[{"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-474":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},1681144,2147,"Chapter 474 475: Savior: Child, You Carry My Blood in Your Veins","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-474",474,"\u003Cp>One month later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Solar System, Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus's expression was as ever—serious and meticulous, the scar across his face lending him an even greater air of intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This warrior had lived by his Chapter's Codex, striving to become the perfect Ultramarine, worthy of his honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out from the transit corridor, bright light spilling onto his battered armor, making it glint faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xenos Inquisition had applied for Webway passage rights to the Savior's realm, rushing this warrior to Holy Terra as fast as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Titus emerged, he beheld the massive golden sun and the Savior's statue standing tall within the Inner Ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Framed by clouds and rainbows, white mechanical angels circled the statue in flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior straightened his back and saluted devoutly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a salute of respect—an homage to the Emperor and to the Primarch of Hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, whenever he passed a shrine or statue—whether of the Emperor or of any loyal Primarch—he had done the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus found himself in awe of it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Throneworld was so sacred, so vibrant, unlike any other place in the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gene-father and the Savior had forged all this grandeur together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, several high-ranking Inquisitors arrived in a grav-car to bring him to the headquarters of the Xenos Inquisition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is the meaning of this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus's curiosity only grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel that people respected him— even the most arrogant Inquisitors treated him so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nothing like before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, even the lowest-ranked Inquisitor would watch Space Marines with suspicion, showing little respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he could become an enemy of the Imperium at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let alone what he had endured over the past century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Space Marines were used to that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He who is without deceit, the Emperor shall favor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Emperor's test for loyal warriors. No warrior should question or defy this truth, else his soul could never remain pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus strove to live by it, even if resentment sometimes gnawed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Master of the Xenos Inquisition had been awaiting his arrival—something unheard of for a Space Marine of his rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a Chapter Master or legendary hero could expect such treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, at best, he would have been merely a soldier receiving orders, never permitted to meet such a figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, not even someone sent by the Lord Regent himself might be afforded such honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His authority had swelled without limit, and he held firm control over the Inquisition's oversight, able to curb them at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the Inquisition's own representative was one of the Savior's staunchest henchmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Titus, you've finally arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Master of the Xenos Inquisition greeted him warmly, eyes fixed on the warrior he had sought for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had read Titus's file—there was no doubt of the man's ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still could not fathom why the Savior himself valued him so highly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had no shortage of mighty warriors who could serve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he had his orders. Whatever the Savior commanded must be done flawlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have many questions,\" the Grand Master noted, then explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have come here through the favor of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior himself. He offers you a road to reclaim your honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He may have need of you in battle…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze hardened. \"Do you deserve such favor? Do you have the strength to bear this honor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honor is my life,\" Titus answered solemnly. \"When will I be granted an audience with him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yearned to learn his mission and duty, then return to the battlefield he had been away from for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Master shook his head. \"You are not yet ready to stand before him. You need more preparation and training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It will be a difficult process, and you must execute it flawlessly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus's expression grew resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grand Master, I fear nothing. I will give it my all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden gust swept through as a dark-golden vessel descended over the Xenos Inquisition's open hall, whisking the solemn-faced Titus away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ready to face whatever awaited him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At top speed, the ship bore him to the Ecclesiarchy's Inner Ring—to a sacred Imperial resort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of Hope had arranged a thirteen-day, full-service \"spiritual cleansing and restoration\" package for the warrior—complete with the most luxurious treatments, and even a day trip to the Imperial Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be taken right to the doors of the Throne Room to feel the presence of the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for entering to see the Golden Throne—that was a privilege for Primarchs and the High Custodes alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the vessel, Titus remained disciplined, sitting perfectly upright, surrounded by Custodians and Imperial Fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shone with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not yet know what awaited him—only that he had been granted the right to venerate Imperial relics and to stand before the Throne Room's gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any loyal warrior, that was the ultimate dream—supreme honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this journey will demand many trials. I must reach the standard of perfection!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed this was a test set by the Primarch of Hope, with the final reward being entry to the Emperor's relics and the Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by accomplishing it all could he earn an audience with that figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Titus, in a daze, found himself—like the others—wearing a simple white robe and a wristband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon arrived at the holy resort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ecclesiarchy Inner Ring, Sacred High Tower District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a pilgrimage site for elite warriors—a place bathed in the most blazing light of the Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, it housed many facilities beloved by warriors—strength testers, fighting pits, Titan-engine-forged death pendulums, and various restorative amenities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fulfilled needs of faith, recreation, and health alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better, every facility had a ranking board where one could see the standings of all warriors—and even challenge legendary records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was nothing short of a dream-world for Space Marines—where they could release tension, relax, and have no fear of Chaos corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a creation born from the Savior's investigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned that there were far too many Chaos Space Marines in the galaxy—and that a good portion of them had turned traitor due to long-term psychological strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he built such facilities to relax warriors while strengthening their faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, such sites would rise across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his initial confusion, Titus quickly adapted, tackling multiple challenges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the comfort of the environment and the sacred light's blessing, the shadows of long imprisonment vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispers in his mind were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of his scores ranked among the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In unarmed combat, he even defeated a Custodian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This caused a stir within the Custodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had heard of the Savior's search for Titus and had been watching closely, curious to see the warrior's abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result surpassed expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager to wipe away the stain of defeat, the Custodians issued new challenges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Titus followed them into a section marked with hazard symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Fists exchanged looks and joined as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus, the Custodians, and the Imperial Fists sat bare-chested on steaming-hot stone benches, skin flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared each other down, faces stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boy, you're about to drop, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One veteran Custodian Watcher sneered. \"If you can't take it, we can end this now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus said nothing. Sweat dripped down his scarred face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scooped up another ladle of special solution and poured it onto the central glowing-red firestone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More blistering steam rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodian, unwilling to be outdone, poured another ladle in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat grew so intense the air itself seemed to burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the fourth ladle, both Titus and the Custodians were grimacing, holding on by sheer will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Fists, meanwhile, had long since collapsed, twitching and foaming at the mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon the alarms sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resort's elite medical team rushed in, hauling the unconscious Marines out for treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their advanced technology and equipment, so long as a man still breathed, they could bring him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said Titus was the last to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, he even broke the record for the high-speed spinning fascia blade left by Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels—lasting several seconds longer than the legend himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Word of Titus's feats spread to the Ultramarines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They initiated internal procedures to welcome him back into the Chapter—offering him the rank of Company Captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, before the Ultramarines could complete the process…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus had already been taken by the Adeptus Mechanicus's Archmagos to undergo the Primaris transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would receive the finest augmentations and gene-organs— and be reborn, stronger than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver, Savior's Sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whew… finally over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden emerged from the forbidden xenobiological research labs deep beneath the Sanctum, looking noticeably worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For over a year, he had remained in that laboratory, working alongside the researchers to develop a clone capable of infiltrating and combating the Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clone was nearly complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been grown using vast amounts of his own bone and blood, psychic energy, and the power of the Goddess of Life Isha— forming a body akin to that of a trueborn Dark Eldar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was necessary. Such a body was far more respected among their kind than one born of mere vat-cloning, making it easier for him to maneuver in their ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tarko, report on our current progress.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped into the council hall, eyes sweeping across the floating holo-map of the Dark Eldar realm—its data riddled with gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's time to decide—do we launch a direct assault, or bring them down from within?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko bowed, frowning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord Savior, a frontal assault would be… ill-advised.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He projected a battle simulation over the map, explaining the difficulty of attacking Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh—one of the most infamous names in the galaxy—yet so few had glimpsed its true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a vast city left behind by the ancient Aeldari Empire, hidden within the Webway, its foundations built of wraithbone that could grow and expand endlessly, devouring other dimensions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could even snare dying stars, dragging them into the Webway to serve as illumination and energy sources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In theory, it could grow without limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh was so massive that its population exceeded that of any single Imperial system combined—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the largest city in realspace terms, though it did not truly exist there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Craftworld Aeldari called it \"the tumor growing in the holy Webway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike any city in the galaxy, it was a multidimensional construct—part satellite districts, part ancient metropolis—fused together by corridors, tunnels, and Webway nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a spatial perspective, its scattered districts might be separated by thousands of light-years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet the Webway bound them seamlessly, with instant travel between nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its towers grew upward like light-hungry flora, connected by countless passages and arches, sprawling outward as they absorbed yet more dimensions as their foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh thrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands upon thousands of ships entered through its Webway gates daily, hovering in its skies to unload slaves and resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mercenaries, bounty hunters, even renegade Space Marines risked death to trade here, seeking greater wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Imperial nobles and Chapters sometimes came to certain districts to do business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was perhaps the greatest trade hub in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's realm's latest intelligence made Eden's scalp prickle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh was vast—wealthier and more populous than anyone imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inquisition's central archives had once described it as merely a large xenos city—smaller than Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth, that was only a minor port district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Imperium truly knew the scale of Commorragh—its countless ports, arsenals, and treasure vaults—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they would refuse any dealings and seal every Webway gate they could find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Commorragh struck in full force, it could pour through its gates and launch simultaneous assaults on hundreds of thousands of Imperial territories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To attack it would mean first fighting through its labyrinthine, heavily fortified port zones just to reach its immense central city—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a place guarded by countless ancient defenses, where even an entire Legion could not fill a single district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difficulty was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By current estimates, Commorragh and its satellite districts covered nearly one-third the area of the Savior's realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frontal attack would demand unthinkable sacrifice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and that's assuming they could even find a viable invasion route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden dismissed the idea of direct assault at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fortress that could devour armies whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Commorragh lacked a unified government—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>more a Drukhari-dominated pirate haven and black-market trade hub than a single empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had been united, even the Imperium would have howled under its raids—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Savior's realm might not survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a delicious city…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's gaze