[{"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-405":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},1681274,2147,"Chapter 405 406: Savior – My Good Brother, Ka'Bandha","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-405",405,"\u003Cp>Beside the garden, a massive cauldron coated in grime bubbled with thick green sludge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle looked down at the noxious stew with a hint of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pity—his favorite plagueware had been taken by Ku'gath to craft the Godblight. Otherwise, he could've brewed a truly exquisite plague broth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Plague Lord wasn't bothered for long. With a wheezing chuckle, he eagerly resumed his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the cauldron went live pox-rot, rotting worms, corrosive black blood, and virulent purple heat spores. These ingredients merged in the foul broth, releasing sickly green-purple vapors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in the fumes, Nurgle stirred the mix with a rusted iron ladle, gently adding joy and love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague was thus elevated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotflies swarmed toward the aroma, greedily inhaling the bubbling fumes and bloating into massive plague entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurglings crawled out from the folds and sores of Nurgle's rotting flesh, clambering up the cauldron's sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They danced, sang, and performed ridiculous antics along the rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One particularly greedy Nurgling dove in headfirst—eager to feast on the soup—but was gently plucked from the air by a massive hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, you gluttonous little thing…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Papa Nurgle wasn't angry. He tenderly placed the Nurgling back where it came from. \"Decay and disease need time to grow, little one. Patience.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never minded sharing. But this broth wasn't ready just yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cauldron began to boil more fiercely, and the potent plague fumes corroded the garden's sealing vines—now only a thin layer remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn… this could be bad…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden inhaled deeply, trying to suppress his aura as the merry melody echoed from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated this kind of \"joy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Nurgle, brewing plagues was a celebration. But for any sane, living being, it was unbearable torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the medical reports brought back by the hospitaller sisters, Eden had seen what happened when plague struck a civilized world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entire planetary order collapsed, production ceased, and people were covered in necrotic boils—enduring ceaseless agony and itching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fate worse than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, there was no cure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could do nothing but writhe on the ground, groaning, watching family members die one after another in torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some couldn't bear it and ended their own lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some didn't even have the strength to do that—begging others to end their suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To free their souls and let them return to the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the entire population of a planet would die in agony. Only a rare few survived the pain long enough to earn Papa Nurgle's \"blessing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those survivors were twisted and corrupted, reborn as Nurgle's faithful—carrying plague and suffering to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even called it a gift:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Decay claims all. Death spares none. Spread love and eternal life! Rejoice in undeath! Hail Father Plague!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth, it was nothing but the spread of death and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the plague—and why Eden was so desperate to reach the Goddess of Life for knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want to see more planets fall to this horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't want to hear the cries of humans writhing in misery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his plan had hit a snag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle had returned earlier than expected—and came straight to the Life Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That grotesque god now loomed just outside the gate, spreading his twisted love—ready to barge in at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't even want to imagine what would happen if he got caught. Would he be beaten into Chaos soup, or force-fed stew as part of a warm \"family meal\" with Nurgle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it was—it wouldn't be good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few beings in the galaxy could face the Chaos Gods directly and survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet, if his mind was seized, even his cloned Chaos body would be doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soul would be shattered, and he'd lose the precious fragment of tangible life-knowledge he just obtained from the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She too would be locked down more tightly than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without that knowledge, Eden would lose any edge in the coming plague wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one hope—something to distract Nurgle long enough for him to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Eden had planned ahead. He'd buried a massive consecrated ash bomb in the area—designed to create just such a diversion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nurgle had returned too suddenly. He was too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden hadn't dared transmit a signal, lest he give himself away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the pre-set plan couldn't be activated manually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he had one more failsafe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he went too long without sending a signal, the bomb would detonate automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's just hope that fat bastard takes his sweet time…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time crawled by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague crept deeper into the garden. Rotting flesh and fungal growths oozed through the entrance, releasing a nauseating stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was running out of time. The Goddess was about to be discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, heavy footsteps echoed again—Nurgle was returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was coming in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drew a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted the Goddess of Life's back gently, silently