[{"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-381":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},1681251,2147,"Chapter 381 382: Abaddon: It's All Set, Go All In!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-381",381,"\u003Cp>The months-long victory celebration on Baal was still in full swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra, Imperial Palace Square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering, kilometers-high holy statue of the Primarch of Hope shone brilliantly, adorned with adamantium and gold—a sight so striking it outshone all the previous Primarch statues in grandeur and sanctity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the statue of the Lord Commander of the Imperium looked dim in comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this was... problematic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This outcome was the result of a series of overlapping accidents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the Primarch of Hope's statue was to be built to the same specifications as the other Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to the enthusiastic involvement of the Ecclesiarch, the Fabricator-General of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, the project became a collaborative effort fraught with contention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each faction insisted on adding elements representing their own institutions to the statue for political leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ecclesiarchy added a crown of adamantium, a holy sunburst halo, and sacred inscriptions on the armor—imbuing it with divine significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Adeptus Mechanicus built internal gearworks and a mechanical pedestal, allowing the statue to move subtly in response to sunlight and wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even secretly embedded high-tier weaponry inside it, designed to activate in emergencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the ever-struggling Astra Militarum, they gritted their teeth and offered some decorative materials to give the statue a more imposing look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the clashes, a begrudging harmony was reached, and construction moved forward steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as the statue neared completion, someone noticed a serious problem:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far larger than any of the others—towering above them, almost condescendingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, it wasn't taller than the Emperor's own statue—otherwise, it would have been outright heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the disparity was grave—it suggested blasphemy and disrespect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they really think the Primarch of Hope was greater than the Emperor's other sons—or even the Lord Commander?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization stunned all parties involved. But who would take it down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ecclesiarchy? The Mechanicus? The Astra Militarum? None of them wanted the blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes? Even less likely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Custodes who had initially proposed the statue in the first place—and they'd already been scolded with a vision from the Emperor Himself, leading to their former Captain-General stepping down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the new Captain-General away on Baal celebrating with the Primarch of Hope, tearing the statue down would be... sacrilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was too late to rebuild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no one willing to bear the consequences, they all pretended not to see the issue. Silence was consent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, under a shared unspoken understanding, construction proceeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day of the celebration...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salutes fired into the sky. Countless airships showered the plaza with confetti and banners of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High Lords, nobles, officials, priests, and Imperial citizens flooded the square for the grand unveiling ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choirs and priests chanted hymns praising the Emperor and the Primarch of Hope, their voices echoing from airborne sermon-casters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were lifted upward, yearning to see the visage of that magnificent being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of airships drew back a colossal curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The statue of the Primarch of Hope slowly emerged before the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, everyone was in awe—awed by his divinity and might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above, the High Lords of Terra watched from their platform, expressions mixed as their eyes drifted toward the officials responsible for the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd all noticed—it was clearly oversized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no one said a word. No one wanted to be the one to spark the controversy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum gave a sheepish chuckle.\"This statue truly captures the majestic bearing of the Primarch of Hope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Flawless,\" he added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ecclesiarch nodded reverently.\"By the Emperor's grace, the Primarch of Hope is the radiant embodiment of His will, a miracle made manifest...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Fabricator-General casually uploaded photos and specs of the statue to the Mechanicum forums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was her masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords and nobles continued to observe, holding their noses while murmuring words of praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them could shake the unease—the sight of that taller-than-any-other statue lingered like a bitter aftertaste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the statue ceremony finally ended, the true revelry began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Victory Celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive projectors broadcasted scenes from Baal—starship flybys, the appearances of the Primarch of Hope and the Lord Commander, and the grand parade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all breathtaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Holy Terra hadn't seen such grandeur in ages—not since Guilliman's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Baal's celebration dwarfed that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Primarchs present. The Custodes. Countless Adeptus Astartes Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the centerpiece—the corpse of a Leviathan Hive Fleet bioship, over thirty kilometers long, dragged to the site by a dozen Imperial warships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had arranged for it to be displayed as a trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draped in the banners of every participating unit, the void-beast's corpse stood as a testament to their victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better, the Savior had stationed artists on its back to perform dramatizations of the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praising the heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some nobles, officials, and citizens even had the chance to board sightseeing ships for a close-up look at the monstrous Tyranid remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though dead, its lingering aura of terror made many tremble—some even collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Savior also arranged for shooting galleries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Civilians could fire shells at the carcass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just a pull of the trigger, they could strike the hated enemy of mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That act alone dissolved much of their fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The celebration stretched across the Baal System, with multiple venues and events lasting for months—billions would take part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unforgettable moment in history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mark of eternal glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chance to stand above the shattered corpse of a monster that had once haunted humanity's nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These images reached Holy Terra too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the time delay and long-distance relays—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with help from the Savior's territories and hundreds of transmissions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footage arrived slightly distorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was enough to shake the people of Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They watched with awe and a hint of envy, wishing