[{"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-566":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},1681336,2147,"Chapter 566 - 567 — The Savior: “Your Majesty the Emperor, it’s time to summon the Lion’s soul!”","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-566",566,"\u003Cp>Ten hundred thousand High Thrones—enough to buy three Centurion suits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, Saraph had been happily thinking of using the remaining Thrones to pick out a few suitable Centurion suits in the heavy armor section,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>boosting the Chapter's breaching capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he abruptly discovered that his account had been debited an extra one hundred thousand High Thrones!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suddenness of it almost stunned this battle-hardened Chapter Master senseless; a trace of panic crept in despite himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even decades ago, when he took part in an Apocalypse-class war, accepted a death-oath assault, and stood alone against a regional Chaos tide—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had he been this tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are my Thrones—my Thrones!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraph howled inside, unable to keep his usual composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled as he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you made a mistake? We calculated our purchases several times. There was no way we spent that many High Thrones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master restrained himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was an enterprise under His Majesty the Savior's banner—and he still owed that Majesty money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, he believed that a concern under such a generous being would not cheat like the shameless guilds elsewhere in the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing him, the Angels Vigilant all turned their eyes to the attendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they had resolved to spend boldly with their huge loan, they hadn't swept shelves like the Carcharodons; everything had been carefully tallied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not a single wasted Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Chapter Master himself had steeled his heart and refrained from buying the five-thousand-Throne, Emperor's-Light-blessed, gilded Holy-Radiance deluxe Iron Halo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lingered at the display a long time, but in the end clenched his teeth, walked away, and left those Thrones for his warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So there was no way they had spent beyond what they'd budgeted—let alone by a full hundred thousand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apologies, but our settlement system cannot be in error.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even facing so many accusing gazes from the Emperor's Angels, the attendant remained neither servile nor overbearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worked under the Ministry of Commerce, in service to the great Savior—there should be no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the store was well fitted with alarms and defensive measures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should these Emperor's Angels violate contract with assault or seizure, the store's defense grid would snap online, and the patrols nearby would come running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant's words froze the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angels Vigilant clearly could not accept it; they suspected the store of swallowing their High Thrones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the attendant promptly offered an explanation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"According to the system, that one hundred thousand High Thrones were spent just now by 'Mister Gabriel' using your payment code—with your consent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That warm-hearted brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraph went numb; his body quivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought back on all that had happened—and realized what this was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been swindled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That \"courtesy gesture\" the man had made earlier seemed to have been a sign of agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had steered the course of things, deceived both the Angels Vigilant and the attendants, and then bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he started sprinting the moment he stepped out—Saraph had truly thought the fellow had urgent business!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weren't we agreed—battle-brothers don't cheat battle-brothers?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraph felt as if something had stabbed straight through his heart—pain without measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was… a hundred thousand High Thrones!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that Mister Gabriel not your companion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant realized something was wrong and felt a little rattled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a serious error on the job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He apologized sincerely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Savior—this was our mistake. I'll report it up immediately. We will see to it, and give you an accounting!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Angels Vigilant's fury was already boiling over; Saraph felt nothing but humiliation—his temper snapped red-hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That man was a Blood Raven!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking back now—the badge on his chest had been carefully disguised, but one could still make out the base shape; it looked very like the infamous Blood Ravens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Space Marines, only they would stoop to something so vile!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Librarius, I need you to find that Blood Raven cheat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraph's expression hardened; he hailed the Chief Librarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted him to use divination and prescience to locate the Blood Raven who dared trick the Angels Vigilant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was nothing less than the Chapter's shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the armory promised to handle it, he had to seize the man with his own hands and take back what was stolen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to recover the Angels Vigilant's losses and honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Saraph and the fully armed Angels Vigilant burst from the store to hunt the cheat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armory attendants also escalated the incident for action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short time before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ever-helpful Blood Ravens Chapter Master Gabriel hurried out of the armory, dragging a light grav-crate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, he had kindly helped the Angels Vigilant secure a large loan—and warmly helped them spend it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Ravens' Chapter Master cast a wary glance behind, quickening his pace—then he broke into a run, grav-crate in tow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sprinting steps were so cheerful—almost floating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too good, hahahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long he darted into a deserted alley, activated a masking field to near-invisibility, and used a proscribed relic to erase his trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once that trace-scrubbing program finished, not just physical tracking—finding him would be hard even for a high-tier psyker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a Blood Raven goes about the underworld—cheating and swindling—without some solid tricks, he'd have been killed long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How else would he still be at large?