[{"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-636":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},1681527,2147,"Chapter 636 637: Perturabo. The Imperium Will Witness the Lord of Iron’s Mechanical Tide!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-636",636,"\u003Cp>\"My brother, please… don't be too late…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman fought to resist the corrupting Slaaneshi influence, forcing the thought through clenched resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not hold on much longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he finally understood what it felt like to be targeted by a Chaos God. It was almost impossible to withstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he understood why Horus had fallen under the Ruinous Powers' temptations. If Guilliman had been in Horus' position, he doubted he would have lasted long either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No primarch could endure sustained, high-intensity corruption for long, unless he had never stepped into a Chaos God's trap in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is Eden able to endure prolonged corruption within a Slaaneshi illusion?\" Guilliman thought, awe rising even through the haze. \"What kind of will is that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Ultramar, the Avenging Son, the Emperor's loyal son, found himself admiring his brother more and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not merely bodily temptation. It was a hook sunk into the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if one removed the relevant organs and hormones, it would not stop the mind from generating those strange, invasive impulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And controlling one's thoughts was even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden has endured Slaanesh's corrosion in his sleep for so long and still persisted. That alone proves a will of iron.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And it proves the unyielding spirit of humanity!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman shoved Yvraine away with visible effort, his expression hardening as he resisted the rot creeping through his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had once spoken to him about his own situation, and about the long legend of resisting Slaanesh. He had admitted how difficult it was to defy the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same unbreakable will now steadied Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teeth clenched, he rejected the surging seduction and corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As the Lord of Ultramar, as the Emperor's loyal son, I cannot fall behind my brother by so much. I cannot become a disgrace among primarchs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, this illusion contained far more than Yvraine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were Ecclesiarchy \"saints,\" T'au Ethereals, Necrons, Greenskins, Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also countless Daemonettes, and a menagerie of obscene, malformed beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grotesque carnival of the galaxy and the warp all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stared at the mixture of beauty, monstrosity, and stench, then drew a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he fell the way Fulgrim had, if he \"did something\" with any of these things…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would lose all authority, all glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only shame would remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a miserable end…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder those who had fallen into a Greater Daemon's pleasure-illusion and still escaped either refused to speak of it, or only spoke in vague fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Official records were the same. They offered only warnings: maintain willpower, and if necessary, destroy one's endocrine organs to stay lucid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They declared Slaaneshi illusions the most dangerous and hardest-to-resist corruption. They demanded a ruthless purification of Imperial morals to reduce contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could any warrior speak openly of such an experience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was humiliation beyond endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man would be mocked for a lifetime by his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the Inquisition would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Guilliman faced the Prince of Excess's illusion itself. If he ever escaped, he would bury this memory forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must learn from Eden. I must reject every temptation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman swore it in his heart, gathering what remained of his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a colder thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That traitor would be recording this, wouldn't he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He absolutely would.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman shuddered, dread sharpening his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That traitor was shamed by Eden's recording. He will take revenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he will use the same method on me. If I fail to hold on, I will suffer humiliation I cannot endure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mere image of that final, world-ending social death made him feel sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I become that… perhaps death would be the best outcome…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a shame even Fulgrim might not be able to bear, let alone an Imperial legend like Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brother,\" Fulgrim's voice slid into the illusion, warm as poison. \"Accept it. If you do, perhaps we can become battle-brothers again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once you embrace the Prince of Excess's gift, you will understand how… exquisite it all is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, Fulgrim had blended into the illusion's throng, speaking with an almost encouraging gentleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also shaping the atmosphere, turning it into something that raised chills along Guilliman's skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor,\" Guilliman demanded, throat dry, inching closer to the throne as if distance itself might be a shield. \"What are you trying to do?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, Guilliman was bound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the illusion, he had no weapon, no armour, no battle to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never felt panic like this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something in him tightened with cold alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his return, Guilliman had heard rumours of what Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children had done after their fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gatherings. Ritual \"celebrations.\" Things nobody wanted to imagine too clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could say what Fulgrim might attempt here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden, Khan, Lion, when are you coming?\" Guilliman pleaded silently, the thought ragged with urgency. \"Brother… I can't hold much longer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never wanted rescue so badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He missed his brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the illusion, Fulgrim's expression turned playful as he watched the Lord of Ultramar like a predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So close to the profane footage he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, countless gemstones rose into the sky above the duelling arena, a full million of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arranged themselves into an array, all linked to the central stone of black-and-gold turbulence, glowing with strange light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Maugetar Stone's siphoning formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hypocrite,\" Fulgrim murmured, staring at the forming array with hungry delight. \"This was prepared for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is several times stronger than the formation that once siphoned Perturabo's authority.