[{"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-362":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},1681232,2147,"Chapter 362 363 – Hive Mind: Wait… This Whole Thing Was for Me?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-362",362,"\u003Cp>Baal Orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how long the space war had raged on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Macro cannons roared, fire lanced from lance batteries, and torpedoes streaked across the void with burning tails, smashing into Tyranid bioships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walls of Imperial fire clashed against the writhing alien tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though these defensive lines were tight and punishing, some attacks inevitably slipped through, detonating within human fleet sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Void shields twisted under the pressure of living missiles or were outright breached. Tyranid biohunters dashed through bio-plasma fire, launching barbed spikes that tore through ship hulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edges of larger warships, fleshy tendrils clung tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These tentacles, through rhythmic muscular contractions, extruded massive, segmented chitin fangs that latched onto hulls and spewed swarms of metal-eating Tyranid organisms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clung to the ships like barnacles, gnawing at every scrap of adamantium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more living weapons were blasted apart, their fragments—along with gore and biomass—scattered into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even in death, they drifted toward Imperial ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These space-adapted Tyranid organisms expelled gas from their backs, slowly propelling themselves toward the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once there, they would wriggle into every crevice and crawlspace they could find—corrupting, sabotaging, and killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One slimy Tyranid hunter slipped through a breach and into a corridor, tearing apart a startled crewman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior above! These damned bugs just won't stop!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gruff voice bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a roar of bolter fire. The xeno was shredded—but more oozing shapes crept forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, we should be grateful we're still breathing. This is safer than the surface—so long as these bastards don't blow us out of the void.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another added, \"This ship is our lifeline. And our duty, granted by the Savior. So let's stuff these crawling freaks full of bolts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A squad of blue-armored combat troopers stormed in, heavy boots clanking against the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire lit the corridor in a deadly crossfire, cutting down the xenos with brutal efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the Savior's armored kill-teams, sweeping the halls to purge any Tyranid that made it onboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere—in a vast reactor chamber aboard a heavy cruiser—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Golden Sun and the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battle cry rang out as a thunder hammer crackled and smashed through a snarling Tyranid skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A squad of red-armored War Angel Terminators surrounded and eliminated a Hive Tyrant, then doused its corpse in flames to prevent corrosive acid from damaging critical ship systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the power cogitators still ground to a halt—smoke and sparks erupting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader immediately patched into the engineering comms:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maintenance crew, we've got a problem—A34 reactor cluster's dying fast. Might go critical. You'd better get down here yesterday…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he led his squad out, heading toward the next hotspot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some huge thing had breached another section—they could only hope it hadn't done too much damage yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cogitator burst into flames, casting dancing light across the shadowed room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blaze spread rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Magos Rena and her engineering team arrived just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Omnissiah, get those flames OUT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rena snarled, cursing in binary: \"010—Why don't these meatheads just smash the whole place during battle?! That way, we wouldn't have to fix it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensor data poured into her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the damage worsened by even 5%, the entire reactor section would be beyond repair. The ship would lose 20% of its power output.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant a 10% higher chance of the entire ship being destroyed in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rena grimaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At this rate, I've only got a 60% chance of surviving tomorrow…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't ready to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when she was just a Terra-standard month and a half away from earning her rare, collector-grade Omnissiah sigil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd sunk everything into a wildly obscure tech project for that badge—soon, it'd finally bear fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rena touched the two dull sigils already on her chest—standard Mechanicus marks. Soon, she'd forge a brilliant rare sigil to wear as a sanctified relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With it, she could join elite circles, gain access to high-level archives, and earn true recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh… I just hope I survive long enough…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even as the depression crept in, another thought brought her solace:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she did die here, she'd at least be awarded a shiny war-honor Mechanicus badge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a bad legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would make three badges on her grav-marker—not too shabby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… surviving would be better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recorded damage reports into the mech-brain while musing to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire suppression efforts continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move it! It's spreading again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-adepts yanked hoses from the support cart and sprinted toward the flames—now licking three, four meters high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They opened the valves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foam mixture, laced with high-temperature sanctified oils, sprayed across the blaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire snuffed out quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sacred oil that did most of the work—its resonance calmed the angry machine-spirits