[{"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-439":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},1681309,2147,"Chapter 439 - 440: Moved to Tears — The Heartbreakingly Loyal Terror Legion","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-439",439,"\u003Cp>\"The abominations are attacking! Everyone find cover and initiate plague weapon containment procedures!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade Ward forced himself to break free from the grip of despair and shouted with a nearly broken voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague weapons wielded by the abominable warriors were nightmarishly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plague bombs erupted in succession across the frontlines. Expanding clouds of yellow gas filled the skies, descending in thick curtains that engulfed the trenches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poisonous fog was so dense it defied natural explanation. Agonized screams echoed from within the mists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade instinctively tightened the seals on his protective suit. Then, suddenly recalling something, he hastily pulled out special repair tape and began wrapping the torn edges — round and round, sealing every possible breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bound himself within the rancid stench of old sweat and cheap filtration systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague mist crept forward relentlessly, harvesting lives as it flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're facing the most horrific plague since the start of this war!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade watched in horror as a soldier's mask slipped off — within seconds, the man was infected, his body swelling and paling like a drowned corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was just the beginning. The plague defiled the dead, raising the corpses once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His laspistol blew apart the head of the reanimated corpse, preventing its further desecration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The icy plague mist kept drifting in, smothering trenches and silencing gunfire. Even the mechanical turrets were corroded into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, a one-armed sergeant shouted in panic, firing blindly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander, we can't hold! There's no way we can stop them — we're all going to die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We've lost the line! We need to retreat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To hell with the heretics!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade knew the front was lost — even High Command had gone dark — but no retreat orders had been issued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And really, where could they retreat to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they ran, who would protect the tens of millions still in Harbor City?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't shoot the panicked sergeant either. Better to let them die in battle. At least they'd take a few more shots first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The major had already steeled himself for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, a burst of wind blew through, temporarily clearing part of the plague mist — granting the 97th Coss Regiment a brief window to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor has blessed us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade roared with renewed hope, leading a counterattack. Lasbolts and artillery rained down on the abominations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But against the Death Guard, it was like scratching an itch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They marched on, chanting mournful dirges, wading through the laser storms. Even when struck, they merely lost chunks of already-decayed flesh and writhing tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most of the shots just pinged off their armor, causing no real harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weak mortal warriors,\" sneered a Death Guard marine, \"Abandon that cold, unfeeling corpse-Emperor. Join the endless death and rebirth. Father Nurgle will grant you his generosity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fired as they advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their rusted, decaying bolters were still deadly — explosive rounds tearing apart human bodies and punching holes in reinforced barricades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More lives were snuffed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade managed to score a hit on one of them — burning a hole through the grotesque skull. But it didn't kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abomination turned and smiled savagely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of bolt rounds followed, ripping through the trench. Soldiers exploded into red mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade survived by a hair — he saw the one-armed sergeant's torso collapse beside him, still twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had been his last officer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy push intensified. From within the fog emerged plague-forged monstrosities — biomechanical abominations clad in rotting armor and foul shells, their glowing green eyes like malevolent lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemon Engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raised brass cannons and spewed corrosive toxins that could melt steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some belched venomous flames or vomited rotting flies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 97th Coss Regiment suffered catastrophic losses. Resistance crumbled with every second. Dozens, hundreds were dying every minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frontline collapsed at horrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O Emperor, your faithful beg your mercy...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade was thrown by a nearby explosion. He lay helpless, whispering a desperate prayer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please… send Your holy angels to smite these monsters!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew only the Emperor's Angels could truly face the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The major had once witnessed their descent in battle — mighty warriors falling from the heavens, unstoppable and divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, his blurred vision caught a flicker of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning fireballs descending from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory surged back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just like before — the arrival of the Emperor's Angels. The Ultramarines — defenders of Ultramar — were coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade, ignoring his injuries, climbed to his feet and shouted over the vox:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A holy being has sent us His angels! We have hope for salvation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All forces, hold the line!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, the 97th found new strength. They miraculously held against the next assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some soldiers even strapped explosives to themselves to blow apart the heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such is the power of morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as hope remains, the Imperial Guard can unleash extraordinary strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some elite, high-morale mortal regiments have even slain Astartes under extreme circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fiery streaks grew more distinct — drop pods, one after another, screaming toward the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they were similarly sized, the pods all looked different — some lavish, others savage, adorned with menacing symbols and grim iconography.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even blasted violent music during descent. Customized drop pods?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pods slammed down, shaking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Daemon Engine was crushed by a pod — a lucky hit that saved many lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade fixed his eyes on the pod that had destroyed the machine, eager to witness the arrival of the holy warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames erupted from the pod's vents, and from the center rose a towering, fearsome figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ange—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade nearly collapsed in awe. The figure was so divine, so mighty — monstrous armor, burning wings, jagged horns...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, that's not an Emperor's Angel!