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once I take your power, I will become the Prince of Excess's most favoured. I will sit upon His throne, not forever beneath it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim was nearly trembling with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might not have been the strongest of the primarchs, but he had always been among the most dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could take victories through traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he had \"defeated\" Ferrus, Perturabo, and Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Savior would fall here too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And when Kairos' data-corruption ritual is complete,\" Fulgrim whispered, \"I will spread the last century's profane footage of you across the PsyNet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will lose your dignity. The Imperium's people will spit on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagining it made Fulgrim smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman already found this kind of shame unbearable. The hypocrite cared even more about his image. His suffering would be exquisite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's accumulated prestige and terror would collapse in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim could almost see it: the Savior discovering his humiliation circulating across the PsyNet, furious and humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the Savior's psychic network would become a pipeline for Slaaneshi contagion, rotting the Imperium from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment was drawing close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until then, Fulgrim intensified Guilliman's torment and temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suffering would continue until the Savior arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn you!\" Guilliman snarled, suddenly shoving away a Greenskin who looked, disturbingly, almost presentable by Greenskin standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was teetering on the edge of social death, his whole mind numb with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost his will and the footage emerged, and then those \"little videos\" with Greenskins spread…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a vicious method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, would he have any choice but to hide in the warp and pretend to be dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman remembered the bold words he had spoken before entering this duelling arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he regretted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It really was better to fight at Eden's side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his brother believed those bold words and decided not to come?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now there was nothing to do but endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even under torture and corruption at once, he would not submit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calisde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, the Chaos energy around the outer perimeter of the daemon-palace surged into violent turbulence, threaded with the roar of machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shimmering warp rift opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal four-legged fortress-engine stepped through, as if a factory had grown limbs and learned to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A manufactorum-world structure, infected and \"living\" under a mechanical plague. Even while moving, it continued producing Chaos machines without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came more howling gears, more screaming engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tide of corrupted war-machines arrived, packed so densely they seemed endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some resembled twisted humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More resembled armoured beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All carried lethal weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their assault was overwhelming. They smashed the Dark Angels' defensive line almost instantly, even suppressing the firepower of Imperial relic-machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even massive Dreadnoughts were torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Warlord Titan was dragged down and ripped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can't stop the mechanical tide!\" Lazarus, Master of the Dark Angels' Fifth Company, stared at the oncoming storm, his entire body trembling. \"Request immediate reinforcement!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This pressure was worse than anything he had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt even more terrifying than the Lion's own forbidden battle-automata formations had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor…\" the Dark Angels Techmarine whispered, eyes widening with horror. \"That's Excindio technology.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord of Iron is using Men of Iron techniques from the Dark Age of Technology. He's mass-producing Chaos engines!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a member of the Inner Circle, the Techmarine could recognise the structure at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo had not recreated true Excindio in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had replicated key principles, then fused them with Chaos forge-tech until they became even more deranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon primarch who mastered technology had been silent for ten thousand years, building a hoard of warped machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he had finally unleashed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels' line shattered like paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the war he had dreamed of since his ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ocean of savage, terrifying war-engines, grinding everything in their path into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long can we hold?\" Lazarus forced himself to breathe, demanding an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This force had been positioned on a flank. It was not supposed to bear the main burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Lord of Iron had struck from the side with a force beyond imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed to hold until Eden's forces arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At this rate, at most one third of a Terran hour,\" the adjutant reported after scanning the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the enemy numbers are still rising. Our holding time will shorten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And more importantly…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord of Iron himself may arrive at any moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he finished speaking, a shockwave of Chaos energy erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clarity of that psychic pressure, the suffocating presence behind it, snapped every Dark Angel's attention upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast, heavy figure emerged from the rift, stepping onto the platform of the moving Chaos-factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a gigantic warhammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power radiated from him like gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cables ran from the back of his skull into his thick armour, making him look like an iron beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electric pulses crackled outward from his frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, almost every Chaos engine on the field roared, as if its machine-spirit had been whipped into frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more effective than any Mechanicus binharic hymn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment that armoured giant appeared, the Dark Angels knew who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch of the Iron Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hammer of Olympia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his arrival, the Iron Warriors' main force surged in behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flood of artillery fire blanketed the Dark Angels' positions, hammering them so hard they could barely raise their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Great Crusade, the Iron Warriors had been the Imperium's premier siege-breakers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not merely \"good at grinding.