[{"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-329":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},1681099,2147,"Chapter 329 - 330: Precision Annihilation – The Molten Iron Behemoth in the Smoke","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-329",329,"\u003Cp>The Savior's holy hymn rose higher and higher amidst the thunder of artillery fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the ground stretched terrifying chitinous creatures armed with clawed limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These executioners, under the command of Tyranid monstrosities, charged through withering bombardments, vaulting over heavy fortifications toward the trenches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their goal: to seize biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To replenish their losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the trenches of Defense Zone 1029—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian Shock Troopers stood firmly at their battle stations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For thousands of years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cadian warriors, accustomed to the horrors that poured from the Eye of Terror, had long since become veterans of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They learned to follow orders and fight unwaveringly against any enemy of mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the face of losing their homeworld, their will to fight remained unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These indomitable soldiers had received new equipment: nearly all of them were outfitted with ceramite-reinforced carapace armor and helmets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armed with melta guns, heavy plasma weapons, and more, they were mightier than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such gifts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had filled the Cadian troops with gratitude toward the Savior, and with pride. They resolved to repay this with their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when facing the terrifying Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the coordination of the command center, they had been deployed to this defense zone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To repel the Tyranid swarms in this sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the battle had been underway for some time, aside from the deafening cannons and the Savior's hymn—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had yet to see a single enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made the Cadians uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they were used to being right in the thick of the fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian officer's communicator buzzed to life. He nodded. \"Understood. Following your command!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere in the trenches tensed. Battle was imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, are the bugs here?\" asked a scar-faced Cadian, uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... but lunch is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer's expression twisted strangely. \"Command just ordered us to refuel quickly. The enemy is expected to arrive in twenty minutes. We have ten to eat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\" The scar-faced soldier swallowed hard. \"Didn't we eat just a few hours ago?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"According to the Savior's army standard, this is wartime lunch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, several low-flying transports landed across the zone. The officer barked, \"Sentries, stay alert! Everyone else, go get your food, quick!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced Cadian pulled his hand back from his field ration pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like he could save his precious Savior-standard CPR for later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In times of war—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial Guard troopers typically received a certain quantity of CPR—Combat Provision Rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each CPR usually included a sealed meal or protein bar, some nutritional compounds, and a flameless heater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fancier ones had canned goods, salt, water purification tabs, and basic medical supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while these CPRs looked impressive, they were often dangerously bad—either tasteless or outright revolting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were even worse than corpse-starch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unsuitable for long-term consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A certain Imperial Guard colonel had once been captured by Orks, mistaken for some mutated good-luck charm, and was force-fed maggot-ridden meat daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he miraculously returned alive, he cursed that the rotten meat was only slightly worse than Guard rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tale alone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said enough about what the troops thought of those rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the canned ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was canned Antelope Beef, then fine—it tasted decent when seasoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a pinch, the cans themselves made decent throwing weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in reality—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many protein foods were laced with mysterious ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in combat zones with xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protein bars were supposed to be made from Grox meat and other proper sources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many shady contractors, to cut costs, tossed in anything they could find—sometimes even bizarre xeno corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks, ferals, and sometimes even toxic, unidentified lifeforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All thrown into protein paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One factory went so far as to add Chaos-tainted corpses directly into the grinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many troopers who ate those bars suffered horrific corruption—causing a major incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several regiments were executed as a result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The factory was later visited by the Inquisition. Everyone, top to bottom, was purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—this wasn't entirely the contractors' fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With raw material shortages, the Imperium's chronic delays in payment, and harsh tithe quotas—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply couldn't produce enough protein bars to spec.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they failed to deliver on time, they'd be charged with delaying military operations or even heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cut corners and meet deadlines—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those factories risked everything to stuff whatever \"protein\" they could find into bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium could only turn a blind eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something went wrong, they'd deal with it then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Guard got the short end of the stick. Every CPR was like opening a mystery box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You never knew what you'd be eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only caution could help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced soldier patted the Savior-standard CPR in his pouch, treasuring it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stuff was gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single Savior-standard CPR—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Included breakfast, lunch, and dinner rations, fresh meat, fruit cans, vitamin tablets, coffee powder, chewing gum, a canteen, purification tabs, med injectors, fuel, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield, you could eat well—healthy and satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many troops who tried it said it was better than food at some victory banquets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guard couldn't help but marvel at the wealth of the Savior's domain. And envy his armies even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, they thought this was the pinnacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's logistics teams were delivering freshly heated lunches to the trenches, including roast meat cuts, bread, fruit, and even juice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently prepared just moments ago!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were pre-cooked meals, reheated with minimal prep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian troops stared at the hot meals in their hands, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are we really fighting a war? Even the camps never had it this good...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The logistics division had gone completely overboard—in the best way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scheduled withdrawal from this planet, Higanbana, was in half a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's logistics team had prepped a month's worth of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By their standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By Imperial standard, that would last three to six months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man Chapter was stationed here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Astartes could become galactic gourmet chefs at any time, supplying edible meals to the troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theoretically—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as ammo held and the line endured—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food would be endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man and Savior's forces could wear down the Tyranids, even \"eat\" them out of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have seven minutes left!