signaling her to stay calm—and prepared to fight the Chaos God head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If escape failed, he'd at least get one good punch in before going down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he braced himself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous roar split the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of Khorne's rage exploded into Nurgle's Garden—bloodshed erupting like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaos was instant. Every eye turned toward the intruder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden seized the moment and transmitted the signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a massive explosion boomed from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The consecrated ash bomb had detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the shockwave, a golden sphere—like a holy sun—rose from the edge of Nurgle's Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its radiant heat vaporized swampland instantly, spreading across the shadowy path that led into the Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast vaporized rotting flora and Chaos spawn alike. A bloated Great Unclean One lying nearby wailed in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon's destructive power rivaled that of an atomic bomb. Sadly, Nurgle's Garden was vast—almost without boundary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even such a massive explosion only affected a tiny portion of the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden assault startled Nurgle—his beloved cauldron tipped, plague soup spilling. He forgot all about the invading Khorne daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze locked onto the rising golden sphere birthed by the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden radiance pierced the diseased sky, burning through its yellow mists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CURSED ONE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague Lord bellowed, shaking the entire Garden. The ground trembled. The corrupted flora writhed wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, foul, rotting palm—so large it spanned the horizon—stretched across space. Every pus blister and festering boil clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand plunged into the light. Divine energy ruptured the cysts and sores. Pus fell like waterfalls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the damage was negligible for such a being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle used the hand to scoop up all the Chaos entities in that part of the Garden, relocating them elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his wrath had not abated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued new commands—dispatching more Great Unclean Ones to assist Ku'gath. He wanted the Godblight finished sooner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As revenge, the Plague Wars would begin sooner than planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His beloved rot and bacteria would be unleashed across the stars—especially on the Savior Primarch's domain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, at the Garden's edge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Eden?\"Sample from My Virtual Library Empire—read more on M&VLEMPY&R.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha, mid-rampage, blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bloodstained axe was frozen mid-swing, halfway through another Great Unclean One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait… that guy's here, too?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster stared at the rising golden orb and the enormous festering hand, and for the first time in ages—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He panicked a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the unspoken pact among the Chaos Gods, they were not to directly intervene in battles between their daemonic followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden's intrusion into Nurgle's Garden by force? That was the fault of the incompetent Great Unclean Ones. No one else could be blamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior… the Devourer… he was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could truly hurt Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought made the Bloodthirster visibly uneasy. He quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to locate any trace of the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his battle-honed instincts, he was certain—if that bastard was anywhere nearby, he'd find him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Ka'Bandha turned toward a concealed area—as if guided by a premonition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a figure sprinted across the terrain, monstrous and fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That figure turned its head slightly and gave him a subtle nod—a look of acknowledgement… and thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha blinked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the being's power—and something strangely familiar about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… that wasn't the Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just some other powerful being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dismissive snort, Ka'Bandha turned back to the fight. If it wasn't the Devourer, then it wasn't worth his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A split second of distraction was all it took. The Great Unclean One struck, its rancid mace smashing into Ka'Bandha's head with the force to flatten a superheavy tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all it left behind was a shallow bleeding gash across the Bloodthirster's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WRETCHED COWARD—FEEL MY WRATH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's eyes burned with rage as he returned to the fight, the pain only fueling his fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he was certain the Devourer wasn't nearby—he had nothing left to fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, the Lord of Rage kicked the Great Unclean One down and cleaved its head off in a single, brutal swing of his axe—then mounted the severed head on the trophy rack on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his bloodstained weapon and charged forward once more, leading his daemon horde deeper into the Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as more of Nurgle's Greater Daemons arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's Garden, Outer Perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah! That's my brother! What a perfectly timed assist!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ka'Bandha hadn't gone berserk and drawn Nurgle's attention, Eden probably wouldn't have even had the chance to send his emergency signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let alone escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he sprinted in a serpentine path through the ruined terrain, racing toward the edge of the Eternal Battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd made it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the consecrated ash bomb exploded, he'd already said goodbye to the Goddess of Life, Aisha, and made his retreat. She had erased all traces of his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the timing of the bomb made it pretty clear that the Savior was involved—and he would likely suffer the consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no helping that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he attacked or not, he would always be a primary target of Nurgle's forces—especially once the Plague Wars began in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Why the hell is Ka'Bandha in the Garden anyway? Shouldn't he be off reporting to Khorne and getting punished?