[{"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-488":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},1681158,2147,"Chapter 488 - 489: Titus, Go Hold Off the Primarch Khan!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-488",488,"\u003Cp>The roar of engines and howls surged like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Titus stood like an immovable reef before them all, not retreating a single step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legendary Iron Halo field at his back intercepted most of the shattering crystal rounds and venomous darts. Additional layered force fields activated, even refracting las-beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the generosity of his Gene-Father, this warrior bore at least three pieces of legendary force-field wargear, alongside a number of one-use defensive devices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a top-tier, gold-plated champion—yet his own strength was just as formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, what's with this Mon-keigh?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar vanguard squad on their jetbikes gaped in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapons on their Reaver jetbikes couldn't pierce this human's defense. His armor was tougher than most heavy vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't stop them—no matter how strong his armor, no field could withstand a close-range power weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their Reaver bikes screeched past, gravity talons snapping out to rip his armor and flesh apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their hopes were dashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus was like a rampaging beast, shrugging off the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single punch shattered a vehicle and its rider in one blow; the flying wreckage smashed into another Reaver, triggering a chain of explosions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Booms resounded in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar Incubi leapt to join the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved like deadly dancers, grotesque power weapons—agonisers, demi-klaives, and other twisted blades—slashing at impossible angles toward weak points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Titus proved even faster, his combat knife and power sword weaving an impenetrable wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike tore away a limb—or a life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mon-keigh, you underestimate us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Incubi exchanged glances, then flipped back in perfect unison, regrouping before lunging again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their power weapons struck simultaneously, leaving no room to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus did not falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his power sword in both hands and unleashed one precise cross-cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch-forged relic Glory was impossibly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike sheared through all five oncoming weapons—and five heads flew free in the same heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies hit the ground with heavy thuds, blood spraying across his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such slaughter broke the vanguard's morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Reavers gunned their engines, pulling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had realized—they could not defeat this warrior. Even at full force, they could not bring him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad withdrew, choosing instead to regroup with the main force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon more horrors surged forward: clawed Talos, razor-fanged Khymerae, and packs of Warp Hounds, flanked by Dark Eldar warriors and their writhing engines of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crashed upon Titus like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can he… really hold against all of that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maris, fighting beside Eden within a force-field barricade, kept firing into smaller enemy units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her gaze kept straying toward the embattled human bodyguard. Just watching his struggle left her breathless. If he fell, none could stand in the way of the hunters' onslaught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For now, he'll hold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden hurled a grav-wave device, stalling one surge of attackers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kabal of the Black Heart had made a mistake—thinking they could overwhelm Titus with sheer numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to a champion even favored by Khorne, the more enemies, the stronger he became. This was a warrior who had swum through Ork hordes and Daemonic tides!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By fighting this way, perhaps that old bastard Khorne was secretly \"charging him up\" in the Warp—feeding him with more strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hopefully, Titus would fight all the harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, let the lust for slaughter consume him entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden didn't worry about corruption. Titus's will was unyielding. The likely outcome was simple—take the Warp's \"free gifts\" without giving anything back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And indeed, in the raging tide Titus only grew fiercer, carving a road of gore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even used the piled bodies of foes as cover, blocking toxin rounds and disintegration beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal Cronos Parasite Engine roared, its hulking body hosting a mutilated Beastmaster fused into its flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It drained hanging human slaves with a soul-probe, then injected itself with more narcotics and adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mon-keigh, the deaths of my pets mean nothing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grotesque engine howled, iron hooks and chains whipping outward, blood-filled syringes and liquefiers primed to fire. \"I am invulnerable—the power of souls surrounds me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One barbed hook ripped away half of Titus's faceplate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glared at the abomination, rage seething in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xenos—DIE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He severed its whipping tendrils, leapt onto the monstrosity's back, and hammered it with brutal fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine rampaged, trampling Khymerae and Warp Hounds alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Get off me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fused Beastmaster's head screamed in agony as chains and liquefier sprays lashed out, maiming Dark Eldar nearby—some skewered on hooks, others dissolved into bubbling sludge.Fresh chapters posted on novel※fire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Gene-Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus snarled, teeth gritted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seized the warped head in both hands, squeezing until— crunch—it burst like rotten fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abomination collapsed, its flesh bulk tumbling lifelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Titus fought on, blood spraying with every strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the Dark Eldar were no mindless Orks or frenzied Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reinforcements brought heavier weapons, pulling back to hammer him from range with Ravagers and other vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn… we can't hold much longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grimaced, injecting stimms and soul-serums into his decaying body. His shoulder wound still festered, but he fought to keep the shield-wall intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it—the scales of battle were tipping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus was being boxed in, and his own line with Maris faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this… the end?