[{"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-450":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},1681320,2147,"Chapter 450 451: Savior: Damn, They're Coming Straight for Me?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-450",450,"\u003Cp>Black Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God and the Changer of Ways had sealed off all the exits to the outside world. Crimson volcanoes and multicolored flames roared with furious intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn't fair… I am the Lord of Decay, the God of Rebirth…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle, now reduced to a pitiful figure, had suffered a barrage of brutal blows. He watched helplessly as the Goddess of Life departed alongside the Savior. His heart sank into despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why… why did I lose to that Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior was merely a lesser god. In every regard—divine authority, strength, even attitude—he was superior. Yet he had lost completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't even compete!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time since Nurgle had ascended to the ranks of high gods that he'd suffered such a grievous defeat and humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was falling into depression. For once, he had taken things seriously… and the Savior made him lose so thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why… just why?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you stink, you're ugly, and you're the most disgusting existence in the entire universe! Gahahahahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways avoided the plagues and poisons, morphing into a massive black raven perched atop a towering dead tree, mocking Nurgle with wild abandon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single ounce of respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had personally witnessed a fellow Chaos God being reduced to a clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dramatic scene delighted the god of chaos and mischief to no end. Even the pain from his earlier beating now seemed trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways recorded the moment, turning it into a vivid illustrated epic—lively, exaggerated, and full of flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That book would be placed within the Hidden Library and become part of the eternal knowledge of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story of the Plague God, the Goddess of Life, and the Savior would be passed down forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even projected his masterpiece out for everyone to admire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ultimate insult caused Nurgle's mental defenses to shatter further. His hatred boiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Changer of Ways didn't care. Their divine authorities were fundamentally opposed. Reconciliation was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All in all, the war had been worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had helped guide events and harvested vast amounts of chaotic, discordant energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had gone according to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, except for the unexpected beating he took—but that too was, in a way, part of the plan. Harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had influenced the future, and that change would feed the Crystal Labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the true beneficiary of this war!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Changer of Ways thought. Every injury he'd suffered from the Plague God would be compensated—and only made him stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then sensed the surging Bloodshadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of War had grown more powerful too. After all, war and slaughter were his very source of strength. And fighting powerful beings brought immense dividends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the play wasn't over yet. The Garden of Nurgle hadn't even started burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways noticed even more shifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trickster god couldn't help but burst into laughter at the thought of what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gahahahahahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jet-black raven shrieked at the sky, its voice dripping with pure, savage mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But halfway through the laughter—bonk!—he vanished with a squawk. Black feathers rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways had been swatted away by a rancid wooden ladle hurled by Nurgle, taking even more damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garden of Nurgle — Withered Woodlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial army advanced swiftly, aiming to retrace their route out of the Garden of Nurgle and reenter realspace through a Chaos network node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent of the Imperium held the Emperor's Sword in hand. His resolute face remained on alert, wary of a sudden attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced to the side, at the Savior and the Goddess of Life, and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That xenos goddess was nearly glued to his brother, whispering who-knows-what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This didn't sit right with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he should remind his brother to beware of deception or traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, gods of the Warp were masters of manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman gave a light cough, trying to find the right words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You alright, old Gil?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned his head away from his conversation with Isha, concern on his face. \"Perfect timing. I just got my hands on some of the Goddess of Life's healing medicine. It should help ease the toxins in your system.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wave of his hand, Eden used his psychic power to float over a vial of pale green liquid, filled with a potent life force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stared at it with a flicker of hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under his brother's expectant gaze, he ultimately drank it down. After all, Eden had already inspected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon consuming the potion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman felt the poisons within his body begin to fade. His body relaxed. The pain was nearly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the power of the Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the rotten poisons brewed by the corrupted Phoenix Lord were nothing in the face of her purifying power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even toxins from some forbidden artifact weapons—she could neutralize or even heal them entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Regent regain his health, Eden smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once we get out of here safely, we'll have her fully heal you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you. Both of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman nodded, letting it go for now. He'd find a better time to talk to Eden later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Eden didn't need the reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He actually found the Goddess of Life kind of annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was like a strange fusion of \"big sister\" and \"loli\" energy—a timeless elven goddess who'd been imprisoned for eons, cut off from all contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that she had someone who saved her, she clung to him, timid and desperate to not lose him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to top it off—she was a pure-hearted saint, a holy flower among weeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, on the other hand, was playing the role of a scumbag. Making promises, earning her affection… and looting all her stuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now \"safekeeping\" much of the Goddess of Life's treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With tears streaming down her cheeks, Isha tilted her head up to him and asked, \"Do you truly mean to save my children?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon escaping her prison, she'd immediately sensed the dire state of her people—the Aeldari. They were on the brink of extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh had fixed his gaze upon their souls, corrupting and consuming every spirit that hadn't found refuge in a soulstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their new god hadn't yet fully awakened. No one could protect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course!