[{"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-505":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},1681375,2147,"Chapter 505 - 506: Demons Wail, the Redemption Satellites Celebrate in Joy!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-505",505,"\u003Cp>[New fanfic is UP!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Marvel: I Come From Dragon Ball]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden came to the vast floor-to-ceiling window, lifting his head toward the thunderous sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, the skies blazed with dark-matter bursts and searing beams of thermal lances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked dazzling—almost festive, like fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, the statue of the Goddess of Life had been adorned with red decorations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding streets, spires, and arching bridges had all been dressed up the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul fountains ceaselessly sprayed out mist in bright colors, scattering special, enriched soul-elixirs across the districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was clearly a festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss, smiling brightly, came to greet Eden, her mood visibly lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the Festival of Redemption, and she had dressed herself in a daring crimson gown, plunging low at the chest, setting off her pale curves in their most flattering light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The succubus-secretary puffed her chest forward, eager for her master to notice she was in no way lesser than any Daemonette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, she had secretly visited a flesh-artist for sculpted enhancements—certain parts of her figure had been... considerably enlarged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ilyss, your beauty is most striking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden noticed her carefully prepared appearance and offered praise without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed her a finely crafted box brimming with luxurious soul-elixirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caring for the emotions of his subordinates now and then, lifting their spirits, was—after all—a basic skill of leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such gestures ignited stronger motivation for work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, during the Festival of Redemption, elders gifting presents to juniors and subordinates was a rule Eden himself had decreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Lord Asurmen. May you resist corruption and know eternal life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss scurried to receive the gift box, clutching it to her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trailing after Eden, she was so delighted her steps nearly turned into skips and hops—though she quickly forced herself to maintain ladylike poise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such grace was a hallmark of the Lhameans’ training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is... a gift personally from Lord Asurmen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hugged the box tighter, already thinking of treasuring it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Titus, here is your gift—I trust you will like it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the doorway, Eden handed out another box. Inside lay a relic-grade blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, it is my honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the stern, scar-creased face of Titus could not hold back a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silently, he offered thanks to his gene-sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was perhaps the first festival gift he had ever received in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let us go out and walk among them—feel the spirit of the festival.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden brought the two aboard his barque-carriage, sailing slowly along the city’s main avenue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere they passed, Dark Eldar faces shone with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who knew one another exchanged blessings: \"May you be spared the Lady of Hunger’s touch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the holiday decreed by the noble Scion of Asurmen, said to derive from an ancient Aeldari Imperial custom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those ages, the Aeldari would celebrate the birth of the Goddess of Life with a great festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buildings and garments were decorated with red ornaments, gifts were exchanged, and thunderous firepower was unleashed to drive off lurking evils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar had endured grief and damnation for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They embraced this festival, believing it mirrored the lives of their ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This noble bloodline was returning to them the legacy of the old Aeldari Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such celebrations, they felt as though they touched the empire’s fading afterglow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, in the Redemption Satellites, reverence only deepened for the Goddess of Life—and for the Scion of Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever Eden’s barque passed, Dark Eldar offered gifts in tribute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, most of this heritage was a fabrication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was simpler: Eden’s homeland celebrated Spring Festival, and he wanted something lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After research, he blended Aeldari Imperial tradition with New Year’s customs, creating this festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor was it confined here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the Savior’s Realm, similar festivals were held at the same time—every year, for more than a century now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden loved such celebrations, for they eased hearts, granted respite, and most of all, fostered cultural identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They told his subjects what kind of people they were, what bonds and obligations they shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each festival strengthened unity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already, many children of the Savior’s Realm awaited this day eagerly each year—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for new clothes, delicious food, and playful gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the blessing gatherings, Ecclesiarchy priests even handed out sweet blessing-cakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the Redemption Satellites, the festival bore Dark Eldar flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"fireworks\" were high-yield weapons, the children’s gifts were fine or poisoned weapons and potent elixirs, and the revelry was more frenzied still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look... beneath the broken wings of the Empire, the embers whisper—they will rise into a flame of hope...