[{"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-632":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},1681523,2147,"Chapter 632 633 – A Grudge of Ten Millennia, and a Helpful Online Friend I’ve Never Met","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-632",632,"\u003Cp>\"How is this possible?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim stared at Guilliman, now wrapped up in the Chaotic array, and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met the Primarch of Ultramar's gaze, saw the fighting spirit blazing in his eyes, and realized the man actually looked even more excited than he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Phoenix could not process it for a moment. His gaze shifted back to the Savior, and he saw that Eden was completely unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hypocrite didn't trigger the trap… Guilliman did!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can that be? Was this not a trap set specifically for the Savior by the Changer of Ways? How did it target the wrong man?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By all normal logic, this Chaotic array had been jointly set up by the Prince of Pleasure and the Changer of Ways, a special trap aimed at the Savior alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Savior should have been able to trigger it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should not have responded to any other Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the trap had been prematurely activated by the Primarch of Ultramar and shifted onto him instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a major error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the warp, foul energies boiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deceiver, did you weave a lie into Pleasure's design?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, flew into a rage and lashed an unspeakable whip toward the crystal labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whip, woven from pure ecstatic corruption, was horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The labyrinth shook and shuddered. Countless crystal mirrors shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pink mist surged everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultists and daemons of Tzeentch alike, without distinction, immediately began doing unspeakable things to each other on the spot, their minds taking massive damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure was roaring at the master of the labyrinth, convinced that the other god had gone abstract again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Slaanesh's eyes, the Changer of Ways had sabotaged their cooperation with a con, deliberately messing things up so the Savior could slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The root of that fury lay in the price paid for this trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninefold Chaotic array and the entire killing plan had been funded with Slaanesh's own stockpile of belief and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways had merely provided the sorcerous schematics, essentially \"technology,\" and charged a premium for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constructing a trap that could suppress warp-nature was not easy. It touched on the operating rules of divine authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It required pouring in vast resources to build isolation walls strong enough to sever a soul's link to the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the Savior's soul, the Prince of Pleasure had grit his teeth and paid, donating a vast quantity of ecstatic power and faith to build the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, at the exact moment of activation, the target was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the array managed to kill the Primarch of Ultramar and take his soul, that soul could not be compared to the Savior's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Slaanesh's view, this was no different from throwing that power down a well. A catastrophic, blood-soaked loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Prince of Pleasure vented fury on the crystal labyrinth, both demanding answers and exacting payback from the Changer of Ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have never deceived Pleasure. At least, this time I did not. There is no hidden lie in the array.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways strained to hold off the whip of ecstatic power. The crow-face was already swollen, each welt from the lashes clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled slightly as He continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For ten thousand years, I have never been this 'honest.' All to construct the most perfect stratagem and trap, to remove that Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Changer of Ways, the Savior had become a true mortal threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had spawned too many variables, and his fate was infuriatingly difficult to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The god might delight in the changes the Savior brought, but the reality was that the galaxy was slowly returning to order. Trust was being rebuilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a Great Rebel and god of conspiracies, this was lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the Savior's existence, His losses had already far exceeded His gains, and they were still mounting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under those circumstances, no god so threatened would lace a critical capture operation with gratuitous twists or self-sabotage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it simply, the Changer amused Himself by playing games with unimportant plans where losses didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to removing the Savior, such \"clever tricks\" were too costly. He would not do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, He had schemed with unprecedented seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord of Pleasure, I am examining what has happened and how destiny was twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There may yet be a chance to salvage this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways endured the scourging without striking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that Slaanesh was merely venting rage. If He retaliated, it could escalate into open war between the Palace of Pleasure and the crystal labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, what He wanted most was to know what had gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From His perspective, the array targeting the wrong victim was akin to a long-running program suddenly showing an unknown error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to locate the faulty module, patch it, and once again seize control of the Savior's fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While holding off Slaanesh's incursion, He combed through the fate-threads tied to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But disturbingly, He found nothing. The fate-threads were flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That only deepened His unease. The problem clearly existed, yet could not be located.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like everyone knowing there was a bug in the code, but no one being able to find it, and the program still running smoothly regardless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's fate was even more complex than expected, or some higher-dimensional power had intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result: the Savior could not be locked onto, could not be defined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… I will uncover all your secrets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, the Changer of Ways was truly angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plunged headlong into the jungle of fate-threads, seeking deeper layers to probe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This failure was a bitter defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had finally taken something seriously, and the Savior had still made Him lose so completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, the Changer's form vanished from the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stepped into a special region of the warp, in search of further secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the outskirts of the daemon palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nine-layered Chaotic array still spun, filth answering filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient, twisted runes birthed droves of eye-studded tendrils, snaking toward both Guilliman and the Fallen Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like the fortune-changing ritual actually did something… or Old G's causality of 'always late and always stepping on the trap' is just too absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is, after all, a man who can arrive late even with pre-emptive teleportation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the array's evolution, Eden could not help thinking, \"Clearly, bringing my brother Guilliman along was absolutely the right call.