[{"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-481":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},1681151,2147,"Chapter 481 - 482 – Salamanders: Savior, You’ve Given Far Too Much!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-481",481,"\u003Cp>The Incubi scouted the area but, after finding nothing unusual, moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan remained hidden behind cover, not daring to make a single move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly realized how tight the defenses were. Even with the aid of his forbidden relics, slipping through the lines wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamander stayed perfectly still, patient enough to wait for a true gap in the defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An entire night passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The construction site grew noisy again as more slaves were brought in to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were tasked with the fourth phase of the Soul Paradise project: building soul-pools and extreme torture chambers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You damned fool! Didn't you see the slaves' working hours already exceeded the limit?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Trueborn overseer of the Dark Eldar lashed out furiously, thrashing a half-blood foreman with a thorned whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the slaves are worn out and the schedule delayed, we'll all face severe punishment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archon was strict beyond measure—every deadline and every loss had been carefully calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any injuries or deaths among the slaves risked disrupting the project, and that meant losses to the Archon's wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that spelled disaster for everyone involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Dark Eldar dared not work the slaves past their limits. At most, each shift could last ten hours before they were rotated out for rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood foreman trembled, stammering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddess Isha, I didn't mean to… it was the timer that malfunctioned…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's no excuse for failure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Trueborn snapped the whip harder, though he avoided crippling blows. Killing or maiming a contracted foreman would still slow progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, even they were considered property of the Archon, and he had no right to destroy them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood foreman, battered and bloody, tried to find a solution. He couldn't afford to lose everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What else?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Trueborn growled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rotate the slaves out now. File a full report and await further orders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Kabal placed far more emphasis on contracts and rules than most Kabals. Everyone obeyed them to the letter—if not, the Incubi Enforcers would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their instruments of pain were infamous: light punishments ended with being stitched back together by the Haemonculi; heavy punishments meant death—or worse, your soul gifted to the Thirsting Lady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So no one dared rebel. On the contrary, they upheld the rules, knowing it was safer—and rewarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archon was generous to those who served and obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, a Lhamean appeared and announced the Archon's new decree:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the satisfactory progress in construction, all overseers were to be rewarded with soul-drugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar managers rejoiced, grateful for such generosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had chosen the right master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the Trueborn overseer and the half-blood foreman happily received their rewards: each one was given a supply of Tier-4 soul elixirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their unease melted away. Perhaps their punishment would not be severe after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the orders of the half-blood, the slaves rotated out to the gathering grounds, where they were fed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, today's meal has such a huge cut of meat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human slave, Tonken, shoved coarse bread into his mouth—inside was rich, real meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes welled up as he ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I had known life in xenos territory would be like this, I never should've hidden my wife and daughter…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family had once been hive workers, toiling in an assembly plant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nineteen-hour shifts, toxic air, starvation rations made from corpse starch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many died of exhaustion or hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still the quotas grew heavier every day, demanded by the Tithe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could collapse entirely, Dark Eldar raiders struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slavers hunted them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonken had managed to hide his wife and child, sparing them from capture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after being taken himself to the Redemption satellite zone, the unexpected happened—he wasn't tortured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was… better off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, slaves lived under a ten-hour shift system, with food and shelter guaranteed—and sometimes even extra rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was paradise compared to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The xenos overseers were even kinder than his old hive supervisors. At least here, they didn't kill indiscriminately. Wounded slaves were treated quickly—for fear of losing productive workers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonken prayed daily to the God-Emperor for such grace—and sometimes, in private, even to the xenos Archon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He regretted hiding his family. They were likely still starving in the hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only they'd been captured too, maybe they'd be safe here with him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply been lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Savior not seized this satellite zone, he would have faced endless torment instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… have I gone mad?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his cover, Salamander Sa'kan stared in disbelief.Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelFɪre.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—this was the Dark Eldar?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the Tau treated human slaves this well! And compared to the Imperium? These slaves lived better than most of his kin back on Nocturne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Sa'kan feared corruption, Chaos twisting his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the purity seals pressed into his armor's wax showed no taint, no warp corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts were untainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamander felt dazed. These human slaves were safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't need rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was he supposed to do? \"Rescue\" them back into starvation and death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a Salamander would even think such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any stricter Chapter would have declared the slaves traitors and cleansed them outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Sa'kan remained motionless for half a month before finally spotting a gap in the defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped deeper into the heartlands, his relics shielding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the deeper he went, the more disturbed he became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This alien domain was… harmonious. Horrifyingly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All its inhabitants were united in construction. Great works rose skyward: a theme park spanning half a continent, a coliseum the size of a city, countless flesh-factories and research halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse was the defense network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fortifications outmatched anything he had seen in the Imperium—even rivaling fortress-worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, most were still incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they'd been operational, even relics couldn't have hidden him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it was still perilous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than once, Sa'kan was nearly discovered by the Terror Legion mercenaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of them had been hired to serve the Archon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan couldn't understand how. Normally, those brutal killers barely obeyed anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, they bore Dark Eldar sigils, disciplined and loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, Sa'kan pressed on, trying to reach where his battle-brothers were imprisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a year passed in the attempt. The alien domain was vast, spanning half a world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he saw, the heavier his heart grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Archon of the Redemption Kabal commanded terrifying power: even the Dark Mechanicum and the Terror Legion bent the knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some districts, colossal statues of the Dark Muse herself towered above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity now faced a dreadful foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan prayed only to find his brothers soon, unleash his relic's chaos, and escape to report this to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, the Lord Regent might send armies to annihilate this nest of xenos before it grew further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Sa'kan reached the facility where his brothers were held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his shock—there were hardly any guards. No dense turrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're alive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armor's auspex confirmed it—his brothers still lived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overjoyed, he struck down a patrolling Kabalite and slipped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat was intense, choking. Sa'kan's heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brothers must be under torment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon he heard their voices—roaring shouts, hammer-strikes against armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan drew his melta weapon, ready to burn down their tormentors and free his kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within the forge-hall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers, faster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When this job's done, we'll show the others what we've achieved!