[{"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-586":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},1681356,2147,"Chapter 586 - 587 · The Lion: Father, I Am Your True-Born Son!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-586",586,"\u003Cp>On the desert battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier clash with Chaos had churned nearly a hundred square kilometers of ground as if ploughed, shaving off a whole layer of earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In places, vast craters yawned; everywhere lay wreckage and char and ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a high point of the line, a Savior's Honor Banner left by the Redemption Legion snapped in the powder-scented wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has…the war… ended?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion stared, stunned, at the Honor Banner speared into the daemon prince's remaining bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had reached this world as well—and dispatched the foe so quickly that the field was already policed and sanctified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even left an Honor Banner as remembrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By Imperial custom, a holy statue would be raised here in time to commemorate the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pang of frustration pricked the Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior always arrived a step ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had run himself ragged to get here, only to witness the other's victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marshal Haraga of Avalons, having received word from the Redemption Legion, hurried in to assume the remaining duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She surveyed the field—holy fragrance mingled with scorched odors—and let out a breathless exclamation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice brimmed with joy and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The degree of purification far exceeded anything she had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a commander of the Astra Militarum's sectoral forces, Haraga could judge threat levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Chaos incursion was, at minimum, sector-ending scale—yet the Savior had cleaned it away in the briefest span.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if Avalons had not even been scratched while the invaders were annihilated—almost like Chaos had never come at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My gods—is this tilth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga had noticed the change in the desert itself; her voice trembled. \"Our wasteland's turned to nutrient-rich, fertile soil—how is that even possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A miracle. It must be a miracle wrought by the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalons was a desert world with cruelly poor soil; such tilth was priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also held water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant oases—a new, more livable city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what the Savior's purification left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, purification teams merely neutralized taint. But under the Savior's new green, healthy, sustainable doctrine, even they had started to \"compete\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would not only cleanse pollution but steward the environment; the mix of combusted Chaos biomatter and purifying reagents could reinvigorate the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under such a regime, heretics and xenos would no longer devastate humanity's living space so easily—because their corpses would be treated as nutrient mulch delivered to the doorstep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some bioscience cells, rumor had it, were even exploring controlled Tyranid husbandry and methods to refine highly concentrated energy from chitinous biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been slapped down for extremity of thought—allowed to research, forbidden to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Haraga and the others newly come under the Savior's aegis, these were miracles—paths they had never conceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their experience, heresy and xenos always left permanent ecological wounds, scars that never healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined fighting a war that didn't wreck the environment but fattened the earth instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will raise an Oasis Holy City here—a new capital for Avalons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So thought Haraga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would erect the holy effigy at this battle site to honor the Savior and build a ring-city of oases around it to ease the world's strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who goes there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly the guards bristled, lasrifles raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were tense—afraid Chaos stragglers hid among the ruins to strike at their marshal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, a towering warrior trudged into view, armor all but shattered, filthy as if he had crawled out of a crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man, certainly—an abnormally tall Angel of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga relaxed and waved the guard to lower their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warrior of His Majesty the Savior—do you require aid?\" she asked, concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like he had just hauled himself from a trench—battered and grim—evoking pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's forces had already withdrawn. Had he been accidentally left behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So thought the Marshal of Avalons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion had already taken offense that mere mortals dared level guns at him; on hearing her words he felt his patience fray further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I look so much like one of the Savior's underlings? Am I, the Lion, to have no dignity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It worsened his mood, already poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a deep breath and steadied himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To vent on the weak is no conduct for a Knight of Caliban—still less for a primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primarch is a guardian of mankind, not a tyrant on high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Lion El'Jonson…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was sonorous but not threatening—no intimidation in it—only a formal declaration: \"Gene-Primarch of the Dark Angels, a loyal son of the Emperor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held himself with austere gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only that his hair and beard were a wild mess, his armor torn open to the air—bare abdominals, half a pectoral—and the shredded stub of a cloak on his shoulders…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly conducive to awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A primarch? Like His Majesty the Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga swallowed, then peered up at the Lion like a child at a behemoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primarch?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were full of astonishment—tinged with doubt—though she masked it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another primarch's return would indeed be a miracle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She offered a polite, slight bow, careful to show no disrespect. \"Avalons has known many miracles of late. I did not expect yet another.