[{"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-587":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},1681357,2147,"Chapter 587 - 588 — The Savior: Huge Gains—From Now On, the Dark Angels Have No Secrets!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-587",587,"\u003Cp>Forest temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble—rumble—rumble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion shoved open the ancient stone doors carved full of reliefs, moss and powdered stone sifting down as if no one had ever pushed them before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that he went in, stepped into the dim corridor, and kept going until he reached the temple's hall—where that ugly, torture-device-looking Golden Throne sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've come back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar yet frigid voice came, making Lion's body twitch despite himself—pure instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised his head—and saw what he did not expect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Golden Throne was not the desiccated skeleton others had described—Zabriel and the rest—but a crown-helmed, gold-armored, powerfully built middle-aged figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor as the Primarchs remembered him—the Master of Mankind, the \"tyrant\" in the mouths of traitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was razor-hard, full of judgment and an authority that would brook no defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something was off atop the Throne—things that clearly did not belong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luxurious red wine. A slab of grox ribs. Cookware. And a handful of machines that looked suspiciously like entertainment rigs of dubious purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You, too—like Horus—have come back intending to seize the Imperium's power?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor took a delicate sip of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Lion with deeper suspicion now, a thread of anger in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, the Master of Mankind was sizing up his son—but this time the severity was greater, brewing with long-held displeasure and wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, Father. I have never coveted power that does not belong to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with his father's accusation, the Lion half-knelt without thinking. \"All I desire is to set right what You created with Your own hands—to share the burden You carry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worthless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor crushed the cup, and his fury rolled on. \"You can't set anything right. You couldn't even hold together that pitiful 'Second Imperium' you cobbled up—couldn't control it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What right have you to speak of saving the Imperium?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that key phrase—\"Second Imperium\"—made the Lion's heart tighten all the more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He obediently sank to both knees and lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after hearing his father's contempt for his capability, he hesitated and tried to explain in a small voice. \"Father, when we received word of You, we immediately—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silence. Still trying to make excuses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You selfish, spiteful, jealous little whelp—you never once saw your own problem!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's anger spiked higher, cutting off the Lion's words—then came a barrage of verbal flensing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Second Imperium, to the Siege of Terra, to the sundering of Caliban, He enumerated the errors and misjudgments the Lion's temperament had led to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every charge had its logic. Every sentence hit with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a blow aimed straight at the heart: \"You're a pale shadow of that Savior boy, %#$@&…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mingled exasperation and a father's love gone harsh, He laid out Eden's achievements one by one—regaining swathes of territory, hauling the Imperium back from the brink, shaping a cloned vessel for the Emperor's will—and contrasted each with the Lion, excoriating him without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The verdict: Lion, failing marks. The Savior, the neighbor's golden child. MVP. Learn from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then a command—help the Savior govern the Imperium properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such ultimate \"tough love\" from a father—weaponized as scathing invective—was hard to bear, precisely because it came from his father's own mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion swayed, eyes stinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead or two nearly fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was him with armor-plated composure, too—when Guilliman and the Khan had faced the Emperor's \"tough-love\" persona before, they had simply shattered, weeping outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Lion might have met such dressing-down with anger and jealousy—maybe even a clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he could swallow it, and he had learned to reflect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, I will obey Your order. But I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those weathered features looked up at the Emperor—his father—still with more to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Out. Out, out, out—get lost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before anything else could leave his lips, a shockwave of soul-force slapped him away—ejecting him from the place entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The little brat still dares interrupt my browsing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Trash-Talk Emperor\" seemed to grow impatient, grumbling as He snatched up a dataslate and resumed surfing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message He wanted conveyed had been delivered. Different facets. Different delivery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old hands like Eden and Guilliman took one look at this negative persona of the Emperor and found excuses to bail immediately—no use getting caught in the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Trash-Talk Emperor logged back into a Mechanicus forum to debate Men of Iron doctrine with the oil-priests—laying down takes by the thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason He was so mad? A certain Archmagos had astroturfed the upvotes on His thread—costing Him a limited-run Machine-Goddess Xiaoling special badge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was perilously close to begging Xiaoling to perma-ban the guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divergent creeds in the state cult had spawned divergent faith-currents among humanity—and those, in turn, gnawed at the Emperor, manifesting as fractured personas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of the reasons Eden had begun reforming the Ecclesiarchy—unifying doctrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless of persona, one thing never changed: He doted on the Machine-Goddess Xiaoling—like a treasured granddaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the Trash-Talk Emperor's image faded; the hall shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Golden Throne now sat a gaunt, aged figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's core self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrinkles traced his face as he reminisced—guilt in the lines. \"That brat… he's matured—and grown old…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Mankind looked forward to seeing the Lion again—but not in the Immaterium; in realspace, in the Black Throne's sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, after all, one of the sons in whom He had placed most hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruins of the desert battlefield. A field camp. A drab military tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion snapped awake—then calmed as the space around him came into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheeks felt cold. He reached up, touched, and found he'd wept at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I truly met Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion thought bleakly—and his heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because his father had chastised him and said he wasn't Eden's equal—but because of the state of that body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his nature, the Lion sensed the crushing repression, the pain, the torment, and the fathomless black that the Emperor hid behind that façade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burden no life should bear. It could break Him—warp Him into something unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion knew Father could lay the burden down at any time—and be free. But He still endured—for humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps… Father has longed to depart for a very long time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought struck; his voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while the Emperor was berating him, the Lion had felt the core self screaming in pain beneath—whispering a message:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill me. Kill me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in that last sliver of a look as He cast the Lion out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father clearly wanted this son to find a path to release Him—lest He snap and fall into a darker end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could the Lion do that? How could he raise a hand to his Father?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There must be a better way…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy-hearted, the Lion lifted the tent flap and stepped outside. The sky was still iron-dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he understood the crisis enfolding the Imperium—and how little slack remained. There could be no faltering. No rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Father finally broke, and became some stranger—some blasphemous thing—if He could no longer shield the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… all might tumble into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion recalled the Emperor's earlier tirade—his chest squeezed tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stubborn pride had caused no small errors; half his sons had turned from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the present age of peril, he had given too little—Caliban destroyed, and himself asleep a thousand centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting the rot run deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion drew a long breath. That would not happen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, faced with the Imperium's depthless dark, he felt the weight—felt how staggering the load on Eden's shoulders must be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can I save the Imperium? Can that 'Hope Primarch,' the Savior, save the Imperium? Can we draw Father out of the dark?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many questions churned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had decided to deal fairly with Eden now—together, to haul the Imperium back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A pity they're all gone…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion winced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium was strange now—few he knew remained to stand beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius, Guilliman, Dorn, the Khan—one after another, the loyal brothers gone—leaving him alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know how to deal with Father's anointed Hope Primarch, the Savior—that was never his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—he could try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion had his pride. Father's endorsement of Eden did not equal the Lion's endorsement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Father's state… wasn't exactly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion would contribute in his own way—rally armies, then rendezvous with Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the keys to wake the dark technologies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this night, they would have to employ weapons once deemed too dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wrestled with the plan, dawn paled the sky—a shaft of morning light speared the darkness and washed across the Savior's honor-banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gilded tracery on the cloth glimmered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at it, thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabriel approached with the knights. \"Avalons' commander is willing to provide us with ships. What are your orders?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had waited long enough—for the next step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion turned; his features set once more. The First Primarch. The Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His indomitable will locked in. His aim grew still and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We join the expedition Eden has stirred across this star-mist. But first, we go collect certain engines of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bring the commander. I want a briefing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hunter's sense already told him what Eden was doing—organizing a long march to retake the Haze-Sector. He could almost feel the route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Avalons' Marshal Haraga, the Lion obtained the sector charts of that Haze—Imperial standard issue—the last update a little over a century ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the Imperium's old communication crawl, that counted as \"up-to-date.\" A century would not have erased whole swathes. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those places were likely still resisting. Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium has bled away far too much…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion studied the map and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd braced himself—but to see it… it still hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Heresy's end, the Haze-Sector had shrunk again by another third—one could imagine how many human lives had been smothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift as swordplay, his fingers danced across the star-atlas, dizzying to watch—until a campaign line burned clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Eden truly means to save the whole Haze-Sector, he'll choose this line of march. His next target will be this central nexus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion tapped the screen—a core industrial zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Legion's warlord trusted his own read—and he knew this sector like his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much of it had been won by his armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose—and gave the order:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our rendezvous—Vostonia Pan-Sector. Muster the host. Bring the dark engines. We link up with Eden there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vostonia Pan-Sector lay at the heart of the Haze's industry—adjacent to the Halo Stars and the Eye of Terror's fringes—a precious Imperial nexus not yet fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden meant to save the Haze, he could not sidestep Vostonia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Lion could call his scattered sons from across the stars—re-forming them into an army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the First Legion's sundering, many successor hosts still laired in those reaches—numerous and potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their gene-sire called, they would come—saving Eden considerable toil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion looked to Zabriel. \"We depart now. We'll travel through the Forest of Caliban—not by voidship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had mastered a faster passage—witch-roads through the Empyrean. Quicker than a