[{"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-599":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},1681369,2147,"Chapter 599 - 600 — The Lion: Majestic and Relentless. What the Savior cannot do, I will!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-599",599,"\u003Cp>Because of the earlier oracle, the people of the Kalist System already knew the Savior was about to descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the holy being dispatched by the Emperor, the one who bore the sacred sword and could deliver everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they saw the towering, sword-bearing silhouette refracted through the dark-crimson mist, they assumed the Savior had come and could not help chanting His name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From there, the news spread with astonishing speed, like a tide rolling outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First there were bursts of wild cheering in the surrounding districts, then in the western front, and finally across the entire battlefield, the hive-fortresses, and beyond into more regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, Savior, the Savior has descended!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the entire world was yearning for and calling out to that being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What majesty… what command over hearts…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the mist, the Lion also heard the rising roar of the crowd, even his own gene-sons were crying out for the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's face fell even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those gene-sons and the mortal soldiery had all mistaken him for that Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More astonishing still was the Savior's sheer power of appeal; perhaps only when his father—the Emperor—Himself descended did anything compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then was there an impact like this, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, as the master of the I Legion, the Lion of Caliban, he too was a legend. When he descended upon certain worlds, the people welcomed him with undivided zeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he revealed himself shortly, it would not be too embarrassing, nor would it cripple morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the present state of things, if the one arriving were not a legend but merely an ordinary Chapter Master, the planet's will to resist would assuredly suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Lion kindled his sword and closed in, he sensed a change in the Khorne Greater Daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sa… Savior?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the body that, magnified by the mist, seemed even larger than his own, the Bloodthirster's hoarse, twisted voice carried a note of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name carries a shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the terrible deeds of that Daemon-Eater, that Savior—swallowing daemons alive, beating chosen champions to death, demi-god slayings, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, not long ago he had watched the Savior himself drive a war engine across Blood-Soil, grinding all beneath it and even ramming over the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a horrifying existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior wrestling the Blood God like a \"Hundred-Ton King\" had left a vast psychic scar in the Khornate ranks. Hardly any daemon still had the heart to march.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the word sent out by the Dark Gods—that the Savior was not on Vostonia, and that they had groomed a Four Gods' Co-Chosen capable of facing him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—perhaps they would never have invaded this realspace theatre so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Chaos host would arrive in force, the largest incursion in millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would weave a mega-hex across a thousand worlds, a witch-engine of sacrifice to make this star-domain the Savior's tomb and utterly unravel the Imperium's reborn hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turn it into a playground of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to think that the moment they began, the Savior would appear—and on the very world this Bloodthirster had chosen to invade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood God, what should he do?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backpedaling in fright, the Bloodthirster beat his wings, leapt to a colossal structure to the rear, and stared with fearful doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the newcomer truly was the Savior, he needed to flee far, pray for the summoning of that Fourfold-Chosen, the one said to have beaten the Supreme Blood-drunk Fiend, to come and face him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor was it only him. As word of the Savior's advent spread, more daemons turned wary, their offensive slackening at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're afraid. The foul abominations fear the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the God-Emperor, we are saved…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the daemons' shift, the Grand Preacher and the others only grew more expectant, more excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their estimation of the Savior rose again; in their hearts he loomed even greater, even more holy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People brimmed with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to witness the Savior with their own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the sword-bearing silhouette in the vapor was the focus of all gazes; human and daemon alike waited for him to step forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wrecked Heldrake smashed into the ground, blossoming into a massive explosion whose shock wave blew the mist away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure within was laid bare to all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a breath, the entire battlefield held its breath because of the newcomer's appearance; even artillery and gunfire paused for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a figure more than three meters tall, wearing a black hooded mantle. The gust lifted his hood and revealed a bearded face cut in stark lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked every inch an aged king of warriors. Time had steeped him in hardship and wisdom, and a fearsome aura bled from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Lion El'Jonson—Lion of Caliban, Primarch of the First Legion, the Emperor's faithful son…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last the Lion had a chance to speak. He raised his head to meet their eyes and declared himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he found no awe or joy in their faces. Only disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's first arrival on this battlefield was a total flop, bringing not a whiff of morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It actually lowered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the tyranny of expectations. If not for the Savior's phantasmal spectacle having whipped the crowd into wild hope…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Lion's return would have earned cheers and reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they would have rallied to him, launched a thunderous charge, and crushed every heretic and abomination in one sweep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in their minds they had pictured a glittering, golden giant—holy sword in hand, special effects blazing—through and through the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What stood before them was an older warrior in a black cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap was simply too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the mortal soldiery—even Dark Angels present failed to react. It was as if they had not even processed what this older warrior had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their minds held only a single thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're doomed. It's a stranger in a black cloak. The holy and great Savior didn't come!