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the streets, a great Harlequin gazed at the smiling crowds and the retreating barque, overcome with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harlequins dedicated themselves to plays that perfectly reenacted Aeldari myths and the Fall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at once elegy and warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They named themselves keepers of history, striving to reunite the Aeldari and restore their empire—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to resist the Lady of Hunger, and all enemies who dared affront the Chosen of the Old Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for ten millennia, the Masques had won little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari split into factions, driven by clashing creeds, even to the point of civil slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reconciliation seemed impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, in the Redemption Satellites, amid the festival, he glimpsed hope of unity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This webway sector was mostly Dark Eldar, but many Craftworld and Exodite merchants also came, selling goods and weapons, seeking soul-stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never had Aeldari blood mingled so harmoniously in one place, laughing together at a single celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Harlequins themselves were part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Masques beyond counting—including the Midnight Sorrow—had been invited, over a thousand troupes performing across the Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the grandest showcase in the Harlequins’ history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They delighted in it—for here was the finest stage, the largest audience, and thunderous applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was one catch: Eden’s Succubus-Secretariat had insisted all plays be reviewed and conclude with a positive element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Harlequins, this was like forcing a tragedy to end with \"let’s all make dumplings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the secretaries were firm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now the Aeldari need new hope, not endless sorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, both sides compromised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Masques adjusted their scripts—keeping tragedy intact, but weaving in threads of hope, sparing the audience from endless grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to their artistry, the changes did not mar the quality—indeed, they were even more popular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden heard of this, he reflected with some amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of the gala shows of his homeland’s festivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the form that failed—just weak artistry, failing to balance message and performance, leaving the shows stale and tedious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why true artists were indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When legends retired, there were often none to succeed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The curtain calls, the audience awaits... now, we must step onto the stage, and offer tribute to the gods.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Harlequin, welcomed by the crowds, quickened his steps toward the Redemption Arena, where they would give a grand performance—before the Scion of Asurmen himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—Boom—Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless cannon beams lanced into the heavens, weaving fireworks that lit the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the barque, Eden watched with keen enjoyment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Eldar had dragged out every artillery piece and heavy weapon to fire the skies alive in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy spent on this one festival could wage a galactic war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior’s Realm consumed even more—enough for several wars of apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient legend held the Aeldari Empire would even turn stars into supernovae for festivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought of his homeland’s fireworks, said to burn as much powder in one holiday as in whole wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeeech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shrieks of Slaaneshi daemons tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, such howls would have thrown Dark Eldar into fits of fear, even riots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, in the streets, none quailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They craned their necks, jeering instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hurry up—cowards don’t win prizes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No crying—the great Scion of Asurmen dislikes children afraid of daemons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like parents scolding their own offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden halted his barque, cloaked his form, and descended with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a certain street-side, weapons fire echoed amid the daemonic cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds of Dark Eldar gathered to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden drew near, he recognized the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This district had set up festival amusements for children—street-stall \"games.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though from the Dark Eldar view, they were \"normal,\" to anyone else they were restricted torture devices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest draw was a vast machine, bristling with writhing Slaaneshi daemons shackled in place...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These amusement facilities had been specially arranged by the Scion of Asurmen—nearly every street district boasted one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the grotesque contraption were shackled a dozen Daemonettes, several Flayed Ones, and even a massive Soulgrinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each was bound with an anti-psyker null-collar, rendered helpless as targets, their screams echoing in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every limb and organ bore painted marks, each signifying a different prize of soul-elixir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the game began, the whole machine would rotate—marks spinning past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children had to hit the designated zones on the moving daemons to claim their reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more lethal the strike, the greater the prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark Eldar parents paid with soul-tokens to buy shots for their offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark-matter beam tore half a Daemonette’s skull apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It twisted, shrieking in impotent rage, only to be answered by another volley of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapons were utterly lethal, and the daemons could not be banished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They endured the torment until utterly destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some children proved bold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excited, they drew the delicate pistols or poisoned blades they had just received and gleefully attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones who struck home at the high-prize marks were loudly praised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parents swelled with pride—after all, it proved their children already knew the skills of execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crying children, by contrast, were mocked, sometimes even dragged out and beaten by their parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was as brutal as it was festive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the right kind of spirit...