[{"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-390":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},1681260,2147,"Chapter 390 391 – Chaos Marines: Run! The Bandits Are Coming!!!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-390",390,"\u003Cp>The Void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver sailed toward the Ulthwé Craftworld and docked nearby. Soon, a dark-gold landing craft flew toward the Craftworld's orbital port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon receiving the message, Eden hesitated briefly but ultimately decided to head to the Craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a gesture of goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recent years, the Aeldari had been striving to save themselves. Occasionally, they even cooperated with the Imperium. Yvraine had even helped revive the Lord Regent of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed the Ulthwé Aeldari wouldn't be so irrational as to attack him at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an act would provoke the wrath of humanity, resulting in the Craftworld being caught in a pincer assault by both Chaos and Imperial forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he was confident he could retreat safely if necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that only applied to these relatively restrained Craftworld Aeldari—those Puritan-like beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he encountered the dark kin—the Drukhari—he'd rather shoot first than deal with the consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grotesque flagship streaked in yellow and red came barreling into view. The Orks had arrived, forming a three-way standoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infamous warlord Blood-Eye had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-gold landing craft entered the orbital port and flew straight into the interior of the Craftworld, heading for the Path Shrine where the Aeldari Farseers resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the viewing deck—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… These damned xenos know how to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante, fully armed and armored, stood at the Savior's side, muttering in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium of Man had never truly conquered a Craftworld and had little understanding of what lay within. This was his first visit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lifted his gaze. For a moment, he felt as if he'd returned to a planet's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lighting was no different from sunlight. There were self-contained ecosystems—elegant, ornate white cities nestled within forests and rivers, all surrounded by natural biomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These nature zones provided renewable resources and breathable air for the Craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, he could see orbital transport systems and formidable defensive structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human engineering still couldn't replicate this kind of self-contained, planetary-scale ecosystem aboard a spacefaring platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was merely a trade vessel from the height of the ancient Aeldari Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded, sighing in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These Craftworld Aeldari inherited the immense legacy of the ancient Aeldari Empire. Shame they're too superstitious to make real use of it all. All these good things, wasted…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed many areas had fallen into disrepair, buried under layered ruins and wild warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No maintenance, no repurposing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in their prime, the Aeldari Empire had even rivaled the peak of humanity's Golden Age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now? The Craftworld Aeldari inherited relics of that zenith but couldn't even utilize them properly. What a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that humanity was complaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Blood Nebula War, the Imperium had deployed numerous fleets to try and destroy just one Craftworld. They had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This apex technology was too advanced to be broken by brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Craftworld Aeldari could truly master and operate these masterpieces of lost tech, humanity wouldn't stand a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the landing craft neared the Path Shrine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed the surge of psychic energy in the air. These forces moved through circuit-like structures, with countless souls traveling along them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw was the core of the Craftworld's power: the Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it simply—it was a perpetual motion machine fueled by souls, offering endless psychic energy as its power source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far more advanced than the Savior's own warp-siphoning tech back home. His machines were glorified pumps compared to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more astonishing, the Infinity Circuit wasn't just a power generator—it was also a soul archive. It offered guidance to the living and nourishment to Aeldari gods through belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Craftworld Aeldari wore spirit stones. Upon death, their souls would be drawn into those stones, then absorbed into the Infinity Circuit—preventing their consumption by Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Self-sustaining. Self-contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior's domain had such a marvel, wouldn't it be equivalent to a man-made heaven?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His worshippers could die knowing their souls wouldn't be devoured by the Warp, but instead find peace within this construct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint spatial fluctuation drew Eden's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head and saw a familiar black structure rising nearly a kilometer tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small Webway gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Craftworld had its own Webway tunnel, allowing ships and armies to traverse vast distances across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn… What a luxury…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sucked in a breath. Even their cargo ships had Webway access. It was hard to imagine what the Aeldari Empire was like at its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, this Webway gate was small. It looked partially ruined and probably couldn't handle much traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certainly not big enough for warships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what he knew, Aeldari usually traversed the Webway in small units—often on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it now… he wasn't so poor after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched all this unfold inside the Craftworld, practically drooling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could get his hands on one of these Craftworlds, dissect their ancient tech—especially the Infinity Circuit…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't that make him rich beyond measure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was even tempted to abandon the raid plan and just loot the Craftworld Aeldari outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be too dishonorable. And besides, his current fleet likely couldn't take them on. Better to wait until a more hostile Craftworld crossed his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a red object blazing smoke streaked across his field of vision, accompanied by a deafening roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn greenskins!