[{"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-368":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},1681238,2147,"Chapter 368 369: The Custodians—This Is the Savior’s Will!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-368",368,"\u003Cp>Following the Savior's urgent directive, the vast Redeemer Fleet, powerful enough to crush any regional force, mobilized in full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were preparing for a new round of operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All members of the Thunder Guard boarded the Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under the lead of that golden warship, the sky-darkening fleet set course for the doomed region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Istrad, Hive-World\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This yellow-green planet had only recently undergone hive transformation, still retaining patches of vegetation. Yet, the Tyranid shadow had already fallen across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fate grew uncertain, slowly slipping into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orbit\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strike cruiser hovered beside a Black Ship from the Astropathic Choir. Soon after, a small landing craft detached from the cruiser, descending toward the planet's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a clearing within the woods, a squad of White Templars, clad in white power armor with black trim, awaited the arrival. Their captain stood at the forefront, flanked by several battle-brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond them, the distant Hive-City loomed in a haze of pale yellow mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hum of engines grew louder as the landing craft touched down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ramp lowered, and out stepped the Custodians, clad in golden plate, followed by a Silent Sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodian approached the White Templars, towering over them as she examined them with cold scrutiny. A woman's voice, firm and commanding, broke the silence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Tyliss of the Custodians. Where is your Captain Malachai?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the Horus Heresy, the Custodians had remained vigilant of these Astartes who valued glory and brotherhood over loyalty to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They considered the Astartes an unstable element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had every reason to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly half of the Astartes legions had rebelled alongside their Primarchs, falling into corruption and treachery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had suffered grievously because of them, enduring millennia of torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, the Custodians had never shown the Astartes any goodwill, and even spoke ill of the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their eyes, no one—not even the Emperor's sons—could claim greater loyalty than themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, who could have foreseen that even the Emperor's most favored and trusted Warmaster would turn traitor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not the Custodians, then who could the Emperor trust?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Templar sergeant gave a slight bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Zephram, sergeant of the White Templars. Captain Malachai is on orbital defense, securing a world of seven billion souls. It's no easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allow me to report the situation here. Please, follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zephram led the Custodians toward a nearby sanctuary, where a large number of Tithe Grade Eleven psykers were held for transfer to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodians' arrival lifted his spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With the Tyranid fleet less than a week away, your presence here will make a world of difference.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss's response was cold and indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A thousand worlds along the Solar Sector's fringe are preparing for the xenos. This planet is no different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone sent a shiver through Zephram's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This world is one we swore to protect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know your oaths,\" Tyliss replied, entirely unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zephram stopped, facing her directly, his voice serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then… are you here to help us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodian gave no reply. But her silence spoke volumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing his rising anger, Zephram gave a stiff nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After you collect the Tithe, you're just going to abandon us, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a curt bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me. I must return to fortify the lines and protect the people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning on his heel, he led his battle-brothers away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss's gaze lingered on him, her voice growing colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell Malachai to see me. We need to talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her displeasure was evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loyal Astartes would never question the Custodians. Zephram's attitude hinted at seeds of disloyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had there been stricter Custodian Guards present, they might have already subjected him to censure or even trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped Malachai would follow orders—otherwise, the entire White Templars Chapter would require scrutiny and possibly full audit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zephram nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will deliver your message, my lady. The Tithe is yours to collect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss gave him no further attention. She and the Silent Sister continued onward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More pressing matters awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Silent Sister's report, the Tyranid vanguard was drawing closer. Many lives would soon be lost here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sacrifice was the foundation of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her priority was the Tithe—this precious cargo of psykers—ensuring the Black Ship could depart for the Astropathic Choir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon reaching the holding area, the Black Ship's overseer and the escorting unit immediately fell to their knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overseer, voice trembling with excitement, spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We never expected you would come, my lady. Your presence honors us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How many are in this Tithe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss raised a hand, indicating they should rise, and inquired about the psyker count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lady, there are one thousand four hundred and thirty—an exceptional harvest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss gave a satisfied nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin loading them onto the transports immediately. All personnel are to evacuate this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A local official in charge of the Tithe transfer looked uneasy, asking tentatively:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will we be safe? Surely the Tyranids won't reach us, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man's anxiety was plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent Sister signed swiftly in battle-hardened code:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. This world is doomed. Everyone here will die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official, unable to interpret the hand signs, stared in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss glanced at the Silent Sister and answered for