[{"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-535":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},1681405,2147,"Chapter 535 - 536 — Guilliman’s “Wife” Narrowly Escapes the Tyranid Old Eight","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-535",535,"\u003Cp>Guiding the swarm through his Tyranid avatar—Bladewing—Eden arrayed the biofleet for the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast living star-cloud wrapped the Redemption Hive Mothership, while thousands of drone escorts and even more drone pickets ringed the core vessel in tight layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavier cruisers spread outward in concentric shells until the Redemption Hive Fleet presented a spear-tip formation in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three massive Narvhal bioships keened with bio-electromagnetic song, compressing space to open an FTL corridor and leading the swarm into transit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ripples trembled through the dark, and the Redemption Hive Fleet reappeared in deep space at the edge of a star system, holding position—as if waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were waiting for a Webway gate to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Savior's order, the Webway Administration verified and executed his command, opening the major Webway gate that served the Aedilar System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal, circular ripple cohered out of empty space. An ancient, monumental archway phased into being, and a gossamer film of distortion spread across its heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway gate yawned open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Savior, Master of the Swarm, the Redemption Hive Fleet dipped and filed through the titanic arch—one after another—into the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living star-cloud above threw down a suffocating pall of shadow, a lightless canopy swathing the ground beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one sector, a substantial Aeldari ground column sped along a broad Webway causeway—the host was formidable in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Ynnari host led by Yvraine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine stood upon the open deck of a heavy grav-transport, a pale figure bathed in cold moonlight. Her eyes—shard-black, like broken obsidian—stared far ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Herald of Ynnead was uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh's Webway had been breached by Chaos daemons, most notably by She Who Thirsts—keen to devour their Drukhari kin entire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held no love for those cruel Drukhari cousins, yet for the sake of Aeldari survival, the Ynnari would march to their aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine already knew this would be a hard war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Per the intelligence they held, too many Greater Daemons had forced their way into the Commorragh reaches of the Webway—including an old, terrible foe of the Aeldari: Syll'esh, the Doom of Secrets. She had nearly annihilated an allied strike-group; only by joining with Lelith Hesperax and others, and by summoning the Yncarne, had Yvraine finally driven the fiend away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, she would be ready—no matter what it cost, she would bring Syll'esh down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roboute's message leaves me…unsettled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine's mind supplied a vision of Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines. Only a short time before, their ally had reached out, asking her to join the Savior in repelling the daemonic tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Roboute's return, the Aeldari had cooperated with Mankind now and then against their mutual foe—the horrors of the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all knew such alliance was only ever temporary. Interests would clash; blades would cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the Herald wished that day would come later, not sooner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The human 'Savior' is a dangerous ally. The Aeldari must be wary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was willing to work with Roboute because there was trust, and because he lacked the Imperium's more fanatical dogma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a benevolent ruler, a steady partner—able to keep cooperation within acceptable bounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human Savior was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ideology, though less extreme than the Imperium's, was more troubling—and more threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ambition felt too immense—so vast the Aeldari could not bear it. Even his gentle gaze carried an unsettling sense of standing above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bore no hatred for Aeldari or other species; in truth, he was more welcoming than Roboute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was not friendship—merely the desire for absolute control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not settle for leading only Mankind. He meant to rule other species as well—to become the true overlord of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yvraine's private judgment, this Hope Primarch of Humanity posed a greater threat than Roboute—the single most dangerous man alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had even entertained the thought of striking first—of ending the Savior and removing the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had set that thought aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could not be sure she could kill him—and she could even less afford the consequence of failure: to invite the enmity of a Primarch-Savior of Mankind. Roboute himself would turn against her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari teetered on the razor's edge of extinction. Their farseers had read the skeins: they must work with humanity to escape She Who Thirsts' pursuit—if there was to be any hope of dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gathered herself and turned to the aged farseer at her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you reached Commorragh? We need eyes on the battle there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lady, the warp-shadow cast by the Dark God clouds my second sight. Commorragh lies beyond my grasp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The farseer's wrinkled face tightened; he grimaced and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No contact. No clarity. Only the unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Herald's worry deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She prayed Commorragh would hold—that the Dark City would not fall beneath a coordinated daemonic onslaught, and plunge the war into catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Commorragh fell, retaking it would be almost impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It may help that