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian officer called out, \"Refuel fast—battle's coming!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced soldier was already happily digging in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He devoured the food in his tray, then wiped up the last meat juice with bread—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And popped it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've never eaten this well in my life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted his belly, sighing with contentment. \"Man, if we could always fight under the Savior's command... wouldn't that be amazing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words struck a chord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others all nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With gear and meals this good, who wouldn't want to stay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the war was over, they'd likely be folded back into the Imperial Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought brought some gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it couldn't be helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lunch ended swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadians picked up their weapons again, returning to their posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intel, the Tyranids were almost here...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, sounds of gunfire from nearby sectors echoed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other zones were already engaged—some barely a hundred meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadians didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their orders were to hold this line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything else wasn't their concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer received fresh intel. He shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All guns aim left! Free fire once targets enter range!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeeech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he spoke, the shrieks of Tyranid swarms filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Tyranid Warriors led a horde of Hormagaunts charging toward the zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they appeared, they were met with a coordinated artillery barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was one thing this zone had, it was firepower!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's realm had designed the defensive walls to divide the battlefield, and had flooded the gaps with countless heavy weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All firepower was centrally coordinated, bombarding the Tyranids precisely as they entered range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This initial salvo tore into the Tyranid Warriors, heavily damaging them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cadia stands!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that proud cry—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swarm was drowned in a flood of melta and plasma fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The acrid stench of charred chitin filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless volleys—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Tyranid remained standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Cadian defense zone had successfully repelled the first wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir! Big one incoming!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced scout called out—danger sensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And spotted it: a mass of toxic fog beyond a breach in the wall. Within the mist writhed sharp, twisted tendrils, with swarms of venomous beasts at its back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massive Tyranid combat unit—Toxicrene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its dozen split-ended tendrils were coated in deadly venom, capable of shredding even Space Marine armor with lethal toxicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such monsters were well beyond mortal soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer knew the threat immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that thing broke through, even its toxic mist could inflict heavy casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal conditions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadians would have to stall at great cost, praying for support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or go down with it in a blaze of glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the war manual, the officer immediately contacted HQ—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Requesting reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grim:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Command, this is Defense Zone 1029. We've encountered a major Tyranid unit. Requesting support from the Angels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the comms device—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer in charge at the command center responded quickly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Received... Defense Zone 1029, your support has already arrived. Please coordinate with their defense operations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian officer was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Support had already arrived? They didn't even need to stall for time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the high-risk Tyranid units inside the battle zones had already been tagged by sniper teams with tracking devices. They were under constant monitoring by the command center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements and trajectories were being calculated precisely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on priority, the command center would dispatch suitable Astartes squads to intercept them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, it was standard to send forces with twice the enemy's combat capability to eliminate high-threat targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the command center's strategy: divide the battlefield using terrain and firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deploy strike teams based on the flow of the battle to systematically strangle key Tyranid command organisms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the scattered swarms, they were left to the zone defenders to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Cadian officer even hung up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of aircraft engines filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Thunderhawk gunship shot through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its twin assault cannons laid suppressive fire on the Toxicrene. Then the bay door half-opened, revealing six Terminators of the Sons of Man, clad in dark green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they dropped from the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy ceramite boots cracking the earth as they landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under suppressive cover fire from support units in the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man Terminators steadily advanced toward the Toxicrene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These veterans had fought the Tyranids for over a thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements were as though rehearsed countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ignored the poisonous mists, wielding power swords to expertly deflect and slice apart the creature's venom-laced tendrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disarming the beast's deadly limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between strikes, they even pulled out bolt pistols to target its weak spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Sons of Man Terminators—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded and mercilessly beat the Toxicrene down, overwhelming it with focused fire and grenade blasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive creature collapsed with a thud, falling silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice! Tastes like chicken!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terminator sergeant rushed forward, hacked off the most delicious part, then activated his jump pack and led the team back aboard the Thunderhawk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, they were off to the next defense zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, the Thunderhawk fired a few more melta blasts into the Toxicrene's corpse—just to be sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian troops watched the Astartes depart with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the cleanest and most efficient Angels of Death they had ever witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Sons of Man left—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lesser Tyranid creatures, drawn by the biomass, began to stir and crawl toward the trench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were no longer a threat to the Cadians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another round of concentrated fire began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the wave of bioforms was purged, the soldiers felt immense satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, this is how you fight a real war!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced Cadian cursed with glee. \"We used to get screwed all the time—this is how you crush xenos!