[{"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-413":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},1681283,2147,"Chapter 413 - 414: Brother, Don’t Shoot! It’s Me!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-413",413,"\u003Cp>Black Abyss, Shipyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood on the observation platform, his gaze falling upon the monstrous Chaos vessel not far away—the Omen Ark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to its sheer enormity, only a sliver of the ship could be seen from the docks, yet it was more than enough to inspire awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ship frame hadn't changed much from before, except now it was adorned with additional Dark Mechanicum constructs and equipped with a colossal cannon—an ancient relic unearthed from the Warp many years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a warship of such scale could support the energy demands of the ancient cannon, capable of annihilating battleships with a single blast, or even shattering planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long until this ship can launch?\" Eden asked, visibly concerned. The Omen Ark was Black Abyss's most formidable weapon—an irreplaceable pillar of its defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're early. The cleanup's not done yet. About half a standard Terran month before we reach final assembly…\" Kaul responded, his back-of-the-head interface plugged into a console.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mechadendrites danced around him, working on more than a dozen floating panels, binary code constantly spilling from his vox-emitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so busy, he didn't even turn to salute the Savior—the Dark Prince himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden could see that most of those panels were fake overlays from the Mechanicus forums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This black-hearted cogboy was slacking off again, trolling message boards and bickering online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had long grown used to his antics and didn't bother to call him out. He just gave a firm order:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Double the cleanup crew. This ship must launch within a week. No negotiation. Or else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul froze for a second, like a machine experiencing a fatal error. All his fake tabs vanished at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he got even busier. Sparks erupted from his mechadendrites as he spewed hundreds of binary commands in mere seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You lazy scrap-heaps better get moving! Final phase starts in one hundred standard Terran hours! Anyone holding us back gets forum-banned—permanently!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cogboy howled over the comms, using a ban from the Mechanicus forums as the ultimate threat to light a fire under the other black-oil adepts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once been left in the rain—now he tore away everyone else's umbrellas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get it done, and there'll be bonus rations,\" Eden said, watching the shipyard spring to life, thoroughly satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the docks, dozens of landing ships soared toward the Omen Ark, disappearing into the colossal vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark, composed of dangerous wreckage stitched together, had been warped by the Warp. Meltdowns, corruption, and xenos infestations had made many sectors lethally hazardous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, it had birthed a fully self-sustaining Chaos ecosystem—like a twisted pocket dimension. Raiders, parasites, and daemons ran rampant within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could fly, every infestation had to be purged to ensure operational safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, Eden had used the ship as a brutal training ground. Every new Terror Warrior had to enter it for live combat drills—clearing out heretics and mutants in squad or platoon-sized operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who excelled received greater rewards and higher command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the clean-up effort was nearly complete. Just a final push remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden had no choice but to accelerate the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was coming—sooner than expected—and in greater numbers than anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy fleet was the Black Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did Eden know this so quickly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they were following a travel route he had personally designed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That flight path was littered with recon posts, and the entire region was under constant surveillance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why Eden had chosen Black Abyss in the first place. Due to the Warp storms surrounding it, only a few safe routes led in or out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the enemy realized the route was a trap, they'd still have no choice but to take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, they'd be forced to blindly wander the maelstrom for years—or even decades—risking annihilation by the Warp's hazards, with no guarantee of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Dreamweaver—an ark-ship from the golden age of Mankind—had taken years to chart a safe course here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be even harder for Chaos fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked over the latest intelligence report and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Laudon's really something. Knew we were short on manpower, so he's delivering it himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was practically a care package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Abyss's booming industry relied heavily on the Grand Ravager's… donations. Much of its construction materials were looted from the Black Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And many of the Terror Warriors had originally been Black Legionnaires, stripped away like fat from a bloated beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, at a time when Eden lacked soldiers, the Black Legion was thoughtfully sending more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talk about generosity in adversity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm~ Might need to thank the guy afterward. Could send a commemorative banner or something...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He half-joked about sending Abaddon a plaque, honoring his selfless contribution to the Terror Legion cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, his expression turned serious once more as he issued operational orders to Black Abyss and its core defense nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jokes aside, defeating the incoming Black Legion fleet wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now in a race against time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Omen Ark couldn't launch in time, the war would devolve into a grueling defense campaign—and the fate of the Terror Legion would be thrown into uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul Engine Core Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden walked through the corridor. Giant runes, crimson chains, ritual altars, and a shrine to Diablo the Destroyer lined his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing scream rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to see a strange daemon bound within brass, gears, and pistons—fused grotesquely into a single twisted entity, endlessly struggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the creature sensed the Dark Prince's gaze, it froze in terror, not daring to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's that?