[{"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-327":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},1681097,2147,"Chapter 327 - 328: Envy and Jealousy — The Savior Is Truly Wealthy!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-327",327,"\u003Cp>Eden flipped through the files on the Ogryn units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogryns were a typical abhuman strain of humanity—large and immensely strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their average height reached three meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These hulking brutes were about the same size as Astartes and were often employed by the Astra Militarum as shock troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were among the most ferocious soldiers in the Imperial Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had exceptional qualities: staggering strength and unwavering loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after taking what would be fatal wounds for regular humans, they would fight on, completely unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Ogryns had powerful physiques, their intelligence was severely lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were easily confused, loved the roar of battle, and enjoyed shooting endlessly, burning through ammo like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of this, Ogryns' heavy ripper guns had to be fitted with limiters to keep them from overfiring—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, they'd run out of bullets far too quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite these flaws, all things considered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were excellent warriors. Once indoctrinated into the Imperial Creed, they displayed a dogged loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their individual intelligence wasn't enough to support any kind of organized battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To solve this, the Imperium selected certain Ogryns for neural enhancement surgery, installing connectors and correction implants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the surgery, these Ogryns gained a spark of intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many could remember their own names, count their fingers, and even understand basic orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some could come up with slightly better tactics than \"smash everything in sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These enhanced Ogryns proudly called themselves Bone'eads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could serve as commanders of Ogryn squads, holding limited authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excellent! These are exactly the kind of warriors I want!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was thrilled with the Ogryns—strong, loyal, and heavily armed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for their ammo usage? That wasn't a problem at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain had no shortage of ammunition, and logistics were perfectly maintained. If anything, he was worried they wouldn't fire enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, more than 20,000 Ogryns remained on Higanbana, overseen by several Bone 'eads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already decided: once the war ended, he'd take all of them with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Ogryns were mere Astra Militarum mercenaries—not part of any formal regimental command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that most of the Imperial reinforcements had been shattered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no centralized command structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that they all served under the Savior's unified command—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might as well fight for him instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, mercenary work under the Savior meant more firepower, better food, and less starvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much better than starving three days out of five under the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later on, he'd even look into their home world—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round up the whole tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could become another powerful military asset for his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd design an entire set of custom heavy-firepower gear tailored specifically to the Ogryns' size and strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much better than sending them into battle half-naked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But even that's not enough...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pondered further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if these guys could undergo gene-enhancement surgeries, receive gene-seed implants, and become specialized Astartes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't that be terrifying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They're already three meters tall—after blessings and gene modification, they'd be walking Dreadnoughts!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Imperium, gene-seeds were sacred and extremely rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would never waste such a resource on abhumans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden wasn't like those poverty-stricken Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had recently acquired a large batch of gene-seeds—he could afford to experiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gene-enhancement tech in his domain was already stable and safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was confident—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ogryns' powerful physiques could endure gene surgeries and become monstrous Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beyond that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even educate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like sending these big guys to kindergarten at the Loyal Sons Academy, train them from an early age!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the Ogryns—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also over 100,000 Cadian Shock Troopers he could bring under his banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Cadia was gone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shock Troops were homeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wandered the stars, defending worlds with the vow to fight humanity's enemies until death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These brave warriors deserved a better life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain would offer them new equipment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a new home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for other Imperial reinforcements—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were under formal command, like General Meron's Astra Militarum, or the Vostroyan Firstborn Armored Regiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wouldn't overreach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking too much could stir political backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't quite fit his standards anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command tent trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another transport ship passed overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its rumble faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the last transport had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden put away his dataslate and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to inspect the defensive fortifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to recon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new Tyranid wave was amassing, with its sights set on the last bastion of Higanbana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helos Spaceport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vanguard Hive Fleet had gone all in—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd dropped nearly every spore pod they had, deploying massive bio-weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were dead-set on annihilating the stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In about four to five days, the main force would hit the first defensive line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, the Savior's forces on Higanbana included:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carter and his 1,000 Thunder Warriors\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel leading 20,000 Sons of Humanity\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storm Group Titans, Imperial Knights, and Heavy Armor Divisions\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with the Blood Angels and Imperial support troops—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was enough for a major campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had also delivered more weapons, vehicles, and supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just to Higanbana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planets like Lesios also received support from the Savior's forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War Angels, Void Angels, Battle Sisters, and Storm Group units were being dispatched across the region to hold off the swarm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to evacuate civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter what—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Higanbana remained the crucial front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was where the largest vanguard wave was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Fleet would have enough strength to support attacks elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would cause a total collapse of the front lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the Savior's temporary HQ—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden went straight to inspect the defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Blood Angels' camp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of Thunderhawk gunships were parked, ready to deploy Astartes or Sons of Humanity wherever needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Angels and Sons of Man bustled around, preparing for the coming war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante was speaking with Captain Karlean and others—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their gazes kept drifting toward the Sons of Man's camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the open ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly a thousand Centurion suits stood in neat formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of Dreadnoughts moved supplies back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least a third of the Sons wore brand-new Terminator armor, gleaming with sanctified oils and divine craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels had only around 200 Dreadnoughts and a few dozen Centurions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their armor was mostly ancient—battle-worn, patched up, and scarred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had been in use for over a century, if not a millennium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the disparity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante suddenly realized how poor the Blood Angels truly were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His desire to retire only grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Dante, where do they get all this gear?