[{"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-325":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},1681095,2147,"Chapter 325 - 326: Saving Dante, the Savior Dominates the Battlefield","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-325",325,"\u003Cp>Amid the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue and violet arcs of psychic lightning clashed and bit at each other violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels suddenly realized—a powerful presence had descended upon them, aiding their Chapter Master in resisting the xenos monstrosity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That figure, clad in dark golden armor, stood tall and imposing. He radiated a presence unlike any other, an overwhelming vitality surged from within his frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it, a calm yet commanding authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His very existence brought peace of mind and kindled a faint hope in all hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A psychic storm erupted from this figure and immediately suppressed the crushing psychic pressure of the alien creature!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burden on Dante lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old warrior's armor was nearly shattered. Even his helmet had crumbled. His aged, weary face was stained with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the figure now standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young presence—black hair, skin as pale as a son of Sanguinius, a life aura strikingly similar to that of his gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such distinct features made the old warrior instantly think of him—an equal of the great Sanguinius and the Regent of Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch recently returned to the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior—Eden Grant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior?\" Dante murmured the title, almost involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden floated in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning of pure psychic might coiled around him. The power surging from him made his eyes crackle with raw electricity. The residual energy even formed a crown above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings of thunder arced out behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Dante's voice, Eden turned, looking upon the Chapter Master, who was even older and more haggard than he'd expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could barely imagine the trials this warrior had faced for his genetically enhanced body to be worn down to such a degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maintaining the flow of psychic energy, Eden spoke gently, \"Lord Dante, this xenos creature... I'm afraid I'll need you to finish it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already fully engaged in restraining the psychic output of the Tyranid psyker beast and couldn't spare a hand to fight directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could sense that Dante, though gravely wounded, still retained the will to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Chapter Master of the Blood Angels had once repelled Skarbrand, the favored of Khorne, and crushed the Ork Warlord Grakka the Skullbreaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only due to his lack of psychic ability that he was being suppressed by the Tyranid's psionic assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you wish. I will fight to the very end!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante gave a firm reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he saw a sliver of hope for victory, he would hold nothing back—until this alien monstrosity was no more!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For centuries, Dante had been a legend among his Chapter and the people of the Imperium—a savior shouldering the heavy burden of resisting darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fought for far too long. His spirit and body were long past the point of exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no one to rely on. He himself was the one others relied on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chapter Master, as a leader, as a living legend of the Imperium, Dante had to lead from the front, always placing himself where the battle was fiercest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to save humanity from fire and flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had earned countless honors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ancient scrolls of the Chapter's library, there was once a prophecy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A future engulfing war would consume all, and during that time, a golden warrior would stand between the Emperor and the encroaching darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels—and many others—believed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That golden warrior was Dante. That the duty to protect the Emperor would fall upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he was the Imperium's hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante himself disagreed with this interpretation of the prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already lived far longer than any man should. The burden he carried for centuries had only grown heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't believe he could bear more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Dante wondered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only his gene-father still lived... then he wouldn't have to carry this crushing destiny alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could simply follow that noble angel's lead, obey his orders, and fight on under his guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But alas—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such thoughts were mere fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante had to keep carrying the burden—until the moment of his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no one knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old warrior was close to breaking under the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he lay near death, he thought he was finally free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That his mission was finally done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the brink of death, he would fall into a vision—Sanguinius would appear, urging him to live on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telling him that his time had not yet ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time, Dante would cry out in despair, begging Sanguinius to let him go and take his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time, he was refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante lived on again and again, enduring the pain and burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the Savior before him, Dante felt something he hadn't felt in centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At long last, someone great had stepped to the front. All he had to do was follow their lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in countless centuries of battle, Dante felt truly at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resolved to fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante let go—bloodlust surged in his heart. This curse, a shame upon the Emperor, now fueled his killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would plunge into the enemy ranks and kill until none remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed in the Savior's ability—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To protect him, even under the crushing psychic onslaught of the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzzap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante activated the ancient disruption field of his Axe Mortalis. Crackling blue arcs danced along the brutal blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled violently, breaking free from the remnants of the psychic bonds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SCREECH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid psyker beast's central synapse creature sensed danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shrieked. Its massive chitinous skull unleashed savage purple arcs of electricity, and more psychic tendrils lanced forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A greater psychic assault surged toward Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unleashed even more power to form a barrier, blocking all the high-pressure psychic blasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden inhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tyranid psionics... are brutal. This is getting tough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark golden armor groaned, faint cracks spreading across it. His body, too, was under immense stress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Primarch's strength was strained when facing Tyranid psychic pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the horror of the Tyranid swarm. And this was only one of the Hive Mind's tendrils—merely a vanguard of Hive Fleet Leviathan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What terror would it bring if the Hive Mind itself ever descended upon the galaxy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even suspected—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That if the Hive Mind truly arrived, its shadow could grind the Chaos Gods into the Warp's floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden held his ground, trying not to appear disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Savior who collapsed right after arriving would only crush the morale of the warriors!