[{"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-411":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},1681281,2147,"Chapter 411 - 412: Abaddon: Damn It, This Is a Hostile Recruitment!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-411",411,"\u003Cp>[New Fanfic Is UP!! Uma Musume: Rising From the Countryside to Legend!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne Chaos Champion was pinned underfoot, his gaze fixed on the daemonic power axe above him, feeling the destructive power radiating from the weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn't a single follower of Khorne who could resist such a potent instrument of slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even believed that, were he to wield that weapon, he could turn the tide of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his daze, the Khorne Champion saw something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floating above the power axe was a dark crystal. Its surface was a corrupted black, but its core throbbed with dark red liquid like a beating heart, pulsing with a dim, ominous glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire crystal trembled faintly with every pulse of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coughing up a mouthful of black blood, he struggled to ask, \"What... is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A gift from the Lord of Terror…\" Kryon replied coldly. \"Swallow it, and you will be embraced by His ever-present gaze. You shall have everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was, in truth, an improved version of the Blood Pact Blessing, inspired by the soulstones of the Aeldari. Its form resembled a Soulstone straight out of Diablo, a twisted beauty full of dark, malevolent allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessings of the Chaos Gods were like cruel examinations—full of torment, anguish, and emotional extremes, especially Nurgle's infamous Sevenfold Plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the embodiment of anti-human cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By contrast, the Lord of Terror's blessing was generous to the point of absurdity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All you had to do was swallow the bloodstone—and power would be yours. Instant, unquestionable, with no hidden terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And new recruits to the material universe even received a newcomer bundle: full armor sets, infinite ammunition, luxury dwellings, vehicles, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was desperate for followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods had reigned for countless centuries, dominating the warp and the galaxy with unshakeable foundations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a nascent god—unknown, unnamed—to gain belief and faith was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warp was littered with minor Chaos demigods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were largely forgotten, spreading their cults in isolated backwaters, always one step away from being purged by the Inquisition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, many had no followers at all, surviving like scavengers off loose scraps of warp energy—barely more than cosmic beggars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there were exceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Vashtorr the Arkifane, the Daemon Demigod and Warp-smith, who carved out a niche in tech-cults and grew steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even Vashtorr had to bow and scrape to the Chaos Gods, forging Daemon Engines for them—essentially begging for scraps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for a better day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Diablo—the Dark Side of the Savior, the Lord of Terror—had neither the means nor the desire to grovel. The Chaos Gods would never allow a god of such size and ambition to exist freely. (I rather just use Diablo, sounds way better)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Savior himself would never permit his dark avatar to live off leftovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, if Diablo was to draw in new believers, he had to open his own wallet and offer generous perks—using even more tempting chaos energy to lure converts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, a fledgling god couldn't afford such extravagance. But the dark persona of Diablo had a massive reserve of warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the Devourer's feats in both realspace and the warp, his fame struck fear into daemonkind, and his mutual shilling with Ka'Bandha—the Supreme Bloodthirster—fueled an exponential rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had become impossible to ignore—even the Chaos Gods had taken notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the perfect storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Diablo was leveraging that momentum, alongside the Savior's secret logistical support, to aggressively expand his cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newly-forged bloodstones were incredibly enticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne Champion stared at the trembling bloodstone, and could not suppress the growing urge to devour it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... A warrior of the Blood God does not yield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fool!\" Kryon's boot pressed harder, the champion's bones cracking audibly beneath the weight. \"You crave power yet hesitate—do you truly wish to die here, in disgrace and without honor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look around you. The god you worship has given you nothing. He has already abandoned you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne Champion looked past the bloodstone and saw the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors of terror—equipped with superior weapons and firepower—were reveling in unrestrained slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Blood God's warriors were being struck down one by one, humiliated without even a chance to fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just a matter of gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Marines were more brutal, their flesh stronger, their will to fight more resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell—many of them had once been Khorne's own warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after pledging themselves to the Lord of Terror, they had become physically superior, more powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God... forgive my choice…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With trembling hands, the Khorne Champion grabbed the bloodstone and shoved it into his mouth, forcing it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried to stay loyal—but the Lord of Terror just offered too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AHHHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon swallowing the bloodstone, his restraints shattered. Chaotic energy poured through his veins as the blessing of the Lord of Terror activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed crimson, his body swelled with muscle, and keratinous plating spread across his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the power axe and glared with burning hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DIE!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newly reborn, the Terror Champion roared and swung the axe with ferocious force at Kryon—far more powerful than he had been moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kryon stood firm, unmoving as a mountain, and blocked the blow with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he counterattacked, forcing the champion back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, uninterested in prolonging the fight. \"Brother, you can't beat me dressed in rags. You need better gear…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Kryon sent a command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a drop pod wrapped in twitching black cables slammed into the ground before the new Terror Champion. The pod's shell disintegrated, revealing a suit of terrifying power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryon locked eyes with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is another gift from the Lord of Terror. I accept your challenge—but not now. I'll be waiting in the Black Abyss arena.