[{"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-529":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},1681399,2147,"Chapter 529 - 530 — The Grand Inquisitor: From this day on, Holy Terra shall have only one sun!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-529",529,"\u003Cp>On the avenues of the Petitioner's City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander, in the name of the Hope Primarch Savior, the Velletalis Storm 13th Infantry Company will crush all signs of rebellion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Sergeant Holmes acknowledged the order, then led his Solar Auxilia company forward in grim silence, Redemption Personal Combat Armour and badges glinting beneath the noon light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would coordinate with the constabulary to contain the street violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, this could become a small war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power struggles on the Throneworld are a tangled knot, where too many opportunists make the winds blow as they will. Every transfer of power has brewed rivers of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lessons of history are etched in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most recent were two convulsions: the \"Primarch's Calamity\" brought on by the Lord Regent's return, which triggered a chain of atrocities by Chaos cults, xenos, and mutants—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Districts burned, blood flowed through the streets, and tens of billions perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the upheaval called the \"Spring of Terra,\" sparked by the reforms of the Hope Primarch Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swept aside legions of hidden heretics and malcontents embedded on the Throneworld. Even with careful planning and restraint, hundreds of millions of innocents still died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after his reforms and purges, the Throneworld is far cleaner than before, and annual bloodshed has dropped sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless Space Marines, Inquisitors, Solar Auxilia, and peacekeepers work in the shadows to quietly excise heresy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doing all they can to blunt the influence of the Chaos Gods upon the Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dares grow complacent—least of all now. None wish to see the Hope Primarch Savior's investiture stained by blood and terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the din of the street swelled, the Solar Auxilia drew their polymer batons in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At any moment they were ready to bring them down on the heads of rebels, to beat defiance into smoke and dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do these people oppose the Hope Primarch Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun at midday was bright enough to make Holmes narrow his eyes; he glanced up, almost on reflex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen years ago, no one could see the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the Savior arrived did the heavens reclaim a sun, and its light once again bathed Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to one historian, the last time Terra knew true daylight was before the Age of Dark Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Terra Environmental Maintenance Edicts issued by the Hope Primarch Savior are in force. In low orbit, thousands of weather satellites and climate control platforms lie hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More environmental restoration modules have been emplaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These mechanisms rescued Terra's environment: skies turned blue, seasons settled into warm, pleasant rhythms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the hive-cities now have shaded boulevards, irrigated gardens, and curated urban vistas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Throneworld—once misery-scarred and ruined—has grown into a gentler haven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes could not fathom the dissenters' minds. The Savior changed the lives of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He restored the honor of the Solar Auxilia, drove out suffering, disease, and famine; no longer do Terrans starve in the gutters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the old, sprawling Corpse-Recovery Guild of Terra has shifted roles—reorganized into sanitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What more could those people possibly want?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps His Excellency the Grand Inquisitor has not yet scoured Terra deeply enough. Pockets of heresy still hide within.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Holmes's final conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he led his Auxilia into the chaos, batons flashing against the heretical rioters who had sparked the attack, beating them into a headlong rout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holmes's judgment, as it happened, was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Spring of Terra, the newly empowered Hope Primarch Savior authorized Grand Inquisitor Deville to carry out a comprehensive cleansing of the Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the population here is measured in the tens of trillions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the hive-cities together cover as much residential area as an entire sector elsewhere—and they are labyrinthine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Structures from a hundred ages, tunnels and conduits by the million—these warrens hide too many people and organizations for even the Ministry of the Interior to fully chart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is, in essence, a shadow-world existing beside Imperial rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deville mustered cleansing forces numbering in the hundreds of millions, harnessed the Machine Goddess's computation to drive the sweeps, and had the Ministry of the Interior re-audit the populace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, progress was agonizingly slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark seams of Terra, the teams found all manner of bizarre, undocumented populations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one hive's abyssal under-levels they even uncovered a primitive tribe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People dwelling there since before the Age of Dark Technology, nearly untouched by science, surviving by hunting mutant fauna and collecting algae.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The irony bit deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tribe's home held a remnant pocket of groundwater, nurturing a little ecosystem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their lives were, by some measures, better than those of many Terrans above during the 40K era—before the Savior's reforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least those primitives had relative safety, fresh food, and water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their average lifespan was higher, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In keeping with the Hope Primarch Savior's governance ethos, the cleansing forces did not destroy the tribe's environment. They protected it instead, while providing selective aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ecclesiarchy, catching wind of this, surged in next—dispatching hosts of priests to evangelize the primitives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sought to make them understand and revere the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Ecclesiarchy, such a mission promised a singular triumph of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primitive natives on Holy Terra are rare and symbolically potent. If they could be bathed in the Emperor's light, it would showcase His glory even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under the \"God Loves All\" sect's guidance and special investment, the tribe tasted Imperial life and technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They received good bread, meat, and pure water—could even access the Psy-Net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was one hitch: once introduced to the network, many among the tribe became obsessed with browsing pictures—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of them \"tastefully cool\" portraits of handsome men and beautiful women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This triggered a backlash inside the Ecclesiarchy against \"God Loves All.