[{"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-518":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},1681388,2147,"Chapter 518 - 519 – The Blood God: Such Valor, Selling Blood Just to Let Ka’Bandha Keep Fighting!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-518",518,"\u003Cp>That golden figure was utterly unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any foe that dared stand in its way was obliterated by the twin holy flame swords—burned to ash, even their souls erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hissss~ The Emperor's clone-body is ferocious! Infinite stamina, infinite warp charge… no wonder they call Him the man closest to a god!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was on a killing spree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power sword never stopped swinging, as if he had endless strength to spare. It felt like he could fight ten thousand enemies without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hacked his way through the Chaos tide as if it were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not escaping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's blade swept down toward a shifty-eyed Lord of Change. He had noticed that crooked-necked blue-feathered schemer long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon had hidden in the Chaos tide, harassing him with sorcery again and again, insufferably annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the flaming sword cut through empty air—the Weaver's body dissolved into a fractured illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trickster had deceived the Savior, then struck from behind with a warp-forged venom blade, aimed straight at Eden's kidney, carrying toxins meant to cripple psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the blow failed even to scratch the golden armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden slowly turned his head toward the Weaver, his gentle smile appearing utterly terrifying to daemonic eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare trick, you dare strike me, the Savior?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Change clutched the snapped dagger, his long avian head frozen, his entire body quivering like a leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed low before the Savior, eyes wide in fearful reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Cursed One above, O great Hope Primarch, Daemon-Eater… I beg you, spare me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's voice carried no wrath, but soothing warmth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are perceptive. I'll allow you to run first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weaver reacted instantly, bolting before Eden's words had even finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flapped furiously, darting into the densest knot of the daemon tide, desperate to escape Eden's range and melt back into the horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as he fled, dread prickled his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct screamed of impending doom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He risked a glance back—squawked in terror, wings thrashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the Hope Primarch raised his power sword. Holy fire surged forth, the blade stretching into a forty-meter-long greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I already gave you a head start. If you fail, don't blame me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden poured more sacred psychic might into the weapon and brought it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colossal flame cleaved across the void, cutting the five-meter-tall Weaver in two. The daemon shrieked, then burst apart into cinders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha!! I've had enough of you wretches! Come on—every filthy daemon, die for me!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore into them again, seizing a Keeper of Secrets by her delicate throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring her flawless beauty, her pale curves, her pleading whimpers, Eden pummeled her face with brutal, hammering fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such merciless savagery from the Savior sent shockwaves of terror through the Chaos host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slaaneshi daemons especially shrieked in fear, utterly unnerved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THE SAVIOR… KA'BANDHA WILL TAKE YOUR HEAD!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment of dread silence, the roar of the Supreme Bloodthirster thundered out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His challenge was fearless, his bellow shaking the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound carried through the entire warzone. All turned to hear it. Even the chaos of battle stilled, quieting around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Ka'Bandha wants a duel?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden heard the Bloodthirster's challenge. He slammed one more punch into the Keeper of Secrets, then flung her broken body aside, where she whimpered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the source of that roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there he saw it—the towering Bloodthirster, his frame wreathed in bloodfire, war-hunger blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Th—the Cursed One?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha froze when his eyes beheld Eden's radiant golden form. His heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed head of Syll'esh the Doom of Secrets slipped from his claws, thudding to the ground. Even the fire on his horns bristled stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any daemon that beheld the Cursed One would feel terror gnaw their soul. Even the Chaos Gods tread carefully before His shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—Ka'Bandha looked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the Cursed One. No…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Savior, the Hope Primarch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face. That hated, dreaded face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many nightmares had it haunted him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How often had it cowed him into silence, frozen him from battle, burrowed into his heart as a crippling fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only recently had he clawed free of that terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior! My eternal foe! Is this your true strength?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha trembled as he felt the Primarch's boundless power. His blood-red eyes quivered, his immense body shuddering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This couldn't be right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's colossal form shimmered with molten gold, drenched in daemon blood and shattered limbs, more terrifying than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he turned with his twin holy flame swords in hand, the Chaos host parted before him, unwilling to be caught in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's attention fell upon Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other Greater Daemons stared at the Bloodthirster, aghast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You? Duel the Savior—now wielding the power of the Cursed One?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No chance of victory. Only certain death—body and soul annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! Why has he grown so strong?! Must I forever remain beneath him?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Bloodthirster seethed with bitter despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had pursued Eden with all his might, breaking his chains of fear, ready at last to battle him as an equal…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, his foe wielded the might of the Cursed One itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden turned fully toward him, the dread he had just cast aside returned sharper than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible… I cannot fight him. Perhaps… I must retreat…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He racked his mind, seeking some way to withdraw without disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just run? Cover his face and flee?