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There, we will fight before the Lord of Terror and all His warriors—until only one of us stands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the battle still raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drown in fear—your end has come!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror Terminator Broken Horn howled as he charged into enemy lines, his axe reaping carnage with every swing, each cry of agony feeding his ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in pure bliss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since pledging himself to the Lord of Terror, his mind had cleared. He had earned Terminator armor. His glory was restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the thrill of battle—it was stronger than anything he'd felt under Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every kill earned him more chaotic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enemy struck down: rewarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enemy Terminator crushed: even greater rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was constantly bathed in the Lord of Terror's favor—a perfect positive feedback loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was by design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than dumping blessings in one go, Diablo engineered a \"game loop\" of combat and upgrades—like leveling up in a video game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just about melee slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Marines could fight however they pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressive fire. Ambushes. Sniping. Torture. Taunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as it served the war effort—as long as it spread fear—it was rewarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the tiniest terror brought power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every kind of Chaos warrior could find a role under the Lord of Terror. None were excluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a recruitment drive that absorbed the faithful of all gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold fast! Blood for the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's warriors fought valiantly—but it was hopeless. Fear spread. Their will to fight crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they saw the worst possible sight—their Chaos Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had switched sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was happily suiting up in enemy-supplied, deluxe power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're still fighting, and our Champion defects?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defection shattered what was left of their morale. They were surrounded and captured one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even looked at the enemy's gear, tempted to defect themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had all been part of a plan devised by the Terror Legion's strategists—former disciples of Tzeentch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take out the leader. Crush the morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These former schemers of Change had fully adapted to their new collective, reveling in how smoothly their plans now unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their schemes succeeded more often. There were no more backstabbing allies. No more betrayals from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Legion of Terror, everyone had a place. Everyone could maximize their potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war to seize the Blood Scab warband's stronghold was over in just one hour.The M|V@|LE&MPY-R te+am^ wo%rke+d hard on th%i#s cha$p&t.e^r!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion looted everything. What couldn't be taken was destroyed. Prisoners were stripped of weapons and armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, taking with them the prisoners who were willing to convert, the Terror Legion departed the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the remaining captives—they were left naked amidst the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These pitiful souls would serve as living witnesses of the Terror Legion's passage, spreading the Lord of Terror's name far and wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the Terror Legion began to raid over a dozen more Chaos warband strongholds in a similar manner, gradually expanding the number of Terror Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each victory, the names of the Dark Prince, Diablo the Destroyer, and the Lord of Terror spread further, becoming known throughout the Eye of Terror's chaotic dominion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what the Chaos warbands discussed most was… the benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high standards of living in the Terror Legion made Chaos warriors green with envy. Many began to voice discontent, hoping their own factions would start handing out better gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the Terror Legion set its sights on major Chaos powers—but not to attack. They weren't strong enough for that. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, following plans laid out by the Legion's strategists, they started quietly distributing recruitment messages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Legion Territory\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the star dust, only sparse and dim light pierced the gloom. Few orbital fortresses, shipyards, or foundries could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion was still reeling from the last plundering campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the Chaos Warmaster and Great Despoiler Abaddon had recalled many fleets and launched a renewed war to reclaim what was lost…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…he had managed to recover less than a tenth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, morale within the Black Legion's territory had hit rock bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In dark corners, whispers spread. People hid things, terrified of being found out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the most dominant legions in the Eye of Terror now faced a new problem—morale collapse due to poor treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadow Bastion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the deepest point of the fortress's grand hall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! This is malicious recruitment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon roared, crushing a bloodstone in his hand. His braid snapped upright in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tide of immense warp energy burst from his body like a dark tidal wave, raging through the hall. Though invisible, it weighed down on every Chaos creature below his throne like a collapsing sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see just how despicable those bastards can get.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZT~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby device flickered to life, projecting a recruitment holo-ad into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On-screen: a brutal warzone. Civilized worlds burning under a tide of Chaos. Infernal flames rising to the heavens—apocalyptic imagery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the footage, a raspy voice intoned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Great Rift spreads. Our time has come—terror, slaughter, torment, pain—the galaxy howls beneath our feet…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the narration continued, a lone Chaos warrior walked through the war-torn battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, followers of the Chaos Gods butchered humans. Among them, Black Legionnaires could faintly be seen. It was… an idealized vision of chaotic life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But such glory isn't given freely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the battlefield shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of drop pods crashed down. Primaris Astartes emerged, brutally gunning down Chaos warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grey Knights teleported into view, ruthlessly beating under-equipped Black Legionaries. The footage paused dramatically on the Black Legion's banner—then showed it being trampled underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall grew tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Chaos lieutenants clenched their fists. One of the Tzeentchian aides gasped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warmaster, this… this is blasphemy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From atop the throne, Abaddon inhaled deeply, suppressing his mounting fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial forces unleashed devastating sacred weapons—including a soul-burning alchemic psychic bomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to die here—NOOO!