\" Eden replied without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha had helped him immensely, and many future plans required her aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, better to keep her happy for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, an alliance between the Imperium and the Aeldari was already the galaxy's trend. Even Yvraine, one of their leaders, had been exchanging flirtatious glances with Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the Aeldari—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Gil might still be a corpse, and the Imperium would've spiraled into irreversible darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the two endangered species were huddling together for warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they'd later split apart, wage war, or even annihilate each other—that was a question for another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't harbor blind hatred toward xenos. Nor did he seek their total extermination. What he wanted more… was conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless they refused to submit—then he'd kill them without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, lying low and building strength was the correct path. The strong shouldn't mind the existence of the weak—they needed someone to exploit, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they didn't cause trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, there were too many enemies in the Warp. He had to unite any forces he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beyond the galaxy… were even more terrifying threats, watching and waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human situation might look like it was improving, but the entire galaxy was charging toward the abyss. No one knew when the next fatal catastrophe would strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden accepted another of Isha's life artifacts, while silently worrying for the galaxy's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Plague War, the Chaos Gods might quiet down for a while. He had to use that time to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To build a foundation for humanity's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Isha grew anxious again, clinging tightly to the Savior's arm. Her soft snow-white chest was squished out of shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed a looming crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was this goddess so jumpy? Was she just using it as an excuse to cop a feel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew full well—he, the pure and noble Chosen of the God of Sensual Sin, was basically a walking incubus to some entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Slaanesh drooled over him. What's out of reach is always the most desirable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even wondered if Isha was playing him—maybe she wasn't a holy saint, but a master manipulator wrapped in purity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could resist that combo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Guilliman both felt the familiar presence of a Chaos being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surprised to see me, brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's cold voice echoed forth, tinged with unconcealed excitement. \"I'm back—and stronger than ever. Perhaps I should thank you both for that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corrupted Primarch's aura was now far more potent. He felt invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the chaos in Nurgle's garden and Isha's escape, the Plague God desperately needed stronger warriors to restore balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Nurgle granted Mortarion an abundance of blessings and divine authority—far beyond what he'd originally promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short—though Mortarion lost, he got more rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now his corrupt energies surged wildly. He could even harness the full power of Nurgle's Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at his peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bong— the death knell rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've already used your only weapon capable of defeating me. Now, nothing can threaten me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion raised both hands high. Sorcery and dark power swept forth. The corrupted plants within the garden went berserk—growing, merging, transforming—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—into horrific bioweapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's daemons surged down the path cleared by the writhing plants, charging toward the Imperial forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You all go ahead—I'll hold him off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent ignited the Emperor's Sword and charged straight toward the Death Lord—undaunted and unwavering!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The appearance of Mortarion meant reinforcements were imminent. The Plague Father would surely unleash all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to stall them—for the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's Hand of Dominion launched all of its sacred ash grenades, enveloping Mortarion, and followed with a fierce sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, he's yours!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't hesitate. He spun on his heels and ran, dragging the Goddess of Life toward the exit. No point in second-guessing now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after only a few strides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's body came flying back, crashing into the ground and carving out a massive crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you—you are no match for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion hovered in mid-air, spectral vines tethering him to the Garden of Nurgle itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was the garden. To fight him was to fight Nurgle's very essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power gap was overwhelming. Even a Primarch had no chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion sneered, \"You weaklings cannot escape me. Hand over the Goddess of Life, kneel, and accept the gift of rot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned his gaze to Eden. \"As for you—you must die. That is the Father's decree.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slave of Chaos! Dream on!\" Guilliman roared, picking himself up and swinging his sword once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion easily blocked the strike and kicked him away in contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Gil… maybe time for another hit of meds?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden used his psychic power to lift the battered Guilliman, who was drenched in Chaotic energy and bleeding heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't too worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent was doing fine—just warming up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm alright,\" Guilliman wiped the blood from his lips and downed another batch of healing and purifying elixirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright?\" Mortarion laughed coldly. \"Your struggle is meaningless. No matter how many times you try, the result is the same. Even your father—that decaying, rotting skeleton—can't save you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat with venom, \"He's a failure, a pathetic prisoner who can't even move a finger. One day, I'll march to that wretched throne, spit on his bones, and crush them underfoot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion radiated overwhelming power as he mocked both the Regent and the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortarion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden called out suddenly, eyeing the Death Lord with a strange mix of emotion—even pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion remained proud, but that look enraged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you pathetic poser, are you so eager to die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem. I just wanted to remind you… your dad can hear you right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic flickered across Mortarion's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This corrupted Primarch had never truly shaken the weight of paternal authority—whether from his xenos foster father, the Emperor, or now Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always obeyed the command of a father figure, even if he denied it outwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His betrayal had stemmed from despair. When he was caught in Nurgle's illusions and corruption, the Emperor never came to save him like before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt abandoned—so, to save the Death Guard, he accepted the plague and gained a new \"father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what if he hears me? The False Emperor is nothing but a pile of bones,\" Mortarion muttered, a flash of shame in his eyes. \"He can't do anything. He can't save anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman slowly raised his head. His armor hummed with life. Arcane machinery accelerated within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed with pure white light, and the plague taint burned off his flesh. His heart beat anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Armor of Fate began to self-repair in a miraculous transformation. Cables reconnected, trim gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light poured out of every seam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A column of light erupted from the rotten earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent rose within it. Two radiant wings of light spread from his back. In his hands, the Emperor's Sword blazed like the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My father spoke to me. He granted me his power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stared down at Mortarion. \"Did he not say anything to you, my fallen brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cursed light was so intense that Mortarion had to shield his eyes. His voice trembled, \"…Father?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the fallen Primarch looked like a child caught committing an unforgivable sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's voice thundered with divine authority:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am his son. His champion. I am the Son of Vengeance. I wield his divine might.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, watching Guilliman fully lit up with divine effects, was thrilled. \"Yes! Here it is—the classic scene! Time to burn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he hoped, the Emperor had empowered Guilliman at the crucial moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The land around them began to churn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… It can't be! Why is he here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Black Fortress, the conflict among the Chaos Gods halted instantly. Three small portals opened—gods peered through them, watching in uneasy silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tension rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor's divine power could freely appear in the Warp, it would be a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me… Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion retreated in fear. The fallen Primarch trembled before that presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman advanced step by step, his voice no longer human. \"You destroyed everything you could've become. But you are just a monstrous victim. Father says you can still return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I will never forgive you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HEAR ME!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's voice exploded across the field. Flames roared from his sword, burning space itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Roboute Guilliman! The last loyal son of the Emperor! I am the destroyer of all enemies of Mankind!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the Emperor's Sword high. Flame surged like tidal waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It devoured everything. Corruption was burned away. Nurgle's daemons shrieked and died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Something's off…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned as he looked at the blazing Regent. \"Wasn't this supposed to burn the garden? That fire's… kinda small. Barely stronger than the Tsar Bomba. Maybe even weaker?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Divine Core back at the Savior's realm have overdrawn the Emperor's power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't seem likely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, His wrath was huge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden dug deeper—and finally realized the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor hadn't possessed Guilliman. He had simply granted him a powerful blessing—like what Nurgle had done for Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power and authority, not direct control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap clap clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portals in the Black Fortress slammed shut. The Chaos Gods understood now, and relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a big deal. They could continue their war. The vortex of warp energy resumed its swirl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning Withered Woodlands\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You cannot escape!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman slashed down, severing Mortarion's rotting wings and following with a strike to his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the portal closed, Nurgle had granted Mortarion one last boost—to keep him from dying immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was the limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He didn't come himself. You can't kill me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion gritted his teeth, barely holding on. Still stubborn: \"I told you. He's just a prisoner. He can't move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as the False Emperor didn't show up, he still had hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the two Primarchs dueled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden led the core forces, escorting the Goddess of Life toward the outskirts of the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was puzzled. \"Wasn't the Emperor in a rush? Why isn't he burning this place down?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A greater threat loomed, one that required Him to conserve power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, whether He possessed Guilliman or descended through the Divine Core—it required immense, one-time energy expenditure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's thoughts turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor didn't possess Guilliman, then the only option left was the Divine Core. He wasn't sure it would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was theoretically viable—but had never been used in practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly gave orders to Carter and the Thunder Warrior Champions: guard the Divine Core at all costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their last trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Eden finished the transmission—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a familiar, terrifying presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The perverse god of debauchery, indulgence, and unashamed lust turned his gaze upon them—greedy and unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped protectively in front of the trembling Goddess of Life. \"That damn perv just won't give up. Still wants to take her back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because all of Slaanesh's attention locked onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drooling. Visibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no. He's coming for ME!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Activate the Divine Core! NOW! IMMEDIATELY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden panicked. He was still inside the Warp. If Slaanesh got a hold of him, he'd be whipped alongside Isha and Fulgrim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Core refused to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Nurgle's corruption had damaged it. Or maybe the machine spirit was just… pissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn't ignite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really? This is how I lose my mind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood there, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then looked up…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…and saw a muscular, completely naked Emperor floating in the air above him.\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>",3028,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","0eb7bc6d850f3c5bc8069a52ca5de2f9df803e23aaaf59d633c5c60f35d9ea15","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-551","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-449",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]