[{"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-453":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},1681123,2147,"Chapter 453 454 – The Savior: A Heavy Fist to Strike, Beat Him Down!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-453",453,"\u003Cp>When that mighty figure appeared before him, Mortarion stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years had passed. He thought he might face that presence with more courage now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his body instinctively urged obedience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bond of blood—he had never truly broken free of his father's authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Emperor appeared, the fallen Primarch, the Lord of Death, fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even forgot to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortarion, my son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor stood before the fallen Primarch. His unnatural voice brimmed with coldness, though a trace of disappointment and anger remained in his gaze:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why have you become like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, he would never have spoken such words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under the Savior's influence, the Emperor of Mankind had become more emotionally expressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This warmth constantly clashed with the cold divinity, always threatening to vanish at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, I…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion choked up, and tears unexpectedly welled in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time the Emperor had ever called him \"son,\" not any other title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was being addressed as a father, not a ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion didn't know how to answer. How could he explain his fall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp energy surged within him, triggering illusions of his life before corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visions of Nurgle's threats and coercion filled his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard endured unspeakable torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trapped in isolation on Barbarus, struggling in the agony of failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, Mortarion felt that same despair, helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had come to save him—not even his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It wasn't what I wanted… I didn't fall willingly…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's face contorted with anguish and grief, and even a tinge of hatred appeared in his eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My sons were suffering. There was no other way—I had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one came to help me. No one! Not even you, my hypocritical father!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only you had—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, a psychic slap landed across his face, knocking out his jagged, twisted teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Coward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, at some point, had grabbed Mortarion and delivered several more slaps in rapid succession:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is your reason for betrayal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A selfish and cowardly excuse. Your will was weak, your loyalty to humanity faltered, and you didn't even have the courage to raise your sword against the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You disappoint me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I didn't!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion clutched his face, utterly pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit a nerve. He tried to flee, transforming into a swirling yellow mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't get far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his brother's condition, the Emperor grew even more furious, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of divine light began to gather—he was preparing to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor... drew his belt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion was struck again and again by paternal wrath, letting out blood-curdling howls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corrupted limbs and black wings were ripped apart and purified, his entire body bloodied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman watched, his heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how you looked at it, watching your brother get beaten with a belt—so violently that it snapped—was more than a little unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he'd done nothing wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when their father had become so overwhelmingly powerful, there was almost no hope of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the time when Lorgar had been forced to kneel by the Emperor before his very eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, had the Emperor not been bound to the Golden Throne and the Webway, he could have suppressed all the Primarchs and prevented the Heresy from ever happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, far away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He—He was supposed to be imprisoned on the Golden Throne! Why is he here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim, the fallen Phoenix, panicked and ran for his life, completely abandoning his usual grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as his makeup ran, he didn't dare pause to fix it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their betrayal, the Primarchs still feared facing the Emperor—except for Horus, once the Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why was Fulgrim fleeing so frantically?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew full well—if the Emperor saw what he'd become, his fate would be worse than Mortarion's!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he fled, heading straight for Slaanesh's palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place was no longer safe. Not even the Prince of Pleasure could protect him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>AAHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion screamed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim flinched. Tears almost welled up—he truly felt a \"there but for the grace of the gods go I\" kind of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran even faster, cursing that he didn't have more legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman looked up. The Emperor had silently appeared before him, eyes glowing with white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard. \"Father?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch quickly reviewed everything he'd done, wondering if he was about to get smacked too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's fury hadn't subsided. His voice was still filled with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman reflexively handed over the Holy Sword—which had originally belonged to the Emperor anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he watched his father approach the fallen Mortarion, sword in hand. There was killing intent in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's heart tightened. He wanted to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Regent of the Imperium. He had no right to plead for a fallen brother, no authority to interfere with his father's actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion, covered in injuries, could barely stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy energy scorched his body, purging all signs of corruption. He looked like a plucked chicken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the Warp corruption inside him had already been burned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His twisted thoughts were beginning to clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched the Emperor approach, sword in hand, he was overwhelmed with remorse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was almost inaudible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted, Mortarion collapsed to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the father he once knew, his memories flashing through his mind. He wanted to speak again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked as if he were awaiting execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he truly regretted it all—and no longer wished to live as a traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chaos would not let him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black fortress's gates flew open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague God would not abandon a Primarch. Nurgle had invested too much in this son to allow him to be lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp corruption surged forth, grabbing Mortarion, trying to drag him back into the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fortress was the very heart of corruption—the Cursed One couldn't yet destroy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Mortarion entered, he would be beyond salvation—a slave to pestilence forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion panicked, crying out in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he entered that door, he would never be free again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor acted. The golden Holy Sword fell like a descending sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cleaved through Nurgle's outstretched hand, erupting with blinding energy, searing the diseased flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unnatural hand was severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cursed One!