[{"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-442":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},1681312,2147,"Chapter 442 - 443 – Ku'gath: Damn it! Who the hell stole my pot?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-442",442,"\u003Cp>Deep underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaping maw of a mutated Subterranean Mawloc crushed and devoured the bedrock as it burrowed through, spitting rubble to the sides and carving a lengthy tunnel through the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rode atop the tunneling beast, sighing in admiration. \"This thing's better than machinery for construction work… cheaper, too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid tunneling units like this one could dig through virtually any terrain, forming troop transport tunnels that allowed the swarm to move undetected and strike with surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But influenced by his agricultural instincts, Eden didn't immediately think of its military use. His mind went straight to development and infrastructure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Tyranid creatures were ideal for demolition, excavation, and foundation work. They cost practically nothing to maintain—eating anything you gave them—and even consumed industrial waste, saving on disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was time to breed a batch of Tyranid worker units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already had his Genestealers janitor crew, the Ork security and repair squads… adding a group of Tyranid laborers wouldn't be a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even aliens had their uses. War was important, but rebuilding couldn't be neglected either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With millions of planets in the galaxy, there was no shortage of places needing reconstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, Eden guided the creature along its designated course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn't merely physical travel—he could sense the mutated Mawloc moving through the corruption network with the assistance of Blackstone technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackstone was practically made for dealing with the Warp—webways were one of its most advanced applications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the corrupted network had anchored itself to Vester and linked to the spatial domain of Ultramar. At any moment, a rupture could form…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Warp would devour Ultramar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it simply, it would be like creating a miniature Eye of Terror—dragging this entire region into Nurgle's Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What triggered such an event? That remained metaphysical—likely tied to certain concepts or definitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But without a doubt, the Godplague was the most critical part of the chain. Break that link, and the eruption could be stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This part of the defensive line still had guards. A direct breach would alert the Nurgle daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could trigger the plague factory's defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Terror Legion arrived just in time. Eden used the chaos of their assault to pilot the Mawloc past the defensive lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, he reached the underbelly of the plague factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even through layers of stone, he could feel the deadly toxins. The miasma had seeped deep into the earth, killing every living thing, down to the smallest bacteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even other plague strains struggled to survive here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this toxin had a terrifying exclusivity and even harmed the soul. Eden's own psychic consciousness felt strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Don't tell me the Godplague is already complete?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that cursed creation had already come into being, charging in would be suicidal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd likely get infected, dragged into Nurgle's Garden, and left to die until the Emperor maybe—maybe—resurrected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as a counterfeit Primarch, his connection to the Warp and Emperor wasn't exactly deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden played it safe. He decided to stay hidden and observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No point in sabotaging the enemy's plans if it meant sacrificing himself in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Plague Factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Cauldron of Nurgle boiled viciously, its fumes lashing at nearby souls with violent corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath, First Favorite of Nurgle, clutched the long beak of his stitched leather mask, trying not to inhale too deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was immensely proud of his latest brew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This plague could kill a Primarch. It would use the essence of their soul to birth waves of Warp-infused boils and rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These would spread through the corruption network to countless other planets, rotting Ultramar from its core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trillions of humans would die screaming in agony, their souls broken down into raw corruption energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What greater achievement could there be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Ku'gath would offer the Plaguefather his most perfect plague, repaying his past failure when he had accidentally consumed one of the Father's divine concoctions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe then… I'll be able to laugh. Like the others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath's wrinkled face curled into something resembling a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, he felt… joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn't last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That joy shriveled on his face the moment he sensed the presence of vile invaders attacking his factory. He could even hear their obnoxious shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold them off! My Plague Guard—stop those lunatics at the gates!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath roared, but his voice lacked confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daemon lieutenants—Bloodpox, Sorethroat, and others—had been sent to nearby defenses. If the invaders had made it this far, they were likely dead or driven off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was bad news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse yet, Ku'gath didn't have time to summon reinforcements from Nurgle's Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to his Plague Guard and barked, \"I need twenty-three minutes! That's how long it takes to finish this brew!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, Plaguebearers, Rot Flies, and Nurgling swarms surged out of the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would lay down their lives to stop the intruders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the Plague Factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions shook the landscape. The armor of a Chaos Centurion spewed fire, torching dozens of daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise Diablo the Destroyer! Rally up, brothers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion commander's voice brimmed with excitement. \"We've got a big boy in there. Let's take it down together!