[{"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-480":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},1681150,2147,"Chapter 480 - 481: Hiss… There’s something wrong with this Eldar abomination’s domain!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-480",480,"\u003Cp>Redemption Satellite District, Shadow Death Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's flyer landed in the VIP zone of the arena. He brought Titus and Kronnie with him, heading toward the private box that hung on the curved wall of the coliseum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the best seat in the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was the most honored patron of this arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Kabal's fortress-spires were the political centers of Drukhari society, then the arenas of the Cults of Strife were the beating, blood-soaked hearts of their districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decadent upper class of the Dark Eldar, dulled by excess, could only be roused by ever more violent duels and blood spectacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only such savagery could still capture their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, they willingly spent vast resources to purchase the best seats, enjoying endless gladiatorial slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the process, they could drink in the suffering souls of the tormented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the bloody performance unfolding below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena's pit floor was riddled with spiked traps, where dozens of gladiators screamed and hacked at one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slashed with razors, gutted each other with serpent-blades, and tore their foes into chunks of meat with monofilament nets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the heightened senses of his Drukhari clone-body, Eden could smell the strong reek of sweat and blood-driven lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could taste the fear and adrenaline of the gladiators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even admire the detail of each tendon and bone dangling from severed limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not all spectators possessed such heightened senses. Most had to watch the duels through viewing lenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then sip what little tortured souls trickled from the combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a wretched and utterly uninspired performance…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Mime tossed aside his ornate lens, weary and unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Commorragh's core city and across its countless satellite arenas, he had seen thousands of similar displays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kronnie, you were right,\" Eden murmured, rubbing at his temples and refusing to watch further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his goblet of crimson wine and gestured toward the tall, alluring mistress of the arena—a Succubus named An'lah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been sent specifically to accompany this most noble guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his words carried no courtesy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive my bluntness, but this was a poor performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can see the gladiators tried to be eye-catching, but their tricks are outdated and clumsy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Succubus An'lah's chest heaved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scion of the Asurmen bloodline's words pierced like venomous barbs into her heart, dismissing her and her sisters' efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She longed to retort, yet the truth was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how thrilling slaughter might be, monotony eventually dulled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Competition between arenas was vicious. They had to deliver grander spectacles, more elaborate carnage, and cultivate famous Succubi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could they captivate audiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shadow Arena had clearly failed in this rivalry. Barely a tenth of the seats were filled. The noble boxes lay barren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when a gladiator was dismembered did the audience stir with paltry enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the situation did not improve, the Shadow Arena would meet the same fate as countless others—abandoned by spectators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah and her sisters would lose their Succubus status, stripped of the right to display their artistry of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would end up as bodyguards or concubines for some petty master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Archon, we are not without worth,\" An'lah pleaded, struggling to salvage her dignity before this ancient noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tore away her gown, revealing a lithe, panther-like physique, her toned stomach marked with sharp definition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes lingered on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Succubus resembled a hybrid of yoga instructor and fitness trainer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her garb was simple—barbed head-ties, a clinging black combat bra, thigh-high boots, and a g-string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her only visible weapons were a pair of daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, rumor had it, Succubi could conceal blades in the most hidden of places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought idly: given time, he would like to explore that claim more thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sipped his blood-red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps due to the clone-body, this Drukhari vintage actually tasted pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss An'lah, I look forward to your performance,\" he said with polite detachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath that veneer lay a sense of lofty disdain. He had no intention of validating her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Eden had come to the arena precisely because of these Succubi. To acquire them cheaply, he first needed to crush their pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah sensed the contempt and grew all the more stifled. Rage swelled in her chest, and she longed to vent it with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will see my skill…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped onto the balcony's edge, then tipped herself backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no safety line, she plunged a hundred meters toward the spike-ridden pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any error would have reduced her to a mangled heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she twisted with feline grace, dodging every deathtrap, and landed lightly as a cat upon the sands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two other Succubi soon descended beside her, blades drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pit's cages opened, releasing alien beasts and two massive razorwing bulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their roars shook the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An'lah! An'lah! An'lah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Drukhari spectators erupted, hailing the arena's brightest star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah led her sisters in a frenzied assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weaved through traps, dancing on spikes and blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their knives struck like serpents' fangs, each thrust piercing vital points and reaping lives and souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially An'lah—her strikes were swift and merciless, spraying blood-mist wherever she passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spines snapped, limbs and heads littered the ground, many victims dying before their severed flesh had even begun to bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, An'lah and her sisters encircled the bulls—towering beasts, over three meters tall, strong enough to smash tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their teamwork was seamless, like a rhythmic ballet carved into flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wound after another was carved into the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, An'lah delivered the killing blow, ending the slaughter-ballet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared thunderous approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing atop the slain beast, An'lah basked in adoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps fueled by defiance, she and her sisters had executed a flawless performance—their finest ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile finally touched her lips. She bowed with elegance and withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch. Not bad… there's something there after all,\" Eden muttered, raising a brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Succubi were indeed masters of the Drukhari art of death. Together, they could probably annihilate a squad of Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah and her sisters returned to the box by lift-cables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head held high, she strutted before Eden, her blood-streaked face still radiating beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Archon, how was our performance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want the truth, or a lie?