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the morale that had surged on the rumor of \"the Savior's descent\" dropped straight down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle-fury that had spread over the field vanished, and a faint dejection began to seep out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one cheered the Lion's return, nor offered any words. It was as if he had simply shown up. Oh well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion stood there, at a loss for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scalp tingled. This might be the most awkward entrance of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the galaxy truly forgotten the First Legion's master, the Lion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his own gene-sons failed to recognize him?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sorrow pricked him then. He had not thought a legend could fall so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, a being without prestige cannot accomplish anything. No warrior will follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they are mastered, the proud will never obey orders, and there is no hope of winning a great war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the Emperor's own disaster had much to do with the long silence within the Imperial Palace, hidden from legions and war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers of ill omen, coupled with the Ruinous Powers' fomenting, had gnawed away at His prestige.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not quell the rebellious pride of his gene-sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Emperor still moved among the armies in those days, Horus would never have dared conceive rebellion. At his first stirrings, others would have pinned him to the deck—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—then thrashed him and offered him up to the Emperor in sworn loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is why the Savior labored so hard to craft atmosphere. To stay hidden and far from military command is perilous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the Emperor, no emperor dares such recklessness. And even then, Calamity forced His hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he could bear it, and Terra was besieged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior studied and absorbed the lesson in full. Each appearance he maintained sacred awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On every world, he arranged a celebration. He inspected mustering grounds on schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The manner of descent shapes image and morale, and forges prestige. It keeps him in view—irregularly, but in the vision of Imperial officials and warriors, aloft over the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prestige, and deterrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides that, he put more propaganda engines to work to mold his image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, as prestige ebbed, who could keep the high-born warriors in line?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even courtiers and administrators of the palaces would hatch unworthy thoughts, and the xenos and Chaotic foe would grow ever more brazen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now the Savior's prestige blazed like a noon-star, an inviolable golden body. Few dared even think of assassinating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A delighted voice came from across the way—Grand Preacher Saffo, the first to grasp the truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the God-Emperor, our Dark Angels' gene-sire, the Lion, has returned!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Dark Angels' inner circles there had long circulated a prophecy: their Primarch would soon awaken and return to the Imperium. Now, seeing the Lion with his own eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saffo knew the prophecy had unfolded into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Lion, without doubt. Though older than the portraits suggested, that posture and that aura were inimitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, at the instant he saw him, there was a subtle sense of blood calling to blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had only been swept up in the fever of \"the Savior's descent,\" and so overlooked the signs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels rallied, performing ancient rites to offer honor to their gene-sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gene-sons thrilled at their Primarch's return, and morale ticked back upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It arrested the slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Lion keenly sensed that even now they were not as excited for him as they had been for the Savior. There was a gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stung, if only a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, at least his gene-sons had not, like the Fallen, run off wholesale to the Savior's banner. That offered him a sliver of comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion was close to growing a complex over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sweep of its wings, the Bloodthirster hopped down from the top of the colossal structure and slammed into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks of molten rock splashed wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It returned to the field, full of swagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a hint of glee and scorn: \"Hahahaha—by the Blood God, it is not the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That roar, carried far, drew howls of joy from the daemons, as if victory were already in their grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as it wasn't the Savior, anything was negotiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if, in the human Imperium, aside from the Savior, nothing else was worth a damn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Lion and the Dark Angels, that raucous cheer was salt in the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could not be helped. The daemons' fear of the Savior was simply too strong; the rumor of his arrival had rattled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that it wasn't him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like hearing \"the Cursed One\" had come for their heads and then seeing it was Guilliman without his holy blade—an utter pushover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they not be thrilled?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in behaving so, the daemons made the Lion feel the gulf between Primarch and Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This has to change…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's thought hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore off the black cloak and bared the heavy, scarred panoply of a Primarch, laced with dark-tech relics and plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cut a formidable figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had realized his problem: his prestige was lacking. If he did not fix it, no one would be easy to lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one way now—find a foe strong enough and make of it a pillar for his renown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Khornate Greater Daemon before him was the perfect target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am not the Savior. But I am more than enough to make you repent in pain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion did not ignite the blade's power field. He actually sheathed the sword and advanced bare-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would crush this profane thing in a way no one could forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know you—an Imperial Primarch. A decent opponent. Your head is mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newly ascended into the top ranks, the Bloodthirster bellowed and lunged. A colossal fist came hammering down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels watching held their breath. The size difference was obscene; their gene-sire wasn't half as tall as the daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Lion did not evade. He clenched his fist and swung to meet it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knuckles like piledrivers collided, striking a fountain of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure wave kicked up dust, even peeled tin plates from nearby walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Im… impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster stared, eyes wide. The Lion had stopped his punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Primarch shouldn't take his punch head-on. He knew this from experience; decades ago, he had floored another Primarch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman of the Ultramarines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the Primarch's prodigious capacity to recover—to get up again and again, and then to reclaim the holy blade of the Cursed One—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—he'd have killed him already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stronger now than then. Yet a full-force blow had been stopped?