[{"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-449":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},1681319,2147,"Chapter 449 - 450: Nurgle: No… Did the Savior Just Cuck Me to My Face?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-449",449,"\u003Cp>In an instant, a surge of uncontrollable rage boiled up within Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he had risked everything to break into Slaanesh's realm and fight for the Goddess of Life—just to rescue her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he had placed her carefully within his own domain, constantly watching over her, gently offering her the finest plague-broths in all the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garden where she was kept was a forbidden zone, a sacred sanctuary that no being was allowed to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet now—someone had trespassed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoever it is… whoever dares defile that sanctuary and profane the Goddess of Life… shall suffer a death most agonizing…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle wanted to annihilate the intruder who dared overstep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind quickly ran through the possibilities:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could be Slaanesh, sending a champion or a Keeper of Secrets to reclaim the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe it was Khorne, sending a Greater Daemon in for a slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again—it could be a full human invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague Lord trembled, his fury tinged with dread. No matter who it was, it meant danger for the garden—and for the Goddess herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, after all, symbolized purity and life, and possessed little combat ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fear not, my dear Goddess of Life… under the shield of decay, none can harm you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's will burned with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while fending off enemies in battle, he summoned forth the foul energies surrounding the garden, willing forth new thorns and plague-vines to protect her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the area around the garden had already been scoured clean by the Godplague and the Terror Legion—almost no unclean energies remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the vines that sprang forth were especially fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those sickly tendrils slithered toward the garden, only to be swiftly obliterated by Grey Knights—high as hell on the \"special meal\" they'd just eaten—wielding sanctified relics and weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's corrupt sorceries had failed. He froze, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it wasn't just humanity's exorcist legions that attacked the vines—even the flora of the Life Garden itself resisted the incursion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was a defense mechanism born from instinct—or maybe the Goddess sensed danger and lashed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, it made Nurgle more anxious than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Black Fortress, in that realm of higher dimensions and abstract warfare, the battle still raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having absorbed the Godplague, Nurgle was no longer the ragged wreck he once was—he had grown even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne and Tzeentch, too, had recovered from the plague's effects, now attacking with renewed fury. The battle reached a fever pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nurgle's attention was elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a moment between attacks, he grew a wall of rotting trees to stall his foes, and focused all his senses toward the Life Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his first time forcefully peering into the sanctuary—he had to know what was happening, whether the Goddess had been harmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw stunned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unexpected figure—Humanity's Hope, the Primarch Savior—was walking calmly through the winding garden path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who wielded the power of cursed divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, a being of the Imperium—a people who bore immense hatred for all xenos and gods, especially xenos gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he would try to destroy the Goddess. The Primarch was practically a god himself, and armed with forbidden weapons—he could do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior continued walking, step by step, toward the innermost grove—toward where the Goddess of Life resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on a swing, crying softly, delicate and radiant, waiting—for salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's rotting heart twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued a command: summon all nearby Nurgle daemons! They must rescue the Goddess!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—the unexpected happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess seemed to notice the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gasped in surprise—then smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a smile Nurgle had never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—before his horrified eyes—she leapt from the swing and threw herself into the Savior's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Nurgle felt something shatter inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A realization dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Savior had known the Goddess all along. Perhaps this was all planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come not to kill her—but to take her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did this happen?! Why didn't I sense any of it?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Nurgle's skin turned from green to red and back again, like a volcano ready to blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the garden, the Savior and the Goddess of Life held each other tightly, lightning crashing in the background—the tension thick enough to cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their lips neared…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior suddenly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head—toward Nurgle's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they were staring right at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smug, arrogant, defiant glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face-to-face cuck*lding. A naked provocation. (Nurgle just got NTR'ed!!!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He donned the Mask of Agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red and green steam fumed from his bloated body as his killing intent exploded skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savio—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't even finish the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive blood-drenched axe crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You stinking pile of rot! How dare you space out during a God War?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne was furious, cleaving through Nurgle's rotten defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That monstrous axe sheared through with fury, biting deep into Nurgle's bloated flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch—the scheming bastard—followed up with a long-prepared spellstrike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A multicolored inferno engulfed Nurgle, searing his green flesh. Barbed tendrils stabbed into weak points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What stunned them was that Nurgle—enraged beyond reason—did nothing to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the full brunt of the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SQUAWK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch's avian form twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a flicker of the future and a wave of dread washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and tried to flee—wings flapping desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CORRUPT! DIE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a frenzy, Nurgle seized the Blue Bird and poured every ounce of rage into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blow carried raw essence of corruption—attacks that struck the very core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SQUAWK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, the Great Schemer was slammed into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Festering wounds marred his body. His once-lustrous wings were torn, and his morphing head let out shrill, broken screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Khorne was briefly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, what kind of grudge is that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, Tzeentch had trolled Nurgle one too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn this fate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch cursed as he was pummelled again and again, even his essence now stained and wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why always him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a three-way war among Chaos Gods—Khorne fought the hardest, took the frontlines, and yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only he kept getting injured!