\" Eden asked from his ornate throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah hesitated, then steadied her breath. \"I want the truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose, stepped close, and looked down at her, overwhelming in presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Succubus, anything less than perfection is waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In my eyes, you are not perfect. Not nearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your pride is laughable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the balconies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at the ones who cheer for you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheap-ticket rabble. A drop of blood and a dance, and they're enthralled. Anyone could please them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did you see a single noble or high warrior come to witness your skill?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah's fragile confidence shattered once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pressed closer, his aura suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me—do you wish to spend your life performing crude acts in this crumbling pit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or ascend to a grander stage, where all of Commorragh yearns for your art, maddened by your allure…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As does the Succubus Queen—Lelith Hesperax herself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words of Asurmen's scion struck her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That queen was the brightest star of Commorragh, coveted even by the Supreme Overlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archons fought one another bloody simply for the chance to host her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But could she, An'lah, ever reach such heights?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gave her no time to dwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With the arena's decline, you cannot last. Soon you won't even afford beasts for your matches. The crowds will abandon you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You will be worthless. Forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your only path is me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noble patron, heir of the Asurmen line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will transform you. I will raise you to the greatest stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the haughtiest nobles will vie for seats at your shows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lelith will envy your fame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared into her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now answer me—do you accept this new path, and submit to me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah's chest rose and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized that if she refused, this sole noble patron would leave without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he would never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Archon descended from an ancient, wealthy bloodline. He might be her—and her sisters'—last chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could not allow the Shadow Arena to wither and close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, An'lah closed her eyes and spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will obey, my Archon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled with satisfaction, lifting a hand to caress her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss An'lah, you have made the wisest choice of your life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah instinctively wanted to resist — she was a dancer, a master of the art of killing, not a plaything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she forced herself to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the scion of Asurmen made no further advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough, my Succubi. From now on, everything of yours falls under my care — including this arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… is my gesture of sincerity. From this day on, each month you will receive this kind of payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it will only grow greater.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden finished, Titus carried a finely wrought mechanical chest and placed it at the center table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chest opened like a blooming flower, revealing twelve vials of Seventh-Tier Soul Elixirs — 'Kisses of Venom.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the pure fragrance of souls suffused the entire chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Commorragh, nothing was harder currency than such purity of soul essence. Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arch—Archon… is this truly for us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah and her sisters stared wide-eyed at the soul elixirs, scarcely able to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the arena's decline, they had long forgotten the taste of such high-grade souls.ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI~Fire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the elixirs this Asurmen heir had offered were of a purity they had never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the Succubi — even Kronnie felt a stab of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he too should find a way to wring more from this noble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made his fawning gaze toward Eden even more sycophantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah forced her eyes from the soul elixirs, looking up at the Asurmen scion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then… what would you have us do next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had sworn obedience to him, and so she must listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, she truly wished to see the arena restored, to draw the crowds back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's very simple…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed down at the pit floor below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your first task is to blow this place to the ground. Destroy it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… what do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah tensed in alarm. \"This arena is our only possession!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not worry. I only see this stage as too small… too shabby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden soothed them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once you demolish this arena and the surrounding ruins, I will build a far grander coliseum here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spectacle like Crucibael in the core city — the most magnificent arena in the galaxy, vast as a city itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the new arena will be even more enthralling. Perhaps even the Succubus Queen herself will come to challenge it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An'lah and her sisters traded glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what other choice had they but to obey?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In any case, my people will arrange everything. All you need do is train as I command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the time is right, you will step onto the stage and show all Commorragh your art.