[{"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-519":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},1681389,2147,"Chapter 519 - 520 – Blood God: Stop, Don’t Fight Anymore!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-519",519,"\u003Cp>The Warp suddenly erupted with a crimson hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the flow of gas, but billions of blood-soaked razors rotating on the conceptual plane, forming a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the bellowing of brass horns and the howls of countless war-dead souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a writhing mass of blood appeared in the hand of the Blood God Khorne, pulsing with endless slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a shard of His very essence, embodying unending carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a terrifying fragment of power was precious even to a Chaos God—part of His own divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, the Blood God would never grant such a treasure to His servants. It was tantamount to selling His own blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the battle between the Savior and Ka'Bandha, Khorne had seen the Emperor lavish so many blessings and gifts upon His chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if two wealthy patrons were flaunting their fortune in front of all Warp onlookers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way Khorne could allow Himself to appear miserly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not let His followers believe He was too harsh or stingy—nor could He allow them to doubt His might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any Warp God, the stability of faith is paramount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne had to show the galaxy and the Immaterium that the God of War was not lesser than the Cursed One, but wielded power just as great!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, the Blood God lost His temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began swiping His cosmic credit card, hurling supercharged blessings to prove His worth against the \"nouveau riche.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's vast brass hand broke through the barrier of the Cursed One's power, extending into infinite distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled the writhing blood-mass toward the rift near the Black Throne's Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the core of the Black Throne—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like old Ka' is finished…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at the near-dead Ka'Bandha and no longer pressed his attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need. Even if he did nothing, the Exalted Bloodthirster would soon collapse from exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was lucky, Ka'Bandha might leave a soul behind amidst the holy fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his strength would plummet regardless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching a long-time rival fall—even if that rival was a daemon lord—stirred a pang of reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps never again in the Warp would there be such a loud rival to boast of his greatness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Eden mourned, a wave of danger prickled his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his eyes toward the rift and saw a sight beyond comprehension:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, a brass hand larger than a planet descended with unstoppable might, as if it would tear through the Veil itself and crush the entire Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the rules of the Warp-Veil held the monstrous hand back, preventing it from breaking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it still cast down a crimson essence, streaking toward its target at incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the blood-red pillar enveloped Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaughter divine power surged into his body, reshaping his flesh into a brass-forged abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became a miniature incarnation of Khorne Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, our battle is not yet over!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empowered by the divine essence, Ka'Bandha's will blazed anew—fueled by exultation and frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God had given him new strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he could fight the Savior on equal terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne-daemons roared in unison, weapons raised high, their cries shaking the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under their devotion, the shadow of the Blood God loomed over the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure will of slaughter infected the daemons, driving them to rampage and kill indiscriminately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every act of slaughter fed more power to the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Psssh~ Did Khorne just give Ka' a loan recharge? This is insane…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face paled at the sight of the transformed Exalted Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thing's strength now rivaled his own—and with Ka'Bandha's raw combat instinct, the fight would be brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no avoiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Eden wielded the Emperor's clone-body, his core power came from the Little Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a small portion was mixed with the Emperor's holy essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wanted to rely on his Little Sun's power as much as possible, to conserve the Emperor's strength for resisting the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid unnecessary risks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's daemon-form grew taller, a seven or eight-meter titan of brass, radiating searing heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armor was like molten rock, seams dripping with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step melted the ground into liquid brass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe blazed like a forge, burning with the screams of countless souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, with my new power, you will never defeat me again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a furious roar, Ka'Bandha lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweep of his axe unleashed a storm of scorching blood-wind, ripping lesser daemons apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strikes were so fast and ferocious they radiated slaughter-pressure like a world-ending force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden crossed his flaming swords to block, the impact shuddering through his chest, leaving him reeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his twin blades now bore cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, Ka'Bandha was endlessly drawing power from the slaughter around him. He would only grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell did Khorne feed him…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling against the axe, Eden caught the familiar taste of it and nearly cursed aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't tell me—that's Slaughter Authority?! He actually gave it away?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had studied divine authorities before, enough to recognize their aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never imagined Khorne would hand a piece of His own slaughter-authority to Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp Gods treat their authority as their very lifeblood. They almost never share it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To divide it is to risk another ascending toward godhood—an extreme gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Syll'esh the Doom of Secrets, Slaanesh's most favored Keeper, was only granted a cloak made of the god's flesh—a fragment, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was just scraps, not divine authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ka'Bandha was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had received Khorne's actual slaughter-authority—closer than a son!