[{"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-548":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},1681418,2147,"Chapter 548 - 549 — Savior: Rise and Fight with Me—Slay the False Emperor, Pierce Terra’s Heart!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-548",548,"\u003Cp>\"The grand design of the Black Crusade?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon heard the Savior's challenge and looked even more lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind wandered over millennia—how he had inherited Horus's will, challenged Chaos lords one by one, and bent them beneath his own strength…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How he gathered Horus's sons and countless renegades under one banner—the Black Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shifted, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you still hesitating for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, seeing the Warmaster waver, grit his teeth and slapped him hard again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was a glorious ideal—one that must not be forgotten. Otherwise Horus's blood was spilled for nothing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opportunities to lecture like this didn't come often. It was… a little satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's words sped up. \"Don't you want to conquer Holy Terra, the heart of the Imperium? Don't you long to tear the False Emperor's lies apart with your own hands?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon hadn't expected those words—from the Savior of Mankind of all people. It was upside-down, heresy squared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the master of the Imperium even say such things?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the case, the words struck home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes—you failed this time, and the Dark Gods cast you aside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden locked eyes with him. \"But Abaddon—without alms from the Gods, can you no longer fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that's who you are, you'll only earn my disappointment—and my contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are less than Horus—and even worse than that trash Huron. Perhaps you should accept your destined end.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon finally spoke, anger rising. \"I have never forgotten my purpose! I will not lose to Horus—nor to anyone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insinuations that he was \"less than Horus\" set him off every time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the stimm and panacea coursing through him, strength returned; flames lit in his eyes; battle will rose in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the change, Eden nodded, satisfied. \"I know. Your will is stronger than Horus's. You can shed that rancid power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flung his arms wide, voice ringing with fevered zeal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every scar is a seal of honor; every failure, a step toward victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus's sons—the Black Legion—do not fear. You do not kneel to carrion gods as cringing thralls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are warriors—founders of a new age!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rolled across the dais—so stirring that nearby Black Legionaries roared as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Horus's sons do not yield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their battle-fury surged; they hurled themselves at every foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Legion's will rose like a tide—and Abaddon's gaze steadied; the warp within him gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rallied from collapse and took hold of power—no longer as charity from the gods, but the condense of reputation and faith he'd forged across ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that heartbeat, the Warmaster cast off his shackles and stood as something beyond the old divisions of Chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer leaning on the Dark Gods, but on himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the mood blazing hot, Eden thrust out a hand to Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rise and fight! The Eye of Terror awaits its Warmaster's return. Together we'll break the Black-hearted King and rebuild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blades of the Black Legion will pierce Terra's heart—slay the False Emperor—and found a new Imperium!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was laying it on thick to keep Laodun fired up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon eyed the offered hand and smiled coldly. \"I don't know why you saved me—but I'll accept your favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pray you don't come to regret it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul and strength rekindled, he clasped the Savior's hand and climbed to his feet, black fire pouring from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Talon of Horus was somehow back in his grip, locking against shattered vambrace—uglier than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Warmaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Despoiler rose, the Legion's morale surged; formations reknit in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon lifted his face to the roiling warp, as if swearing an oath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prisoners of the Immaterium—I need no more of your stinking alms. Stuff those pitiful 'gifts' into some other puppet—say, your lapdog Blackheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am not Horus. I will not rot into a mad cur. The Black Legion conquers—we do not kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Force your rancid charity on us again, and we'll open your throats with our blades!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut himself—formally—from the Dark Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had abandoned him; he would make them regret it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, more Red Corsairs elites poured onto the platform, rushing the Savior and the Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eeden—Eden—snapped his legend-grade power sword to life and squared up. \"Abaddon—can you still fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Obviously. Worry about yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fields crackled along the Talon in Abaddon's hand; he was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back-to-back, two of the galaxy's heavyweights met the Red Corsairs' charge, their rhythm surprisingly tight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike took a life; blood and shards carpeted the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like brothers bound in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord… the Savior—he won't… fall to anything bad, will he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jubal, Chapter Master of the White Scars, watched the distant platform with a stormed brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared their \"second father\" might be tainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Savior had just yelled something about slaying the False Emperor and taking Holy Terra—and now he was fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the Warmaster of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Chaos than the Chaos Marines!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry. Brother Eden won't be corrupted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan cut down a lunging Lictor and never once doubted. He knew the Savior by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's will was iron—and he adored free loot. His care for Humanity was second to none, arguably deeper than the Emperor's, and he fought for that future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, that flamboyant peacock slathered face masks and full-body skin treatments daily, lived on wellness regimens, and medicated his skin against sunlight before stepping outdoors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always grooming the brand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he ever allow Chaos to ruin his looks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, curiosity made the Primarch glance over—and his eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor—what in all hells…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the enormous platform the fight raged hotter. The Warmaster's personal guard—the Bringers of Despair—and the Savior's Thunder Custodians had arrived,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the line against the Red Corsairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intermixed, the two honor-guards formed a mountain-shaped defense among the ruins, pouring belt-fire down the slopes. At the mountain's peak stood the Savior and the Warmaster, honor-banners snapping over their helms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Imperial & Chaos brother-mountain—the most loyal of loyal, blasphemy and camaraderie