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze, the words choking in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What stood before him wasn't any known Angel of the Emperor — it was some kind of abominable warrior, radiating heretical energy far worse than the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let the flames of terror devour all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior — a Terror Legion marine known as Brokenhorn — raised a burning power axe and bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a signal. The rest of the Terror Legion joined in the roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion… had arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade's legs went weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New enemies had landed on the battlefield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were close. Far too close for the humans to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to fight back, but sheer terror paralyzed them. Any move might provoke these monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, to their astonishment — the Terror Marines charged not at them, but at the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like unleashed beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were fiercer, better armed — and within moments, they tore through the Death Guard's ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a wild slaughter, each marine desperate not to let another steal their kills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those blood splatters earned them points!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on?! Why are the monsters fighting each other?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade was completely lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still ordered the men not to fire at the Terror Marines — no sense provoking them, especially since they hadn't attacked humans yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Imperial forces regrouped to support the Terror Marines and assist against the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Wade ducked instinctively as something hurtled past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brokenhorn was hit by a heavy shell and thrown into the trench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked himself up, just as a trembling human major — Wade — raised his flimsy laspistol in defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a turret behind them exploded, collapsing toward them in a heap of scrap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You alive, mortal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brokenhorn's towering form shielded the human from the falling wreckage. He looked genuinely worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would've been a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wade was unharmed, he sighed in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Now get the hell outta here — don't mess up my kill streak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Brokenhorn spread his flaming wings and soared back into the fray, promptly decapitating a Death Guard sorcerer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of his wingbeat knocked Wade flat, wrinkling his protective suit with searing heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The major lay stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An abomination… saved me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly rose, scanning the battlefield — and indeed, the Terror Marines weren't attacking humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even went out of their way to protect them in danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they feared letting humans die in their presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare thing — for even the Emperor's Angels rarely concerned themselves with mortal casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They cared more about victory than survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this wasn't happening only here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the warzones, it was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One war correspondent even noted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These servants of the Dark Prince seem to care more about human lives than the Emperor's own Angels…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Chapters of the Emperor's Angels, due to genetic defects, occasionally engage in indiscriminate slaughter or show blatant disregard for mortal lives in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In stark contrast, such incidents almost never occurred within the Terror Legion. Wherever they fought, human casualties dropped dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That a band of Heretic Astartes from Chaos would protect humans better than the Emperor's own angels—was an unspeakable irony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One particular war scribe, who documented this anomaly in great detail, was swiftly subjected to Inquisitorial investigation and judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the truth was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all orchestrated by Eden's darker persona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent the Terror Marines from wantonly butchering civilians, Eden deliberately engineered their behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't do it through direct orders—such absurd commands would only incite rebellion among the Chaos Marines and cause greater trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he relied on incentives and faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the Terror Marines did slaughter mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they quickly discovered that killing humans not only deducted Blood Points but also reduced the blessings they received from Diablo the Destroyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To these glory-obsessed warriors, losing Blood Points and divine favor was tantamount to the sky falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no explanation was ever given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diablo never responded to prayers, never clarified the mechanics. He was simply a cold, efficient dispenser of blessings and rewards. Fair to all. Mercilessly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Terror Marines were forced to guess the cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, they came up with a theory: the great Diablo favored violent, sinful souls and despised the pure, weak ones of humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, when a weak human died nearby, it would trigger Diablo's displeasure—resulting in fewer blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this self-made theology, the Terror Marines began policing their own behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything to avoid losing their Blood Points and favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began selecting powerful, sinful Chaos enemies and daemons as their preferred prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because cutting down such targets was the most profitable. Killing weak humans? A total loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even grieved when mortals died around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out of compassion—but because it meant a heavy Blood Point loss and a reduction in favor, which they'd have to grind back by killing even more foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, without a single direct command, Eden created a ruthless yet human-protecting Terror Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their combat prowess was off the charts. Once their enemies fell, they would withdraw without harming any mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At times, they'd even go out of their way to rescue endangered humans—just to prevent those \"pure souls\" from dying in their proximity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting aside ideology and allegiance, they were in many ways model Astartes. Incredibly loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Hekka Harbor front…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Legion's Dreadnoughts and Centurions stood in the trenches, shielding humans from incoming artillery. They incinerated the plague mist with cleansing fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doing everything in their power to minimize human casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… are these truly heretic warriors?