[{"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-639":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},1681530,2147,"Chapter 639 640: Savior: What Are You All Staring At? Get Over Here to Your Godfather’s Side!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-639",639,"\u003Cp>\"Forgive my bluntness, but what you just said sounded like a crude, boring joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I see on you is aristocratic indulgence and ignorance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo looked over the Savior's suit of armor, the kind of violently ostentatious \"flexing\" that screamed brute-force wealth, and he sneered as he shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from the armor alone, he could tell this man understood neither the beauty of mathematics nor the beauty of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your taste is even worse than that pathetic False Emperor's.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of disdain flashed through Perturabo's eyes. \"You only know how to decorate yourself with expensive, rare relics, and paint everything in blinding gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulgar. Hideous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head. He was not particularly angry. Instead, he explained seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is called pragmatism. You do not understand the value of doing it this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by appearances alone is a severe mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Savior and the Emperor of the Imperium, of course he had to be shining with gold. Gold was the most eye-catching element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, his public persona was the wealthy emperor. If he did not hang enough good things from head to toe, how would he demonstrate power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could the Imperium's warriors and citizens truly feel at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Imperium had been too impoverished. Many soldiers wore a single suit of armor for three generations. Only by letting them see, and personally feel, the Savior's abundance could he give them real hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the soldiers would know this much:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Follow the Savior into battle, and you will have everything you should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps once the Imperium revived and prospered, he could change styles, get a touch of refined elegance, then focus on civilization-building and economic growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, when even survival was uncertain, there was no room to talk about civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo sheathed his slender sword, adopting the posture of a scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to explain. You are merely of middle-tier education from the Loyal Scions Academy. You are not even as good as the most ordinary scholar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that case, any argument is meaningless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron was one of the most learned beings in the galaxy. Even on Holy Terra, he could have been counted among humanity's highest-order scholars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His learning spanned multiple disciplines. He would have been more than qualified to serve as the Loyal Scions Academy's headmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Savior's \"honorary dean\" status came with only a mid-level credential. In the Imperium's knowledge hierarchy, that was roughly an associate degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sucked in a quiet breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So he actually does credential discrimination. I am an honorary dean, for Throne's sake. Could he not at least give me that much face?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Eden understood why other primarchs disliked Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man probably looked down on people through his nostrils every day. Among the primarchs, almost none could match him in scholarship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a certain angle, Eden's learning was probably near the bottom, at best slightly better than the Lion's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only so much talent, and he had dumped most of it into faith and charisma. Even his combat power was faith made manifest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if he truly committed time to it, with a primarch's brain he could become a high-tier scholar without much trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just was not worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that time, he would rather go fishing for technological relics in the Warp, or allocate more funds to build schools across Imperial territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cultivate talent for the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Eden had intentionally used a false identity to leak his \"academic level\" to Perturabo on the noosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To lower his guard, and lure him into accepting this special wager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, with Perturabo's black-market noosphere account, he could never have uncovered something that sensitive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a relatively high-level secret within the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since this contest is about knowledge, then we will compare knowledge related to art.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Preferably art from Ancient Terra. That is my strong suit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stopped trading barbs with the twisted man and directly proposed the rules, transmitting the relevant documents over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This special contest, this wager, was best-of-three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already lost the swordsmanship round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant he had to take the next two rounds, or he would bleed value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. We will compete in the art domain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But your defeat is already certain. Perhaps you should hand over the spoils in advance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Eden's proposal, Perturabo smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowledge of Ancient Terra's art was also his strong suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could be called one of the most learned in the field of Ancient Terra studies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had delved into many artistic disciplines, even spending a long time searching for and understanding the works and knowledge of the Ancient Terra artist Leonardo da Vinci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an existence from tens of thousands of years ago, whose legacy remained only in traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet those traces were irresistibly enchanting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will go first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In my collection, I possess a work by an Ancient Terra artist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will appraise it. You only need to name the artist and the title of the piece.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo said this, thoroughly pleased with himself, and personally went to retrieve the priceless work from his treasury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever he went, the Lord of Iron always installed his vault aboard his flagship or fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that whenever he had time, he could appreciate art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the one thing that could pull him out of war, and grant him a moment of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Perturabo went to his treasury with obvious excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He genuinely liked this style of contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh. The sense of déjà vu is intense. The classic 'guess the treasure' segment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you did not know any better, you would think I'd time-traveled back to some ancient court, playing the fool while secretly solving an impossible riddle an enemy kingdom could not answer…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These rules were his own design, so of course they felt familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that was missing was a poetry duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the Imperium did not really do that, or he could have put on a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched Perturabo's back and waited quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Ancient Terra's art extremely well, because a primarch's brain had practically excavated all the memories of his former life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Imperial scholars, Ancient Terra history was an unknowable secret from tens of thousands of years past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Eden, it was fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that did not guarantee victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Perturabo brought out some obscure, eccentric artist's work, Eden might truly fail to guess it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That great artist's work is not even recorded in the libraries of Holy Terra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if the Savior had the Machine-Goddess help him prepare in advance, he still cannot possibly know the answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Perturabo