\" Dante clearly wasn't happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since the Orks are here too, we should probably hurry…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden cast a glance at the speeding Ork ship, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inviting these chaotic creatures might cause unexpected trouble. He'd need to stay alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's party reached the Path Shrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand hall was filled with statues of Aeldari gods. Some residual divine power could still be felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the goddess of life—her statue was vivid and lifelike, exuding vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Aeldari likely didn't know… Their goddess was currently suffering in Nurgle's Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had no interest in admiring the statues. He walked straight into the tri-faction meeting room, hoping to finalize the alliance and march on the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari Farseer approached—his forehead adorned with a gemstone, body cloaked in psychic robes, elegant in bearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned on a blade-like staff and spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you propose an alliance—what's your plan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Ork Warlord Blood-Eye also stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Ork was the largest one present. His massive armored body exuded pure menace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-Eye growled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oi heard there's gonna be a big war. Go into the Eye of Terror. And we gotta work with these twiggy beansprouts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You'd better not be lyin'. Or else…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-Eye bellowed, his roar making Aeldari priests tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed pleased by their fear and added, \"As for the alliance—talk to my Smart Boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped aside to reveal a shorter figure, surprisingly well-dressed and cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Farseer… Lord Savi—Savior,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork, clad in a wrinkled formal suit, gave a slight bow, eyes gleaming slyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll be handling the negotiations for Boss Blood-Eye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What the hell?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nearly blurted it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this \"Smart Boss\" was none other than Iron Pry, the envoy he had sent to the Ork Empire months ago to persuade their warlord to join the alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had he succeeded—he'd climbed into their leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people really did shine wherever they went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ork logic wasn't something normal humans could predict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arriving, Iron Pry had dazzled the Orks with his \"wisdom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, he even resolved the infamous \"Big Boss vs. Hairy Boss\" internal feud. No one knew how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably some sort of warped dialectics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an elite graduate of Loyal Sons Academy, Iron Pry had truly learned the trade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few months—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd earned Blood-Eye's full trust, mingled with top Ork brass, and quietly spread conspiracy theories among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even collaborated with Ork \"scholars\" to debate whether the Orks had their own \"Big Boss\" backing it up with mysterious stories and strange coincidences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost had them believing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was very pleased with Iron Pry's performance. He would have to give him more room to shine in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without wasting more time, Eden took control of the negotiations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the alliance's founder and possessed the detailed attack routes and schedules. Besides, two out of the three factions were essentially his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with his eyes closed, he'd walk away with the biggest share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The following negotiations focused on task assignments and division of spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly: 60% for the Savior. The rest split between the Aeldari and Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whatever loot they couldn't use or carry—he'd take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Iron Pry's help, the talks moved swiftly and smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone left satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for who would spearhead the attack? Of course the Ork fleet would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try stopping them—they'd riot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-Eye was pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Pry had earned him the right to lead the charge and decide whether to fight or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Blood-Eye, this was personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forces had once been ravaged by Chaos and forced to flee. Even after rebuilding, his attempts to retaliate had failed due to enemy ambushes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem? No reliable route into the Eye of Terror. Every time he used his \"Lucky Drive\" to locate a Chaos-held planet, they were ambushed before they could strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had become a stain on the Ork Empire's honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the humie shrimp had offered him a chance—he'd never pass it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari Farseer had no objections