the human Savior has entered the Dark City. Perhaps he'll draw some of the daemons away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Yvraine told herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was very good at killing daemons; he would become a lodestone for their fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under such pressure, Commorragh might not collapse so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clung to that slender reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine's head snapped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her guard rose; a warped vision stabbed through her mind—her ancestors screaming beneath She Who Thirsts' claws—a sickening augury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave the order at once. \"Vanguard! Form the line—brace for She Who Thirsts' charge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ynnari—the Reborn faithful of Ynnead—deployed across the broad, plainlike expanse of Webway floor and built their position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would meet the onrushing tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nerves twanged taut. No Aeldari took the Prince of Pleasure's hosts lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—Syll'esh might be among them, sworn to vengeance, sworn to Yvraine's death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the line, breaths turned heavy. The air itself seemed to congeal. They waited for the crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Slaaneshi host finally crested the horizon, every eye bulged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were seeing the impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons…were not charging. They were—running?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine had fought daemons many times. She knew their cadence and posture the way a dancer knows a drumbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was wrong at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What—could possibly be hunting the hosts of She Who Thirsts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any foe that could send a daemonic wave fleeing in panic would be terrible indeed—and if they were swept into that new battle, the Reborn would be facing an enemy unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could it be—what could terrify daemons into a blind, stumbling rout?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far off across the field—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A screech rattled the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Keeper of Secrets—spider-legged and elegant—skidded so hard her six bladed limbs left afterimages, sparks screaming from the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked as if she'd sprout more legs if it would help her run faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her pounded several more Greater Daemons of Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not only the greater fiends—their lesser kin, entire battalions of the Host of Excess, all ran full tilt, desperate to outpace the pack snapping at their heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A waking nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only moments before, the hidden Slaaneshi force had received delicious news: a Ynnari column would be passing this hub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had rejoiced and raced to lay sorcerous snares, to ambush the prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A banquet of souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Slaanesh's servants, Aeldari souls are rare feasts—fat, fragrant, exquisite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could seize high-grade spirit stones…perhaps even earn their Prince's favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had taken a beating in the Dark City; that nauseating Barag the Glutton had wrecked their appetites and left them with little to show. So, on their god's command, they burrowed into the Webway to hunt again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed a win—needed to dine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ynnari's approach looked like Slaanesh's own blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before their trap was even set, came a treacherous ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attackers were Tyranids—soulless, foul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very scent of daemonflesh, they drooled and hurled themselves forward, mindless, tireless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was disgusting. To fight was to be gnawed; to be gnawed was worse than death. The Host of Excess broke and ran, hoping to lose the swarm in the maze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Tyranids would not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Keeper of Secrets shrieked and crushed in her fist a feeder-beast gnawing at her haunch, then sprinted harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Slaaneshi were at least smart enough to run toward Commorragh. That suited Eden just fine—he was going that way anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the core-hollows of the Redemption Hive Mothership, Eden watched through the eyes of the swarm as the Slaaneshi column tore down the Webway. He nodded, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued a new directive: the Tyranid commander was to cut down this daemonic force quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander he'd sent was one of his trusted lieutenants—a mutant Hive Tyrant nicknamed Old Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Eight's Tentacle Fleet was bred for extreme adaptability and possessed…particular tastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They loved to devour warp-tainted flesh—whether Slaaneshi or Nurgle's rot-swollen swine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Old Eight and his broods, Nurgle's rank meat was a rich, fermented delicacy, while Slaaneshi flesh—dusty with glittering powders and drenched in heady energies—was a confection, sweet as chocolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldn't gain much biomass from daemonic carcasses—but oh, the flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality fouled by the warp tasted better still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Old Eight's broods howled and gave chase—and ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hsss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Eight felt the Hive Mind's will surge. He lengthened his stride, his armored bulk smashing through daemons like a black tide, chitin carapace bowling them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those that fell were swallowed by the onrushing swarm, dragged down and devoured, their screams ripping the Webway air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Eight's eyes fixed on the Keeper of Secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bunched, sprang—and smashed her down mid-flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs, crackling with a skinstorm of bio-fields, danced like power blades, hacking apart her blades and carapace in a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wretched, inferior thing. You'll drown in ecstasy and die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hysterical, the keeper exhaled a hallucinogenic miasma, hoping to fog the mutant tyrant's senses and lay him low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her horror, he inhaled deeply—and only grew more excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Food. Sweet, sweet food.