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's every attack landed only on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt bullied. Victimized. Singled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All because of that damn Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Tzeentch realized this was all connected to that meddling Primarch, his sense of grievance deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the storm of fists didn't last forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After temporarily pushing back his foes, Nurgle found an opening—and reached toward the Life Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess was his!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior… must die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Garden of Life…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've kept my promise. I've come to save you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden released the soft, floral-scented form from his embrace, looking down at the delicate and teary-eyed Goddess of Life—Isha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're free now. No one will ever cage you again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the perfect time to gain favor—and it wasn't a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent over half a century preparing for this—maybe even longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was strong enough to match her in essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden would save her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would protect her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would build her a bigger, better, safer paradise to live in—one where she could exist without fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha listened to his words, tears falling like pearls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless centuries of captivity and pain… her salvation had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at him—handsome, resolute, brilliant—and found herself mesmerized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks flushed red as she closed her eyes and leaned forward for a kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips met something cold and metallic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Eden had raised a finger—his armored gauntlet, complete with hooked barbs—right in front of her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wagged it solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No time for drama. Go pack your stuff—crystal tears, relics, rare plants, whatever. We need to move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were still in extreme danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent and the armies were still standing guard outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was not the time for some passionate lovers' scene straight out of a trashy romance novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this turned into a tragedy, that would be a real problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially considering this Goddess of Life, who had survived through countless ages, surely had all kinds of priceless treasures. It would be a waste to leave them behind—he'd need that loot to replenish his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they were out of danger, well... he could \"handle things\" however he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm… mm!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha finally snapped out of her daze, nodded, then pressed her snow-white hands together in front of her chest, radiating a faint green glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With divine life energy, vines stretched out from the garden, gathering glimmering tear-crystals, ancient alchemical artifacts, and rare plant seeds—all of it packed into pitcher plant-like organisms for transport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could finish packing everything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha suddenly whimpered in alarm and clung tightly to the Savior's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden also felt the terrifying gaze fall upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned with her, looking toward the source—and faintly saw the outline of the Black Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle. The Plague Father had turned his attention toward the Garden of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a wave of unshakable fear rose in Eden's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, Nurgle was one of the most powerful beings in existence. Eden had no way to fight him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, the Plague Lord couldn't just abandon the god-battle in progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Eden could escape the garden in time, he'd reach a zone Nurgle couldn't easily reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All right. We're leaving. Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grasped Isha's hand tightly and rushed toward the edge of the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time for hesitation—this had to be fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time in the Warp was unstable—no telling when the divine war might end. It could be centuries… or moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Nurgle really did end the battle early just to chase him down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be game over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Isha reached the garden's exit—but he suddenly stopped and shielded her with his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A suffocating terror fell from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SAVIOR!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's roar thundered across the realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick yellow clouds parted as a rotting giant hand plunged from the heavens into the garden's sky. The light dimmed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh f**k. Here comes the damn cuckolded demon himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's body went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could clearly see the rotted texture of the hand, the oozing pus, the writhing maggots crawling within the flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—this was no projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a literal strike from a Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the most terrifying assault he had ever faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the Garden of Life withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lush greenery turned to muck, the ground becoming a decaying swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even outside the garden, the corruption spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Imperial psykers who had glimpsed the shadow of that rotten hand suddenly collapsed, overloaded by psychic feedback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even hardened Astartes were frozen in place by sheer dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Lord Regent of the Imperium, Roboute Guilliman himself, felt the god's overwhelming presence and struggled to stay composed as he lit the Emperor's Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew—this was an unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, hordes of Nurgle's daemons were pouring in—far more numerous than their own forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seventh Brotherhood, prepare for battle—for the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Master Corwin shouted, his tone heavy with grim resolve… but also a hint of exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the presence of the Emperor and the Savior himself, the Grey Knights had finally met their destined foe—vowing to destroy every last blight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha looked up at the massive corrupted attack bearing down and felt a wave of despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such immense