her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything is fine. There is nothing to fear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief flooded the man's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's good. With the Custodians here, we'll be safe for sure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss offered no further words, signaling the Black Ship overseer to begin preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, ignorance was a mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Astartes, the Custodians regarded mortals far more kindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortals were fragile, easily broken, their minds weak—corruption among them was an inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any slight shift could turn them into casualties of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These mortals… they deserved pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Astartes, with their iron will and indomitable spirit, had no such excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fall to corruption was a betrayal the Custodians could never accept or forgive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss, despite her sympathy for these mortals, knew their fate was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No rescue, no change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them die in hope—that was the only gift she could give.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Tyliss led the column of psykers toward the transports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the terrain, they had to traverse a short stretch of jungle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a region stalked by Tyranid vanguards, this was no easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she had confidence they could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trouble erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Tyranids drew closer, the shadow of the Hive Mind grew heavier, causing several psykers to clutch their heads and collapse, howling in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss and the escort guards tensed instantly, sensing the imminent attack. The precious Tithe was in grave danger of suffering heavy losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a psyker snapped, breaking into a full sprint toward the dense woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he got far, his body erupted in arcs of warp lightning, dark violet energy engulfing the area within meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer force of the psychic discharge warped space itself, threatening to tear open a rift into the Immaterium, as hints of daemonic energy seeped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the peril of uncontrolled psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they spiraled into full destabilization, they could tear open a gateway between the Materium and the Warp, inviting daemonic incursion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In severe cases, such an event could annihilate an entire planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The escort squad instinctively raised their weapons and fired—but the bullets froze mid-air, trapped by the twisted physical laws within the psychic maelstrom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying, shadowy figure of a daemon flickered into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic gripped the escort team, their minds crumbling in the face of this overwhelming horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation spiraled into disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Tyliss's expression barely changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, this was merely the predictable danger of managing psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a daemon did manifest, she was confident she could handle it—especially with the Silent Sister at her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss glanced at the Silent Sister, signaling her to resolve the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent Sister nodded, bounding forward in swift, practiced strides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had handled such emergencies countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was routine for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, the Silent Sister stepped directly into the warp-charged area—a space so twisted by the psyker's outburst that it could drive mortals mad or even kill them outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as the psychic energies surged toward her, they simply dissolved—like a black hole consuming all light, the raw warp power melted away in her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached the levitating psyker, grabbed him firmly, and the moment their bodies made contact, the psychic storm vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psyker collapsed, disoriented and frightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What… what happened to me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent Sister gave no answer. She flung him behind her like a discarded rag doll, then swiftly drew the blade from her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Tyranid Lictor lunged from the shadows, its scythe-limbs slashing downward, only to be parried by the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer force of the blow drove the slight figure of the Silent Sister into a crouch—she struggled to hold her ground against its might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, another attack came from above, targeting her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent Sister shifted, parrying and redirecting the strike. Using the Tyranid's momentum, she flipped backward, putting distance between herself and the creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she prepared to counterattack, there was a sharp crack—the Tyranid's head exploded, and it crumpled to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodian, at some point, had raised her Guardian Spear, the integrated explosive charge having annihilated the xenos in a single shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire erupted all around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Tyranid creatures swarmed into the area, but the escort team had already established a defensive perimeter, cutting down any that approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These elite mortals of the Imperium, responsible for safeguarding the Tithe, showed no panic at the Tyranid assault. They held firm, their gunfire a wall of steel protecting the precious psykers—the essential fuel for the Astronomican, the very foundation of the Imperium's survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodians moved within the defensive lines, eliminating high-priority targets with precise, lethal strikes—each attack a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Tyranid Lictor burst from the undergrowth, swiftly killing two mortal guards, tearing into their flesh with savage hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining mortals stood paralyzed, staring in horror as the creature's scythe-like limbs swept toward them—completely helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—a blur of motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than the Lictor's strike, a figure appeared in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a blade shearing through alien flesh rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lictor fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the mortal guards realize the figure standing before them. Gratitude and reverence shone in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Custodian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This being radiated overwhelming power—she had slain a Lictor in a single motion, moving so fast the mortals hadn't even seen her blade swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Tyranid warrior hesitated, then lunged at her, swinging its claws in a lethal arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss didn't even bother to parry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a casual swipe, she struck it down—the force of her palm alone obliterated the creature's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then thrust her spear into the dense foliage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Lictor burst out, impaling itself on the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardian Spear's explosive rounds detonated, tearing the xenos apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss moved like a precise, merciless killing machine, eradicating the Tyranids one after another until the immediate area was cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant gunfire still echoed, but that was no longer her concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mission was to secure the Tithe, ensuring the psykers were safely loaded onto the transports—then enforce the Emperor's will upon the White Templars here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched as the escort team secured the psykers, boarding the Black Ship-bound transports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, a Thunderhawk gunship descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From it stepped Malachai, the White Templars' Captain, flanked by several Terminators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached the Custodian without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, he removed his helmet and reported:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Custodian, I am Malachai, Captain of the White Templars. I have come as you requested.