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's aim was merely to claim the Succubi and the arena. Specialists would handle the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now he had enough strength to install his own agents throughout the satellite district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With matters settled, he had little desire to linger. He prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Eden stepped from the box, he paused — then returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached one of the Succubi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Succubus… your skill has truly captivated me. Might I invite you to dine with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he produced a bottle of rare, high-grade soul-perfume as a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chosen Succubus lit with delight, accepting both the invitation and the priceless perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be courted by an ancient noble was intoxicating indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the side, An'lah could only watch as her sister departed with the Asurmen heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart prickled with envy… and faint defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was her skill not sharper? Was her body not deadlier, more alluring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden's gambit was deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew An'lah still harbored resistance, unwilling to wholly yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he targeted one of her sisters first, to stoke rivalry within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, she would be far easier to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly, the sister he chose… had the larger chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Eden discovered firsthand the explosive pleasures of Succubi —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>athletic, endlessly flexible, their bodies honed by perpetual motion, capable of any pose, any art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found them intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redemption Satellite District, Dockside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Mechanicum ships arrived in droves, bearing engineering machines and construction materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, raiding ships of the Redemption Kabal ferried resources home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More workers were conscripted by the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss and the others marveled ever deeper at the Asurmen scion's wealth and influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What shocked them more was that he could command the aid of the Dark Mechanicum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those tech-sorcerers had never bowed to anyone, heads ever high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archons often squandered vast fortunes, resources, even ancient relics just to coax them into building a single manufactory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only way — for the Drukhari themselves relied on stockpiled weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few ever dedicated themselves to the study of machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their obsession was blood and art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the great transformation of the Redemption Satellite District began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Eden's name as Archon, new decrees were proclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One forbade the torment or mutilation of laborers — especially humans, who were essential to construction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violators would face harsh punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, other xenos could still be tortured freely. To ban it outright would provoke rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he supplied ample low-grade soul elixirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though toxic and painful, they were still preferable to wringing scraps of soul from slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For greater needs, more potent elixirs were for sale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Factories were already under construction, near the Archon's fortress itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Life's power was siphoned constantly through warp-taps, fueling the production of new elixirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surplus was stored away — to become the foundations of a Soul-Pleasure Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shadow Arena was demolished, its site rebuilt into a grander complex, surrounded by new housing blocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the arena thrived again, those residences would fetch astronomical prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The buyers: nobles and high warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their wealth tied to the district, they themselves would guard it from plunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was only one part of the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortresses and defense arrays were being designed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Super-heavy guns and forbidden weapons would crown them, strongholds like walls of iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to shatter any rival Kabal that dared attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redemption Satellite District, Ruins Quarter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow emerged from rubble, slipping between cover toward the construction zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes glowed faintly red in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… let my battle-brothers yet live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Sa'kan of the Salamanders prayed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years before, his company had followed Vulkan He'stan, Forgefather of the Chapter, to a savage world in search of one of the Nine Artefacts — the Song of Entropy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dreamed to gather all the relics, to restore their gene-father Vulkan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But during their quest, Sa'kan and his brethren stumbled upon an ancient Webway portal — and blundered into Drukhari territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were ambushed, scattered. Some brothers captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Sa'kan had infiltrated this satellite district, seeking a chance to free his brothers… and the tormented human slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders were perhaps the most loyal, harmonious, and wealthy of all Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Masters of the forge, keepers of relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When not at war, they lived among their mortal kin upon their perilous homeworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They loved their people like their own children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan wielded a sacred relic that cloaked his presence, rendering him near-invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, to infiltrate alien territory was perilous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Salamanders never lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan had promised to bring his brothers back. He would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it cost his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by careful step, he followed his beacon signal toward the prison where his brethren were held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last he reached the construction zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From cover he watched the works — humans and aliens laboring even through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their faces showed no suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead… they smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some slaves even bantered with Drukhari overseers?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan froze, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the vision of cruelty he had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about this Drukhari realm was… wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Over there — a strange aura!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three patrolling Incubi had sensed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They closed in around Sa'kan's hiding place.\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>",2737,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","86585f5b523025efb0dd6ee18cb26121bb7439fdf05f85469d1332c9dd4075b1","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-481","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-479",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]