[{"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-525":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},1681395,2147,"Chapter 525 - 526 — Woohoo! Armor-Busting Edork Goes Live; the Prince of Pleasure Screams Nonstop!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-525",525,"\u003Cp>[Zaelum: There is a poll in P@tr3on to decide the fandom of the next fanfics! It is free for everyone!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Eden's direction, the sacred idol of Edork—an avatar born of Ork belief and that peculiar Orky \"I fink, therefore it works\" power—swelled even larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Zael: Edork is the name of the Ork God version of Eden. I don't remember what I translated before so... new name I guess. And it fits as it is Gork, Mork and now Edork xD)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cruel, crafty light flared in his eyes; the greenish scraps wedged between his fangs looked even more terrifying—enough to make Greenskins uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That god-shape, condensed from Ork faith, roused further. Ripples rolled through the Immaterium, brushing across ever more Orks who'd heard the legend of Edork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, the Steel-Jaw Ork Empire forces Eden had dispatched roamed about challenging other Orks—some wins, some losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't what mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was spreading the legend. By fighting this way, story by story, belief in Edork took root and grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any Ork who believed in Edork was constantly feeding and hardening his Orky thought-field—his I-fink power, his Greenskin might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Eden deliberately pressed outward in Edork's image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borrowing the Warp's reach to ignore both time and distance, he cast that influence to every Ork in the galaxy—whether they'd heard of Edork or not—drawing in still more strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pax Sector, a feral world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Ork tribe had just finished its noon nap. They'd planned to raid the neighboring tribe in the morning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they overslept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, so did the neighbors. Both sides bumped the fight to tomorrow morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a clatter of scrap and a rising racket, the Orks woke and tucked into a grot-served lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lunch also included a few unlucky grots themselves. The yoofs ate so fast they'd often bite off a grot's hand along with the tray—or swallow the entire little wretch in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bellies full, most Orks sprawled out again for round two of resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a few \"clever boyz\" kicked off the daily wise debate, tackling an eternal topic—who's stronger, Gork or Mork?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAAAGH— I knows it—Gork is brutal and cunning, proppa at krumpin'!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red-daubed hard boy thumped his chest—wearing the look of I'm absolutely right; disagree and I'll smash ya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, ya git—Mork is cunning and brutal—even more killy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A yellow-splashed sling-lad shot back without giving an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared each other down, mean grins widening—one heartbeat from an all-in rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, a bleary one-eyed Ork Nob nearby twitched—like he'd felt something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled that lone beady eye and, as if dragged up from nowhere, a new word burst out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"E… Edork!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell. Arguing Orks, brawling Orks, lounging Orks—all looked his way, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Edork?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, more Orks felt that same tug. In their heads, a new name and a blurry image settled into place: Edork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the tribe, the one-eyed Nob suddenly grew fervent:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Edork's da strongest! Edork's brutal and sneaky… and dead killy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His description ran longer than either god's. To Ork ears, that meant more dakka—more impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gork-and-Mork crowd scowled harder. Not convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red hard-boy waved his club: \"Gork's brutal! When ya see 'im, 'e smashes yer face wiv a big choppa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mork's da sneakiest! When ya don't see 'im, 'e clobbers the back o' yer skull!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The yellow lad grinned and hissed the line, savoring the menace. (The classic Ork saying goes: Gork is brutal but cunning; Mork is cunning but brutal.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, a few Orks shuffled back, rubbing their napes—just in case Mork popped outta nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gork\u002FMork fans turned to the one-eyed Nob, a little smug. Let's see what this Edork can do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-Eye stalled, chewing for tricks. He refused to let his god lose face—and he refused to lose this debate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hemming got the Gork\u002FMork fans snickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Edork doesn't deserve a place in Ork legend at all…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then—because Eden was pushing—Edork's god-shape swelled again, muscles corded and gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Nob's head, Edork's savage, feral image snapped into focus. Deeds he'd never heard before unspooled like memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Edork does both.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shivered and declared to every Ork present:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When ya see 'im, Edork smashes yer face in wiv a hammer… an' when ya don't, Edork taps the back o' yer head—wiv the same hammer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low hum of fear swept the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edork was brutal and sneaky—both. He did everything Gork and Mork did—at once. That sounded worse. Stronger. Scarier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands hesitated—face or nape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against either god, you had a counter: see Gork, guard the face; fear Mork, cover the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But against Edork… no matter what you covered, you'd still get bonked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks pondered hard. Edork was terrifying—more terrifying than Gork or Mork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear curdled into awe—and awe turned into a wider stream of belief to feed that new god's power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then One-Eye added, voice dropping:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Edork's so brutal 'e'll eat any Ork what don't listen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That did it. Even the Gork-and-Mork diehards straightened up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gork and Mork didn't eat Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Edork… might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orks worship