[{"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-342":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},1681112,2147,"Chapter 342 343: Sharkteeth: I Can't Take This Anymore!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-342",342,"\u003Cp>[1500PS!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the order to dispatch additional supplies, Eden continued listening to Tako's report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's fleet was fully mobilized for Baal, with over a thousand large battleships and even more escort fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly 60,000 Astartes from the Thunderwardens, War Angels, Void Angels, Sons of Mankind, and Xeno Hunters had already arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Storm Group Army had deployed a large armored force, including 300 Redeemer-class Titans, over 2,000 Imperial Knights, and countless heavy vehicles and artillery units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The T'au Empire was also sending more than a hundred large warships and numerous Battlesuit teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Ork Steelfang Tribe, they had mobilized the entire Fort Rogg combat satellite and a host of warships. It was a near-total deployment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain had dispatched not only military forces, but also vast transport fleets and engineering crews to evacuate civilians and construct fortifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If civilians weren't evacuated, they would become biomass stockpiles for the Tyranids once the war began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single person had to be evacuated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the affected area wasn't too large—only three planets in the Baal system, plus six or seven small colonial worlds in nearby systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transport fleets and engineering crews should be able to relocate everything in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, sir,\" Tako reported confidently,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The evacuation project has been running for some time now. We can guarantee it'll be completed before the Tyranids arrive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left-side viewport armor slowly retracted, and the warm glow of the nearby star poured into the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden walked over to the reinforced glass, gazing outside. In the distance was a planet bathed in pale yellow and light green hues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the nearest colony world to Baal, covered in forests and rivers, teeming with biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was highly likely to become a target of the Tyranid hive fleet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making it a critical evacuation zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see the planet's orbit swarming with dark shadows, blotting out the sky with countless massive transport vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The yellow haze below came from construction dust—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of engineering Titans and countless construction machines were working around the clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of engineers alone numbered in the tens of millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded, pleased with Tako's coordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Be sure to take everything. Don't leave the bugs a single scrap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With some time to spare—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evacuation wasn't limited to people. Even plants, animals, rivers, and soil rich in biomass were being extracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were even pumping out the river water and stripping the surface layer of the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deny the Tyranids any nourishment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Savior's domain, being relatively small, could manage this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had a larger empire, they could field an even bigger fleet and move faster than the Tyranid swarm itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In extreme theory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they tracked the hive fleet's targets, they could use the Webway to arrive first and vacuum up all the valuable materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And leave behind a barren rock rigged with Whirlwind torpedoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the bugs starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior's forces were powerful enough to outright destroy the hive fleet, they wouldn't need to go through such measures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This evacuation was simply a necessary compromise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden's forces hadn't intervened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels alone wouldn't have been able to evacuate these systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To counter the approaching Tyranid threat, Dante followed the example of a certain radical Inquisitor and issued Exterminatus orders across multiple star systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carved out a dead zone in the galaxy to isolate the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the colonists saw the Astartes fleet arrive above their worlds, they looked to the heavens in hope— Only to be answered by total annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They died under the hands of the very angels meant to protect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what choice was there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids were coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These colonies were doomed either way—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether by Exterminatus or as fodder for the hive fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just the civilians—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sons of Sanguinius had an equally tragic fate. Many volunteered for hopeless suicide missions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All to buy time against the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such is the cruel reality of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between Chaos and xenos, humanity lived in a constant state of despair and sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial soldiers had long grown used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden's arrival had changed that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devourer's armies brought a different kind of war—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of overwhelming force, encirclement, and sustainable logistics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crushed their enemies—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And got richer in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take the Underworld system, for example—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did they crush the Tyranids and protect the population and resources, they also looted the Necron tombs, gaining precious tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which greatly boosted the Savior's technological development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the upcoming Battle for Baal, the Departmento Militaris and Departmento Civilis had prepared carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't just there to win the war—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were planning the post-war recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their goal was to rebuild Baal even better than before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To improve the lives of its people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The planetary resource evacuation wasn't meaningless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were rare materials. The vegetation, wildlife, purified water, and fertile soil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it would be used to rebuild Baal after the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for the evacuated colonists—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Baal couldn't absorb them, they'd be welcomed into the Savior's domain, where life would be far better than what they had before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching the evacuation for a moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned to Tako.