[{"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-504":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},1681374,2147,"Chapter 504 - 505 – The Savior: The Ka Brothers Finally March Out, This Time It’s Secure!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-504",504,"\u003Cp>\"Supreme Keeper of Secrets of the Prince of Pleasure, the so-called Scourge of Hell, dares to challenge me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha bared a savage grin, tusks interlocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dreadful voice echoed through the palace, demonic might shaking the walls:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To challenge a Supreme Bloodthirster, the Great Reaper of Skulls, the Daemon of the Changer of Ways, the Flame of the Accursed One, and… the lifelong nemesis of the Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Supreme Bloodthirster, ever since facing the flames of the Accursed in the Garden of Nurgle, had been immersed in deep recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Ka'Bandha had built up far more resistance to that cursed energy—enough to withstand the Savior's holy weapons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if another super-massive holy weapon detonated within the Garden of Nurgle,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident he could survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when confronted by the fire of the Accursed One, he could now endure for more than thirty breaths of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the other Greater Daemons, he would not be reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus, he held firm faith that he could challenge and defeat the Savior!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, that Savior had not shown himself in the galaxy of late. No one knew where he was hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Ka'Bandha had remained dormant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, none in either the Immaterium or the galaxy were worthy of being called his foe—save for the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Dark Prince counted as half a rival?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wager he once made with the Dark Prince had ended inconclusively, for the flames of the Accursed One had set ablaze the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no true victor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In hindsight, Ka'Bandha decided:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince had won advantage only by relying on the Godplague. That was not true valor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the Dark Prince could never compare to the Savior!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha rose from his throne, his colossal form radiating oppressive menace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, the Supreme Keeper of Secrets under the Prince of Pleasure—the Scourge of Hell, Shalaxi—had been spreading laughable words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had proclaimed that she could defeat him and seize the title of greatest Greater Daemon of the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a farce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had not intended to bother with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since he had not fought for some time, perhaps it would be fitting to meet her in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would treat it as a warm-up before facing the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resolved that the Scourge of Hell would suffer the most miserable of defeats—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And understand how vast the gulf was between herself, a Supreme Bloodthirster, and the Savior!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha summoned his cunning lieutenant, Baal the Destroyer, to counsel him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted the Scourge of Hell's humiliation to be absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under Baal's advice, Ka'Bandha devised a battle plan that could crush her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he roared for the daemon legions to muster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long-silent Supreme Bloodthirster… marched to war!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is Ka'Bandha?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Brass Hall, the blood-god's manifestation rose in blazing wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just sounded the Brass Horn to summon the hosts, to strike against the Prince of Pleasure's designs in Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Ka'Bandha had ignored the summons, not appearing in the Brass Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What defiance was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was the most favored of lieutenants, the mightiest of Greater Daemons, it was not to be tolerated!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph! For Ka'Bandha to spurn the great Blood God's summons, he will suffer grievous punishment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former First Captain of the Bloodthirsters, Anggrath, rejoiced in secret, his joy leaking onto his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many other Greater Daemons of Khorne felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon news arrived of the Supreme Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's shadowed image projected into the Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood upon the Blood God's own ancient brass war-chariot, fire rising around him, while his cloak of skulls darkened the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the skulls of countless species across the galaxy, and of mighty daemons—trophies and ornaments of the highest order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as though a human were to wear a chain of gold and jewels from head to toe, gaudy, domineering, and resplendent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No other Bloodthirster dared meet his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply standing atop that war-chariot, Ka'Bandha radiated an unstoppable aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God, forgive me for not answering your call. The Scourge of Hell, the Prince's pet, has defiled our honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must march at once to smite her, and shatter the Prince of Pleasure's schemes in Commorragh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha paused, then declared firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I return in triumph, I will personally present myself for your punishment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were still debating the matter of Commorragh, and Ka'Bandha has already marched out?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anggrath and the others were dumbfounded. That speed was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the dullest Greater Daemon of Khorne knew the value of striking swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Ka'Bandha simply wanted to beat Shalaxi into the ground and parade his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps, while abroad, to sniff out the Savior's trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only received the Blood God's summons and the news of Slaanesh's plots in Commorragh after setting out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, when responding, he simply tied the two together, to showcase his sharp sense of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave the impression of masterful grasp of the battlefield and invincible valor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without realizing it, the Supreme Bloodthirster had mastered the art of reverse-PUA leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go then. I await your victory…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God's shadow looked upon Ka'Bandha's warlike image and his furious host, and felt satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then He looked down at the assembled Bloodthirsters, and displeasure stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Ka'Bandha, they were all lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rage burned hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anggrath and the other Bloodthirsters quailed under the god's disfavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was it that Ka'Bandha, who had disobeyed the summons, escaped wrath—while they bore the brunt of it?