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can offer no miracle,\" the Lion answered softly, reading the mortal commander's doubt. \"Nor any proof beyond what you yourself have seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the knights who march with me can attest to what I—the First Primarch—did upon Kamas. You will meet them soon enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew proving himself would not be simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone claiming to be a primarch of ten millennia past invited skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse in an Imperium rife with heretics, xenos and traitors—teeming with upstart schemers and Chaos-mad charlatans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These days, trust is rare. Truth is ever slippery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga still did not quite believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Majesty the Savior was so holy, so mighty, so handsome and grand—traveling with Custodian Guard, wreathed in hymn and light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this self-proclaimed primarch—plain, unglowing, battered armor, a bit… dingy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap was too great. He simply didn't look like a primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could blame the Marshal? In legend and in texts, the Emperor's sons were ever heightened, made myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They appeared on the field with wings, or halos—like miracles in the flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's recent appearances had only entrenched that stereotype; Avalons had come to expect primarchs to be thus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when the Lion arrived, hearts scarcely stirred; awe did not kindle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put simply: the Savior had inflated the primarch's \"aura\", making it harder for later primarchs to command presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where were they to find glimmering, VFX-ready armor, a personal phalanx of Custodians, hosts of legendary heroes, and a Titan Honor Guard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, His Majesty the Savior and the Emperor's Angels still hold low orbit above Avalons. Your return will surely delight them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga gazed up at the faint silhouette of the fleet in the high air, face bright with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was not fit to judge a primarch's authenticity; let His Majesty the Savior authenticate the Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the best course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander, signal the Savior and the Dark Angels. I will meet them. The Imperium shall know the First Primarch has returned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion, too, had seen the fleet and the fortress bearing his sigil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This turn of events was better than he had hoped; the Dark Angels' arrival would save him no small amount of labor and speed the mustering of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would spare him an isolated meeting with the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primarch's name carried weight, yes—but it might not cow the Imperium's upper echelons, least of all this self-styled Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion still doubted that claimant's identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If conflict proved unavoidable, he would need leverage to subdue the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior is, at least, a capable logistician,\" the Lion mused. \"Perhaps he can serve the Imperium better in that role.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Savior had draped himself in the Emperor's authority to beguile the masses, the Lion had no intention of removing him—now, the Imperium needed talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deputyship, perhaps—thus could the man assist the Regent of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the Lion shied from donning the imperial crown himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of the empyrean rolled down from orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion looked up to see the Dark Angels' fortress and the Savior's fleet—suddenly, as if on urgent cause—plunge into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, they were gone from Avalons' sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the empty firmament, thunderstruck. \"I'm still on the surface—couldn't they have waited?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, he felt very much…left behind. Imperial forces—and his blooded sons—had flown off with the Savior, leaving their gene-sire standing alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the father remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot wind combed the field; silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion drew a slow breath and turned to the Marshal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander. Tell me of this blasphemous war. Tell me… everything about the Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pressure—quiet, irresistible—brooked no refusal. Haraga bowed her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you wish. I will tell you all I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The self-proclaimed primarch carried no taint; repeating the Savior's great deeds to him did no harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, the Marshal recounted the Savior's advent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The descent, the rescue of the Fallen guardians, the emplaced defense, the annihilation of the invading Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion listened, patience tight in the fist. His eyes grew grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outwardly he betrayed little—but inside, storms crashed. His hands, clenched, trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What—he's the Hope-Primarch, the Emperor's heir—and the Custodian Guard attend him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Fallen have sworn to the Savior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He didn't even join the fight? Simply judged the foe unworthy of his blade?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He prayed, and a miracle restored the soil?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he heard, the more absurd it sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face had gone full \"what am I even hearing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps the Savior truly has bewitched the masses,\" he growled, brows drawn, anger sparking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way that man was a primarch—no way he was the Lion's \"cheap younger brother\". The First Primarch would know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power or no, he could not be as mighty as described by a mere mortal commander—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Custodian Guard would never serve as his bodyguard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those supremely proud golden wardens suffer no masters save the Emperor; not even a primarch commands them as bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much less would they willingly play honor guard to a \"Savior\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He—first, most loyal son—had never been granted such honor. The Savior could not have it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, their father, had made Horus Warmaster—but he had also armed the Lion and the First Legion with greater powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were allowed to employ forbidden archeotech; they were authorized