[{"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-334":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},1681104,2147,"Chapter 334 - 335: Vanguard Hive: Hiss—I’m Doomed!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-334",334,"\u003Cp>Deep within the tomb world—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intensity of Gauss energy surged, heating the air to skin-blistering temperatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of it fazed the towering figures in the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the battle conference between Eden and the Necrons was drawing to a close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Necron Overlords had agreed to Eden's proposal: before initiating the Magnificent Prism plan, they would deal with the oncoming Vanguard Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the vanguard organisms already posed a serious threat to Perdita.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they weren't eliminated, there'd be no securing the tomb world—and Zarazusa would never agree to hand over the control runes for the Magnificent Prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With both sides aligned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Dante left the throne chamber, vanishing into the blizzard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tomb world had fully awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, titanic glaciers glowed eerily as the ice peeled away, revealing blackened Necron hulls beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tomb ship nearly 11 kilometers in length broke free of its icy tomb and took flight. Behind it, angular Scythe Harvesters and Scythe Destroyers followed, slowly rising toward space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the fleet of the Mephrit Dynasty's Overlord—Zarazusa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard a Thunderhawk gunship—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down at the emerging Necron structures and the growing fleet, a hint of regret in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, Ironpry really didn't dig deep enough...\"(TL: Changed the name to Ironpry, fits better xD)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the rushed timeline, the Ork salvage team had only skimmed the surface. Many of the core vaults hadn't even been touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dig what?\" Dante blinked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing. Just saying Zarazusa's tech stash is a real waste.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante nodded grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed... their armies and technology are terrifying. A huge threat to the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity's wars with the Necrons had always been brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Often one-sided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was par for the course in the Imperium—every war was desperate and bloody, paid for with oceans of sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante, having lived through centuries of such battles, was long since worn thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned, warning, \"I don't trust these metallic xenos. We must stay vigilant. They could betray us mid-battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he could feel the Overlord's hostility simmering beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way was this alliance going to go smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not wrong,\" Eden agreed. \"But don't worry—Military Command has a full contingency plan. They'll issue protocols to all field commanders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons probably would try something. They hated seeing upstart humanity squat in their ancient galactic thrones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately for Eden—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was even more devious than they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd had his eye on their tech stash from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let's see who outwits who in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante, hearing this, visibly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back into loyal retainer mode—standing blankly like a machine-servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if the sky falls, the Savior will hold it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden says jump? You jump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necron fleets slowly formed ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Dreamweaver, Blade of Vengeance, and Volradi's Third Redeemer Fleet rendezvoused and headed toward the designated battle zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, they would intercept the Vanguard Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upcoming void battle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was now Volradi's show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back aboard the Dreamweaver, in the Savior's private sanctum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden returned to his miniature garden-office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Webby's encrypted comms system, he transmitted the latest Magnificent Prism deployment orders to Military Command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their job: coordinate with the Necrons to reawaken the Prism's components across multiple worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planning for this had already begun the moment the Savior's forces entered the Underworld System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had every confidence they'd handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reviewed evacuation reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the rear-sector planets had been cleared. Populations, key tech, facilities, and wealth were already off-world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No small feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To pull it off, Eden had committed every transport resource he controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astronomical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the gain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly a system's worth of population.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect to replenish Charalton's depleted labor base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he'd gained...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of core tech facilities\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rare materials\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generational stockpiles of wealth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus: Necron tech, Cadian Blitz Troopers, and Ogryn regiments\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this more than offset the costs of the Underworld campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a resource standpoint—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a net win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without it, his fleets would've needed dangerous Warp travel with uncertain arrival times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the transports showed up, the system might've already been eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway's value couldn't be overstated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor would weep with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's mind wandered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Webway's huge. Time to put it to proper use...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe a galactic logistics hub? Or a Savior Armory Megastore where every sector could shop?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resource extraction, defense networks, and planetary aid—at lightspeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the Eldar's heyday, they'd filled the Webway with massive cities and infrastructure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn't humanity do the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the Emperor had only gained access to a busted piece of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had far more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity's stagnation was due, in large part, to blocked supply lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interstellar trade was a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without free flow of resources, systems became isolated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Development stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the Webway—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those dreams could wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, Leviathan had to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the Tyranids were gone, Charalton's rebuilding and the Webway's expansion would remain on hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transports had completed their evac runs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Eden could act freely in the Underworld System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could fire the Magnificent Prism without fear of mass civilian casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi's voice crackled over comms:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, the Vanguard Hive Fleet has entered sensor range!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lone Ork boy screamed as he drifted aimlessly through the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been knocked off his ship and launched into deep space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crew had forgotten to pick him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless something unexpected happened, this poor Ork would float forever—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he slammed into something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He howled for a while—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then got bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill ran down his nonexistent spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jolted awake, blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall of tentacles blocked the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tried to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slammed right into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rubbery appendages slapped him aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed on something wet and living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeled his face out of the slime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was a Tyranid Bio-Titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless Tyranid ships swarmed like flies, circling around a hideous, crustacean-like hive structure:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vanguard Hive Ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It writhed in anger, mucous tentacles flailing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its rage burned bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the humans had destroyed Higanbana, disrupting the will of the Hive Mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Hive Ship had once devoured hundreds of human worlds—melting their populations into goo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had tasted defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tricked. Ambushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fleet—crippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it didn't redeem itself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be cast aside by the Hive Mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reabsorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had locked onto its prey—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet that humiliated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would have vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroy the enemy fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then consume their worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuel the Great Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its sensors showed relatively few ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Easy prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HISSSSSSS—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hive ship accelerated, rage boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would rip