[{"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-463":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},1681133,2147,"Chapter 463 - 464: The Savior – Quvttah Declares Martial Law on Holy Terra!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-463",463,"\u003Cp>Outskirts of the Eternity Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A regiment of the Astra Militarum stood guard at a corridor checkpoint—though the passage had long since lost its strategic importance and was largely ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gazed toward the Eternity Gate, expressions tinged with complicated emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So envious... I wonder if we'll ever be part of such a pilgrimage,\" murmured Sergeant Major Holmes of the Solar Auxilia as he listened to the distant hymn praising the Holy Sun, a look of yearning in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once upon a time, under the rule of the Solar Lords, the Solar Auxilia basked in unparalleled glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy, they were among the most elite forces of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their combat effectiveness rivaled that of the Space Marine Legions, and they vastly outnumbered them—accounting for 20 to 25 percent of the entire Imperial military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying proportion, making them the true backbone of the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ten-man Solar Auxilia fireteam could go toe-to-toe with a single Space Marine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their individual combat prowess was unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition to infantry training, they mastered void warfare, battlefield engineering, planetary exploration, and survival in death worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every soldier was equipped with Solar-pattern Void Combat Armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This all-environment powered shell incorporated full life-support systems and could adapt to almost any battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their arsenal was also top-tier—high-grade las-weapons superior to standard-issue, plus flamers, combustors, plasma weapons, and melta guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even had their own auxiliary forces—Ogryns Charonite—to support infantry operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, the Solar Auxilia fielded a complete range of super-heavy vehicles, including fighter aircraft for aerial support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In space, they employed Great Shark boarding ships for assault landings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—boarding actions weren't exclusive to Space Marines. The Solar Auxilia had once been equally capable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pity that's all ancient glory now…\" Holmes sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family had served in the Solar Auxilia for generations—he knew the history well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Horus Heresy, the Imperium was devastated, plunged into the Long Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its economy could no longer sustain the enormous costs of maintaining the Solar Auxilia, and much of their manufacturing knowledge was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire force declined, its structure shrank, and its situation worsened over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was simply no other option. The Imperium couldn't afford them anymore. Feeding the Guard and giving them \"flashlights\" and a few anti-tank grenades was already considered generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, those who held the purse strings funneled resources to their own forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astra Militarum was on the edge of power. Even its most elite—Storm Troopers—were just a downsized shadow of what the Solar Auxilia once were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Solar Auxilia retained its name and a fragment of its organization thanks only to its historic prestige. But it rarely saw combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it garrisoned the Sol System or guarded key worlds—a symbolic gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that honor was hard to maintain. Entangled in political turf wars, they were pushed to irrelevant defense lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And forgotten in the margins of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZT—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks burst from Holmes' suit. His Solar-pattern Void Armor glitched and temporarily shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor damn it, the machine spirit's acting up again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed his fist against the casing. It quieted down. A loose part popped out; he stuffed it back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant snorted, \"Boss, that antique should've been scrapped ages ago. Why're you still wearing it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes shot him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're wearing one too, you old bastard. Why don't you go tell High Command we need a new batch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That \"old bastard\" was also clad in Void Armor—passed down through who-knows-how-many generations. Its internals were completely dead. It was just a shiny shell now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still polished it daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, Holmes could get a new commander-model carapace armor if he bit the bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he wouldn't be Solar Auxilia anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the armor he clung to—it was the sigil it bore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The badge forged of angular motifs, a skull, and angelic wings—the mark of the Solar Auxilia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes knew more than most. He no longer hoped for a resupply. Even if the Departmento Munitorum were feeling generous, the fabrication technologies no longer existed. Forget building new suits—no one could even repair the old ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tech-Priests wouldn't even give them the time of day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No replacements? Fine by me. I'd probably feel weird if I wasn't wearing this old thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant tried to comfort himself, \"Still, I'd love to wear it into battle one last time. Take out a couple of traitors, y'know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a common dream among the Auxilia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their families had served for centuries—they couldn't stomach rotting away in obscurity under this once-proud banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still trained by the old Solar Doctrine, hoping they'd one day be called back to service, not just man pointless defense lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was just wishful thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we'll…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes hesitated, lips moving slightly, but ultimately fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd caught wind of troubling news—the Departmento Munitorum and the Adeptus Arbites wanted to disband the Solar Auxilia, calling it a waste of resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would replace the gap with Arbites forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Arbites already handled law enforcement on Terra and other key worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forces were well-equipped, backed tax enforcement, and even had their own cruiser fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes feared the Astra Militarum's High Command would cave to the pressure and finally dissolve the honored structure of the Solar Auxilia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his troops, worry deepening in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd lose the honors passed down through generations—and everything else with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then what? Most would be absorbed into other units… or worse, become destitute citizens of Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Solar Auxilia would vanish into the shadows of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the direction of the Eternity Gate, the