[{"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-357":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},1681227,2147,"Chapter 357 358 – Hive Mind, Red-Hot with Rage","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-357",357,"\u003Cp>[500PS!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, alarms echoed across the entire Baal warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing wails sliced through the nerves of Drenin and his comrades like icy blades. Instinctively, they stood, gripping their weapons and assuming alert positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they quickly remembered—without new orders, they were not allowed, nor required, to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days of intensive training and combat drills had reshaped these former Astra Militarum soldiers—now clad in power armor—into disciplined warriors, obedient to the commands of the Storm Group Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin glanced around and noticed that most of the power-armored troops in the mess hall remained seated, calm and steady. Only a few, like himself, had stood on reflex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the ones who stayed seated were veterans of the Storm Group. The rest, like him, were newly integrated Astra Militarum recruits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the cooks in the kitchen didn't flinch. They kept stirring, grilling, and cooking, enveloped in clouds of fragrant steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their job was to cook—until new orders arrived, even the end of the world wouldn't stop the meal prep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's troops and support staff had long internalized the doctrine of absolute obedience, and had cultivated unshakable calm under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people had been raised from childhood within the Savior's domain, where universal education was the standard. Alongside the elite-trainer Loyal Sons Academy, there were countless specialized institutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From vocational tech colleges to logistics academies, each trained countless skilled personnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the Loyal Sons produced elites and leaders, these specialized academies nurtured the essential backbone of society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter where they studied—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All citizens underwent rigorous Savior loyalty education and character screening, which filtered out the weak-willed and unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who remained were unwaveringly loyal and mentally solid. Obedience was etched into their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone understood:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by following orders and doing their part could things run smoothly—and they trusted that others would do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the cooks believed: the Savior would never abandon any life, the Savior's warriors would protect them, and everything was being managed in a rational and orderly way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it was time to retreat, orders would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had accepted the danger before even arriving. Each of them had volunteered for this mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the most loyal and exceptional personnel from each department were even allowed to apply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Savior Codex, every individual's contribution would be rewarded accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they died in battle, their souls would be blessed by the Savior, and their families would receive generous compensation—enough to ensure their children could attend a Loyal Sons Academy affiliate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So their children could rise even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bit embarrassing. Let's sit back down…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Catachan warrior muttered, voice subdued for once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian veteran lowered his readied weapon. \"You're right. We'd better get used to this discipline.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's when they all noticed the legendary Krieg soldier—still sitting, quietly eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Korps trooper had memorized all the Storm Group's codes and conduct—and followed them to the letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's just how the Krieg were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commanders loved them. They never disobeyed, never feared death. If you ordered them to march into hell carrying a melta bomb—they'd do it without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a second's hesitation disqualified you from being a true Krieg trooper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin and the others took one last look around, then sat back down and continued eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No new orders meant they followed old ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless their command network collapsed, they were not permitted independent action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hisss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint alien screeches echoed from outside the mess hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the cooks winced, then calmly donned headphones and took mild psycho-stabilizers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if receiving an update, they pulled out more ingredients and continued cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even amid alarms and xeno shrieks, the mess hall remained calm. Order prevailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the alarms ceased—and a solemn hymn of the Savior's Choir rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing it, everyone immediately adopted a respectful expression and listened intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew this sacred music preceded a message from Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, in a powerful, composed voice, the Savior addressed the entire warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told them: Leviathan had deployed more swarms in an attempt to devour this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war was escalating. Danger was rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he urged everyone—soldiers and support staff alike—not to despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember—we are not alone. We are an unbreakable force. The sword and shield of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We are not prey—we are the hunters. Let our weapons shine in the flesh of our foes. Let our roars echo in their terror!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused briefly, then concluded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take up your courage. Grip your weapons. Go win the final victory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the speech ended, only static from the speakers filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A unanimous cry burst from the hall. Morale surged. The atmosphere visibly lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's eat up—gonna kill more bugs after this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Catachan shoved chunks of meat into his mouth, then spotted something—a servo-skull delivering more food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was extra rations—high-energy supplies. A temporary meal upgrade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked. \"Huh? Extra food? Now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From experience, the Catachan knew: when war escalates, you tighten your belt. Food rations shrink. Sometimes they stop entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either because the supply lines were cut, or just to conserve—it'd be a waste to feed troops who'd die within hours anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, in the old Imperium, Astra Militarum soldiers were expected to die just to delay the enemy a little longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"War's escalating—logistics are keeping pace. Makes sense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin calmly accepted his ration, unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was getting used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This former Conqueror Storm Trooper was beginning to understand the Savior's way of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wealth. Insane wealth. A logistics system bordering on the absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an Apocalypse-tier battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with these conditions? Drenin believed most humans in the galaxy would fight to join the Savior's army—and give their lives for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the hellish misery they came from, this was heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Days Later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sector 2 – Fire Support Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground was littered with shattered metal shards and flesh dust, coated in deadly radiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's nuclear weapons had turned this region into a radiated wasteland for weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This zone had been repeatedly nuked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hisss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As chitinous limbs skittered forward, clouds of radioactive dust swirled into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even radiation couldn't stop the Tyranids. A new avalanche of bio-forms poured from the sky and ground toward the fortress walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden flash of white consumed the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chemical flares blanketed the sky. Thunderous firestorms rolled along the edges of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Artillery clusters locked onto swarm vectors with surgical precision, eliminating as many as possible before they reached the bastions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Tyranids quickly adapted, shifting their tactics. More of them slipped through the fire curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their invasion pattern was refined, evolving constantly amidst the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Savior's artillery evolved faster—and struck back harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each wave was met with swift countermeasures, tailored precisely to break their momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the Tyranids were evolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior's army was never stagnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple institutions—especially the Tyranid Research Institute—had heeded the Savior's call and deployed to the Baal warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numerous bio-scholars worked day and night to analyze Tyranid behaviors and weaknesses, constantly producing fresh intel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These minds, and the knowledge they gathered, were sustaining the war effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sector 2354 – Minor Defense Point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anti-air arrays roared, as bloody spores and bio-pods rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid drop-pods exploded on impact, releasing gore-slicked xenos, pouring from shredded entrails in wave after wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of Tyranids launched an assault on this position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin remained calm—he'd seen this dozens of times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his heavy bolter, loaded up, and pulled the trigger—laying down a steady stream of death on the approaching Hormagaunts and Termagants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the machine gunner of his squad, Drenin's job was simple—shred the small ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, hundreds of armored soldiers joined in, their weapons blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden eruption of firepower flattened the swarm. Artillery and bullets created a moving wall of death, impenetrable and relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Digga Maw burst from the ground with a thunderous crash, swallowing several power-armored soldiers in a single sweep. The Cadian veteran was unfortunately caught within its attack radius—and disappeared into the beast's maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before it could fully devour him, multiple melta beams pierced its hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came from the squad's designated sharpshooters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One lucky soldier even crawled out from the Digga Maw's ruptured innards, drenched in gore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks! If you'd been a second slower, I'd be Tyranid paste!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian veteran wiped the grime from his visor and nodded in gratitude to the Krieg troopers and the other snipers who saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the squad's scanner operator picked something up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint beep-beep-beep echoed in his helmet—the armor's monitoring system had detected something abnormal, and the data lit up on his visor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately broadcast a warning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alert! High-risk unit detected! Bearing 45 degrees, distance approximately 1.5 kilometers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside the warning, he also transmitted an immediate support request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a Hive Tyrant—large and unmistakably lethal—entered visual range. It was far beyond what a power-armored infantry squad could handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any misstep, and they'd be annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cover fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian veteran turned to the towering Catachan heavy among them and barked the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big man responded instantly, raising the launcher mounted on his back and firing a salvo of micro-missiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions peppered the Hive Tyrant, who let out a furious screech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, its thick chitinous armor proved too strong—none of the missiles could penetrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, one missile released a specialized powder, forming a thick smoke cloud that temporarily blinded the beast's sensory organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to buy precious time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Hive Tyrant thundered toward Drenin's squad, support arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Thunderhawk Gunship roared overhead. From its ramp descended several warriors clad in pale yellow power armor—the Angels of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For those we cherish, we die with glory!\" came the thunderous warcry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marakin, clad in luxurious relic armor, led his squad of Terminator-clad veterans straight into the fray. With relentless, saturated firepower, they hammered the Hive Tyrant into submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he drew his master-crafted power weapon, the Spear of Victory, and delivered the killing blow—cleaving the Hive Tyrant's head clean off before purging the remaining Tyranid swarms around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the beast's severed head, Chapter Master Marakin nodded solemnly to the mortal soldiers before him, then turned away, leading his warriors in retreat—leaving behind only his dignified silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Marakin, this campaign against Leviathan might be the most glorious moment in his Chapter's history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even on an Apocalypse-class battlefield, they were fighting effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it might be the easiest war he'd ever fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he wanted to scream:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long live the Savior!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Emperor, this was incredible—the Weepers had never fought a war this well-equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, every deployment had ended in disaster—ambushes, warp storms, or overwhelming enemies left them crippled before they could even fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They barely had a chance to achieve anything before being reduced to a remnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ever since encountering the Savior, their tragic fate had turned around. They'd been armed to the teeth, commanding powerful vessels and devastating weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the true strength of the Weepers could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kill count from this single battle already eclipsed their past campaigns combined!