[{"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-576":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},1681346,2147,"Chapter 576 577 — The Savior: “Holy crap, why’s the Lion so reckless?!”","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-576",576,"\u003Cp>\"If that thing shows up, this whole fleet—including Dreamweaver—might not be able to tank it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden mulled it over, unconsciously pulling his fuzzy blanket tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrible sense of crisis prickled at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, the Savior seemed to be riding high with overwhelming force. In truth, he was edging into far greater danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when Chaos manifestations appeared directly in realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unknown fallen Primarch could tear apart multi-tens-of-kilometers void-fortresses, annihilate entire fleets. Even shipborne batteries probably wouldn't scratch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he struck an Imperial hive world or battlegroup, the loss would be catastrophic—blood loss of the bloodiest kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This shattered nexus world before them was ironclad proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the Emperor's condition was deteriorating; Eden would soon lose that protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And His Majesty couldn't ride out into the galaxy to face the foe. Eden couldn't just lug the Blackstone Throne around as a mobile turret, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant that this time he had to face the fallen Primarch and the Chaos Gods in reality—no more abusing sanctified radiance like before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So the day finally came, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the debris of perished worlds and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd anticipated such a day, just not this soon—and not with an enemy this vicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Savior had to go all out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vox-relay lit; irritable binharic and metallic cursing spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"@&…%#, just you wait—slander our genuine promethium-cola and the genius Cawl will strike with heavy code! I'll open-source your whole lineage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You *&%￥—beep beep—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>O mighty Lord Savior, I was not insulting you just now… please don't ban my access.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Adeptus Mechanicus' great magos—black-tech prodigy Cawl—saw the Savior's face go all serious, wiped cold sweat, and offered a timid clarification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately his market war with Magos Biologis Moss over 'fuel-drinks' had escalated. Their feud was second only to the Cult's own 'Purity Faction' versus 'Two-Dimensional Idol Faction.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, with the Savior sitting on the red button, it stayed as online flame wars and code duels, not offline civil war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise those quarrels alone could have triggered mech-on-mech holy wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And under the reconciled creed of the Omnissiah, the Mechanicus was more unified now, with a stronger sense of belonging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't going to kill each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Cawl rose a near-hundred-meter forge dais, laced with crackling arcs. Within the lightning, a hulking black silhouette loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that small portion radiated a heavy presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rubbed his brow, weary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cawl, how's the joint forging with Archmagos Cawl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is the suit tuned? The dark is closing in—I'll need it soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Archmagos Cawl\" he named was one of the Imperium's greatest tech-priests—the maker of the Armor of Fate and the Primaris project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That legend was now collaborating with Eden's own genius Cawl to forge the Savior's personal warsuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades ago, the Saviorate had kicked off an armor-forging program—aimed at building the most explosive suit of wargear, an artifact in its own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, Eden had poured obscene resources into it: sages from xenotech institutes, caches of materiel, ancient archeotech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd even shipped over captured Blackstone and Blackstone-based tech, sparing no effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The project gathered the finest tech-priests and the best resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like his other black-box programs, it was prophylactic—meant to handle crises yet to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fix the roof before the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that a monstrously strong foe had surfaced—and there was no big thigh to cling to—he would have to step up personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without a monster suit? Not happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want it now… we can't bring it online.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genius Cawl scratched his head. \"You added more requirements a few years back, forcing new modules into the design and pushing timelines again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now the tuning's only halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barring anomalies, we need at least nine weeks to complete it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine weeks?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's brows knit. \"That's an unlucky number. You get eight weeks. Finish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then deliver it to me immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone brooked no argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was danger hour—time to ride Cawl like a rented servitor before he wandered off to do side gigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After issuing the order, Eden cut the link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight weeks or nine—neither was long. Surely he wouldn't be unlucky enough to meet that thing early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if he did, maybe he could stall for time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the armor ETA logged, he pulled up war reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Crusade was pressing on; Guilliman and the Khan each drove massive fleets along their plotted axes, reclaiming worlds and smashing many foes of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the trophies were a minor Ork empire and a Necron tomb world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Solid gains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no major surprises cropped up, all forces would rally at the next nexus corridor and plan the next phase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're not doing badly either. We just need to deal with the Ten Thousand Eyes warhost squatting in this region.