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed. Perhaps he would order Titus to retreat—this clone body was finished anyway. Maybe he would need to start over, rethink everything in Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that would be a disastrous loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the worst struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus was pinned by several Engines, while a Ravager's dark-lance array charged its disintegration beam—enough to vaporize a Baneblade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the brink of destruction—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commotion rippled through the Dark Eldar. Even the Ravager's guns swung aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their midst came panicked cries in Eldar tongue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it—the Ghost Warrior is here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop him! Kill that ghost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Ravager, the Archon of the hunt bellowed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a whispered nightmare across Commorragh—entire Kabals wiped out by the Ghost Warrior. None could resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they would face him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked where all eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engines thundered—an armored giant loomed, cloak snapping crimson behind him, beard bristling beneath his helm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rode a Voidbike that gleamed like a dragon of the steppe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifth Primarch of the White Scars, the Great Khan of Chogoris—Jaghatai Khan—had arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had seen his statue in the Plaza of Heroes, a head shorter than himself—but the living Khan was far taller, a humanoid Dreadnought astride his ancient bike Moonfang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's heart surged: \"Emperor preserve us. Our salvation has come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar shrieked in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan thundered through the Webway, Moonfang crushing foes to paste, heads flying at every pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even disintegration beams fizzled harmlessly against his aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Primarch's psychic might rivaled Mortarion's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Heresy, many Imperial warriors had embraced psychic powers to fight Daemons and xenos alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Guilliman, stubborn as ever, resisted—though even he wielded the Emperor's Sword, a psychic relic in its own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destroy him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archon screamed orders as Ravagers leveled their guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Khan drew forth a massive bolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hands it looked like a toy pistol—yet one shot obliterated the Ravager about to fire its dark-matter cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an ancient weapon from the Dark Age of Technology, capable of unleashing atomic shells, plasma bursts, and electromagnetic bolts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could halt his charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the abominable engines fell like straw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan was a horse-lord of the void, a cavalryman of the stars, plunging straight for the command barge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soared high—then in a single blazing stroke, his relic blade White Tiger Dao sheared the gun-deck apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved too fast to follow, carving through prow to stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he re-mounted Moonfang, he held the Archon's severed head aloft—its face frozen in terror, not yet realizing it was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Khan's way of war: relentless high-speed assaults, annihilating the foe before they could react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In minutes, the Dark Eldar hunting party collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic-stricken, they abandoned the mission. Scattered warriors fled in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But few could escape death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonfang was too fast, the White Tiger Dao too sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads rolled like autumn leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flourish, no wasted motion—only speed, power, and inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden breathed out, awestruck:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khan… truly among the mightiest of Primarchs. A walking engine of slaughter. Who knows how many xenos he's cut down in these Webway depths…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, the Primarchs' combat power ranked at the very forefront of both the galaxy and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were forces no ordinary army could hope to withstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they unleashed their true essence, they descended like gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—he himself was the exception, a \"watered-down\" Primarch. Though specialized against daemons of the Warp, in realspace his raw strength was… less than stellar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His influence across the galaxy depended more on power and faction than personal might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan, however—his ferocity was undeniable. Surely, he would cut down every alien in this Webway tangle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was about to feel relieved when a chilling realization struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait. Aren't I also an alien right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the Khan would see him as a target as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And sure enough—the Khan spurred Moonfang, streaking like a white comet, cloak streaming crimson as he bore down on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no… the Khan's coming to lop off my head!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was far too conspicuous: tall, imposing, radiating authority—he looked exactly like some Dark Eldar overlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course the Primarch wouldn't spare him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted to Titus, who had silently returned to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression all but begged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Son, hold him off. Save your father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Gene-Son, clad in relics of the Primarchs and legendary wargear, should be able to delay the Khan for a while. There was room to maneuver here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus noticed the look. For the first time, his steadfast expression cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts all but blurted: \"Me? You want me to fight a Primarch?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Astartes revered the Primarchs—like sons to fathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Titus had visited the statues of Sanguinius and the other loyalist Primarchs at the Plaza of Heroes on Terra, he couldn't help but bow in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the statue of the White Scars' Gene-Father, the Khan himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now… he was to fight that very same Primarch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his Gene-Father's order was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a deep breath and stepped forward, resolute, standing between Eden and the charging Khan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded, blood burned, some inner fire urging him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honor is destiny. I do not fear battle…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped Glory, the power sword forged in the age of Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes fixed on the oncoming Khan astride Moonfang, he refused to waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight—till death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan seemed to sense the traitor's iron will. He swung Moonfang into a skid, dismounting in a plume of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not risk his prized steed in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch and Astartes both drew bolt weapons, sprinting toward one another as they fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosive rounds lit the air, but none found flesh—fields and reflexes denied every shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both warriors understood. Almost as one, they holstered their guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor, you're strong,\" the Khan said, voice low and edged. He drew the White Tiger Dao, its field blazing. \"Tell me—why betray the Imperium?