[{"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-443":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},1681313,2147,"Chapter 443 - 444: The Savior — Supercharged Godplague, the Advantage Is Mine!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-443",443,"\u003Cp>Eden rushed toward the designated location with the war spoils in tow, not daring to stop for even a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment, he was practically carrying a supernuke on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were any leakage, or if the Nurgle cauldron spilled, the resulting plague and toxins could devastate entire regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, a minor leak had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the support of a large stasis field and the blackstone scale layers inside the mutated Trygon's stomach, the corrosive plague mist was slowly seeping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could sense the Trygon mutating under the taint; its burrowing speed was slowing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the creature lacked a soul. Otherwise, the Godplague's effect would've been even worse—it might have keeled over before they got far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hang in there, little guy. We're almost there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Trygon gradually turn green, Eden began to worry it might collapse halfway, which meant he'd have to carry the cauldron himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed a vial of purifying agent into the beast's gullet to help counteract the plague's erosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Godplague didn't only harm the Trygon—it had also begun affecting Eden himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His flaming daemon-flesh body was being corroded both physically and spiritually, making him feel distinctly uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This stuff is terrifying…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped the black blood from his nose and chugged his own vial of purifying agent. \"No wonder it's Papa Nurgle's ace-in-the-hole. This is just the prototype, and it's already insane. What would the completed Godplague be like?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full version's lethality was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that this monstrous bioweapon had fallen into his hands, it was his enemies who should fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's timing in attacking the Plague Factory had been perfect—he'd struck during the final distillation phase of the Godplague, then froze the substance in a stasis field locked in both time and space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, he had the mutated Trygon swallow the entire thing and masked its presence with blackstone technology to avoid pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next step was to find a suitable place to store the artifact cauldron of Nurgle and complete the Godplague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn't going to be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nurgle cauldron required a chaotic environment to operate, along with large quantities of corrupted warp energy to continue brewing. And then, of course, it needed Primarch blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch blood wasn't a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seizing Fabius Bile's lab, Eden now had plenty—of all varieties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real challenge was creating a Chaos-saturated environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To create the necessary conditions, that damn fluttering moth (Mortarion) had built a massive corruption network to harvest and channel warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless lives had likely been sacrificed in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To build a similar network himself would cost Eden just as much. The issue of harvesting human souls alone was already problematic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No normal person would willingly sacrifice so many lives and souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden brooded over this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, he already had a plan—he just needed to test whether it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutated Trygon tunneled through layers of rock and entered a teleportation array, finally arriving in a hidden dimension filled with dark warp energy and blazing flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiously, despite being a Chaos realm within Vest, there was little sign of warp corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was because this place didn't belong to Nurgle. It was a newly developed, open-source Chaos network created by Black Abyss itself—offering greater freedom and compatibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the warp realm nestled between the material universe and the Warp veil with a mix of pride and awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His research and control over the Warp had advanced yet another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was all thanks to that fluttering moth's corruption engines and network architecture, which had granted him access to advanced dark construction techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To unravel and replicate those structures, he had invested nearly all his high-tier scientific personnel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Machine-Goddess\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaraphiston\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shapeshifting Healer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maou of the Daemon Research Institute\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Mechromancer Queen\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus tens of thousands of black-oil tech-priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the support of blackstone technology, Webway tech, and dark lore from Tzeentch's secret library, they had finally achieved a breakthrough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they constructed their own Chaos machine network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crucially, this network was not fueled by any Chaos God but was controlled by Diablo—the dark side of the Little Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ensured a degree of safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, their network was still minuscule compared to the sprawling corruption web fueled by Papa Nurgle—this one only covered a few dozen square kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't need to pull in a vast region like Ultramar into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you've finally arrived!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaraphiston and the Shapeshifting Healer rushed to greet him, eager to begin studying and perfecting the ultimate Chaos plague-virus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hrrrk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutated Trygon convulsed and regurgitated a massive blackstone-encased machine that shook the surrounding space slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the blackstone's reaction to the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And within that blackstone casing was none other than the artifact cauldron of Nurgle, sealed in a stasis field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech-priests dared not approach, instead using a daemon engine to move the artifact to a blazing furnace platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, they opened the blackstone shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gurgle… The cauldron finally emerged, spewing toxic fumes into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon engine immediately sparked with green lightning as its circuits and runes were corrupted, melting under twisted flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By Diablo! What kind of wretched poison is this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shapeshifting Healer was stunned—yet visibly thrilled. He loved researching plagues and cures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly realized: once completed, this plague would have no known antidote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague mist kept spreading—but was soon halted by the surrounding blackstone containment field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group finally exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The field wouldn't last long, but at least it bought them time for research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned to the Healer with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I leave this treasure in your hands. Don't let me down…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Healer bowed slightly, full of confidence. \"As you wish. We already have a plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make it fast—finish the Godplague before the Battle of Vest ends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded, setting a clear deadline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to finish this doomsday weapon fast—to hold back Nurgle's daemons, and because he feared Papa Nurgle might try to reclaim the artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, besides the Godplague, the cauldron itself was a priceless treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could withstand extreme temperatures without any damage and could contain volumes larger than an entire planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's right—hyperdimensional storage. A logistician's dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a shame the cauldron had been polluted for so long by Nurgle—cleansing it wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, it'd be great for soup or bathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe once the Goddess of Life was retrieved, she could purify it enough for a divine hot tub?