\" Karlean asked, brushing a hand across his own patched-up armor, nearly a hundred years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we had those, we'd be crushing xenos and heretics like bugs! Sigh... we really are poor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe you should go ask them,\" Dante replied dryly, glancing at the Captain. \"I'm going to inspect the camp...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was seriously considering handing the reins to the younger generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean didn't notice the shift in the Chapter Master's mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saluting, he turned his eyes back to the Sons of Man's camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels were an ancient Chapter of the Imperium, but unlike the Ultramarines backed by 500 worlds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sons of Sanguinius had only the Baal system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was already barren and lacking industrial support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn't meet the resource needs of a full Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of their gear was slowly accumulated over centuries—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of it ancient relics, glorified as \"holy artifacts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hit harder—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But mostly because they had no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other than a few sacred weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of these \"artifacts\" couldn't compete with modern arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time had taken its toll. Components were decaying. Machine spirits were cranky, damaged, and disobedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Techmarines and servitors had to appease them constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, they'd risk malfunctions in battle—weapon failures, jammed mags, or worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Humanity's gear was cutting edge, with stable and lively machine spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just by looking at them from afar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean could feel the power radiating from their weapons and armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had so many massive vehicles too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our gear's just not up to par...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean muttered, gently wiping his boltgun with a cloth soaked in sanctified oil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid the old thing might get offended and break down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a waste!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby Techmarine grumbled. \"Why are they leaving all that Centurion gear sitting out in the open?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centurion armor deserved to be in hangars—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by incense, blessed oils, and sacred rites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even on the battlefield, at least put a tarp over it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly!\" Karlean agreed, glancing again at the Sons' camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what are those two brats from Squad Festla doing over there all the time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spotted two of his own battle-brothers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"traitorous\" brats who'd been rescued by the Sons and given the chance to pilot Centurion suits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd grown so attached they didn't want to return the gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, they kept going over to the Sons' camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it really that good over there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Karlean and the Techmarine discussed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Humanity's camp suddenly stirred again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows and rows of long tables were being set up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Followed by all sorts of strange contraptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took Karlean a second to realize:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were about to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the first row of portable stoves flared to life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Humanity donned aprons and gathered in front of their cooking stoves, showcasing their culinary skills. For them, breakfast, lunch, and dinner were sacred rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if conditions were lacking—they'd make them work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were determined to eat well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just anyone could become a cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those with exceptional skill, recognized and respected by their battle-brothers, earned the right to prepare meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mouthwatering aroma wafted over to Karlean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That smells amazing,\" he muttered, eyeing his own high-protein ration pack and a tough slab of roasted meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he had no appetite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels' meals back at the monastery were actually decent—plenty of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But out in the field? Standards dropped drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resources across the galaxy were stretched thin. Some Astartes Chapters were surviving on little more than nutrient porridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even back at their fortress monastery—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels couldn't compete with the Sons of Humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean gazed toward the long tables being set up in the Sons' camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw an incredible spread: meats, grains, vegetables, fruits—everything imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some ingredients he couldn't even name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, he watched as one Son of Humanity dragged out a still-squirming Tyranid, bled it dry on the spot, and began prepping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons had truly embraced the Savior's philosophy on food: fresh, healthy, and flavorful—even bugs should taste like bugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...WHAT?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean stared, slack-jawed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can eat that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aromas drifting over from the Sons' camp were becoming harder to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feigning nonchalance, he wandered over—poking here, inspecting there. He stood for a while beside a Centurion suit, pretending to study it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, he owned a Centurion suit too...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, he had one—back in the monastery, undergoing emergency salvage repairs. No one knew if it would ever function again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he couldn't exactly ask for a replacement—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each suit had a bonded pilot, cultivated through decades of compatibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Karlean!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A booming, friendly voice called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Big Barrel, Chapter Master of the Sons of Humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off guard, Karlean awkwardly gestured toward the massive wargear beside them. \"Uh... Lord Barrel, your... your equipment is really something...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course!\" Big Barrel was in high spirits. \"The Savior treats us well. Our Chapter gets only the best—as much as we need!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You'd never guess that, not long ago, he'd been so poor he had to fight in Tyranid chitin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then—he'd never once complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Karlean, want a Centurion suit?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel clapped a hand against the nearest suit. \"I'll give you one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two had fought side-by-side all the way back to Helos Starport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That counted as a life-bonded brotherhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Barrel never stinted when it came to comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centurion suits weren't some sacred treasure. Since the mining operations in Charalton spun up, production lines were booming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newer models were already on the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Savior's domain, these were consumables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the next-gen suits dropped, these would be decommissioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rate of upgrades was enough to make most Chapters in the Imperium weep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wh-what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor—how... how could I possibly accept such a gift?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giving away something this sacred?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"C'mon, we're brothers-in-arms! No need to be shy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barrel waved it off with a grin. \"Just pick one you like and drive it home!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean was deeply moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to refuse—this gift was too much—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he just couldn't say the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he? Barrel was too generous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh right—do your men know how to pilot these?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barrel scratched his head. \"If they do, I'll hook them up too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlean nearly blacked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother... you... you can't mean that...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he going to give out even more?