[{"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-482":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},1681152,2147,"Chapter 482 - 483 – Savior: That’s… the Star Gods’ Cooking Pot?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-482",482,"\u003Cp>The Ruins District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engines roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anti-gravity sails of the Tantalus super-heavy tanks rippled faintly, adjusting their heading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These creations—like floating warships plated with scythe-blades—were the most powerful ground vehicles of the Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than twenty Tantalus super-heavy tanks moved side by side, halting at the designated site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dim black glow flickered as their weapons finished charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple giant pulse disintegrators fired in unison, obliterating ruins hundreds of meters high, filling the air with stone and dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, titanic tunneling machines—ten meters tall, with savage drills—were deployed, biting into the shattered rock and walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground quaked violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfft, should've asked those black-oil cogboys to bring a few Chaos Titans over to do this excavation work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden waved his hand in front of his face as if swatting away dust, then turned to his Lhamean secretary:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long until we reach the target site?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss answered without hesitation, as though she had prepared this long ago:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, according to the calculations of the Dark Mechanicum magos, we should reach the relic within 48 hours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years of service had only deepened her awe of the descendant of Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Archon's network was so vast, his wealth so boundless, that he could command and hire some of the most renowned forces in the galaxy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even enslaving the most loyal of the Adeptus Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something even the Supreme Overlords of Commorragh could not accomplish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Ilyss, it seemed there was nothing her Archon could not achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he truly was the greatest Archon of the Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, nourished by pure soul essence, the Lhamean's beauty only grew sharper. Her only goal was to serve her Archon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could crawl into his bed, that would be the ultimate triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after watching the \"games\" her master played with his Succubi, she had to slip away to her chambers and pleasure herself afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's too strong… stronger than any Drukhari male…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made her silk-wrapped legs instinctively squeeze together. She shifted slightly, fearful that the Archon's keen senses might notice her unrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden's focus was no longer on his secretary. He was conversing with the Salamanders warrior, Sa'kan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once we find the artifact, I'll contact the Primarch of Hope and have it returned to Nocturne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he coveted relics, this was a treasure of Vulkan, the Salamanders' gene-sire. Keeping it would be dishonorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa'kan nodded without a word. He had little interest in speaking with an alien puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If thanks were owed, it was to the Primarch of Hope. That figure had given the Salamanders far more aid than they could ever repay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days later, the tunneling machines finally broke through the ruins, exposing a massive subterranean complex more than ten kilometers deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What came next was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden deployed his Incubi to annihilate the remnant defenses and banish the warp-spawn haunting the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the threats cleared, the troops withdrew, leaving Eden, Sa'kan, and the Dark Mechanicum magos to descend by lift into the relic's core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a great hall cobbled together from countless ruins, buildings of many ages fused as if by some mysterious power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its center loomed an enormous construct—an ancient mechanical ring of black iron and stone, radiating with age-old power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is the Song of Entropy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had imagined it to be some weapon harnessing entropic energy. What he saw looked more like a machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he noticed the change in Sa'kan's and the magos' expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not our gene-father's relic,\" Sa'kan said regretfully. \"It's another artifact. Our instruments only detect similar energy signatures, and they sometimes give false readings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In searching for Vulkan's artifacts, the Salamanders often stumbled upon other relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, their vaults brimmed with forbidden archeotech, rarely touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they did not know that the Primarch of Hope coveted every such treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes gleamed, rubbing his hands together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn't the Song of Entropy, then it was his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh and its satellites were built atop the ruins of the Aeldari empire, even the battlefields of the War in Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any artifact from that age was priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had scoured the ruins himself and found nothing. Without Salamanders' specialized instruments, he would never have uncovered this relic, buried so deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Drukhari, obsessed only with pain and souls, had no interest in such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps some device channeling entropic energy,\" Sa'kan offered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Salamanders were adept at finding relics, not deciphering them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Omnissiah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Mechanicum magos nearly fell upon the device in ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scanning and comparing with forbidden archives, he gasped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Breath of the Gods—a Necron device of immeasurable power!