[{"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-338":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},1681108,2147,"Chapter 338 339: The Empire’s Reinforcements, the Suicide Mission of Three Barrel","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-338",338,"\u003Cp>The Regent Guilliman issued the command to reinforce Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the leadership of the Macragge's Honour, a vast reinforcement fleet was gathering in the void, consisting of hundreds of large vessels and numerous battle groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This force accounted for nearly half of the Indomitus Crusade's Second Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carried the full might of the Imperium's army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most powerful among them were the Primaris Space Marines—enhanced Astartes whom Archmagos Belisarius Cawl had spent nearly ten thousand years developing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were tens of thousands of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Primaris Marines were taller, stronger, more powerful in combat—and far more loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent firmly believed this force would be a formidable counter to the war raging on Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crushing response to the Tyranid swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Indomitus reinforcement fleet was fully assembled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Sanctum of the Regent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundred-meter-tall bookshelves stood silently, the stained-glass dome above letting in shafts of light, while fine dust drifted gently through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix, the chamberlain, stepped inside, controlling his steps to remain nearly soundless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Primarch preferred silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite his quiet steps, Felix's three-meter-tall frame clad in blue-and-gold trimmed armor still gave off an imposing aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix was one of the earliest successfully enhanced Primaris Space Marines under the direction of Archmagos Cawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shortly after the Horus Heresy had ended ten millennia ago, he had been chosen as a prime candidate and sent to Mars to undergo the Primaris transformation trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next ten thousand standard Terran years…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained in cryogenic stasis, subjected to complex experiments. Occasionally awakened for further hypnotic indoctrination to reinforce his loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sacrifice had not been in vain—the Primaris transformation had succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gene-sire, the Primarch of the Ultramarines—Roboute Guilliman—had returned, making it possible for the Primaris to walk the galaxy once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix joined the Indomitus Crusade, achieving great merit in battle and earning the Primarch's favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became the Primarch's personal chamberlain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch had even amended the restrictions he himself had placed in the Codex Astartes, creating the Eleventh Company of the Ultramarines and appointing Felix as its Captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a gift was profound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix strove to live up to this honor with unwavering commitment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman noticed his approach, set down his papers, and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Felix, have we found a navigable route to Baal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, the Librarius has identified a traversable corridor—but they've also issued a warning…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix spoke softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They said that moving such a massive force might attract the attention of warp abominations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We've always been under the eye of Chaos. Those foul gods—and my fallen brothers—are constantly seeking to strike me down and steal my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent considered the risk and made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No more delay. Let the reinforcement fleet depart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal was one of the hubs of the Dark Side—utterly irreplaceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they stalled further…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might miss the critical Battle of Baal and trigger even greater consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, my lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix nodded and immediately issued the order for the fleet to set sail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short while later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light inside the sanctum dimmed slightly, the glass dome above now covered by protective plating. Faint tremors passed through the structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Macragge's Honour and its escort fleet had entered the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman gathered his documents and rose to walk along the sanctum's pathway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come, Felix. Walk with me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many things one could not grasp from papers alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed more direct communication with his subordinates to gain deeper insights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix straightened. He felt honored, if a little nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, my lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman clapped a large hand on the chamberlain's shoulder, making the latter involuntarily stiffen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman withdrew his hand and said in as gentle a tone as possible:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When facing me, don't always be so tense. And do not fall into blind worship. You must see me as a living man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this universe, there are no gods—only entities wielding more power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That includes my father—the Emperor of Mankind…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent tirelessly emphasized this, hoping to prevent his followers from falling into blind religious reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wished to be seen as a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not, like his father, raised to godhood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thereby burdened with the torment of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had begun to feel the weight of growing devotion again. His followers' blind worship had only deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So troublesome… I wonder how Brother Eden copes with it all,\" Guilliman thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent continued down the pathway with Felix, calmly inquiring about the state of various Chapters and military units, as well as Felix's opinions on certain issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rather enjoyed this conversational approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it inevitably brought some pressure to those speaking with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, as they walked, the lights began to flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pale gray-pink mist crept in. Candle flames danced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short distance ahead on the path…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magnificent phantom began to solidify. Pale-skinned, with exquisite makeup and a long, coiling serpent tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, beware!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix immediately drew his power sword, activating its disruptive field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dear brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was slightly sharp and effeminate. Once the Phoenix of the Imperium, now a fallen Primarch, he licked his forked tongue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I finally caught you… perhaps we can have a little fun this time…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned for a long time to ambush Guilliman here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire ship shook violently. Guilliman's vox channel flooded with alerts of hostile attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sea of Souls howled and roared. Warp tides surged, sweeping the reinforcement fleet deeper into the Immaterium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throwing them off course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that tide, swarms of starving daemons launched their assault!