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marakin fired his jump pack and rejoined his Thunderhawk, urging the pilot to rush toward the next combat zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still warriors awaiting the Weepers' salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just about saving lives—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the perfect time to farm glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might never get another chance like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defense Post #2354.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin and the others watched the retreating Angels with awe and reverence in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment passed quickly—another Tyranid roar shattered the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad snapped back into formation, and another round of fighting began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Drenin felt the toll—the creeping exhaustion dulled his movements and thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continued, he'd slip up. And on this battlefield, that meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, a familiar signal crackled over comms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotation orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh squads arrived to reinforce the line, bringing new waves of suppressive fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the position stabilized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin and his squad, like shift workers clocking out, left the frontlines to rest, eat, and recover their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They operated on a strict three-shift rotation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An earth-shaking blast caught Drenin's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few kilometers away, Titan-class God-Machines clashed with Tyranid Bio-Titans, each step rattling the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Titan fell—its destruction triggering a massive explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenin frowned, but remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Bio-Titan's head had already been torn off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new, bone-chilling shriek cut across the battlefield. Something sinister. Wounded. Furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then space itself began to ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny black dot appeared in the sky—like a miniature black hole—sucking in the screeching Tyranids and their surrounding swarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High atop a fortress wall…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Omnissiah. Our research was correct after all…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saru, Archmagos of the Urth Mechanicus, gazed at the anomaly with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had unleashed a forbidden tech relic, creating a localized black hole that completely annihilated a high-priority Tyranid unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof that his research had borne fruit. His team had restored a portion of an ancient, forbidden machine—and even that fragment was enough to earn glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saru immediately uploaded the footage to the Mechanicus Forum, proudly flaunting his success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this post, he'd surely earn a shimmering gold badge, marking him as one of the forum's elite contributors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next time he got into an argument thread? He'd have proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his post, comments from grease-stained Tech-Priests flooded in—praise, envy, awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Saru, his assistant adepts continued scanning the blast site, recording data on the relic's destructive force and environmental effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this Baal campaign, many from the Urth Mechanicus had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As independent scholars, not soldiers. They wielded tech and bioweapons, helping the war effort on their own terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Tech-Heads had come here to experiment—risking their lives in the name of progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those from the Biotech and Weapons Institutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because to them, war was the ultimate testing ground. Especially one of this scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opportunities like this were priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal competition within the Mechanicus had grown intense. Everyone was desperate for first-hand data to get ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors spoke of a senior weapons professor who had brought his students to Baal—for their final projects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Field tests. Real combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only war proves a weapon's worth. Lab results? I don't acknowledge them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of his research projects were extremely dangerous, requiring deep-field operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence… his graduation rate was quite low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most students didn't survive long enough to finish their theses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this campaign, two more had died—sacrificed by their obsession with test results, pushing too deep into the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The professor remained the most sought-after mentor in the Weapons Institute. Applications poured in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All aspiring students wanted to learn under him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were even whispers that Archmagos Kaul himself wanted to come to Baal to test a forbidden prototype he had developed over decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior refused—worried Kaul might accidentally vaporize Baal itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done that sort of thing before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal's battlefields were filled with active Tech-Priests—an enormous boon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them were powerful enough to rival entire legions on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They livestreamed from the front, posting constant updates on Tyranid behavior and battlefield phenomena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massive boost for the Imperium's understanding of the Hive Fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-Priests across the galaxy were itching to join the war. The perfect battleground, filled with data, swarms, protection, and structures galore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, nothing damages terrain more than Apocalypse-tier wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, most were too far away—only a handful arrived in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps during the Savior's next grand campaign—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could tag along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most unique Apocalypse-tier war the Imperium had ever fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thanks to a web of unlikely factors, humanity might actually win. Even capture or destroy Leviathan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could become the most inspiring victory in ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leviathan's other tendrils still ravaged distant worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium remained pessimistic about the Fourth Tyrannic War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terra itself dispatched several recently reactivated Custodian detachments to aid in resistance efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One mission?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To convince planetary authorities to enact Exterminatus, creating massive isolation zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it meant destroying worlds once sworn to Astartes protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leviathan Hive Ship – Central Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SAVIOR!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient insectoid Hive Mind burned with rage—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had gone completely red-hot.\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>",2759,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","27aae8a5a2ad74332c2c46d63c82db5e104364b2d1cccfb32182d1c20f1f6bc3","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-358","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-356",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]