[{"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-459":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},1681129,2147,"Chapter 459 460: The Silver-Haired Angel’s Personal Invitation","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-459",459,"\u003Cp>Dael had no idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her instinctive behavior had long since been detected by the Savior's psychic awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So much for a political alliance... that woman's got her own agenda.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped out of the lavish bedroom with a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was supposed to be a transactional, physical relationship to establish political ties had apparently turned into something else—the Merchant Queen seemed intent on becoming the mother of his child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that wasn't his problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Primarch, Eden's status was practically divine. As long as he didn't betray the Imperium, he inherently held the highest political power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone or anything associated with a Primarch would gain unimaginable benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put, a Primarch was the fusion of faith, authority, and overwhelming might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if one awoke naked and broke, the mere act of returning to the Imperium would instantly restore them to great power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Chapters created using Primarch gene-seed would naturally be drawn to obey their gene-father, and wherever a Primarch walked, Imperial citizens would flock to worship him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A return to the center of power was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless nobles and bureaucrats across the Imperium longed for the favor of a Primarch, hoping to gain influence through their patronage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a beggar on the street, if chosen by a Primarch, could ascend to a position above trillions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Eden, for example. He had the authority to appoint anyone as governor of a planet—or even grant an entire paradise world as private property to whomever he pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all depended on whether he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagine:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You're walking down the street one day...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a golden giant falls from the sky and says, \"Kid, you've got potential. I'll take you in as my adopted son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From now on, this entire planet is your personal property.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then you're branded with the Primarch's sigil, escorted by the Emperor's Angels into the governor's palace, and handed absolute planetary authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You've just inherited the dream of a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you know nothing, you can learn. Administrative experts and elite guards will be there to help you rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobles and officials would grovel before you. Countless women would throw themselves at you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All because the Primarch favored you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the truth was even more outrageous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the expansion of Eden's territory, many former underhive paupers who once struggled to eat—barely above slaves—had risen to become rulers of entire star systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't necessarily more talented than trillions of other humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just lucky enough to earn the Savior's trust, and thus received resources and training beyond imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And naturally, they soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Dael of House Kaos could bear a child of the Primarch, the rewards would be even greater—insane, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn't even need to do anything. Just give birth to the child, and she'd have an extraordinary heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child carrying the Primarch's genes was destined to become a mighty warrior, potentially even the founder of a new Astartes Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if not, their lineage alone would grant them massive power in the Imperium or Eden's own domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn't that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ancient noble families who'd developed for centuries knew how to achieve such goals without angering a Primarch—how to use his bloodline to further their ambitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dael had studied the Savior's character thoroughly and planned to have her entire family swear absolute loyalty to him once the child was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To accept all of his commands—herself included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd simply be a mother. She would raise the child, cultivate an unshakable emotional bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from that, everything else would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew exactly what was going on. After all, countless beauties had already tried to become \"the mother of his child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarchs were genetically engineered beings. They didn't easily produce offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the infamous Fabius Bile had cloned complete Primarchs from gene-seed—so it stood to reason that across the galaxy, various relics or technologies might exist that could make it happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone did manage to obtain his genetic material, they could theoretically produce a true-blood heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he supposed to slaughter his own child—a defenseless baby?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a line he likely couldn't cross. He'd just have to accept it... and figure something out afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately for him, Dael's dream of \"eating the peach\" would come to nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had taken precautions—any time his genetic material left his body, even for a moment, he'd use subtle psychic power to utterly destroy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reducing the genetic structure to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was akin to how certain celebrities or billionaires in his previous life carried hot sauce with them at all times—paying huge sums to ensure no offspring were produced from... accidents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some would even dump hot sauce into bodily fluids after the act, to prevent anyone from trying to \"reintroduce\" it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had even been infamous cases of people trying to sneak it back in—leading to hospitalizations and lawsuits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, Eden had no desire to leave behind any heirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child of his blood would inherently draw power away from him, and be impossible to control. Worse, this was a galaxy riddled with the corrupting influence of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor Himself hadn't been able to avoid this danger, and had paid dearly for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the prime example.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those twenty sons—Primarchs—were incredibly powerful and brought great strength to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were also stubborn, each with their own ideals and beliefs. Cliques and rivalries formed among them, and eventually, full-blown civil war erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clashed with their father's vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ultimately, under the influence of the Chaos Gods, many betrayed Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole galaxy had laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the Emperor sat atop the Golden Throne. One had to wonder—did He regret creating the Primarchs? Or just regret not guiding them properly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was certain: He regretted it. Especially after seeing what a mess some of the Traitor Primarchs had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim, the once-beloved Phoenician, had become a walking insult. He must have driven the Emperor to near-cardiac arrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>History was full of father-son betrayals among emperors, rulers, and noble families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rebellion against the father figure was a timeless tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had no confidence in raising a proper heir just yet—and he didn't need one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was immortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Chaos had too many grudges against him. The Dark Gods were surely watching, just waiting for him to make a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he ever had a child, that child would become an obvious target for corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corrupting a baby was far easier than twisting a hardened Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could already envision the tragic scenario that might unfold:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beginning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My