[{"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-609":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},1681500,2147,"Chapter 609 610 – The Saviour: Old Man Emperor, I’d Like to Borrow a Bit of Your Dark-Side Power!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-609",609,"\u003Cp>Not only Khorne the Blood God, but the other Chaos Powers as well were pouring out their evil-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were using it to win back the Chaos worshippers in this region, trying to keep them from being poached by Diablo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Chaos Gods, these Chaos warriors were high-quality believers. They would not abandon them easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp-energy projected down into the area, splashing even more riotous colours across the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos worshippers could feel their gods' presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their great deities had answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That filled them with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt new strength and fury well up inside them, so they could answer the Ruinous Powers' gifts with counter-attacks of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The great one has not abandoned his faithful—he has answered our call…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arno, warrior of the Blood-Binders, Chaos Terminator, could feel the surge from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God had given him encouragement, urging him to keep fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he had to do was keep killing to earn that blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, war-fire lit up in Arno's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed himself back to his feet and no longer feared the Terror Warrior before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around him, more of Khorne's warriors were feeling the same, even managing to briefly stall the Terror Legion's charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple terms: Khorne and the other Chaos Powers were throwing out emergency subsidy-blessings, like a hit of divine stimulants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These \"evil-energy subsidies\" stoked the Chaos warriors' morale and kept them from being tempted into the arms of Diablo the King of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Powers' \"subsidy package\" was tremendously strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood for the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge of the Blood-Binders' flagship, Khorne's warriors managed to hold off the Terror Warriors forcing their way in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arno even managed to use his battered blood-axe to drive back the Terror Warrior in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memories of fear in his mind felt like they were being burned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, he had the power to control his own life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their warlord, the Chaos Lord, had received an even greater portion of favour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His four-metre-tall frame swelled, crimson and bloated, and the swings of his great axe whipped up storms of blood-wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal walls around him and the incoming bolt-rounds were all carved to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone, he held back the Terror Legion's elite, giving Khorne's warriors hope and shoring up their shattered faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power was approaching that of a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roooar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khorne's warriors will never bow! We will fight to the death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arno scrambled upright, raising his blood-axe and roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horn on his skull seemed sharper, his body flush with new strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood-Binders… still had a chance at victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very next second, the Chaos Terminator heard a tooth-aching shriek of tearing metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he felt a faint suction from above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—and saw a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge armour overhead had been ripped open in a massive breach, and a towering shadow descended through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of the Terror Legion—Dark Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With physical strength alone, that being had shredded three metres of alloy plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evil-flames flowing off his body were turning the surrounding metal into liquid, making it drip and run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mere presence brought a crushing wave of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howls and gunfire all across the bridge froze for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destroy that intruder!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Lord's heavily armoured bodyguard recovered first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned their linked heavy bolters on the descending Dark Prince, drenching him in a storm of massive shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy rounds slammed into his corded, sharply defined muscles and armour—and bounced off almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they did was kick out a few sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang-clang-clang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your firepower's too weak. What era do you think this is, still using low-end Imperial antiques like this? It's barely a tickle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't raise a single shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply walked forward into the storm of shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round after round fell away from him, molten and tumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even plasma shots hitting him in the face only left thin red marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poisonous grenades burst against his hands, and he just crushed them in his fist, the detonations washing over him without leaving a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the horror of his Chaos flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only high-grade melta weapons or power weapons could inflict any real damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under that overwhelming presence, the Chaos bodyguards felt real fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gave ground step by step as he advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, Eden had forced back a personal guard of hundreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single one of them was an elite Chaos warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shock of seeing them pushed back so easily rippled through all the other Chaos troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood for the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the bodyguards found they had nowhere left to retreat to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shame burned in them, and—spurred on by Khorne's energy—they swung their power axes and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, their attacks posed no threat at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a casual sweep of his wings and molten iron tail, Eden swatted them aside one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They smashed into walls and machinery and did not rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Invader, die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Lord seized the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt in, great axe descending with all his might toward the Dark Prince, the leader of these Chaos raiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backed by his god's gifts, this high lord of Khorne was unleashing power that almost reached a Primarch's level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, the Chaos Lord's eyes lit up with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hit the Dark Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe had slammed into the invader's chest, bit through the armour, and sunk deep into his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a Chaos warrior, that was a grave wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should be afraid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, the Chaos Lord saw the Dark Prince's expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no pain there at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realising the danger, he tried to yank his axe back and retreat—but found he