[{"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-437":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},1681307,2147,"Chapter 437 - 438: The Terrifying Godplague — The Final Battle Begins!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-437",437,"\u003Cp>[Do you wanna pick up the fandom of the next fanfics!!? A poll is on P@tr3on for free to everyone that wants to have a chance to choose the next fanfics!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fungal Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gears of the great clock spun rapidly. The remnants of the corrupted network in Ultramar accelerated, as if racing against time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion once again contacted Ku'gath, the First Favoured of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was hoarse and heavy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've already obtained the blood of both Primarchs. When will the Godplague descend upon reality?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year ago, after the failure of the corruption at the core node—Iax, the world representing the sacred number seven—Mortarion was forced to revise the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He secretly chose another world, one obscured and aligned with the sacred number three. In secret, he unleashed a triadic plague upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That world became the factory for Ku'gath's brewing of the Godplague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid drawing attention, many Grand Epidemic Stars were sacrificed, and the whereabouts of key leaders hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was essential to avoid being besieged by the Imperial Regent and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, everything had proceeded smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apparent setbacks were only temporary—or perhaps even deliberate—to protect something far more vital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Godplague was complete...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would kill both Primarchs in one strike, dragging Ultramar and the surrounding worlds into Nurgle's Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be the ultimate victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cough cough cough—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Papa Nurgle, it's so damn damp here... Everything's soaked. Even the firewood's wet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath wheezed, coughing on thick smoke, visibly frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Godplague is nearly finished. A matter of 3 hours, or 3 days—maybe thirty-three days, or three months... The sacred triple principle will decide. But it won't be long. The perfect plague will soon enter this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with absolute certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've obtained the perfect recipe—augmented with triple-fold pestilence ingredients.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It can kill a Primarch. Kill any of the sons of the Accursed One. Even you, my dear Lord of Death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It will even kill daemons—permanently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Godplague was so terrifying its toxins affected both body and soul, annihilating both simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make it fast. The Regent and the Savior are growing suspicious—they're already searching for our plague factory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Scourge Stars are also facing increasing attacks. More factions are joining this war. We must kill the two Primarchs before the situation spins fully out of control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Otherwise, Papa Nurgle's grand plan will face failure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move faster, you rotting little darlings! Fill the cauldron! Don't let your laziness doom our glorious cause!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath barked to the others nearby, urging the process along. Then he turned back to Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll speed things up. Cough cough If there's nothing else, I need to keep brewing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahh... So tired... Maybe I should take a little break…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around with heavy thuds, his body of fungal strands shrinking and fading as he disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence returned to the Fungal Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion then raised his scythe and struck the great bell once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another sharp-horned silhouette emerged, buzzing flies swarming around him, accompanied by the faint sound of human screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You summoned me. Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typhus folded his arms, not bothering with pleasantries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your weak and indecisive leadership has endangered Papa Nurgle's great endeavor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps you should hand over command to me. I'll salvage the plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep your promises. Do your job.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion didn't argue with his gene-son—there was no point in escalating the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your enemy is the Savior. Stop him. Keep him away from the plague factory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need the Godplague to descend!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typhus' cold gaze pierced through. His words felt like a warning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll stop the Savior. But not for you. I follow the will of Papa Nurgle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is your last chance. If the plan collapses again, you'll lose the right to give orders…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thousands of worlds and countless souls are ripening. We're so close. The trap is set, and both Primarchs will step into it—ours to reap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's respirator vented green smoke as he cut the connection. Typhus' image, formed of fungal threads, collapsed into spores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence returned once more to that dark domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clone Laboratory Beneath the Ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn... This plague is brutal…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grimaced in pain, his body covered in festering, pus-dripping boils. He had clearly been infected by some sort of plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As more of Ultramar was reclaimed, the corrupted network seemed to be having a final death spasm—releasing stronger, more virulent diseases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassination attempts and stealth attacks by Nurgle's daemons became increasingly frequent, and once infected, the plague proved incredibly difficult to purge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When infected by such unnatural pestilences, even Panaceum couldn't cure it. Not even the light of the Holy Spire could cleanse it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's because the divine energy would burn away both the plague and the host cells, causing catastrophic damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only viable treatment in such cases was the specialized Purification Serum—an incredibly costly variant of Panaceum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, please don't move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle, angelic medicae High Sister walked over. Through the protective suit, she carefully examined Eden's body and reached a grim conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At your current condition, you'll need fifteen vials of Ultra-Concentrated Purification Serum to fully recover.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's too expensive! Isn't there another option?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the only one. Your immune system is collapsing entirely. Even your soul is slightly affected. Thankfully, your psychic energy is still resisting the worst.