[{"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-581":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},1681351,2147,"Chapter 581 582 — The Savior: The Supreme Emperor of the Imperium Will Descend upon Avalons!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-581",581,"\u003Cp>Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veils of pale light fell like gauze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moss carpeted the soft earth, with the occasional green leaf and twig tangled within, while birdsong rose now and then in gentle calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zabriel, how long have we been marching through this forest?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion halted and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, we should have been walking for half a month…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabriel thought about it, then changed his answer. \"More like a full month. But we're not feeling any hunger at all, and even the light hasn't changed in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you know what's going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they followed the Lion into this uncanny Calibanite forest, every chronometer failed. Pointers and digits sometimes rolled forward, sometimes backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could tell how much time had truly passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The galaxy hides too many tangled secrets—more than even I can pierce.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion turned to the uneasy knights behind him and spoke with certainty:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I can promise you this: I will lead you out of this forest. I used it to reach Kamas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it will guide us to Avalons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his heart clenched—an emotion he could not suppress surged up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion pressed a hand to his chest, unease gathering like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same sorrow and pain he had felt ten millennia ago when Caliban's sons butchered one another and burned their home to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Lion felt it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized a tragedy was about to occur—one bound to his blooded sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between a Primarch and his sons there is a peculiar bond. Now that he had embraced his nature, he sensed that link with greater clarity, its tremors unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided at once and lengthened his stride. \"All of you, keep up with me. Don't fall behind!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power systems of his armor had long since failed in the previous battles. He drove the multi-ton suit forward with his body alone, running faster and faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabriel, Hada, and the other knights ran flat-out, jump packs and thruster jets burning, barely keeping pace—able only to glimpse the Lion's back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're almost there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion fixed on a thread of light far down the shaded path, urgency pounding in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tragedy was unfolding. He had to stop it, had to mend the old sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would bring the Fallen—tormented for millennia—back into the First Legion's embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With great strides he crossed merely a step or two—and the world changed. The Calibanite forest vanished. Low, withered trees stretched away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his boots, the ground turned to soft sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze to the searing sun and thought only one thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Avalons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver, bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat at a desk beneath the observation dome, paging through intelligence gathered from every quarter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes fell on the file for Avalons, and worry sank its hooks in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The developing system had reportedly suffered serious Chaos incursions, and worse, its planetary defenses were not strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's hope we aren't too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worried that by the time he arrived, the world would already lie in ruins—like the ravaged planets he had seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the ship jolted. Armor shutters over the dome rumbled open, revealing the void outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slightly yellowed world hung ahead—the planet Avalons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. We made it in time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eeden looked on the world with some satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, belatedly, he realized something and glanced to Tarko.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did we just… hit something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal conditions a behemoth flagship like this would never shudder on translation out of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Dreamweaver had body-checked some orbital station, that would be a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Your Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The data-receiver at Tarko's temple flickered as he paused a few seconds before replying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office secretary and adjutant was constantly flooded with incoming feeds, ready to answer the Savior's every question at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke slowly. \"We appear to have collided with a cruiser. Light abrasions to the outer armor. Minimal damage overall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh… Tell whoever's on the helm to show some care. They barrel around like hooligans.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eeden sighed, oblivious to the fact that the helmsmen had learned their \"style\" from the Savior himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get in touch with the ship we hit and settle it. If compensation is due, pay it. An armor refit would be nice for them too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And give them some supplies for… emotional damages.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Savior Primarch—the Emperor of the Imperium—he felt he must handle an accident with an Imperial ship properly. Otherwise it would be too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not chill the hearts of his loyal subjects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko's eyes ticked as he received another burst and added, \"Your Majesty, the vessel we struck is a Dark Angels lord-class cruiser. They—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, the shipwide vox crackled with an icy voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels cruiser broadcast to the Dreamweaver in a tone that brooked no dispute:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unknown Imperial vessel, you have profaned a warship of the First Legion, the Dark Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We will board you for inspection. Your commanding officer will proceed at once to receive us. Note… any resistance or hostile act will be judged treason!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Dark Angels, this stranger-ship was imposing, but it still fell short of the Rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not inspire dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the Rock—their fortress-monastery—was nearby. It could translate at high speed and arrive for support at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, in this region of the Imperium, none dared defy Dark Angels' authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Great Rift, they had tacitly restored Legion-scale war posture to fight the Imperium's burgeoning enemies—and their authority only grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko's look soured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels intended to board and \"inspect\" the Savior's own vessel, and demanded the highest commander meet them at the airlock—an arrogance and affront.