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden studied the crowd of Dark Eldar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adults and children alike carried weapons and showed no fear of daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were warriors in truth—by design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari were born of supreme stock, the natural overlords of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In adulthood, their strength rivaled that of the Imperium’s veteran Guardsmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With training, they became formidable soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the Fall, most Dark Eldar were frail, withered by soul-torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few could rise by raiding and slaughter, seizing souls and climbing into the ranks of Kabalite warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cost was too steep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Eden, the Redemption Satellites needed universal militarization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he flooded them with souls, restoring the emaciated into vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forged faith into a martial spirit: every citizen was bound to defend the Goddess of Life and the Scion of Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons were supplied cheaply and in abundance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, nearly every soul in the Satellites was armed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could watch or join the arena fights for a pittance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people became \"simple and sturdy\"—warriors all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every resident mastered basic combat, knew the weaknesses of many foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, how could they even follow the arena bouts, much less bet or fight for souls?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gamblers steeped in the arenas grew sharper still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could dissect every fighter—Aeldari, Ork, Tyranid, Chaos Marine, or daemon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their attacks, durability, mental state, augmetics, weapons, even hidden killing strokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whole journals were published for study and debate, sharpening betting instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially for mid-match wagers—where the bold could double their stake—knowledge was everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the overconfident were often wiped clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did Eden stop there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He targeted the Dark Eldar’s most feared foe: the daemons of Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dispatched Orks and Terror Troops across the webway to seize daemons spilling from warp-storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were dragged back and displayed across the Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torturing Slaaneshi daemons became a fixture of every arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For months, their screams echoed unceasingly—even during festivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposure dulled all fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons of the Lady of Hunger were seen as just another enemy to be fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even children dared attack them now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus the Redemption Satellites were steeled to face the hosts of Slaanesh without terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching a while, Eden returned to his barque, continuing on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen, the holy weapons of the Savior have been secured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss, receiving the report, beamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As First Succubus-Secretary, she knew well the danger of daemonic attack upon the Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior’s holy weapons were among the few arms in the galaxy blessed to slay such foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This must be the blessing of Lord Asurmen and the Goddess of Life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt truly fortunate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, the Hatred Kabal had launched a raid for war materiel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By chance, they stumbled upon a Savior convoy struck by a warp-storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every crewman was gone—mysteriously vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boarding the ships, they discovered mountains of weapons, including over thirty Savior Titans—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the most dreaded god-machines of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a vault filled with holy relic-weapons—hundreds of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hatred Kabal rejoiced, hauling everything back to the Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire district erupted as though it were New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding an entire fleet’s worth of war materiel, by chance? A miracle of the galaxy itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Titans and sacred relics were beyond price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All saw it as divine favor—that the Satellites and the Dark Eldar had a future lit by hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yet they say the Savior is furious,\" Ilyss added nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He vows to avenge himself upon Commorragh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s that to us?\" Eden replied, dismissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had worried about the Satellites’ readiness, so he had arranged this \"stroke of fortune.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The convoy was bait he had planted for the Kabal to \"find.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Titans were in the hands of the Dark Mechanicum, refitted, staged in the arena for trials, ready to march to war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy weapons too had been placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Satellites’ strategy was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked toward the distant Redemption Arena, breathing deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained was fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war for Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defense of the Satellites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods’ contest for the Emperor’s clone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were set to erupt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wars spanning factions, races, gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Savior’s Realm itself would intervene, fighting for free passage of mankind in the webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smelled the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh’s Supreme Seer had already summoned her hosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka’Bandha, his old brother-in-arms, was on the march.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand Sons of Tzeentch lurked, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Nurgle—their stance was unclear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But chaos would break at any moment—perhaps even in the midst of the festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar shook the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden heard the cheers rising from the Redemption Arena—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all voices raised in welcome for the Scion of Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in hidden vaults beneath the city...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Overlord’s forbidden artifact had arrived through teleportation.\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>",2430,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","9cdbab1be2508de3f4a3c300cf89208fae6f78df62f36da4f7407a0d97168bf8","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-506","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-504",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]