[{"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-333":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},1681103,2147,"Chapter 333 - 334: The Savior – I Prefer You When You’re Defiant","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-333",333,"\u003Cp>Szzzzz~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gauss energy being charged in the air gave off a scorching, rusty-metal scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons stood ready, weapons hot—moments away from unleashing a deadly volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden showed no fear. He calmly raised a hand, signaling he bore no threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Noble Lord, I am Eden, Primarch and Savior of Humanity. We come in peace...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necrons were a high-intelligence species capable of complex emotion. Unlike many galactic predators, they were not inherently bloodthirsty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given minimal conflict of interest, negotiations were possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prolonged dormancy could damage a Necron's mind—some awoke as raving madmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some became violent berserkers, some became the galaxy's most eccentric jesters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few infected with the Flayer Virus descended into a horrific craving for flesh, revering their ancient nemesis—the C'tan Llandu'gor, the Flayer—to the point they believed the Emperor was the Flayer Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They mimicked humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lived among humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even became planetary governors, beloved by the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the Imperium came to collect tithe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were obsessed with machinery and infiltrated the Adeptus Mechanicus, branding themselves with Imperial aquilas and pretending to be tech-priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how many Necrons now resided within the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Necrons and Imperials preferred not to speak of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium, especially, would rather ignore such powerful yet deluded lunatics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they did pay taxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes more than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These \"mad Necron governors\" were... effective. Loyal, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden judged the current Necron noble—he still seemed lucid, proud even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden returned the respect in kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued, tone polite:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're here to request your cooperation, noble one. To repel the threat of the Tyr—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necron pounded his staff. A wave of sonic pressure echoed through the tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am not a Lord! I am a PHAERON of the Mephrit Dynasty!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lords ruled tombs. Phaerons ruled dynasties—three to thirty tomb worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far greater scope. Far more power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, many Phaerons woke too late—only to find their worlds destroyed or annexed. Some had little more than their sarcophagus left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one, clearly, was among the latter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Hive Fleet Leviathan wasn't stopped, he'd lose his last holdings—and be utterly ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which is exactly why Eden dared to negotiate so directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Phaeron was more desperate than he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My sincerest apologies, Phaeron,\" Eden replied humbly. \"May I ask your name, so I may address you properly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pause—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron seemed to stall before replying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... am the One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yup. That confirms it—mind damage. He doesn't even remember his own name,\" Eden muttered silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He projected a holomap into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Noble One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken, as you may have noticed, Hive Fleet Leviathan is here to consume your worlds...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection revealed a galaxy-darkening swarm of Tyranid ships. A threat no fleet could stop alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron's gaze wasn't on the image. He'd received other data. His expression twisted red with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just discovered that his tombs had been plundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast amounts of irreplaceable technology—relics from his dynasty's golden age—were stolen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed with crimson fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare steal from ME—from the One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken? You shall pay with death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire tomb trembled with tension. The Lychguard readied their blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thickened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden raised his voice, calm and righteous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was just about to inform you—those wretched Orks looted your vaults. I tried to stop them... but failed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necron glared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And how do I know it wasn't you who stole from me, human?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Without proof, you will die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a ruined corner of the tomb, a snore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an Ork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreaming of tasty food, it had clamped itself around a Canoptek Scarab and was now chewing it like a snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Scarab struck back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh... you smell good. I'm up, I'm up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork, mistaking the Scarab for a Foreman hitting him awake, grabbed a power drill and started boring into a nearby Necron construct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine exploded in a flash of spectral green, incinerating the Ork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His drill went flying—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing right between Eden and the Phaeron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at the drill. A moment of silence for the fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, a fitting death for a true Ork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured to the evidence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's your proof. Believe me now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WRETCHED LOW-BORN FILTH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron's metal frame groaned with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I find them, they will DIE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Old Ones had created truly loathsome creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vowed to bring war to the nearby Ork empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Noble Phaeron, I grieve for your loss. But we must act quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pointed back to the projection:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fail to stop the Tyranids, and all your relics will be gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necron stared at the image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. He knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the awakening of his planetary defense grid that had roused the tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken would not allow Tyranids—or Orks or humans—to claim Mephrit property.