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to proscribed Mechanicus records, an explorator named Tius once uncovered such a device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went mad, seeking to \"purge\" Terra and Mars of all life and set himself as their ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he tried to activate the Breath of the Gods, Aeldari Craftworlders struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-activated device lost control and tore itself apart in a cataclysm of energy, reduced to useless wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragments described it thus:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect machine with temporal properties, able to draw power from stars across past, present, and future—providing the Necron Star Gods with infinite energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So… it's the Star Gods' cooking pot?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden digested the explanation in his own words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, all life needs sustenance—even gods of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The C'tan were stellar vampires. Their meals were suns themselves. Crunch, bite, swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the War in Heaven had been so catastrophic, annihilating civilizations and setting the galaxy aflame. The C'tan's appetite was too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devices like this \"pot\" must have been plentiful then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they were treasures beyond price—sources of limitless energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's grin nearly split his face. No wonder the Mechanicus loved tomb-raiding so much. The galaxy's graves held irresistible prizes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately summoned more Dark Mechanicum adepts to study it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would link with the data-forums of the Mechanicus, uniting with both the Dark Mechanicum and the Urth Mechanicus to research this relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, there was precedent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they had failed to unlock its temporal secrets, the Mechanicus had learned how to activate the Breath of the Gods, channeling power from stars ensnared in the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless dying suns were trapped there. This very satellite sector held two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh's core contained many more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari empire had likely used such devices to power the Webway's vast cities, feeding their wraithbone foundations with stellar energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this machine itself was a captured spoil of the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magi could not fathom its true workings, but starting it up was straightforward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like humanity's STCs, the most advanced civilizations favored \"idiot-proof\" designs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Eden's own era, even auto-pilots had begun replacing drivers. Why wouldn't the ancients build simple, self-operating machines?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only regret: this device was bound to the bedrock, part of an even vaster machine-complex buried below. It could not be moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Eden would already have claimed it for his dominion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was a boon to the Redemption Satellite. The Breath of the Gods channeled stellar energy into the substructure's wraithbone, causing it to grow again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, the satellite extended, absorbing matter from other dimensions, expanding its landmass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What magnificent technology…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood at the edge of the Redemption Satellite. Beyond lay endless Webway void, littered with planetary fragments, Craftworld ruins, and shattered cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each fragment was the size of a continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The devastation of that ancient war was laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick wraithbone stretched into the void, replicating, fusing with debris—planets, cities, warships, jade monoliths, marble pillars, broken platinum engines, tiles inlaid with silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were seized and woven together into solid structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden suspected Commorragh's core concealed a similar relic, explaining its constant expansion—absorbing alien matter, fusing countless cities into a single sprawling monstrosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such chaotic city-structure should have collapsed long ago. Only the Breath of the Gods kept it alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the ancient Aeldari Empire had once done the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Drukhari of today clearly lacked such interest, and even less the patience to shape their cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer possessed the endless lifespans and resources of their ancestors—luxuries once spent in pursuit of perfect artistry and sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Drukhari now were more like rats in the sewers, hiding within the Webway to escape the predations of She Who Thirsts upon their souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sins of their forebears had strangled the destiny of all their descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer dreamed of regaining dominion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss stood silently behind her Archon, awaiting his orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had drifted a little too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Goddess of Life~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Lhamean covered her mouth with a gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss glanced once more into the void, then shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing, my lord… perhaps a hallucination.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Restrain yourself when using soul-drugs. Especially the hallucinogenic blends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden dismissed it lightly. Hallucinations were practically routine for Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Slaanesh did not drag them screaming into Her clutches, it was tolerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More likely it was the harsher additives in the narcotics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he ought to supply his subordinates with healthier concoctions—after all, they had work to do, and must remain effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave the void one more glance, then turned back toward the Archon's Spire with Ilyss at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lhamean looked back once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vision still haunted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had glimpsed, upon a drifting wreck, a long-bearded human warrior astride some mechanical steed—only for him to vanish into the void of the Webway in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Redemption Satellite expanding, construction projects became far easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden raised larger ports capable of handling unending streams of travelers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>District by district, new structures rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New residential zones were planned upon the freshly gained land, meant to draw in ever more Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two and a half years later.The most update