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest threat stood directly before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman signaled Felix to fall back. This was not a battle a chamberlain could fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Fulgrim, the once-noble brother now twisted by corruption, radiating obscene perversion. His eyes burned with fury—and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How dare you appear before me? Look at what you've become!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn't it glorious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim twisted sensuously, sneering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once you experience such ecstasy, you'll understand the beauty of it all. Your loyalty is blind—I pursue higher art and perfection!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew the Blade of Laer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same venomous dagger that had once nearly slain Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim mocked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at yourself now—just a barely-alive corpse sustained by xenos tech. Perhaps I'll help you finish it. Come—let's finish what we started!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ten thousand years, he sought once again to duel Guilliman—confident he would prevail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman didn't respond to the taunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply ignited the flames of the Emperor's Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And assumed a battle stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a heavy sigh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If our father could see your twisted, effeminate form, he would never forgive you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim's pupils shrank. A flicker of fear crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly became furious at his momentary weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrieked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That cursed wretch is nothing but a desiccated skeleton! One day, I'll tear his bones apart and hurl them into the abyss to be defiled by daemonettes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Fulgrim feared their father…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the deep Warp. The Emperor's influence could not reach here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he finished speaking, the Warp shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of daemonic wails rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim felt it most keenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw something—something that filled him with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice reverted to a man's:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fallen Primarch panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly losing the will to remain, he fled like a dog with its tail between its legs, vanishing into the pink mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a single tortured scream remained, as if something had dragged him away:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F-Father… no!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path returned to calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Macragge's Honour stabilized once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden turn of events left Guilliman momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected a brutal battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unexpectedly, his fallen brother had fled without a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… He has protected us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Felix had fallen to his knees, praying fervently to the Emperor, his voice trembling with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, their father had acted again—appearing in this place—yet Guilliman himself hadn't sensed it at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stand up, Felix. My father—the Emperor—does not want to be worshipped. We must not kneel to anyone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sternly ordered his chamberlain to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After doing so, Felix began recounting the sacred vision he had just witnessed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen a tall figure bathed in hazy golden light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly the glorious Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was He who had driven away the daemonic forces in the Warp and shielded the fleet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reports from others poured in. Some claimed they had seen the Emperor with golden wings, some saw a golden sun, or a towering warrior in gleaming golden armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One even said they witnessed a golden Emperor angrily pummeling a weeping she-daemon with a serpent's tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain Librarians described even grander visions or symbols:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the raging tides of the Warp, the daemons sought to capsize the Imperial vessels and consume the souls within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But golden angels, radiant saints, and countless golden walls rose to hold back the corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RUMBLE—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman walked to a viewing port in the sanctum and retracted its armored cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw something remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the chaotic Warp, a radiant golden road stretched out before the fleet, lighting their path forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their father had dispelled the daemons barring their way—allowing the fleet to press on toward Baal and toward Brother Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This revelation brought both relief and concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This event—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had shown the fleet far too many miraculous signs, shattering the secular, atheistic creed Guilliman had worked so hard to instill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea how to undo this spiritual reversal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You always hated being seen as a god… So why summon such confusing illusions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden were here, he would've explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were not deliberate acts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were side effects—created unconsciously when one harnessed faith-based power, causing followers to perceive various visions of the object of their worship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short—it was the Warp's fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This realm of metaphysics defied science and always influenced the human psyche.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent set aside the matter temporarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were more pressing concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the daemonic interference, the fleet had veered far off course and become lost in the depths of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their arrival at Baal was severely delayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Indomitus reinforcement fleet regrouped the ships scattered by the shockwave, adjusted course as one, and followed the path marked by the golden light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continuing toward the Baal system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time that Guilliman led his fleet to Baal…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra had received word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After deliberation, the High Lords of Terra issued astropathic messages to every reachable Space Marine Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They urged them to dispatch forces to aid in the Battle of Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a desperate measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous war in the Morrigar system had exhausted all nearby mortal regiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At present, only the Space Marine Chapters had the mobility to operate within the Dark Side or to pierce the Tyranid Shadow in the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to the Regent and the High Lords' call—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many able Chapters sent reinforcements to Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal System, Nearby Region\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Void Space\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battered warship bearing faded green colors slowly came to a halt, its Chapter insignia—a star—flickering under the nearby sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the battle barge of the Sons of the People Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the vessel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wanted poster was nailed to the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It depicted a helmetless Space Marine, grinning with a slightly chubby face, holding two bottles of red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only image captured by monitoring equipment at the scene of the crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the poster—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brazen Space Marine was named Three Barrels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had many nicknames, such as The Shame of the Imperium, Great Heretic, The Glutton Who Visited the Mess Hall Eight Times a Day, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life was nothing short of legendary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to a certain equally shameless collector, Trazyn the Infinite—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels had been born near the outer walls of the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father had served a long term in the Astra Militarum and survived, then—due to a paperwork mix-up with the son of a high-ranking official—Three Barrels' family was promoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They became minor clerks within the Imperial Palace, rising from poverty to elite bureaucratic status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels himself had extraordinary luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 14, he accidentally wandered into a Warp-tainted brothel run by Genestealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was kicked out for not having money—but by sheer fortune, the Inquisition raided the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately reported the brothel, triggering a fierce battle, and in a moment of heated desperation, picked up a meltagun and killed a Genestealer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saved an Inquisitor's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feat caught the eye of a Chapter serf, who recommended him to a Space Marine Chapter he refuses to name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, he underwent gene-seed implantation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even awakened psychic powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His immense psychic potential excited the Chapter Librarians. They even predicted he might become Chief Librarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But over more than a decade, the only thing he learned to do was form a powerful psychic barrier to protect himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All hopes were dashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to his insatiable appetite and bad influence on others, he constantly caused absurd incidents—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the point where the Chapter refused to even mention his name and excluded him from all combat operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They essentially left him to fend for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This, in itself, was an act of mercy—he hadn't been executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels did have moments of merit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one battle, in a fit of rage, he unleashed psychic energy that saved an entire lunar-class cruiser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He preserved a fragment of a precious STC, revered by the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This earned him lavish rewards from the Tech-priests and a grandiose title—The Human Void Shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered through the Imperium, interacting with various Chapters—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the Space Wolves, Salamanders, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even clung to the Salamanders for four years, joining their wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally returned to his home Chapter's monastery—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He discovered, tragically, that he was the last surviving member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his battle-brothers had perished in a war against the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Chapter was now extinct, with no assets remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This drove him to sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But later, he resolved to rebuild his Chapter according to the Codex Astartes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To restore its former glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to his infamous reputation, he was forbidden from using the original Chapter's name, lest he desecrate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose a new name: Sons of the People.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reforming the Chapter, he tried to train new Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most of the time, they were destitute and unsupported by the Departmento Munitorum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resorted to \"creative\" survival methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such as:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repainting their power armor to resemble Salamanders equipment and selling it on the black market at premium prices\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selling looted Ork trinkets to planetary governors, then blackmailing them by threatening to report their possession of xeno artifacts\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claiming an STC was discovered and luring multiple Mechanicus sects into a warzone, only for them to find it produced silicone heretical idols\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These actions triggered an Inquisition investigation—yet yielded no results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most recently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels had infiltrated the vault of a High Lord and stolen a fortune's worth of rare red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he had gone too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lord issued a warrant for his arrest, seeking severe punishment for this infamous Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels and his men had already fled in their decrepit warship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they could not escape the Inquisition forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was Inquisitor Greyfax—the mad legend herself—who pursued them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally intercepted him in the Dark Side of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greyfax's masterwork bolt crossbow was pressed to Three Barrels' forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, an Inquisitorial cruiser had locked weapons onto their crumbling vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady Greyfax… may I finish this glass of wine first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels held the precious red wine with tears in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, his battle-brothers hurried to down the remaining wine, fearing it would be wasted in the coming clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been dirt poor for years and couldn't bear to lose the taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greyfax's bolt shattered the wineglass, spilling the vintage all over Three Barrels' face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't resist. Nor did he lash out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Partly because the Inquisition ship had them in its sights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also because he would never betray the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he dabbled in gray areas, his heart was ever loyal to the Throne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greyfax sneered coldly and delivered the sentence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were to be deployed to Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fight against the Tyranid swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not allowed to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would fight to the last—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or until the war was won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were it not for the desperate need at Baal, they would have faced much worse punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Barrels and his men accepted the verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This didn't mean they admitted guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just meant Baal needed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of the People battle barge took off again—heading for the Baal system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Dreamweaver, Savior's Sanctum\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No signal? Are we inside a Warp turbulence zone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden used a specialized psychic relay to try contacting the Regent, intending to coordinate their arrival time and plan the defense of Baal against Leviathan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could not reach Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed a massive Warp fluctuation…\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>",2928,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","3df78f846fbf6f583412f085751c2882d38b89a10a5eae48c0a3ac82ac8b3bc4","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-339","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-337",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]