tormented by fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Signal lights blinked on the engineering crawlers, and speakers chanted soothing binary hymns to the Omnissiah, further pacifying the engines' wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the danger passed, Rena rode her octopus-like mech-drone to the damaged cogitator stack to begin repairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mechadendrites worked fast, clearing debris, welding new components into place, sealing them shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—another tremor shook the ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rena turned toward the source. Through reinforced glass, she could see the cruiser's massive macro-cannon, its muzzle trailing smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrel—half a kilometer long—adjusted angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinding light erupted. The macro-shell fired, slicing through space toward the Tyranid fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It weaved between snarling bioships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive tentacle lashed out, trying to intercept—but missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In silence, the shell soared straight into the gaping maw of a Tyranid Kraken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast exploded from within. Fire burst from its gut, tearing it to gory chunks that scattered into orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But other tentacles reached out, pulling those giant meat-chunks back in—salvaging biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind those tentacles, looming in the starlit void…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous, bone-white shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leviathan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty kilometers long. Nearly five wide. The great void-beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dominated the battlefield—every bioship, every weapon, every strain of Tyranid gene-beast had been spawned from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its value was beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was the Savior's true prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as of now—not a single shot had penetrated its bio-shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every human salvo had been stopped by the Tyranid wall of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its armored chitin, a wound tens of meters long remained—a scar left by Ka'Bandha, the daemon beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of worker organisms toiled to seal it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gut-sacs full of thick organic paste, they oozed it through pipe-like maws onto the wound, layer by layer rebuilding its carapace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once hardened, the material would be strong enough to withstand void-lance strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One small, gaunt worker spent its last drop of glue and scurried back inside, down a muscular tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It needed to refill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Leviathan – Transport Channels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the living behemoth, countless Tyranids scurried about—each on their grim, predetermined task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tunnel walls were lined with soft, grass-like tendrils, gently waving in the subtle airflow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small worker was bumped hard by a larger beast, sent sprawling into a cluster of tendrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It showed no anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the bowels of the void beast Leviathan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worker drone, lowest of the Tyranid castes, possessed neither combat rights nor the concept of war itself. Its genetic chain simply lacked that data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether on the battlefield or deep within the bioship, these drones existed only to serve, to function. To labor in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its only purpose: follow the encoded instructions and keep the living ship operational.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frail little drone scrambled back to its feet after being knocked into a bed of soft, waterweed-like tendrils. With sluggish paddling limbs, it returned to its track, gliding toward the biomass reservoir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the route most familiar to its DNA, one it had traveled back and forth countless times over the centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, something was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the nodal junctions of the tunnel, sharp limbs and tentacles swiped indiscriminately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid Lictors and even wounded Hive Tyrants were hunting worker drones—biting into them with gory fervor, their tendrils dripping with thick red ichor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the drones didn't resist. They didn't even react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as their siblings screamed in agony beside them, they just continued down the memorized paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This behavior was highly irregular. These elite war-forms should have had dedicated biomass feeding zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could only mean one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong with the ecology of the void beast. The internal hierarchy was breaking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little drone was lucky. Though spattered in its siblings' blood, it passed through unharmed—seemingly unaware of the carnage around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reached the biomass pool—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time in its short, unthinking existence, a flicker of uncertainty passed through its neural net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pool… was dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once brimming with nutrient-rich slurry, it now lay empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire chamber reeked of hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Leviathan's Core Chamber—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzrhhhk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bio-arc flashes lit the mind-node array. Psychic currents coursed through linked synapse pods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within one massive spore sac, surrounded by arcane living cables, lay the core of the Hive Mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A withered, ancient beast. Its eyes snapped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its chest heaved. In the depth of its compound eyes—fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ancient intelligence, a relic of the galaxy's predatory past, was afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had struck the Hive Mind with psychological blows far worse than any bio-plasma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind now understood—this entire campaign had been a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the war-torn sectors to the scorched Baal system, the shadow of the Savior had hung over the swarm like a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unyielding. Unrelenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had left a trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its thoughts