[{"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-433":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},1681303,2147,"Chapter 433 - 434: Marla, The Savior Desecrated The Emperor!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-433",433,"\u003Cp>The holy wall of light advanced slowly, illuminating everything in its path. Filthy clouds and swarms of flies were vaporised under its brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many devout believers and warriors bathed in that radiance, unable to stop themselves from praying, praising the sacred sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regent Guilliman's Emperor's Sword burned ever brighter, its flames made even more imposing and divine in the golden light. He sensed something and frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the Primarch of the Ultramarines felt the presence of his father – the Emperor Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not like this feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Guilliman, in the material universe, perceived a divinity. His father, Humanity's Emperor, had become something unrecognisable to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Warp and faith had further altered the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doubt and turmoil stirred within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This son of the Emperor never wished to believe that his father was a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality proved otherwise – no human could possess such unmatched power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman asked himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If a human possessed the full powers of a god, then… would he not be a god?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a question with no certain answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But without a doubt, his view of the Emperor shifted yet again. Perhaps his understanding was flawed after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stared solemnly at the distant foul abominations and asked the Savior gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden, do you think the Emperor is a god?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If He truly becomes a god, losing His human consciousness and ruling humanity with divine will alone… how should we face that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was momentarily stunned. Why did this sound so familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Horus the Dutiful Son had rebelled precisely because Chaos spread rumours that the Emperor was secretly planning to ascend, using humanity and the Primarchs as stepping stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus could not accept that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Guilliman now about to follow in Horus' footsteps and strike at his father?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't impossible. Guilliman was one of the staunchest advocates for human purity among the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor ever became a true threat to humanity, an irreconcilable conflict would surely erupt between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. That can't be true!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head firmly and gave his answer. \"The Emperor is simply far better at wielding the psychic powers of the Warp. He Himself said it – He is not a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let's deal with these Nurgle abominations first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended the topic swiftly to prevent Guilliman from continuing his Emperor-doubting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way. The Emperor still retained a relatively clear consciousness and was fighting for humanity's survival. How could anyone doubt Him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Guilliman, the 'unfilial son'. If he ever died of plague in this war, it would still be the Emperor who rescued him in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Eden himself was the Emperor's most loyal child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AHHH—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nurgle daemons screamed in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those lesser daemons close to the wall of light were reduced to ashes under its holy radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father Nurgle above… what terrifying weapon is this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karama trembled uncontrollably as he faced the incoming tsunami of divine energy. His rotting bones rattled like dry twigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never encountered the Savior or the Cursed Weapons before. He had only heard terrifying rumours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Nurgle's Fifth Favoured One, he believed that with their corruption engines and the Garden's foul blessings, they could withstand any weapon of the Cursed One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was not the Cursed One's true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet upon arrival, he was met with a super-charged divine light. His psychological defences collapsed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This overwhelming holy radiance was to a daemon of Chaos like a scorching, nauseating, lethal tsunami of filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that tsunami was about to drown them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karama tried to flee but found his legs too weak to move. Deep down, he even felt the impulse to surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouldn't have been the vanguard. Ku'gath should have come instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just wanted to return to the Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the Second Lost, a Great Unclean One collapsed in terror, shaking the battlefield with its fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plaguebearers wailed and cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They realised they were about to swim in a sea of ultra-heated dung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire core battlefield fell into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an outside observer, it looked like the Savior and Humanity were inflicting some horrific torture upon the invading Nurgle daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss~ why does this divine light feel stronger than before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realised it was probably due to the sheer number of holy wall defence installations here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To defend Arcus, he had emptied out nearly all his stockpiles, deploying dozens of Prism Towers around the cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With layer upon layer of burning holy walls, the Nurgle daemons stood no chance. There was no need for his warriors to risk themselves at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battle was secure. Time to pop open the champagne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karama and his daemon host were pushed back by the advancing holy walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, they found themselves trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their space for manoeuvre shrank rapidly until they were squeezed tightly together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\" Karama looked at the approaching cursed energies. Its stench nearly suffocated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the sweet air of Nurgle's Garden, these cursed energies were utterly repulsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terror, the Nurgle daemons prayed desperately to the Plague Lord:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plague Father, your children beg for your attention!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The vile Savior seeks our destruction! Grant us your Sevenfold Blessings…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merciful Father, we need a gateway back to the Garden!