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nothing less than an insult to the Savior and Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're touchier than I'd hoped, even if this is a misunderstanding. The Lion will be worse to handle,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eeden thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worried the Lion would be too intransigent—splitting with him, even trying to build a Second Imperium. That would be… vexing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor of old had struggled to resolve disputes between Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially among those who had embraced their essential natures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were more potent, near-impossible to bend, and even annihilation seldom held them; they could always flee into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corax, for example—drifting as a great raven in the Immaterium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the matter at hand, he did not trouble himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of trifling incident did not require his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the Dark Angels' vox-cast ended than the Dreamweaver replied over the channel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark Angels, I am Inquisitorial Grand Master Antil. I accompany the great Savior and Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I suspect profanation in your ranks. Heave to at once and submit to an Inquisitorial investigation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, I am Captain-General Tilis of the Custodian Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your actions verge on profanation. Shut down all communications. The Custodians will board and subject you to examination, to establish your purity and loyalty!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the voices rolled out, the Dreamweaver's relic-grade macro-batteries traversed, cavernous barrels yawning—intimidation honed to a fine edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such words were like slamming someone to the wall and ordering them to produce their papers—now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior Primarch's name carried weight in the Imperium's light… and in some quarters besides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this shadowed region, many had likely never heard the title at all; there was bound to be friction and wrangling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Eden came to the Imperium's dark side, he brought high officers of the Custodes and the Inquisition—moving calling cards—to speak with the powers here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explanations needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the fact that the Captain-General must hold the Palace and could not be spared, Eden would have brought the Captain-General as his personal guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Emperor, the right was his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels sergeant on vox duty went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know who the \"Savior\" was—but he knew the Inquisition and the Custodes. No one in the Imperium did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inquisitorial Grand Master. Captain-General of the Custodian Guard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What sort of blasphemy would draw both at once?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And who in the void was this \"Savior\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angel responsible for the channel softened a shade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Tilis, Lord Antil—Dark Angels remain loyal. We will submit to inspection…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not want a clash with Custodes or Inquisition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prepare to make planetfall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ignored the matter thereafter. He went straight to the armory to don war-plate, ready to descend to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver had already pinged everything happening below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was painfully short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalons, desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM. BOOM. BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning Drop Pods slammed into the sands one after another, rattling the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hatches blew, and figures in long robes and heavy black Terminator plate strode out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their precious armor was worked with reliquaries and sword-reliefs, helms crested with a pair of splayed wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmistakable—brethren of the Dark Angels' Inner Circle, giant blades in hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their sacred duty the purgation of the Fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Inner Circle warrior after another debarked, closing on the traitors in silence. Black armor rolled forward like a storm front, awe and killing will spreading like frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This may be our last battle. Never thought we'd end it as traitors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kayton looked at the machine-precise Inner Circle warriors advancing and swallowed, bitter to the marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen captain knew there was no hope of flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy were nearly twice their number—and bore the First Legion's finest weapons and war-gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We didn't betray anyone! The Lion and the First Legion attacked us and destroyed Caliban!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horlock ground out the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion and those madmen had done wrong, branded them traitors, and hunted their brothers-in-arms. How hateful could one be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka kept his silence and drew his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Knight-Officer felt no fear, no rage—only regret. He would not guard Avalons any longer, nor get the chance to wash away the slander of \"traitor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka's heart lurched. Fear flared across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the distant Warp-rent he sensed a fathomless darkness gathering—about to break upon this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A terrible darkness is coming. We cannot fight now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So thought Avka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to the Inner Circle ahead and tried to cool the bloodshed. \"My former brothers, the darkness is here. We should—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never finished. Battle crashed down without warning, sweeping everyone into its maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoses of mass-reactive fire slashed across their ranks. The Fallen brought shields up. Explosive bolts shattered against them in sheaves of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shield wall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka had no breath for talk and dragged his voice to command. They were outgunned and could barely answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Fallen after another fell in ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Inner Circle's aim was to take the Fallen alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They laid suppressing fire as they closed step by step, then drew the great swords from hip or back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seize every traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, long-limbed Inner Circle Knight-Officer in black Terminator plate launched in a bound, hewed a Fallen's shield in two, then drop-kicked the bearer to the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He punched through the Fallen line. More Inner Circle brethren flooded in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power-field light flared across the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caliban's knights were masters of the blade. Steel rang on steel in vicious duels, every cut and parry rimed with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've chosen the worst time to butcher each other!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka roared, flattening two Inner Circle Knight-Officers in a rush and leaving them in smoking ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old as he was, he fought alone against a dozen to relieve his beleaguered Fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he paused to breathe, he found deep new gashes in his chest and shoulder, who-knew-when struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked on the melee and felt only grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feud had burned for ten millennia, blood-brothers turned mortal foes—blades drawn, no quarter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had no balm for it—no way to clear their names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danger sparked up his spine. He threw himself into a roll as an alchemical shell screamed down and burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up. A Thunderhawk gunship had appeared in the sky at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A side hatch slid open. A black-armored figure in a dark-green robe stood within, a cross of sword-blades on his back, his long cloak cracking in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Inner Circle's Grand Masters—Belial, Master of the Deathwing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avka. You will not escape, traitor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial leapt from the craft, slammed into the earth, and swept his storm bolter in a scything arc—kneecaps of several Fallen exploded into scrap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inner Circle brethren stamped the downed Fallen and bound them with cruel devices engineered to inflict exquisite agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not spared by capture. They would be hauled to the Rock—interrogated, then executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial's arrival pushed Avka toward despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was a paragon of blade and bolt, a \"Lion of the battlefield\" said to mirror the Primarch's knightly virtue—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a perfectionist besides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant that once the Master of the Deathwing moved, there would be no pulling him back—no pleading him down. Every Fallen would be taken and erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzrak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial swung the Sword of Silence. Power-field sparks flared—and sound seemed to vanish, swallowed by the blade's aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smashed aside several Fallen and came straight for Avka, his assault irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Belial! The darkness is about to swallow this world. We must stand together and face the Chaos incursion—not slaughter each other!