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos warrior screamed as his armor burned, engulfed in warp flame, until he knelt and was reduced to a smoldering husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the same raspy voice returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos warrior stepped forward, staring out at the viewers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers… does this look familiar? The Imperium strikes back. Chaos crusades fail—again and again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This scene plays out across the galaxy—even now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed toward the audience:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… might be next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music warped into a triumphant crescendo. The warrior's voice pressed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you lost battles due to lack of weapons, armor, support? Will you die in shame and without honor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's time to choose!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the peak of the music, the visuals changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infernal flames burst skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal, demonic half-statue of Diablo, the Lord of Terror, stared down at the screen. Before him stood a Chaos warrior clad in terrifying Terminator armor—every inch glinting with daemonic craftsmanship and particle effects cranked to maximum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red lenses of his helm flared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prove you have the strength and courage to kill—destroy everything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join the Terror Legion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen exploded into action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With roaring hellfire and deafening music, thousands of terror claws descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Become a Terror Warrior. Claim everything you desire. Become the embodiment of fear and slaughter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footage showed the new 'Terror Marines' massacring foes, routing Imperial forces, cutting down Grey Knights, impaling Chapter chaplains with flags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, Hell Drakes screamed through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, Dreadnoughts charged, Centurions unleashed torrents of fire, Daemon Engines roared, Chaos Titans crushed entire shrines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every frame screamed wealth, power, and dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their enemies weren't just Imperials—xenos, daemons, it didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KILL. EVERYTHING.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will become a legend. The galaxy will burn beneath your feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join the Terror Legion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final scene: a squad of Terror Warriors posed menacingly on an orbital platform, watching as planet after planet succumbed to corruption, until an entire star system was reduced to a fiery apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon could take no more. He smashed the infernal projector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glared at the Chaos commanders gathered below:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well?! What do you think we should do about this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, that so-called \"Terror Legion\" had flooded Black Legion territories with a massive wave of recruitment propaganda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just videos like this—but printed rumors too:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Black Legion is bankrupt, they can't even resupply ammo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Great Despoiler's lost his edge, spending all day with some androgynous warlord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Black Legion vs Terror Legion equipment comparison: sad, really. Our boys can't even get full armor sets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers, the Terror Legion really delivers—I just joined and got full Terminator armor AND a Hell Drake!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These malicious recruitment ads had completely destabilized the Black Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Chaos warriors had secretly taken bloodstones and defected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still—it wasn't just individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Tzeentch-aligned vassal warband even used sorcery to steal a large supply cache, then collectively defected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Chaos leader hesitated and said, \"Perhaps… we too could offer our warriors new gear. From our stockpile—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's gaze snapped to him. The man immediately shut up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn't know was… the \"stockpile\" was already empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The illusion of abundance had been carefully crafted just to keep morale stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, this aggressive recruitment campaign had blown everything apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos warriors had begun questioning the Legion's logistics—complaining about Abaddon's stinginess, demanding weapons and gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It left him stuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's fury only grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn that Terror Legion. What is it they want?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That upstart warband had completely disrupted the Eye of Terror's recruitment system by jacking up expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, warriors realized—you don't have to bring your own ammo to war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of hostile generosity threatened to collapse the entire Chaos ecosystem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resources in the Eye of Terror were already stretched thin. If everyone started demanding full gear sets…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Chaos faction could maintain that kind of logistics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not unless they controlled massive portions of Imperial space and had dark forges set up beyond the Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't happening anytime soon—not while the Regent of the Imperium still drew breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet… if this continued…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion would bleed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon took a deep breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems… we must find them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And crush them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just another newly risen warband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crush them quickly—and the warriors would have no choice but to return to the fold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To follow him and the greater Chaos powers—just like before.\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>",2712,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","7f7e995eb94bcdd161abb1ab901a5d14a69f1a57313a7351a1cd95bade271609","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-412","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-410",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]