returned, brimming with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, a transport machine carried a massive stone slab protected by a void shield and a stasis field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, it was an ancient mural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time had eroded it into a mottled ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the contents were still faintly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Perturabo stepped back into the hall, music sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da-da-da-dum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That short, urgent, driving motif seized the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to the colossal pipe organ in the corner, its sound solemn and holy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a relic of some mechanized cathedral, absorbed by the Warp-Animated Chaos Foundry, becoming part of the hall itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, the Lord of Iron would have daemonic musicians play the organ, so he could enjoy music he liked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the one playing in total absorption was the Savior himself, like an artist lost in rapture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had found yet another opportunity to build his image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never wasted a single chance to be flamboyant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely this kind of relentless, opportunistic display that gradually accumulated the Imperium's impression of him, along with his authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he intended to leave the Lord of Iron and the Iron Warriors with a clear impression:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a man of culture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which would make later communication easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, these people were among the galaxy's more important \"cultural\" circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you could not break into their wavelength, it was hard to talk to them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors, like their gene-sire, wore many faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield they were a frenzied storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In private they had clearer minds, and a stronger ability to appreciate art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was simply the primarch's influence upon his gene-sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Savior played on, the melody rose and rose, cresting into a climax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is fate… unyielding struggle, resistance, and the joy of victory…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo stood there, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His musical literacy was excellent. He could hear the emotion within the piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stirred memories. It made him think of who he had been before his fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had surrendered before fate and become what he was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That irony was bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This piece is Symphony No. 5, the 'Fate' Symphony, by the Ancient Terra composer Ludwig van Beethoven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps you have heard of him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew you would appreciate this kind of music. As the performer, I am honored.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the final note, Eden stood and gave the audience a slight bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he briefly introduced what he had just played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had forced a full personal performance on Chaos territory, as if he were the master of this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap, clap, clap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes began to applaud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a form of etiquette the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, enjoyed, especially after speeches or performances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so few of them, their applause sounded thin and scattered in the vast hall of the Chaos factory-fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then more applause joined in, turning warm and lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Iron Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not fully understand what was happening, but under the atmosphere's pull, they applauded instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as fallen warriors of Chaos, the Iron Warriors still retained a trace of respect for the Custodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, a primarch had just performed, and he had shown respect to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pathetically, these Chaos warriors could not even remember the last time they had felt respected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gene-sire punished at the slightest disagreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even carried out a one-in-eleven selection execution, and that was without defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron's reasoning was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was a costly victory. The Iron Warriors did not lose, but they did not do their best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He demanded his gene-sons be not merely excellent, but unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used a \"bottom-out elimination\" system to sift them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the Iron Warriors lived under impact-based education.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respect and recognition were painfully rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the continuation of tragedy. Perturabo has transferred the unfair treatment and grievance he suffered under the Emperor, as he perceived it, onto the Iron Warriors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched the Iron Warriors, who stopped clapping almost immediately and began reading their gene-sire's expression, and he sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did not expect you to understand music. That surprises me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo walked over, his expression no longer as relaxed as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After appreciating the music, he realized the Savior was likely far more learned than he had assumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially that performance. It carried an Ancient Terra classical flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At minimum, it was not the level of \"mid-tier education.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, Eden understood Ancient Terra art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That lowered Perturabo's odds considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the subject of this round was da Vinci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the field he was best at, within Ancient Terra art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At present, humanity's knowledge of Ancient Terra was pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could not even fill a single bookshelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph. The Savior cannot possibly understand that great artist better than I do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo still believed he would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admired the relic again, then spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior. You have five minutes to find the answer, then you will give it to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a precious piece…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped closer and studied the worn, colorless, incomplete mural with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing something once familiar in this strange world moved him in ways he did not bother to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incomplete mural showed several mounted warriors fighting in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A work by da Vinci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Eden already knew Perturabo would bring out a da Vinci piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that was his favorite artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was precisely why Eden proposed an art contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood the Lord of Iron extremely well, in temperament and in taste alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the advantage of information asymmetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dimensionality reduction strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I am not mistaken, this is an Ancient Terra mural by Leonardo da Vinci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is titled The Battle of Anghiari.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It depicts a primitive, violent war.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced a few times and answered without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, this was familiar, at least in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, just to argue online and talk politics for fun, he had skimmed plenty of related material and remembered more than a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that era, obtaining knowledge was likely far easier than it was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, once the psychic network matured, the Imperium would establish a complete knowledge-storage system as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This mural was once meant for the Hall of the Five Hundred in a palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is one of da Vinci's more unusual works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible. How do you know it in such detail?