[{"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-399":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},1681273,2147,"Chapter 399 400: Abaddon – It’s All Gone!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-399",399,"\u003Cp>\"My lord, a-according to the ship's positioning data… this is the location of our Legion's base…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand Sons adjutant spoke with a trembling voice after a moment of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is… Savagar?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon still couldn't believe what he was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked into the distance—only empty stardust and silence remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sign of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Reavers and Chaos coalition forces described in the reports were nowhere to be seen. Even the Black Legion's garrison fleet had vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once ever-present, horizon-spanning space fortresses had completely disappeared. Not a single light remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the two massive gate-portals that marked the base's entrance… were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are the people? Where's my gate?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Warmaster was struck by an overwhelming sense of loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine returning home only to find everything gone—not just your furniture, but the very floors, walls, and even the front door ripped out and stolen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could bear such a thing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more so when this was the Black Legion's carefully constructed stronghold—the very foundation of his grand design!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can someone—ANYONE—tell me what the hell happened here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's lips quivered with rage. His fury radiated through the entire observation chamber, even stirring the nearby Warp-tainted energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was far beyond anything they had anticipated. No one dared to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that this was just an illusion—that the Black Legion's base had been temporarily obscured by some anomalous spatial event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which wasn't impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Eye of Terror existed at the boundary of realspace and the Warp. Sometimes, mirages did appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had even been sightings of a golden sun shining down upon a holy Terra within this region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes… this was just a bizarre illusion. It had to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon tried to calm his mind. It was the duty of a ruler to stay composed and rational.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless of what this was, he had to find out what had truly occurred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though this was his own Legion's stronghold, he didn't rush in recklessly. The scene before him was far too unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chaotic region was full of hidden threats—sorcerous warpstorms and deadly catastrophes lurking unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to proceed with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the Omen-class Ark Fleet had been split into seven or eight groups to encircle this area from different directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn't arrived yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this situation, he couldn't afford to let his current fleet fall into danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this truly was some horrific trap laid by the Chaos Reaver using strange powers, then outer support would be essential to break out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Abaddon scorned the Chaos Reaver, he never underestimated him on the battlefield—the Reaver was still a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now, with the Chaos coalition mysteriously absent and his own forces limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the more reason to act with restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing the outer fleet, Abaddon personally led the Omen-class Ark and over a dozen Chaos warships into the stardust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even after entering the field, the surroundings remained utterly empty—no fortresses, no shipyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he finally discovered signs of battle: scattered metal wreckage and drifting corpses of Chaos Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that only made his heart sink further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These corpses and fragments belonged to the Black Legion. The attackers had even stripped the fallen warriors of their armor and harvested their gene-seeds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A truth the Chaos Warmaster refused to believe was now glaringly obvious:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion's stronghold… had been plundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invaders were so greedy that they didn't just steal the space fortresses, shipyards, and forge facilities—they even took scrap from wrecked ships and looted the dead for resources!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant the Black Legion might lose the wealth it had spent millennia accumulating and face utter destitution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was even worse than when he had first retreated to the Eye of Terror after the Siege of Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stared ahead, his obsidian form trembling with suppressed fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told himself he must remain calm—only then could he handle what came next!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Reaver didn't have enough ships alone to pull off a raid of this magnitude—there must have been other parties involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling suspicion crept into the Chaos Warmaster's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only pray that something had been left behind at the Black Legion's base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the Omen-class Ark advanced deeper…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they found was more emptiness, as though an entire star system had been stripped clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart bled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, deep within the territory…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon spotted the silhouette of a space fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several space fortresses were surrounded by Chaos warships, and faint flashes of battle could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space Fortress Sector\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentch warband Revenge Brotherhood was currently engaged in looting the space fortresses, claiming what they deemed their rightful spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This warband had been founded after the Great Heresy, with Thousand Sons veterans at its core. It boasted nearly a thousand Chaos Space Marines and even more cultists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had even corrupted a Crone World of the Aeldari to use as their homeworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Chaos coalition muster, the Greater Heretics had summoned several Tzeentch-aligned warbands, including the Revenge Brotherhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for them, they were delayed by a Warp storm en route and arrived late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they eventually made it to Savagar and managed to join the plundering of the Black Legion's base. They were awarded the rights to a few peripheral fortresses as compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem? They were too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they started looting, the other Chaos allies had already packed up and fled the crime scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Revenge Brotherhood grew increasingly desperate, yet they couldn't bear to abandon the riches before them. These few fortresses alone were enough to fuel their ambitions for centuries!