either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any strike against Chaos in the Eye of Terror aligned with the very purpose of the Ulthwé Aeldari sentinel world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the day the Aeldari reclaimed their ancient homeworlds—this mission would continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the three-way talks concluded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleets of the Savior, the Ulthwé Aeldari, and the Ork warlord Blood-Eye began to gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Craftworld Aeldari did not participate directly in the expedition—their Craftworld was simply too massive and slow-moving. Entering hostile space would make it an easy target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Eden had assembled a massive expeditionary fleet—over a thousand capital ships, plus numerous battle groups—he led the entire force into the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They vanished into the swirling black vortex…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eye of Terror Region\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stars here no longer shone. They were so dim, they might as well have gone out entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roiling, warped storm that was the Eye of Terror dwarfed the other storms of realspace. Enormous, ever-changing forms danced through the dense and murky void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was nothing like the stable galaxy humanity knew. It was a surreal realm where the immaterial and the material interwove—a domain of nightmare. No Astronomican light reached here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surviving Navigator once described his experience in the Eye:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Psychic energy stretches in all directions for light-years, seeping into every inhabited space and mixing with the very air I breathed. I felt like I was drowning in charged foam. Madness swirled around me—I could find no path forward through the labyrinth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To most psykers, the Eye appeared as a vast and kaleidoscopic distortion. Within, all forms—squares, horns, polyhedrons, rotating spheres—formed and collapsed endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything here was multi-dimensional and warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a small recon ship\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh… I'm getting dizzy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden closed his eyes and rubbed his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just attempted wide-range psychic vision and immediately felt like he'd been tossed into a hyper-speed washing machine full of colorful kaleidoscopes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a pleasant feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A less stable psyker would've gone insane on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dialed back the scope and began scanning areas a few light-years away. He saw twisted planets and could even sense the warped, perverted minds on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spotted a planet completely covered in tentacles—almost like a living being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But above all, he saw war. Chaos forces waging brutal campaigns against each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a massive reward or shared purpose, the Chaos warbands couldn't maintain unified campaigns. That was their greatest weakness—chaos itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden felt a surge of malicious intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a heavily mutated Chaos ship—small, but hideously colored in green, pale purple, and blood-red. It looked like a bloated dead fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its prow had coral-like claws, and bright fins extended from its back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ship had spotted Eden's recon vessel—and was approaching with greedy, malicious intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before it could get close, it suddenly froze in place—like it had seen something terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the recon ship loomed a massive, aggressive fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos ship flailed its fins desperately, trying to flee the danger zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Ork warships shrieked forward and tore the thing apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they salvaged the wreckage for anything useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was by order of the Ork Weirdboy and Smart Boss—Iron Pry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd proposed the idea of \"sustainable development,\" a clever scheme to enhance the Ork Empire's war potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the war factories of the Steel Fang clan, Iron Pry was running a full-scale weapons trade with Warlord Blood-Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All approved by Eden himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Orks were based near the Eye of Terror and had been clashing with Chaos for centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supplying them with weapons was effectively reinforcing the Imperium's defenses in the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps… the first step toward infiltration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch. So dangerous out here, and they didn't even upgrade their sensors…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head, pretending to pity the Chaos ship that wandered in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously, a puny little thing like that had the gall to approach him? Even the eight-kilometer-long Warp Kraken-like chaos entities had bolted the moment they saw him coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now the apex predator here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some time later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden finally found the correct route through the chaotic region. He brought up the star map and began marking paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This map of the Eye of Terror included many danger zones:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plague Planet: The Death Guard's base within the Eye—covered in green miasma and oozing volcanoes. A vile and fetid place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zodiarus: A pale blue planet wrapped in ever-shifting warp storms. The domain of a certain Tzeentch-aligned sorcerer lord who had since gone into hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eidolon Warzone: A region centered on the Chaos planet Eidolon—where the Gods of Chaos clash directly. Nearly every world here had been horrifically mutated in eternal war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden skipped over these deadly areas and fixed his eyes on a specific region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fortress world hidden behind a dust nebula, fortified with forges and void bastions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savaagal—the