[{"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-441":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},1681311,2147,"Chapter 441 - 442: Out-of-Print Classic — The Loyal, Mobile Tyranid Chad Mountain!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-441",441,"\u003Cp>The thunder of artillery intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire plague factory was shaking, especially the central Nurgle cauldron. The plague brew inside began to slosh violently, spilling over the brim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! My plague!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath scrambled to steady the cauldron and used thick, rotted wood to reinforce and control the tremors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was furious, though his voice remained low and muffled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperial army shouldn't be here… They're interfering with my work… My Divine Plague will be frightened…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would make it imperfect…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Nurgle's First Favorite had deeper concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the Corpse-Emperor's sons broke in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the cauldron was knocked over by an explosion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle outside the factory had already begun to affect his work, and he could feel the corrupted engines collapsing one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How utterly dreadful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ku'gath. Just focus on your work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, the spectral form of Mortarion, the Death Lord, had appeared nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're not nearing defeat. We are approaching final victory. The two Primarchs are walking into death willingly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately sought to reassure this critical servant of Nurgle, ensuring the Divine Plague would not be compromised by despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will personally resolve the battle outside. No one will breach this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glint of murder flickered across Mortarion's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rebut Guilliman is still no match for me. Nor is the Savior. They are fools, ignorant of true power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will capture them both. Then your Divine Plague will destroy them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their deaths, the corruption network will drag all of Ultramar into Father Nurgle's domain — the final step of our grand endeavor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Death Lord. The Divine Plague will arrive at the appointed time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath's mood calmed slightly as he bowed sluggishly, his protective suit squeezing his blubber into grotesque shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Lord's image then vanished, taking with him several other Great Unclean Ones — Plague Lords like Sepsis and Blighttongue — assigning them to reinforce the perimeter near the hospitals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hidden zone was vaster than a Hive City. It would not be easy for the Imperium's forces to break into the plague factory's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sons of the Corpse-Emperor… my foolish brothers… you all underestimated me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's moth-like wings gave a few slow, ominous flaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have never wallowed in decay. I have used it. Controlled it. Made it my servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now… you will see!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slashed his massive scythe through the air — as if severing a hidden switch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the corruption network surged into full operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden runes buried across the planet activated. The corruption devoured the souls of billions of humans. On other plague-infested planets, the same phenomenon unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of billions of lives suffered in agony, dissolved into rot and despair, becoming nutrient sludge for the corruption network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of that power converged here — into the Death Lord's constructed domain — massively amplifying his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering, monstrous image of the Daemon Primarch loomed above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzzap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality itself began to disintegrate. The sky turned pitch-black. A warp storm expanded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew thick with the sounds of weeping and invisible hellish stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone breathing it began to cough violently. Eyes went bloodshot. Blood spilled from nose and mouth. Many dropped dead on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hover tanks and turrets began to rust. Their components fell apart with loud creaks, unable to function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even holy war machines — Dreadnoughts and Imperial Knights — found their functions sluggish and impaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons became deeply corrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power packs of lasguns were drained. Bolt rounds lost propellant, unable to fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Lord Mortarion had weaponized his corruption network to cripple the Imperium's strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial forces halted and began to regroup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Report our losses!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultramarines Chapter Master Marneus Calgar roared, demanding updates from his commanders. They couldn't afford to fight Chaos without functioning arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage report soon arrived:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over half of the vehicles and weapons were rendered unusable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But — thankfully — the Savior's blessed weapons and vehicles were untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those had been exposed under the golden radiance of the Holy Tower for 180 days, fully sanctified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This only deepened the Ultramarines' faith in Savior-forged arms — the true high-grade relics of mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just now, my fallen brother has killed tens of billions,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman arrived, his chiseled face dark with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's crafted an abyss to halt our advance — but that shall not happen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar stood firm, unwavering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, we'll fight to the end. Even if we must use fists and teeth, we will make these abominations pay!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Withdraw the wounded and those without weapons,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman said grimly, having received troubling intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They can no longer continue in this war…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brother — the Savior — has sent word. New reinforcements are on the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They will break through the enemy's blockade with us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcement of reinforcements from the Savior reignited morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army pushed forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, Guilliman's forces reached the end of their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things became even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground ahead was shattered into isolated islands — no land bridges, only vast stretches of toxic swamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The marshes festered. Dead trees soaked in filth, bloated with fungal growths. Massive, deadly creatures lurked below the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still — the corrupted realm disrupted flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several recon squads plunged into waist-deep sludge to scout ahead. But they vanished into the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No signals returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sounds of tearing metal