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had come alone this time, he would probably have walked straight into the Changer's trap, had his warp-nature suppressed, and then been beaten half to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was safe. Guilliman, his brother, would take it on the chin for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the main purpose of this array was to restrict warp-nature and weaken its chosen prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a warp-blind like Guilliman, the damage was not nearly as severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had rejected his warp-nature long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought purely on the strength of his physical form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that angle, having such power without relying on the warp put Guilliman at a very high level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most other Primarchs drew on their warp-nature to some extent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that, judging from recent centuries of battlefield results, it was hard to reconcile that image with Guilliman supposedly being \"very strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaotic array progressed to a new stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unknown rule descended, probing Guilliman in an attempt to clamp down on his warp essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hiccupped, stuck for a moment, as if the runtime conditions did not exist, forcing the code to choke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the rule vanished, while the array remained, spewing out a fresh tide of eye-studded tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These tendrils seemed capable of isolating the two Primarchs and blocking outside attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoomph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ignited the holy flames of the Sword of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred fire scorched the air and filled it with the scent of unguents and blessed oils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not hack at the Fallen Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he turned his gaze to the Primarch of Ultramar, equally bound by the eye-tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We cut the tendrils and get my brother out first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung the blazing holy blade down into the obscene cords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a red-hot knife slicing into butter. A host of eye-tentacles were severed at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion and the others joined in, launching their own attacks on the tendrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to clear the mess away and pull Guilliman out of the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time they cut the tentacles, more sprouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if their number truly was infinite. No matter how many they destroyed, it was never enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the array's third phase began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space rippled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They found it increasingly difficult not only to attack the tendrils, but even to make contact with those inside the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's spatial translation. Roboute is going to be sent to some very dangerous place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion slashed with the Lion Sword like a knight at the charge, hacking down one giant tendril after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His keen instincts felt the warp-translation, and his blows came faster and harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between strikes, he glanced anxiously at the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Eden, do you have a way to save that annoying bastard?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his agitation, the Lion let slip his true private nickname for Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might find Guilliman insufferable, but it was the annoyance of a brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not want that brother dragged off to some unknown Chaotic realm, or into certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Changer's array is fully active now. It's practically impossible to stop, unless we can destroy this world in a very short time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's expression was grim. He had also understood how dangerous the array was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its foundation was tightly coupled to Kalisde itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To break the array, they would have to obliterate the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Changer's malice in its purest form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside whether he, as Emperor and Savior of Mankind, could even bring himself to give such an order,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there would still be the problem of retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now even orbital fire couldn't punch down through the ritual shell. Destroying the planet would take even more time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, they had no way to prevent the array from functioning. They could only stand and watch it run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was probably why the Fallen Phoenix had been so arrogant earlier. He had been sure he had the Savior dead to rights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, the victim was Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers, save your strength. There's no point burning ourselves out on this. You'll need your power for the enemy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound by the eye-tentacles and barely able to move, Guilliman had understood the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So had Eden. His voice was solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From here on, you'll be on your own, brother. That bastard will have set up layer after layer of assaults for you in there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen enough of the array to understand what the final output would be:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a kind of dueling arena that suppressed warp-nature,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one-way targeting, open only to Chaotic horrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what the gods and the Fallen Phoenix had wanted: to drag Eden inside and thrash him with every possible advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, it would be lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, I have waited ten thousand years for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chance to take revenge on Fulgrim and wipe away my shame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's voice held no fear, only iron resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will did not waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter how many enemies stand in my way, no matter how great the danger, nothing will extinguish my fighting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will seize that traitor and bring back the relic you desire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good man. I believe in you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was still trying to batter his way toward the Fallen Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added, after a beat, changing the tone slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor is already working on decoding the array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you find yourself facing something you truly can't withstand, do everything you can to stay alive and wait for rescue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, frankly, concerned about Old G's combat output. It was a deeply ingrained prejudice