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus gave no reply. He only watched, every sense honed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure was overwhelming—greater than anything he had ever known. But he could not falter, nor could he reveal his secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant—white and blue sparks clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel sang as their blades met, power fields screeching, arcs of lightning bursting between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they broke apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus panted, armor scorched. A chunk of his pauldron lay sliced away, sparking machinery exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch's speed was staggering—so close to taking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, closing in again with savage intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parrying the White Tiger Dao, Titus pressed forward, hammering a gauntleted fist at the Primarch's helm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan's expression flickered, as if some realization dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught the punch, slammed his brow forward in a brutal headbutt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skull ringing, Titus staggered—but snarled back and drove his own head forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch stood unmoved. A savage kick hurled him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan rubbed his reddened brow, eyes narrowing on the bloodied warrior dragging himself upright, spitting scarlet foam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… are Guilliman's son?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His psychic senses whispered the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet something didn't add up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This warrior bore no taint of Chaos. He carried Guilliman's old weapons—hidden with their original markings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this? He shows no sign of corruption…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan, a lord of the steppes and wise ruler in his own right, pondered the riddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he pressed harder, storming with strikes, his voice thunderous:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me, why do you fight beside xenos? What of your father, Roboute Guilliman?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the butcher of aliens and champion of the Imperial Truth, this betrayal was intolerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Titus answered only with silence, parrying, countering, refusing to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scored just one shallow line across the Primarch's armor. His own warplate, by contrast, was battered, bleeding through several wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the gulf between Astartes and Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he went all out, perhaps he could wound the Khan—but only at the cost of his own life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, his Gene-Father's order was not to win—but only to delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhhhm!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan flicked the power sword from Titus's hands, seizing Glory midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the same motion, he pressed the White Tiger Dao to the warrior's throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps… I should end you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impatience flared in the Primarch's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—he paused, as if some message reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared deeply at Titus, at Eden, at Maris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lowered his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding both weapons back into place, the Khan turned, remounted Moonfang, and thundered away into the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus let out a long breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done it. He had obeyed his Gene-Father's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his shoulders slumped—he had lost Glory, the relic his Gene-Father had bestowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Titus, you have done more than enough,\" Eden stepped forward, lifting him up. His voice softened. \"That was a Primarch. To have stood against him at all is an unmatched honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clapped his son's shoulder, then whispered with a hint of psychic secrecy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the Khan doesn't return your sword, don't worry. I'll take you to the Regent's vaults and let you pick another.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus almost broke his composure again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned toward the Khan's retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it had been risky—but necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Khan wasn't reckless, so he dared let Titus intervene. Enough to keep this clone's identity intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For while Titus fought, Eden had reached out—contacting the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Mankind Himself had projected into the Khan's mind, halting his wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had long hungered for Commorragh, perhaps even more eagerly than Eden himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If He could, He would have crawled off the Golden Throne to claim it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, He wouldn't let His loyal sons ruin Eden's plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that reprieve was temporary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan had his own will. Eden would have to persuade him, bring him into the plan, or risk everything collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Primarch wielded immense might, and commanded armies beyond reckoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden needed this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For in the final battle, none would be better suited to hunt down the Supreme Overlord Vect than the Khan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already, Eden's \"true body\"—the Savior Primarch clone—had entered the Webway alongside the White Scars. Soon, he would meet the Khan face-to-face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… negotiations would begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, Titus, and Maris pressed deeper into the Webway, heading for a hidden base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as they passed a narrow stretch, misfortune struck again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another hunting force appeared—strength on par with the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They belonged to a vassal Kabal of the Black Heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quickly! The Asurmen's Heir fled that way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad thundered past through the cramped passage, pursuit vehicles rumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, they… they ignored us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maris gaped as the Dark Eldar swept by without sparing them a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I paid for that,\" Eden smiled faintly, watching them go. \"Enough souls to buy every one of their lives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply overpaid too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One warrior, piloting a flesh-engine, accidentally swung a tendril too close to Eden's path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recoiled instantly, pale, and bowed low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen's Heir, forgive my offense!\"\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>",2726,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","49a88dc630e2dda2fb4c271f8c8b792ac96f1a409e5e30d97a2fa0b521629912","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-489","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-487",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]