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After surviving several incidents—including a machine-spirit revolt and a munitions explosion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They finally breached the fortresses and shut down their defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface of the space fortress, Tzeentchian Chaos Marines cheerfully draped enormous chains over the structures, preparing to drag them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O Great Changer of Ways—what is that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden shout broke out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive abomination of a warship loomed in the sky, its size rivaling that of the fortress itself. The grotesque icon of the Black Legion gleamed ominously on its hull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion had returned!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the Revenge Brotherhood's own nine Chaos warships had already powered up their engines—clearly preparing to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentchian Marines immediately abandoned their work and sprinted toward the landing zone, using their jump packs to cover the kilometer-long distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to run!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But halfway there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their landing craft whooshed away, heading toward the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the f***?! I'm not even on board yet!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted curses, but could only watch as the ships disappeared into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, this was standard practice for Tzeentch-aligned forces—always betraying or being betrayed. Chaos and backstabbing were their favorite pastimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had these Marines boarded first, they would've made the same choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentchian warriors stranded on the surface looked at each other in despair as the monstrous warship barreled toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were finished!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Maybe hiding inside the fortress is our best shot…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Chaos sorcerer in broken armor murmured, \"The Warmaster wouldn't destroy his own wealth. Besides, we might still have a chance to survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's right…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Chaos scholar spoke, the other Chaos warriors suddenly realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could still surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentchian Chaos Marines of the Revenge Brotherhood immediately sprang into action, dousing their armor in corrosive oil to blacken it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would pretend to be Black Legionnaires who resisted the raiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Black Legion was constantly absorbing new recruits from all walks of life. No one would question how they got here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Omen-class Ark\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tzeentch, you f***ing bastard!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stared in disbelief at the Tzeentch warband brazenly looting his fortress. His fury surged to the heavens, and even his iconic topknot practically stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Tzeentch was behind this!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blatant pillaging by this Tzeentch warband was tantamount to cuckoldry for the Despoiler—his composure finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destroy them! Pulverize those meddling bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon lost it, ordering the Omen-class Ark to charge at the fleeing Tzeentchian Chaos fleet. The weapons on the monstrous ship began to power up with devastating energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could even give chase—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Incoming fire struck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several blasts from afar smashed into the Ark's shields, erupting into brilliant flashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One particularly crude blue missile managed to pierce the layered shields and slam into the hull, blowing apart an entire section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the damage was negligible to the monstrous Ark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the throne of machinery—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Greenskin bastards!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon growled upon receiving the report. Orks had breached the Ark's flank via boarding torpedoes but were swiftly exterminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the direction of the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, in the distance, stood a lone fortress and a blue-painted ork flagship. The greenskins were looting the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the earlier salvo had come from that ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blatant provocation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, scouts have located additional greenskin fleets—they're hauling off treasures from our base and have reached the edge of the Savagar system!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand Sons adjutant reported urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orks had taken seven or eight space fortresses and parts of the shipyards—an unimaginable fortune for any faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Abaddon had to choose—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pursue the Tzeentch fleet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or chase the orks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon glanced between the retreating Tzeentchians and the ork fleet laden with his Legion's stolen wealth and made his decision:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pursue the greenskins at full speed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could settle with the Tzeentchians later. For now, the priority was reclaiming what the orks had taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos fleet led by the Omen-class Ark launched into pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the ork flagship panicked and ditched the fortress, fleeing toward the system's edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark's main cannon unleashed a blast of apocalyptic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, bizarrely, the shot missed. It merely grazed the ork flagship's shield and tore through the void in front of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the orks and their fleet did the unthinkable—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They plunged headlong into a raging Warp storm, the kind that would tear most ships apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of warp maelstrom was avoided by everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ark, being a titanic Warp monstrosity, was unafraid of such danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon gave chase—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ork fleet had vanished, likely torn apart by the storm… or worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are these greenskin lunatics insane?