the strongest. And nothing says \"strongest\" like a god who might eat you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad-mouthing Edork suddenly felt dangerous. What if he showed up and, because you'd been cheeky, ate you alive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Debates shifted. Edork's partisans started winning most arguments about who's boss among the three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon this tribe had a lot of Edork fans. They outnumbered—and outfrowled—the faithful of Gork and Mork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just here. Across other camps, more Edork stories spread—and with them, more fights and wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gork and Mork's worship is deeply rooted among Greenskins. A new god has to be hammered into their kulture through fights and blood before it truly sets and passes on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then does a god become a proper Ork god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Umbral Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fallen Tomb World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel wreckage and forested ravines scarred its face—and everywhere, green smears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A green tide had once crashed here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Ork empire had been born on this world. The Orks smashed every awakening Necron, gutted the tomb complex, and looted its grim tech to fuel their rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAAAGH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hulking Warlord howled at the sky, mustering every Ork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days ago, a Big Mek's gargantuan space fortress had been completed. Now they could carry their war to the stars—like the Ork Roks, those asteroid-fortresses the Greenskins love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, the Warlord had felt a summons from a great being—ordering him to launch a war worthy of the name WAAAGH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Edork!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bellowed the name with the whole planet of Orks behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Edork's name, this Ork empire would launch a sector-spanning war, spreading belief in Him to other Ork empires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any Ork who refused to bend the knee to Edork would be krumped—maybe even eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rrrrrmmmbll—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mountain range split as a jagged corner of the space fortress punched up through bedrock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, a hulk that huge can only be built in orbit. Otherwise you risk gravity shearing it apart—and tearing half a continent when it lifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these Orks built it inside a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They figured it'd be easier to take off that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Warlord's order, Bosses drove mob after mob into the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were abandoning the planet for endless war—and nothing made Orks happier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the sky above the Tomb World wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A titanic fortress-monastery thundered out of the Warp and into realspace, smashing through the veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rock—also called the Tower of Angels—home and fortress-monastery of the Dark Angels, carved from the largest surviving fragment of Caliban after its destruction. Its guns are fearsome enough to have annihilated even powerful Aeldari fleets in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one of The Rock's fortress terraces—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Ork xenos are on the move. Prepare orbital bombardment—immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior in green ceramite—wearing the Lion Helm, true scion of the Lion—gazed down at the Tomb World and gave the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael—Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels, one of the most secretive of the already-secretive Inner Circle; bearer of the Sword of Secrets and the Lion Helm—guardian of the countless hidden truths of the Chapter and of this colossal fortress-monastery. (Lexicanum)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, the Dark Angels had detected disturbances here: an Ork empire rising upon a Tomb World—a looming threat to the safety of many Imperial worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael did not hesitate. After obliterating one Fallen hideout, he brought The Rock straight to the Tomb World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to run a high-intensity orbital bombardment—to erase the Tomb World and the burgeoning Ork empire along with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, as The Rock's many macro-batteries were still spinning up, the Tomb World's horizon changed—a colossal, xenos space fortress rose slowly into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scraps of machinery and a rain of Orks tumbled from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… is that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael's pupils tightened. So did the eyes of the other warriors of the Inner Circle—all struck dumb for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the fortress's silhouette was bizarre—and disturbingly familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen that shape… somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fortress drew closer, that familiarity sharpened. The thing was the half-length statue of some giant brute—bristling with guns big enough to shame defense lasers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they did not know: this Ork empire were Edork-devotees. They had built their fortress in the likeness of the Edork Colossus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to wage war and spread the faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rock's batteries hadn't fully reached firing parameters; only a handful of guns got shots off, and they barely scratched the alien fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RRRRRRMMMBLL—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ork hulk flashed past The Rock at frightening speed—then slipped into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… we're a step late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge relayed ugly news: the Ork fortress had performed a random jump. There would be no tracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael's jaw tightened. Regret edged his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to the Inner Circle warrior at his side. \"Well? Did you recover a clean image profile of that xenos fortress?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Grand Master wanted to know what that shape truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior looked up, incredulous. \"My Lord… the silhouette on that fortress matches an Imperial figure with very high confidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael frowned slightly—then heard the answer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Primarch—the Savior. Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pondered only a moment, then reached a decision: they would go to the Hope Primarch himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This secret would be untangled at the source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the Dark Angels puzzled over the Orks' absurd fortress, the Greenskins had already poured enough Waaagh 'I-fink' into Edork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was an old Ork boast: when Gork and Mork combine, no Chaos God can stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edork's might… was edging closer to theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, at the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faster—just a bit faster…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the two Chaos assassins streaking in, heart hammering hard enough to crack iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could make out the twisted limbs, the questing tendrils, the crushing force in their frames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were clone-vessels piloted by two Ruinous Powers. To strike the Emperor, They had invested a terrible price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each body outmuscled a Primarch—and they dampened Eden's psychic might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without fresh benedictions, he would be crushed. Then nothing would stop them carving up the Emperor's clone-body, perhaps even shattering the Black Throne itself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp, the Prince of Pleasure and the Changer of Ways wore eager smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had poured so much into this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would be worth it. Today They would not only kill the Savior—They would maim the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest Chaos victory since the Horus Heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WAAAGH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the assassins closed on the Throne, the void howled—and a phantom of a musclebound brute flickered through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The I-fink field had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greenskin might, gathered into a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Ork minds, Edork was the most sly, savage, and brutal being of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was stronger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Eden felt power slam into his body—warping and reforging him from the marrow out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raw strength. Rage. And shameless, weaponized sneakiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muscles surged. His gaze turned vicious, hungry—still climbing higher—his frame swelling by the heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His already-damaged power armor groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—hah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden clenched both fists. Power erupted—a shockwave rippled outward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRACK—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His auric power armor burst, plates rocketing off in a storm of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Primarch—the Savior—had blown his armor clean off!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodians rushing in froze, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What power is this?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Eden… how in Terra's name—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars Primarch had just clawed out of the rubble. He saw, swallowed hard, disbelieving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when the Emperor walked among men, had He ever burst his armor by force alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those metal-bright, deeply cut muscles rolling over Eden's frame—enough to make even gene-forged warriors jealous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That layered, razor-defined physique… beyond human limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden now stood bare-torsoed where his cuirass had been, every contour shining—his aura crushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if every other fighter present simply didn't count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the power settle, eyes locking onto the Chaos assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the Blood God's assassin smashed through the Custodians and the White Scars Primarch's broken line, slamming down before the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Eden faced three Chaos assassins at once—each above Primarch-class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lineup to make any Imperial heart fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt no fear. He even lifted a hand to hold back the battered White Scars Primarch and the Custodian captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to see them die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood alone before three god-driven killers—clone avatars of the Dark Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce grin crooked his mouth. \"I'm thinkin'… these gits ain't all that, yeah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God's puppet—an overbuilt slab of meat—rasped a laugh. Impressive as the Savior looked, he was not enough for their chosen tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arrogant Savior, you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Blood God could finish, Eden vanished—and the assassin's face met a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suddenness made the three Dark Gods blink. They had no idea how he'd done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Edork's trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you see Edork—he smashes your face with a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden snatched a hammer-like alloy spar from the mechanized wreckage and pasted the Blood God's assassin across the jaw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sent it skidding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two reacted fast, driving their assassin-bodies past the Savior toward the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was the target; tangling with the Savior was meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Changer of Ways' assassin had just slipped out of Eden's line of sight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the back of its skull exploded in pain. It crumpled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways raged. The Savior was too fast—his path through causality too slippery to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if whenever he moved, he would always strike from the nastiest angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding dawned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That field—like the Ork gestalt—skews causality!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden switched targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch folded the pink grotesque; in midair he stitched a flurry of jabs—every one a critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild, unchained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure screamed—again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the clone vessel, the Dark Prince could feel that feral, piston strength—and the pain bled back to the god's true self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough. Eden mounted the Slaaneshi assassin and let the hammers fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat flashed. The blows came down like a storm. Peak ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most explosive physique in the galaxy—bar none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Immaterium's Palace of Pleasure, the impossibly exquisite figure—every curve a trap—shuddered without end.\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>",2529,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","2f5c4f860c64611d5e9842e82b8fbc660f1c174629ed5dc8ff85c15a6495b7c9","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-526","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-524",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]