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No other Bloodthirster had ever been granted such favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result: Ka'Bandha's power was terrifying, growing more ferocious by the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only his brain remained as dim as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your attacks aren't fierce enough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden changed tactics—taunting while fleeing toward the thickest daemon tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enraged Ka'Bandha followed, cleaving down with his axe, blasting out rivers of molten death for kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos broke loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden's strikes were precise and lethal, Ka'Bandha's were massive AoE annihilation. Nothing survived in his wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lesser daemons and even greater daemons were swept away, reduced to ash or banished screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior and the Exalted Bloodthirster clashed amidst the tide of daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every roll, every collision claimed countless daemon lives, scattering the hordes in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fleeing was useless. Those two titans were faster still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy flame and blood-wind collided again, the shockwave hurling daemons aside and shattering several Dark Eldar Ravager warships in its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Eden's golden form was hurled through the air, smashing into a mechanical fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you are weakening. Soon your skull will be mine…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha rampaged, smashing Dark Eldar flesh-engines and obliterating heavy defenses, striding like a god of slaughter incarnate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed forward step by step, crushing Eden beneath a wave of dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath rubble, Eden pushed himself upright, breathing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't mere physical fatigue—his Little Sun's reserves of psychic energy were running dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already burned much of it cutting through the daemon tide before even facing Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, exhaustion set in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clone-body was not yet a vessel of infinite energy. It needed more to fully channel its potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ka'Bandha had been armed with Khorne's divine essence, tipping the scales further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things didn't change soon, Eden would lose this battle—and the consequences would be dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This can't go on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden spat a mouthful of blood, snatched up the legendary power sword at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped holy flame to life and leveled the blade at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For... the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, greater tides of psyker force surged from him, rippling into the depths of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was praying for new power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, the words were just for show—the point was the psychic broadcast he hurled outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly translated, it said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandsire Emperor, Khorne just dumped way too many points into Ka'Bandha—I'm getting pressed here. Please top me up, fast!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple terms: time to swipe the Emperor's gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha got a mega-top-up from the Blood God. As the Savior, Eden cashing in a bit himself was… only fair, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, a golden pillar speared down through the rent in the Veil, drowning Eden's position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It, too, was an infusion of Authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, the Emperor cast down a heavy wave of divine might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway War ten millennia ago had already ended in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the fighting over the Commorragh Webway failed again today, He'd be weeping on the Golden Throne—fit to drop dead from rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could say the Emperor just went all-in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Little Sun at Eden's core drank in that Authority. Its once-gentle radiance turned searing hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's clone-body he wore also refined toward perfection, closer to the Emperor's true flesh, the earlier sense of blockage gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yep—background wins battles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't help a wry sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared with Khorne, the Emperor's grant was a lot more generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fight was no longer just him versus Ka'Bandha—it was the two top patrons, the Emperor and Khorne, flexing in the skies above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood for the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now Ka'Bandha had become a screaming cyclone of gore, diving to tear the Savior apart and seize victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad for him—Eden had already powered up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught the blood-axe on his power sword, then curled his other hand into a fist, holy energy condensing—scorching, explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like clutching a miniature sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Golden... Haymaker!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's punch detonated across the Exalted Bloodthirster's face, blasting him away in a bloom of blinding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That steaming brass hulk plowed through several defensive lines before crashing back into the daemon tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Ka'Bandha's horn-spikes snapped clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swatted nearby daemons aside, head buzzing, still a bit punch-drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing the Exalted Bloodthirster understood: the Savior had grown stronger—much stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And before he could climb to his feet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ka'Bandha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's golden form slammed down from on high and set to work, fists thundering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each strike rang like hammer on anvil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha refused to yield, eating blows as he swung back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, true battles always come to this—a simple, ugly truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two powers of the galaxy locked chest-to-chest, trading flesh for flesh, every move lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ka'Bandha was still trailing. He was about to go down for good—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—when a new terror rolled in from beyond the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brass hand descended again, dropping a fresh charge of Authority into the Exalted Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch—another one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is Khorne trying to bankrupt himself with all these high-limit top-ups?