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Abaddon could recover from his shock, a new report arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentchian warband, seeing the Ark chase the orks, returned and began dragging off the remaining fortresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the reinforcement fleets arriving from the periphery were too late to stop them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stared into the churning Warp, then gave up the search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fury had reached the breaking point, with nowhere left to vent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swore he would annihilate the Tzeentchians who dared to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Omen-class Ark exited the warp zone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon spotted the Revenge Brotherhood towing away his remaining space fortresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming Abaddon was chasing the orks, they had brazenly returned to steal the fortresses they'd just fought over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for those warriors who blackened their armor to pose as Black Legion members?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were backstabbed by their own comrades, stripped of all valuables, and taken prisoner—naked but alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite accelerating pursuit, the Chaos fleet was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only intercepted half of the Revenge Brotherhood's ships. The rest fled into the Warp with the fortresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether those ships were also betrayed remained unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing was certain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Revenge Brotherhood made an outrageous profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lost a few derelict ships and gained massive space fortresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enraged, Abaddon unleashed hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captured ships were torn apart by the Ark, reduced to molten metal. Not even wreckage remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tzeentchian warriors' souls were absorbed by the Chaos sword and now suffered eternal torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that couldn't quench his wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All raiders… must pay a bloody price!\" Abaddon roared, caught in a berserker frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the information pouring in, he pieced together what had happened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the Chaos factions had betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had looted the Black Legion's base, stripping it of everything amassed over millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of space fortresses, shipyards, foundries, stockpiles, even embryos of new Omen-class Arks—all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one tiny space fortress remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The betrayal of his fellow Chaos allies burned more than the theft itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vowed to ignite a new war within the Eye of Terror, reclaim what was lost, and take revenge on the Chaos Reaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unseen by all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue ork flagship, under the cunning command of the Mekboy Ironsnekk, snuck back into the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Abaddon focused on the Revenge Brotherhood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greenskins seized the last remaining fortress and vanished into the warp storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a finishing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's all gone… EVERYTHING is gone…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon watched as the ork ship disappeared with the final fortress, and his eyes slowly closed in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as though all strength had left him. He collapsed back onto the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty Chaos Warmaster, the Great Despoiler—robbed blind, not even a bitter leaf left to chew on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it had all happened right in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already imagine the rumors, the mocking whispers of countless Chaos entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time… he felt depressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His massive obsidian form slumped in silence on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand Sons adjutant stood frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because just a moment ago, he swore he saw a single tear slip from the Chaos Warmaster's grim face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Perhaps I know too much…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adjutant wished he could gouge out his eyes and erase his memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he dared not move, not even breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood there… pretending to be a wooden statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gallium Forge World\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this neutral trade zone of the Eye of Terror, the atmosphere was wild and festive—like a holiday celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few weeks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many previously destitute Chaos warbands had suddenly struck it rich. They flooded the markets, ordering custom weapons—at least 80% new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formerly half-naked berserkers were now rocking full sets of gear and custom high-yield explosives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black market deals exploded. Space fortresses and ships were being sold in bulk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some minor Chaos warbands, now fully resupplied, used Gallium's warp lanes to flee the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sought greener pastures—or went to the Maelstrom to join Huron Blackheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Mechanical Palace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Mechanicum Queen Karashia stood admiring a provocative portrait of the Devourer on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mysterious being had looted Abaddon and escaped unharmed, injecting a torrent of wealth into Gallium—and into her pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you now…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karashia murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had bought specific Chaos resources at discount prices, even subsidized the trade with her own rare materials…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still hadn't heard back from him.\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>",2497,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","1eea1b495dbe689a7d506efbeecf7324f8881edbeb8abed6356a90e2fa8f9342","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-405","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-404",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]