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned, clearly distressed. He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the war against the plagues, Purification Serum was in dangerously short supply. Those fifteen vials could purify more than ten entire planets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant saving hundreds of billions of lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then don't treat me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the High Sister, face resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Save the Purification Serum for the purification divisions. The citizens of the Imperium need it more than I do. I can still hold on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This pain won't stop me from fighting daemons. Victory will be ours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, your mercy knows no bounds... But your body…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Sister's eyes welled up with tears. She knew how much suffering the plague brought, and her heart ached for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other medical sisters also wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden silenced them, unyielding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave. The Imperium's people need you more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they tearfully exited, turning back with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what they left behind was the broad, merciful back of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frame froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A recording device preserved that powerful, emotional scene—capturing the mercy of the Primarch of Hope, and his steadfastness in the face of the plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It brought tears to all who watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Savior's own propaganda crew wiped away tears as they left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Department of Propaganda would transmit the precious footage to all worlds within the Savior's realm—and to all loyal Imperial territories capable of receiving it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So all could witness the Primarch's compassion... and his unyielding resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would inspire countless more humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hsss… I really can't hold it anymore…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everyone had left—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden finally stopped posing. He turned slowly, his face twisted in pain from the plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That earlier performance? All for propaganda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War was war. But propaganda for the Savior's image couldn't be neglected either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant more prestige, more faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then ordered the Bio-Sage to inject him with an overdose of anesthetics—to numb the pain as much as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it would wreck his body further, he didn't care anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the Regent, this Savior's body wasn't built to endure—most of his power lay in the psychic realm. He really couldn't handle this kind of torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Eden didn't regret refusing the serum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just too damn expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to save when he could. Spend when he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, this body he'd used for over a decade? Totally trashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out with the old, in with the new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden passed through layers of heavily guarded gates and entered the deepest restricted zone of the clone laboratory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There lay the Savior's deepest secret: the Clone Storage Vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he located one of the cryo-pods and climbed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoooom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blazing flames erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was incinerated, purged entirely. Even a miniaturized Ash Bomb detonated, ensuring complete purification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even scattered his own ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cultivation pod opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muscular, chiseled body stepped out—like it had been sculpted from living adamantium. Viscous nutrient fluid steamed off his frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savior Clone Body No. 4—was now online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a new, enhanced form crafted with the latest tech. Certain parts had even been optimized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It radiated greater authority—and charisma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad. Worth every penny. This one feels even better than the last.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden flexed, adjusting to his new vessel. Psychic arcs crackled across his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This body had been grown from materials worth several planetary GDPs. It could endure much more intense combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These clone bodies were why he could still join frontline battles from time to time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war between the Imperium and Chaos was unimaginably brutal. Mortals—and even Astartes—often didn't last more than two episodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this kind of war, where even Primarchs frequently perished and ancient forbidden relics were brought to bear…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the Emperor Himself could afford to be careless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a war like this, you needed more than just courage to survive. Without a few extra layers of security, Eden feared he wouldn't last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He donned a robe of deep dark gold, its embroidery woven with sacred sigils. A mask soon covered his face, concealing the changes his new body had undergone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he slipped into a private passage and returned to the Savior's Sanctuary, ready to resume command over the Plague War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Miniature Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden listened closely to Tarko's latest report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity had now reclaimed over 70% of Ultramar. Countless lives had been saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum was on their side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that only meant the war was entering its final—and most dangerous—stage. Nurgle's inevitable counterattack would be ferocious. One misstep now, and everything could collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned. \"Has the recon team located the Godplague factory yet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko shook his head, tone grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scouts are still searching. No solid leads yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly what Eden feared most. Big Fat Flyboy—Ku'gath—was too quiet, seemingly unconcerned as one Chaos foothold after another was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reeked of a larger conspiracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only secret weapon that could justify such confidence... was the mythical, terrifying Godplague—a disease said to kill gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that thing was completed, Eden's forces would be forced into a purely reactive position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how it functioned—how it could unmake a Primarch, or worse, spawn something more lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it contaminate all of Ultramar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to Eden's interference with the timeline, many events had changed. Iax and several worlds hadn't fallen, and trillions of lives had been saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—he couldn't be sure if that had delayed or prevented the Godplague's creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Eden had worked to keep his genetic essence hidden, it seemed not to have slowed the plague's brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the enemy had the Regent's blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting hold of Guilliman's genetic material was laughably easy. The guy had been ambushed and bled all across the stars—samples were everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original timeline, Ku'gath only used Guilliman's blood to forge the Godplague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant—it was likely the Godplague would still emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the patterns so far, Ku'gath had probably relocated the plague factory—hence his current smug confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pondered what might happen after the Godplague's release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Ku'gath didn't drag Guilliman into Nurgle's Garden after poisoning him... but simply killed him outright?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or what if they infected Ultramar, the Savior's Domain, and the surrounding core systems with it—wiping out both Primarchs' available forces?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden were in Ku'gath's shoes, he wouldn't bother bickering with the Regent—he'd take the Godplague straight to Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poison the High Lords. Kill the entire bureaucratic structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't that plunge the Imperium into chaos?