\" Bishops argued the primitives were not at fault; the sect had led them astray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under fire, the sect slunk away. Another order took over, tasked with nurturing and cementing the tribe's faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The affair also sparked a dispute between the Ecclesiarchy and the Urth Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ecclesiarchal voices claimed that images on Urth Mechanicus and Savior-dominion forums carried hedonistic elements, and must be more aggressively moderated and banned by the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They singled out the so-called \"2D\" aesthetic as a serious toxin corrupting Imperial youth and mores—calling for its immediate abolition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Urth Mechanicus dug in and refused to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Psy-Net data, they countered, is already filtered by the Machine Goddess—there can be no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To accuse otherwise is to blaspheme the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More, they staunchly defended \"2D\": for a great many young tech-adepts, it is joy and—on some level—faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would not accept a ban, especially given its connection to the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quarrel escalated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In anger, the Urth Mechanicus released troves of evidence of Ecclesiarchal priests' sordid deeds—particularly those of a hedonistic stripe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were stomach-turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scandal rocked the Ecclesiarchy. As they finished purging a number of \"unclean\" cases and prepared a counterattack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Urth Mechanicus published more: a cascade of the Hope Primarch Savior's likes and comments on \"2D\" artwork within the Psy-Net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The content made it plain: the Savior himself enjoys such \"2D\" pieces—leaving tips, urging favorite creators to update.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, the Ecclesiarchy fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could hardly denounce the Hope Primarch Savior—especially not with a Redemption God-Engine looming over their cathedra. Several bishops fainted from fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, both sides quietly let the matter cool and ceased to mention it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Ecclesiarchy, though, the line hardened: priests and the faithful were forbidden to access any related material, and ordered to denounce it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Declared unclean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, the Psy-Net content they condemned is safe—pre-filtered by the Machine Goddess and sheltered by the Hope Primarch Savior's Little Sun essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after that Being gained a wisp of the Essence of Excess, even if such content carries a faintly corruptive pull, any faith in \"pleasure\" it generates will be absorbed by Him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not offered up to the Prince of Excess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Primarch Savior's deliberate tolerance of those materials is, in essence, a loosening of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It jars loose minds long shackled across the Imperium and releases a measure of vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, all of this is kept strictly within reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were only ripples kicked up by the cleansing operations, and under the Savior's deterrent shadow they drew no blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In former days, a dispute of doctrine like this would have been enough to start a war—cracked skulls and broken spears everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cleansing forces spent oceans of resources and manpower, prying open the Throneworld's dark seams one by one and digging out ancient remnants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They mean to scour every last corner of the Imperium's heart—and have recovered precious technologies along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra could never do this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Throneworld was a wasteland of chaos, merely keeping its masses alive and its organs of state turning consumed all strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A campaign on this scale was unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, such an undertaking demands the cooperation of every Imperial organ. In the old Imperium, the meetings, arguments, and factional brawls alone would swallow decades—centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless tug-of-war and delay would strangle any plan in its cradle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by pressing the entire Imperium down with force and authority did the Savior compel the departments and powers to move—brushing aside vested interests—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To carry out a planetary purge of the Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shrine-district, no office, no precinct was beyond the reach of the cleansing teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Save the Imperial Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastion is one of the most secure zones in the Imperium; the Custodian Guard conducts only limited sweeps there. Anything heavier risks danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, the operations orchestrated by Grand Inquisitor Deville have, in broad strokes, scrubbed Terra's shadowed underbelly. Millions of criminal and heretical cells have been dismantled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the plan, the next step is a census-audit of Terra's populace—numbered in the trillions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many heretics melted back into the crowd after their groups were broken, gnawing at order from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every xenos and heretical risk must be rooted out—especially the Tyranid genestealers hidden among the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This phase was still in preparation when news arrived that the Savior would become the Imperium's ruler—stirring up every malcontent skulking in the human sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus the unrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cowing the High Lords and other grandees, the Grand Inquisitor was anxious—and quietly ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He judged it his own failure: as the Savior's hound, he had not culled every hidden threat in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One small mercy—after several cycles of purges, the scale of chaos was greatly reduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared with the Primarch's Calamity and the Spring of Terra, the damage to the Throneworld is negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What may suffer is the Savior's image—blemishing His coronation with the taste of disorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Imperium's new \"Emperor\" to ascend as Holy Terra erupts in attacks and bloodletting—what greater sacrilege?