and crunching bones echoed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Nurgle's forces launched their assault from across the islands. Swarms of plague flies blanketed the sky, harassing the Ultramarines' long-range teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like other fronts, Guilliman's forces were bogged down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, Space Marines fell to plague barrages. Their corpses and armor melted into sludge — while their attackers remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fly-swarm twisted into a massive, sneering face — Mortarion's voice came through:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… look at your pathetic state. Your gene-sons die like vermin, and you can do nothing to stop it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortarion! Are you nothing but a sewer rat now? Come out and face me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your feeble taunts are useless,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion sneered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps after all your sons are dead… I'll consider playing with you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, you could run away like the miserable coward you are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the unnatural swarm captured an Ultramarine and tortured him to death before hurling the remains into the swamp — right in front of Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unbearable humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Regent of the Imperium, clenched his fists. For a moment, he wanted to charge in with his honor guard and cut his fallen brother to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he remembered the Savior's warnings… and the hidden plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't fall for it — nor ruin his brother's plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air turned even more poisonous. More weapons failed. More soldiers died. Equipment was no longer reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines began to recite prayers to the Emperor, seeking divine protection in a realm where only faith could shield them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman held on, turning to his psykers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Any sign of the Savior's reinforcements?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scanners were dead. Only psyker vision remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still — his army couldn't last much longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Plague was nearing completion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's aid should have arrived by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second wasted brought the Imperium one step closer to the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord… maybe the Savior's troops were intercepted too. We must make a decision,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar urged. They could wait no longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…One more moment,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman insisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I trust the Savior. He has never broken a promise. If he says the reinforcements will come — they will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then — the answer came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor! Our reinforcements have arrived!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psyker's voice cracked with awe — and then alarm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… Those aren't humans. That's an xenos force!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the dense fog behind Guilliman's forces, chaotic screeching erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warp itself became turbulent — twisted by the presence of the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines looked up in horror at the approaching hive swarms. For a brief moment, despair washed over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were caught between Chaos and Tyranid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some began firing instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then… Guilliman shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cease fire immediately!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized — the xenos weren't hostile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid leader even sent out a friendly psychic greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the face of such a crisis, the Ultramarines obeyed their Primarch's orders, bracing themselves as the swarm surged toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some warriors were ready to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to their astonishment, the swarm passed right by them, charging into the toxic marshes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mist, the howls of Nurgle's daemons rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more astonishing — the Tyranid creatures began shielding the Ultramarines with their own flesh, blocking incoming plague bombs with suicidal resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They created walls of meat to protect the loyal sons of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… is this a miracle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was stunned. The psyker-priests were speechless — their faith shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weren't xenos inherently evil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the devout quickly patched the logic in their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When in doubt, refer to Imperial theology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Emperor's divine intervention could explain such an unnatural occurrence. After all, He could totally control or manipulate the Tyranids. Right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid leader \"Old Eight Eyes\" obeyed the orders of the Dark Lord — the Hive Master — and dared not harm their human allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he and his swarm had no appetite for clean human flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Nurgle's rotten meat, the flesh of the Imperium was bland and unappetizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plagued meat was rich and flavorful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid leader let out a long screech — a command to feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaelum's Translation: \"DINNER TIME, BROTHERS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind's psychic organisms disrupted the corruption network in the region. Gargoyles beat their wings, whipping up cyclones that blew away the thick fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Tyranids swarmed across the islands, tearing into Nurgle's daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an all-you-can-eat buffet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Tyranid organisms even sank into the poisoned swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they devoured the toxic stew, they used their own bodies to build chitinous floating bridges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brother… just what did he do?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman could hardly believe what he was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was perhaps one of the most absurd sights in the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't hesitate — he drew the Emperor's Sword, igniting it. A faint glow emanated from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was mimicking the Savior's signature technique — not quite as dramatic, but still inspiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soldiers…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent raised his blade and roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Form up! Cross the marsh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FOR COURAGE AND GLORY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines bellowed, one by one stepping onto the makeshift bridges of xenos flesh, charging across the islands ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought the daemons of Nurgle in bloody close-quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid screeches and bolter fire mingled in a deafening cacophony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FOR THE EMPEROR!