[{"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-575":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},1681345,2147,"Chapter 575 576 — The Savior: “Man, this one’s probably impossible to tank!”","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-575",575,"\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion frowned, not quite understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spending five years to build a shuttle had already been the most optimistic timeline he'd budgeted for. It was impossible to go any faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unless this primordial jungle just grows a shuttle out of thin air…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help the self-deprecating thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the Lion turned and followed Zahariel's gaze, his body jolted, scalp prickling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jungle really had grown a shuttle—and it even came with its own landing pad!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distant green, a large mechanical platform over twenty meters long stood amid toppled trunks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its armored sides had already irised open, revealing a shuttle fixed within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an emergency evac asset the Savior's logistics had dropped on Kamas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this world ever faced an irresistible catastrophe, survivors could take this shuttle off-planet to seek aid or flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preserve a final ember. Transmit intelligence to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the other materiel, the platform had been delivered as part of a complete package—support at the nanny level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like fire extinguishers in an emergency system: you might not use them, but you must never be without them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shuttle's hull hung an honor banner of the Savior, gleaming under the floodlights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… what kind of person are you, really…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion stared at the shuttle and its banner, a complicated look on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was starting to believe those supplies had indeed been deployed by the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seems we're fortunate. Let's go have a look. Here's hoping she still flies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion sighed, then set off with Zahariel to inspect the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should have felt pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for some reason, he could not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had braced himself for hardship—knife-edge survival in a death-world jungle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ever since the name \"Savior\" appeared, the Lion hadn't seemed to have much chance to do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever they needed simply materialized. All they had to do was scoop up the Savior's drops and skyrocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like lying flat and still winning the game while the MVP was the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzla~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ramp rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion and his companion cleared authentication and entered the roughly twenty-meter shuttle without incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They discovered the Savior's heavy machines had special defensive routines—only humans cleared by the system could enter; otherwise, the platform would trigger countermeasures up to and including self-destruct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shame… the comms can't punch across that scar to reach anyone outside the system.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tinkering a while, the Lion shut down the comm suite, full of static and whispers, and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A craft this small could never mount an interstellar communicator, nor power it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The good news: every other system was intact. It could lift them clear of this death-world and carry them to other locales in this sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once we clear the remaining threats on this planet, we depart for another world and contact the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's eyes burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lavish reserves of materiel now—and a ship that flew. Time to excise the last Chaotic rot on this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In two weeks, he intended to break the worst Chaos bastion and several key mustering sites, then depart without regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps find valuable intelligence there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night. The Passon tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All fell still; even the rainforest itself seemed asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the faintest distant wails and tearing sounds reminded one that the dark jungle was lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that no longer concerned the Passon tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had the Savior's walls and heavy guns. They feared no raids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the mutants could smell the blood of their own kin caked beneath the wall. They would not draw near lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, what are these made of?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So warm…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This tribe is like the fabled paradise-realm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hada and the others who had journeyed with the Lion ate their fill and retired to the allotted army tents, marveling at the comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temporary billet of field tents was warm and scented with a faint sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lighting was bright; the camp cots and soft quilts gave jungle folk—used to sleeping under bark—the first true comfort of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the peace and ease brought by civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Passon tribesfolk soon drifted into the best sleep of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another tent, the lamp still burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion lay on the cot—his broad frame nearly covering it; the blanket was more a throw upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily the cot was composite metal, built strong. It did not collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion tossed, unable to sleep well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had exerted pressure on him from afar—and the man wasn't even here. There was no way to claw back the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice but to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in the Savior's debt—equipment, supplies—only thus could he leave this world…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these were trifles; the Lion soon set them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind returned to his brothers, and to his father on the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that had perished could not be restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The burdens of the Imperium's Five Great Segments and of countless worlds fall upon me. I must put this in order…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought in silence. The lines on his face seemed deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could help it, he did not want to grow old so quickly, to shoulder so much grief. But time was merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had awakened to find himself aged—and more weighted with reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply wasn't used to it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leon is incorrigible—selfish, venomous, jealous—but admirable, brave, dutiful. The wretched boy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In private, the Emperor had spoken thus of this first-forged Primarch, his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted the Lion deeply—enough to let