[{"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-593":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},1681363,2147,"Chapter 593 594 – The Savior: The Decisive Battle Arrives! The Lion… Went In Early!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-593",593,"\u003Cp>\"Archmagos, did our sacred apparatus hit a Space Hulk or the Webway's bulwark?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt a twinge of dread as soon as the Warp Shield TBM met resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the \"Hundred-Ton King\" couldn't plow through literally everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no trace here of a Chaos domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only things that could stall this sacred machine were a Space Hulk plated in high-tensile alloys, or a Webway barrier that blocked dimensional transit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, once the speed dropped below a critical threshold, he and the TBM would be randomly yeeted into the unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At present, no solid object has been detected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archmagos's optics flickered, clearly crunching numbers at emergency speed. \"The sacred apparatus may have encountered a spatial shear or some unknown, special obstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I require more data to isolate and analyze the cause.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don't need to isolate anything…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lifted his gaze to the shifting void outside, his mood sinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A labyrinthine runic array had spread to shroud the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, chain after chain of energy coalesced, winding around the Warp Shield TBM and locking it in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt—they'd blundered into a grand sorcerous engine laid by a high Chaos entity, a matrix that sealed space itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed, nerves tightening. \"Can we do an emergency throw-out back into realspace? We need it now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warp-tainted power of the array was swelling by the moment; lingering here would only hike the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O Machine-Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abhorrent array's drag has throttled nearly all motive force of the apparatus; even the most basic egress routine cannot execute…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archmagos's verdict was grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the hex-engine's corruption, the machine could not break free by its own power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, they were hard-locked in this pocket of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good thing we have contingencies. Alert the Grand Psykers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing that cogcraft wouldn't cut it, Eden summoned a cadre of high-order psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were part of the TBM's security detail in the first place, tasked with keeping the sacred machine safe and handling Warp-born emergencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp could spit any number of psychic or sorcerous crises at you; high-order psykers were the specialists for exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Eden was himself a high-order psyker—one of the strongest humans alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, his psychic repertoire was all brute force; he knew next to nothing of the deeper arcanum, and he had no time to study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those sprawling arrays, the chants, the occult calculus—half higher math, half chemistry, half quantum weirdness—were frankly a big ask for someone holding a mid-tier academic rank from Zhongsi Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially array design and drafting: assembling a mangled forest of quantum-level formulae into a single answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tiny error, and the whole thing failed—or worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had learned a basic truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any high-tier discipline demands deep, methodical study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a Primarch-class intellect and learning curve he could learn it, sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would cost time and focus—wasteful for an Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born psykers raised from childhood in Zhongsi Academy, the Star-Tongue Court, or noble houses, then refined by centuries of research, would beat him on technique nine times out of ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's go-to toolkit remained the Golden Fist, golden lightning, psychic barriers, and old-fashioned telekinesis—the big, filling staples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most days, punching still solved more problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arraycraft? Total blank. At best he could eyeball an array's strength and broad effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Observatory Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This detachable, armored shrine bled gentle sanctity at all hours, warding off the Warp's filth to create a safe pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Psykers rested and meditated within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arch-Mentors, I don't care how you do it—break that sorcerous array!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden slapped the table and laid down a death order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don't raise troops for ten thousand days to waste them on drill. The Warp Shield TBM must not be lost; time to put pressure on the elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely finished speaking when the hex-engine cinched again, making the TBM shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh reports poured in: the external armor was cracking further, there was no workable space for repairs, and even the revolving drill-crown had snapped a small segment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My baby sacred apparatus!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's heart bled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just been bragging to the Emperor about building a self-assembled high-speed lane network to realize the grand dream of Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this thing really died, he wouldn't have the face to report back to the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blow to His Majesty might rival the time that pony's one psychic ping shattered His webway dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But worse news hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What—are you saying you can't crack that rickety array outside?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden leveled a hard stare at the Grand Psykers, tone sharpening. A firm dressing-down was in order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's just one array. How could they fold so fast? That wasn't the grit of the Savior's dominion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he looked through the observatory to behold the array outside, where a prismatic raven kept resolving and shifting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Psykers likely couldn't break it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it had been laid by the Grand Schemer, the Master of Fate, the Changer of Ways—Tzeentch Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drew a long breath and waved wearily. \"Leave it. Don't try to crack it for now. Think of other options—see if hallowed psychic light works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things made by the Changer weren't for normal humans. Even a lesser god might choke on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No point throwing elite talent into a grinder; they could even trigger backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stern, not sadistic—he wouldn't set impossible KPIs for his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell again in the Observatory Chamber—but it wasn't real silence. The Grand Psykers had shifted to mind-to-mind, trading plans for the crisis in pure thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knowledge density they needed was far beyond simple speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talking about this with a tongue was too primitive—and too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single term of art for some charm could be dozens of syllables long; you'd talk all day. Compressed mind-speech was essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One