celebratory songs only grew louder… but the Auxilia's stomachs growled in protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have those bastards cut our rations again? How the hell are we supposed to train like this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adjutant grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training had dwindled due to hunger—mostly reduced to theoretical drills now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, thanks to the discipline ingrained in them, some of that old fire remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, the Imperium no longer needed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes watched his men grumble, his heart sinking further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was nothing he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the disbandment had already begun—supply cuts were likely the first step. Over a million Solar Auxilia on Terra might soon be disbanded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, seeing their commander hang his head, the troops fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole outpost grew grim and quiet—a stark contrast to the celebrations on Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Holmes' communicator crackled to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor's light, this is Sergeant Major Holmes of the 13th Infantry Company, Viletalis Storm Regiment, Solar Auxilia. Go ahead…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a message on the entire Solar Auxilia's public channel. And the voice? None other than Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum—and de facto head of the Solar Auxilia—Lord-General Moor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never issued any orders to the Solar Auxilia. Apart from a ceremonial inauguration, he hadn't even appeared before them in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he was speaking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is… is this it? The official order to dissolve us?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes' heart clenched. He could barely listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn't alone. Commanders across the force held their breath. The channel was dead silent—only Lord-General Moor's voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes forced himself to calm down, straining to hear every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm yet commanding voice echoed through the channel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warriors of the Solar Auxilia, I am the Primarch of Hope, the Savior—Eden Grant. You are a noble force, the most loyal warriors to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In these times of dire peril, the Imperium, the Emperor, and Holy Terra need warriors like you to turn the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I must ask—can you still bear this honor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a recorded message. The Savior himself, Eden Grant, speaking directly to the Auxilia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the broadcast ended, orders began flowing down through Lord-General Moor and his generals, reaching every rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor above…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes trembled as he listened, tears welling in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can still fight…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He received his orders, and with a raspy but booming voice, declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YES, LOYALTY!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant and squad leaders looked over, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You okay? Did we finally get orders?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were holding their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Solar Auxilia hadn't received real orders in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes ended the transmission, still shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at them, barely holding back tears, and choked out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Primarch of Hope, Savior Eden Grant, along with Commander Moor, have officially reinstated the Solar Auxilia!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We're going to war—to defend Holy Terra against the traitors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the rest of the unit understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heretics hidden within Terra sought to plunge the Imperium into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, the Savior, the Commander-in-Chief, the Ecclesiarch, Living Saints, and even the Lord Regent had joined forces to crush the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only the Solar Auxilia, the most loyal of all, could be trusted for the task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Imperium's last hope—assigned a mission of extreme importance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Yes, the Savior had sent similar messages to several forces—Sisters of Battle, Grey Knights, and others. But each message praised their loyalty.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the trust placed in them filled Holmes and his men with elation and gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a hint of concern remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our gear…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adjutant looked down at his rusting armor shell. \"Can we really handle a mission this critical?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Solar Auxilia didn't even have functioning carapace armor anymore. Their weapons were ancient relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they had left… was their skill and spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reinforcements are inbound,\" Holmes said with conviction. \"The Savior promised—our force will be rearmed. The glory of old will return!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the hymns from the Eternity Gate reached a triumphant crescendo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But amid the celebration, unrest stirred in the crowd. Hive districts grew chaotic. Private armies and forces gathered in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of rebellion against the Savior had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eternity Gate Pilgrimage Site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… is that really the Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naresen stood amid the crowd, eyes dazed as she watched the marching Space Marines, armored convoys, and the holographic projection of the Primarch of Hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had finally seen that benevolent figure… but strangely, didn't feel happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning from her department's void-station with the other civil staff, they'd discovered a startling truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Battle of Baal had ended twenty years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning the entire department—its personnel, resources, and work—had been wasting their time for two decades on a project with zero relevance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their reports and calculations had contributed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were completely adrift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her department—along with their supervising office—had no one to report to. The last assigned official had died two years ago, leaving no successor, and no replacement had been sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their accounting operation hadn't been part of any ministry's plan for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, their department head was desperately trying to find a new assignment just to keep the department running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they failed, they planned to return to the same office after the ceremony—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And continue their accounting work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was completely meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone needed their jobs to keep themselves and their families alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by staying at their post would the logistics subroutines release basic food rations to the civil servants and their dependents—enough to stave off hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naresen's convictions were