[{"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-491":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},1681161,2147,"Chapter 491 - 492 – The Khan: Alas, Brother Eden Has Simply Given Too Much…","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-491",491,"\u003Cp>The moment the silver-white mechanical beast appeared—its frame covered with intricate runes—it instantly drew the gaze of every White Scar warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the White Scar Primarch himself, Jaghatai Khan, was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire encampment fell into silence, broken only by the roar of the machine's engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every ear strained toward the Hope Primarch's explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the White Scar Primarch and his sons, a roaring machine-mount was a temptation they could never resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was no ordinary machine—it was overseen by Belisarius Cawl himself, with no less than eight Archmagos contributing to its construction, woven with rare relics and materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Archmagi held near-divine stature. Other than the Hope Primarch himself, almost no one could muster so many at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor, in His time, had struggled to gather such a host of Archmagi to fashion His personal wargear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Roboute Guilliman, the Avenging Son, fell into his millennia-long coma, he had pleaded with Belisarius Cawl to perfect the Primarch-replication technology and create devices that might heal his broken body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that commission took ten thousand years before being delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, part of the delay was due to Cawl's fragmented memory, the result of endless body replacements and his soul-fusion experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But surely, given his data vaults and memory shards, one could not rule out that the Archmagos had simply… reprioritized Guilliman's request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the machine-priests' obsession with knowledge and invention often blinded them to all else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Cawl—unfettered, erratic, prolific—maintained colossal laboratories scattered across the galaxy, each drowning in unnumbered experiments waiting to be advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural for delays to occur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, the Hope Primarch, was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had paid them prices no Archmagos could refuse, bought out their entire time, and drowned them in relics, raw technologies, and rare treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it—for the sole purpose of forging a machine worthy of the White Scar Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ensure delivery, some Archmagi had even invoked forbidden relic force-fields to stretch their allotted time, while others hurled themselves into the warp to work unceasingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been nothing short of a labor of agony and devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the end, the commission was fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan listened to Eden's description, before hesitantly asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… just how many resources did this consume?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Archmagi—beings before whom even his father had extended courtesy, for the Cult Mechanicus venerated the Omnissiah and held themselves as equals to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, he himself had sought out an Archmagos to fashion a new mount for him—only to be repelled by their haughtiness and the staggering price they demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he had been forced to fashion his own modifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden waved a hand, dismissive:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, well… only a little more expensive than a battleship. But the cost-to-performance ratio is excellent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Primarch's words left Jaghatai Khan and his sons breathless, their gazes almost painful to maintain, as though Eden were wreathed in golden radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean to say… this single mount costs nearly as much as my flagship?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan felt numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His flagship was a Queen of Glory–class vessel, among the most precious assets of his Chapter. And yet before him stood merely a personal ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Primarch could not live so extravagantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of their brothers' domains were barely prosperous enough to scrape together the resources to maintain their fleets and armor, let alone commission new craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here stood a single bike that rivaled a warship in worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its exorbitance had reason: one Archmagos, desperate to meet the deadline, had stripped his own sacred relics to fit into the machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So desperate was he to earn the Machine God's favor, to secure infinite computing power on demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine, named the Pale Eagle, lifted gently from the ground as though it bore no weight at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jubal's eyes widened at the sight of the colossal bike, his roasted mutton haunch falling forgotten to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard, his words stumbling from awe:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… is this… a gravitic heavy vehicle?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scar sons did not fully understand forbidden technologies, but they knew grav-tech well enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their eternal wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars were famed for their lightning strikes, boasting: \"None in the Imperium knows machines better than us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet they were mocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most painfully, when the Custodians' grav-bikes blazed past them, untouchable, leaving them helpless in the dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to make even proud sons weep in silence, haunted by nightmares of inadequacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For small-scale gravitic technology was a gulf that even the Mechanicus struggled to bridge—let alone Astartes Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Custodian vehicles, relics of the Great Crusade, were long beyond replication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars had even considered commissioning the Blood Ravens to \"acquire\" a Custodian bike for study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Khan himself had salvaged some honor, scavenging a gravitic relic and reforging it into his famed mount, Moon Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It preserved their pride… but the relic was damaged, leaving the machine no better than a jet-thrust skimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast, yes—but never true gravitic flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, before their eyes, hovered a genuine gravitic machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they not tremble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden met their hopeful stares, and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. This is indeed a gravitic mount. And more—this is an optimized version of the Custodians' grav-bikes, surpassing them in every respect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the White Scar sons roared as though they had triumphed in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Khan's eyes betrayed longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it… to test me with a gravitic mount…!