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden leaned against a mechanized bulwark to catch his breath—halftime break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the pressure spike, he glanced up—and went a bit numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brass hand looked different than before... was that a tremor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, after forcing down this latest grant, the Blood God's entire blood-shadow was shivering from the spend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in His realm of rivers of blood and storms of fire, He felt a touch of chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was reaching his limit. The swipes weren't clearing anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only hope Ka'Bandha felled the Savior quickly and ended it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos gods had been around for eons, their Authority vast—far beyond the upstart \"Cursed One.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Khorne saw the Cursed One's raw extravagance—blessing the Savior without care even to His own harm—the Blood God squeezed His eyes shut in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not expected a being only ten thousand years born to have such deep reserves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the Cursed One seemed willing to injure Himself to pour boons into Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne glanced toward the other Ruinous Powers, hesitating—should He ask the other two for a loan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phew—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pushed off the giant machine wall, legs still a bit shaky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could say a word, an even stronger gold beam dropped, filling him with new strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled, half amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was swiping hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't hesitate. He forged himself into a lance of gold and streaked straight for Ka'Bandha, giving him no time to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to finish this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, they'd be trading swipes and top-ups until the heat death of the universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His relentless assaults chewed whole districts to slag—buildings, gun-forts, and living things alike ground under.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... I will not fall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha buckled to one knee again, his brass carapace riddled with holes, leaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his will to fight clung on. Trembling, he prayed to the Blood God: \"Lord of Blood, I can still—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Exalted Bloodthirster never finished the plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-flame roared over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was gone—banished from the Webway war-zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After failing to borrow more power from the other gods, Khorne simply yanked him off the field, clamping a hand over his champion's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Bloodthirster kept swinging, the God Himself would \"go broke\" on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the one hit hardest by a ruined Webway would be the Prince of Pleasure; Khorne had no need to die on this hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were other ways to prosecute a Webway war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus ended the fated duel between the Savior and the Exalted Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha's patron couldn't keep footing the bill—and that decided the loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the loser would suffer no censure. He'd receive guilt-gifts instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the fault wasn't the Blood God's champion's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd had a real chance to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's finally over…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing old Ka' pulled back, Eden let out a long breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy's head was thick, his hide was thicker, and he shrugged holy fire like rain. Who knew how long it would have dragged on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Eden didn't have that kind of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All told, it was a win-win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha lost, yes—but he gained something other Greater Daemons could only dream of: a share of slaughter-authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden? He not only received the Emperor's Authority—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as Ka'Bandha teetered on death, he skimmed a thread of Slaughter Authority for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spoils of war, consumed by the Little Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A win within a win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Used well, that sliver of Authority would sharpen the Little Sun's edge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and empower his shadow-persona, Diablo the Destroyer, and his Terror Legionnaires as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Ka'Bandha gone, the rest of the daemons fled this sector one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one wanted to die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who besides the Exalted Bloodthirster could bar the Savior's path?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Eden led his remnants to drive out every daemon and xenos presence and fully seize the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Convoys and armed task forces from the Savior's Domain streamed in—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and began throwing up new defensive lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the zone's security was confirmed, fleets of the Adeptus Mechanicus arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those cog-boys would take over the Black Throne's maintenance and repairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden guided the clone-body back to the Throne and sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly like the Emperor upon the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bit ominous, maybe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing the look, he shifted—propped his chin on one hand against the armrest instead, the picture of lazy indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere in his sight were troops and installations of the Savior's Domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would become Eden's fief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was pleased. Years of groundwork were finally bearing fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy—no popping champagne at halftime.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden kept a clear head. The Emperor and the Dark Gods had not yet settled their reckoning; the Black Throne was not fully ignited and stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't celebration time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon tide had battered the Black Throne's machineworks badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repairs were needed before smooth operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, they had the schematics and documentation—and a mass of Tech-priests—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so repair speed far outstripped that of the Kabal of the Blood Brides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in High Commorragh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwellers of the Dark City looked up to find the sky filling with shadows, blotting the last light of the dying sun.\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>",2648,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","f53968bbc1d26e6679f2b31e27ddcb735925c0628950b2ee9283ce78fc24fc4f","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-520","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-518",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]