[{"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-483":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},1681153,2147,"Chapter 483 484 – Savior: Hiss~ The Khan shouldn’t come chopping at me, right?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-483",483,"\u003Cp>Eden, with the help of the Master of Blood Mimes, disguised himself as an unremarkable minor Archon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer bore that noble, lofty appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his bearing still outshone that of ordinary Archons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to his Lhamean secretary, the mark of noble blood was something that could never be truly concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he brought the similarly disguised Ilyss and several of his most elite Incubi bodyguards aboard a raider that was transporting prisoners of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their destination was the Dark City of Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would enter the core districts of Commorragh under the pretense of slave trading, in order to survey the area firsthand and refine future plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raider passed through several tangled Webway gates before arriving at Commorragh's Redblood Port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, they offloaded and sold Ork prisoners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden, just like any other Archon visiting Commorragh, disembarked to step into the dark city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone did so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some to seek fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others to behold the grand arena and savor the feasts of souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If fortunate enough, one might even catch sight of Commorragh's most precious treasure—the Queen of the Arenas, Lelith Hesperax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden followed the port passage into the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere, spires stabbed upward, piercing the ashen sky, joined by countless flying buttresses and arches, weaving a complex aerial web.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The structures' smooth, cold surfaces reflected the dying sun's crimson light, steeping the city in gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole place resembled a vast, freezing labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a wretched place…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed as he gazed upon it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not voice the rest of his thoughts, but without doubt, this was also a nightmarish battlefield—an impregnable fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an immense and complex three-dimensional city would turn any invasion into brutal street-fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many troops would it take to fill this city?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his Savior Dominion were to attack Commorragh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His advantage in heavy units would be worthless. Not only would Knights and Titans find no space to maneuver, even super-heavy tanks would be useless here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would all come down to flesh and blood, wave after wave of warriors to fill the streets, with staggering casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the remnants of the ancient Aeldari Empire's defenses still lingered here. Light infantry could never breach them, and even Space Marines would struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throwing them into the endless districts—vaster in total than many planets combined—would barely raise a ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he were willing to grind forward year by year, decade by decade…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given a steady supply of troops and sacrifices, perhaps after centuries, even millennia, Commorragh could be taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assuming, of course, that Supreme Overlord Asdrubael Vect did not wield some artifact capable of upending the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet such a city also bore flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its rulers could not possibly control every sector, much less centralize power completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Commorragh had grown into what it was now: not a unified government, but an alliance of countless Kabals locked in constant blood-feud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Vect's Kabal of the Black Heart was the most powerful, bending the majority of Archons to his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that all bowed to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recent Great Schism of Commorragh had been sparked by several noble Archons. Unfortunately, they failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead or fled, the rebels were now no more than embers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Vect's forces could not fully purge dissenters in such a labyrinthine city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps I could rally some of the dissenters…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked up at the inverted towers hanging in the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Supreme Overlord's palace, nearly a light-year away from his current sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this star-sized city, without special conduits one could never reach such places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dear, this place is far worse than our Redem… over there,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss pressed herself against Eden's thick arm, her pale bosom squashed in her playful cling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, she had secured the role of a courtesan in their cover, and she relished it—acting with all her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lhamean secretary had resolved to seize this chance, to use every wile to spark something with her Archon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something like the Succubi did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also Ilyss's first time in Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swept her gaze about uneasily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddess of Life, this city feels dreadful… as though something terrible is watching me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You all feel it too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden asked his Incubi. They gave the same answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned slightly, a prickling sense of danger stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it be that we were marked the moment we entered this city?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Vect's spies had already fixed on them, then trouble brewed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would mean his every move lay under the enemy's gaze, and more of the Redemption Kabal's secrets were exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps plots were already brewing to destroy or plunder his satellite district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his psychic senses detected no surveillance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After careful probing, Eden exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a false alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unease Ilyss and the Incubi felt did not stem from the streets, but from their souls—an instinctive terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirsting Goddess of the Warp was watching this city, watching every Drukhari, hungering for their souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had they not felt this in the Redemption satellites? Likely the subtle protection of the Goddess of Life, Isha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that statues of Isha rose across the satellites, her worship had already formed and was growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Isha could not defeat the Dark Prince, within her statues' domains she could at least veil her followers from that ravenous gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That might explain why so many Archons and nobles, once visiting the Redemption satellites, longed to return again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why they poured fortunes into estates there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not only the fine environment and diversions, but also the subconscious survival instinct of their souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was the true advantage of the Redemption satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was the very key by which he might one day unseat Vect and claim Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come along, sweetheart, let's enjoy ourselves in this city!