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tyrant's bio-magnetic aura thrummed in guttural clicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed atop her, his long slime-slick tongue lapping her warp-touched flesh; his corrosive saliva pooled like burning tar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The keeper could barely struggle. The scene looked obscene—like a monster doing the unspeakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her screams broke the air—not merely from pain, but from a profound spiritual disgust. The touch of the Hive Tyrant would leave wounds that would not close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would have thought a fiend who lived to toy with prey would end like this—helpless as a pinned insect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Yikes. That's rough. Here's hoping Old Eight doesn't traumatize the whole daemon legion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face went impassive, like a bored old man scrolling his phone on the subway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To any bystander, it looked less like a battle than like a tyrant beast humiliating a greater daemon. Which, on balance…wasn't far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, to the horror of the watching Slaaneshi, Old Eight tore the Keeper of Secrets in half and fed, sending her howling back to the warp in terror and agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That grisly ritual was the dinner bell. The swarm threw itself across the field, a storm of chitin drowning the host of Excess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From above, the battle looked like a black tide consuming silk-pink foam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the eyes of a hidden Lictor, he saw an Aeldari column.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One warrior—more than most—caught his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh. Isn't that Old Roboute's 'wife'—Yvraine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life he'd seen too many fan-made pictures of the pair—memes had become reflex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dimly remembered Roboute telling him Yvraine was marching to support Commorragh. He hadn't expected her to be this slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any later and he'd be popping champagne in the Dark City already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, it wasn't on Yvraine. The gods' invasion had packed the Webway with daemonic armies, turning transit into a nightmare. The Ynnari had fought through multiple battles just to reach these approaches to Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pity. The Dark City is about to be mine. I can't have the Ynnari blundering into the middle of it—that's a political mess I don't need…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden studied the sizable Reborn host and weighed his options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint chill sharpened his violet gaze. \"Or…use this chance to erase the entire Ynnari column from the board? No witnesses, no complications.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid urge—hungry, ruthless—scratched at his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mastered it and let the thought go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priority was purging daemons from Commorragh. Picking a fight with the Reborn now would only complicate things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—if they brought out the Yncarne, that would be a headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However he tallied it, clashing with the Ynnari here was a bad move—and risked wrecking hard-won ties between humanity and the Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better to pull Yvraine toward the Redemption Satellite Zone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decision made, Eden sent the order: the Drukhari archon in the Redemption Satellite Zone was to find a way to contact Yvraine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he whistled the swarm back to their bioships and left the Ynnari alone, pressing on toward Commorragh. The living star-cloud rolled overhead and kept on going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ynnead preserve us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine watched the Tyranids devour the Slaaneshi tide—and felt death at her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the last daemon fell, the swarm's many eyes turned hungrily toward her lines. An attack felt moments away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began to form the Reborn to receive the charge—when the sky itself darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Webway above…filled with a living nebula. The swarm's bioships blotted out the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps it's time I gave my life to the God of the Dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought cut through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could see no path by which the Ynnari could survive an attack by a full Tyranid biofleet. Not even a stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one gambit remained: unleash the caged shard of a star god, and with her host's lives call forth the Yncarne. Maybe that would bleed the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the price was everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could also tell the swarm's true heading: the Dark City of their Drukhari kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had no hope of escape anyway…perhaps the right move was to strike first—stake their lives for the Aeldari's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, unexpectedly, the swarm withdrew into their bioships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They showed no interest in attacking the Ynnari at all. They simply drove on, their falling shadow washing over the entire column as they passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a soul moved. No one dared breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yvraine's fingers tightened around the trigger-rune that would loose the star-shard. If the swarm twitched—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would spend everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For reasons unknown, a Firestorm heavy anti-air platform suddenly opened up, raking the Tyranid bioship overhead with a stream of fire.\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>",2442,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","21642a20978730f031ae216d3680c28d8e6ce6970c5aaa14e77d6751a5404f76","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-536","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-534",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]