him privately hold ancient relics and artifacts, such as the Icarus Emergency Protocol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A direct mandate from the Emperor, it permitted the First Legion under the Lion to retain relics, archeotech, and black-boxed machines without surrendering them to the Adeptus Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a pinch, it even granted authority to purge Mechanicus elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, the Dark Angels had caches of lethal relics and archeotech within—some dangerous enough to wound the Imperium itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Lion had never swerved in loyalty to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even when his father chose Horus—more sociable as a general—to be Warmaster, instead of the son who had longed for that command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps precisely because the Emperor trusted the Lion, he didn't choose him—keeping the balance among the Primarchs to avoid friction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was the Lion's nature: stubborn, solitary, rigid as an old knight—ever walking the path he deemed right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good traits, but ill-suited to mediating between brothers as a Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Imperium's burden might fall to the Lion—and he did not feel joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worried he would not be equal to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More brothers at his side would be better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, I will restore the Imperium you founded—or restructure it anew…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyelids grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since waking, he had barely slept. Exhaustion finally took him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forest… forest?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-dreaming, the Lion was back in the woods where he had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time his mind was clearer. He recognized where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More shock:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is Caliban's forest. Wasn't it destroyed with the planet?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a surreal dream unsettled a man who held fast to Imperial Truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly the Lion's gaze sharpened, like a hunter scenting prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smelled rot and hot blood—and felt a terrible, awe-inducing presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse: it belonged to a brother—a Primarch—fouled by the powers of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion sprinted toward that presence, faster and faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient trunks shattered against his charging bulk, exploding into splinters. Something within him was awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smashed the last giant tree, burst from Caliban's forest—and set foot on barren ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps a meteoric fragment; before him hung ashen stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void between them, furious fire blossomed; worlds broke and fell, warships exploded one after another like fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against an ugly rift-scar, a colossal figure—tens of meters tall—floated like a hell-god, black fire boiling around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the demon-hulk was tearing a void-fortress in half, ending it. Nothing could stand in the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sweep of its ebon wings sheared a destroyer in two; crew spilled like ants, screaming into the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trai… tor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's voice tore his throat, a maddened roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flared his blade to life and kicked his jump pack, launching straight in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a second thought!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same instant, the nightmare colossus seemed to sense him—whirled—and fixed him with eyes that held the deepest night and malice of the cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single glance could drive one mad—could swallow a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that heartbeat, a crushing dread poured out—plunging the Lion's sight into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huff—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion snapped awake, bolting upright, drenched in cold sweat. The alloy cot beneath him had twisted and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the horror in the dream and murmured, still shaken:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that's the foe awaiting me—a brother fallen into shadow. My mission since waking…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps a duel written by fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel how powerful, how unstoppable the foe was—beyond the limits a Primarch should reach. Warships and void-fortresses tore like paper in its hands; ship-killer macro-batteries left only scorches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet though the Lion felt fear, his will did not break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would find the traitor. He would execute him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With any weapon and stratagem required—until either the traitor or the Lion lay dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion and Zahariel led more than a dozen sentinel mechs and over two hundred warriors in personal battle armor out beyond the sea of trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were headed to erase the root of this world's corruption: a dreadful Chaos fortress beyond the forest-frontier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed trails of ash and scorched earth. Along the way lay countless machine carcasses, armor plates, and twisted bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof of how savage the last war had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hada and the other iron-rider knights were newly clad in mechanized plate; their confidence swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the relics of apocalypse before them stirred worry—could this little host really break a fortress spoken of in dread?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the column neared the forest's edge, they met more warped beasts, gibbering cultists, and heavier weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, men truly saw the Lion's might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he entered the fray, he shattered the foe like rotten wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even heavy Chaos armor—he ripped it apart by hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion had grown stronger still; with sheer prowess and presence he bent all hearts and won deeper devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last the Lion brought his warriors to the forest verge, before a wall of piled ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was mildly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oddly, once they neared the border of the trees, the enemy thinned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Melta charges?\" he muttered, noting blackened veins climbing the wall. \"That took quite a yield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Highness…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahariel's face had gone stormy. \"There are Astartes remains in the wall. The war may have been even harsher than we thought. The butchers in that fortress won't be easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They nearly slaughtered every resistor—drove the survivors into the jungle as refugees.