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Major Wade stood dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched these monstrous warriors take blow after blow for the mortals, with no hesitation—suffering injury just to protect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time a human died nearby, the Terror Marines would let out mournful howls and charge at the perpetrators in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such guardianship…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade admitted: he could never do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One furious Terror Marine roared and chased down a Death Guard warrior who had wiped out an entire outpost of mortals. The deaths around him had caused such a Blood Point loss he was on the verge of bankruptcy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rampaged through all resistance—Daemon Engines included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard marine fled in terror, screaming, but it was hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ultimately hacked to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard, long aware of the Terror Legion's reputation, now personally experienced their ferocity and cruelty. Their morale plummeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entire platoons crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, the Terror Marines didn't even look at the humans in the trenches—they regrouped and swiftly departed for the next battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid of being late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise Diablo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brokenhorn was nearly trembling with excitement, eager to slay more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The planet Vyst was swarming with Nurgle's forces—ripe for harvesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A literal flaming paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this campaign, he would gain superior wargear, more favor, and greater blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, he hoped to remain on this battlefield forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Terror Marines were gone, the 97th Coss Regiment finally erupted in victorious cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hekka Harbor is secure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade finally allowed himself to relax, collapsing atop a sandbag with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After recovering a bit of stamina, he climbed the watchtower and used his electroscanner to survey the other warzones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dawned on the Major that his homeworld had become a massive battlefield—threatened with annihilation every moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through his scanner, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Imperial officer recognized the dread these xenos brought. Their arrival on a planet meant total extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spore pods rained down on distant fields, and the swarm emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely—the yellow-spore-covered Tyranids ignored humans, instead charging toward the Nurgle Daemons en masse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devouring them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade was thoroughly lost. One strange occurrence after another defied all logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither his training nor his faith could explain this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor protects…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered, then repeated it with more conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely it was the Emperor's divine will that kept the monsters and heretics from harming mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scanner picked up another horrifying being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A daemon hovering in midair—grotesque horns, a flaming form inscribed with glowing runes of arcane power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the daemon turned, as if noticing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being over ten kilometers away, its gaze pierced straight through the scanner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade locked eyes with the infernal being—and collapsed instantly, overwhelmed by the sheer malevolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Hekka Harbor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who dares spy on me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's demonic form floated above the wasteland, swarmed by Tyranid Gargoyles and raining spore pods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced toward the direction of the gaze—then dismissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus returned to the recent psychic message: a war report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion the Plaguefather had committed all his forces to the defense of Vyst, attempting to hold this critical planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman, the Lord Commander of the Imperium, had already landed and engaged the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned slightly. \"That guy better not screw up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Guilliman didn't exactly have the best win record. Especially in battles that should be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought a moment, then gave orders under his \"Savior\" persona—deploying the Thunderwardens and Children of Mankind to assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Dark Prince, however, he continued commanding his Chaos and xeno forces—and personally searched for the location of the Plague Factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, his recon forces had scanned the entire planet without results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the factory was well hidden—standard methods wouldn't work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, he had other options—namely, the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the gestalt psychic network, Eden contacted Hive Commander No. 8, issuing commands to the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his current Daemon body couldn't control them directly, his Tyranid clone—Wingblade—could command the entire hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under No. 8's direction, the fleet released Lictor assassins across every city and jungle on Vyst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the oceans, they deployed aquatic scouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the skies, the Gargoyles took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These creatures would quickly adapt to the local environment, hunting for traces of corrupted machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My swarm is endless…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden descended into a ruined zone, smiling coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him surged an ocean of Tyranids, flooding toward the battlefield, devouring every Nurgle Daemon and Daemon Engine in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel their joy—these little monsters loved the taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowingly, this so-called \"Savior\" had amassed terrifying power—enough to truly shape the fate of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, pitch-black Mutant Burrower Serpent, hundreds of meters long, erupted from the earth. Its armored scales gleamed with a strange light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On closer look—its body was covered in Blackstone plating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only externally—its stomach was lined with Blackstone as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of it was enhanced by Dark Blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a specially-bred Tyranid unit, devoted to Diablo the Destroyer—able to resist and even suppress Warp energies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Burrower charged into the Nurgle Daemon lines, devouring entire platoons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it dove back underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its mission: search the deep bedrock for hidden structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you're hiding that deep… then I'll tear apart the entire planet until I find you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's crimson eyes gleamed with menace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Tyranids weren't searching blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They prioritized heavily-defended zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the swarm locked onto a corrupted aura, the psykers would use their arcane devices to triangulate the Plague Factory's exact location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multi-species coordination always paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden flared his demonic wings—and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, a Nurgle Greater Daemon let out a dying scream…\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>",2875,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","c5bcc1550a7f4221804f6a049e1db19734d00f0b037b7545483b89069a478b7c","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-440","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-438",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]