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Karama, the Fifth Favoured One, prayed after a moment of hesitation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plague Father, your Second Lost, Karama, begs you to reach out with your dark hand and bring us back to your embrace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed their merciful god would never abandon his beloved children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the Garden of Nurgle, the door to the Black House silently opened, revealing a terrifying, blasphemous shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That presence hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intervening risked exposure to the Cursed One's attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon receiving a certain message, it made its decision and acted without delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the Garden's shadow became clearer in the sky. A wave of pure malice radiated forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby warriors felt sudden nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psykers among them clutched their heads in agony, on the brink of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn't good…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched, his heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately ordered his warriors to fire several holy bone-ash grenades into the sky to temporarily dispel the corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the core battlefield had already changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above Karama and the daemons, the spatial rift expanded further. Dense plague mist billowed out – yellow, gelatinous, alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this rancid fog touched the air, clouds of flies erupted, and even microscopic organisms twisted into warped lifeforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the plague mist emanating directly from Nurgle Himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The toxic fog clashed with the holy walls, slowly pushing them back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever the plague fog spread, putrid maggot-rain fell, coating the daemons and swelling their power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Plague!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karama was ecstatic. This was Father Nurgle's Sevenfold Blessing, strengthening his rotting body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would claim this planet for his Father!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With renewed power, he beat his massive wings, sending unnatural winds to carry the plague fog towards the human lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Oh shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt his scalp go numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nurgle daemons had called in backup. Worse, they had direct support from the Plague God Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an enormous expenditure of warp power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a Chaos God intervened directly on the battlefield, the consequences were terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within mere seconds, the terrain around Karama transformed completely. The rocky ground became a foul swamp as warped, bloated plants erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It now looked exactly like the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the corruption was spreading fast. If it reached their lines, all defences would be corroded, and casualties would be catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of battle was turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begone, filth!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman swung the Emperor's Sword, its flame bursting metres ahead as he tried to burn away the approaching plague fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the burned-away miasma was quickly replaced by more. It was endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fall back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, the hatch of a superheavy tank flew open. Several pilots jumped out and ran for their lives to avoid the plague cloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war machine left behind began to emit an eerie, guttural mechanical groan as it was enveloped by the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A corrupted Daemon Engine emerged, its metal hull twisted and fused with living flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several melta missiles streaked in, vaporising the Daemon Engine in a burst of white-hot fusion fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh… I knew I shouldn't have popped champagne mid-battle. Now this is troublesome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden regretted it. Who could've thought the Nurgle daemons would throw honour aside and call in the Plague God for help?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned psychic shields to block the toxic fog, but holes were corroded through instantly. Even conjuring a gale could not disperse this unnatural, conceptual miasma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't stop this plague fog from Father Nurgle Himself, this entire core battlefield would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the seven Plague Arks would descend upon Arcus, corrupting all lands and weaving this planet into Nurgle's rot-infested network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All their efforts so far would be wasted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Eden wasn't without allies. He had already begun calling for reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However… there was no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was sleeping far too deeply this time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is bad. Terrible timing to be napping, old man!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guilliman, hold the line yourself for a moment. I'm going to wake someone up personally!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ceased his attempts and sank into slumber, his consciousness plunging into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coronal flares of the Holy Sun surged endlessly, divine light radiating to the farthest reaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within this supremely sacred domain, an anxious psychic voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old man, wake up! Things have gone south, we need your help!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, manifested as the Little Sun, shouted message after message infused with the urgency of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Holy Sun remained motionless in its sleep, utterly unresponsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the Plague War's devastation, most Imperial territories had suffered disease, famine, and misery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless humans were writhing in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their only solace was their unwavering loyalty and faith – the hope that He would save them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such heavy devotion was nearly crushing the Emperor, Humanity's tireless protector, further compressing what little humanity remained within Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice but to remain in slumber to withstand it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor is sleeping by choice… waking Him won't be easy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden realised this. He felt the crushing weight of faith radiating from the Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that power were his, he'd have already succumbed to corruption and become a Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was all the more reason to wake Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the Emperor had a perfect opportunity to 'talk' with Papa Nurgle and vent some of that burden – while saving Arcus, a critical Plague War front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a win-win-win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can't wait any longer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden took a deep breath and made his decision. Only an external shock could awaken the Emperor now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these years, the Little Sun had grown immensely in faith power and size, becoming sturdy and strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Little Sun moved closer to the Holy Sun, two chubby hands extending from its spherical body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, muscular bulges formed along its arms – the manifestation