[{"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-524":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},1681394,2147,"Chapter 524 - 525: Good News: The Emperor Can Stand! Bad News…","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-524",524,"\u003Cp>Zzzlaaap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm vortex above the Black Throne fully transformed into a golden maelstrom of psy-lightning, and faint angelic figures seemed to wheel within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, amid the undulating hymn, the fragrance of sacred oil and candles drifted in, soothing to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul-force of that Great Being descended into the Webway's reality, stirring myriad visions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without proclamation or signal, everyone present felt that holy presence and reached the same conclusion in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has… has the Great Emperor descended?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul, the Archmagos of Black-Mechanica, trembled in his augmetic frame; his vox came out distorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even prepared as he was, the sanctity of that arrival shook him to the core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. The Emperor has come. He will take the Black Throne and hold this precious Webway city for Mankind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the Throne, awed despite himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's entrance effects were… on another level. Maybe he could borrow a few tricks later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this revival succeeded, His Majesty could, through the clone-body, rise from the Throne and exist again in the material world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might reshape the whole Imperium—and bring solace to countless souls on the edge of despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What should we do? Do we kneel to receive Him—or is there other protocol?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Emperor—genius Kaul is honored to behold the Divine One! What glory—such a moment has never graced the Salli Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't you say so, Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worked up, Kaul summoned the family heirloom—a snarling, black ultra-heavy servo-cranium crafted from his sire's skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dutiful son gave the relic a habitual pat to welcome the great hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter one's station, before the Master of Mankind, even giants of the Imperium felt tight-strung with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just keep the Throne-machinery stable,\" Eden said. \"If you have strength to spare, hold this zone—no Chaos assassins get through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted to a fighting stance, wary of every change in the air—especially anything that smelled of the number nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was still in the midst of revival; mishaps could strike at any moment—most of all tricks from the Changer of Ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden noticed ninety-nine candelabra around the Throne still burning, their smoke laced with a faint blackness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned. Ill-omened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flick of his hand, and with psy power he snuffed out most of them, leaving thirteen flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did his shoulders loosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a matter so vital to Mankind, no omens were too small to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, back in the Immaterium Tzeentch had denied meddling with the Black Throne—without the tiniest tell of a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet anything from that mouth was a Möbius of half-truths; belief meant falling without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Changer told the truth, it remained untrustworthy—an entity willing to lie to itself when the whim took it. Cheating itself was the apex of chaos and amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden told no one outside the Throne core that the Emperor's revival was imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more who knew, the more likely some leak would bring the Dark Gods down upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Khan, the Custodians, and all nearby forces grew instinctively solemn and knit a tight defensive ring— as if guided by fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might be the most sacred, consequential moment in ten millennia of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's clone-body held a king's poise; its heartbeat thundered so fiercely it nearly drowned the whir of cog-gears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyelids remained shut, but the psy-gleam spilling from their corners bathed all nearby in light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gear arrays turned with rhythmic precision. From their bites gushed liquid gold, building the Throne's back into a golden Gothic nimbus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around it, faint reliefs of angels and the Imperial aquila surfaced and held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's vast psychic might was reshaping the Black Throne—fitting it to hold His soul and flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surge rippled through the Warp as well, carving clear traces in the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We won't be able to hide this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's \"little sun\" essence felt the warp-shift and his worry deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could sense it, the Dark Gods surely could—and faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would not allow this to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made the call and snapped to Kaul, who was stabilizing the Throne systems:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kaul, reinforce all force-field layers. Push output to maximum.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warning bells were ringing. It was time to light up every shield they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it would drain them faster; the whole grid wouldn't hold indefinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they only needed to survive this window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden then pinged Khan, the Custodians, and all nearby arms—full red alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes out for any Chaos incursion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely sent the message when the zone itself turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An oppressive Chaos miasma sank over them, heavy on every chest, like a fist around the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—machine structures and weapons began to corrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red rust crept like blood; gears sprouted pink, perfumed tendrils; twisted faces embossed themselves over crucial panels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor and arms worn by Imperial warriors warped in kind; a trigger bloomed sharp teeth, impossible to squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In seconds, most weaponry around the Black Throne was combat-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Dark Gods' strike is here…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched the sudden