[{"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-520":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},1681390,2147,"Chapter 520 - 521: Lion’s Cub – Savior, When Will Our Gene-Father Awaken?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-520",520,"\u003Cp>The Black Throne's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archmagos Kaul led his tech-priests in frantic repair of the damaged machinery. His mechadendrites lashed so quickly that they blurred like spectral after-images.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barked in agitation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You idiots, work faster! Do you want to suffer the Savior's punishment?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Savior's orders, if they failed to repair every structure within ten days, their punishment would be severance from the sacred network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant at least ten years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the cogboys, that was worse than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying was that the Savior could easily enforce such a punishment. With a single command, the Machine God would revoke their Noospheric privileges—wiping their cherished accounts and holy posts clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such cruelty drove the priests of the Urth Mechanicus to work in trembling fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Kaul, the net-addicted high priest, who sweated so profusely that his organic face shone slick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even when he had faced the tides of Chaos or the seduction of Tzeentch had he been so nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't even had time to sip his beloved fuel-brew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This alone proved how urgent the Savior truly was. He placed supreme importance on restoring the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And indeed, there was no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods of Chaos pressed ever harder, Commorragh's webway reeling in instability thanks to Asdrubael Vect's ascension gambit. They had to restore the Black Throne at once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to fashion a new barrier of protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, when Chaos renewed their assault, there would be no defense left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two hundred thousand tech-priests and ample materials… surely they can finish according to schedule?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the frantic cogboys, his heart laced with worry—and even a tinge of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his earlier battle with Ka'Bandha, he had shattered more than a few structures himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in such a battle of intensity, there was no room to hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he had won, and denied the daemons their prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh's webway had to be held. If it fell, all the investments would be wasted, and even the Emperor Himself could not bear the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fa… Father?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Black Throne's holo-link, Imperial Regent Roboute Guilliman froze, his pupils quaking, his voice stammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was excited—yet also afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent had been traveling the Imperium, spearheading reform across its shattered realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day he rushed through webways or warp routes, attending festivals, holding councils, granting audiences, occasionally lopping off the heads of traitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst it all, he kept close watch on Eden's war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, he had opened communication with the Hope Primarch, hoping to ask about certain matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the holo-projector flickered to life, what he saw upon the Black Throne was a golden giant—so much like the Emperor—that he nearly lost his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Guilliman, Chapter Master Calgar of the Ultramarines and Chapter Master Mordren of the Angels of Absolution also saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dropped to one knee with a thunderous crash that nearly cracked the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mistake me. I am not the Emperor, but the Hope Primarch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden coughed awkwardly, lifting his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had almost forgotten—he was still wearing the Emperor's cloned flesh. Misunderstandings like this were inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He controlled the psychic energies, dimming the liquid radiance that always bled from his form. His own features surfaced beneath the glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he did not consciously restrain it, he was like a golden lighthouse—effects maxed out at all times, radiating majesty and divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden explained the situation to Guilliman, recounting the battle with Chaos and the dangers yet to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alas… we cannot reach you in time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's voice carried regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now near the Eye of Terror. Even using the webway, it would take far too long to reach Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no chance to join this war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was expected. Your task is vital as well. Besides, I am not without allies—new reinforcements are on their way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had never counted on Guilliman's direct help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Indomitus Crusade was still grinding to its end, and the Regent could not spare large forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Guilliman himself—strong as he was—in a war of this scale, a single warrior was of little weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to keep him safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Emperor's clone-body at his disposal, Eden could not withstand the entire tide of Chaos forever. The only real solution was to use the Throne to raise a barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only known method in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Guilliman he also learned that his alien confidante, Yvraine, had led the Ynnari into the webway as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps they too would be drawn into this war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman promised to send her a message, urging the Reborn's leader to join the Savior in resisting the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old G, then I truly owe you thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy of Chaos was a friend. The more armies came to Commorragh, the longer they might hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Ynnead—the nascent Aeldari god of death—could resist Slaanesh was another matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By prophecy, when fully born, he would slay She Who Thirsts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the price would be most of the Aeldari race itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could not fathom the logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari fought for survival—yet their great hope for vengeance required almost their entire species to perish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That contradiction was fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if they sought to awaken Ynnead, they needed five Croneswords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four they had gathered. The last lay in Slaanesh's own palace—inside the Dark Prince's very gut, if the tales were true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus another paradox:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gather the weapons needed to defeat the Dark Prince, they must first march into the Dark Prince's realm and succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they had the power to storm Slaanesh's domain and steal from her, why would they need Ynnead at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor Himself would find such a feat daunting. Theft in the Warp was far harder than mere battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh would never leave such a prize unguarded in reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps indeed, as legend claimed, the final blade was hidden within the Dark Prince's belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pitiful. The Aeldari are finished…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed inwardly. Millennia of struggle for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their grand work had borne almost no fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to them, he had done better—his Asurmen-heir guise had sheltered a host of Dark Eldar, saving them from the Dark Prince's corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists of Ynnead, meanwhile, seemed more like zealots driving a broken vehicle into the abyss, hoping to drag their enemy down with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even suspected it all to be Tzeentch's scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter Master Mordren of the Angels of Absolution, after receiving the Regent's nod, stepped forward to bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Mordren, scion of the Lion of Caliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is said you wield the Eye of Prophecy, that you can glean the truth of futures from the shards of warp and reality. We have a question only you can answer…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What? The All-Seeing Eye?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden froze for a moment at those words, a puzzled look flashing across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which Imperial bard or chronicler added that nonsense to my legend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was simple—he knew some things because he had foreknowledge of the broad strokes of the timeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now it was the 42nd Millennium. Beyond this point, even he didn't know much. Who could tell what tricks Games Workshop would play in the future?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… carrying a title like \"All-Seeing Eye\" wasn't the worst thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With it, he didn't need to explain anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ask him something? The answer was prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if the Angels of Absolution—the sons of the Lion—wished to consult him, then he could offer guidance within the limits of what he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's fine. Lion's cub, speak your doubt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden raised his gaze to Mordren, golden irises glowing in layered halos, his voice calm yet tinged with an unfathomable distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked every inch the prophet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help it—his psychic aura was too strong, always trailing divine special effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was after restraining it. Otherwise he'd have glowing halos sprouting over his head, blinding those who looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mordren bowed deeper before the Hope Primarch, reverence filling his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Regent once spoke of interrogating a daemon and receiving Tzeentch's reply. The Changer of Ways declared that our gene-father will awaken soon. We wish to know—was this truth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Lion El'Jonson, the Emperor's firstborn son, Primarch of the First Legion, lay in slumber deep within the Dark Angels' Rock. He had slept for ten millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew if he would awaken—or remain forever still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels and all of the Lion's loyal descendants longed for their father's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Eden,\" Guilliman added softly, \"I remember you too said that the Lion would rise again. The same words as the Changer of Ways.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Guilliman and the Lion had quarreled often, their bond was not unkind. He hoped his brother would return to the Imperium soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced sidelong at Guilliman's eager face, lips quirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Lion comes back, he and Guilliman will probably be at each other's throats again. Those two together without an argument? Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he gave his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The prophecy is true. The Lion of Caliban will return. He will awaken within the forests of Caliban…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, do you know the exact place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mordren's voice shook with excitement at the news of their gene-sire's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head, answering with patience:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is not the true forests of Caliban, but a realm between reality and dream. There the Lion will rise, bearing new strength. Perhaps you should return to Caliban and await him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Mordren with a tinge of sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the Lion comes, perhaps the stain of false treachery will be cleansed. During Caliban's fall, too many were misunderstood, and the loyal were driven into exile…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lion's sons have never forsaken their loyalty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mordren's eyes glistened with unshed tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angels of Absolution were once branded as Fallen Angels—traitors in the eyes of their brothers and the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in truth they had remained loyal, and slowly, painfully, they returned to the Emperor's light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden said nothing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not his matter to resolve. Only Lion El'Jonson's return could untangle those ancient wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, the Lion had been a hot-blooded youth, rash in judgment. But ten thousand years had passed. Surely he had matured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his answer given, Eden turned his mind back to the present war. He had no luxury to dwell on Caliban's fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps when the battle for