\" They were built for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their firepower had always been brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They loved saturation bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, having fallen to Chaos, freed from Imperial restraints, and able to build ever more horrific war-machines, their barrage became monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shells and beams covered every strongpoint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defence line shook, close to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the shielded defensive emplacements Eden had supplied, this position would already have fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium has decayed,\" Perturabo said, voice calm despite his beastlike silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is I who have become stronger. Stronger than I was during the Great Crusade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The false Emperor will learn what an error he made. He will regret his stupidity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo did not rant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not foam with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hammer with the steadiness of a craftsman lifting a tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that simple motion, he signalled the beginning of slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal beam lanced from the moving Chaos-factory's primary gun, striking a god-engine ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast shattered the Titan's void shields, then punched into the chassis and detonated it from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Titan died in a blooming cataclysm of metal and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The destruction crushed morale across the Dark Angels' line, feeding fear like fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the walking factory had produced firepower even more terrifying than \"general cannons\" on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no defending against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Perturabo, it was nothing special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technology was as natural to him as breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the Mechanicus pursued with a lifetime of prayer and blood, he could grasp with a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Eden's innovations, given enough data, could be learned, copied, and then twisted further with darker science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only a little over a hundred years,\" Perturabo thought, \"and the galaxy has already seen a technological revival.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a pity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because soon, it will all become mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was interested in the Savior's new technologies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not merely for advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to relieve the boredom of immortality, and to construct even more terrifying Chaos engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the PsyNet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could seize even one core node engine, he could build an equivalent network for Chaos tech-priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could cultivate machine-life of his own, feeding it massive computational power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that would be the most perfect experiment of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior would discover, too late, that his advantage could be surpassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lion's sons are still just as disappointing,\" Perturabo said, watching the Dark Angels struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No improvement at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wasting the Dark Age relics the false Emperor left them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo shook his head, contemptuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, more than anyone, possessed knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, more than anyone, mastered the craft of iron and war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet the false Emperor had given those forbidden relics to Lion El'Jonson and his Legion instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that not fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of Perturabo's talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A prohibition against deeper mechanical research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors reduced to consumable tools of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was stupidity, and it was insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's heavy armour, the Logos, flared with violent electrical pulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An internal command architecture linked into more units, more machines, more guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began actively controlling the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he became a legion's data-core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living computation engine sustained by a primarch's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's command art was nothing compared to the Lord of Iron's control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only could Perturabo coordinate artillery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could regulate the temperature of the guns themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his direction, the Iron Warriors moved like a precision instrument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With ruthless, exacting firepower, they shattered the Dark Angels' defence line in rapid sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom, boom, boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Imperial Emperor, violent artillery thundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From even farther away, the roar of Chaos engines rolled like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stood on the observation deck, but his eyes were on the data-slate in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reviewed a high-priority report from the network purification department.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A forbidden virtual clip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Guilliman's got spring fever too, huh. Getting up to that kind of thing with the Emissary of Ynnead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Guilliman was trapped in a Slaaneshi illusion snare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Guilliman not stepping into a trap would have been the surprising outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hope he can hold out until we pinpoint the arena's exact coordinates. And I have no idea whether there's a Maugetar Stone there…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resisting Slaanesh was notoriously difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden ran into that kind of illusion, he suspected he would have been unable to hold out long before charging forward without shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what if it was a Tyranid 'bug-girl'?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wasn't worried about corruption for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was worried Guilliman wouldn't last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it came to hauling Guilliman back from Slaanesh's grasp, that would be almost impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Fulgrim and Perturabo seem to have some kind of grudge,\" Eden muttered. \"Maybe I can use that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled, killed the data-slate's display, and looked toward the distant Chaos battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Emperor was moving at high speed toward the Dark Angels' war zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had requested aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden needed to resolve Perturabo, that \"helpful netizen,\" that prickly contrarian, as fast as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could bring him back, it would be an enormous boon to humanity's technological future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, then it would have to be physical destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an enemy, Perturabo might be more dangerous than any other fallen primarch.\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>",2768,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","6fe194e72741cb2ee9e92d83a01486a88b3246f5e4f59a832aebee492680e5d0","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-637","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-635",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]