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden paged through his own fleet's campaign log.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd cut through multiple systems and dozens of civilized worlds, freeing planets from Chaos taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Follow-up support flotillas were already restoring infrastructure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Incoming intel pointed to one root cause behind most incursions here: a Chaos warhost called the \"Ten Thousand Eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their total numbers were unknown, but they held many worlds across the Imperium Nihilus, fielded large fleets, and wielded scary destructive power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely a super-scale warhost on par with the Red Corsairs—practically a renegade legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handle with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the Ten Thousand Eyes operated inside Imperial borders, which magnified the damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the air above, a holo threw up a half-body profile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feral, warlock-like Chaos lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair and left cheek had turned to living flame. He leaned on a dull, accursed staff of Chaos, its head spiked through a rune-etched skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handsome—but steeped in wickedness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seraphax.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden spoke the name, face hardening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even twisted by Chaos, the bastard had kept his looks—a bad sign. It meant Seraphax had a firm leash on warp-taint, could consciously blunt or shield against it, keeping his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, a thinking man's Chaos lord—the last thing the Imperium wanted to meet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This guy…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes narrowed. \"Holy crap, he's playing for keeps. Those blacked-out worlds might be part of something nastier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ten Thousand Eyes weren't randomly raiding; their occupations looked deliberate. On the starcharts, the captured worlds sketched a ritual geometry—uncanny and ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd seen similar planet-scale sorcerous matrices during the Plague Wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miserable to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I remember right, Seraphax wants to capture the First Primarch—the Lion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few old notes clicked into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal events, Seraphax would bait and trap the newly returned Lion, then use him to force the Emperor into full apotheosis—a Warp god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that thought, Eden's scalp tingled. \"You're aiming higher than the Chaos Gods themselves, you maniac!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Seraphax bore few marks of any single Dark God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who'd dare sponsor him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Chaos lords simply widen Chaos' frontiers—spreading slaughter, contagion, disorder, fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphax was trying to light the biggest warhead in existence—detonating the Chaos pantheon and everyone else in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To shatter the galaxy—and maul the Immaterium—for a 'greater good.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambitious. Goal-driven. Terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were the Four quaking at home right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not every heretic pawn obeyed them, and Their reach into the mundane galaxy had limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden flopped back into his beanbag, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lion's gone off who-knows-where. Which means… the trap laid for him might end up snapping on me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed and flipped another page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What hatred could run so deep that Seraphax would loathe the Lion and the Emperor this much—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to the point of a mutual-destruction plan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah. Put that way… it tracks perfectly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the holo expanded to show Seraphax's full body and a tattered badge, comprehension dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another episode in the Emperor-and-sons' long, ugly family drama—classic tragic fare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken badge was clearly First Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning Seraphax was one of the Fallen—more precisely, a Fallen who had thrown in with Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he hated the Lion so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point was revenge on the Lion; the Emperor was collateral—so the Lion could taste what it was like to be slandered…and slay his own father with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten millennia ago, the Fallen waited on Caliban for the Lion's triumphant return—only to be met with orbital bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The homeworld turned to rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they were branded traitors, driven, hunted—hell on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ten thousand years, the Dark Angels made it their mission to hunt the Fallen—building a vast spy-web.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No rumor was too thin to chase; no lead was left cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a Fallen was nabbed, he'd be dragged to the Rock—into grim oubliettes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interrogator-Chaplains would wring confessions and contrition by any means, then the sentence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The names of the penitent and executed were inked in the Book of Redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the First Legion's sins long ago, the Fallen lived cursed lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had remained loyal—yet bore the brand of patricide, scurrying like rats in gutters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others, like Seraphax, smashed the jar—embracing Chaos completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bided their time to repay their gene-sire, the Lion, in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus the Ten Thousand Eyes formed—and grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd prepared a banquet of horrors for the returning Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead, the Savior had blundered onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The good news? Compared to that unknown cosmic horror, the Ten Thousand Eyes weren't terminal. Eden could handle them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd shoulder this for the Lion—wipe the warhost as soon as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, our latest operational plan is complete.