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hissss— Maybe not…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Eden thought about it, the more he realized: if the High Lords, nobles, and senior officials all dropped dead...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, there'd be short-term pain—but in the long run, it might be an improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent could then move in with his own people and take control of the entire Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or better yet—Savior's Domain administrators could step in, expanding Eden's influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could even benefit humanity overall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for Ku'gath, the true path to harming the Imperium… was to kill or corrupt the last two Primarchs. To extinguish the Empire's final lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which brings me to the real question…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden tapped his fingers against the throne. \"If Guilliman can survive the Godplague, can I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't too confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given how many times he'd been infected, both his cloned and real bodies lacked durability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he got hit with the real thing, he might not make it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension hit him hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been years since Eden felt this kind of pressure—his life truly endangered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only path forward… was to stop the Godplague from ever appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant destroying the plague factory. Or using the Corruption Network to strike Nurgle's Garden directly—forcing the enemy to pull back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pulled up research data from Abyssus Prime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaraphiston, Mao, the Blacksteel Queen and others had completely dismantled and studied the corruption machines. Initial simulations showed promising results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, experiments were underway to replicate the Chaotic Network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their version didn't use warp corruption—it drew from Diablo, the dark side of the Mini-Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breakthrough of immense scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, another report arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had issued another challenge—a bold but oddly pleading one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angry Bloodthirster was clearly losing his mind over the Savior's continued silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message might as well have read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please respond. I'm begging you. Just acknowledge me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having been ignored by both the Savior and the Dark Prince, the mighty Ka'Bandha was now miserably irrelevant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which had been Eden's plan all along: to build frustration, stoke rage, and set the daemon up for manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was time to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... not as the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving orders to expand recon efforts no matter the cost, Eden logged into his alt persona: the Dark Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloodship of Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Hall of Skulls—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha slumped atop his throne, visibly depressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Bloodthirster had been relentlessly attacking Nurgle territories in Khorne's name… but found little satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His challenges had been ignored, his honor slighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, he couldn't even find the Savior or the Dark Prince to confront them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly—his head snapped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of eldritch energy appeared, carrying the presence of distant stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sorcerous connection had been formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, commanding voice echoed as the Dark Prince's crimson eyes glared from the apparition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark Prince...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha growled, stunned the bastard who stole his glory dared show himself first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I acknowledge your strength,\" Eden said through the Dark Prince, his voice razor-sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've heard of your prowess in war, your talent for conquest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I will defeat you—on the battlefield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Terror Legion is launching an assault on Nurgle's Garden.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you dare, strike that domain as well. We shall compare the trophies of war—winner takes glory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vision vanished in flames, leaving only a glowing Challenge Pact hovering in the center of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RRRRRAAAAHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha roared in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baal! Ready the armies! We attack Nurgle's Garden NOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster had already been planning this assault. But now, with the Dark Prince taunting him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved the entire campaign ahead of schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though rage consumed him, a flicker of joy lit within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could finally reclaim his glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the Scourge Stars and Ultramar's edges, Khorne's armies began to gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, still controlling the Dark Prince, ended the transmission with Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his \"good brother\" would take the bait—and storm Nurgle's Garden with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Khorne and Tzeentch had been holding back, waiting for Nurgle to sap the Imperium's strength before launching their own attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden had no intention of letting them succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them fight now—buying him time to act, and maybe forcing Nurgle to recall his forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his own Chaotic Network was nearly complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he could join forces with the Regent—strike deep into Nurgle's Garden while the Chaos Gods were too busy tearing each other apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—another piece of news arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recon teams had found a suspicious location—believed to be the Godplague factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fringe world in Ultramar. Not yet fully lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Double blessing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes lit up. He immediately contacted Guilliman and sent the coordinates. He also mobilized all available forces—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human, xenos, and otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eldar. Necrons. Every ally under his banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the throne room's steps, locking eyes with the Dark Thunder Guard stationed below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Summon the Terror Legion. We are going to assault the Godplague Factory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heart of Terror was the closest major base to that planet—perfect for a preliminary strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be the most critical battle within Ultramar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grand clash involving every faction and race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle that would determine the fate of this reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague God's minions had also received word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began mobilizing with grim urgency...\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>",2878,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","680fe51419a012fce05a082eb7c40b7f8b41d1d9a33bc6b5e0f08c0bd982dd54","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-438","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-436",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]