[{"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-323":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},1681093,2147,"Chapter 323 - 324 – Cure for the Thirst, The Centurion Armors!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-323",323,"\u003Cp>The Savior's explosive battle hymn still rang across the field—bold and unrestrained, as if it feared no retribution from the Tyranid swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel, struggling to contain the symptoms of the Red Thirst, raised his head toward the voice calling out to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision cleared for a brief moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw next was... bizarre beyond belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, the massive, seven-meter-long serpentine Tyranid synapse creature lay twitching on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several warriors in bulky, dark green power armor squatted around it, slicing into its flesh. The creature gave out weak, pained groans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was even reminding the others, \"Don't kill it yet—we'll ruin the texture and taste!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These warriors bore the golden Imperial Aquila on their armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were brothers-in-arms—Imperial Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to them was a strange cooking apparatus. One Marine expertly carved meat while others manned a large open flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pillar of fire erupted from the stove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some grilled, others pan-fried, some boiled broth. They tossed in spices and side ingredients with astonishing speed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like skilled chefs at work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's right—chefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were leisurely cooking Tyranid meat—on a battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even stranger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranids lurked nearby, prowling the edges, yet not daring to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were... afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel's mind screamed in disbelief:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What... the hell is going on?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most eye-catching among them was a tall, rather chubby Marine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one who had called out to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this warrior wore a pink apron with fruit prints on it and was focused on stir-frying in a round wok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames leapt meters into the air as the aroma exploded in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel tossed in a handful of spices gifted by Lord Savior, gently sprinkled salt, and gave the wok a final flip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect stir-fried dish was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another improvement! Gotta let Lord Savior taste this next time...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plated the meat, wiped his hands on the apron, and approached the dazed Blood Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With warm enthusiasm, he introduced himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Name's Big Barrel. We're the Sons of Man Chapter—warriors under Lord Savior. If you need anything, just say the word!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel and his elite squad had arrived on Erynes' Bloom days earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been hunting synapse creatures ever since—weakening the swarm before the main horde arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And of course, following their Chapter's tradition—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After every battle, they refueled. With food. Right on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words jolted Faisel awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the name of the newly returned Primarch—the Savior. A being said to rival Sanguinius himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made the man before him... a gene-son of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel cautiously lowered his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are the sons of Sanguinius,\" he said weakly. \"My battle-brother is severely wounded... he needs medical aid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they truly needed was fresh human blood—to ease the Red Thirst and heal faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was a shameful truth no Blood Angel dared speak aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he spoke, Faisel's instincts deteriorated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirst clouded his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could smell the blood in Big Barrel's veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils narrowed to slits. Fangs peeked from beneath his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted that blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Medical aid, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel walked over, rummaging through a pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just got a batch of the good stuff—high-grade meds. This'll patch him up good...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel lowered his gaze, hiding his frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could barely hear what the man was saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing he focused on—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was calculating the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An immense pressure crushed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before him was not a man—but a primordial beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More terrifying than any Tyranid he had ever faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel knew, instinctively:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was stronger than Karlaen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel wasn't just any Marine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Chapter Master of the Sons of Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had spent a millennium fighting Tyranids on Danuus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat reflexes were muscle memory to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel seized Faisel by the throat and slammed him into a marble wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiderweb fractures spread across the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel spat blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel frowned apologetically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, that was a bit rough. Just hold on—we'll fix you right up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He punched the stunned Blood Angel one more time, then jabbed a gleaming syringe into his carotid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden fluid injected into Faisel's veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The serum was laced with solar-infused psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel convulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Big Barrel wasn't worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Panacea—a miracle drug created under Lord Savior's guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said to cure almost anything—though ridiculously expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single dose was worth as much as a fully armed Space Marine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But lives were worth more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Big Barrel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was rich these days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Savior had gifted him plenty of Panacea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Faisel's spasms calmed, Big Barrel released him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned to administer another dose to the unconscious Blood Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel collapsed to the ground, panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body felt light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wounds—new and old—healed at terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirst was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, not entirely. But reduced to a faint whisper—easily suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The curse... it can be cured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The curse that plagued Sanguinius' sons for millennia—there's a way out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scrambled over to Big Barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother... that serum—do you have more?! We need it! The sons of Sanguinius need it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had searched for centuries. Endured suffering. Their Chapter Master Dante endured the Thirst every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could remain composed in the face of such salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel helped him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's more where that came from. Lord Savior has the recipe. But I can't make the call—you'll need Dante to ask him directly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel blinked, composing himself, though joy still danced in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brothers—they could be saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second Blood Angel awoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too tasted the miracle—and broke into joyous tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But joy wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to survive to spread the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't alone anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel invited them to join the meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel hesitated, but eventually accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid meat was delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energizing. Restorative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, both Blood Angels were wolfing it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man grinned with pride—battlefield cuisine worthy of glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During their meal, Big Barrel learned that Karlaen, their captain, had gone to the governor's palace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely under attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel decided to go help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HISSSSSSS—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid screeches echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through their visors, they saw it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new synapse creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It summoned a massive swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tidal wave of chitin on the ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a sky teeming with monstrous fliers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel paled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This horde is massive... we can't hold them off. We should retreat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he wanted to help Karlaen, marching into that storm was suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man kept packing up camp like nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax,\" Big Barrel said between bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our backup's arriving. These bugs won't stop us. The mission goes on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Streaks of fire lit the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD THUD THUD—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than twenty drop pods crashed down around the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the smoke cleared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical bays opened, revealing hulking armored forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their presence was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Centurion armor...?\" Faisel gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy exo-armor for Space Marines—nearly as powerful as Dreadnoughts, but far more mobile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Siege Centurions—walking tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dual heavy bolters. Hurricane bolter arrays. Shrapnel missiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for armor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lasers, krak missiles—and graviton cannons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each carried multi-directional fire-coordination lenses for squad synergy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they formed walls of unstoppable firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire company didn't have this many Centurions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in the most crucial battles would 5–10 be deployed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this obscure Chapter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fielded dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And each Marine had their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but stare in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even qualify to pilot one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most failed due to the violent machine spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel had once tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Centurion pilots?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at them with newfound respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel boarded a pod, entered the Centurion armor, and donned the specialized helm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD THUD THUD\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor stepped forward, towering above Faisel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel's voice buzzed from the vox:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey brother—almost forgot. Got one for you too. Pick whichever you like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel hesitated, ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I'm not worthy. The machine spirits—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our machine spirits are well-trained by the Mechanicus priestess Urth,\" Big Barrel grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're well-behaved.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just hop in. If it's tough, switch to semi-auto mode.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shocked Faisel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He climbed aboard—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connected to the suit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And found...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No rejection. No pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just seamless integration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mastered the controls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, the others finished suiting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over twenty hulking Centurions stood ready—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the oncoming horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assault Centurions cleared a breach in the wall with siege drills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swarm approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers!\" Big Barrel roared. \"Crush these bugs with me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt forward, smashing into the horde—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And unleashed hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolter storms. Shrapnel missiles. Hurricane fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gap tore open in the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their wedge formation punched into the Tyranids—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swallowed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faisel fought in the middle, surrounded by death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he felt no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his brothers were with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He guided the Centurion suit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And reaped the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a long time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought without sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hopelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It feels good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They advanced through the corpses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marching toward the palace...\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>",1589,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","0a1e41a219c81486a28c719491aeadc044ca52740d78de62856ea9e0597e0705","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-324","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-322",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]