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, Eden was determined to keep and repurpose this treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Nurgle had limited reach in realspace, this was one of His most beloved artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew what tricks He had up His sleeve to try and retrieve it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried, Eden ordered the tech-priests to set up more blackstone isolation modules and even deployed several large-scale holy ash bombs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just in case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Healer and his team donned multiple layers of special protective suits and began their analysis with advanced scanning equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Nurgle's daemons, who relied on mysticism…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The followers of the Savior and Diablo preferred science—with just a dash of ritualism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their view, things like sacred numerology and mystical numbers boiled down to timing, location, energy concentrations, dosages, and environmental conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things that could be measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to wait for the third or seventh great plague to descend. They just needed to calculate the required warp energy total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't need to stew the plague concoction for three years, three months, three days, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-three seconds either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was because Nurgle's daemon-flames were too weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here on Black Abyss, they had Diablo's dark-plasma ultrahigh-temperature reactors—capable of precise thermal control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That let them distill the formula far faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Way better than some soggy, rotting daemon firewood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shapeshifting Healer brimmed with confidence. Over the years, he had studied every plague he could find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All sourced from the plague-hoarding daemon Balur, a conniving greater daemon of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That included nearly all Nurgle daemon plague formulas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even some direct data from Papa Nurgle's personal recipe book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it had been compiled and analyzed by the Machine-Goddess into an organized scientific path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus was born the forbidden field of Plagueology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Healer? He was its founder and grandmaster—armed with every plague knowledge known across the galaxy and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My plague-crafting skills are second to none among the servants of Nurgle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So thought the Shapeshifting Healer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only things he lacked were time and raw materials. He didn't have the luxury of centuries to scour the galaxy for rare toxins and viral strains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To merge and refine them at his own pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he could stand on the shoulders of giants and reap the rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Healer stared into the cauldron, using a blackstone tong to extract impurities from the Godplague concentrate—rotting sandals, cracked skulls, and miscellaneous, indescribable viscera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Greater Daemon named Ku'gath had completely skipped the extraction process and dumped in all manner of irrelevant garbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Totally unprofessional!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Ku'gath did indeed possess immense plague-crafting talent, his methods were purely intuitive—driven by gut feeling and blind experimentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only succeeded thanks to the bottomless stockpiles of materials and corrupted warp energy stockpiled over millennia by Nurgle's followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were Eden's team doing it from scratch, they wouldn't have needed even half as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Healer didn't have an artifact cauldron or centuries of uninterrupted research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a millennia-scale undertaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, most of the work had already been done. He just needed to fine-tune the mix and enhance the potency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the Healer standing before the cauldron and felt a subtle, unnerving shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed deeply. \"That kid's a real Chaos talent…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowingly, the Healer had already begun to walk the path of \"Corruption and Decay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp wasn't as lawless as many believed. The Four Chaos Gods didn't just pop into existence—they arose from clear evolutionary paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was among the most critical knowledge Eden had unearthed from the Secret Library. It gave him a much deeper understanding of the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Corruption and Decay\" was one of eight godhood paths within the Aether domain of the Warp. Nurgle currently stood at the summit of that path, claiming the only divine seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't mean others couldn't walk it. They just couldn't reach the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh held dominion over:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mindless Slaughter\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hellstorm\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ecstatic Perception\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corruption and Decay\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That left four godpaths unclaimed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destructive Erosion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greedy Dissolution\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malicious Craft\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formless Distortion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashtorr had once advanced far along the path of Malicious Craft and had real potential for ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was now dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That path could soon fall to the Machine-Goddess or another dark-tech priest pushing the frontier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor—the prophesied Dark King—might one day claim Destructive Erosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That path symbolized the purest form of Chaos, terrifying and beyond reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It craved annihilation—transforming all matter to dust, erasing memory and meaning, driving relentlessly toward the end of all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or so the theory went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because at the center of those eight paths was a final, unknown domain: Primordial Destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the higher Chaos entities knew what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's mind raced through these revelations until the Healer's metallic voice interrupted his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Healer approached with a report. \"Just as you predicted, the plague concentrate is in its final phase.