burst could cram the payload of dozens of books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't filter their traffic from the Savior. A storm-surge of abstruse data ricocheted through his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like force-feeding an entire library of complex functions into your brain—the buzzing was incredible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't linger. He stepped out for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows knit; anxiety clawed his chest—because he'd noticed something terrifying—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Fate had set him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entity that once boxed the Emperor into tragedy upon the Golden Throne had now marked Eden, pre-scrying the TBM's route and laying a trap to net both the machine and himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew what it meant to be noticed by the Changer of Ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That being could marry prophecy to circumstance and slide targets into misery without them even noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And you couldn't preempt Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Tzeentch cannot be defined. Any attempt to pin Him down in word, image, or thought would fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it succeeded, it was only because He wished you to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His being is a lie; He can't exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or His existence is a paradox, so only one rightful sovereign can be: Tzeentch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And… anything the being states carries both truth and lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So claimed an ancient proscribed codex on the Changer—truth or falsehood unknown; perhaps the codex itself was one of His lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the passage didn't exist at all, and the reader merely saw an echo of some warp-taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Eden had never read it; the memory was fake?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the present entrapment was itself an illusion; maybe the trap was the trap—to make him try to escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss… Don't tell me even the 'me' right now is fake?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Eden thought, the colder his gut turned. He was going numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An all-knowing, Lovecraftian life-form plus unknown fate-distortion—a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His realm had prospered these years because the Emperor shielded him from Tzeentch's influence; more critically, the Changer seemed unable to read Eden's fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps even wary of approaching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it seemed the Changer had found a way to peek his destiny—and was turning up the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he pondered, the worse it felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the horror of Tzeentch: the richer your knowledge, the keener your mind, the easier you tumble into His snare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more variables you weigh, the deeper the pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully Eden was not purely a scholar—a half-bruiser at heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shut the spiral down and drew a conclusion: Tzeentch is a pain. Find a chance and break His beak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overthinking itself might be His nudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you face the Lord of Mouths, the more you think, the messier it gets. Just charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden returned to the Observatory and jammed the brain-space full of unfamiliar knowledge—noise to keep him from drifting into suggestive thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would only open doors for the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited with patience for the Grand Psykers to forge a plan that could save the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crystal Labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palaces of impossible geometry wore pebbled-smooth planes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passages blinked into being and dissolved, merging and splitting at whim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within a passage lay a vast stair-bound chamber that fronted a secret library; there drifted a colossal mass of raven-like, iridescent matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Tzeentch's many shapes. Before Him hovered a spiderweb of fate-threads in a hundred colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarily red and black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them tied to the Savior Primarch, the Imperial Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chromatic raven trembled, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had slipped—for now—out of His mental shepherding. It changed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch delicately plucked the Savior's threads, mostly the black, avoiding the red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red meant danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those red lines touched the Savior's unknown past and higher dimensions; one brush would trigger savage backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, the Well of Eternity had nearly blown because a past-thread had been nudged; the Crystal Labyrinth almost detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, the Changer's curiosity overrode caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At risk of ruin, He probed the scattered fragments and found only two letters—GW.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just two letters of unknown meaning had grievously wounded Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never dared touch them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Changer learned to sidestep the backlash while still working against the Savior:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avoid any fate bound to the man's past. Choose only threads tied to the now, and build traps of destiny there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect was weaker, but a means to wound remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not kill the Savior outright, but He could borrow other blades, luring him into crises beyond endurance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And strip his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, the ancient xenos relic that let the Savior influence the Warp—destroy it, and the foe would be gutted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was the horror they'd raised together, which would strike the killing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunt had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would guide the Savior step by step into doom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch signaled the other three Dark Gods, passing intel and the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broadcast across the Warp to draw more predators to the chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threads converged to a single navel of fate, where a phantom of the Savior, a spectral starmap, and a black, dreadful shadow hung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, in a destined ground, they'd wage the war of fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Realm of Khorne, the Brass Citadel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The halls whose roof had once been torn asunder stood whole again; molten brass filled the gaps, though scars remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Brass Throne—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's blood-shadow still smoldered with rage; flame-wrath rolled, and the host of daemons quaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throng had thinned again. Many Greater Daemons of Khorne were punished, hung upside-down upon the brass ramparts, to keep An'ggrath the Unbound company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those left bore scars cut to the bone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marks of the blood-whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one had been spared: the Exalted Bloodthirster Ka'Bandha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With invincible valor he had repelled the Daemon-Eater's engines of war, salvaging the Blood God's honor and earning His favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne loves mighty warriors—daemon, man, or otherwise—and rewards courage with due tribute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha stood at the fore, arms folded. No one else stood near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took up a swath of ground alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Blood God isn't as untouchable as I thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps when I cut down the Savior, I'll seize a chance to challenge the Highest Himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared up at the Brass Throne and muttered. The last battle had granted him more slaughter-authority—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even drunk deep of the Blood God's own awe, and his pride had swollen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-shadow looked down on Ka'Bandha's defiant eyes and was pleased. He favored warriors who feared nothing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even His own dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Skarbrand challenged Him openly instead of striking from behind, exile might not have been his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God mustered a greater horde and placed Ka'Bandha in command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then He issued an order:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lead the host to a destined ground and destroy the Savior's army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ground was—the Vostonia Pan-Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka'Bandha accepted at once. He knew the one who had floored him not long ago would also head there in search of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not interfere with their duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would wait for the outcome, then take the victor's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp Shield TBM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observatory Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Psykers had worked up several feasible approaches, each with its own risks, and laid them before the Savior for a final call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wrote them on parchment to reduce interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grabbed one at random—but stopped before he opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can't read these.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Big Raven is drafting my destiny, then the instant I read, I expose the variables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'll know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my thinking will be nudged along His rails, hardening the fate He wants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer wasn't truly omniscient. If He had been, the Emperor wouldn't have blown His head off that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was \"only\" calculating outcomes off the vectors and warp-flows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought for a moment, tossed the parchment back, and chose pure bull-rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinged the Archmagos with a terse order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a snot-nosed, empty-eyed greenskin in blue-painted armor was frog-marched into the chamber, howling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was reportedly the thickest and most reckless ork aboard the TBM—the hound of the Deathskulls, as it were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the Waaagh! and the Warboss's glare keeping him in line, he'd have dismantled half the ship by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly—he was painted blue. Blue is luckiest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You. Pick one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pointed at the heap of parchments and gave the dolt a simple command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing complicated—no point confusing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ork blinked, grabbed a sheet—then took a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like it was a snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Throne!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick-witted Grand Psyker snatched the parchment back, but not before a tooth had notched a tasty chunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even look. \"Good. Execute this one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But this plan is incomplete; it's been—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then execute the incomplete one. Don't tell me anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior gave his final order and left the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want to know anything more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dum-dum Deathskull's luck, plus Eden's patented \"I reckon\" factor, ought to add enough noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Crystal Labyrinth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A certain Big Raven was flapping in a flurry, frantically retiming fate-threads that had slipped off the schedule, patching a plan on the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, all was still within plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden punched out of the Warp back into realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drifting in the endless dark, he didn't know how he'd gotten out—and didn't need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Psykers and the orks had got it done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt no joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp Shield TBM was still inside the hex-engine. Its roots were driven into realspace, and it kept tightening, crushing the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't solve the array's anchorage in realspace, he couldn't fish his sacred machine out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The good news: he had pinned the array's real location—Vostonia. The array was rooted there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Eden's foresight, Vostonia was a patch of black—that was a kind of prescience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By constantly cultivating an image of omniscience and omnipotence and bathing in the adoration of the masses, he'd earned a sliver of the Warp's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little prevision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the array was in Vostonia—the pre-booked site of the grand decisive battle—maybe that was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could settle everything at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that doubled the risk. He had no idea how many enemies were waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a day later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal warship slammed out of the Warp, blazing like a golden, holy backdrop in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden boarded immediately and used the vox to fire warnings to Roboute Guilliman and Jaghatai Khan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rendezvous with him first, then enter the Vostonia Pan-Sector—otherwise the enemy would pocket them and destroy them in detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His foresight said the number of Chaos foes would beggar belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to mass strength or lose the war in a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forests of Caliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knights, we will arrive shortly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We will fortify there and crush the foe, awaiting the Savior's coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First, the Lion, strode like a titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him marched a thicket of cold, many-armed engines that breathed poisonous, murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could feel this forbidden army's horror. It could scour fortified worlds and forge-planets alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion looked toward a glimmer nestled in the quiet forest and allowed himself a thin smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had spent many days in this wood. By following his own nature, he had finally found the right way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, most likely, was the road to Vostonia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led his bloodline sons and the Pre-Imperial Men of Iron Extinction War-Automata onto the path…\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>",2880,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","9e07a9e5d8d2a7ac64433d689bb69d209b648d5d6e70359bd4bce92e47c66a38","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-594","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-592",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]