starship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might well reach Vostonia first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immaterium. The hush of Caliban's Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading his knights down the trail, the Lion followed the road in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed the place of waking, he noticed another branch—black as pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Watchers had warned him from it—he was not yet strong enough. Do not step there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bade the knights halt and walked alone to the mouth of that darkling path—then slowly leaned in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrumm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall of churning black and reek slammed him—nearly choking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes—horrors—stared back. Thoughts swam. Base desires and buried ambitions surged and clawed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vision rose—himself in gold, a crown on his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. You will not steer me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-red light burned in his eyes. He throttled back the swell. And saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At road's end loomed a titanic, monstrous Primarch-shadow—behind it, four twisted shapes of different hues—coalesced evil of a galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yanked himself out, hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good that he had not set foot there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such is the danger of the warp—one step and corruption might claim him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those are our foes, then…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion muttered. \"A fallen brother—once a Primarch—and the blasphemous gods at his back…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose—deliberately—not to look up—to the black sun that hung above those gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he returned to the first path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his knights, true to his nature, he pressed on—to the next chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, the proscribed weapons waited—the engines of extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High orbit. Within The Rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood beneath an observation dome, watching the void; behind him stood Azrael, Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels, and the Chapter's other Grand Masters—respectful, tight-faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lion went to Avalons, and didn't think to ping me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden breathed out, helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd only just gotten word from the Fallen about the Lion—but by then the fleet had already made the jump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—given the Lion's ability, he would deduce the play and find them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his forest-walking and warp-step tricks, the man might just whoosh into Eden's path any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had bolted in the first place because he'd felt the doom-tide gathering at the next hub—Vostonia Pan-Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the unknown enemy's pressure. Even the warp snarled and surged; numberless hosts of Chaos daemons were mustering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the Four's vassal hordes—hordes of undivided things beyond count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chaos revel the like of which he had not yet seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vostonia was one of the Haze's industrial hearts—if it died in that storm, the fallout would be beyond imagining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could even vomit up a new Eye—another warp-rent like the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that tear linked with the Eye and the Halo Stars' wounds, it could sever yet more of the transit chokepoints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Haze-Sector… would be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope we're not too late…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dense pall crept over him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant to link up with Guilliman and the Khan at Vostonia—together to break the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But spread as they were, at normal speed they'd miss the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—he needed the Tuchulcha Engine and the Ouroboros to assemble the Disharmonic Engine, punch a Webway corridor, and converge fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be the battle that decided the Haze-Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the haul lifted him a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rock was a treasure vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secrets and artifacts from age upon age—packed room after room. Even Azrael himself was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, they rarely laid hands on those vaults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Urth Mechanicus' Archmagi—and a few big-brained Ork Big Meks—had arrived with the Plagueheart they'd recovered; the Disharmonic Engine would be assembled in the void near The Rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nothing else would be wasted. There were Men of Iron here, even!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forward explorers, while hunting down Tuchulcha, had opened a sealed cell and found two battered—but still animate—Men of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost got people killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd since pulled stacks of data on the Iron Men as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worth of such ancient human engines was beyond dispute—war-forms, builders, pathfinders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the materials, weapons, and principles to be stripped from them could kick Imperial tech forward by long strides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So many priceless toys—and you're just sitting on them? No. We're going to use them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was delighted. The sheer haul washed him clean. The pressure of the coming fight eased—if only for a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw the gates wide—flooded The Rock with survey teams and researchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While hunting for Tuchulcha, they would catalog every secret. Everything goes on the books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the space ahead, Urth Mechanicus Ark-Mechanica arrived in a trickle—dozens of lighter craft peeling off—ferrying crews to The Rock to begin archaeological work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azrael—Master of the Inner Circle, warden of so many secrets—spoke in a tight, shaking voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the grease-monks pouring into the fortress-monastery—measuring, scanning, recording—until a hollow ache opened in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From today forward… the Dark Angels have no secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the grease-monks' dig-to-bedrock methodology, even the Chapter's metaphorical underwear would be up on a slate—no privacy, nothing hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the most secretive chapter to… the most over-documented. To the last intimate measurement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pendulum swings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they didn't dare make a peep. Not against this iron-willed Savior—this Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—while the Supreme Grand Master drowned in grief—an involuntary gasp, stifled and sharp, sounded nearby—and snapped every gaze that way.\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>",2763,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","f19be5f2ab9e8fb4d52cb61f0bf59272be3dfc3a229a65441d240f8df3572233","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-588","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-586",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]