couldn't move the weapon at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wrapped his hand around the haft and pulled it free from his own chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he gave a small tug—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And simply tore the weapon out of the Chaos Lord's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other man's veins bulged, then went slack, leaving him staring stupidly at his empty fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had no interest in Chaos artefacts. He tossed the axe aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Chaos Lord's terrified gaze, Eden raised his fist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The punch hit with a howling gale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like watching a Warlord Titan shoulder-check the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Lord slammed into the bulkhead and vanished into it, panels buckling inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire bridge shook from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One single punch was enough to cripple him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped up in front of the Chaos Lord's half-buried form, looking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and clamped a hand around his throat, lifting him until their eyes were level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're too weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bend the knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Offer exalted worship to Diablo the Destroyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll gain more power than this—enough that you won't be pathetically flattened by a single punch from me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's gaze was icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice crackled like a hellish blaze, flecks of fire spitting out with every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was canvassing for his own shadow-identity, Diablo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos Lord of this class would be a fine addition to the Terror Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better, he'd be stealing him directly from Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice the satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor was this an isolated case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same scene was playing out in many other places—dozens of Chaos warbands were struggling under the Terror Legion's assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Lord thrashed in his grip, roaring out a refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he rejected submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rejected Diablo's power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was… strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, when faced with such irresistible strength, a Chaos warrior would choose to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were Chaos Marines, not daemons bound in slavery to a god, and warbands devouring one another was nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see. So the Blood God and his friends have finally stepped in…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's psychic senses caught the shift in the background and he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne and the other Chaos Powers had realised that his shadow-identity, Diablo, was poaching their followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they had begun pouring in their own evil-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy they projected into the area was diluting Diablo's aura of terror and actively squeezing out his influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple terms, Khorne and the others were now counter-attacking his move to seize Chaos worship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had finally understood the concept of \"discounted blessings\"—running a sale on evil-energy and \"raising wages\" for their followers, lowering the bar for boons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were even teaming up to shut him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment, in the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A war of gods was quietly exploding in the medium of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Led by the Blood God, the Chaos Powers were each projecting different amounts of evil-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At incredible speed, they were driving out Diablo's presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For a brute, the Blood God's pretty quick on the uptake. I'd bet this was the Changer of Ways' idea…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed of their response caught Eden off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected Khorne and the others to burn this much power so fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost this war of belief, his plan to absorb Chaos warriors and expand the Terror Legion might collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, it could damage Diablo's power itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If countless Chaos warriors watched the King of Terror's might crumble under the Chaos Gods' assault—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage to Diablo's reputation could be permanent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His standing would plummet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never again be seen as a peer of the Ruinous Powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how the Warp worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith and belief cut both ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods and worshippers shaped one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine beings had no way around that. They could only face it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant that the powers of the Warp were not truly omniscient or omnipotent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to endure the constant influence of their followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they did everything they could to keep their true selves hidden far behind the scenes, avoiding direct exposure to their worshippers whenever possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only way to keep their image from being warped too badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in critical moments, a god still had to step forward and defend their own image and concept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden himself—this still-developing Warp-god—was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his followers decided their god \"wasn't all that,\" then he really might not be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they collectively believed he was incredibly powerful—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would become just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classic example was the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through dogma and myth, the Ecclesiarchy had shaped Him into an invincible saviour who delivered all from suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection of all that belief into the Warp had forged the accursed one the daemons feared above all—the colossal Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another example was the Demon-Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's dark-side power had grown so much partly because the daemons feared the Demon-Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That faith-fear feedback had fed its growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Demon-Eater was not a god. Its room to grow was limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden had spun up another legend, crafting Diablo as a being on par with the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped to use that image to siphon worship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Diablo's backstory had to be that of a supreme god among the Warp-powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his \"tier\" was low from the very beginning, that would plant a concept deep in his followers' minds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Diablo was not a supreme power of the Warp at all, but something more like Be'lakor or Vashtorr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would cripple the shadow-identity's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never become truly mighty, never be able to wrestle with the Chaos Gods as an equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, with the Terror Legion and all kinds of myths feeding into him, Diablo's image had been growing clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beginning to take solid shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he'd picked a direct fight with the Chaos Gods, he absolutely could not afford to let Diablo's \"bigness\" collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the