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel cheerfully inventoried his haul, then fixed a special locator on the grav-crate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In time, the little Blood Ravens would come retrieve the spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two weeks earlier, Gabriel had led a Blood Ravens strike cadre to infiltrate this Astartes District with forged identities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides their strong infiltration skills, the screening here wasn't so strict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Space Marines could pass review so long as nothing major was amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Dawn City was the new Imperial capital—with the Emperor and three Primarchs in residence, and this zone was a gathering place of Astartes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>virtually the densest concentration of Space Marines in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many Chapters and high-tier warriors, only a madman would come here—heretic, xenos, or Chaos—to get pummeled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the vetting procedures weren't overly baroque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that gave the Blood Ravens scum their chance to slip in and ply their trade; to them this place was paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astartes District covered an area the size of a planet—plenty of room to bolt—and everywhere were Space Marines and a sea of armor and kit; you could steal forever and never be done!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, the Blood Ravens had pulled off several operations in a row, lifting a good bit of quality stock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh—these poor Chapters are still easier to fool… no vigilance at all…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel patted the grav-crate at his side—slightly sentimental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This particular swindle had been improvisation; he'd originally just come to the armory to case the place, maybe lift a little something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he saw the Angels Vigilant, he changed plans at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell they'd only just returned to the Imperium and had no idea how things worked—perfect time to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he stepped in \"righteously\"—and took them for a fat sum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt little guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't emptied them out—just helped spend \"a little.\" That was gentlemanly already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Ravens steal anything and everything—but they have principles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, they will fight shoulder to shoulder with battle-brothers—then, when the fight is safely over, a gun will vanish from the rack without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or they'll slip into some depot and pluck only what's \"needed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, the Blood Ravens steal reasonably; they don't go too far, and often the other party never even notices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They do it all for the Chapter's growth—appropriating a bit here and there so the Blood Ravens can better defend the Imperium and render up their loyalty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel used a sprayer to dark-green his armor, swapping for unfamiliar heraldry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't had time for disguise during the spur-of-the-moment grift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chances were the Angels Vigilant had realized and were looking; better to be careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brothers, alas—you'll never find me. The Lord of the Blood Ravens is not so easily caught.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel eyed his new dark-green paint with satisfaction, muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not believe the Angels Vigilant could catch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little over twenty years back, the Inquisition and the Custodians raided a black-market skyport—and still failed to seize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let alone some pauper Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconcerned, the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master shifted his gait and strolled out of the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to cheat—steal—once more or twice, then duck away with the lads for a cool-down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cubs, that Savior is no simple figure—we have to be wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In two days, we leave with the haul!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel quietly signaled the Blood Ravens while scouting for a new mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did have a sliver of wariness about the Savior—even if the Blood Ravens had never yet botched a theft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master was a creature of the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed a Space Marine, his hand flicked—a relic came away from the pauldron—then he vaulted onto a large hauler and pulled out a nutrient bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifted from a shop—a high-density combat ration bar made for Space Marines—strawberry flavor, rather nice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium really is getting better…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel swallowed the bar, feeling the heat surge—musing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the steady iteration of arms and armor, every kind of Space Marine supply had changed massively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A century and more ago, a Space Marine's field fare was mostly amino-porridge, triglyceride gel, and the like—virtually flavorless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from providing energy—no virtues at all, on par with corpse-starch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Space Marine foodstuffs were rich and varied; besides compressed ration bars there were canned foods of all kinds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All made from high-quality ingredients—not industrial compounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In regular wars, there were even dedicated field-kitchen trucks to cook fresh, high-energy meals on site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some research outfits had already begun competing—pushing the concepts of \"delicious, nutritionally balanced, ultra-high calorie,\" even adding more vital bio-nutrients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were really \"sweating the details.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just for Space Marines—ordinary Imperial citizens' lives were changing, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In bright, prosperous Imperial regions, non-chemical foods and fresh produce had begun to reach common tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even mid- and lower-tier citizens could afford some goods beyond mere subsistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the role of market dynamics and macro-tuning as the Savior had preached—consumption capacity unlocked, productivity fully promoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel, a veteran noosphere-net user, had followed the Savior's policies and economic plans—he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also knew the Savior was mustering armies to launch a grand crusade on the Umbral Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cleansing war would push from its core to its rim—virtually no cap on commitment—until total victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps, the Imperium truly can climb out of the abyss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Gabriel thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this last sweep—and after milking the Redemption Armory platform's credit—the Blood Ravens would take the Webway to the Umbral Sector and join the crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steal they might—the Blood Ravens were still loyal warriors of the Imperium!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Gabriel found a new target and hopped down from the hauler,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shadowing along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he soon stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because another Astartes had spotted him—but because he saw a better target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that… an Ogryn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel stared at the scene in the small plaza—drawing a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the legendary, mysterious—Ogryn Space Marines!