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stayed in character, roughly squeezing the beauty at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lhamean secretary moaned softly, her heart burning hotter. Perhaps the day she had long dreamed of was finally near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this moment, she had prepared in secret for so long—she would not lose to those detestable Succubi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden followed winding streets, sampling the many sordid amusements of the Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Novel, to say the least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Ilyss and the Incubi, all of it paled next to the Redemption satellites, and the soul-harvests here seemed pitifully thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh was more bustling than most Imperial hive-cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a short span, Eden saw fashions and art from dozens of civilizations—some old, some freshly looted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant iridescence mingled with lifeless black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even saw xenos mercenaries hawking trophies: exotic beasts, curiosities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brain-eater cats, multidimensional silver serpents, humanoid scorpions…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Drukhari nobility adored such pets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bird-loving Archon had even built an aviary whose cages were like skyscrapers, housing winged creatures from countless worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billions of birds shrieked and beat their wings endlessly, their cries carrying for great distances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the most coveted indulgence of the city remained the same: souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden led Ilyss into a \"luxurious\" soul-tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The décor was made of tortured bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every screaming form was feathered and gem-inlaid, displayed wherever eyes might fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Archons and the wealthy could partake here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden strode straight into the VIP section; no servant dared block an Archon's way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered the most expensive soul-liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon a Drukhari waitress brought skull-cups filled with amber soul-wine, faint wails echoing within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its scent was like scorched honey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden did not drink—he recognized the souls were human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had come to investigate, he could not bring himself to swallow tortured human souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss, however, did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tasting, her face did not glow with pleasure. Perhaps her palate had grown too accustomed to pure souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These souls are nothing. A crude imitation of Kiss of Venom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such harsh judgment made the waitress blanch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tavern was the finest in this district for soul-wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss lifted her chin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you not have anything better?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waitress studied the Archon and his consort, and seemed to decide something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With respect, she whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is soul-wine not listed on the menu. Rare spirits, just obtained. They are costly… but perhaps the true vintage you seek.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon she returned with a new draught, its fragrance turning heads across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drank it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no ordinary wine, but a soul-elixir diluted with beast blood—likely a grade-six Ecstatic Dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So… his own soul-elixirs had already spread into Commorragh's core districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a good thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was confident that these alluring products would soon sweep across the Dark City, unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like this tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly every Archon or noble patron here gladly paid handsomely for a cup of soul-liquor brewed from true elixirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a delight none had ever tasted before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same thing was happening throughout Commorragh. Batch after batch of soul-elixirs were being traded in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were then crafted into all manner of soul-products.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden even overheard talk of the Redemption satellites here in the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Archon who had once visited painted vivid, fevered tales of that maddening, extravagant paradise of souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no one really believed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not fathom a mere satellite district rivaling the Dark Eldar's own most opulent metropolis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bumpkin Archon, fresh off the shuttle, who had yet to sample Commorragh's true delights—of course he would spout nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles of the Dark City looked down upon the satellites with their own pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rarely spared a thought for the barren outskirts. What worth had such backwaters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any Archon with ambition would eventually make their way into Commorragh's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden did not linger in the tavern. He had already gathered the information he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption satellites had not yet drawn much attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as more stories spread, and more products flowed in, they would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they would become the very focus of envy and strife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From there, Eden and his party wound their way through the labyrinthine streets toward the most majestic arena in the galaxy—Crucibael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he saw endless skirmishes and assassinations. Many lay dead in the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the corpses of Archons vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his Incubi were strengthened by consuming vast pure soul-essence, powerful enough to dispatch any who dared make a move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gleaned further intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most startling was a new, eerie rumor circulating among the Drukhari:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human wraith-warrior, astride a fearsome mechanical steed, was said to haunt the Webway routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any who encountered him were slaughtered mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Incubi bodyguards could avail them. Several Kabals had reportedly perished this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every soul taken was seized by the Thirsting Goddess herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dear… I… I saw the Ghost Warrior too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss whispered in fear, recalling her glimpse of the phantom rider in the Webway void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She feared this terrifying figure might one day threaten the Redemption satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden went numb listening to her detailed description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long-bearded brute, riding a roaring machine-bike through the Webway, carving down aliens?