power… how could she and Eden possibly survive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she'd have to stay behind after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, she was more concerned for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden… you should go—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you I'd get you out of here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gently reassured her and looked up at the hand, eyes unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't come all this way to leave empty-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly—he had prepared for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor himself had nearly lost patience waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew the Emperor was eager—but told him to wait a bit longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until things really got dangerous, there would be no reckless reveals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at the final moment would he play his trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rotting breath struck the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's hateful gaze locked onto Eden, voice dripping with menace:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have defiled a god. You shall suffer eternal death. Your soul will rot in this soil, tortured for all time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You picked the wrong guy to mess with, Plague Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped forward boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Nurgle's true form were in front of him, sure, he'd be scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just a hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could handle that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew his power sword and lit it up, standing firm before the descending hand like an unshakable wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he slashed it forward—launching a psychic marker into the sky:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FIRE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph. This is your attack?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle sneered as the tiny psychic light touched his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such a pitiful spark… and you think to resist a god?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even as he spoke, he felt it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura of cursed energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warhead Eden had been preparing for over half a century launched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blinding white missile, ten meters long—the Holy Ash Bomb: Tsar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It locked onto the psychic beacon and screamed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRAKOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tsar smashed through layers of Warp corruption and directly hit Nurgle's rotting hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A radiant divine sun exploded into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It expanded outward, engulfing the corrupted appendage, searing away rot and filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noxious clouds evaporated. For the first time in centuries, the Warp sky turned to daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a faint image of the Emperor could be seen in the blazing light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO! MY HAND!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's pupils shrank. He had no chance to dodge—the cursed energy was already consuming him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agonizing heat licked up his rotting fingers, dissolving pus and flesh alike. Even the bone turned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse—it didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine light spread along the arm, racing toward the core of his essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate to stop the cursed energy, Nurgle summoned his foulest power—pitting corruption against purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pus rained down like waterfalls. The fog grew thick with foulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing could stop the burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm was vanishing, consumed bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost his hand—and half his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound wouldn't heal anytime soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the light of that divine sun didn't stop there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It obliterated the entire vanguard of Nurgle's daemon army—those who had charged in so proudly were vaporized on impact, reduced to shrieking cinders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of corrupted zones were purged clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…It's over already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corwin blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grey Knights and Imperial troops had just formed up—and now… it was done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You get what you pay for. Worth every throne. Long live the Tsar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lowered his blackened visor, surveying the now-radiant battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Savior's strongest weapon to date. The others were still charging—not even ready to deploy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had done its job perfectly—utterly destroying a Chaos God's physical hand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… this isn't over!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's sickened voice rasped again, even more furious than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could act—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne and Tzeentch tackled him back into the god-battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another violent round of divine warfare erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weakened by the cursed weapon, Nurgle could no longer break free from their combined assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… Isha… I will find you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at their retreating backs, murmuring his promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corruption would follow them. Forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ignored the threat—and casually flipped off the Black Fortress with a middle finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Chaos Gods had drowned humanity in blood—they were unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't yet have the strength to destroy them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one day…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would end it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every last enemy of mankind would be punished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll need to disguise yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the immediate danger cleared, Eden turned to Isha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This elven-like goddess would need to hide her form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Guilliman and the high command knew of her, having her prance around openly would draw too much attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was not the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha obeyed, cloaking herself in a soft green hooded robe, clinging close to Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they returned to the Imperial front lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman gave him a knowing look—was that her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden simply nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to explain. Some things didn't need words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was feeling good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mission was half done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had rescued the Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now came the hard part—getting out of Nurgle's realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still needed to light a fire or two on the way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't champagne time just yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something told him the road back wouldn't be smooth—especially with Slaanesh lurking in the wings.\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>",2761,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","48c7a509080816540170aeedee7725b40ed68301d3328485cf533746561ea8b0","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-450","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-448",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]