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the little square—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My great, merciful, and wise Majesty the Savior—symbol of radiance;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like blazing stars, you light the darkened road;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>upon Ogryn hearts a fire of loyalty burns;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We follow you—to the ends of the world…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rough baritone was chanting poetry in praise of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Ogryn Space Marine stood with eyes closed, hands moving gently, lost in his own poem—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>intoxicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he recited, the Ogryn musicians behind him played with growing devotion—mellifluous, sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby Space Marines, paused and curious, felt numb watching it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Emperor—these Ogryn were a bit too cultured; it stung their pride a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Imperial slang, \"Ogryn brains\" are a curse—and yet here they were, seeming more refined than many of them?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a set cultural activity of the Ogryn Colossi Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On worship days they would go to plazas to put on performances—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in forms including, but not limited to, poetry, music, painting, and dance—exalting the Savior's greatness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one way Ogryn warriors expressed loyalty—and a way to show people that Ogryn not only fight; they aren't big dummies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel stared at the Ogryn—eyes glazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't their wit that shocked him—but their gear: all top-shelf!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see it at a glance—although the Ogryn kit looked simple and rugged, the quality was very high—at least master-crafted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and he even spotted not a few artisan-grade treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one of the Savior's most favored legions—and refoundry Ogryn at that—each was nearly a Dreadnought in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally they received abundant supply—one of the most lavish Chapters in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, my Ogryn brothers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel had found his mark and swept forward, all warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the Ogryn choir stood the largest of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping time with the hymn, he was painting and sketching upon a four- or five-meter board—taking the distant Savior's icon as his subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the hymn ended, so did the Ogryn's painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is my best work of late. Genefather will surely praise me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter Master Gaus of the Colossi put his brush down gently, looked at the painting, and smiled with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to mark the canvas and send it to his Genefather—the great Majesty the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, what business have you with Gaus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after finishing did Gaus notice the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn Ogryn—are they truly this gifted at art?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corner of Gabriel's eye twitched—swearing in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd just glanced at the Ogryn's work; it wasn't random scrawl but a classical, religious-style oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had he rendered the Savior's icon—he'd added many elements: holy light, angels in flight, Ogryn kneeling below—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all to make the icon and the painting still more sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often slipped into noble vaults to \"visit the collections,\" and had some eye for art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What lay before him was no less than the work of certain \"artists!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Gabriel considered retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Ogryn named Gaus lowered his head, the sheer pressure was like facing a heavily armored monsters-dread—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but then the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master discarded the thought. He was sure he could handle Ogryn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed a bit of honest-goofy air about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Easy marks—step right up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ogryn brother, I am a devout believer in His Majesty the Savior—an ardent fan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel's face shone with fervor and reverence; his words were earnest:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My friends and I love your art. Could we invite you to perform for us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to seize on an Ogryn weakness—set an elaborate snare—and shear these Ogryn for a heavy fleece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Savior—do you truly mean it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Gaus smiled with a certain wisdom—delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these years, aside from the rising Nova marines of the Primarch of Extremis occasionally competing with them in the arts, no other Chapter had invited them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be a breakthrough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But of course—we yearn to behold art of His Majesty the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel spoke with firm conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master then forced a critique of the painting—and coaxed the Ogryn into packing up and happily following along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he signaled the Blood Ravens cubs—move now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prime game on the hoof!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Blood Ravens had assembled at a certain site—ready to deploy their professional talents in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astartes District, landing apron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark-gold, luxurious craft settled—the Savior's personal transport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This district's layout is well done—grand scale—commendable…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the hatch lifted, Eden, accompanied by the district's director, surveyed the city of Space Marines from a specially built belvedere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his first inspection—he was plainly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, this viewing terrace had been built as a showcase to receive the Savior—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to leave a good first impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this, they would accompany His Majesty on a tour, reviewing results and hearing precious guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden received a transmission—and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had received intelligence on an unknown enemy—and took it seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides inspecting today, he meant to meet with the Angels Vigilant, to ask for details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the latest reports—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>another world in the Umbral Sector had fallen—again to an irresistible strike—beyond expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the Lion still showed no sign of waking; no one could act from the Dark to counter in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway did not yet reach every point in the Umbral; some channels were still being cleared and built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the Redemption Expeditionary Fleets set forth, it might be too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea had been that if the Lion coordinated from that side, efficiency would soar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, he should have woken by now; but still—no word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy had changed too much because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps… we should ask the Emperor Himself to call the Lion forth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's brows knit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the inspection, he would go to the Palace of the Black Throne to see the Emperor's condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>May His Majesty not have declined to the point that He could no longer reach His sons…\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>",2879,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","834566cd0160d2f66691a9fa6f92feaf8e3df77245a21ad46393ae8997c84484","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-567","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-565",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]