at this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman did not overthink it. He took it simply as his brother's concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident that his strength was no longer what it had once been, that he could wash away his disgrace and bring back the relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman strode toward the Fallen Phoenix, aura blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come, you pitiful wretch. Let us finish the battle that has dragged on for ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, I will claim the final victory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it… damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My most exquisite master, release me from this array! My opponent is the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim, by contrast, struggled harder than Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted out even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His original plan had been to use the array to cut the loyal Primarchs away from Eden, creating a dueling ground just for himself and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would slowly torture and defeat Eden, becoming the most dazzling existence in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now everything had changed. It was all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the array, his assigned opponent was the man who used to be his punching bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like being knocked out of the main event and forced to hand the chance to kill the Savior over to his corrupted brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, beating Guilliman again under such stacked conditions would be meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be using this kind of overkill setup to fight his old whipping boy. That was a humiliation in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim's face collapsed. His psyche was crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when he realized the Savior had stopped paying him any attention at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the emotional equivalent of going to the second floor of the bathhouse, gritting your teeth to pay for the most spectacular top girl on the list…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only to have someone's auntie walk in instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the supremely vain, narcissistic Fallen Phoenix, the former punching bag Guilliman was that auntie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shame was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… I am the Savior's true opponent. It should be me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim's features twisted, like someone being forced at knifepoint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrieked in a high, ragged voice as he clawed at the tendrils binding him, forcing himself toward Eden, trying to grab hold of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's that noise, a kettle boiling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood without moving, ignoring the Fallen Phoenix completely and thereby humiliating him even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already figured out the array's rules and knew Fulgrim had no way to break free now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor could he attack Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Fallen Phoenix got anywhere close, the air split open behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More tendrils erupted from the cracks and dragged him into the unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the arena he had so carefully prepared for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor, you won't escape!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Guilliman did not hesitate for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped all resistance, closed his eyes, and let the array work, allowing it to pull him into the dueling ground as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he heard voices from beyond the tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes and saw the Savior and the others looking on in puzzlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then realized he was still standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of Ultramar was dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old G, why are you still here? Don't tell me you can resist even the Changer's array?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the immovable Guilliman in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the warp-blind really that resistant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, space fractured behind Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mass of eye-tentacles erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden understood at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So it's just a delay. He's going in after Fulgrim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman causality. Checks out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When this duel is done, I will return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman met his brothers' eyes with a firm look, then turned and walked toward the rift of his own accord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, it was all wind-in-the-pines and heroes going to their fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch… this is really not the time to be setting flags, is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched his brother's dramatic posture and felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like the man was about to never come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old G!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought struck him and he suddenly shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled the Sword of the Emperor with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his brother was going to plunge into a dragon's lair, it was better to send him in with the Emperor's own relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman caught the holy blade, and before he could say anything, the rift swallowed him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground under his feet vanished with him, as if something had simply swallowed it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope the Emperor, the little mare, and the high-grade psyker mentors can crack that array quickly…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned slightly as he watched his brother disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, they needed to open a way to send in a stretcher team. Or some route for a rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not entirely at ease about his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the flare of warp-power that followed shattered his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and saw a colossal Chaotic engine-fortress looming before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed his never-met \"helpful online friend\" had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would have to deal with that first, then go looking for Old G and the Fallen Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknown warp-region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dazzling dueling arena reeking of ecstatic hell stretched out in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every seat was packed with Chaotic spectators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Fallen Phoenix's masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just building it had consumed billions of daemons, and its galleries were choked with jewels, artworks, and every manner of humanoid decoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of the most luxurious dueling arenas in all the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this fuss for one purpose:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to fight his chosen opponent on the perfect stage and execute him there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Chaos' home ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaotic audience sat forward in excitement, waiting for the duel the whole warp had come to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +30 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 300 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2974,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","14afc41583f5c7cc787c9af006d1b0ff01d754b7695c7815452cf3d871057356","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-633","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-631",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]