nearly shattered, but she accepted this cruel reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if her work was utterly meaningless, she had to continue calculating figures in that office—for the sake of her family's survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, the logistics department would repossess their cramped living quarters, and they would lose everything… reduced to nothing more than beggars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living in the slums of Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those dangerous, disease-ridden warrens, death was part of daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a family of civil servants like hers, there was no surviving such conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet a rumor was spreading across the administrative departments:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That the Primarch of Hope, the Savior himself, was attempting to seize absolute power—bringing about a dark era of tyranny. That he intended to implement sweeping reforms across Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when that happened, it was predicted that over 80% of departments would be deemed obsolete and disbanded. Millions would lose their hereditary positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This affected hundreds of billions of civil servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That rumor shattered the last illusion Naresen had been clinging to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't understand what a \"dark dictatorship\" was, nor could she grasp the nature of these \"reforms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she knew—after a lifetime of tireless service—was that with the Savior's arrival, she would lose the position passed down by generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she and her family would go hungry. Maybe even die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Savior, must you really do this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naresen clutched an image of the Savior, staring at his projected smile with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gentle expression… felt like a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he really was a bad person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Vandire had once been—a tyrant who brought death to countless people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such thoughts clouded Naresen's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vandire's history was officially forbidden within the Imperium, but some had deliberately revived those stories to discredit the Savior's political vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With careful manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, both Terra's citizens and bureaucrats began to see the Primarch of Hope as nothing more than a cold-hearted, tyrannical liar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sentiment was quietly spreading across more and more sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, was about to take the stage to speak to the crowd gathered for the pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the crowd had already begun to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some led a vocal outcry, and many civil servants followed suit in a surge of righteous anger:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liar! Butcher! Tyrant—you've doomed us all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've betrayed the Emperor's faith!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We cannot allow a new Vandire to rise!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get off Holy Terra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The growing wave of condemnation shocked the Imperium's high command seated at the viewing platform. Others simply sneered, already scheming their next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And quietly, they mobilized hidden troops… and assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under such circumstances, killing someone \"who defied the Emperor and sought to impose a dark regime\" would be praised by the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edge of the ceremonial platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Looks like there are quite a few dissenters,\" Eden sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that public opinion could be manipulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, to be screamed at by so many citizens—it was… unsettling. He'd never experienced it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior is not that kind of person,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Celestine, the Living Saint and Holy Angel, spoke coldly but with grace—so different from her private demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned slightly. \"The faithful don't understand you. They've been misled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew the Savior best. She had seen the nobility and warmth of his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was far too kind to be a tyrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden leaned in—so close his breath brushed against her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm glad you trust me. You might be the only one who still does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will you stand with me on that stage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, he needed someone revered and pure to stand at his side—someone beloved and trusted by the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could the Savior's name be preserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one was better suited than the Holy Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine's ears flushed slightly. She nearly faltered in her icy composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her heart was moved:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior trusts me… in such a moment, I must be at his side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will,\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with the Primarch of Hope—so close, their arms nearly touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Celestine ascended the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below them stood the Lord-General of the Astra Militarum, the Ecclesiarch, Fabricator-General of the Mechanicus, Grey Knights, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, there was no need for pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Roboute Guilliman, the Lord Regent, was absent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reportedly caught a rare cold during the parade and was confined to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eden stepped onto the platform, the wave of anger surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shouts now thundered through the entire site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as the Holy Angel appeared—things shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of the faithful hesitated. Their anger wavered. They grew uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Living Saint—champion of the Emperor—stood beside the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the rumors were false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so they waited to hear what the Savior would say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many still cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The procession square buzzed with hostility. The jeering undermined the Savior's authority—there was no longer any reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZT.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive projection of the Savior, clad in golden armor, hovered above the crowd—his gaze sweeping across them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone waited for a response. Or an excuse. Anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply looked at them—quiet, composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through his psychic senses, he felt something shift. His silence made some uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strategy. A speech tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed the crowd—listening to the fury, the murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the silence dragged on, the chaos died down. A nervous tension grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the Savior was looking directly into each person's soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wordless, growing pressure spread through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his allies felt the strain. Everyone awaited the first words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the outcome Eden wanted. It was a technique borrowed from a certain infamous orator:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I learned to use silence—not fear it.