child, when you were born, the whole of Holy Urth whispered your name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched you grow, proud beyond words, believing you would be a beacon of justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember: we rule this vast domain with kindness and wisdom. I trust you to use your power with restraint—to bring salvation to our people. Become a new legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Development:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's heir grew stronger each day, commanding armies and holding sway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he began to question things—he didn't understand his father's actions, and yearned for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers entered his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They told him his father, the Savior, had deceived everyone... and planned to ascend to godhood on the souls of the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was his destiny to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father... I never wanted this. I never wanted to unleash my legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We drove back the dark ages together. We built a paradise. But you lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You stole the power of the gods and deceived your own son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity doesn't need a god-king. Your divine will is a path to extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If your death is the only way to save us... then I will end you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it means war across the stars, oceans boiling, and suns collapsing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I must shed every last drop of my blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will burn this galaxy bright—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in your ashes, free mankind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... we can't have the galaxy burn a second time,\" Eden winced at the thought. \"Humanity's strong, but not that strong…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't far-fetched at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods were stronger than ever, and now had experience in pulling off such manipulations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could absolutely raise a new and improved Horus from his bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to never give them the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want a child to someday stand before him shouting, \"Old man! Time to die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe one day, when the galaxy was safe—he could follow the Emperor's example and raise a few heirs to fight beyond the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To resist the Tyranids. To conquer the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then maybe he could retire—tour the universe, and enjoy the infinite wonders of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was far, far in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he had to survive this galactic apocalypse—and secure humanity's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden reached into his robes and retrieved his sigil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark golden emblem floated behind him, guided by psychic energy, passing through the bedroom doors and landing softly before Dael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dislike the Merchant Queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a gesture of goodwill—a symbol that her family and his domain would work closely together in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dael was overwhelmed with joy, clutching the sigil tightly to her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, it was a sign of the Primarch's commitment. She believed her future child would be blessed with even more favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no idea... that this was Eden's cold farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A compensation for a dream that would never come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But maybe—just maybe—someday in the far future… she would get everything she dreamed of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump, thump, thump—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor-piercing rounds roared through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thunder Warriors' Champions unleashed a merciless barrage of saturating firepower, utterly annihilating a mechanically enhanced human target—leaving behind nothing but burning ceramite and flesh fused into molten slag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A would-be killer who had attempted to strike at the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood in the center of a city street near the port, his gaze cold as he watched the flames. He wasn't surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How many times has it been now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't even keep count anymore. Attempts on his life came from all directions, in broad daylight or from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles and bureaucrats of the Imperium were masters of this dark art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All that glitters is not gold… never doubt that this galaxy's most dangerous world only needs one second to kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Traveler had once said this about Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This throneworld was the heart of Imperial power—and a hive of ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who gathered here were the most ruthless, lawless, power-hungry schemers chosen from hundreds of millions of civilizations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them hoped to realize their ambitions, and none would let anything stand in their way—not even family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where there is power, there is bloodshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the center of all power in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plots and murders flourished. Patricide and betrayal were common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terra now harbored far too many ill intentions toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to stay vigilant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some assassins might wield lost relic-tech capable of bypassing psychic shields and striking fatal blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had faced many assassins before—but recently, it had become far too frequent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What am I now, a boss monster on repeat farm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't his turf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with so many factions turning a blind eye, the masterminds behind each attack were nearly impossible to identify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, their day of reckoning was coming soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed again, then began heading toward the orbital elevator under the protection of the Thunder Warriors' Champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thunder Champions had sensed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, they reacted. One raised a shield to guard the Primarch, while the others aimed their weapons toward the source of the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior, we mean no harm…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures descended gracefully, wings of white unfurling as they landed in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Twin Seraphs—living saints, servants of the silver-haired angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were delicate and serene, as if sculpted by divine hands. White soft armor clung to their forms, bloodstained in places—only accentuating their beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them carried the corpse of an agent—dead, still clad in a stealth cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dropped the body before Eden, her voice melodic like a golden oriole's call:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We discovered an assassin plotting against you and have dealt with it accordingly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gave a warm smile and nodded. \"Thank you. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to seek me out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had saved the silver-haired angel once—soothed her soul with the energy of a miniature sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they hadn't interacted much afterward, he still considered her an ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good wine for friends, guns for wolves,\" Eden thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always believed in kindness for his own people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twin saints exchanged a glance, then respectfully said, \"Our mistress wishes to invite you to her residence…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This surprised Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memory, the silver-haired angel, a living saint venerated across the Imperium, was aloof and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seldom spoke to others outside of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe she has important information for me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He speculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was loyal to the Imperium itself, not just its ruling factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps she too had grown disgusted with the current situation and wanted to join the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might truly become his ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, nearly every department and faction of the Imperium claimed loyalty to the Imperium—but the methods of that loyalty varied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some adhered strictly to the ideals left by the Emperor and Malcador.