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle howled. His right hand was already wounded—now his left was maimed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne and Tzeentch took the chance to grab him and drag him deep into the fortress, giving him a vicious beatdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the Emperor looked in their direction, the depths of the black fortress immediately went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Cursed One couldn't enter, the Chaos Gods dared not provoke him further, fearing he might actually show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor did not pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this form of his couldn't penetrate to the fortress's core, nor could he face three Chaos Gods at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion knelt, not daring to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet something stirred in his heart—the Emperor had saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he didn't intend to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the Emperor had abandoned that idea. Mortarion still had a chance at redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For humanity, any Primarch was an immense asset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for their personal power—but for the military forces they could rally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was now bound to the Warp, but the Primarchs could still traverse both the galaxy and the immaterium freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rationally speaking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fallen Primarch who could be saved and returned to the Imperium wouldn't just weaken Chaos—it could give humanity precious breathing room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transformation since Guilliman's return had proven this beyond doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, reintegrating a fallen Primarch into the Imperium would not be easy. Perhaps there were other ways he could still serve mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor stared down at Mortarion, issuing a silent warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay here. Behave. Or else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Emperor vanished, leaving only the kneeling, penitent Lord of Death behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the threat gone, Mortarion dared not flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman tried to say something but saw that the Emperor had already rushed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent of the Imperium sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to look at Mortarion. The two Primarchs stared at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent of the Imperium swung a heavy punch. A good ol' brotherly love beatdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Purple Mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! Where the hell did the Emperor go?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was starting to panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was bound to a torture rack in a rather provocative pose, every muscle on his body exuding raw power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be said—the Prince of Pleasure really understood bondage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, the Goddess of Life, Isha, was also restrained, tears streaming down her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could only watch helplessly as the dark god tortured the Savior right in front of her, utterly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure, sensing the arrival of the Cursed One, didn't flee immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too greedy, the Dark Prince sought to drag both the Savior and the Goddess of Life back to His palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already half-succeeded. The essence of desire, embodied in mist, was nearly out of Nurgle's garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as He returned to His domain, not even the Cursed One could touch Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your hope is in vain…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince's hand traced across the Savior's body, savoring the long-coveted flesh and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't wait to indulge in it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whip of thorns lashed across the Savior's back, leaving deep marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of it marred Eden's appearance—on the contrary, it added a tragic charm to his already striking figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd expected the lash to bring searing pain, but instead, it felt... euphoric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more thrilling than any illusion he'd ever experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Prince of Pleasure's whip did inflict pain and corruption—but Eden, already a dual-aspect being with a special soul and shadow, was unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All negative energy was absorbed, leaving only unfiltered pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few lashes, not only had he thoroughly enjoyed it, but his shadow power had also increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A free upgrade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, why'd you stop?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at the embodiment of galactic seduction before him and swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then quickly switched back to his proud, defiant tone: \"Anyone watching might think the Savior couldn't take it. Keep going! I will never yield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha watched as the Savior endured torment for her sake, heartbroken and moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And promptly broke down crying again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't much of a fighter, nor particularly strong-willed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure halted, growing increasingly furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed something was off—this Savior seemed to have more endurance than even a Primarch, and he possessed some devouring trait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the pleasure-infused warp energies had no effect. Everything He gave had been absorbed for free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short—He'd been robbed blind, right before His eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a humiliation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, this devouring trait had limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Dark Prince kept pushing, the flood of corrupt pleasure energy would overwhelm Eden's threshold, fully corrupting him—turning him into a true champion of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would become the strongest of all His servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince ceased His corruption, not wanting to waste more power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Eden and issued a threat:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know what you're thinking. Your salvation will never come. Soon, we'll be back in the realm of ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, every Daemonette will torment you, and I shall personally drag you into the abyss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince wouldn't just send his generals—He would take matters into His own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any follower of the Emperor, that was the vilest blasphemy imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although, for certain Slaaneshi cultists, it might be considered a reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before their fall, they'd experience every physical delight, fulfilling all fantasies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's the terrifying seduction of the Prince of Pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the nobles and warriors of the Imperium struggled to resist that temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let alone the average human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine it—everything on your hard drive brought to life, ready for your command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could live any dream, become anyone—noble, artist, or even a different