began to stir:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The losses have become… unacceptable. The tendrils of the Great Devourer must retreat from this cursed domain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biological data streamed in—hunger surging across the swarm, biomass pools evaporating one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In both space and on the ground, the Tyranids were losing. There was no hope of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind gave the order to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It instructed the bioships to contract their lines, regroup, and prepare to withdraw from the Baal system through the warp-fold tunnels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Hive Mind did not feel sorrow over the defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For in truth, this war had not been without gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the long front and even the failed assaults on the central fortress, Lictors had consumed many elite humans—military commanders, tech adepts, even ecclesiarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had even consumed a member of the Savior's own Thunder Custodians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through their minds, the Hive Mind extracted vast amounts of data—information about the Savior's domain, and the Savior himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It learned of their command systems, tactics, doctrines—even rare technologies and philosophical constructs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowledge never before seen in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had digested all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from this nourishment, it would spawn something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranids breed fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the bioships escaped, the Hive Mind would use this precious treasure to nurture a more evolved swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that would be unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the terror of the Tyranids: they learn. They evolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stronger the enemy—the stronger they become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leviathan had once been a mid-tier hive fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after consuming a vast Ork empire, it became one of the greatest threats in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, having tasted the Savior's realm and absorbed its secrets, it would become even more horrific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps,\" the Hive Mind mused, \"I should thank the Savior. He has given me the opportunity to evolve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear in its mind was gone—replaced by anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had catalogued this hatred. It would remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the swarm returned, it would show the Savior the true depth of the Great Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—no one understood the Savior better than it did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the hundreds of absorbed minds, the Thunder Custodian's had been especially valuable—revealing top-secret information about the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind stripped away the fluff—religion, loyalty, emotions—and reconstructed an accurate psychological profile of the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what did it find?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying, cunning, utterly ruthless human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had learned everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it needed only time—to rebuild, to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay calm,\" the Hive Mind told itself. \"Be patient. One day… we'll win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new signal jolted across the array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior has left Baal. He is… approaching the Hive Core?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HISSSSS—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind shrieked. The brain-node array flared. Its organic CPUs overheated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to its analysis, the Savior was hyper-cautious, even timid. He refused to appear unless the odds were overwhelmingly in his favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was exactly what made him so terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armed to the teeth—yet cautious. He always won. Always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—he was coming here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't the Hive Mind's imagination. This was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't just repelling the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had decided—to end it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unthinkable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it been any other human, the Hive Mind would not care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was making a move—everything was already in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could be worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior dared leave his fortress to personally strike… then there was no telling what horrifying tricks he'd prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RETREAT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GET OUT NOW!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It no longer waited for the rest of its fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ordered the Tyranid navigation organism—the Narwhal Bioship—to lead the Leviathan Hive Core into warp compression immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the swarm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expendable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as the Hive Core escaped, the swarm could be reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Narwhal Bioship surged to the front. The surrounding Tyranid ships formed a protective cordon. Its complex organs scanned for an escape point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space began to ripple. A horizontal funnel-shaped rift emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wormhole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single, unimaginably powerful plasma warhead struck the rift—at a perfect, surgical angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KA-KRASH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plasma detonation blazed like a miniature star. The surrounding space twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid ships shrieked as fire engulfed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the light cleared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The jump failed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind stared in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chunks of charred flesh floated in the void. The Narwhal Bioship had capsized, scorched, its innards twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had never seen this weapon before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior… had held something in reserve all along.\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>",2355,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","fdcc1738e00510b875306f2ee0d69a0bc9ce501fef24bd56c53cabd5f4a75680","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-363","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-361",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]