[{"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-567":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},1681337,2147,"Chapter 567 - 568 — The Savior: Hss—Could it be that Horus has returned?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-567",567,"\u003Cp>\"Sigh, the situation in the Nebulous Sector isn't looking good…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pondered, a shadow passing over his heart as he worried for the Imperium's subjects in that region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still wore a smile, patiently listening to the civil officials' reports and nodding in praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he was the Savior—the Emperor of the Imperium—too many eyes were upon him; he could not allow worry to show in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, panic could easily spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the Regent, Guilliman, once did: he had to be unyielding, fearless—a beacon of hope and indomitable will for the Imperium,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>holding the great edifice together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, accompanied by officials, Eden went to tour several featured zones in the Astartes District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The administrators were doing everything they could to leave a fine impression upon the Savior,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to let this great being see their results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astartes District, Central District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zone's architecture was dense; besides all manner of specialty food and ammunition shops, there were many chapels, sanctum-light rooms, massage rooms, hot-spring therapy rooms, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was essentially a leisure quarter for Space Marines—everything possible to restore their minds and muscle vitality after long campaigns,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to reduce the chance of corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the latest data from the Astartes Mental Research Institute, over the millennia Astartes have been far more likely to fall to corruption than any other group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Measures had to be enforced to curb it—and spiritual soothing and bathing in sanctum light could effectively reduce such occurrences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, this truly is a good place. I almost don't want to leave…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel looked over the shops around them with sincere feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Savior Majesty cared deeply for the Emperor's Angels, and these warriors long neglected by the Imperium felt warmth and honor at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh, such expensive constructs just plopped on the roadside—what a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should be on the battlefield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spotted the towering, display-only heavy Dreadnought chassis lining the avenue, and swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no pilots inside those Dreadnoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Ravens' Chapter Master's professional itch flared: he wanted to paint those heavies crimson and cart them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd even sketched out a specific plan in his head—disguise the team as engineers, \"processing\" the heavy Dreadnoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a hearty, expectant voice behind him cut off the Chapter Master's train of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, where exactly are we going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogryn Great-Chief Gauss scratched his head, puzzled and a bit guileless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them tramped more Ogryns hugging all sorts of instruments, huffing along as they murmured scores under their breath\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or debated arrangements for the performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ogryns were delighted, itching to perform arts about the Savior for their brother Chapters and show their skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brother, in about ten minutes or so, we'll be there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the others' sight, Gabriel curled his lip—first settle these big Ogryn lugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd just taken them on a long loop, mainly to shake the Vigil Angels tracking him—he did not want to run headlong into those furious paupers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Vigil Angels was a uniquely powerful psyker continually tracking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Blood Ravens also had high-grade psykers working similar fate-witcheries to scramble the hunt and even back-trace it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers, here's our set list—you can look through it and get yourselves in the mood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gauss cheerily projected a program slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Ogryns' freshly agreed lineup—what best showcased their craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This opening number, 'Ah, Savior, Our Gene-Father!,' is my finest work. I was drunk when I dreamed—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a lovely tale of inspiration. I'm ready to savor it in detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes… very good indeed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel half-listened to the Ogryn warrior's creative saga, doing his best to supply emotional value in reply,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even though his patience was long gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Raven cubs had prepped a new venue and laid in copious hard liquor dosed with sedatives—enough to drop an adult ant-bull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd find ways to get the Ogryns plastered, strip the valuables off them, and vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Ogryn brothers, this is the stage I prepared for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel led the Ogryns to a rather tucked-away building, arms spread wide in warmth as he introduced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, they'd forced the place open not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quick—our artists have arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no, I can't wait to hear your lovely poetry, to feel that sacred—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Raven cubs had uniformly painted their armor dark green and enthusiastically waved the Ogryns inside,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like a row of street-madams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the broad-shouldered Ogryns squeezed through the doors, the Raven on \"door duty\" flashed an evil grin, and the main doors boomed shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those big lugs' treasures were theirs now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a central boulevard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by officials, Eden inspected nearby zones and sampled a few specialty Astartes dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he took a glance over the leisure quarter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passing Space Marines on the street, seeing the Savior, all dipped their heads in slight bows to show respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see a few spots still vacant. Recruit merchants to fill them—or develop them yourselves, and quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief stroll, Eden issued guidance on the current work in the Astartes District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no mind to linger—after summoning the Vigil Angels' Chapter Master and their Librarius to attend court, he'd head straight to the Throne Palace to see the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than an upheaval shook the district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby building looked to have suffered a heavy blow; it collapsed in a roar and stones flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned, and a storm of debris, heavy with inertia, came scything in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodian Wardens at his side instantly raised force fields, lifting their great shields to block every shard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his station now, unless a top-tier Daemon Prince of Chaos or an apex xenos war-leader struck, he didn't need to lift a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, everyone could see what raged in the next block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a gloriously one-sided beatdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaggle of dark-green-with-red-trim armored warriors were being mobbed by Ogryns and Vigil Angels, howling as they got thrashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior preserve us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officials were on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just been boasting of the district's order and atmosphere before His Majesty—only for a huge brawl to erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that careful preparation—right down the chute!