they could join the festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To bask in that joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Victory Celebration had dispelled the fear and dread of the Dark Imperium era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It offered humanity a glimpse of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But high on the platform, the High Lords and nobles watching the feed felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra—the throneworld—had been sidelined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of celebration should have been held here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should've been the focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was Baal that took the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some High Lords were deeply displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others—especially those closely aligned with the Savior—grinned in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Particularly the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the Guard was collaborating with the Primarch of Hope and the Savior, their partnership was flourishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had promised them massive supplies—at extremely low prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including brand-new canned meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would ease their logistical burden greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there would be more: weapons, vehicles—all available for a handful of raw ores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practically at giveaway prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for transporting the goods, the Savior had promised to build a massive logistics hub in the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problems would soon be solved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander stared at the statue and sighed in reverence.\"By the Emperor... the Savior is generosity incarnate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp. Deep within the Palace of Pleasure…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DAMN IT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill, venomous shriek echoed through the extravagant, tentacle-filled palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mutated Chaos Daemons covered in breasts and twisted organs cowered outside. Fulgrim, the Fallen Phoenix, had once again gone into a frenzy and smashed his surroundings to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will all fall, every last one of you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim's serpentine body coiled in a corner. A single theatrical tear slid down his cheek, his persona shattered—he was seething with jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared into the last surviving mirror, admiring his twisted beauty even while raging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was furious. Bitter. Humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Savior and Guilliman, his old rival and defeated peer, bask in glory during Baal's grand celebration had wounded him more deeply than any blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never had he, Fulgrim, even at the height of his loyalty to the Imperium, received such reverence and spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, to be outshined in vanity and performance? That cut worse than betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, Slaanesh's gaze had drifted away—from Fulgrim, to those two rivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure pulsed with overwhelming joy, flooding the palace with warped lust and moisture, lashing ecstatic pleasure across the backs of those fortunate enough to serve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the cries of Lucius and N'kari echoed into Fulgrim's hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, once again, left out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim had once again lost favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is all Eden and Guilliman's fault!\" he hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caressing his warped yet still delicate face, Fulgrim's heart festered with venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just wait... I'll craft the most perfect, most divine trap… then I'll destroy you both. I'll tear your beauty apart and make you ugly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly burst from rage imagining Eden's flawless face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he remembered… the virtual recordings the Savior still possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those humiliating videos of his defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim's body trembled. His breath caught. That shame had never left him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If those recordings were ever leaked—he'd become the laughingstock of the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't bear that thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, painful silence, Fulgrim took a breath to calm his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll deal with Guilliman first...\" he muttered hatefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Phoenix whispered with burning malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fungal Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was covered in writhing black mycelium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Fungal Abyss—Mortarion, the Death Lord and fallen Primarch's domain—usually nested within his Chamber of Clocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That eerie chamber shifted locations frequently: sometimes within the Black Citadel of the Plague Planet, sometimes deep in the Rot Nest of Corpse Hollow, and occasionally, it would even manifest within the Warp itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the heart of the abyss, a giant pendulum clock had stopped swinging. Mortarion stood solemnly, one hand resting on the pendulum-weapon known as the Silent Blade, conducting some arcane ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the pendulum, within the bell of the clock, the moaning specter of his mutated adoptive father stared outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Lord of Plagues... this victory is absurd...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion glared into the cauldron of rot before him, thick with disease and memory, as images of the Baal celebration shimmered in its depths. His breathing apparatus hissed sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doubted the validity of the victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how skilled the Savior was, it was inconceivable that he could have secured such a swift and decisive win over the Tyranids—especially alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even under Guilliman's guidance, this level of success was... unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods did not deny the Savior's power—but this victory was unprecedented, nearly inconceivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They struggled to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As such, the entities of Chaos had begun their investigations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior truly was that powerful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he was potentially a greater threat than the Lord Commander. And if that was the case, certain long-laid plans would need to be revised—or perhaps the Savior would need to be eliminated first, before Humanity could be properly broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, due to the massive psychic interference from the Tyranid Hive Mind, both the Warp and realspace had been disrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nearly impossible to directly observe what had actually transpired in the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion had dispatched swarms of fungal plague flies across the Warp and scattered systems, hunting for fragments of truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Warp residue and whispers of the dead, he pieced together a tentative version of events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pointed to a terrifying possibility—Ka'Bandha, Khorne's favored daemon and greatest blood-crazed warrior, had launched an assault on Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And according to whispered rumors...