gender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You'd reach the pinnacle of your skills and passions, granted every desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And you could stay in that pleasure realm for a hundred years… a thousand… forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All for the low cost of your soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the pain and torment? That comes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Imperium wasn't short on suffering either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with time, that suffering would be twisted into a new form of ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It balances out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First comes pure bliss—then pain mixed with pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that temptation didn't work on the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he got it all for free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, everything the Dark Prince offered? Eden could already do in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just didn't want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—he could no longer refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realm of pleasure was almost beyond the Garden of Nurgle. Once it crossed the threshold, not even the Emperor could catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd be dragged into the Prince's bedchamber and corrupted thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Goddess of Life would meet an even crueler fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like it's time to gamble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's expression grew grim. Quietly, he began to gather power, ready to brawl with the Prince of Pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shadow half, Diablo, wasn't to be underestimated. At the very least, they could land a few solid punches before going down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of psychic power erupted from Eden. Golden lightning arced across his body as he broke free of his restraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… he lay down flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dark-side powers, no chaos transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Emperor had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to sit back and enjoy the show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzrrrtt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a golden greatsword pierced the pleasure domain, stopping its escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure's exquisite face twisted in agony, releasing a shrill scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering figure in golden armor had appeared before Him, locking eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white light in the Emperor's eyes practically exploded, and His fury surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't forgotten the humiliations the Dark Prince had inflicted upon Him through illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, the Emperor moved in zero frames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And punched. Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brutal strike sent the Prince flying, utterly obliterating the domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince's true form—a voluptuous female demon—was slammed into the ground inside the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HERETIC!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor followed up, unleashing a relentless storm of attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their battle formed a swirling vortex of unnatural energies in the sky—a clash of concepts, not just strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Eden carried the Goddess Isha back to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A green robe woven from plants covered his body, preserving some modesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, that's satisfying!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked toward the source of the screams—where the Emperor was absolutely pounding the Prince of Pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visual:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had grabbed the Prince by Her long purple hair and was slamming Her into the ground, over and over, mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each punch was a full-force strike—Her face was unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Dark Prince's third catastrophic defeat since Her birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been beaten before by Khorne and Nurgle, but this was the worst—her essence itself had been damaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy from their clash was tearing through Nurgle's garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince was now filled with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe She shouldn't have humiliated the Cursed One. Maybe She shouldn't have tried to steal the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That greed had cost Her the chance to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Black Fortress—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three Chaos Gods paused their brawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began watching the fight—a perfect opportunity to assess the Cursed One's strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne watched in silence, deeply serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could He withstand that level of power in battle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a delightful scene!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch watched with pure glee, enjoying this unprecedented sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Prince of Pleasure get beaten so viciously somehow made His own wounds hurt less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn that Cursed One!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle wept bitterly as his garden burned under that radiant light, mourning his losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Dark Prince abandoned part of Her essence and fled into the Black Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four Chaos Gods exchanged glances and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, they all tensed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor—humanity's ultimate weapon, that peerless titan—was looking right at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze burned with fury and divine pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But He did not approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much to Tzeentch's disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor had dared enter that core domain, they might have been able to trap Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would have changed everything in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a warning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor looked upon the Black Fortress, raising His golden blade. Holy flames surged skyward like a draconic inferno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rumbled with power:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Warp and the material realm were once in balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you have long since shattered that balance—bringing nothing but suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp is not yours alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This realm is not real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only will has meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no will surpasses mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You will not die today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But your death will come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As His words ended, a firestorm more intense than a million suns engulfed Nurgle's garden, spreading rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemons screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They poured from their hiding places, running in panic—only to fall moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames cleansed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Fortress shook. Stones fell from the ceiling. Wet, rotting doors hissed with steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fire halted at the threshold, unable to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO! My garden! MY GARDEN!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle wailed, nearly sobbing—his precious power slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly lost his mind, wanting to rush out and extinguish the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Khorne and Tzeentch, barely holding back their glee, restrained him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Calm down, Nurgle, calm down!!\"\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>",2950,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","755e81868c34f3666dff753a43fe7763b58d1edadcf5a3bb0752299c46f66aa3","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-454","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-452",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]