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face darkened; by regulation Astartes were barred from brawling in the Central District—if they had issues, they settled them in the arenas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the more so when it was multiple Chapters—that was a management failure, plain and simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dare besmirch the Savior's art, and I'll pound ya dead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gauss, a two-legged wildbeast in man-shape, launched the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master with a single punch, slamming him through the façade of the next building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard! Try running again! Give me back my Thrones!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraf burned with fury and hammered a follow-up blow, cracking open the foe's chestplate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor—it's a misunderstanding, brothers, a misunderstanding!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel's faceplate was knocked off; bruised and battered, sorry as could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While protesting, he crawled up out of the rubble and tried to use a forbidden relic to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ogryn psykers reacted faster; with war-sorcery they ripped the machine-relic from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Gabriel reacted, it was too late—howling wind and spreading shadow fell over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up and saw the Ogryn giant Gauss dropping from above—far more fearsome in presence than any Daemon of Chaos he'd fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mount Tai Descends!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's over…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master had time to think before the Ogryn giant came down on him backside-first, blasting up a thick cloud of grit and dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Call them off—at once. They're the Emperor's Angels, our blood-kin brothers. No need to hit that hard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't look anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those dark-green-and-red marines were pinned to the deck and beaten beyond recognition, some spitting blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh—armor paint was getting punched off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the fact that they retained basic reason and hadn't used lethal weapons, there'd be bodies in the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, the ones being pummeled are Blood Ravens elites. They were caught running a con and thieving in the district.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the accompanying Custodian Wardens had the details and reported to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short while ago, Blood Ravens had tried to set up the Ogryns but underestimated their smarts—were exposed and surrounded, and wrapped up like dumplings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collective capsizing-in-the-gutter—spears and standards sunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Primaris Ogryns were extremely strong, the intense fight leveled an entire building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Blood Ravens were seriously hurt and shipped straight to the ICU.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master had led a small pack of cubs in a breakout—but hadn't gone far before running into the Vigil Angels,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and were intercepted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which brought them to now—being pounded by Ogryns and Vigil Angels together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So it's the Raven cubs—let them go a bit longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden folded his arms and watched with a faint cold smile. \"Also—go put a few more kicks in for me. Teach them properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These lads had dared to steal from him—getting thrashed served them right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ravens' counter-recon was superb—even the Household Troops hadn't snagged them; they'd use special relics to blind the psy-net and dodge pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching them wasn't easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Void Angels' patrol wings had the whole sector sealed, with medicae teams on standby—no real danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master Gabriel and his cubs were beaten into the pavement, unable to rise—one by one they were stretchered off to ICU.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The watching Marines cheered in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No filming, no filming…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel rasped from the grav-stretcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Astartes were happily recording; he raised a shaky hand to cover his face—he hadn't the courage to meet their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be wrecked by big dumb Ogryns—how could he show his face again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lifetime's renown, ruined in a day!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the bloodied Chapter Master, a high-grade warrior of the galaxy, caught the Savior's stern gaze, his face turned to ashen chalk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was truly over!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that being's nature—this time the Blood Ravens likely wouldn't get through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel's prediction was correct. The Savior had already ordered the Inquisition and the Custodian Wardens to form a task force, charged with finding every vault the Blood Ravens possessed and seizing all stolen goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Blood Ravens—they were all to be detained for the time being; further arrangements would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a doubt, they would be serving the Savior for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gene-Father, we accidentally broke a lot of things…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gauss and the other Ogryns stood with heads bowed, leaning by a wall like children who'd done wrong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>awaiting the Savior's punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By normal procedure, they should have sought patrol intervention immediately—not plunged into a massive brawl on impulse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and certainly not wrecked this many buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The main fault doesn't lie with you—but since you damaged district structures, you'll take the initiative in repairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, each of you will submit a three-thousand-word reflection to my secretary's office!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lifted the big stick high—and set it down light, not punishing the Ogryn warriors overmuch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could bear to punish a bunch of obedient kids?