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka gritted his teeth against the Master's assault. Fresh-welded armor plates flashed and went flying, shorn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kneel and repent your crimes, traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial ignored the plea, hammered Avka across the sand, then planted him and drove to force him to his knees—to make him confess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calculated humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he knew the darkness was near. It would not stop him from cleansing the Fallen first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would handle the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't understand. It's worse than you think!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka forced himself upright. He would not kneel and confess to a crime he had never committed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd rather die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen and the Dark Angels both swore the other had fired first. The truth lay buried beneath ruins, leaving only hate behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial said nothing more. He wrenched Avka's weapon away and raised his sword to hack through the Knight-Officer's knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tank-killing shell smashed into Belial's back—his power field blazed and caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial turned and saw the attacker—a planetary defense battletank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't you dare kill our hero!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is our guardian—not a traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mortal soldier's voice shook, and more soldiers joined him. They trembled as they glared up at the Dark Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KA-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial snapped a searing alchemical round into the tank and flipped it onto its back. His voice was iron-cold:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All mortal soldiers, kneel. Or you will be executed for your profane attack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not kill them. Mortal foolishness did not merit a Master's wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he issued a final ultimatum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers did not bend. They stood rigid, trying to shield their savior—their hero to whom they had given highest honors and devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tribal-born soldiers, stubborn as stone. Even for an egg against a rock, some things admit no compromise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their will was harder than steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your resolve does you credit, soldiers—but you apply it wrongly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must not commit rebellion for the sake of traitors. Perhaps they have beguiled you. This is your last chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial's patience held; his calm was absolute. Virtue, and vice—once he judged, no one could turn him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In thirty seconds, we will execute all deemed rebellious in this zone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His meaning was clear. Fail to kneel and swear loyalty—you die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inner Circle brethren could kill every rebel here in seconds—an abattoir in the making.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soldiers—obey the order!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avka and the Fallen had tears glimmering in their eyes. They had never received such trust—and they felt honor in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ceased struggling. The Dark Angels forced them down and set them in the posture of penitence—on their knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalons' guardians would not let the people die for their stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avalons' soldiers—obey your guardians…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga gave the order, drained, her gaze dim. She knelt and bowed her head to the Dark Angels in submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system's Astra Militarum commander knew she could not defy the Dark Angels—not for her guardians, not for her world. She could only accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, mortal soldiers sank to their knees through tears, a black sea of bowed heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Belial and the Inner Circle stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked down on Fallen and mortals both, their authority beyond dispute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga, kneeling, noticed a shadow sweep over the ground. She looked up—and saw an immense starship, terrible and holy in its majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never seen an Imperial ship so vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More shocking still, it had all but shouldered aside the Dark Angels' cruiser, its presence irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Dreamweaver—the Savior's flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vessel of the human Golden Age, refit again and again, had become a near twenty-kilometer void-beast. Its arrival alone crushed the breath from lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs and cries rippled across the host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor—will you now admit your guilt and repent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belial looked down at Avka, as calm as ever—untouched by anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to begin a bout of exquisitely honed torments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a heartbeat later, his face changed. He, too, saw the giant ship in the sky—brazen beyond belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then sacred, sonorous hymnals rolled across the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An epic ode exalted the one chosen by the Emperor—the Savior Primarch, the Hope of Mankind, the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that came a voice like a proclamation of law:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The great Savior Primarch, the second sun in the Warp, the Emperor who shall rule all the Imperium's bounds, will now descend upon Avalons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this moment, all armed conflict on this world will cease. Make ready to receive the coming of this august being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defiance will be judged profanation of the Imperium—and of the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RRRRAAAAA—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere tore. A burning immensity punched down—a colossal mechanized descent platform screaming through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the belly of the void-leviathan overhead, a gold-hulled craft slid free and sank toward the sands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such awful majesty shook Haraga and her soldiers to the core. They bowed lower still, unbidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they knelt not to the Dark Angels—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but to the one who was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What manner of being is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen were shaken too. They wondered why he came—and whether there was any future besides the gallows for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our Rock should be nearly here as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the desert flats, Belial squared his shoulders to the slicing wind. His cloak snapped like a banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up, face set like stone.\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>",3107,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","228559d25cde84d26be77ca8ab03009d5e78f15e4583793ecf5d464a2526bc49","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-582","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-580",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]