lingered on the data, almost salivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From one perspective, Commorragh was the most valuable location in the galaxy—Holy Terra was trash in comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Urth Ecclesiarchy's sacred worlds might not compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A city that could grow infinitely, threaded with Webway infrastructure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even the Emperor would covet it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give him Commorragh, and he'd happily trade away Terra itself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>maybe even sell his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Emperor had nearly destroyed himself just to maintain a tiny Webway project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine giving him a ready-made Webway megacity—he'd be ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden resolved to take it for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current network of nexus-nodes could no longer meet his needs;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only a city of such scale and growth could host all humanity's trade, binding every civilized world together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this would not be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium as it stood could never conquer it head-on; even victory would leave nothing but a ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he had another plan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to infiltrate, destabilize, and claim Commorragh from within, turning it into his own paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh was fragmented—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its countless factions, known as Kabals, lived by their own ruthless rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one was strong enough, one could climb over the corpses of rivals to become its ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been done before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current Supreme Overlord, Asdrubael Vect of the Kabal of the Black Heart, had once been nothing more than a street slave destined for sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He survived, founded his Kabal, and through cunning and ambition rose to the pinnacle of Commorragh's elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that bastard could do it, why can't I?\" Eden thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odds were worth the gamble—especially with his hidden trump cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including a living Aeldari god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with Commorragh now divided by strife between Vect and the aristocracy, he could slip in through the cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would found the Kabal of Redemption, seizing a satellite district first, then working toward Commorragh's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this, he needed shock troops—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whether Drukhari warriors or elite xenos mercenaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above all, he needed champions to fight in Commorragh's arenas, winning him influence and wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Drukhari loved to wager on arena battles, staking everything from treasure to territory—even priceless relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lives included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already had a prime candidate in mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Ultramarine, Titus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tarko, I'll leave the Kabal preparations to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing his dataslate, Eden added, \"Oh—and when Titus's surgery is done, send him to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to meet the brute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savior's Sanctum, Throne Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy gates swung open, hymns resounding, the air rich with the scent of sacred unguents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primaris Titus was taller and broader than before, nearly three meters even without armor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>radiating raw presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh from his transformation, he wore only a grey robe, no armor or weapons yet prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… at last, my mission comes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus inhaled deeply, nerves taut, as white-robed mechanical angels led him into the Primarch's throne hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall was resplendent in gold and marble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder Warrior champions flanked the crimson carpet, strange winged quadruped creatures circling overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the warrior stepped inside, the hymns reached their holiest, most exultant peak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>choirs of white-robed children harmonizing around the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft golden light streamed through crystal windows, bathing the Primarch of Hope in his gleaming golden armor, making him seem divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord Primarch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus stopped short of the throne's steps and bowed with utmost formality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultramarines never cut corners in matters of protocol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his first time standing before such a legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he longed more to meet his gene-father, the Primarch of the Ultramarines—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but with his disgraceful past, that chance might never come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless his Chapter forgave him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought soured his heart; his battle-brothers had not yet sought him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord Primarch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rose from his throne and descended the steps, studying the warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't care for that title.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried effortless authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus blinked in surprise, tension coiling tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood a son of the Emperor, a guardian of the Imperium for millennia—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a living legend, not to be slighted in word or deed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How should I address you, then?\" he asked carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Child, you have suffered much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped close, smiling warmly, his voice rich with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now my blood runs in your veins. You have been reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps… you should follow your heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primaris transformation had used new organs grown from the Savior's own gene-seed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with a substantial measure of his genetic blood now within Titus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kindness in his tone struck deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus had known little affection in his life; his heart was heavy with unspent fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man had freed him from prison, given him a path to reclaim his honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into the Savior's eyes, he felt a bond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a connection of blood between Primarch and son, amplified by the Primarch's personal concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment's silence, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few could claim the right to call a Primarch by that name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as a Primarch might call the Emperor \"Father,\" so too could only an acknowledged gene-son, in a solemn moment, speak it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was both vow and blessing, a gift from the Primarch himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden accepted and sealed the rite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted Titus to his feet, clapping a hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rise. I'll take you to choose your wargear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this moment, he was this brute's \"stepfather\" or adoptive sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hopefully Guilliman wouldn't take offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Titus into the Primarch's armory, outfitting him with a full set of legendary equipment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even gifting him Glory, the famed power sword once wielded by Guilliman in his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +20 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 500 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",3067,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","a62e0efd16a72654bbc9ac294fdef928e9b2733e9480b6a557c85c612aa6215e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-475","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-473",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]