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's brass chariot swerved, trailing fire, racing toward the Redeemer Satellite Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon horde wheeled with it, charging in its wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha frowned at the direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to his trusted aide: \"Baal, why are we straying farther from Commorragh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, did you not say you wanted the Scourge of Hell to suffer the worst humiliation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal wore a shrewd look. \"To that end, we must also crush all her plans, leaving her no scrap of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the intelligence I've gathered, her forces are about to strike a critical webway sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We cannot allow her to succeed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha nodded, his satisfaction deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal always grasped his master's wisdom and offered fitting plans—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Ka'Bandha free to indulge in slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, slaying one foe or two was all the same—why not butcher every servant of the Prince of Pleasure here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in passing, take the souls of some Dark Eldar mongrels, to wound the Prince further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh – Webway Core Biotech Facility\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cavernous underground, countless slaves were completing the final construction work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When their labor ended, they were herded into vast pits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, they collapsed into a writhing heap of flesh, tormented by parasitic maggots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their wails chilled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These slaves were being squeezed for every drop of worth, their tortured souls harvested for Commorragh's use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machinery of the Haemonculi drained their essence, channeling it into twisted engines, and from there into a colossal growth-vat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the fluid floated a towering frame, over four meters tall, armored in black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy it radiated, the awe it commanded, was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Haemonculi nearby, operating their devices, felt suffocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as though the figure within would awaken at any moment, stepping forth as a living god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… is the Emperor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asdrubael Vect caressed the vat's crystal-bone, gazing raptly at the figure inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creation beyond all that the Aeldari could hope to achieve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vessel strong enough to contain unimaginable power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, its attunement to the warp was unparalleled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jealousy gnawed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had such a perfect being arisen from the short-lived species of man—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So perfect that he himself must steal its power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect's anticipation blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vessel was complete. Only more energy remained to be fed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he could wield it as the key to the Black Throne—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ascend into a higher order of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already, under the influence of Asurmen's heir,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The citizens of Commorragh both feared him and nursed boundless fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uprisings erupted in places, striking at his Cabal's holdings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dominion tottered. His people longed to kill him, and raise Asurmen's heir in his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect cared little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that fury, that terror, was fuel for his path of apotheosis through the Path of Dissolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as he rose to godhood and seized the Black Throne—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even She Who Thirsts could lay a hand upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor would Asurmen's heir and those traitors escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In time, Commorragh would once more fall into his hands, under a rule even more cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Vect needed the torment of the Dark Eldar to feed his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems even the Chaos Gods fear my plan, and now scheme to seize this vessel for themselves…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect frowned slightly at the fresh reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped onto a high balcony and gazed up at the veil of the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon its surface, pink mists surged in, blotting out most of the expanse, with fire glimmering in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Signs of the oncoming daemonic incursion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect was not worried. This too he had foreseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one ever walked the path of apotheosis without challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods enthroned in the warp would not allow a new rival to rise, to steal away their faith and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The situation has changed. My plan must accelerate…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect flipped open his black ledger, scanning its diagrams and notes of ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he reached his conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commorragh's wrath is enough. What I lack is one final savor of fear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rise of Asurmen's heir had diminished the fear some Dark Eldar felt for him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those dwelling within the Redeemer Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To rekindle that terror within Commorragh would take time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Redeemer Satellites offered the perfect means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would destroy them, so that the Dark Eldar within would die in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This grand fear of death—what instrument should apply it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect's long nail slid across parchment, weighing which method of destruction to unleash upon the Redeemer Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could shatter Asurmen's heir's painstaking creation at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had ordered his Cabal's frontal assaults, he had also dispatched hidden forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After many attempts, they had finally smuggled in a relic of teleportation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could deliver a forbidden artifact inside. One chance only—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ledger listed a dozen forbidden weapons Vect had secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were relics of the War in Heaven—apocalyptic armaments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abyssal Bombs that birthed dark-matter suns, capable of cracking worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doomsday Engines that drained plasma energy to annihilate wide swathes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forges that warped space, collapsing entropy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even force-fields that could