Black Legion's stronghold and the target of the raid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He marked the fastest attack route between his fleet and Savaagal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coalition fleet would sweep through the sector with overwhelming speed, crushing any resistance before Chaos could organize a counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would strike Savaagal hard and fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the route was plotted, Eden ordered the recon vessel to return to the Dreamweaver, guiding the fleet along the correct path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war had begun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden next led the fleet to assault a Chaos warband's planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst blood, fire, and screams, the Chaos world was plundered and reduced to ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coalition swept forward along the route—burning, killing, looting. If a world proved too tough, they bombarded it and moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the names \"Devourer\" and \"Chaos Reaver\" echoed across the sector, sowing fear wherever they went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos World – Cantos\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow of an enormous fleet blanketed the planet. Blazing bombardments lit up the skies. War platforms covered in rotting flesh and eyeballs crashed to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions lit up the dark land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering black figure strode across the ruined ground. The fire and quakes seemed to welcome his arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, a hastily painted black Titan crushed everything beneath its feet, accompanied by the roaring of Orks and the screams of Chaos lifeforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All life on Cantos wailed at his coming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world, once occupied by Tzeentch cultists and the Shardblade Chaos warband, had now been assaulted and pillaged by the Chaos Reavers. It burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything they once did to humanity—was now done to them. But worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the wreckage of a fallen warship—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… you dare strike me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice rasped from behind a warped helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Reaver's face was hidden, but his aura alone froze his attacker in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn you, reaver!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shardblade Chaos Marine wore shattered armor and a damaged power sword—clearly repaired far too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he summoned the courage to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden didn't even lift a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the blow could land, Blood-Eye's Orks swarmed in, mercilessly beating the Chaos Marine into the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! You can't do this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior screamed, \"Lord of Schemes! Look at how your followers are treated! Curse them all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rage came not from death—but from the shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orks didn't grant him a warrior's death. They pinned him down and stripped him of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His weapon was seized, and his armor—along with parts of his twisted flesh—was cut away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared in pain and fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a Chaos Marine, losing their gear was worse than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other Shardblade Marines suffered the same fate. The Chaos Reavers took everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orks cheerfully collected the loot and tied up the prisoners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't kill the \"smelly shrimp\" (as they called them)—because Eden had other plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could be traded for better Ork tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded in satisfaction. These stripped-down Chaos Marines would be held in secret facilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, when the time was right—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Chaos clones would \"rescue\" them, grant them powerful new weapons, armor, and blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gain their loyalty and gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would become the founding members of a new Chaos force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden raised his hand, and the Orks cheerfully dragged the captives aboard their ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them were Blood-Eye's boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet somehow, instinctively, they followed Eden's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This raid followed one clear rule:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smash it. Loot it. Burn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The campaign progressed rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few dozen hours—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The allied forces had captured Chaos Marines, pilots, slaves, weapons, armor, forge materials, and industrial equipment—and returned to space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one final bombardment, the Chaos Reaver fleet left to hunt new prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained was a burning Chaos world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need to pick up the pace…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned as he stared at the Eye of Terror's starmap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the planned raid route had been completed, but news of the attacks was spreading faster than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused on a central hub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gallium—a forge world controlled by the Dark Mechanicum. It housed many Iron Warriors. A vital neutral zone and resupply point within the Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it stood directly in the fleet's path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If resistance there proved too fierce, the delay could be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos forces might unite and launch a counteroffensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that happened—the entire fleet risked total defeat and annihilation…\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>",3136,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","f6d43674a22131711e5e25a0509a9f93d75f920f65e2d52486d140c61e4d8600","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-391","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-389",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]