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he sneered at Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pitiful human. You are not worthy of my cooperation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RUMBLE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose, staff in hand, as the throne ascended higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Necrons awoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tomb was stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down with scorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And for trespassing on sacred ground—you shall die here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The execution was nigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VMMM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, Savior! I'll hold them off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante ignited his force-field axe, ready to sacrifice himself against the royal guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not dying here, old man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked up and spoke loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With a greater threat looming, this course of action only worsens everything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too bad. I have no mercy for the weak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's tone grew stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then perhaps you should reconsider.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Eden, the ground shimmered—giant teleportation gates opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial Titans stepped forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor-class. Warlord-class. Redeemer-pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights. Baneblades. Shadowswords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of Thunderhawk gunships blotted out the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All guns leveled on the Necron tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of annihilation waiting for the command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the Savior's full arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepared long in advance. Just in case diplomacy failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If needed, he would seize the Magnificent Prism—the Mephrit's galactic superweapon—by force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the tomb fully woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before its true defenses could be deployed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron froze mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tomb wasn't fully operational yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Celestial Constructor, the tomb's ultimate war engine, wasn't assembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These human war machines?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were lethal threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps... the One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken should consider cooperation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden levitated upward, psychic arcs dancing around him, rising to the Phaeron's level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now... shall we talk?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron tried to look proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his voice softened:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Eden... your strength is... remarkable. Given the stakes, the One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken... is willing to cooperate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped in close, patted the metal shoulder:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honestly, I liked you better when you were arrogant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this disrespect didn't provoke a reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phaeron quickly changed the subject:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let us... focus on the Tyranid threat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had no memory, he still had his wits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew survival mattered more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agreed,\" Eden said with a nod. \"That was my idea too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their negotiation turned cordial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden looked skyward:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another guest has arrived. Let's wait for him before continuing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Sepulchral-class Tomb Ship, even larger than the Dreamweaver, descended with regal might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its shadow swallowed the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>15 kilometers of Necron engineering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armed with tombstone cannons, lightning arcs, stellar pulsars, particle whips, and Gauss turrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like all Necron warships, the massive Sepulchral-class Tomb Ship possessed a mysterious propulsion technology that allowed for interstellar travel without ever entering the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only downside was that it was just a little slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Eden had no concerns about this approaching fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That colossal Tomb Ship was certainly formidable, but if it came to a fight, the Dreamweaver wasn't about to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fellow Necron Phaeron—Anrakyr the Traveler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Hive Fleet Leviathan threatened everyone alike. Not even the combined strength of every faction could easily stand against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until that threat was handled, no one would dare make reckless moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver and the Tomb Ship exchanged signals, maintaining a careful standoff in high orbit—neither one showing aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of teleportation light burst forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anrakyr and his personal guard arrived on the tomb world's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clad in a steel cloak and armored war skirt, his blade-staff in hand, the Traveler looked every bit the Necron noble—calm, poised, and polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alert signal from the local Necron tomb world had spread far beyond the star system, calling out to other Necron forces for aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By sheer fortune, Anrakyr intercepted the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a self-appointed redeemer of slumbering Necron worlds, Anrakyr deeply understood the threat of the Tyranids—not just to this system, but to all remaining Necron dynasties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had made his decision the moment he saw the signal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to the underworld system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Save his kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seek aid, even from rivals—like the upstart, galaxy-hopping species of Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't optimistic about success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans were stubborn. Ignorant. Xenophobic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building a temporary alliance with them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to his surprise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity came first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cooperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Traveler, I am Eden Grant, Primarch and Savior of Humanity,\" Eden greeted warmly. \"Your timing is perfect. We are in great need of your strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anrakyr gave a slight bow and replied with elegant Necron etiquette:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A pleasure long awaited, Savior of Man, Gene-Sire of Angels, Devourer of Daemons, and Most Favored of the Emperor—Lord Eden Grant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was gentlemanly and courteous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath those polite optics shimmered a flicker of wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anrakyr had done his homework. He knew of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what Eden had accomplished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made him dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone like Anrakyr—who dreamed of rebuilding the Necron empire and restoring their former galactic glory—Eden was a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the Tyranids still loomed, there would be no conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once the xenos were dead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, perhaps, Eden would need to be removed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the way of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All species distrusted outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Friendship was an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every race secretly wished to weaken the others—to make them easier to control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weak, half-dead xenos species was a good xenos species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mutual development? Win-win scenarios?