welded together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a joint action was rare in the Imperium's entire history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Horus could see this, he'd feel… something,\" Eden murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ten thousand years, Horus's sons stood with Imperial warriors again—even if only for one, blasphemous moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… Abaddon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huron Blackheart's voice rolled in—ragged with rage and warp-echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in a composite benediction from the Dark Gods, he loomed a head taller than both men—more twisted, more monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You die here. There is no other outcome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared and swung his skull-axe; the massive vertical eye in his chest spat a space-rending curse, belching a legion of daemons from the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he led Red Corsairs and daemons in a fresh charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant to use the Dark Gods' gifts to execute Savior and Warmaster both—exactly as his patrons desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor—you'll pay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon dropped from the rubble; the Talon of Horus vomited tainted bolts and swept a lane through his own former kin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he thundered straight for Blackheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Throne—Laodun chugged a whole barrel of stim?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden blinked at the ferocity and sprinted after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huron, swollen with boons, pressed harder than the Despoiler could alone. It would take both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior and Warmaster led a united charge; their coalition smashed headlong into Blackheart's horde and the field erupted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lances and macro-flare turned the hall into a sunstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warmaster ate a brutal hit and sailed backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Together!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden caught him and they dove at the ever-warping pirate-king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't just against Huron—it was against the Gods behind him. No holding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold, black, and blood-red powers tangled; shockwaves rippled in rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tore great chunks from the throne-hall; Chaos pillars crashed; chain-bound sorcerers wailed in the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Laodun, your output's not great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden side-eyed the panting Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the Gods' drip-feed, he looked… lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This couldn't go on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… can fight. I could fight that traitor all day!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snarling, Abaddon straightened and lit more black fire from sheer will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pathetic gifts were gone—but he could still draw on the warp with iron resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own, inexhaustible spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAHHH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing the Savior's pity, he went all-in—shouldered into Blackheart and bulldozed him through wall after wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That hard, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the manic charge, Eden hissed, popped a few more blessings into himself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And chased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Laodun tying Blackheart up, Eden found the openings and rammed home punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight shifted—two-on-one, relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still feel cocky?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ditched a wrecked power sword, cocked a golden fist, and planted a cannon-blow right in Blackheart's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon followed, daemon-blade carving a trench across the renegade's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackheart slammed into the ship's inner bastions and stuck, bleeding hard—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha—under the Dark Gods' aegis, you pitiful wretches can't kill me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And you missed your only chance to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Triumph gleamed in his eye. He'd been stalling—waiting for the hammer to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Abaddon traded a look—and felt the trap spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bolted backward just as the deck shuddered; the hull shook like a bell under an outside blow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kilometer-wide hole dissolved out of the Ark's side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You brought the big guns?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's head snapped up—above them, the hull was gone, the void gaped—and not far off loomed the cavernous muzzle of a Blackstone Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obviously, that had fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this range the Fortress looked impossibly vast—black and crushing, big enough to trip anyone's megalophobia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, that mega-lance had just fired; it would need a charge cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unluckily, other salvos were already inbound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOOM—WHOOOM—WHOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More ship-borne barrages streaked in to erase the entire sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starship ordnance is death to meat and bone; no living thing tanks a direct hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's Humanity's curse—bound to physics. Daemons laugh off things that paste mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality was where Eden was least convenient: flesh had limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the warp, he'd simply have flipped fleets and fed them to storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If those hit us, we're in trouble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's scalp prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to see whether his admirals earned their pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the knife-edge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver lit its interception arrays, unleashing torpedoes and lances to break up the incoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blossoms detonated in the dark; raining debris hammered craters into the hall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their speed was bled away; dodging them was almost leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casualties—light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHISTLE—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Eden exhaled than packs of Heldrakes screamed in, dropping wave after wave of burning payloads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver's strike wings launched and pounced, harrying the daemon engines in snarling dogfights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tactics rippled and counter-ripples broke them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savior and Blackheart's fleets probed and parried; every exchange was a razor-balanced coin toss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Eden's best commanders were pushed to the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good thing I saved Abaddon. If Huron unified the Eye of Terror, the scale of damage would dwarf anything before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden tasted the immensity of void war up close—and the Black-hearted King's slipperiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after the pirate-king slipped heavy daemon engines past the perimeter and re-sealed the sector in hexlocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blessed by the Dark Gods, Huron was maddeningly clever—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not charging headlong like needle-skulled Abaddon of old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ping hit Eden's feed; he raised his head, a thin smile cutting his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fortunately, I planned for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to end it…\"\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>",1859,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","7273b026641e381323e2be3249fda7aa0b42ddad6508ab2f3314c294a6cc3d82","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-549","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-547",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]