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unwilling to accept it, he hurled another punch. The air tore; to Astartes eyes, only a red smear remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for ordinary mortals, they could not even register it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had ripped past the limits of their eyeballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the air quaked, the Bloodthirster's pupils pin-pricked. The Lion had caught his fist again—this time, with an open palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not strong enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion let a cold smile slip, squeezed, and pulverized the brass gauntlet—trapping the daemon's fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could not withdraw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a savage kick. The daemon flew, smashed into the superstructure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels' spirits surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dread Bloodthirster had been swatted down so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die, die, die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon's rage spiked; red fire wreathed him as he drew a blood-axe for a killing sweep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal pillars of the colossal edifice popped like foam; a touch, and they were dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gale of axe-edges all but encircled the Lion, as if the next breath would see him severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still used no weapon. He watched his foe, unblinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer leaned only on brute strength and stubbornness. He now held another weapon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute—that guy—could attend to dozens of things at once and finish them at a pace beyond human. It made him a superb logistician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it is for that very reason that, as a warrior, he was merely passable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least among Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not put all of himself into a single matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not focused enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that daily dig at that annoying fellow out of the way, the Lion poured all his attention into the enemy before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped like a man at leisure, sliding through the blood-axe's arcs—and paid the daemon back with sledgehammer blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere seconds the Bloodthirster's frame was bitten in a dozen places. Even the brass war-plate lay in tatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion had torn it apart bare-handed. What terrible strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last the daemon felt fear. It tried to turn and run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late. More blows came, like a storm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single minute later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels saw the Lion's silhouette emerge. He dragged the Bloodthirster's broken carcass behind him; the shattered superstructure collapsed with a long roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sight to sear the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before their eyes, the Lion tossed the daemon's remains like trash. Its wings were torn, its limbs twisted to unnatural angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It said enough of the Lion's might. He had crippled a high-ranking Bloodthirster with his bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the gasping abomination, the Lion said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell your fellow blasphemers this: the Lion shelters Vostonia. No matter how many you send, your fate is annihilation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing there was no escape, the Bloodthirster choked out its last words in fear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ke-ke-ke… how laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Chaos hosts are almost here. You cannot protect this place. Not even the Savior can. Slaughter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let them come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion did not so much as twitch. He stamped and crushed the daemon's skull, banishing it back to the Hells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before the Dark Angels could celebrate their gene-sire's destruction of a great foe, the stench of the Warp thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Chaos troops were descending. Colossal daemon engines and fresh burning hordes were tearing one line after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They butchered every living thing they could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human beings howled in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the trenches—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Astra Militarum trooper, half mutated, trembled and prayed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great Emperor, please save us helpless lambs…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes the Chaotic tide rolled on. Daemon engines flicked aside roaring super-heavy tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing looked able to stand in the way of that evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, we no longer have the manpower to hold them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Preacher spoke in anguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gene-sire had just crushed the Bloodthirster like an avalanche.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was heartening, but a shortage of bodies is a problem no single blade can solve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if their gene-sire is all but unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not worry. We will annihilate these daemons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion seemed untroubled, and said so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words shocked the Dark Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Proscribed units are in position. Prepare to counter-attack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion offered no long explanation—only one command after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice made one feel safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation the Dark Angels believed. The Lion had just proved his words were not empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could shelter his gene-sons and humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"God-Emperor, the Kalist System is saved. The Vostonia Subsector is saved…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Preacher Saffo murmured in his heart. Their gene-sire's return had brought a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the Savior, they could defeat the foul abominations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion gazed at the horizon, at the black mass of the Chaos horde rolling in like a tsunami ten meters high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought, silently: \"What the Savior cannot do, let me do. I, the Lion, will shelter Vostonia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father… I can guard the Imperium and mankind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had his orders gone out than pillars of translation light flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People stared in wonder as one after another ugly, many-armed automaton and larger, forbidden battle-vehicles appeared along the lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malign shape of those machines alone made the daemons falter mid-charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were forbidden heirlooms of the dark-tech age, engines of consummate slaughter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Extinction Automata Corps.\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>",3014,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","8e9cd617a073ca21988db839aed1b8c20ba080c5aca7ff6330f7d48906eb431e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-600","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-598",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]