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that not Jaghatai Khan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of the White Scars, the Great Khan, the Emperor's Warhawk, the galaxy's greatest rider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars Legion was among the Imperium's fastest and fiercest forces, their warships overhauled into engines of pure speed and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though when the Emperor first found them, they were still steppe horsemen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan and his sons mastered lightning war—striking fast, dodging faster, killing faster still. Like the wind, they came and went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jaghatai himself… his might was legendary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had beaten Daemon-Primarch Mortarion into the dirt with his own fists, whereas Guilliman, even with the Emperor's Sword, only fought the Plague Lord to a stalemate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, \"Old G\"'s combat power was floor-level compared to his brothers—far better suited for governance and building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Imperium's last records, Jaghatai continued to fight after the Horus Heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he grew weary, allowing himself to be drawn into the Drukhari Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was never seen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the White Scars steadfastly believed their Primarch still lived, racing the endless hidden roads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one day he would return on his void-bike—perhaps with Leman Russ riding pillion—both bearing the severed heads of alien lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan's reported reappearance in the Webway thrilled Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was momentous for the Imperium—another mighty Primarch returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to find a way to reach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But worry gnawed as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the Khan rampaged through the Redemption satellites? The Khan despised aliens above all, and lived for cutting them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that—Eden had to be wary himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this Drukhari-clone body ever crossed paths with the Khan in the Webway, there was no doubt—he'd be hacked apart before he could even flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is… troublesome…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan's presence could easily disrupt his plans—unless he could somehow win the Primarch's cooperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was near impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Horus nor the loyalists had ever swayed the wild Khan. Even the Emperor himself had struggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Eden could only hope that until he seized Commorragh, the Khan would not cross his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, Emperor forbid, not be used by Vect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Overlord excelled at turning others' blades to his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Khan truly came to cut down this \"xenos,\" Eden doubted even Titus could stand against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he did not dwell too long on the matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway was vast. The wild rider came and went like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chances of meeting were slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the time came, he would face it. Soldiers to block soldiers, water to cover water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They passed through several more Webway gates, spending a hefty sum before finally securing seats at the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were noble's seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the coveted boxes reserved for viewing Lelith Hesperax herself, they were near-impossible to obtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her appearances were unpredictable, and tickets were always sold out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a mere \"minor Archon,\" Eden could hardly hope to secure one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss nestled into her master's arms, pouting that the prices were outrageous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her role as \"consort\" was sinking in deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden almost reminded her not to overact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was only obeying orders, playing her role with zeal—he could not scold that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon they entered Crucibael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena was so massive that flightcraft were required just to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its outer walls bristled with spires, while waves of gladiators, captives, and slaves poured through countless passages into the central pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each day, uncounted warriors perished there in displays of flamboyance, cruelty, and torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today's spectacle: Succubus versus Succubus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lithe, lethal bodies and dazzling skills sent the crowds into rapture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden reclined in his open-air box, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Succubi all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three at once, in mid-combat games—he had already experienced such things, without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here merely to sample a rival's service, to see if his own arenas needed refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what he saw, they did not. His arenas already surpassed Commorragh's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, his gaze shifted from the pit to the neighboring balconies, observing the Drukhari nobility—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the refined ladies and maidens with their alluring forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, what are you looking at?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss teased, growing bold, her hand wandering where it shouldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not here… not in public,\" Eden murmured, refusing her service, mind on his true task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps one of them might yield useful intelligence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to exploit his gifts as a favored of the Dark Prince—time to penetrate the enemy's inner circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in another box, Archon Marlac was doing the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wealthy, powerful figure with a licentious past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But centuries of age and the Thirsting Goddess's slow drain had long withered his passions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only extremes of blood and slaughter could stir him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until recently, when he found himself falling in love—because of a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marlac stared at the noble box to his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There sat a solitary woman, flanked only by two massive Incubi guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen such beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was languid, sensual. Her black hair coiled high, her skin pale and flawless, her lips painted obsidian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than her looks, it was the aura—desire radiating endlessly, yet mingled with a sovereign aloofness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, such a woman was not one just anyone could approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was likely the possession of some powerful figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Marlac believed himself capable of claiming her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would make her his cherished, private treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All who stood in the way—Archons, nobles, whoever they might be—would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew her name: Lady Beda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was not alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marlac's eyes slid toward another box, where a tall Archon from the satellites sat—a bumpkin, by his look, fresh from some backwater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even he dared gaze at Marlac's chosen prize!\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>",2791,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","97a2fe30289c34823b82f72fcdb2a8065419fadb9afc76429168a5ffea2dbbb0","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-484","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-482",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]