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would sour too many eyes across the sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what it takes, Deville must stabilize Terra at once and guarantee the Savior's investiture proceeds flawlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resolved to advance the next phase under a new name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Savior's name, Deville summoned the pertinent Imperial leadership to consider countermeasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours later, a new operation and a suite of edicts were issued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The campaign was titled the \"Holy Terra Public Order Management Action\"—tasked with addressing the Throneworld's immediate public-order crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deville and the leadership framed the present disorder as a matter of public order, not open heresy, rebellion, or insurrection—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Downgrading its significance in the record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This action would unify multiple departments and advance in five-year nodes—resolving Terra's policing problems thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But first and foremost, it would crush the current unrest with thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Inquisitor Deville's hawk's gaze swept the chamber; his tone was iron:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gentlemen, we must pacify this disturbance within five days. There is no ceiling on the resources committed…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand lifted, tracing the Ministry of Inspection's formal sign: \"For the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, dozens of inspectors in black greatcoats and red armbands echoed with blazing fervor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under that pressure—and the contagion of zeal—the others present swore as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some foreheads beaded with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men are fanatically loyal to the Savior—so much so that even the Emperor stands behind Him in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knows it: Deville and the Ministry of Inspection are the Savior's special guard on Terra—His attack-dogs, to tear apart any who stand against Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no other way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Throneworld crawls with would-be kings, while the Savior Himself is away; only high-pressure supervision can keep the bogles and beasts in their pens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When He truly takes the throne, things may be loosened by degrees—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry's remit pared back from civil affairs piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the officials had dispersed, Deville walked alone—hands clasped behind him—onto a terrace. Not a hair on his head was out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed upon the labors below, and his eyes brightened with a shard of rapture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord Savior, I will fulfill the charge You laid upon me—so Your majesty and authority may pass unimpeded!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scion of a hereditary house from Urth's Royal Court District had clawed his way from the galaxy's rim to the Imperium's heart by ruthless art—and an unblinking, fanatical devotion to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For loyalty, he would give all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Being he reveres has inherited rule—become the Imperium's sovereign, the new Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Deville's mind, from this day on, Holy Terra shall have only one sun: the Hope Primarch Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Emperor still exists—but only as an object of religious veneration, not a hand on the levers of state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Else the appointment means nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as Imperial factions read and exalt the Emperor's \"will\" above the Savior's edicts, they will sow misrule and confusion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driving up the cost of governance and choking unity in its crib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, Terra's policies move under the pistol's press:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns leveled at every faction's brow until they nod along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slightest tremor could cascade into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such high-pressure monitoring cannot endure. Force may menace life—but it rarely masters hearts and thought rooted like bedrock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay this course, and a greater calamity will bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus Deville must magnify the Savior's authority—until the sun that is His sign burns so bright no eye can look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Savior and His highest council have long debated one question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to diminish the Emperor's influence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's cult has become a problem for the Imperium—and a weapon in the hands of too many powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A practical path now is to promulgate the Golden Sun alongside worship of the Savior—further softening the Emperor's image and strengthening devotion to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That demands a Reformation: across the Imperium, raise countless Golden Suns and statues of the Savior—while occluding and removing a portion of Imperial effigies—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creating a balance, so belief flows ever more to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Emperor's opinion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Man would applaud Deville and the others, every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has said it a thousand times: He is not a god and should not be worshiped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the faithful act like they never heard—calling it the taint of the Dark Powers, or a test the Emperor set upon His own church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now faith itself has become the Emperor's torment—the weight that breaks Him. He can scarcely suppress it any longer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one can bear the price of the Emperor ascending to godhood—no mortal, no daemon king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should He climb that final stair and fulfill the prophecy of the Dark King, He would become mankind's most terrible foe—bar none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Prince of Excess and the Aeldari—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Incapable of coexistence. Only one falls, and the other breathes free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that day, mankind will taste its greatest tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarchs and Imperial warriors alike will lift blades against the Master and Guardian who was once Man's lord—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one side lies wholly fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred years ago, the Great Rift may well have been a gambit by the Chaos Gods—slashing down humanity's number, stanching the flood of faith—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To deny the Emperor that last step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only a stop-gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, as the Savior's dominion and the Unbending Crusade reclaim swathes of space, the Emperor's light once more spreads across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grateful who rose from misery pour out ever more devotion to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It deepens His shame and suffering. He knows He is both humanity's shield—and its death knell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What sorrow. What rack and wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Palace's Throne Hall, forbidden whispers seep:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tech-sages tending the Golden Throne have found a lacework of hidden fissures across that colossal engine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the cracks are multiplying…\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>",2771,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","1ca825dfda14f4c4df2fb9d30c265a472db7e0f19494b3e4d87b063d4ce3c8fd","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-530","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-528",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]