n0vels are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archon's Spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat in his office, scrolling through the latest intelligence reports, carefully analyzing the current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great fracture of Commorragh was nearing its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rift-torn districts were mending. Chaos invaders, rebellious Archons opposing Asdrubael Vect, and rampaging xenos marauders were all in retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant the Supreme Overlord would now have more attention to spare for Commorragh's shifting balance of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was not the outcome Eden wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he unleashed his own forces—the Saviors, Orks, and Tau cadres—sending them to strike at Webway gates across Commorragh, conducting endless raids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their task: make as much noise as possible, keeping the ruling elite and their armies too distracted to notice the quiet rise of the Redemption Satellite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buying time for his domain to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Satellite stood open to all, neutral in posture, drawing in warriors and migrants from nearby districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more Kabals invested there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archons and their lieutenants lost themselves in the arenas and soul-gardens, trafficking spirit-drugs and soul-artifacts for profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even carried trade back into the core of Commorragh itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All according to Eden's plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He formalized and regulated this system into a multi-tier distribution network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great Kabals received cheap supplies of soul-drugs, reselling them with a markup to the middle Kabals, who in turn raised prices again when passing them down to the lesser Kabals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the final product reached Drukhari society at the expected price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong Kabals secured exclusive lines, premium blends available only through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hierarchy bound every player in the chain of profit to Eden's chariot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who broke the rules, hoarded spoils, or tried to eat alone would be crushed by all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who played by the rules, and recruited enough subordinates into the chain, were rewarded with greater resources—even free estates and entire districts in the Redemption Satellite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more they invested in Eden's domain, the safer it became. No one wanted to see their own wealth destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every civilization, generosity forged loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asdrubael Vect ruled through terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of Hope, the Savior, descendant of Asurmen, ruled through lavish wealth and shared prosperity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All who cooperated would gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, they would be better off than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's goal was clear: before Commorragh's rulers could react, he would bind enough Kabals to his cause to resist Vect's inevitable strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This peace won't last long…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden closed the dataslate, rubbing his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Satellite's influence now reached into Commorragh proper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the ruling elite finally awoke to this and turned their eyes upon him, the storm would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Commorragh would drown in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asdrubael Vect. A slave of the ancient Aeldari, now ruler of the Dark City, feared across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A master who never hesitated to wield the foulest of stratagems:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guiding the Imperium's armies into Commorragh, using Astartes to slay remnants of the Aeldari nobility that might have opposed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seducing an enemy's daughter, having her betray her father, then flaying the man alive while forcing him to watch Vect defile her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driving a Daemon-infested space hulk into a rival's fortress, delivering them a gift box containing a captive micro-black hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allowing his own followers to slay him, watching who resisted and who submitted—then returning from \"death\" to obliterate the traitors with an artificial sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His record of infamy stretched endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the adversary Eden faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster who had slain countless rivals—yet no one knew how to slay him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps that festering wretch is already plotting how to deal with me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's domain and Commorragh had already clashed. His Webway gates had been attacked. Worse was sure to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Vect would never suspect Eden had already infiltrated his city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how this war would end. Would the Redemption Satellite be annihilated by some unknown weapon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the outcome, Eden knew only one truth: he must prevail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not forgotten why he came—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to seize all of Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only to win, but to drive every Drukhari from the Dark City—whether by exile or extermination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the hardest task of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way forward was unclear. Perhaps his wisest advisors would provide the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, it is time for your meeting with Master Kronnie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss approached, announcing the arrival of the Bloodbride Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kronnie's Tyranid-flesh modification project had proven a success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden regarded him steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need your services. Give me a full flesh-masking, a disguise none may pierce.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this descendant of Asurmen, Archon of the Redemption Kabal, Savior of many—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was going to Commorragh itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And risk would follow.\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>",2440,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","5f17d3941fb47138cb03a1addc5f8c0e13fb8adea0dc00dcf40db4a1cd869159","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-483","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-481",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]