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind's eye, he already saw himself paying off his blood debt and riding off with a shiny, top-of-the-line Hell Drake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he'd even get an upgraded Daemon Engine capable of firing multiple streams of molten fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would dare challenge him for war spoils then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already feel the Dark God's blessings granting him new limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other warriors were equally hyped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This score's gonna be worth so many blood points!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My psychic senses are screaming! That means it's expensive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgh… Guys, be careful! This place is saturated with plague toxins—I just vomited my intestines…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One warrior had accidentally inhaled trace amounts of the toxins and immediately vomited up black blood and entrails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yup, definitely the plague factory's core. This stuff's nasty…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another warrior, now wearing a Blackstone respirator, turned to him with faux concern. \"Better fall back if you can't handle it. No shame in surviving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he just wanted fewer hands splitting the loot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the poisoned warrior swallowed his own blood and roared, \"Anyone trying to stop me from earning Diablo's favor gets cleaved in half!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was drowning in blood point debt. This battle was his ticket out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nothing would stand in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coughing up gore, he charged into the daemons, cutting them down in a berserk frenzy. His sheer madness made even Nurgle's servants flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, part of that came from the Terror Legion's aura of dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror warriors didn't blindly rush in—they bombarded the factory with Inferno Torpedoes, Concussion Missiles, and other ranged ordnance to burn off the toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the plague factory's rotten walls were under sustained bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not enough… I don't have enough time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath threw his bulk in front of falling debris, then hastily reinforced the Great Cauldron's frame with rotted wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared into the boiling cauldron, anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I leave now, the brew might burn… but if I stay, they'll break through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if those suicidal invaders toppled Nurgle's holy cauldron, the Godplague would leak—he might suffer a wound he'd never recover from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might even die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe I should add the precious blood now. Just in case.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath picked up two glass tubes of thick, crimson blood—blood harvested from a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted one tube… and the sticky blood began to ooze out, reacting violently with the swirling toxins in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the last moment, he paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he pulled the blood back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head and muttered, \"Not yet… it's not the right time. Without the proper moment, it won't be perfect. I need a perfect plague.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all the fault of those gut-damned intruders!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll deal with those madmen myself. I'll kill them. I'll make them suffer with my plague…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath took one last look at the thickening brew, then turned his massive, mountainous body toward the factory gates, seething with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to kill them quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at just the right time, he would return… and complete the Godplague with perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump. Thump. Thump—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rotting figure strode swiftly down the corridor, his antlers scraping against the grimy ceiling above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, his withered plague sword dragged along the plasteel floor, carving deep gashes that oozed dampness, sprouting tumors and patches of dead grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Ku'gath, First Favorite, most beloved of Nurgle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath's massive body emerged from the Plague Factory and looked down at the Terror Legion warriors below. \"You lunatics have pissed me off! All of you must die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the weight of his daemonic presence crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single swing, the plague blade struck a Terror Warrior, shattering his snarling armor into thousands of rotting shards. The body within burst into putrid black sludge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead of terror, this drew a cheer from the other Chaos Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hell yeah! It's Ku'gath! A real boss fight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By Diablo the Destroyer! Call everyone—we can't let him escape!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surround him! Don't let him move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One particularly deranged Terror Warrior lunged in a sliding tackle, driving his power sword deep into Ku'gath's gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Greater Daemon grunted in pain and instinctively backhanded the attacker into a wall. For a moment, he was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was wrong with these maniacs? Why weren't they afraid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Ku'gath didn't realize was that fear was reserved for their enemies. Terror Warriors never feared combat. They feared missing out on loot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Papa Nurgle himself appeared with a glowing health bar, they'd still charge in to try and chip it down for rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent detonation erupted from Ku'gath's lower belly—a melta charge planted by the sliding Terror Warrior had exploded, blasting out a chunk of his intestines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That just made him angrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fools! I am no feeble Plaguebearer! I am a PLAGUE MASTER! Such feeble attacks cannot hurt—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't finish the sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Triple blood points! Triple favor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sliding Terror Warrior, now with half his shoulder missing, whooped with glee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage he'd done had already earned him a fresh wave of Diablo's blessings, barely keeping him on his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising his weapon one-handed, he began firing again—but wisely refrained from another suicidal dive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Triple loot?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Terror Warriors went berserk, unloading everything they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such bountiful rewards were worth any cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was all part of Eden's secret plan. Hidden underground, he'd increased the bounty for taking down such a powerful foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed Ku'gath held in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame missiles, melta beams, explosive rounds—wave after wave of heavy fire battered the Greater Daemon of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath roared and slashed back, turning more warriors into rotten meat, but none of them retreated. On the contrary, more kept arriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fight Engaged!