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A leader's influence on morale was enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entrance of top warriors had to be overwhelming and invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could the tide be held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drew more power, gradually suppressing the high-pressure psychic field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his overwhelming might, the synapse beast behind the Tyranid psyker grew unstable—some screeched as they fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The synapse creature trembled, seemingly unable to withstand the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it quickly changed tactics. Many of its tendrils stabbed into the brains of its own lesser synapse creatures, ignoring their screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crazily siphoned more psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By sacrificing the lives of its own kind, the synapse creature fueled its growing strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was under even more pressure, nearing his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, he endured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting alone is really tough. If only the War Angels were here... With their Librarians, we could've suppressed this Tyranid psionic will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Angels had a high proportion of Librarians—some squads were entirely psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could've significantly amplified Eden's psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Eden struggled to hold on—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a strong psychic resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Blood Angels' Librarians!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Mephiston had risen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He floated in the air, channeling the combined might of all the Librarians and poured it into the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior... we're counting on you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chief Librarian collapsed in exhaustion, smiling with hope as he fell into a deep coma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This changes everything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could feel the roaring psychic surge within. With the amplification of the Blood Angels' Librarians—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His psychic capacity rose another tier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden tapped into the energy of the Little Sun, pouring it into himself. The surging power blew away the nearby rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His psychic power transformed—shifting from azure to a brilliant gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now looked like a celestial figure descending from the heavens—wearing a golden crown, with golden wings unfurled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true god-giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not special effects—pure, unfiltered power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden psychic energy from the Little Sun spread outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All despair on the battlefield was instantly swept away. Everyone's gaze was drawn to this divine scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The God-Emperor...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor's light!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mortal warriors felt as though they were witnessing a divine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels, however, thought of something else—the prophecy long whispered within their Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Golden Warrior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blood Angel blurted it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior who would stand between the Emperor and the darkness—the hope of humanity's future!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden remained unaware of the change among the troops. His focus was fully on the Tyranid synapse beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surged his power forward, pushing back the high-pressure psychic field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand wreathed in golden lightning and clenched it tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible psychic shockwave surged back at the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The synapse beast shrieked. The ruins below collapsed under the pressure, showing the terrifying weight of the psychic blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining synapse creatures didn't even have time to react—they fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their heads burst under the pressure, becoming heaps of crushed chitin and brain matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one mighty blow shattered the Tyranid psychic defense network!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The synapse beast's massive head oozed pus and blood, trying to gather strength once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dante!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nearly exhausted all usable psychic energy in one go and couldn't muster another strong attack for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had created the perfect opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante had been watching the Savior and the synapse beast intently. When the Savior's golden power erupted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seized the opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old warrior broke free from the last psychic restraints, unleashing the full bloodlust of his curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For Sanguinius!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly lost himself in rage, leaping high with his Axe Mortalis raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slashed at the synapse beast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast sensed death approaching and desperately directed its minions to block him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they couldn't stop a bloodthirst-driven Dante. Under the brutal might of his axe, they became heaps of shattered chitin and brains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved with incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After clearing the way, he struck the synapse beast's skull with a heavy blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shrieked, psychic tendrils slashing at Dante, tearing through his armor and leaving fresh wounds on his already battered body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante stood atop the synapse beast's skull, tanking the psychic damage, launching even fiercer attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe's disruption field tore through the beast's chitin, cutting deep into its brain, shredding its flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he drew his Pistol of Absolution...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante fired relentlessly at the synapse beast's exposed brain tissue, blasting it into atomic fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That final, fatal strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caused the beast to seize mid-writhe and collapse heavily to the ground with Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the death of this crucial synaptic node—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A psychic wail rippled across the entire battlefield, and the Tyranid swarm's formation faltered in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante struggled to crawl out of the fallen synapse beast's corpse—and suddenly realized:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had unknowingly ended up in the very heart of the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the node creature was slain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid numbers remained vast. The remaining synapse creatures quickly mutated into new node organisms, leading the feral swarm as they surged to encircle Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aged warrior was on the verge of being completely cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzrak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderous psychic lightning rained down from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless golden bolts struck the ground around Dante, incinerating the onrushing Tyranids in divine flame!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by this psychic storm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure slammed into the ground like a meteor, golden lightning surging outward from him in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More of the swarm was obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, having used the last of his psychic energy, reached out and pulled Dante to his feet, then drew his dark golden power sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a gentle voice, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps... it's time we fought side by side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante suppressed his bloodthirst, wiped the blood clouding his vision, and solemnly replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It would be my honor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old warrior took a deep breath and once more raised the Axe Mortalis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Dante stood back to back, facing the swarm now closing in once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They swung their blades and axes with all their might, cleaving the xenos beasts one after another—like immovable bastions amid a tide of chitin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder of Earthshaker cannons erupted. The Astra Militarum's Vostroyan Firstborn had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shell after shell rained down, exploding amidst the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For Sanguinius!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels charged as well, determined to rescue their Chapter Master and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chainswords shredded flesh, bolt rounds blew apart skulls, and power claws tore through alien throats!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Savior!