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss removed her golden helmet, revealing a hardened, resolute woman's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should know—it was not a request.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do not know what you want from me,\" Malachai replied, his voice tight. \"There's less than a week left before this planet is swallowed whole… and you've already harvested the Tithe, preparing to leave us to face the Tyranids alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss fixed him with a piercing gaze, as though measuring his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will depart within the hour. But before that, one final order must be carried out. I speak as the Emperor's voice—you will obey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malachai's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You refused our request for aid. Now you ask for more?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Istrad is within our protectorate. We have sworn an ancient oath to defend this sacred world, and if need be, we will die here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their recruiting world, their motherworld—home to ancient, hallowed sites, the very symbol of their vows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Templars would fulfill that oath, even at the cost of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss's expression remained cold, almost detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will not fulfill that oath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She activated a simple star map, a holographic sphere displaying the Solar Segmentum and surrounding systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Emperor's decree. We are establishing a cordon of dead worlds across the Solar Segmentum's fringe, a buffer zone to divert the Tyranid swarm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, red markers flared on the map. One by one, planets within the buffer zone vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malachai's gaze fixed on Istrad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It, too, disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened in disbelief, and grief filled his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss's tone was absolute, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will withdraw your Chapter from Istrad. You will abandon your oath to this world and its people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, then delivered the crushing reality—an order that was also a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once your forces are in orbit, you will personally give the command for Exterminatus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command to destroy the very world they had sworn to protect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time for evacuation. No chance of survival for its billions of souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of shock rippled through the White Templars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malachai stared at her, stunned, the grief nearly overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You cannot ask us to do this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss extinguished the star map, her patience wearing thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do not ask. I am the Emperor's voice. I deliver His will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malachai stepped forward, his voice rising in anguish, tinged with desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is an oath we have upheld for three thousand years—our Chapter's honor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss gripped her Guardian Spear tightly, her voice like steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will tolerate no threat to Holy Terra—no matter the blood, the lives, or the honor it costs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her patience was at its end. This was her final warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have heard the Emperor's will, Astartes. You will obey—won't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss believed she had given him more than enough chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he defied her once more, clinging to his so-called honor and brotherhood over loyalty to the Emperor…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Custodians would purge this disloyalty themselves and execute the Emperor's will—no matter the bloodshed it required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped the White Templars would remain pure—steadfast in their loyalty to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malachai, filled with grief and internal conflict, slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Templars could not defy the Custodians—nor could they resist the will of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they refused, the Exterminatus would still be carried out. The death of Istrad and its billions of innocents was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could stop this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the Captain spoke, his voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his words were cut short by an unexpected change—a sudden, reverent hymn filled the air, breaking the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Savior's hymn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This divine melody resounded through the atmosphere, filling hearts with an inexplicable sense of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark-gold Thunderhawk gunship descended at blistering speed, its downdraft scattering dust and sand in a violent storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyliss narrowed her eyes, looking toward the gunship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of warriors stepped forth, clad in dark gold armor, nearly as tall as the Custodians themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their leader, a Shield-Captain, stepped between the Custodian and the Captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He delivered a declaration—one that echoed the Savior's will:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Great Savior, the Primarch of Hope, has claimed this world. It will be protected. It will not be destroyed—under any circumstances.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's voice resonated across the skies, a promise to the people that they would be protected and granted a brighter future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the worlds marked for destruction within the buffer zone had received this promise and blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's light would shine upon the suffering masses and lift them from the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shield-Captain turned to Tyliss and Malachai, his tone resolute:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior's will has been delivered. Your cooperation is expected. This is not a request—it is an order.\"\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>",2775,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","c6e34d353f0b6c68834a3259e44744e5a23f5711a0d818ea6d19347f911a5003","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-369","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-367",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]