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, he had scorned Eden's offer of a gift. Had rejected it with harsh words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have guessed Eden had such power—that he could bring forth Custodian technology and improve it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the White Scars could now possess grav-bikes superior to the Emperor's own Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could one refuse such a thing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, oblivious to Khan's tormented longing, continued his explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pointing toward the towering, two-meter-high Pale Eagle, he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grav-tech is only one of its features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is, in truth, a tri-terrain vehicle: land, sea, and sky. It can even perform short-range void travel within a system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carries warp-stable jump drives, enabling short teleports without losing function—even in the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It can appear on any battlefield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prove his words, a squad of Terminator Thunder Guardians shouldered heavy weapons and unleashed a storm of fire upon the Pale Eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzrrhhk—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy bolters, plasma beams, melta-lances—all raked across the bike's frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none so much as scratched it. Light flared, shields bloomed, force-fields shimmered, every shot denied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Pale Eagle is armed with ten distinct shield systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carries a relic-grade Void Shield designed for individual use, as well as a Mechanicus treasure—Cawl's own Sacrificial Repulsor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This device emits sacred shockwaves to repel enemies or scatter kinetic assaults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Cawl's personal contribution.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for weapons… it is armed with relic weapons of significant destructive yield. I won't demonstrate them here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suffice it to say: it wields firepower greater than a Contemptor Dreadnought, and defenses equal to—perhaps greater than—an Imperial Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At full throttle, it could crash through super-heavy tanks or fortress walls without a dent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, as though recalling an afterthought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh—and I nearly forgot to mention its speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It easily outpaces the Custodians' Dawn Eagle jetbikes. Twice the speed of Moon Dragon, in fact—reaching hypersonic velocities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all the Imperium, there is nothing faster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars gasped once more, awe swelling into elation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At hypersonic speed, vision itself failed, tracking weapons lost their lock, and the very air around the machine would ionize into a plasma sheath, cloaking it in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radar itself would falter. Speed would become its invisibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's eyes grew brighter still, his hunger for the Pale Eagle plain for all to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden's demonstration was not finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, this mount possesses features no Imperial vehicle has ever known…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped up to the Pale Eagle, pride heavy in his tone, and at last laid his hand upon its heart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It carries the Hope Dominion's own life-sustainment systems—capable of adapting to any environment in existence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…so that your riding experience becomes one of absolute comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, during the drive there will be no jolts or turbulence—or, if you wish, the bike can simulate the gait of a galloping steed. Its air-filtration system can even mimic the winds and the fragrant grasses of the Chogorian steppes, as though you were back upon your homeworld.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scar Primarch and his warriors, hearing such descriptions, grew all the more entranced—as if already riding across Chogoris' endless plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their deepest joy, their truest freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if such intoxicating sensations could be brought onto the battlefield, would it not double their ferocity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a perfect creation this is…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's breath grew heavy, his body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he possessed such a relic, would he not cleave his way through Ork hordes with even greater rapture?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could almost see himself astride the Pale Eagle, crashing into the vile Warbosses, leaving only ruin in his wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And there's more…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before their eyes, Eden opened one of the Pale Eagle's storage compartments and drew forth a steaming skewer of lamb, biting into it with relish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've outfitted it with full storage and survival equipment—so you'll always have fresh food on hand, as though just pulled from the fire…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He described its stasis-field storage bays, modular sofas, collapsible tents, micro-reactor cooktops, full suites of armor and weapon repair tools, even portable shrines for battlefield prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All personalized with the unique touches of the Hope Dominion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the hand of another Cawl-master—the so-called Kaul Black Mechanist Archmagos—was at work here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden acknowledged it. After all, war was not only about combat—experience and living standards mattered, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, had he enjoyed riding vehicles himself, and not preferred lounging on starships' soft sofas or beds while scrolling data-slates, he might have kept one of these for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That earlier golden-black jetbike he had commissioned was merely a gesture, meant to bridge closeness with the White Scar warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But riding? That was not his taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These additions are wasted!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's heart bled as he listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such generous compartments—why not pack them with more weapons, more ammunition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a Primarch's constitution, he could survive on dust if he had to, and hunt his meals in warzones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What need had he for fresh food—or iced cola?