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Imperial obligations were brutal — the infamous Tithe was mandatory, like a forced protection fee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In return, one might get protection from the Navy or other military forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that wasn't guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if you failed to meet quotas, you might be purged — the governor included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, if Chaos taint was detected, the whole world might be bombed indiscriminately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, special forces purged even witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was harsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Imperium had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the best it could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People accepted it. In the galaxy's inferno, only the Imperium could keep humanity alive — no matter the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the concept of \"protection comes with a price\" was ingrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From birth, all Imperial citizens were taught this truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had always been so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life was the Emperor's coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you received His protection, paying taxes and sacrificing for it was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when planets aligned with powerful nobles or warmasters, the cost was steep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Imperium, all resources were exploited to the limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacrifice was routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Chaos demanded soul offerings — and didn't always respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such a harsh, demanding galaxy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To suddenly receive a protector who asked for almost nothing, yet gave so much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor was stunned. Touched. Blessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped his tears and closed the Redemption Codex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already fully loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he remembered the incoming xeno invasion and hurried to take up the sacred slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The artifact was clearly a marvel — complex, divine, and emanating holy energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't begin to understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Savior could create such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the Codex's rituals, he activated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Runes glowed. The device vibrated, projecting a shimmering holographic screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… is this the Redemption Market?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor stared wide-eyed, dazed — as if in a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this… what he could request?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapon schematics filled the interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titans. Knight suits. Space Marine squads. Super-heavy tanks. Gunships. Giant cannons. Sentinels. Plasma rifles. Meltaguns. Power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things he'd only ever seen in his family's ancient lore—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—now at his fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally understood why the Primarchs were said to be gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could bend the galaxy, reverse fate, and save the dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had brought salvation to Karo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So generous. So merciful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our world… is saved…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor whispered, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of anxiety and fear lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt true safety — for the first time in weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be under the protection of a Primarch…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would win this war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overwhelmed by options, he summoned his captain and advisory council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they pored over the Redemption Market, debating what weapons and reinforcements to request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though some basic aid was free—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-tier gear had to be paid for with planetary resources or labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The advisors arrived and were stunned speechless by what they saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They praised the Savior loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their planet's military was outdated. The main force was a ragtag PDF assembled by the governor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their vehicles were decades old — heavy tanks from a century ago, most broken or possessed by irritable machine spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stayed up all night, joyfully planning the purchases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they didn't have enough Thrones or resources—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior graciously offered installments — letting them pay over decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War loans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the prices?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirt cheap. Practically at raw material cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even cheaper were temporary support units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was unheard-of generosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, they'd never be allowed to buy this gear — even if they had the funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor and his council felt like they'd hit the lottery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They calculated every available resource and made lists of drool-worthy wargear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outdated tanks? Replaced with the latest models, plus a few super-heavies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obsolete air units? Two wings of heavy gunships, stat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Artillery? Cannons? Yes, by the dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PDF squads? Fully rearmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elite guards? Meltaguns and thermal lances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain, eyes gleaming, suggested upgrading the royal guard with force-feedback power armor and bolt weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Buy them all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor laughed heartily. \"Just two hundred sets — take them all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even saw the captain eyeing a collector's edition power sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he bought one for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-grade set of power armor and a personal force-field generator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they'd kitted out their existing forces—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved to temporary reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even with better gear, their PDF couldn't handle the T'au alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temporary support was essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After assessing local troop numbers and enemy data, the Redemption Market backend issued a tailored support list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From it, they requested:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Storm Group armored battalion (70–80k troops with heavy vehicles and artillery)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three squads of the Emperor's Angels (30 Space Marines, half in Terminator armor, plus Dreadnoughts)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Redeemer Mechs\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one advisor said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, the T'au are advancing fast… perhaps we should request a God-Machine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes — at this point, might as well ensure total defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor clenched his fist. \"Two! Request two Titans!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Warlord-class Titans were added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was greenlit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor slammed the \"Submit\" button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All equipment and support troops would arrive at maximum warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One advisor timidly raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Um… sire… based on my latest math, we'll need over 500 years to pay this off…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor inhaled deeply, hand trembling. \"It's fine… we'll repay it slowly. Better than being conquered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another advisor chimed in:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly! And we don't even have to pay the Tithe anymore. Repaying this is much easier than Imperial taxes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right!