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Gauss and the others clanked into half-kneels in salute, then scampered off to the Engineering Department to report for re-education through labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the department's pace, the damaged buildings would be restored within three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hardly anything at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty the Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraf and the Vigil Angels came to salute, a bit uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd broken the rules by brawling in the Astartes District—punishment was in order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, whatever else, they were guests—and victims; the district's management bore the greater responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, they wouldn't be punished much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scions of the Lion, I need more information on that unknown foe—especially on the warp-layer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked lightly at Saraf and his warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They alone had been in close contact with the unknown enemy in the Nebulous System—the first-hand intel was critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, by psychic means, he drew out from Saraf and the Chief Librarian their impressions of the unknown foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the visions, Eden saw only an abyssal dark and a rampaging silhouette—Chaos magnified and diffused in that form,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shuddering the fabric of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt an undeniable threat—that was an enemy above the Primarchs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, do you know who the enemy is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraf looked on, curious. He'd heard the Savior was an all-knowing being, and hoped the truth would be named.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden adopted a look of having understood, nodding, eyes deep:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is… a terrifying one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Savior unwilling to say more, Saraf and the others did not press.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was not an enemy they were qualified to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Eden hadn't the faintest who it was—he wasn't truly prophetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy had changed too much; who knew what terrible champions the Ruinous Powers might spawn—dragging Horus back from the warp wasn't impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought sprang unbidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the more he mulled it, the more plausible it felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Warmaster had once bested many Primarchs and felled the Emperor Himself—leaving Him slumped upon the Throne, barely alive—and had steeped in the Immaterium for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Gods might well pull him back—an \"enhanced edition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking on it made the outlook darker still!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this, Eden mentioned restitution for the Vigil Angels' losses, then departed in haste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the spot, the armory shop's manager pledged to the Vigil Angels—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given errors in their internal process, they would compensate the Vigil Angels threefold for their losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would also reform their transaction flow to prevent a repeat of such tragedy, and begged the Vigil Angels' understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, good—praise the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Saraf's heart pounded; he was thrilled and elated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Vigil Angels, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding? Of course we understand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a full three hundred thousand high-grade Thrones—resources they couldn't save in centuries—pure profit upon profit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly as soon as they received the news, three hundred thousand bright, silver-white high-grade Thrones hit their account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From now on, we'll fight under His Majesty the Savior—until the Nebulous Sector is wholly liberated!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Saraf led his warriors back toward the market ward, steps almost floating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a windfall was like winning the lottery—and not a loan either, but extra compensation after recovered losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps I should outfit myself a bit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saraf stepped once more into that armory that had once made him feel so constrained, head high and chest out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give a man money, and his spine straightens!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the alluring relic-charms, force-field bucklers, weapons on the display—swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an Astartes, potent war-gear was an irresistible temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the more when these weapons were sanctum-blessed versions—handsome to behold, and haloed in intimidating light effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were, in essence, high-attribute fashion pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The percent-off tags hanging from the racks made hearts race—miss the sale now, and there might not be another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At these discounts, if I don't buy now, it'll be too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, Saraf bought the gilded Sanctum-Light Deluxe Iron Halo he'd longed for, then added two discounted high-grade offensive relic-charms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one go, he burned through over a hundred thousand high-grade Thrones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vigil Angels' Chapter Master was beginning to resemble those man-eater sharks—opening his purse wide to arm himself and try out more and stronger firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This, too, was part of the Savior's creed: the Emperor's Angels should field the fiercest, most savage firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you're stingy with gear, miserly with ammo—what future do you have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Thrones aren't enough—borrow from the Savior!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as the war-gear is insane enough, what right do those mutating Chaos Astartes have to contend with whales?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After kitting up, the Vigil Angels' combat power spiked—and they added numerous heavy assault carriers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>able to adapt to many more battle environments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they headed for the training grounds to acclimate to their new weapons, awaiting the expedition's call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had only a few days to train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the Vigil Angels now had deeper confidence in this war—and were eager to take their new weapons to the front,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to annihilate the enemies of Man!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throne Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the lofty throne sat a towering figure in a gray sackcloth robe, eyes closed in repose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunched, he looked like a man at the end of his years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer much liked armor—and no longer needed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the Black Throne, golden sacred light rippled faintly—but one could still sense another power: dark and dreadful,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suppressed, near-imperceptible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So divinization by faith—apotheosis—is truly irreversible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the Sacred Spire's suppression, His Majesty would likely already have slipped into a deeper tier of loss of control…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed that darkness, and caution stirred within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in silence, awaiting the Emperor's answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come seeking answers—especially concerning the Lion or Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his side, Guilliman and the Khan heard the culprit's name, and their faces burned with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Horus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's voice was hoarse. When He spoke that name, at last there was a flicker of emotion.\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>",2843,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","2e7f62d9ae217b05bb759c95ff25162dfba6f4c50a4c3244fbf2a346bfac7a14","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-568","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-566",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]