[{"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-526":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},1681396,2147,"Chapter 526 - 527 — Savior: Everyone stand up—The Emperor just got off the toilet!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-526",526,"\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure reclined upon the throne-bed, basking in pain and ecstasy, a satisfied breath slipping from parted lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pink mist spread wider, leaving the pleasure-palace damp and slick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The authority and awe of that Hope Primarch—the Savior—only stoked the god’s hunger and fascination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the foot of the dais, the Fallen Phoenix, Fulgrim, slumped to the floor, eyes squeezed shut in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh had been summoned to attend the Prince of Pleasure and to witness, with his own eyes, the Savior and the False Emperor fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet midway, the Prince of Pleasure had pushed him aside without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The culprit behind this humiliation was that Hope Primarch, the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How Fulgrim wished he were in the abyss beneath the throne rather than sprawled on this platform, suffering such shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ground his pride beneath its heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Daemon Prince also understood that no matter what he did, he could never ascend to the heights of the Hope Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That being always descended upon battlefields—upon the galaxy—in the most dazzling of ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made him ache with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps only when that Savior dies can the Fallen Phoenix once more become a flamboyance the galaxy cannot ignore...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim thought bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he wanted now was to see the Hope Primarch and the False Emperor topple into the bottomless abyss beneath the strikes of Chaos assassins!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in his soul there lurked a fear he dared not name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the False Emperor truly awoke—if he regained the ability to act in realspace—how would Fulgrim face that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the sinuous body of the Prince of Pleasure ceased its shuddering, tinged by a faint disappointment and reproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the god’s hunger for the Savior’s soul only grew; that craving now even surpassed Its malice for the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after the Savior abruptly halted everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not good—the Prince of Pleasure got off on that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden cut off the beatdown in a snap, his whole body prickling numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blows had wounded the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin, yes—but they also fed it a certain peculiar energy, sending the Prince of Pleasure’s excitement soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, in essence, empowering a Chaos God in realspace—like swinging and getting farmed for free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stopped wasting time on the Slaaneshi Assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broke off and flipped targets, racing to intercept the Assassin puppeted by the Changer of Ways before it could shank the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boosted by the \"I Reckon\" power, Eden ignored the witch-traps the Tzeentchian Assassin had planted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply grabbed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Blue Bird, I reckon it’s time you scrammed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a brutal wrench, he tore the Tzeentchian Assassin in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foul ichor sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the corrosive blood couldn’t so much as scuff his explosive physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that all-out strike, the Changer of Ways was knocked clean off the board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden allowed himself the smallest breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch’s attacks were the trickiest and most deceptive—killing that one first made the rest of the fight saner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was two-on-one, and his odds went up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sā-vi-or!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate Chaos Assassin marched forward, each step making the ground shudder, cords of muscle standing out even thicker, wreathed in a miasma of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the Blood God behind it was angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In uncounted centuries, no one had dared assault Him head-on— not even a clone-avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whip—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barbed lash snapped like a serpent’s tongue, winding around Eden, its wicked thorns stabbing deep to drip venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is my fight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate Assassin quickened its pace, annoyed at Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wanted to execute the Hope Primarch Savior alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had only just ripped free of the barbed lash when the Khornate Assassin’s fist—packed with pure murder-might—smashed into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The god of slaughter’s power hit so hard his guts bucked and tore; he even coughed up fragments of lung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planted a fist right back in the Assassin’s jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounds like that were a tickle to Edork the greenskin—high-tier greenskins could lose a head, slap on a spare, and keep swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Edork trait of the greenskin also bled through this body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he countered Khorne, Eden felt no joy—only weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fight had to turn hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His job wasn’t to beat Chaos Gods—it was to hold the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, with the Khornate Assassin tying him up, he was giving the Slaaneshi Assassin a free lane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slaaneshi Assassin didn’t press him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it cast out a veil of pink mist and slid into it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using the cover to sprint for the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cloying haze could spike every organ into fever, blinding sight and sense alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure felt certain the Savior couldn’t find Its clone within this mist, let alone stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Imperial warriors? Even less chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the god’s glamours over their minds, they lost all vision and perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under that cover, Slaanesh’s malice ghosted toward the Accursed One; a blasphemous dagger—capable of wounding even gods—glinted with killing frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It needed only one second to pierce the Accursed One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Accursed One, savor this pinnacle of torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your only hope will be shattered. You will never claim the Aeldari Webway. Just like ten millennia ago, we will mercilessly destroy everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, you should cry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the assassin’s mind, the Prince of Pleasure quivered in rapture, a small, soft tongue licking Its lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Black Throne, the Emperor’s clone remained motionless, its soul force locked in struggle against the Throne’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could only receive the world in silence—helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the hell is that thing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden fought to break the Khornate Assassin’s roadblock and tracked Slaanesh’s movements, heart knotted tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the other Imperial fighters, he’d lost the Slaaneshi Assassin in the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even line up an I-Reckon smack to the back of its skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of thought—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and then a bone-rattling impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate Assassin seized the opening and plowed him through a mechanized defense line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two titans grappled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At speeds a normal warrior’s eyes couldn’t parse, they smashed through several heavy turrets; explosions strobed the deck; an Ultramarines heavy Dreadnought toppled amid sheared limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Ultramarine assets had been sent by Roboute Guilliman, Imperial Regent, to help the Savior assault the Black Throne zone held by the Supreme Overlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived a tad late—just in time for the last stand around the Throne. Classic Regent timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as you show before the champagne pops, it counts as a win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wham—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No more time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wrung out every last drop of potential and booted the Khornate Assassin off him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spike of dread hammered his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if His Majesty was about to be wounded—badly—in a way beyond repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden’s gaze snagged on the heavy Dreadnought beside him—its pilot, an Ultramarines veteran of a hundred centuries, straining with half-shorn limbs, trying to stand and fight again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From inside the sarcophagus came a grinding vox: \"An Ultra... never falls. I... can still fight...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was heavy. Somber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve got it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eeden stared at the heavy Dreadnought—and a bright idea clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not its firepower. Not its iron will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its paint—blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As every greenskin knows, blue... is the luckiest color!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden’s thunderhead muscles bunched and rolled. He heaved the Ultramarines Heavy Dreadnought up and swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing left but a gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Imperial warrior—His Majesty’s fate is in your hands!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a full-body pivot, he hurled the Dreadnought into the pink fog shrouding the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Primarch’s brutal strength turned the ceramite-and-adamantine chassis into a living shell—an artillery round forged for ramming—its destructive force terrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it hit the Black Throne, it could smash it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no other way—and no time for anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue-armored Heavy Dreadnought streaked into the haze at macro-cannon speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Aquila on its chest flared with sanctified radiance, throwing off a sheen of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside that sarcophagus, the mind of a millennia-old veteran snapped crystal-clear—as if he suddenly grasped his final purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vox-roar carried across the air:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For... the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t finish the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By luck (blue is lucky, after all), the Ultramarines Heavy Dreadnought smashed straight into the Slaaneshi Chaos Assassin just as it raised a dagger toward the Emperor’s clone—blasting it aside and bowling the pair into a nearby defense bastion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure froze, stupefied. A heartbeat from victory—then darkness—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and an Imperial war-sarcophagus pancaked It into a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh came back to Its senses in a shriek of spite, hatred for the Hope Primarch surging. It wanted that soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failure at the moment closest to triumph—that was the wound that bled rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a shadow loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial heavy armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heretic abomination... die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavy Dreadnought burned like a small sun, engine-howl rising; even shattered components cycled back to life under the glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the stump of an arm it hammer-fisted the Slaaneshi Assassin, then unleashed a melta beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With unbending will, the ancient warrior tied down the abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden slapped aside a plunging slab of super-heavy tank armor. Power flooded his frame as I Reckon roared to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove a punch to meet the Khornate Assassin’s onrushing fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact detonated a pressure wave, blasting gravel and dust into a whirling sandstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared the Khornate Assassin down, battle-fire bright in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even threw a taunt:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now we can settle this without interference. Do you dare, or don’t you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Assassin’s eyes burned hotter; behind them, the Blood God’s fury found a sliver of respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, I admire your courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You shall taste the War-God’s might and fall as a warrior—and your soul will be mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne accepted the Hope Primarch’s challenge outright, ready to break and claim this towering foe with a clone-avatar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and take his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be the richest feast in millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With both the Hope Primarch and the Exalted Bloodthirster as Khorne’s champions, his realm would eclipse the other Dark Gods in brute strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought alone fanned the god’s wrath and battle-lust, empowering the clone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden burned the last charge of the Little Sun’s stored I Reckon power, holding himself at the peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the Khornate Assassin locked eyes; the air grew heavier, the final clash of Primarch and god-clone on a hair-trigger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and Eden’s gaze popped wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked past the Assassin’s shoulder like he’d seen the impossible, shock flipping to wild delight. A psychic ping flared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Th—the Emperor... stood up?