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's mind drifted to his old blood-soaked comrade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the disaster at Baal, Ka'Bandha had disappeared—until recently, when he suddenly showed up in the Mists Region and obliterated one of Abaddon's Chaos fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It almost felt like he was tailing Eden. Was he plotting something? Preparing some kind of scheme?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly… he had clearly grown stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden narrowed his eyes slightly. He'd have to look into that when he got back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn't afford to let that one slip through the cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the edge of the Eternal Battlefield came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sweeping, boundless plain teeming with Chaos warbands—stretching into eternity like a swarm of ants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't even begin to guess the scale of this battlefield. Was it the size of a sector? A sub-sector? A segmentum?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or something even larger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this wasn't a flat plane. It was layered—multiple dimensions stacked atop one another, all hosting simultaneous conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the eternal, never-ending war of the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A war that had raged for countless millennia without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the entire Imperium of Man threw all its forces into this pit, it would be nothing but a drop in the ocean—a testament to the power of the Ruinous Powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was also the perfect place to disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless chaos of battle masked everything. No one would notice anything in the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was even said that some human champions had fought here against infinite daemons for centuries, never surrendering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the pressure building behind him, Eden pushed harder—racing into the heart of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel Nurgle's gaze closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague Lord was searching for whoever had dared attack his Garden. That gaze tore through layers of reality, sweeping across space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden lingered even a moment longer, he'd be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the moment Nurgle's sight reached the battlefield—it stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, even the Chaos Gods hesitated to interfere directly in the Eternal Battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should one of them fully descend here, it would herald the End Times—a war from which there would be no retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A final reckoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Chaos Gods were immortal—and cowards. Without certainty of victory, none of them would risk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until then, they would continue to raid the galaxy, steal faith and territory, and grow ever stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Eden stepped into the Eternal Battlefield, he felt himself crossing multiple dimensional thresholds—entering a whole new region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daemon-forged feet struck solid ground again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The land here was a twisted violet hue, and across it raged a battle between corrupted beastmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could make out Slaaneshi beastmen with claws and barbed tongues, and Tzeentchian ones covered in eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spotted him immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't linger. He sprinted toward another rift deeper in the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But against hundreds of thousands of corrupted beastmen, forward momentum was slow—and the bloodshed inevitable…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the obsidian throne of the orbital fortress, a space-rift cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's Chaos-forged body stepped through, covered in blood of every color, marked with countless wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slumped onto the black throne and didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone told the tale of the battles he had just endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To find a way out of the Eternal Battlefield, he had fought through multiple layers—slaughtering uncountable daemonkind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he'd gained a tremendous wealth of combat experience—perhaps more than some Primarchs experienced in a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now understood the horrors of the Eternal Battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, he'd only wandered its outskirts. Had he ventured into the core…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew how many centuries it would've taken to escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or if he'd ever made it out at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the strongest of beings could endure an endless onslaught from such numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos horde was like a crawling tide of ants—endless, ravenous, and filled with terrible champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After recovering a bit, Eden summoned the bio-sages from his clone laboratory to repair and restore his Chaos body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he withdrew his consciousness back into his true self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the Savior's Sanctuary, lying in the miniature garden under the warm rays of the artificial sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stretching slightly, he stood up—and immediately summoned Tarko and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new crisis was upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This war would be more dangerous than any before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefields would be broader. The stakes, higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of humanity's fate hung in the balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Eden would issue the fourth total war directive since the founding of his domain.\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>",2492,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","7a89dc6f72271d47b7c872c76a2567de407dc8f75fed5aaaa5b3bf28f62ceebc","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-400","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-399",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]