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—he saw the eyes of the Khorne daemons around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes burned with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was valor. This was the courage of a true champion of the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only with such fearlessness could one crush all foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KA'BANDHA—VICTORY!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Bloodthirster grit his teeth, ready to turn and flee, the daemons raised their axes and roared his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hailed him for daring to challenge the impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All battles nearby had paused. Every gaze fixed upon him and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel of the age was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha froze mid-turn, tears threatening his eyes. Only one thought echoed within him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had he spoken?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, under the weight of so many stares, to flee would mean mockery eternal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hard-earned name, his terror-forged honor, all would crumble. He would be a laughingstock in the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind's eye, he saw himself cast down, stripped of rank, mocked by rival Bloodthirsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Khorne's gaze would turn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet if he pressed the challenge, death was certain—his soul to burn forever in the fire of the Cursed One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart clenched, fear swelling deeper than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he couldn't even raise his head to meet the Savior's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps… no one would mock such retreat…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura shrank, his massive body slumping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior wields the power of the Cursed One. None can prevail…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons on the field saw Ka'Bandha's hesitation; the mood sagged, even the Khornate host fell gradually silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint disappointment showed in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none mocked or blamed the Supreme Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his opponent was the Daemon-Eater, the Voidstorm, the Hope Primarch—the Savior who now wielded the might of the Cursed One!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That golden figure had crushed every daemon with invincible poise. None could stand against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps for countless nights to come, the daemons of Chaos would shiver at that aureate silhouette, cursing the Imperium for harboring such a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos would struggle to win and suffer defeat after defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like this duel won't happen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced at the Supreme Bloodthirster without a word—no mockery, no gloating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just as well. He did not wish to duel Old Ka today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too ruthless right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they started, he doubted he could pull his blows. If he slipped and killed Old Ka, wouldn't he lose a dear brother-in-arms—his right-hand champion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he turned to leave, the Bloodthirster's voice rang out—battle-fervor blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Duel me, Savior—my lifelong foe! Let us end it here on this field!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha forced down the terror of the Cursed One and the Savior alike, regripping his blood-axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his horned head high; though his voice trembled, it grew steadier:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, Ka'Bandha, Supreme Bloodthirster, fear no foe—and dare raise my axe to any being!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose: no more running. No more fear. He would not be prisoner to dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he died here, he would swing his axe at the Savior and fight to the bitter end!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the other daemons scattered in fright, the Supreme Bloodthirster strode forward alone, lifting his axe to face the Hope Primarch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to face the man who terrified daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the Khornate host's blood ran hot; their earlier gloom blew away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons thrust skyward, they roared their homage:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood for the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of Chaos parted, opening a path and watching Ka'Bandha march to meet the seemingly unbeatable man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched him come, felt the Bloodthirster's resolve. This would be a true duel—with nothing held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha… I accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden answered solemnly. In this world, every duel deserved respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would honor this foe—never humiliate him with a pulled strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Saaaa-viour—use all your strength!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honored by such respect, Ka'Bandha's eyes held no regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he would bring his saga to a close—becoming a legend lost to the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the gaze of all fiends, the Supreme Bloodthirster vaulted high, blood-axe scything down with nothing reserved, a crimson gale howling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So swift—there was no room to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt the pressure clearly. He raised his twin Holy-Flame swords and caught the blow; stone spider-webbed beneath his boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all its terror, the strike did not truly burden him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as Supreme as he was, Ka'Bandha was far below Eden's present might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pressed the axe away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but Ka'Bandha did not yield. He crashed in close, smashing a brutal headbutt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He discarded defense entirely, fighting madly—wound for wound, life for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Supreme Bloodthirster, your courage deserves honor. I name you the greatest of Greater Daemons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden paid him the highest respect—even now, he praised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was to leave this daemon-brother a last dignity, never a shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden slammed a headbutt in reply, then erupted—blow after blow of sacred fire hewed into the Bloodthirster's frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each strike drew a shudder from the watching Greater Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such cuts, if carved into them, would undo their bodies and burn their souls to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as holy fire charred his flesh and filled him with primal fear, even as blackened bone showed through—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—he did not bow to the Cursed One's flame. He forced his counter-attacks through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One desperate cleave bit into the golden plate and traced a thin wound across the Savior's armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRRAAASH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe fell; Ka'Bandha spent his last burst of strength and was blasted back, crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hardly any sound meat remained on him; bones black and