\" the governor agreed. The room erupted with cheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Tithe, this was nothing — and they got actual weapons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A total win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor nervously waited, fearing the T'au would arrive before reinforcements did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior's aid came faster than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just three days—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive transport ships, escorted by cruisers and warships, entered Karo's orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And offloaded everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more shocking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reinforcements were double what was requested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor panicked. They couldn't pay for that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the reply was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These are the Savior's gifts. Free of charge. To protect Karo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor was speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled up again. His loyalty deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All defense forces were in place:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1 Emperor-class Titan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3 Warlord-class Redeemer Titans\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>20 Redeemer Mechs\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>10 squads of War Angels\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1 Storm Group armored brigade\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy gunship squadrons\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defensive lines were reinforced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Troop positions were cloaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A classic Savior tactic:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hide the army. Lure the enemy in. Then obliterate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the moment Karo's threat reached the Redemption Market—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was escalated to high command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Eden had hoped to avoid conflict with the T'au—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The T'au had invaded a human world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed to be crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command deemed this a test — a chance to study T'au tactics and structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More troops were ready if needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's scanners detected the T'au fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A T'au flotilla arrived, centered around merchant cruisers and escorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They targeted Karo — a planet that had dared reject the Greater Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three task forces, including battlesuit teams and heavy armor, were inbound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Supremacy Battlesuit, capable of fighting Knights — even small Titans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backed by Kroot, Vespid, and human auxiliaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they could easily destroy a backwater world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet moved quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karo wasn't even their main target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a stopover — a warning strike against a planet resisting the T'au.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Karo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd move deeper into Charalton to confront the Savior directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prove T'au dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the command chamber of a cruiser—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark-skinned Ethereal meditated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a deluded system. These ignorant humans cling to foolish myths…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire Caste warriors knelt, receiving his guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his prayer beads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go. Destroy them. All for the Greater Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire Warriors rose, entering their suits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>T'au battlesuits — sleek, mobile, and deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each had 3–4 weapon ports — able to mount plasma rifles, missile launchers, burst cannons, flamers, fusion blasters, ion shields, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supremacy Suit came with tri-axial ion cannons and linked pulse launchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rushed deployment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their goal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cleanse Karo's capital in a single strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop ships and Tiger Sharks delivered troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Missile boats and skimmers began attacking ground defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Auxiliary humans led the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought with zeal — eager to prove loyalty to the T'au.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They despised fellow humans who resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Kroot, Vespid, and tanks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They smashed into Karo's lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defenders replied with hellfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Auxiliaries screamed as artillery obliterated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karo's troops focused fire on the traitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ethereal frowned. \"Their resistance is… too strong. This world shouldn't have this firepower.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered stealth suits to infiltrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the rest to support auxiliaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, screams came through comms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambushes. Unknown forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full battlefield erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stealth teams wiped out. Suits blasted from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive Titans and mechs emerged, their cannons reducing the T'au to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supremacy Suit — vaporized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hover tanks shredded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire Angels in crimson armor flanked the mechs, trapping the T'au.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ground troops were annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ethereal panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fall back! It's a trap — an Imperial ambush!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… this can't be…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On-screen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains of walking Titans blocked their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their firepower far exceeded anything the T'au could handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All tactics failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even retreat was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ethereal ordered a bombardment from orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abandon the auxiliaries. Sacrifice the ground troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As T'au shuttles fled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abandoned auxiliaries stared up at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their own fleet was preparing to nuke them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betrayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alarms blared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On every scanner:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint energy trails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From all directions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savior fleetships emerged from the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent. Deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encircling the T'au fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cutting off all escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a pack of predators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Ethereal finally understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cruelty of the galaxy.\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>",2684,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","555547c967c7348b115515eee4c1a4d72d4acd4c5ce3bde9a3c34a934b371113","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-309","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-307",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]