them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork boy sat on the Bio-Titan, licking goo off his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blegh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The acidic slime made his face twist in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't deterred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doubled down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bit into a wriggling tendril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slurp. Slurp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slimy tentacle wiggled between his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chewed it like jerky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in the grim darkness of the far future—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Orks get hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork boy saw more waving tendrils, like a writhing jungle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed over and began yanking them out one by one like pulling carrots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SQUEEK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, each tendril was connected to a Tyranid larva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The larva screeched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ME SMASH YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing danger, the Ork instinctively punched, splatting the larva instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disturbance woke the dormant swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skittering limbs clicked and chittered in the tendril thicket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Tyranid Ravener pounced on him, slashing downward with scythe-like limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork boy, fast as ever, reversed positions, throwing the Ravener down and bashing its skull in with his composite metal club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Raveners surged forward—along with larger Tyranid beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork fought bravely, smashing down Ravener after Ravener, but soon found himself overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh!\" he howled, battle fervor igniting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ME SON OF WAR BOSS! BUGS NO SCARE ME!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept swinging even as his left hand was torn off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to be buried under the swarm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark shape streaked across space and slammed into the Tyranid bio-ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork boy saw the flash—a torpedo strike from the human fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resulting shockwave hurled him and the Tyranids into space like debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun wildly, a green bullet in the vacuum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void was a furious canvas of macro-cannons, lance beams, torpedoes, and bio-plasma blasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork found himself floating helplessly in the middle of a massive void battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human ships clashed with the Vanguard Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the poor Ork?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One lucky hit could turn him into green mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate smiled on him—he miraculously avoided every blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed into something hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HEAD HURT! ME SMASH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinded by pain, he raised his club, ready to pulverize whoever dared hit him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-WARBOSS?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror locked up his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd just raised a weapon... at the Warboss?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ME DEAD! WARBOSS EAT ME FOR SURE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fainted, spinning unconscious in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is a Steeltoof Ork here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Dreamweaver's observatory dome, Eden was dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been watching Volradi's fleet engage the Vanguard Hive Fleet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to see an Ork from the Steeltoof clan slam into the observatory and pass out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Recover him,\" Eden ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know what was going on—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since they ran into the guy, might as well bring him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a hunch. The Ork was strong and dumb enough to be useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good Orks were hard to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, like Ironpry, were even brilliant thinkers—able to organize Orks for salvage operations and tech scavenging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare trait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the order, Eden returned his focus to the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi was skillfully luring the Hive Fleet into a pre-established kill box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was handling things well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could tell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid had improved. His defenses were razor-sharp, drawing the swarm in step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orbit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Fleet slammed its organic vessels into the Third Redeemer Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were close. Very close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind's wrath was almost within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all part of Volradi's plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed them to close in, to prevent their escape once the trap was sprung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Dreamweaver's bridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anrakyr's fleet should be arriving... now,\" Eden mused, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redeemer Fleet's formation was at its limit. If reinforcements didn't come...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things could go bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't too worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zarazusa's tomb world was right next door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons wouldn't dare pull anything now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they did—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd just withdraw, let the Tyranids have a fresh taste of Necron buffet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void battle raged on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Hive Fleet pressed in, the Redeemer Fleet suddenly ceased retreating—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vanguard Hive sensed something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its instincts screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive spatial ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phantom lights shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal Sepulchre-class Tomb Ship tore into the void—followed by a full Necron fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second part of the trap had been sprung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human and Necron warships advanced together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HISSSSS—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn't handle two fleets at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It split forces—some ships stayed to stall, the rest tried to flee diagonally toward the upper right quadrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would lose ships, but at least it could save the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Necron fleet arrived on its escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vanguard Hive was pinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trap was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was now or never.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate, it turned and tried to retreat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the maneuver caused chaos in its ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formation broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defensive gaps widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More bio-ships were vaporized in the crossfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time it reorganized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third Necron fleet had blocked the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scanners confirmed it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were completely surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Dreamweaver bridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally bagged the Hive. Now it's just cleanup...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Redeemer Fleet, Blood Angels, and Necrons began constricting the kill zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sphere of warships closed in—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center, the Hive Ship writhed like a dying beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tried to break out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But firepower from all directions engulfed its fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZAAAP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver's nova cannon fired—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plasma erupted across the void, incinerating swaths of Tyranid vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade of Vengeance loosed its macro cannons—shells pierced bio-ships and slammed into the Hive Ship, forcing a shriek of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sepulchre-class Tomb Ship fired its signature green Gauss lance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blinding beam of death swept across the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Fleet was obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vanguard Hive Ship, encircled and alone, died screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its remains drifted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charred meat and bone, scattered across space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the combined assault of man and machine, the Tyranid vanguard had been annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Dreamweaver's bridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared solemnly at the debris field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This was just an appetizer. The real war is still ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation remained dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leviathan Hive Fleet was on its way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unstoppable tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their only hope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magnificent Prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But activating it required a synchronized planetary network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One slip—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And everything would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failure was not an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could only hope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything would go smoothly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the Underworld System—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leviathan Hive Fleet received the signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its colossal form surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accelerating.\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>",2296,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","32ad88eb5cfe705589535074471a1047e09788c3bbec8542ae55edc496f58bfc","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-335","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-333",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]