\" Eden asked, pointing to the writhing abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul gave it a disgusted glance. \"By the Machine-Spirit… those miserable abominations. We call them Ferrymen. They're both crew and ship—they are the ship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're aware this thing's shape is bizarre, right? The ship's machine-spirit is practically insane. Even the Machine-Goddess herself had a hard time tuning it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No Cogitator array or human mind can handle this thing. We had no choice but to rely on daemon-host interfaces to keep it running.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are nine thousand such Ferrymen aboard. It took us a hell of a time to wrangle them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at the grotesque daemon. \"Doesn't look very reliable…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They'll fall in line once you seize control of the engine. Remember—they are the ship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm. Can the number be increased?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul instinctively resisted, displeased at any challenge to his design. \"I've calculated it carefully. Nine thousand is optimal. Any more and you'd just be wasting resources.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned slightly. \"Noted. But nine thousand isn't exactly a lucky number.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul hesitated, then realized—he'd missed a chance to squeeze a bigger budget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught up quickly: \"Well… thirteen thousand could work. That's the sacred number, after all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inwardly, he cursed his own weakness. This meant more funding—more Ferrymen to manufacture—more margin for his personal research projects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded approvingly. \"Good. Keep an eye on their loyalty, though. Even Chaos constructs must be designed with faith in mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul grinned, already thinking of the extra budget. \"Absolutely, my Dark Prince. We must always remain faithful… to the Great One.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He avoided invoking the Emperor's name, wisely sidestepping that bit of heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that either of them saw the irony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden arrived at the heart of the hall. A thirty-meter-tall Soul Conduit loomed before him, beneath which lay the Soul Engine of the massive warship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were deeply intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul stopped at a safe distance. \"That's the control nexus. It requires your power to activate. Afterward, this abominable warship will obey your will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't hesitate. He sat upon the Throne of Steel, as serpentine cables shot out like vipers, piercing his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he thought of the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omen Ark's core system… did they use that as a reference during development?Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sudden burst of Warp energy, Eden flooded the cables with dark red corruption, which surged into the Soul Conduit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive structure ignited, and its blazing energy pierced the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Soul Conduit was now a burning beacon in the Immaterium—like an evil version of a miniature Astronomican.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raw Warp energy from Eden's Chaos-flesh could only act as a conduit—it couldn't sustain the Soul Conduit on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he locked onto the dark side of the Little Sun, drawing upon it as a core energy source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of immense Warp power blanketed the entire hall. Within the Soul Conduit, countless dark red, semi-mechanical worm-like tendrils began to form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were called Demonsteel Nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dark constructs spread throughout the ship, digging into its hull, mechanical systems, and operational frameworks—releasing silicon-threaded strands imbued with the properties of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tangled together, weaving themselves into nerve-like synaptic cables of blood and metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Demonsteel Neural Web expanded throughout the vessel, Eden gradually attuned to the abominable warship through these unnatural connections, imprinting his will onto it—enslaving one chaotic machine-spirit after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Ferrymen\"—daemon-crew fused into the ship—were also ensnared. Around them grew twitching limbs, bulging eyes, and drifting filaments—each hypersensitive to the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of these components, guided by the Demonsteel network, linked together and fused with the preconfigured control nexus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, ancient systems began to awaken—weapons based on probability calculus, neutron shields, anti-ballistic teleport cannons, particle lances, quantum communicators, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Systems from various eras across millennia rebooted into functionality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, most of these were completely incompatible with one another—riddled with structural gaps and protocol conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Kaul and his black-oil tech-priests had filled in the gaps with custom modules—turrets, shield generators, comms arrays, even hangars and auxiliary power cores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the central control core, many of these components could run independently without interfering with one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exterior of the abominable warship was also transforming. The taint of the Little Sun's dark side caused further mutation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prow grew a snarling daemon's ram. Along its hull, Chaos-warped flesh, scaled plating, and jagged bone spurs sprouted. Several areas erupted in dark-red daemonfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire warship was evolving—its very form reshaped into something that mirrored the Dark Prince's image and style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is Dark Forging Technology, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Eden was stunned by the scale of what he had wrought. Compared to the Imperium's forging methods, Chaos' dark-side craft was more… direct—and utterly irreversible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed of corruption was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its only drawback: you had to build it first, then corrupt it afterward. A two-step process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, Chaos lacked any true industrial base. They relied on salvaging from the Warp or looting Imperial constructs—everything was secondhand, twisted in post-production.