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's understanding of the piece was actually deeper than his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the next instant, he fell silent, with no argument left to make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Savior used psychic power to reconstruct the mural and project it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reconstructed image matched the surviving portion of the relic perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, senior Librarians used the Warp to verify the truth of Eden's statements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The past inevitably left traces in the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not always identify what a thing was, but they could use psychic means to test whether certain information was true or false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result proved Eden had not lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden discussed even more Ancient Terra art knowledge with Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a total suppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Savior, the Lord of Iron had no room to fight back at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may have heard my legends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am an all-knowing, all-powerful being in this galaxy, and not merely in prophecy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know more than anyone imagines. I even know the nature of this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden adopted the posture of an omniscient seer, instantly stunning the Lord of Iron and his sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who possessed knowledge respected erudition more than anything, to the point of awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Da Vinci once said that painting is the child of nature, and that he loved everything about nature.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet you use violence to shape fortress-architecture. You destroy nature. You ruin planets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot imagine why you claim to love da Vinci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at Perturabo and drove the knife in with a pointed question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or is it that what you do now is not truly what you want, but something you are forced into?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or a disguise?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you implying?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's face was heavy with dejection, drowning in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing those words made him uncomfortable in a way he could not name, hovering on the edge of rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My apologies. I spoke too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden did not continue provoking the twisted man. Instead, he stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only wish to remind you that I have won this round.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an indisputable fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Custodes and Iron Warriors alike had watched the contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their hearts, they acknowledged it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior was more learned. The Savior had defeated the Lord of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before all eyes, Perturabo had nothing to refute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior. Your learning is worthy of praise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have won.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no excuse to deny the loss. Eden's victory was too obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Perturabo's pride would not allow him to shamelessly violate the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be dishonorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Each of us has won one round.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then the machine war will decide the final victor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo worked to steady his emotions and turned to walk out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His odds were still high. With equal numbers, his Chaos machine host should win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's expression turned solemn as he thought of something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed, heading to the terrace to watch the battle that would decide everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Win or lose would be determined by this last throw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Iron Warriors came out as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hearts were tight with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had sworn on their lives and their honor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior won, they would become his warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not an oath easily broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they reneged and endured the curse's erosion, they would lose all honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, they would be called deceivers, not Iron Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, Perturabo, and the rest stared toward the distant battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground had been shattered by violent bombardment, magma spilling through cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The region was painted in bizarre colors by lethal radiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War between machine legions was even more terrifying than imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo glanced at the Savior, then returned his gaze to the battlefield, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine war was nearing its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Dark Automata held the advantage and were destroying the last automated war-automata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a pity, Savior. Your forge-craft is not good enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo spoke softly, thoroughly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My machines are the finest among mankind's creations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will win this special war. Your flagship-fortresses and your technology will be mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suggest you look more carefully.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have not lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My machines are counterattacking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the worry in Eden's heart scattered like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this was stable now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield, the last automated war-automata endured the Dark Automata's fire and revealed a gleaming, gold-bright inner frame of special alloy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began a reverse charge, plunging into the Dark Automata's ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relic-grade weapons erupted with ferocious destructive power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were not automata that had ever appeared on the battlefield before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Savior's private pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forge Directorate loved producing \"enhanced\" versions of weapons and creations, then presenting them to the Savior as guard forces or collectibles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the materials of these automata were mixed with substantial quantities of auramite, a metal of exceptional hardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same material used in the Emperor's True-One Armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy, beyond question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even the Imperium's highest-ranked warriors might only receive a fingernail's worth of auramite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some could only obtain auramite grains, or even auramite at the level of particles and molecules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only were these automata forged from sacred materials, they had also been left beneath the Holy Sun for one hundred and thirty days, and fitted with blackstone technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were a brutal counter to Chaos machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very quickly, they served as the breakthrough force, leading the remaining automata to smash the Dark Automata and seize final victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My apologies, brother Perturabo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have won in the end. Now it is time for you to fulfill your promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's smile spread wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Iron Warriors behind Perturabo, and his eyes carried an unmistakable hint:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you all standing around for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get over here to your godfather's side already.\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>",3185,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","b6c346ba6fc6fd851003ff9f7a83ff28c2f4c63bc6088364cede1c52054ead6c","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-640","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-638",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]