briefly invert time itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were his greatest treasures, the bedrock of his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect gave his cold, signature laugh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In their fury, they seem to have forgotten why I rule this city of darkness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway was a network of Old Ones' passages—not an unbreakable fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Present technology might not mar such ancient works, but weapons of the War in Heaven could shatter them with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why so many ruins scarred the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, destroying a nexus to sever routes was routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were even times when Orks braved bombardments of apocalyptic weapons while hastily repairing the passages—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand construction scenes spanning galaxies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect's forbidden relics could obliterate any sector of the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done so before—wiping out rivals and their dominions in a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This terrifying deterrent was why the Dark Eldar trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his whim, he could place such weapons in key nodes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And annihilate all of Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect's throne was like the Emperor's Golden Throne upon Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None dared corner him too far, lest mutual destruction follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why Eden had played his hand so cautiously against Vect, advancing step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, he and the Khan would long since have struck—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teleporting kill-teams into Vect's palace and smiting him with backhanded blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his prediction,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect had most likely been duped by Tzeentch, maddened with lust for godhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he so craved the warp, then best to send him early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let him taste the \"high table\" of true play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could use the moment of Vect's immersion into the warp to make his final moves, eliminate the leftover threats,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then seize the Emperor's clone-body, seizing Commorragh entire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risky, yes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Omnissiah's analyses judged this the likeliest plan to succeed. Worth the gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Eden did not know—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A forbidden weapon was already being deployed against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One misstep, and he could face catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the shadowed balcony, Vect turned another page. Each item listed there could claim innumerable lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied them with relish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each choice could steer the Redeemer Satellites to a different fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No defense grid could withstand them; once fired, there was no undoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered on the Black Hole Projector. Tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To summon a sudden singularity and devour the Satellites' matter—that was clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even daemons manifested in the material realm would be dragged into its void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he set it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too swift. It would not yield enough terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he fixed upon another— The Space-Rend Engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could tear rifts in the Webway's veil, opening wide portals for daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar of Commorragh would watch as the Redeemer Satellites perished beneath the torment of She Who Thirsts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their terror would be absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing frightened them more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would also draw hordes of daemons away, easing the strain on Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vect made his final choice. He gave the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Haemonculi set about teleporting the forbidden Space-Rend Engine into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Vect's projection appeared before the high lords of the Black Heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words dripped with menace:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go. Tell all Commorragh: the Redeemer Satellites have defied the Supreme Overlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shall suffer the cruelest torment, until they are destroyed—none shall survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redeemer Satellites – Office of Asurmen's Heir\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something is wrong…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat at his desk, poring over every shred of gathered intelligence, face grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the plans were advancing smoothly. The defenses of the Redeemer Satellites were nearly complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There should be no flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet unease gnawed at him. Something was missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a sharp breath, anxiety gnawing deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battle was critical—entangling multiple species, the Chaos Gods themselves, and all his years of schemes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even humanity's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed every chance at victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a psychic message arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From none other than Baal the Destroyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good news—my brother Ka is marching forth!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes lit up, spirits rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last he knew what had been lacking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His half-brother, his truest kin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Bloodthirster, Ka'Bandha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every great war, every age of chaos—his brother had been at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, without Ka'Bandha's presence, he had felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the Garden of Nurgle, when the Emperor's holy flames had scorched his backside, Ka'Bandha had lingered in Khorne's realm, refusing further campaigns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost no word had been heard since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—his Ka-brother had risen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka's timing is perfect. Now this is secure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was deeply moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From both mysticism and statistics, it was clear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever the Supreme Bloodthirster joined, victory's odds soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, at least a ninety-five percent chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confidence surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a thunderous roar sounded outside.\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>",2566,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","62dc1e3f094194a9dd2d905d695417948ab5a4ccc49985fa89517dc372c56f1e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-505","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-503",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]