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carter too had arrived, leading the Savior's personal guard onto the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carried banners bearing the Savior's symbol, crashing into the swarm like an unstoppable thunderstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged toward Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving behind a wake of gore and mangled limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior! Big Barrel is here to protect you!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel's roar rang out across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led the Centurion Destroyer squad, striking from the flank and forming a devastating web of heavy firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their volleys painted the sky with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swath of Tyranids fell in droves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yep. You really do need numbers in war...\" Eden murmured, crushing the skull of a leaping Ravener with a single squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the reinforcements pouring in, he finally breathed easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After suffering massive casualties, the swarm lost its cohesion and retreated into the ruins of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids had been repelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surviving warriors erupted into cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sheathed his power sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around at the ground, now entirely blanketed in chitin, gore, shattered armor, and human remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a long sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids were terrifying beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this... this was just the first wave of the vanguard from the Leviathan Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not joined the battle—who knew how many would have died among the Imperial reinforcements and Blood Angels—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to push them back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't help but doubt whether the defenses in the region could truly hold off the Tyranid vanguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must break the vanguard's assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leviathan, after its long journey and the obstruction of the Adamant Shield and Fortress Ring, was starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was desperate to replenish biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why it had hastened to deploy its vanguard ahead of the fleet to seize planets quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they couldn't stop the vanguard—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would mean Leviathan could harvest multiple biomass-rich worlds, breeding endless new swarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they'd be able to hide on the planetary dark side—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shielded from orbital-scale weapons like the Grand Prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had to hold the line. Evacuate the population. Then obliterate the planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Force Leviathan to keep moving, searching for other prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could travel with Dante to find the Necrons, activate the Grand Prism, and strike Leviathan while it was still in space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inflicting catastrophic damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Eden contemplated all this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes of all those around him had already turned toward the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now stood atop a high mound of rubble, flanked by several bannermen of his honor guard. At that moment, the clouds briefly parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun's light bathed his figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed their gazes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever his gaze landed, mortal soldiers bowed and knelt. The Blood Angels stood solemnly, heads lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All offering reverence to this mighty being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—was one of the key reasons Eden had embraced his identity as a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this age of the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Emperor confined to the Golden Throne, a Primarch naturally held the highest authority and legitimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Imperium's rightful heir, and humanity's beacon of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever he went—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless would bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Eden arrived on the planet Higanbana, it signified the arrival of Imperial legitimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This war would now be in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would command the entire conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cries of alarm rang out from the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned to look—at some point, Dante had collapsed amidst a pile of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels quickly gathered, carrying their Chapter Master to a clear area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old warrior's body, worn and wracked by bloodthirst, was no longer recognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was on the brink of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanguinary Guard were in tears. \"If you don't drink blood, you won't survive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried to pour human blood into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ease his bloodthirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To help him survive and recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'd rather die than accept the shame of the curse!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante kept his mouth shut tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused the crimson temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he smelled blood, he remembered the loss of control from his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never forget awakening, surrounded by dismembered corpses—his shame and horror unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had killed them. Drunk their blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disgrace he could never forgive—an insult to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment on—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante had sworn an oath of abstinence. To resist the curse that shamed the noble sons of Sanguinius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him still resisting the thirst, many Blood Angels wept openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsure what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnessing this, Eden was filled with deep respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me handle it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels hesitated, then stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier battle had earned their trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Savior might have a better solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knelt beside Dante and placed a hand on the old warrior's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm wave of psychic life energy flowed from his hand into the warrior's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his divine authority over life, Eden began healing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He injected Dante with an Elixir Panacea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under its effects—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante's wounds and mind began to recover. His appearance visibly grew younger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his bloodthirst... was suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only the beginning. Follow-up treatments would require the help of STC and further research into the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elixir would need fine-tuning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it offered a chance for full recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Dante awoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And felt the changes in his body, he couldn't help but break down in sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For countless centuries, the Blood Angels had endured shame and torment, desperately searching for a cure to the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—this Savior had brought redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante knelt on one knee, followed by the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sons of Sanguinius bowed in deepest gratitude and reverence to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden hurried forward to lift the old warrior:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your strength should be returning. Come fight with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We still have a difficult war to wage—until every last xenos is purged in flame!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless spore pods were falling from the sky—another wave from the Leviathan Vanguard was imminent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But among the falling spores—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless streaks of fire descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's reinforcements—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had arrived!\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>",3263,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","23dd89b04106743b72eaba973a8a80501197ec9034639d30adb17f0b9537ee1c","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-326","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-324",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]