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfortunately, we don't have time to purify all the impurities. We'll have to concentrate it using higher temperatures.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next, we simply need to restart the artifact cauldron and add Primarch blood as a catalyst.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we'll get the Godplague you wanted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned. \"Restarting the cauldron takes massive amounts of corrupted warp energy. How are we going to source that much?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added sternly, \"And remember—no harming human beings with Chaos tech. No soul corruption either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" the Healer said solemnly. \"I never forget the Academy's teachings. We must always love and protect humanity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a top graduate of the Faithful Sons Academy. Even while dabbling in Chaos tech, his moral foundation remained intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he hadn't pledged allegiance to any Chaos God. He served the Savior and Diablo—his mind wasn't warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there was some corruption, it was from the Savior and Diablo, not enough to push him into human-hating madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, it was fair to say that Eden's followers—light-side or dark-side—had a higher moral standard than most of the Imperium. At least they weren't slaughtering or exterminating en masse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden even suspected that some nutcases in the Imperium had been influenced by the \"Destructive Erosion\" concept from the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fifth Chaos God. E-Daemon. Not baseless rumors after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity was teetering on the edge, but fortunately, it had thick enough skin to endure a little madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden learned how the Healer and Zaraphiston planned to gather the necessary corrupted energy: by tapping into Nurgle's corruption network—siphoning off existing warp energy using webway extractors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basically, they were illegally jacking warp juice from Vest's corruption core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this might alert Nurgle's forces. They could trace the energy flow and come to retrieve the artifact cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, Eden's forces still held the upper hand in firepower. It wasn't too risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approved the plan. The black-oil tech-priests immediately got to work diverting warp energy from the network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark plasma super-furnace roared to life. Unnatural warp energy wrapped around the cauldron, and the plague brew resumed boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much corruption meant the blackstone shielding couldn't fully mask the cauldron's presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion, Orks, and Tyranids had all converged at key defense nodes, bracing for a counterattack from Nurgle's forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several tech-priests carefully hauled a container to the furnace. Inside were samples of blood from twelve different Primarchs—and trace gene-essence from the Emperor's own blood fingerprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These would serve as catalysts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Eden's own blood, being a \"bootleg Primarch,\" he didn't include it—he feared side effects or unexpected mutations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was quite eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very soon, he'd have a Godplague more potent than any holy ash bomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that could kill Primarchs and daemons alike. Maybe even wound a Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, it would give them diarrhea—like slipping a Chaos God a hyper-concentrated laxative!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy ash bombs only worked on daemons, but the Godplague? It could hurt anything with a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gave Eden a contingency weapon to counter corrupted Primarchs or alien horrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was one-time-use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Warp-age nuke—the Chaos version of an ultimate weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was just a question of how many doses they could distill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pondered whether Papa Nurgle would cough up blood when He realized what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, He'd just lost His prized cauldron and plague ingredients gathered over ten millennia—a colossal L.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One way or another, the cauldron and the plague were staying with him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's burning daemon-flesh hovered midair, alert for any surprises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd sunk a huge investment into this project. If something went wrong now, he'd lose sleep for decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These final hours are always the hardest…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't worried about Greater Daemons—holy ash bombs could block them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What worried him was Nurgle's creeping corruption… and Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the corrupted warp network empowering him, Mortarion was at his strongest on Vest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in a neutral setting, he'd once beaten Guilliman wielding the Emperor's sword in a straight-up duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Mortarion followed the energy trail to reclaim the cauldron and Godplague… it would be a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden might not be able to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he waited tensely, eyes fixed on the unknown void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now it all depends on Big G. Let's hope he can keep the Death Lord busy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd given Guilliman some help, so hopefully the Primarch could hold out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he didn't perform too consistently, everything would fall into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Advantage Is Mine…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Few Dozen Minutes Earlier, Hidden Within the Corruption Network—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Primarchs faced off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As was tradition, they exchanged pre-battle trash talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regent Guilliman ignited the Emperor's sword, holy flame reflecting off his resolute face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at his fallen brother. \"Mortarion, you rely too much on foul sorcery. You were never a real swordsman…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion sneered. \"Your boasting is still as lame as ever. Hasn't anyone told you I've changed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My essence surpasses yours. I wield powers beyond your comprehension. And you? You're still the same fool, rejecting the Warp…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've become what you once hated, Chaos slave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ignorant fool! You'll fall beneath my feet, consumed by Chaos's tide!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion roared. The duel between blood-bonded brothers was about to erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes locked—two warriors who once fought side by side ten thousand years ago, now united only by the desire to destroy each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman raised his sword and blocked the incoming warp-blade, lunging at his corrupted kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, just as expected…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch who was always slow to sense warp traps stepped right into another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\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>",2868,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","88637223569a6dbd39619b35608cd18a0985803d86b616da18984a09176dc8d4","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-444","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-442",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]