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well—no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only a temporary transfer to the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barrel's men lacked proper Centurion training. Many couldn't operate the suits effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At present, over 300 suits were unused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war with the Tyranids was at hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to lend them out than let them collect dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It finally dawned on Karlean just how rich the Savior truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had surplus Centurion suits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overjoyed, he accepted the transfer: \"No problem! The Sons of Sanguinius will honor these suits with their strength!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was just a loan—it was a game-changer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These precious vehicles would greatly ease the Blood Angels' combat burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the Sons of Humanity's lunchtime bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barrel threw an arm around Karlean's shoulders with hearty warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, brother. Time for lunch. You have to try our cooking today!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Karlean didn't refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the smells were simply too good to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd save his ration pack for later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red and a dark green giant stood face-to-face, conversing in electronic tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blood Angels Dreadnought and a Sons of Humanity Dreadnought were deep in discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to be hitting it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apologies, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons' Dreadnought stopped mid-sentence as the lunch bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to grab lunch. Let's talk again later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its cockpit opened, and a heavily-augmented warrior disembarked, jogging toward the dining area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost most of his body in combat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only these prosthetics allowed him to pilot a Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only way he could continue fighting for his Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels Dreadnought watched in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slowly bowed its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt... melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helos Starport – Outer Defense Line\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area had been ravaged by previous battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere, ruins upon ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden invited Dante to join him on an inspection tour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To rally morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morale was already high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain had delivered massive supplies and weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giving the soldiers hope of repelling the Tyranid swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warehouse zone was nearly bursting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plasma guns, melta rifles, mines, grenades, artillery—anything you could imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than enough to fully arm every soldier, with plenty of ammo to spare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was only one warzone on Higanbana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Savior had sent reinforcements to multiple planets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely outfitted just as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't begin to fathom the industrial might of the Savior's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The logistical capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd managed to deliver all this into the Warp-shadowed system!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Dante made their way through each sector—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting the troops see their commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Heavy Armor Zone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vostroyan Firstborn had finally quieted down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They used to be proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With rich backing from Forge Worlds, they boasted the finest gear in the Guard—outshining even the Loyal Sons Stormtroopers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw the Storm Group's elite divisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of personnel, equipment, tanks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were utterly outclassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Storm Group's forces all used super-heavy tanks, a full tier larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And far superior firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd swallowed their pride, queued up to receive new weapons, vehicles, and artillery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's heavy gear came with semi-automated systems and friendly machine spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far better than the clunky mechanical controls they were used to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and his team inspected the Cadian Shock Troops and Ogryns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers saluted, full of pride and gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eat well, everyone. A full stomach wins battles,\" Eden said warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were digging in happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whole grains, real meat, even fruit and yogurt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All standard rations for the Savior's mortal armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot, too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them had ever imagined such luxury—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in a warzone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the best meal of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled up in many eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had given them more than weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had given them dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medical teams were also on site—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tending to the wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ogryns beamed with joy, their hearts overflowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That big golden guy's so nice! Gives us yummy food and big guns and tons of bullets!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bone 'eads saluted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Savior sir!\" they boomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RUMBLE—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp Gate shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from it emerged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gargantuan war engines, tall as mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd been briefed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the Savior's God-Machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor-class Titans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior would deploy 10 Emperor-class and 30 Warlord-class Titans to this sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they'd form a massive Redeemer Titan formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over 800 Imperial Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All to fight off the largest Tyranid vanguard wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armored corps and mortal troops would handle stragglers that slipped past the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astartes would fill crucial gaps—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And take out high-value Tyranid synapse creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mortal soldiers stared at the Titans in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt safe in war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All because of—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante stood, overwhelmed, gazing at the divine Titans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Mechanicus couldn't muster this many!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are those?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few unusual Titans were hard at work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leveling ruins, digging trenches, helping with construction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you see,\" Eden said. \"They're engineering Titans.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were simply doing their real job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain had brought not only weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But entire construction divisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using local rubble and fast-drying composite concrete, they were building new fortifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Days Later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outer defense line of Helos Starport had been completely transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the Titans, several 10-meter-high fortified walls now stood tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Artillery emplacements and force field generators were being installed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warzone was reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor...\" Dante whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of war is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire understanding of warfare had been shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Dante,\" Eden said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're ready to face the swarm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky had darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall of black churned on the edge of sight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow of the Tyranid swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to bleed the Vanguard Hive Fleet dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them learn—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What it meant to face a fortress of steel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a mechanized storm!\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>",3212,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","c28dd0d1328949170273c929a046fdc797e9904cfd454796e2e6464f919a5b42","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-328","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-326",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]