unraveling, dread mounting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond assassination, he feared the Black Throne's machinery would buckle under warp taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the sacred power within the Throne's conduits surged higher at the intrusion—more golden light flooded the systems,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blunting the corruption's bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Machine-Goddess—unknown lifeforms have breached our perimeter and are closing on the Throne at speed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Eden could exhale, Kaul's warning cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Data followed: a repaired Veil rift elsewhere in the complex had been quietly pried open again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More defensive assets were redeploying toward the breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chaos assassins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought struck Eden at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying gambit—no one knew what a strike at this moment might do to the Emperor— or how grievously it might wound Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing was sure: the Black Throne would be wrecked; Mankind would lose its only counter to the daemon tide; Commorragh's Webway city would be lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why isn't my spider-sense picking them up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nerves twanged sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then clarity: some subtle force had blinded his second sight—the moment he'd entered the Warp to fetch the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant, the Changer of Ways had planted a quiet hook—a little revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the Savior; Khan, the Custodians, and other still-mobile fighters swept the zone for the intruders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their armor auspex found nothing; even the psyker adepts scoured and came up empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All knew the Chaos assassins were inside—yet it was as if those abominations had vanished from both the psychic and physical layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their methods left no trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If psy-sensing was foiled, only technology remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the assassins had crossed into Webway-realspace, they had bodies—bodies that could not hide every footprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Webby, throw all compute at this. Work with Kaul and find the infiltrators!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden issued the new order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Machine-Goddess Webby poured in all authority and cycles, seizing every Throne-system—sensors, weapons, lighting, shields—all under her watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior-Domain's comms hiccuped as compute was yanked; even the Mechanica forums lag-spiked, pages timing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the litanet, users found their Wi-Fi choking or dropping outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worst hit: greasehead tinkerers mid-experiment and civil officers in workflow—unsaved data vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd have to start over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drawdown was costly—but necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Dark Gods' assassins succeeded, the loss to Humanity would be far greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immeasurable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you found them yet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat beaded on Eden's brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was mid-revival, locked deep into the Black Throne and unable to react much at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the moment, it was all on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden even suspected the Chaos incursion into Commorragh had been a mere decoy—set up for this precise instant—to cripple the Emperor while He was bound to the Throne and a clone-body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to drastically weaken the Master of Mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Machine-Goddess's control, every meter around the Black Throne fell under total surveillance—even molecular-level perturbations were logged as data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul and the greaseheads sifted for anomalies, teasing out actionable intel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved fast, clearing sector after sector, until the suspicion narrowed to a zone left of the Throne's core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was perilously close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos assassins had almost certainly ghosted through multiple lines without notice, now in striking distance of the Throne itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archmagos Kaul spread a gravity field across the zone. The shifting weight finally distorted the assassins' concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's heart leapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white bolt screamed in—Khan of the White Scars, riding the relic craft Pale Hawk, with the Custodian Commander and an elite squad aboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhhht—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Tiger Dao scythed down on the wavering air with gale-force bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Face the storm, abomination!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan opened at full throttle; that Primarch power weapon could hew any daemon-flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blow stopped cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hidden assassin flickered into view—something between Drukhari and daemon, a little over three meters tall, horribly agile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reeked of blood and hit like a meteor. After catching the White Tiger Dao, it hammered Khan away with a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such awful might could only be a Khorne-blessed clone-avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan's impact sent Pale Hawk corkscrewing into nearby machine-architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin never slowed—straight for the Emperor's clone-body upon the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodians leapt clear in time and interposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Halt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander lifted his shield—only to be upended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THOOM-THOOM-THOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Throne's will—become a golden bulwark!