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed humanity should rule itself—not be dominated by genetically engineered warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had been the original purpose of the political system the Emperor designed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Terra, it was mortal administrators who ran the Imperium. Primarchs and Astartes were to fight on the frontlines, expanding the realm and slaying humanity's enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had even been one reason some Primarchs had rebelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Great Crusade, they found themselves shackled by endless bureaucracy—forced to follow orders from people they deemed inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed the Emperor saw them as mere tools, used and discarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Guilliman himself had sulked for a long time after his return—burdened by old resentments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, when he formed the \"Second Imperium,\" he had felt a flicker of triumph at finally being free of the Emperor's leash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he learned Big E was still alive—and rushed off to render aid, panic written all over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the Imperium had changed. Ten thousand years of decay had taken its toll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People needed a Primarch to hold everything together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, when Guilliman returned, he was able to rise to the role of Lord Regent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, many factions only temporarily accepted him. Deep down, they remained loyal to their old beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't want Primarchs ruling humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Imperium now crawling out of its deathbed, these factions had started to stir again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with Eden proposing sweeping reforms, the resistance only intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reforms sought to reshape the Imperium to resemble his own realm—unified, efficient, and centralized—not the fractured mess it had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, it was extreme authoritarianism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was his ultimate goal: centralized power. A united Imperium with him as the voice that mattered most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resistance was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in times of crisis, centralization sparked true power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the ancient Terran past, authoritarian regimes had pulled strength from poverty and ruin—just a bit too extremely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the so-called democratic United States had \"wartime presidents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In critical times, someone had to be in charge. Fragmented interests only led to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium was collapsing from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Mechanicus, supposedly a peaceful and academic organization, would see two Forge Worlds tear each other apart over a single unearthed relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Ecclesiarchy? Bloodier still—their theological squabbles made civil war look polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had his own ambitions. He wanted to end all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium only needs one sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it had been the Emperor. Now, it would be the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so long as he lived, humanity still had a future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he couldn't expose his ambitions too early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, the Imperial factions still respected him as the Hope Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he ever came out and said, \"I want to be the Emperor of Humanity\"—the High Lords would probably form a coalition to \"protect Terra from tyranny.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Guilliman might object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if the old man whipped out the Emperor's Sword with a quiet, \"My blade is not dull yet,\" that'd be a real mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden wouldn't touch the political system—at least, not openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd use subtle influence instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most effective method? Launching purges under the name of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cleanse a few High Lords, force some retirements, bring in loyal replacements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reform Terra's administration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utilize the Machine God's network to enhance the Imperium's outdated infrastructure and bureaucracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plant his people across Terra—and gradually spread the system across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, time would do the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generations later, Terra's elite would be made up of his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden, the Savior, already revered and in control of all administrative tools, would become the natural ruler of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he could do it the Horus way—burn the galaxy, storm Terra, and wipe out all opposition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't smart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium was far too vast. Every High Lord held massive territories, forces, and entire sub-empires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't wage war on every single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would take too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would give Chaos and xenos time to pop champagne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—the strategy was clear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More allies, fewer enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Build walls, store grain, delay the crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the silver-haired angel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be a fine ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was the Victory Celebration. Who knew what might happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more ally couldn't hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden accepted the Twin Seraphs' invitation—and followed them to the angel's sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanctum of the Living Saint\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden followed the twin saints through a grand hall adorned with angelic statues, then down a long corridor, until they reached their destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins turned, bowed, and Eden caught a glimpse of white flesh beneath their armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, our mistress awaits you inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…This is a private chamber, isn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned. It felt like he was being led into the personal quarters of a saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weird sense of déjà vu struck him—just like his visit to the Merchant Queen's ship yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three people. Same vibe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's meeting me here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked curiously—only to receive a strange look from the twin saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That look…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt familiar—like they saw right through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no... it's like those noble ladies again. Don't tell me they saw those blasphemous 'Savior Passion Relics' too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Or worse, the angel herself has seen them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's mind blanked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… this might not be a formal meeting after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he caught himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! Slaanesh's lingering power is clouding me again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a saint! A holy angel of the Imperium! How dare he think such thoughts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced down the rising heat in his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regaining composure, Eden calmed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered the sage mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, guided by the Twin Seraphs, he stepped into the chamber—filled with the sweet scent of sanctity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the private bedroom of a living saint.\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>",3225,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","e1de119ebdc21d1dc62297104ecbc4cb86cc886871242adc9cc73d42bf163944","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-460","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-458",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]