of conceptual strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old man… don't blame me for this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt a little guilty but clenched the Little Sun's fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time for hesitation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wound up his arm and slammed a mighty punch towards the Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Emperor received His first direct punch since the Horus Heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That filial strike landed heavily on the Holy Sun, sending out violent shockwaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Ultramar burned under plague, this sacred bastion of humanity remained calm, bathed in gentle holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arch-Confessor Doni personally welcomed several Ecclesiarchy Cardinals who had come from across the galaxy to pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith was precious in times of crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Civilised worlds in suffering needed hope and courage more than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Cardinals were here to witness the greatest miracle – the Holy Sun and the Savior – and spread their radiance to faraway systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning on his ornate staff, Doni's aged face glowed with fervour as he gazed upon the colossal hollowed altar structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades ago, the Savior had approached him with cryptic words about 'divine tourism' and building a pilgrimage site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only later did Doni understand: the Savior was constructing a sacred wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A place where people could come closest to the Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it was completed, Doni had, through a psychic channel, glimpsed the sleeping Sun for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unfathomable sanctity left a permanent imprint on his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, that divine sight would once again descend upon their world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the Cardinals, voice steady and powerful:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faithful ones, you are about to witness the greatest miracle of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behold with your own eyes the Holy Sun and our Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unparalleled blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within the Ecclesiarchy, few had ever seen the Holy Sun directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Partly because the Emperor avoided contact with the Ecclesiarchy, refusing to acknowledge their worship.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As choirs sang hymns and cherubim scattered petals, vast divine energies streamed into the altar, activating its machinery and psychic arrays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shimmering portal opened at the altar's centre, golden light spilling out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a projection of the Holy Sun's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doni ended his prayers and led the Cardinals onto the altar to behold this divine sight – the Holy Sun and its Little Sun beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they gazed into the portal, their expressions twisted in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor preserve us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… what blasphemy is this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh God, what is the Savior doing…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror and incomprehension filled their eyes. One Cardinal even fainted on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection displayed a scene so heretical that no loyal soul could comprehend or accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's greatest devotee, the Savior, had taken on a bizarre form and was punching the Holy Sun – attacking the merciful Emperor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each heavy punch landed with resounding impact, radiating violent flashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… my Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doni's worldview nearly collapsed. He could barely hold onto his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't understand what he was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next moment, the Holy Sun pulsed, triggering an emergency failsafe. The portal severed instantly, cutting off the horrifying vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her… heresy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Cardinal shouted in fury. \"This is blasphemy! How could the Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, it is heresy indeed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doni quickly cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could never leak out. It would destroy the Ecclesiarchy and the Savior's reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't believe the Savior would betray the Emperor. There must be some hidden reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered the guards sternly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Call the Inquisition immediately. There is heresy here that has desecrated the Emperor and the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, they needed to control these Cardinals and handle it discreetly later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hawk-like gaze fell upon the Cardinals:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have all witnessed this divine vision. Yet some dare utter heretical slander to defile the Emperor and the Savior. Unforgivable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cardinals were dumbfounded. \"Emperor, have we become heretics?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arcus Cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of flames filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regent Guilliman swung the Emperor's Sword with all his might, fending off the plague miasma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's body jolted violently as if struck by a psychic slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes flew open, joy flashing within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd finally woken the Emperor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments ago, the Little Sun's flurry of punches had roused the Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Emperor was somewhat annoyed, given the crisis, He did not rebuke Eden much – only flicking him lightly on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Emperor seemed not only angry but also excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already charging into battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're awake?\" Guilliman panted, slicing through an incoming blow from a Great Unclean One. \"Have you found a way to deal with this plague fog? The line is about to fall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden activated his relic power sword, Glory, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course. I brought dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father Nurgle had torn open a rift to unleash His plague mists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor would enjoy incinerating His filth. Eden wouldn't be surprised if the Emperor burned all the way into Nurgle's Garden this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a second later, he felt a massive tremor. An unparalleled energy surged from the distant holy towers through their conduits towards them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That… that is the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psykers nearby felt its source and erupted in ecstatic shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torrential holy flames burst forth from the Prism Towers, sweeping across the plague fog.\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>",2769,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","f46d34d5ecbee3d49bb3e45263d599fd4d37d0b3256b6c5c0caa07e50a59a72f","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-434","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-432",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]