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've seen enough. No need to check the rest. Let's go straight to Baal—Dante's probably growing anxious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Savior,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tako promptly sent launch orders to the captain and continued reporting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Webway Armory's inventory has been tallied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We have about 20,000 suits of power armor with matching gear, nearly a thousand vehicles, and 2,500 freshly delivered Centurion suits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All of it is being loaded now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's expected to arrive at Baal before we do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ensure rapid resupply for Astartes forces—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Departmento Militaris and Departmento Logistics had jointly constructed an Armory Hub in the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This allowed instant deployment of gear and resources via Webway logistics—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Astartes could fight without hesitation, knowing they'd be resupplied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Storm Group Army armory was also under construction—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to its sheer size, it would take another year to year and a half to complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building warehouses in the Webway required addressing countless factors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything from storage stability to spatial hazards had to be accounted for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Holy Towers were complete, all those issues would be solved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current batch was the latest model—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-consumption types, built for maximum scale and output.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden believed the Emperor would be thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd absolutely love these machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Towers would draw massive energy from the Golden Sun, releasing endless holy light to bless the surrounding regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in this sacred light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only would the stored weapons and gear avoid Warp corruption—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd be enhanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All weapons and vehicles produced in the Savior's domain were psychically blessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After rolling off the psionic automation assembly lines, their machine spirits would be indoctrinated by the Cult Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd be placed beneath the Golden Sun, where they would be blessed by sacred light and Savior hymns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after 13 days of exposure would they be anointed with holy oils and officially packed for distribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every weapon and vehicle from the Savior's forge world was a potential relic—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true guarantee of quality in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Logistics are moving fast…\" Eden nodded, pleased with the speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This way—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he arrived at Baal, he could immediately distribute gear to the Blood Angels and supporting Chapters—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giving them time to adapt to the new equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The viewport armor began lowering again, sealing the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the Dreamweaver was about to enter the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tako respectfully saluted and quietly withdrew, knowing the Savior was preparing to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stretched lazily and walked through a side corridor into the micro-garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place had an environment no less pleasant than that of a full-blown paradise world, complete with lighting identical to real sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't like the feeling of traveling through the Warp, so this was the perfect moment to take a nap under the shade of a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere in the void—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Warp tunnel appeared, swirling with deep violet arcs of electricity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver slowly approached the tunnel, and in a flash, vanished from realspace…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby Sector\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old cruiser emerged from the Warp, creaking and groaning from the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Tyrant-class cruiser from the Age of Apostasy, about three kilometers long, its hull bearing the grim white symbol of a snarling shark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That insignia marked the ship's name—White Maw, one of the most treasured possessions of the Carcharodons (Sharkteeth) Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Carcharodons were a fleet-based Astartes Chapter, fiercely loyal to the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And notoriously savage and brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what they were best known for…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was being dirt poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Carcharodons owed allegiance to no Primarch, took no orders from the High Lords of Terra, and acknowledged only the Emperor Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ideological independence meant they received zero funding or logistical support from the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even less than the infamous Sons of Mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put the two of them together, and they'd probably collapse in each other's arms in tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of many historical and political reasons, the Carcharodons had lived in a state of exile for over ten millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They operated primarily in the outer edges of Imperial space, hunting down any enemy of mankind they encountered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But aside from purging xenos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their real priority was gathering resources to \"keep the lights on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, they practiced \"Grey Tax\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recovering tech relics from wild space and bartering them with the Adeptus Mechanicus in exchange for gear and ammunition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tech-Priests always lowballed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Carcharodons had no choice. The gear was vital, and only the oily Priests were willing to trade for such \"scrap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemies were another kind of resource.