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omen Ark stirred to life, slowly beginning its advance. Its shadow cast a vast pall over the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All who laid eyes on it felt an involuntary chill—a seed of terror taking root in their souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer just a warship—it had been reborn. Eden gave it a new name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would march with the Terror Legion, bringing ruin to their foes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Heart of Terror left the docks, fully loaded with troops and heading into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Command Bridge\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have they arrived yet?\" Eden reclined on the throne, his body riddled with unhealed punctures, visibly drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had burned too much Warp energy in too short a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demonsteel Nerves had taken their toll, and even his Chaos-warped flesh couldn't regenerate fast enough. He felt weak, empty, and vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the world of Chaos, strength must be projected at all times—to suppress unruly warriors or repel would-be assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, the Bio-Sages have arrived!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Thunder Praetorians ushered in a few of the Black Bio-Sages, strange devices floating behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several among them were former members of the Savior's cloning labs—the minds who helped engineer Eden's Chaos-flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they served under the banner of Black Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sages immediately got to work, plugging tubes and infusion lines into the Dark Prince's back, filling him with black fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a specially synthesized Chaos substrate—nutrient-rich and tailored for his mutated physiology. Functionally, it was amniotic fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it coursed through his body, Eden felt revitalized. He rose from the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifting the infusion device with Warp energy, he walked toward the war theater map—a landscape composed of blackened flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glaring red marker stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkdeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vital fortress world of the Terror Legion—and the only corridor leading to Black Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it fell, the enemy could use it as a logistics hub and staging ground to strike directly at Eden's capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That world was now a warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could only pray that Heart of Terror would arrive before things spiraled out of control...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warpstorm Zone: Planet Darkdeth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos warships clashed violently. Sickly green beams and torpedoes covered in festering flesh crossed the void, explosions rocking the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion had the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of warships and escort groups loomed like thunderclouds over the Terror Legion fleet, relentlessly pushing forward and driving them into ever more desperate positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the Black Legion split off elite strike forces to attack the surface of Darkdeth itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their aim: dismantle the planetary defense grids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire defensive line of the Terror Legion teetered on collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flagship Command Bridge\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the hell do we fight back?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryon roared, seething with rage. The current state of the battle was utterly humiliating—unworthy of the Terror Legion's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is all part of the plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sage Rukar, the Legion's strategist, studied the war map calmly, analyzing every fine detail. \"Your time will come—soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You scheming bastards and your nonsense… always spinning lies to deceive us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryon still didn't trust him—after all, Rukar had once served Tzeentch and had tricked him more than once, causing no end of disasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was the past. We've long since renounced the Changer of Ways. Stop stereotyping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rukar spoke confidently, throwing out some new-age vocabulary: \"As Enlightened Sages, our deception is reserved for our enemies. For our comrades, we uphold truth and camaraderie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively polished the triangular all-seeing eye trinket on his chest—its calm, blue radiance shimmering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A symbol of wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among the Sages, the temptation of such trophies was irresistible—they were marks of success, of plans that had borne fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each plan carried out—each scheme achieved—granted both power and satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Rukar noticed a shift in the battlefield. The formations had reached the calculated positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now's the time! Launch the counterattack—it may go even better than expected!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryon's voice thundered over the vox: \"Charge! Boarding action—now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion's Chaos warships surged forward under heavy fire, unleashing boarding claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brutal close-quarters fighting ignited across the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Onboard a Black Legion Warship\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hull ruptured in a blaze of molten steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KILL!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of Terror Warriors charged into the corridor, only to come face to face with three Black Legionnaires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their monstrous armor and honor-marked trappings radiated dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Terror Warriors prepared to strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZZZZT — Power weapons screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Black Legionnaires fell—struck down by one of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BROTHER, DON'T SHOOT! I'M WITH YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surviving Black Legionnaire slapped a recruitment flyer to his chest like it was a medal of honor.\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>",2578,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","4e85a52ed9933dd670acd272f553086819333b6b02f508f0ef122c5eacb6e935","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-414","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-412",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]