\" Tarko hurried up and made his report, properly respectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well? Have we located Seraphax?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden straightened a little, adopting a more imperial mien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just hard to look imposing while sunk into a beanbag—with a cute 'Machine-God idol' plush squished at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He absently patted the plush on its little head. \"If we have him, dispatch a Custodes-led combined detachment to take him down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fleet's roster of Imperial elites was lavish—over a thousand Custodians, even more Grey Knights, and numerous Space Marine Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including some very big names:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante of the Blood Angels; Tyberos of the Carcharodons; Gabriel Angelos of the Blood Ravens, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that lineup, one Chaos lord shouldn't be a problem… right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Regrettably, my lord, scouts have no bead on the Ten Thousand Eyes' master. He is adept at concealment—buried deep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then widen the net—or force him out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wasn't discouraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Fallen probably hid even better than the Blood Ravens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise the Dark Angels would have bagged them ages ago with black-grade auguries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, your wisdom shines!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko seized the chance for a crisp bit of flattery, then got to the point:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is our next step—progressively clearing worlds controlled or targeted by the Ten Thousand Eyes, boxing them in for annihilation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at a light on the starchart—an Imperial civilized world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our next objective is a nexus world called Avalonis. Our probes found traces of the warhost and of Chaos Daemons there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalonis is very likely a key target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that—many Fallen are hiding there. We may be able to reclaim them and guide them back to the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing the Fallen home was already on his docket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't let loyal warriors suffer any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, the Lion should be doing this—but the guy had vanished, so Eden had to step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, if the Dark Angels arrived first, a brutal civil bloodbath was likely—and that would be a loss for the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to proclaim, in the Emperor's name, the loyalty of the Fallen and accept their return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, data flickered across the mech-node at Tarko's temple—fresh input.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read and reported at once. \"My lord—we've found… the Lion's trail!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden snapped fully alert. \"Where is he now? Can we contact him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With war looming, one more Primarch tilted the odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the First—for the Lion started at 1.5 Guillimans baseline. If he awakened his warp-nature, perhaps more!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We cannot reach him. He departed a world called 'Kamas'—and vanished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intel said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During restoration ops on Kamas by the Savior's support fleets, locals reported a mighty warrior claiming to be the Primarch, the Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After clearing threats at the forest's edge, the Lion took a shuttle off-world—destination unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought that volume near Kamas was empty of civilized worlds…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at Kamas on the chart and sucked a breath. \"Why is the Lion so bull-headed? Has he always been this reckless?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shuttle carried only baseline charts. If the Lion could pilot, he must have checked them. How did he dare just charge off like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That enormous dead zone—how many short hops would that little rust bucket need to drift through the Warp to find a way out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he emerged, it'd be the Year of the Monkey. The Emperor might've ascended; the Imperium might've fallen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memories, the Lion had relied on his warp-nature to translate. Why was he joyriding a shuttle?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, that was the sensible path. Instead, once he had a ship, he chugged off under his own power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never even considered probing his warp-aspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, latest sweeps showed plenty of Ten Thousand Eyes asteroid bases and fleet tracks near Kamas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their heretics spotted the Lion flying a dinky ride without proper translation banks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they realized it was the gene-sire they hated to the marrow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The consequences didn't bear imagining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd sortie whole armadas—sharpen knives—roll out eighteen flavors of exquisite torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought struck Tarko; his face tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord… could a Primarch's body withstand ship-mounted macro-batteries—or large melta warheads?!\"\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>",2275,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","1740d01e2b6719c1ec6fb94792036f0be6c78ae5f80e0e1f8fcb3e0a1b55ca24","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-577","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-575",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]