Commorragh's webway was over, he might seek the vital artifact hidden upon Caliban itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all depended first on surviving here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he and Guilliman spoke of the Imperium's possible futures and looming crises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Can you hold out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman frowned as he looked upon the Savior enthroned upon the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image brought back too many memories—of the Emperor, bound to the Golden Throne, His body wasting away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent feared his brother might share the same fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled warmly, confident on the surface:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course. Have you ever known me to attempt the impossible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, brother, we await your triumph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman nodded, then turned toward the figure beside him—the returned White Scar Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jaghatai, I leave our brother's safety in your hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly already knew of the Khan's return; they had spoken once before, though without warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two had never been close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan only nodded. He disliked Guilliman's imperious tone and habit of giving orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the vox died, Eden's smile collapsed. The confidence vanished from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the Khan's uneasy look—and knew instantly that his odds of ending up shackled to the Black Throne's \"toilet seat\" had risen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Khan… my heart's not strong enough for shocks. Could you tell me—gently—how bad Commorragh really is? How many rifts? Where are they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars had deployed scout units across Commorragh's webways, watching every passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan wiped sweat from his brow. The reports had shaken even him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps you should ask instead… where the rifts haven't opened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hhsssss~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nearly blacked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced his breath steady and asked, slowly, \"Then… where is still safe? Where has no rift appeared?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan looked down at the data-slate in his hand. His silence was louder than cannon-fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's breath grew ragged, as if seated atop a volcano about to erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still time to run, maybe?\" he muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan shut down the slate, his tone awkward:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A few minutes ago, there were still safe zones. Now? They're gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere in Commorragh, rifts to the warp are opening. And they're growing larger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost at once, Eden's command staff relayed their own emergency report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predictions confirmed: rifts had torn open across the entire Dark City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scope of Chaos incursion was incalculable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mortal armies in the webway were nothing—barely crumbs before the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only small mercy: the rifts were unstable. They could not yet sustain a full daemon tide. Perhaps a single week remained to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…So the gods had a backup plan after all. We are in deep trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This outbreak dwarfed even the rift beneath Holy Terra. Perhaps it was greater still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons pouring through could drown whole sectors, unstoppable by any conventional army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of the Tyranid swarms that darkened suns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos was worse—pouring in from every angle, ignoring barriers, corrupting minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden leaned back against the Black Throne, eyes closing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we must evacuate early. Seal and even destroy the webway entrances, while there's still time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Switching guises, he set aside the Emperor's clone-body, though the Savior's soul aura lingered bound to the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escape was impossible. The Black Throne held him fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was veiled in baleful mist. Beyond it yawned vast wounds of red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark City's veil had been torn. The rifts spread endlessly. From them crept whispers and horrors uncountable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of endless wails, tolling like cathedral bells from blood-soaked rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abominations of the warp spilled into the Dark City—through flesh-work forges, dungeons, spires, and bridges—screaming as they merged with the pain around them, weaving it into a symphony of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cannon-fire roared. Blades flashed. Blood splattered upon obsidian walls. Undying daemons tore and slaughtered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spires of the city collapsed in clouds of blackened dust. The Dark Eldar felt the quake of doom racing toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was breaking apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They screamed in panic and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… Commorragh is doomed! The Thirsting Lady will devour all our souls!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Dark Eldar merchant, Bayron, clutched his child, kneeling amidst corpses, tears of terror streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the daemonic horror that approached, dripping with the stench of hell, despair crushing his spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the pit of that despair, he seized upon a single straw of hope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All hail the Asurmen's heir! Savior of the Aeldari, Black Sun of Commorragh! Save your pitiful children!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster's talon fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and the shadows beneath Bayron twisted. From them surged a nightmare, blades raised, intercepting the killing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bayron lifted his tear-blurred eyes in awe and gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above, the colossal phantom of the Asurmen's Heir loomed, gazing down upon the lives below…\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>",2542,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","315892ec0e875d735a41b8ed4c81864d998f72e5c0b37bf598a749bd17d3fc66","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-521","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-519",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]