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resources were finite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any race that grew too strong would inevitably begin devouring its neighbors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy would know peace only when a single dominant race stood triumphant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the fate of all others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would depend on the whim of that victor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed Anrakyr's cautious hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, too, didn't trust the Traveler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he was already thinking about how to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Anrakyr ever succeeded in reuniting the fractured Necron dynasties—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity would face another existential threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that could wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, they'd fight the Tyranids together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing a Necron Phaeron wasn't exactly easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither was killing Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Phaerons exchanged a long, formal series of ceremonial greetings. Data was traded. Intel exchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden learned the name of the tomb world's native Phaeron:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zarazusa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though even he only learned it just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He insisted everyone keep calling him \"the One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Zarazusa,\" Eden said with a smirk, \"Time's ticking. Let's start planning how to crush those damned bugs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a projection of the Underworld System's star chart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The map highlighted several key zones:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magnificent Prism\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gas giant Eiros\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Laisios Relay Station\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the industrial stronghold Fudia\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strategy was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's forces, the Blood Angels, and the Necrons would work together to reactivate the Magnificent Prism, a relic weapon capable of harnessing solar rays and channeling them into deadly precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would detonate the core of Eiros, the gas giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resulting explosion would unleash a devastating wave of energy across the system, obliterating much of the Leviathan fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allied forces would shelter behind planetary bodies to survive the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids wouldn't be wiped out, but they'd be crippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to make them manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From there, a final stand could be made at Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eden concluded his plan, he looked to the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's the plan. It's a win-win. Any questions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Phaerons—and even Dante—were momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zarazusa's glowing green eyes flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected Eden to know this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This Savior... far more terrifying than the legends say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anrakyr, for his part, was even more rattled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had stolen his lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That exact plan had been in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Word for word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had said it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost as if—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior could read his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, Anrakyr met Eden's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gaze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penetrating. Inescapable. As if even his innermost thoughts were laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something else in those eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that made Anrakyr uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did he... sense my killing intent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All xenos alliances were dangerous. Full of schemes and traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had been watching him carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was searching for something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location of Anrakyr's C'tan shard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fragment of a star god. Containing cataclysmic power—especially of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unmatched weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And an excellent energy source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Eden couldn't wield it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd rather use it for barbecue than let it be used against humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante looked at Eden with quiet reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what it meant to follow the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No stress. No planning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just wait for Eden to tell you what to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone who'd dreamed of retirement for centuries, Dante couldn't be happier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle conference continued smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan was as follows:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anrakyr would dispatch tomb engineers and legions to Tartarus to reactivate the Prism\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's forces and Sisters of Battle would hold the Laisios Relay\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Angels and Zarazusa's troops would secure the main refinery platform, digging a path to the core of Eiros\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, Anrakyr, and Dante would launch a strike on Fudia, seizing control of the Prism's central command spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All units had to succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One failure—and the whole plan collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had already deployed his troops across Laisios, Tartarus, and Eiros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alliance had backup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tactical discussion drew to a close—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at the gathered leaders once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gentlemen, before we go... there's one more immediate threat to deal with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the Tyranid vanguard fleet chasing the Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the swarm would learn—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What it truly meant... to be surrounded.\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>",2467,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","257d2beed8a3d0547fe8dea04b4637874cfcee3ff84be53140333f25231e3adf","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-334","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-332",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]