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardian's words tightened Hada's gut; the knights clenched their bolters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that wall lay the killers of their ancestors. The world-enders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would stake their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have no fear. We will triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will lead you to grind to dust every enemy of the Imperium. This world will be reborn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's voice was steady, resolute—pure leader's timbre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could not help but bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every warrior gazed up at that towering figure as their morale climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion drew a few heavy shock grenades, thumbed them live, and tossed. They dropped true into seams in the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—thump—thump—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the deep concussions, the twenty-plus-meter wall split in many places—then began to slough away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion stood before the crumbling mass, cloak flaring in the blast wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew and lit his blade, voice ringing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready yourselves, my warriors. This is… the final battle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the words fell, the wall gave way in a roar—revealing what lay beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, the Lion and the charging warriors froze. Silence. Only the wind's keen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared, blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A field of blinding white. No Chaos fortress. No sign of foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only vast craters left by bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-intensity, saturation orbital strike had scrubbed the whole zone—and the follow-up melta beams had glazed it white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Chaotic structure, every warrior within—gone without exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the world's greatest cancer had been excised—by some power with overwhelming brutality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even ash remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's eye twitched. A familiar, ominous hunch crept up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heartbeat later, golden light flared ahead—rays angling down to bathe the Lion and his host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like descending sanctity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds had parted; sunlight fell upon a holy statue among the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blaze stood a hundred-meter statue of the Savior, numinous and staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So sacred that even Zahariel couldn't help but breathe out a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the tribesfolk—the holiest thing they had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gods—that's the Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was the Savior who destroyed the world-enders. He saved Kamas—he saved us all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the mighty Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many tribesfolk wept, falling to their knees in devout adoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Hada and the knights bowed their heads, offering respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion slitted his eyes and gave the statue the briefest glance—then turned on his heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not want to look a second longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was a little tired. \"Come, Zahariel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion would return and depart—leave Kamas, this place of sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shuttle punched through the cloud-sea and out of Kamas's atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch—the Lion—left the world behind, taking only Zahariel and a couple dozen knights suited to gene-work, Hada among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion stood beneath the viewing dome, silent before the unending dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahariel finished with the flight systems and stepped over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile touched his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Highness, our timetable has moved up far beyond expectations. This will vastly improve the Imperium's prospects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could well imagine it—the return of a legendary Primarch after millennia. How it would shake the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Governors, lords, soldiers would fall to their knees before the Lion—worship, pledge, and rally!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More important—those lost brothers of his might finally be freed from their long humiliation and suffering—return to their gene-sire's embrace…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the Fallen's fate, the Lion's scion's eyes moistened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart grew urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen were still being hunted. The first priority was to find them with their gene-sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bring them home to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remained a formidable host—at least a fraction of Caliban's might before its fall—and most were ancient veterans hardened in a thousand wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion needed that strength to rebuild the First Legion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zahariel knew of one of their secret musters—almost certainly the largest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Find that place, and more of the Fallen could be reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Highness, when you see those lost sons, I beg that you forgive any rashness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahariel gave the Lion a meaningful look. \"A hundred centuries of grievance and torment have banked too much anger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meaning was plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Fallen saw the Lion, many might do what Zahariel had almost done—draw and fire, to solve the 'traitor' who had abandoned them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of hurt crossed the Lion's gaze. He nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not blame those wandering sons. I will persuade them—bring them back to the First Legion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had resolved to end the Fallen's pain and wrong—to bring them home, back under their gene-sire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shuttle surged, slipping into the Warp for a short jump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long road awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would pass through many regions, risk much, and make several short translations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least the Lion better understood the Immaterium now; he would not be wholly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their destination—Avalonis!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalonis System, outer reaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wreckage and rock drifted among the stars—the scars of fallen worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Fleet burst from the Warp-veil into this debris-strewn void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver glittered in the starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hoo—ly… man, this one's gonna be rough. A world-killer level of power!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge beneath the viewing dome—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the wreckage of fleets and worlds ahead—at the huge claw-furrows gouged through some fortress-hulls—and sprang from his beanbag chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gulped down his bite of cupcake, sucking in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These remains had been wrought by a terrifying, fallen being made manifest in realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had nearly torn everything apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly felt… maybe even Dreamweaver wasn't that safe…\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>",2730,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","daac1a731f2c5b57b80ecccc37cf69dd3b3fe2e3eddfcebc2178d6ac9779bf8a","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-576","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-574",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]