\" — Little Moustache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden inhaled deeply—then spoke with a voice that thundered across the plaza, reverberating through the very atmosphere:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Citizens of the Imperium…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I understand your fear of the unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I understand your hardship, your pain, your anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I ask you—trust me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, Eden Grant—the Savior and Primarch of Hope—have witnessed true suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heretics once razed Urth, laid waste to its hives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I myself nearly died from their assassins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I did not break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stayed behind to hold the line, to keep people fed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I stood beside soldiers, civil servants, and underhive dwellers alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I saw their lives. I shared in their struggles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Together, we drove out the darkness and restored the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urth rose again—stronger than ever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, holograms displayed before and after comparisons of Urth—dark ruins turned to glittering sanctuaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's voice hardened:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trust the Primarch who understands you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bring salvation to all who suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put—I want everyone fed, clothed, and employed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's why I came to Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of you will eat bread and drink milk…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LIAR!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're just like Vandire—deceiving us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't trust this fraud! Terra doesn't need this many workers after reform!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared again. Dissent surged in the hives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden had expected this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that words alone wouldn't change every heart—especially not the opposition, their cronies, or the entrenched elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would resist him—no matter how noble his deeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his reforms would remove them. Streamline everything. Reassign those who were useless or inefficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a zero-sum fight. He didn't need everyone—just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they didn't believe, he needed a justification for what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't blame you for your mistrust,\" Eden's voice sharpened. \"You've been deceived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From the moment I stepped on Holy Terra, I've been under constant assassination attempts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sent by traitors and heretics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those same heretics—the ones responsible for your suffering—fear me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They want to eliminate me, to stop Holy Terra from rising again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are parasites—conspiring with xenos and heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They have infiltrated the Palace itself. Even threatened the Golden Throne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They seek to destroy the very foundation of the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visuals of heretic assassins, alien invaders, and horrifying atrocities played across the sky—Imperial citizens slaughtered, worlds ravaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footage sourced from the Custodes archives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't matter. He blamed it all on the opposition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LIES! Slander!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden accusation stunned Violetta and the opposition. It had just been a power struggle—how had this become treason?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to them, they had been doing the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had simply struck first—catching them off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like today's celebration will be postponed…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden summoned his psychic might. Golden wings unfurled. His body bathed in radiant light—divine and awe-inspiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine radiated purity beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked out, voice heavy with devotion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our Imperium and Holy Terra stand at the edge of ruin—one step away from annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Citizens of the Imperium,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To protect Terra from the traitors,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To strike down those who harm our people,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the future of mankind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I, as the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, and in the name of the Emperor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>declare that Holy Terra is now under emergency martial law,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until every heretic is cleansed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that cleansing—Terra shall rise in glory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Imperium! For Holy Terra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I pledge all my loyalty to the Emperor!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LOYALTY!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entirety of the procession army roared in unison, shaking the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, orbital command locked down Lion's Gate Spaceport. Defense bastions shifted into full alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra was now under martial law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's mad… he's truly mad…\" Violetta screamed, incoherent. \"He is Vandire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opposition knew the battle had become a fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had tried to assassinate him. They should have seen this coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We'll need to deploy everything we have…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violetta regained her composure, sending orders to her allies—preparing for the final war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, Eden hadn't lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opposition still held military superiority. If they wanted to win, they had to strike now—eliminate Eden and his forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Label him the traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then stoke chaos, manufacture outrage, and pressure Guilliman and others to capitulate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their only chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outer Orbit, Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wave after wave of ships arrived—massive convoys from the Savior's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside these enormous transports were resources so vast… they could drown Holy Terra.\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>",3554,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","54e8b3aa09ea641da126d29a64b8c25fb1fbd1396dee7c7d2fbecced2ab9e86d","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-464","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-462",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]