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had clashed violently with the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had even praised the sheer brutality of the daemon army under Ka'Bandha's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were it not for the bloodthirsty onslaught of that Chaos host mowing down swarms of Tyranids, the Savior could never have achieved victory so swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allegedly, a duel between Ka'Bandha and the Savior had been interrupted by the Tyranid assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scattered information painted a plausible picture: Ka'Bandha had attacked Baal, was intercepted by the Hive Fleet, and an all-out battle ensued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon lord crippled the Tyranids—and the Savior seized that opportunity to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-mad legions of Khorne didn't care about friend or foe—they attacked all without hesitation, including themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, this theory was far easier for the other Chaos Lords to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Ka'Bandha's help, Humanity had no hope of defeating the Tyranids alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion believed the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he did not underestimate the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not yet as threatening as Guilliman, the Primarch of Hope had begun to display a sharp edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not to be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Father Nurgle's instructions may need some adjustment,\" Mortarion rasped through cracked, whispering breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sent a psychic summons—to Ku'gath, the Plaguefather's most cherished Great Unclean One, devourer of the mightiest disease ever concocted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mass of tangled mycelial roots formed into the bloated, decaying frame of Ku'gath's temporary body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it, Mortarion?\" Ku'gath grumbled with characteristic gloom. \"I have far too many disease samples to catalog...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eternally depressed voice clashed jarringly with the typical mirth of Nurgle's demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated laughter and celebratory music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in Nurgle's realm, such cheer was inescapable, only deepening his misery—an eternally emo beast of burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion instructed Ku'gath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from preparing a god-killing divine plague for Guilliman, he would now also need to create a new plague specifically for the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made things significantly harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah… how awful...\" Ku'gath visibly slumped, voice thick with resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That means I'll have to spend seven Warp-years, seven months, seven hours, seven minutes, and seven seconds just to find seventy-seven more diseases...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You still have time,\" Mortarion replied coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Scourged Stars campaign is still in preparation. Father Nurgle's great work is only now awakening. Don't you want to contribute more to His cause?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember—you devoured the Father's most perfect plague…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath, once a mere nurgling, had fallen into the Grand Cauldron of Plagues and accidentally consumed the greatest disease Nurgle had ever created.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It transformed him into the most powerful Great Unclean One alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle had been devastated—He would never again be able to replicate that masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, He did not punish Ku'gath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loved him even more, not wanting to sadden his most treasured creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This only made Ku'gath more guilty, more melancholic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with Mortarion's reminder, Ku'gath felt deeply manipulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've torn open my wounds again,\" he sighed. \"Fine. I'll gather the ingredients…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With deep sorrow, the First Favorite of Nurgle vanished from the Fungal Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion cast a final look into the cauldron's images—then extinguished them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy of the Imperium was fleeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Father Nurgle's love would return. His plague-flies would flood system after system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But first, he would wait. He would prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Lord turned and descended deeper into the Fungal Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Scourged Stars would be the beachhead for Nurgle's grand invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's Realm – The Brass Citadel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Brass Throne, a hulking red figure sat in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's wrathful flame burned without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since Ka'Bandha led his army to Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even as humanity now celebrated victory—there was still no sign of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew where he'd gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the hall…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's greater daemons whispered among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Ka'Bandha's failed invasion, his reputation had collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer did the daemons fear him—many even prepared to challenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some declared outright: Ka'Bandha had failed as the First Favorite. He should be punished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others pointed out that Ka'Bandha hadn't won a single major battle in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mockery grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some daemons, still angry at their losses, demanded compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had lent Ka'Bandha entire legions—and now, they were all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Angrath, the former First Favorite, stayed quiet… but cold amusement glittered in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's time was up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he fell, Angrath would reclaim his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Brass Throne, Khorne said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But His fury brewed beneath the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even He seemed displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne could sense that Ka'Bandha remained somewhere in the galaxy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not where.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not doing what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Warp God, even He struggled to pierce the barriers between realities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So He exerted His power to contact Ka'Bandha directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha hung up on Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's rage erupted, flooding the entire realm in searing, blood-colored fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, no one knew where Ka'Bandha was—or what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vigilus System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War raged without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the stars, on every surface, endless battles raged between Imperial forces, Chaos legions, and alien races.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most brutal battlefield in the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VMMMM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon the Despoiler's flagship, the Planet Killer, hovered above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its massive weapons fired—blasting an enemy battleship to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the bridge...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stood tall, encased in black armor. Only his blood-red eyes shone through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his thoughts weren't on Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was focused far away—on Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warmaster of Chaos didn't care for celebrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only cared where Guilliman's fleets were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Guilliman was in the Baal system…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the Indomitus Crusade's First Fleet would be slow to respond to any threats in the Dark Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it responded at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's eyes burned brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would now commit the fleets once reserved to counter Guilliman directly into the war in the Dark Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would send everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To end this fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Perhaps it's time to begin the Fourteenth Black Crusade,\" he thought.\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>",2903,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","f92e37c3c9b0778f405fbc0690d9ab57efe8c3dca2bcbb52b378fe1bedb3dfab","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-382","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-380",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]