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when he had the warp-born powers of the soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this was the Hope Dominion's way: power wedded to humanity, unlike the Imperium's cold austerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the Pale Eagle's power surpassed Moon Dragon by several magnitudes. In forbidden functions, it could never be rivaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the steed of his dreams—perhaps the greatest mount the Imperium had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden flicked a control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pale Eagle's mechanical talons extended, morphing into a crueler, more raptor-like form, as though a cyber-hawk stooping for prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fixed his gaze upon Jaghatai Khan, his voice like that of a tempting daemon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Khan, speak it loudly—does not the Pale Eagle outshine your Moon Dragon in every way? Do you still mean to refuse it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's face flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's words scoured him like lashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes of the White Scar sons fell upon their gene-father, awaiting his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gnnghh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jubal had somehow picked up his dropped lamb shank, chewing it absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an Astartes, food on the ground meant nothing—so long as it bore no taint of Chaos or alien filth, it was clean enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially this cut, raised from the purest Chogorian herds—far finer than the Imperium's ration packs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, his attention was wholly on the Pale Eagle and his Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was torn—he longed for that divine mount himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… if the gene-father refuses, might I not beg the Hope Primarch to grant it to me instead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such were Jubal's thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan, however, stood still. Breathing deep, he slowly closed his eyes—as though making the hardest choice of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother… had simply given too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he refuse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deep down, he knew—if he let this slip through his fingers, he would regret it forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice quivered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… you are right. The Pale Eagle eclipses my Moon Dragon utterly. I desire this sacred mount.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, he would have fought tooth and nail to defend Moon Dragon's honor—dueling other Primarchs or defying the Custodians themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scar Primarch cast away his pride as rider and engineer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He… truly wanted the Pale Eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Khan, then this beast is yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden beamed, leading Khan to the mount and handing him its ignition key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try it at once—see if it fits you. If anything displeases you, I'll have the Archmagi adjust it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To summon an Archmagos was no trifling matter: rites of binary invocation, tolling of sacred bells, tributes of resources…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here Eden spoke of them as though they were mere mechanics, waiting at hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was a Primarch. His mind absorbed the Pale Eagle's systems with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mounted the steed and ignited its heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHUMMM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pale Eagle shrieked like a hunting hawk, its exhaust spewing pale-white fire, its aura of power overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were a Tech-Priest here, he would have fallen to his knees in worship of its holy machine-spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan stroked the rune-etched armor gently, as though communing with its soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this moment, it was his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden Grant, the Hope Primarch, his truest brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VROOOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan twisted the throttle, and in an instant the Pale Eagle vanished in a blur, leaving only afterimages seared into their retinas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air stank of ionized plasma; only seconds later did the roar return from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Throne! That fast?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden blinked—such speed was lethal if control faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moon Dragon lay toppled, wheels still spinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pale Eagle's launch had clipped it aside, leaving the once-proud mount groaning in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scar sons gazed after their father's vanishing silhouette—hearts exultant, but heavy too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For there was only one Pale Eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too yearned for gravitic steeds, to ride with the wind into battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"White Scar warriors…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's voice drew their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have prepared a gift for you as well—your long-desired machines.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, transports arrived, disgorging silver-white crates across the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside: row upon row of gravitic bikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had anticipated their longing. The moment he acquired grav-tech, he had set his Forge Worlds to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the fruits were ready—a surprise for the sons of Chogoris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This new pattern bore the name White Falcon, designed for custom modification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Each of you will receive a White Falcon. Faster than the Custodians' Dawn Eagles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden raised his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shall be the swiftest warriors in the Imperium—none shall rival you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars stared, trembling with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had reached their dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tough sons of the steppe, their eyes glistened red. They felt the Hope Primarch's love, as though he were their true father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What greater blessing could there be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jubal struggled to contain himself, lost for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My White Scars… though not my gene-sons, I hold you as my own. If you wish—you may call me father also, or at least… foster-father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors dropped to one knee, honoring him as though he were their Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, I've returned!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's laughter boomed with his engine, as he roared back into camp—unaware that in his brief absence, his sons had gained another sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced at the Pale Eagle, now streaked with gore, and at Khan holding a freshly severed Drukhari head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face looked… disturbingly familiar.\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>",2621,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","06182e3be5e62a5762cc801da68e82321a1f061c0fdf5d53ec9c747baed448bf","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-492","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-490",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]