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowingly, Ku'gath had been lured farther away from the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ripped apart a Centurion's armor and lashed out with his tongue, frog-like, yanking a Hell Drake out of the air and slamming it to the ground, reducing it to a twitching, sparking ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Terror Legion was relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't charge blindly—they had experience killing powerful enemies. They built tight kill zones and used coordinated tactics—unless they got too hyped to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more warriors joined the fight, each one drawn by the promise of blood points and divine favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They praised the great Diablo and emptied every clip, every shell, every energy pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the higher-ranking commanders mutated further, growing gnashing bone growths and burning with infernal flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greater the courage, the heavier the damage dealt—the greater the reward from the Dark Prince of Shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strongest of them were already brushing against the threshold of daemonhood. Sadly, Diablo's capabilities—being just a minor Chaos god of the solar system's dark side—couldn't support more than a few ascensions at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had a long way to go before matching the Chaos Gods… or the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OUT OF MY WAY—ALL OF YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath was fuming. These lunatics couldn't kill him, but the damage they inflicted was adding up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, he had to defend the Plague Factory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! My Godplague!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a deep bell tolled within the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His perfect creation had reached its final stage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swatted away the closest Terror Warriors and bolted back toward the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to get there—now—to complete the final step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't make it far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Hell Drake, piloted by a Terror Legion commander, rammed into Ku'gath's knee with all its force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tumbled like a mountain of rotten meat, crashing to the ground and sending tremors through the terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clambered up quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing else mattered now. He had to reach the Plague Cauldron and pour in the Primarch blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the key to Papa Nurgle's grand plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smashed the Hell Drake flat and unleashed a wave of corrosive Warp energy, sprouting foul fungus and cordyceps that entangled the pursuing warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with the path temporarily cleared, he surged back into the Plague Factory's main chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath was thrilled—he had stalled the invaders and returned just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise be to the Plaguefather…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered with a sickly smile. \"Once the Godplague is complete, I'll slaughter every last Terror freak… and that damned Dark Prince too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he pulled out the vials of Primarch blood…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vital connection had been severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze, smile vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plaguefather… where is my pot?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a massive pit remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no one left to answer. The fumes had killed even the maggots and Nurglings. The rest of the Plague Guard had died outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did it… fall underground?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath swallowed thickly, clinging to a shred of hope, and peered into the crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was nothing. The abyss had swallowed everything. A faint smell of Tyranid bio-matter and anti-psyker residue lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality dawned on him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred cauldron gifted to him by Papa Nurgle had been stolen. Its connection to him and the corruption network had been cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared helplessly into the pit. The path was too deep, too intricate—no trace of the cauldron remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thief was long gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A millennia of planning… the Plaguefather's divine artifact… and his life's work—all vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The souls of trillions, meant to be offered in eternal agony… now lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… my cauldron… my Godplague… you wretched, gutless THIEF!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath collapsed with a thunderous crash, shaking the entire factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… he went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Favorite was engulfed by guilt and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have failed… I've betrayed the Plaguefather's blessing…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ku'gath… the Bell of Corruption has tolled. I await the Godplague.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spectral image of Mortarion, Daemon Primarch of the Death Guard, shimmered into view—clearly mid-battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regent Guilliman was, as usual, getting his face kicked in during a duel and struggling to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion needed the Godplague to finish him, once and for all, and drag his soul into Nurgle's Garden—to rot all of Ultramar in his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Death Lord's voice was abruptly interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Godplague is gone. And the Plaguefather's cauldron too…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku'gath's voice was hollow, full of despair. \"The thief had anti-Warp properties. I can't track them… not even a trail.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's pupils contracted. For the first time, a flicker of fear crossed his daemonic eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a deep underground tunnel…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy crap, holy crap—we're rich!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden chuckled as he rode the sluggishly retreating mutated Mawloc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint plague vapors seeped from its body, leaking through gaps in its Blackstone scales and poisoning the soil around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The haul from this operation… had gone far beyond expectations.\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>",2649,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","7c5232d0b59f4fc484470ddc78db410535c99d0f3ba4a88dbe2a787adef9247e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-443","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-441",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]