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then strip their gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New recruits and serfs came from the \"Red Tax\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which essentially meant snatching up children from whatever planet they happened to be near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because of the constant, high-intensity combat and unstable supply chains—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sharkteeth were always running low on equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the point where each bolter was treated as a sacred relic, passed down across generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had been rebuilt so many times over the centuries, they had zero original parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to a Carcharodons warrior—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's still the same relic bolter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether that's true is a philosophical question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they believed it, with absolute conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That a loyalist Astartes Chapter—Emperor's own angels—had fallen this far…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the battle barge's hangar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carcharodon warriors moved carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While fearsome in battle, they treated their gear with reverent care, tiptoeing through corridors so their patchwork armor—spray-painted gray to look unified—wouldn't get scratched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the captain's chamber, Chapter Master Tyberos stood clad in ancient Terminator armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pale skin glowed under the room's lighting, and his pitch-black eyes were fixed on the relic before him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two ancient power fists named \"Hunger\" and \"Thirst.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one was fitted with reverse-hooked power blades and serrated internal cutters, forming truly lethal close-combat weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their craftsmanship and design were so rare that even the Adeptus Mechanicus were left speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weapons were Tyberos' lifeblood—irreplaceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dabbed a cloth in sacred oil and gently polished the fists, carefully tending to each blade and joint with extreme precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caring for one's wargear was a daily ritual among the Carcharodons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also their greatest joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were tender—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one watching would believe this man had personally torn his way through a Tyranid hive ship, slaying every beast within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend said his eyes contained no soul—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only bottomless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some called him a blood-drenched executioner, a silent killer so fast that only shredded corpses marked his passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made it even more terrifying—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the calculated precision with which he fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no berserker rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every kill was surgical—deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But really—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyberos simply didn't want to damage his precious gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faster and cleaner he killed, the less wear and tear on his relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he finished cleaning the fists and wrapped them reverently in oiled cloth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chief Librarian Te Kahurangi stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been waiting politely outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interrupting a Sharkteeth Marine in the middle of gear maintenance was considered very rude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Librarian had come to report the Chapter's finances and recent recoveries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had taken heavy losses lately, and their supply situation was dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, they'd be going into battle shirtless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sharkteeth had petitioned the Imperium for support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which usually went like this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharkteeth: \"Requesting material and manpower aid from Holy Terra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperium: \"The treasury is tight. Tighten your belts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharkteeth: \"Then… please send us a belt…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperium: \"Consider looting one. Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no help to be had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astartes wargear was incredibly expensive, and the High Lords didn't want to fund a Chapter like the Sharkteeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To stay afloat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyberos had even sent the Captain of the 3rd Company and Te Kahurangi himself to meet with renegade Astartes pirates:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ashen Claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arranged a few \"gray-market\" deals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chapter Master, our last expedition into the fringe was very fruitful…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Librarian began the finance report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyberos' lifeless eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the report, they had recovered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A partially functioning void-data conduit (70% operational)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare ship fragment from the Third Dawn Expedition\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the highly valuable Red Talisman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those relics—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were able to barter for:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough bolters to arm a full company\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tons of ammunition\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Land Raider Predators, their silver plating gleaming\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most important of all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six suits of Terminator armor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Granted, the original deal had been for twelve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was already a major win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tech-Priests hadn't even lowballed them too hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Te Kahurangi had spent an entire day overseeing the transfer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking every piece of gear, especially the Terminator suits, to ensure they were flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyberos listened with a broad smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came even better news:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the trade, the 3rd Company Captain accepted a challenge from the Ashen Claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He won three duels in a row—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And brought back a batch of child recruits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was excellent news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Librarian mentioned the Baal deployment. The Tyranids would not be easy prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyberos gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Dante bastard better give me some supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget regular gear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want at least twelve… no, twenty-four Terminator suits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brand new.\"\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>",2453,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","6ec018e6c79d2638ae0dd90c7987d20512b1f90717f5df66a394a486970f2646","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-343","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-341",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]