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another few waves of Tyranids assaulted the trench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, none of them included high-threat bioforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repelling them, Defense Zone 1029 entered another quiet phase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this lull—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few gentle Sisters Hospitaller came by to carry away the wounded for treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, sir, if we keep waiting like this... you think dinner's coming soon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced trooper dragged his eyes away from the retreating figure of a sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already looking forward to what would be served next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defense Zone 672.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy weaponry thundered without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogryns stood outside the trenches, gleefully mowing down wave after wave of Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fingers never left the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They loved the roaring noise of gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm gettin' a bit tired...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Ogryn muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, his guns would be limited after a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, they even got scolded by the \"small lads\" for shooting too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the dark-gold big guy's gun had loads of ammo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the dumb little servitors kept handing them new guns and mags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ammo? Unlimited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could fire as much as they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes a single bug got shredded into pulp by several Ogryns firing at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed they were getting tired from firing so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yup yup! The middle spot! Me real smart, I got it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smarts,\" the Ogryn squad leader, was receiving orders from Command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff on the other end had patiently explained it three times in simple terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smarts proudly declared that he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended the call and slapped a few of the trigger-happy Ogryns, bellowing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Listen to Smarts! Point the gun at this spot! Yeah, here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ogryns followed orders, all aiming their heavy cannons at the center of the zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They waited—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as they were getting impatient—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rubble erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive sand serpent burst from the earth, shrieking toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The serpent barely got halfway through its roar before it froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its beady eyes widened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it saw countless barrels pointed right at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ogryns, who'd been holding back, unleashed hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sand serpent convulsed, twitching uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RAAAHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Ogryns charged forward, wielding power hammers crackling with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They beat the serpent to a pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smarts followed Command's instructions and took out a giant bomb, shoving it down the hole the serpent had dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening explosion shook the area, blasting dozens of bugs out of the earth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazed and broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to be torn apart by relentless heavy fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BUGS CAN'T FOOL SMARTS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smarts roared with joy, blasting away with his autocannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a ruined alley—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSCCCCHHH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mutated Tyranid Warrior led a swarm into a shadowy alleyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes flickered with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melta blasts engulfed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one alley had over five melta guns installed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the rising red glow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swarm shrieked, fleeing back the way they came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the alley itself housed a predator far worse than they.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the inner defenses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Similar scenes unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Key Tyranid synapse creatures were either trapped or precisely hunted down by Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid swarm was being systematically butchered, their numbers dwindling...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the swarm's command net—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Tyrant fell into a state of rage and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It realized that as soon as its forces entered the human defensive zone, they began vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if some unseen predator was devouring them whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield itself had become a devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its scout bioforms were being eliminated, blinding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Tyranid synapse creature, which had consumed countless human planets and star systems, now felt something rare—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These human forces... were unlike any it had encountered before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSHHHK—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Tyrant calmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It received a transmission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had discovered the secret behind the humans' efficiency: their command node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroy that, and the swarm would regain the advantage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its infiltration team had successfully penetrated deep into enemy territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would soon destroy the command node!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watchtower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive claw marks lined its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground bore signs of massive beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SZZZZKKK—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dull thud and smoke, enormous iron claws scratched the tower again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top observation deck—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden overlooked the battlefield, pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the Savior's limitless funding, the battle was going exceptionally well—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maximum damage inflicted with minimal losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a bit... expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just hoped there wouldn't be too many battles like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his heart might break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though things were going well, Eden remained wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids were too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Dante had waited a long time, but no big monsters had shown up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was... unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected the swarm was building up to something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sent a transmission to Command, ordering heightened vigilance and a search for anomalies across the zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such highly adaptive enemies, there was no room for carelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One mistake—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the tide could turn instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Tyranids gained momentum, it would snowball beyond control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entire planets, even systems, had fallen this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson smoke rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tower shook slightly under another impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Redflame! Settle down! Don't bring the tower down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his rebuke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movements below ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast below quietly lay back down, not daring to make another sound—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid of angering its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante looked toward the base of the tower—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where he saw a terrifying molten iron behemoth, shrouded in red flames...\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>",2979,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","21ad5d3ac0dea6f2a4faacfb7a85bf7535503c2f657f04e2d13632a80aa20602","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-330","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-328",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]