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A company of Salamanders were hard at work, each at a great forge, hammering with fiery zeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were… crafting weapons for the coliseum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders were among the finest weapon-smiths in the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steel gate melted instantly under the melta breacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan burst in, rolled hard, and leveled his weapon—ready to cut down any enemies inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his visor displayed zero xenos signatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders inside had hammers raised mid-swing, staring wide-eyed at their battle-brother who had just stormed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sa'kan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them recognized him immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you find this place? We were just thinking of coming to look for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan removed his helmet, staring at them with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sons of Vulkan, my flame-brothers… why are you serving the xenos?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not believe it. That Salamanders would betray the Imperium—their faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We took a contract,\" one of them admitted, scratching his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once we finish forging this batch of specialty weapons, we'll receive a reward beyond imagining…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What temptation could possibly drive you to this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan's voice trembled with anguish, each word weighed with accusation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were it not for their intact purity seals, and their long years of brotherhood, he might have struck them down already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This, after all, was the flaw the Imperium so often condemned in the Salamanders: their sympathy for the common folk, their defense of the weak, and their refusal to slaughter their own battle-brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such mercy often made relations with other Chapters… strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan's disbelief was sharpened by another fact: the Salamanders had virtually no record of treachery. They were among the most loyal of all Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five hundred pure gene-seeds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One brother produced a special container, inside of which pulsed a preserved progenoid. He handed it to Sa'kan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfectly compatible with our Chapter's lineage. No corruption. The Imperium has almost none left in such condition. We've seen them—better even than the gene-seeds in our vault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan carefully took the container and opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was indeed a flawless progenoid—untainted, priceless. The seed of new life for their Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders had always been among the smallest of the First Founding Legions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at Isstvan V, they were nearly wiped out. After Guilliman's Codex Astartes reforms, they could barely form successor Chapters at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For millennia they had struggled to rebuild their numbers, and progress was painfully slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gene-seed stock was fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the purity of successor Chapters like the Black Dragons was questioned—mocked even—by Imperial genetors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Lord Regent had returned and stabilized the gene-seed banks, priority went to the Ultramarines and Chapters vital to the Indomitus Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders received only a pittance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They cherished every seed—recovering them even at terrible cost from fallen brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of the reasons Sa'kan had risked his life: not just to save his kin, but to recover their gene-seeds if they had perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F–five hundred pure progenoids?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan's breath shook as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders' entire vault held fewer than a hundred—and none of this purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's… hard to refuse…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought struck him like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't heresy without precedent. Many Chapters had dealt with xenos before—even allied with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xenos often traded in gene-seeds, knowing their worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sa'kan growled, shaking his head violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! We Salamanders cannot stoop so low! Not at the cost of our kin's lives!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the weapons they forged could one day slay humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're not for war,\" one Salamander insisted, pointing to a pile of ornate designs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're only making special gear for the Dark Eldar arenas—props for spectacle. Nothing more. A few years' work, that's all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't deny it—this was a tempting deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sa'kan, you came at the right time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another clasped his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your skill at the forge surpasses ours. Stay. Help us. Earn more—dozens of progenoids for the Chapter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The offer stirred him—but he shook his head firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you forgotten our mission? We must still seek the Nine Artefacts of our Gene-Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that his brothers still lived was a relief beyond price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were bound by contract now. Dark Eldar Kabals were founded on such bonds. Breaking them was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And who among them could abandon so rich a reward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sa'kan could still press on alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of continuing his quest for the relic Song of Entropy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean the Song of Entropy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Salamander smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our instruments already detected its energy. Ninety-five percent certainty—it lies buried deep within this domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But we can't extract it. Not with our tools.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan's face hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Song of Entropy… fallen into a xenos realm. Recovering it will be near impossible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh and its satellite realms constantly absorbed fragments of other dimensions. It was no surprise such a relic might appear here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But retrieving it under alien watch? Impossible—short of razing the entire stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry. The Archon has already promised to use heavy machinery to help us retrieve it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're mad!\" Sa'kan nearly blacked out at the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To reveal such knowledge to xenos—it could mean Vulkan's very return!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamander raised a signal, confirming no xenos nearby. He activated a shielded field and whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Archon serves the Savior. The Primarch himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he showed Sa'kan the proof: the Savior's private seal, documents, even holo-recordings of their communication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear. The Savior was using the Archon as a puppet in a larger plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure progenoids—they were provided by the Primarch himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now the Salamanders were part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Sa'kan demanded to see the Archon—and by transmission, the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… he stayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pay: fifty pure progenoids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half given, half gifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior wanted these masters of the forge bound to him utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so he seeded their Chapter with his own gene-seeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redemption Satellite Zone, Archon's Fortress Spire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ended the transmission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments before, he had played both roles—the Dark Eldar Archon and the Savior Primarch—convincing Sa'kan to remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he turned back to his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption satellite zone was running out of space. The docks were too cramped to handle the tide of ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would need to absorb more dimensional real estate to expand ports before the grand opening of his domain to all of Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not solved before construction ended, chaos would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, another report arrived:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great machines were ready. Excavation of the ruins containing the Song of Entropy would begin tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That relic tied to Vulkan… the Savior would see it recovered.\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>",2372,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","2d515cec435803c43d537d739868d163578f04900423a82985a7245d9586cc32","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-482","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-480",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]