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve Warden shields locked into the deck, bursting into blinding barrier-fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onrush hit harder still. Rib-cracking shock rattled organs; blood ran from lips; chaos-corrosion bloomed across armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the old Custodian veterans would not yield—knuckles white on their shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Die standing. Do not fall back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No abomination would profane the One upon the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan and the Commander rejoined, tangling the Khorne-spawned assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden still held fast before the Throne—not peeling off to assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the sweep wasn't done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There might be more than one assassin; if he moved and a second strike came— there'd be no one left to block it at the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the gist of the picture now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Per the Machine-Goddess's analysis, the clone-tech birthing these assassins mirrored the methods used to fabricate the Emperor's clone-body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin was likely a Chaos construct left by Supreme Overlord Vect— or a contingency planted by the Changer of Ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Vect's nose, Tzeentch had corrupted certain \"blood performers\" among the court, and—leveraging the Emperor-clone process—forged these Chaos assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier Veil rift? Just a distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real killers had nested within structures around the Black Throne all along, waiting for the hour, for a killing blow at the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this attack was a joint operation by three Dark Gods. Reason said there could be more than one assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Throne, the Emperor's clone-body's aura swelled, a hint of motion stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Majesty was about to seize the reins of the clone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that knife-edge— the Machine-Goddess finally flagged two last assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was already late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pink and a blue clone-horror slipped past every Warden line and hurtled for the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too close…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could smell the foul tang and see the venom sheen on their blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a psy-shield—and watched them pass through without the slightest drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An untouchable-like null effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How in Throne's name—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed. These Chaos clone-bodies held warp-venom and ignored psy-force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A paradox—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but with Tzeentch's cunning, not impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant the Dark Gods' assassins could, in part, ignore holy energies— and go straight for a physical kill on the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then stop them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden snapped his power sword to life and planted himself before the Emperor's clone-body—becoming the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the aether was useless, it had to be meatspace interception. Worse, at the Throne there were only two souls who could reach in time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Kaul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stakes were mortal and the hour was grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These assassins not only wielded Chaos and negated psy—they were monstrously fast and strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had already gone toe-to-toe with Khan, the Custodian Commander, and a Warden squad without flagging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now there were two, and Eden's best weapon—his psy—was jammed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against a Dark-God set-piece like this, one misstep meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is… genius Kaul's hour of greatest glory, Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archmagos Kaul threw his titanic frame across their path. A forest of weaponry on his chassis drenched the lane in fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that heartbeat, he set life and death aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was the honor the Salli line had hunted and never found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For… the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snarling black heavy servo-cranium forged from his father's skull crackled to life; the aquila on its brow blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spat a forbidden annihilation ray, lancing the springing tangle of daemon-tendrils— ash on the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the galaxy, none scoff at a Magos in a shooting war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beam swept toward a clone-assassin to erase it outright—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and then, in the next instant, the servo-cranium lurched, as if a hand of fate had jogged it. The line veered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wicked blade flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy servo-skull split down the crown, clattered to the deck, arced wildly— and died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fa—zzzzla—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul had no time to mourn. The assassin's follow-through was already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Tzeentch's hex, his cogitators lagged—and the knife went through his plate like a hot edge through butter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor parted. Head and gorget sheared away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two assassins never broke stride, closing still further on the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one obstacle remained: the Hope-Primarch Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden kept his eyes on the oncoming shapes, forcing his pulse to steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't the hour for grief. He had to spend what time Kaul had bought—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, as Kaul first stepped up, Eden had already begun to bless himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a normal fight—deprived of psy—he couldn't handle two Dark-God-driven assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By rights, he'd be countered and killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan—Khorne and the Changer's—was near perfect: a flawless window, every weakness tallied, one by one to be broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was his turn. He could feel the venomous gazes behind the assassins—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh's hunger for his life, Tzeentch's malice toward the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only… they would never guess he'd kept back another power, untouched till now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's the point of a trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the domain of his little sun essence, a colossal, polished, oil-slick musclebound phantom flexed— and detonated with blinding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)[Get +20 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"][Every 500 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop][Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2380,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","518e737467d1ad6f025bfe128bebb6ebd6a4fb0dcec6567c7190a058a82c6d44","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-525","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-523",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]