cracked jutted everywhere. He could not even stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had given everything—and could not defeat the Hope Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No daemon laughed. They looked upon him with reverence. None among them could have done better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With tragic eyes they watched this champion of the Blood God slip toward final death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Sigh. The daemons invade, yet somehow I look like the big villain here…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden winced at the pathos. He had granted Old Ka his wish for a death-match—yet he might truly lose this daemon-brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever help Ka'Bandha had given the Imperium for reasons fair or foul, the two remained foes—righteous and wicked—forever opposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's farewell, Old Ka. I… will remember you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eden mourned, a stubborn aura surged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha rose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That charred, shattered frame staggered upright, clawed up his ruined axe, and faced the terrifying Hope Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was defiant—and oddly exultant: \"Savior, I have not fallen. I… can still fight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood for the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled himself forward anew, eyes iron-bright. If he must die, he would die fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KA'BANDHA! KA'BANDHA! KA'BANDHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate daemons howled his name with grim devotion, pouring their slaughter-power toward him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to aid their champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Brass Citadel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hordes stood silent, a somber air upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Primarch was terrifying beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen Ka'Bandha unbowed beneath the Cursed One's flame. They were humbled by that courage, axes to breast in salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha… you are the rightful First Among Greater Daemons…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High upon the brass walls, the former First, Anggrath, hung upside-down, roasting in punishment; a glint of tears and respect welled in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Supreme Bloodthirster would be ashes by duel's end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but to have such a rival was an honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across all Khorne's domain, the Supreme Bloodthirster had won their hearts—the Blood God's true champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Khorne's realm; daemons of the other powers, too, acknowledged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undisputed greatest of Greater Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he faced not only the Savior—he faced the power of the Cursed One—and none could have lasted so long as Ka'Bandha had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the Black Throne field—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much top-up did the Blood God just spend on Old Ka to tank like this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden battered Ka'Bandha back again, reluctant to strike his \"Friend of the Imperium\" another killing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Bloodthirster still fought on, unbowed—his flesh burned away, only blood-smeared bone remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, Ka'Bandha held on not only by Khorne's continual benedictions, but by his own will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without that, no amount of blessing would suffice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But against Eden's absolute power, even iron will has limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Ka'Bandha couldn't even lift an attack. The axe slipped from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is… this where my battle ends?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fell to one knee, life flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much remained undone in his heart; he refused to stop here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head; his voice was faint:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God, Ka'Bandha wishes to keep fighting!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Greater Daemons watched and prayed their champion would rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Blood God would grant more—enough to let him stand against the Savior's Cursed might a while longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is the Blood God's blessing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some daemons burned with that hope. They would not believe Khorne would stint a champion like Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the high dimensions of the warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colors writhed, resisting the golden sanctity eating through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways screamed—the Emperor had him by the scruff, rubbing him into the floor again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't understand—he'd only come to spectate, never even neared Commorragh's webway! How had he been grabbed and pummeled?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely there was a mistake?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne and Slaanesh hunted for an opening, yet dared not cross the boundary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Emperor stood ready to trade His life—an unheard-of thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would slay any god who tried to breach the Commorragh webway—die-god for god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost once in the webway wars—He would not lose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's attention, however, was not on that god-brawl—it was fixed upon His First Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the tides of daemon-emotion and nearly wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not miserliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's valor awed even Him; His blessings had flowed without pause—but the Cursed One's power was too vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's buff-rockets simply couldn't outpace it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stored slaughter-tithe was empty—He could grant no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, the Lord of Skulls felt the pinch of an empty purse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Cursed One's bottomless coffers, He was… poor. He could not give his champion further aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God, Ka'Bandha wishes to keep fighting!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prayer reached Him again—the champion still wished to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could He, the Blood God, have less courage than His own servant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's stance left Him no room to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne felt that indomitable fighting spirit—and burned with shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched His metaphysical jaw:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a warrior—He must support him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not only Ka'Bandha vs. the Savior—it was Khorne vs. the Cursed One. How could the War-God yield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stored slaughter-power was gone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but other power remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wince and a roar, Khorne bled His own essence, tearing free a shard of His divine might—and hurled it to Ka'Bandha…\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>",2696,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","fa2cc8666bfda70f061b1100b9261eba41797101b034cd41ba820b87067b7ba5","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-519","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-517",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]