image and faith shattered, it would all crumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can't lose. No matter what…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eeden thought grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already feel the shift in how the Chaos warriors, the Terror Legion, and even humanity saw Diablo in this war-zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was even starting to drag down the Terror Warriors' overall morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, he was running out of gas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continuous evil-energy output had almost exhausted Diablo's faith-pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, under the combined pressure of the four native Ruinous Powers, his reserves were teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fabled \"big-spender god\" was about to be exposed as broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he did, he had to choose now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Eden drove Diablo to expend the last of his evil-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp, a towering, deep-red godlike figure with massive, crown-like curved horns—the projection of Diablo—appeared opposite the Chaos Powers' projections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the embodiment of terror and destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared a world-shaking challenge and hurled his remaining energy down toward the fleet-zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a final, unconditional subsidy—free blood-point packets for the Terror Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Khorne and the other Chaos Powers smiled in contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew this was Diablo's last gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, gritting their teeth, they threw down another wave of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also unconditional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mixed tide of energy even larger than Diablo's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war of belief grew even fiercer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Offer terror and destruction to Diablo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Warriors roared with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Chaos warriors could feel how Diablo blessed his followers—lavishly, without condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can this be… what is their god doing for them?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arno clenched the haft of his blood-axe, his heart trembling, a streak of envy flashing through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diablo lavished his faithful with power, giving freely and generously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Arno could feel that tremendous evil-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he couldn't help imagining…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that power descended on him—how wonderful it would be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a new surge of strength ripped through his body, sending his rage spiralling even higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Khorne's gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God was blessing his followers too, and more lavishly than Diablo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Invader, we will never bow to your god!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arno snarled, catching the Terror Warrior's blade on his axe and venting all his pent-up emotion in a roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Chaos warriors were doing the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were resisting the Terror Legion's aura and recruitment drive, refusing to worship Diablo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a good sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All right, all right, so we're doing an evil-energy subsidy price war now, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drew a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel his scalp starting to go numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diablo's evil-energy reserves were all but empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right on the edge of defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, he still had one more move—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could use his devouring aspect to steal a batch of dark-aspect power from the Emperor's shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his safety net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he had that, he still had a shot at turning this around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that case, they'd just start the hundred-billion-point subsidy war early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See who ran out first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp, under Eden's control, the shrunken Hope Sun stirred, turning its gaze toward the Emperor's Holy Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden sent a psychic message, urgently prodding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old man, I want to borrow some dark-side power to cover an emergency—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me as much as you can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, he'd never dared to do something this reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, he'd used his devouring power to sip a little of the Holy Sun's positive faith-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor would sometimes casually toss him lumps of faith to absorb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had never dared to touch the Emperor's dark aspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been afraid that much vast, black power would slam his own corruption progress bar forward too far, too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor hadn't fully gone over to the dark yet, but he did first, that would be a headache and a half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because until Diablo fully matured, Eden simply couldn't digest that much dark-aspect power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to output dark-aspect power, he needed appropriate channels and outlets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so few dark-side worshippers, he had no way to bless it outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't about to start pouring corrupting power into the Imperium's own warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor would kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Diablo had grown to a certain point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had enough Chaos followers under his banner, and he had run headfirst into a war of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he could finally try borrowing the Emperor's dark-aspect power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worst-case, he just burned all of it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No harm done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shortly after Eden sent out his \"loan request,\" the Holy Sun flared awake, ripples pulsing out in rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was wildly active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could feel thick waves of satisfaction in it—joy, excitement, a sense of finally, finally reaching this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man Emperor seemed… really worked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Sun edged back a little, uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sent another psychic ping, a bit sheepish:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me just say this first—I'm not going to borrow too much dark-side power, otherwise…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like taking out consumer credit, he had to think about his ability to accept and repay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borrow too much and he'd break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no desire to absorb too much faith-power either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would inflate his divine nature too quickly and push him too close to apotheosis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish sending the message, the Holy Sun's hidden, terrifying dark aspect surged like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hope Sun swelled violently under that dark infusion, its power skyrocketing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?!\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>",2889,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","ad31449a37528077aba85b11074b3ff703c772f958536ccd35b2da4736229166","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-610","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-608",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]