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once the holy currents around the Black Throne surged; the Emperor’s presence rippled—undeniably real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Accursed One awoke?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne, riding the clone, caught that telepathic burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils pin-pricked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Accursed One was a threat like no other: if he rose from the Black Throne and struck the clones, the backlash could wound their true selves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear—yes, fear—tilted the Blood God’s attention toward the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that sliver of distraction, the clone felt it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—a sickening crunch at the back of the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edork’s signature move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the greenskin godling can’t be seen, back-of-the-head shots happen. Even a blink of inattention will do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Khorne’s focus drifted, Eden ghosted behind the Avatar with sneaky, filthy speed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and drilled a haymaker into that soft spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ambush?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate clone reeled, furious, whirling—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and took a sledgehammer shot square in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden crashed it to the deck and poured on a barrage—smash, smash, smash—never letting it get its feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Craven Savior—you will pay!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howling, Khorne forced the clone to clear its sightlines, shutting down the openings Eden had exploited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the counterstrike landed, a new reality dawned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate clone was suddenly surrounded by Imperial elites—itching to brawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dog-pile it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, swinging a slab of super-heavy tank plate like a bench, thwacked the clone and broke its wind-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the White Scars Primarch, Jaghatai Khan, the Captain-General of the Custodes, Marshal Carter of the Thunder Guard, and other top-tier warriors swarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with the Savior, they hacked, hammered, and booted the Khornate clone in the most cathartic galaxy-class beatdown imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dishonorable! Coward’s fight! Treacherous ambush!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s roar only made the fists fly faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How often do you get to stomp a Khornate avatar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was the dirtiest of the lot—always picking at weak spots. Nothing was off-limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the Hope Primarch kept a thread of dueling honor—maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Edork—the newborn greenskin god—wasn’t stage-acting. He was cunning, rabid, and mean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khornate clone went down beneath endless rage—and choking humiliation—and popped, its residue spiraling back into the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Changer’s and Blood God’s clones were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Slaaneshi clone remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On paper, the board looked great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced toward the Slaaneshi Assassin \"pinned\" by the Heavy Dreadnought—only to see a sorcerous phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh had slipped the tackle—vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it—Tzeentch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden’s heart clenched; a wave of mortal dread crashed through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer hadn’t retreated at all—it had melded into the Slaaneshi clone, fusing their powers, then spun an illusion to fool everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn’t hesitate. He sprinted for the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to reach it before the strike fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air warped before the Throne—Slaanesh’s clone surfaced, artifact dagger driving for the Emperor’s clone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the split-second brink, Eden tackled the Assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every hair on his body stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A... phantom—oh no!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decoy shattered, crystal chains snapping out to bind him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked to the Emperor’s clone—hopelessness licking his chest hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods would not pass up this chance—and there was no one left to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except... nothing hit the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Eden could parse it, a soul-rending presence knifed straight for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I was the target!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure and the Changer of Ways hated the Hope Primarch so much they’d skip the Emperor—just to take his soul?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden fought back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never be Slaanesh’s thrall—never a toy for endless disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no way to block the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sank in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe... I die here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the strike fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and Eden smiled, at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his job was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shnk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radiance bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden lightning claws punched through the Slaaneshi clone’s chest, unwinding the killing stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind those claws strode a colossal figure in auramite—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood before the Black Throne in a storm of pressure; lightning of raw soul-force raved in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Majesty... got off the toilet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared, elation catching—then stalling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something felt... off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this truly the Emperor—and not some deity wearing the face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden claws clenched; the Chaos clone crumpled to nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s first words rang out, holy and commanding, flooding the hall:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am no god—but the proof that you shall end in oblivion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grinned, relief snapping bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was His voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Emperor—no doubt at all.\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>",2514,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","da1b983eaf98e4e92f0b746bf55541417c032a4cc4913e4ced9a7d92cf961bc4","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-527","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-525",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]