to command the Men of Iron as war-tools, to pull back the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Men of Iron lay sealed within a pre-Imperial vault of the Dark Age of Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His status had not truly been less than Horus'—indeed he possessed the right to employ extinction-level weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence the Lion's confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever foe he faced, he could answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Savior had seized Imperial power by sleight of hand, the Lion could take it back by force—then silence all dissent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion knew his father, the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Horus fallen, the Emperor would surely choose a leader of strength to put things right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman, among the loyal, was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one choice remained—himself. No other would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, this is the virtual record the Savior left at his descent. You should see it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haraga noted the warrior's doubts and, a bit nettled, produced more proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's propaganda arm had left a memorial projection—not only to commemorate the war, but so Avalons' people might, on holy days, gaze upon the Savior, feel that sanctity and might—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And feed their faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A holo-projector traced images into the air—the best angles of the Savior's arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First—the Emperor crowning the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Savior in golden war-plate, bearing the Emperor's Sword, appearing with the Custodian Guard and a Titan Honor Guard—so holy, so commanding—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the very image of the Master of Mankind in procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father—no… Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's eyes narrowed to pinpricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lip trembled. The scenes on the hololith hit like a hammerblow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had the world become?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden armor was real. The Emperor's Sword—real. The Custodian Guard—real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion knew the Emperor's regalia—he could tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior wore Father's golden panoply—carried Father's holy blade—and traveled with the Custodians?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How… can that be…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if some bastard unknown had stolen his birthright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had, more than once, imagined donning the Father's golden plate, lifting the holy blade, and standing guard over the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had done it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, a sliver of pain beneath the sternum. \"Father, I am your most loyal son. What has happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned for truth. He wanted to see the Father—needed to know why the Savior had been chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zavriel came at a run, near-collapse, refusing to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even aided by his power armor, just catching the Lion had nearly wrung him dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought his breath under control; something strained in his face. \"My lord—I reached the Fallen. They replied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Chaos miasma cleared, Zavriel had used a special rig and secret channels to find Avka and the Fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told them the Lion had returned, that their gene-sire forgave them all—that he would erase their shame and welcome them back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could say more, the fleet's jump had cut the link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is rare good news. What did my sons say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's spirits lifted a fraction; the dark weather in him eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile curled his lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely the Fallen—the blood of his blood—would rejoice at their gene-sire's return?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely they would leave the Savior's side and return to their father's embrace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zavriel's gaze flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated—then simply projected the Fallen's message. \"My lord… best you read it yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's heart sank at the sight of his son's face. A bad feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polite enough—an outline of their present state, and a statement of their intent to continue fighting under the Savior's banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, let's keep our distance. I wouldn't want His Majesty the Savior to get the wrong idea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still grievance there—the Fallen had chosen the Savior, the generous foster-father, over the gene-sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Lion—who prided himself on personal magnetism—it was a second strike to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his back on them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now the Lion only wanted the quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the distance; the hot wind on his skin could not thaw the chill within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hah. A little cold, isn't it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion and his party did not depart. They bivouacked to await the mortal knights, then move on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gather more strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps even to unseal the Men of Iron in the vaults of the Dark Age, that the Imperium might be better served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father—what choice have you made?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion lay on the tarp floor of a field tent, sleepless, turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior held Imperial power—had spirited away his blooded sons—and taken the Dark Angels' fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It left him with a bitter thought: If the Savior exists, why was the Lion born?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drowsing at last, the Lion dreamed—of a silent forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By some psychic current he wandered Caliban's woods again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, he held more of the reins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a familiar presence and followed the old path to the brook where he had awoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the little boat and the angler upon the river were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father… is it you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmuring, he stepped into the river, waded across, and entered that shrine-like hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Emperor waited within. He had so many questions to ask…\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>",2618,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","6d1653dd7c54cd80ace3f6c32a29d7bde67264df2c09b93fe183bc6dedc0cc49","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-587","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-585",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]