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under heavy fire, the Ultramarines raised their banners of glory, climbed onto the massive body of a Hive Tyrant, and formed a mountain-shaped formation to rain down fire from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Hive Tyrant charging forward, the Space Marines atop it unleashed a storm of fire — an unstoppable tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Loyal Tyranid Chad Mountain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A War Apostle shouted praises to the Emperor while recording the sacred — yet utterly heretical — moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, these images could only be preserved in classified forbidden archives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could never be released publicly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a compromise, the Apostle retook several shots that only showed the Ultramarines — to at least document this historic war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the coordination between Ultramarines and Tyranids, the allied force smashed through Mortarion's defensive line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were approaching the plague factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… this can't be…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion stared down at the foggy war-map, disbelief in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Regent had broken through his poisonous swamp defense. Humanity and xenos were fighting together against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, multiple fronts were collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More armies were attacking from different directions:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks charged alongside the Savior's forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Craftworld Eldar and Necron coalitions pushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror Legionnaires fought side-by-side with Battle Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Former enemies now stood united — all punching through Nurgle's defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy's species had united… against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion had previously dismissed such reports as exaggerations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely the reality couldn't be that absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely the stories were coincidences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he saw it for himself — the Tyranid Chad Mountain. The bizarre alliance of Khorne and Tzeentch daemons fighting alongside the Savior's Daemon Inquisitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HERESY! Utter HERESY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the plague stronghold, Mortarion broke down and roared like a loyalist Ecclesiarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the hell was the Inquisition?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had the Imperium allowed this kind of heresy?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt deeply wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he was still loyal to the Imperium, he had been punished and ostracized — merely for using psychic powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Imperium embraced psychic powers even more outrageous than his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radical techniques and heretical inventions were popping up like mushrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially that Savior — he was more radical than Mortarion himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy had practically flooded the galaxy with warp energy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heretic among heretics!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this fair?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After venting, Mortarion calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… he realized the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all uniting out of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of the Divine Plague. Fear of the great work Nurgle was about to unleash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the other Chaos Gods were panicking — they were joining forces to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was deeply concerning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation might be even more dangerous than he'd imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Nurgle Himself might become a target of the other Ruinous Powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no turning back now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisis was irreversible. Neither Father Nurgle nor His favored could abandon the near-complete project — not now, when they were so close to grasping unimaginable power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the other Chaos Gods had already acted. There was no stopping them either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only path forward — was to win this war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let Father Nurgle gain enough strength to survive the impending storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fortunately… I still have the Divine Plague. Victory is only a matter of time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion glanced at a clock, his expression hardening with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only needed to hold out for one more hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worst-case scenario — he'd just unleash the semi-finished Divine Plague early and kill everything in the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew how terrifying it was — even Ku'gath, Nurgle's First Favorite, couldn't withstand its corrosive vapors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn't kill a Primarch — but it would obliterate every other army: Imperial, Chaos, and xenos alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was the effect of the unfinished version… what would the completed, blood-infused Divine Plague be like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion shivered with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the war-map, watching his brother grow ever closer to the plague factory:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My foolish brother… this is our final battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, the plague-wreathed shadow vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Lord personally took command of the elite Death Guard and daemon legions, charging straight for the Imperial Regent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was determined to take his brother's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on a distant battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous mutant burrow-snake emerged with a gaping, drill-like maw full of jagged teeth, devouring Chaos daemons in its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop its head stood Eden— the Savior — cloaked in flames, riding the behemoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze was fixed not on this battle, but on the center of the warzone — as if waiting for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of armies were attacking the plague factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were not charging blindly — it was a coordinated assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some units had taken the role of decoys, drawing Nurgle's forces away, sacrificing themselves to lure them in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it — to create a tiny, unnoticed gap in the defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fleeting opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It required patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden halted the mutant burrow-snake and activated a device — a piece of ancient Dark-Tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor-like device locked around him, like layer after layer of protective suits, coated in fragments of blackstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackstone — a material that disrupted the warp and psyker abilities — made him uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only way to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the long-awaited opening had appeared, he had to move fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burrow-snake's outer hide, laced with blackstone tech, pulsed with light — temporarily pushing back the warp and minimizing the corruption network's effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rode the beast straight into the deep earth, tunneling forward at incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target: The Plague Factory.\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>",2740,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","1595582748c36ba680c294654202b7e8a4b3baef0a324ea8d08445fae195d0e0","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-442","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-440",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]