[{"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-640":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},1681531,2147,"Chapter 640 - 641: Perturabo: Who Am I, Where Am I, Is This Still My Turf?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-640",640,"\u003Cp>\"My lord lost?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the Savior's eager gaze, the Iron Warriors commanders fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors had opposed this kind of wager before, mainly out of honor. They did not want their gene-father treated like a tradable commodity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they did not believe their gene-father could lose a gamble that, by the numbers, was practically a guaranteed win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the conditions shifted again and again, they ultimately lost the wager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, under their gene-father's orders, the Iron Warriors had sworn on their lives and honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the wager was lost, they would swear fealty to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do now?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors looked at one another, then turned their eyes toward Perturabo, the Lord of Iron, hoping for guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their gene-father gave the order to reject this gamble, they were willing to endure the backlash of a Chaos pact, break the oath, and launch an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse of a Chaos pact was certainly fearsome, but if they were given time, their Librarians would find a way to lift it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Lord of Iron had sunk into profound defeat, barely reacting at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lost…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I actually lost this wager. Lost a wager that should have been a near-certainty…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo stared at the wreckage of dark war-machines across the mechanised battlefield and muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Shinichi automated war-machines clearing the field, lit by the flames, cast golden reflections through their frames and skeletal plating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Savior's armed order of battle, they were effectively the Custodes of the machine-domain. Every unit was overwhelmingly powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark war-machines simply could not resist them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It can't be. The win rate was 99.99%. How could it collapse into a loss in an instant?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo fixated on the auxiliary analysis display, on the glaring, unmistakable 0% victory rate, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first arrived on the balcony, the probability had rocketed to 99.99%. That number was intoxicating, the kind of data that screamed inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment the Savior's so-called Shinichi automata appeared, the odds hit zero within milliseconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their advance was a landslide. It hit the mind like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From certain victory to certain defeat. The shift lasted no longer than a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron's emotions whiplashed like a runaway engine, then plunged straight into an endless abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I lost to the Savior in machinery and in art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What failure. What humiliation. I've become a pitiful joke…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bitterness rose in Perturabo's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had been the one advantage he took the most pride in, and he had lost it to a man with only a middling education, a so-called vulgar nouveau riche in the eyes of others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron could not accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any Primarch, it would have been a crushing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Brother Perturabo. I won this round by sheer luck. Perhaps fate favored me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden worked hard to control his expression, arranging his features into something regretful, so the joy in his chest would not provoke the twisted man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a total victory. An entire Space Marine Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the stakes he had put up were not small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his flagship, the Dreamweaver not only carried Dark Age of Technology marvels, it held vast quantities of cutting-edge systems as well, including Primarch gene-clones, his own clones, and more besides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a wager of this scale, whoever lost would go numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Perturabo was taking it badly enough that he was voicing his thoughts aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a situation like this, Eden needed to keep it steady. No pushing. No gloating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he did not intend to tear everything down into a life-and-death vendetta, then once he had won, he should not run his mouth. That was how you triggered a duel to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to quietly take the spoils and get rich in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord of Iron, you are a commander who honors his word and keeps faith. That is worthy of respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since you say nothing, I will take it that you will uphold your promise. From this moment on, the Iron Warriors Legion belongs to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's voice was so faint it would have been inaudible if one were not listening for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But supported by psychic force, those words carried clearly to the Iron Warriors commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo heard the Savior's statement. He wanted to speak, but did not know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he supposed to break the oath in front of everyone, shamefully tearing up the contract?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron hesitated, falling once more into bitter entanglement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden did not care. After speaking, he gave a slight bow, then strode toward the area where the Iron Warriors commanders stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to seize the moment while Perturabo was still twisting himself into knots, and secure the Iron Warriors Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Perturabo recovered, or changed his mind, it would be far harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo and the Iron Warriors were living beings, not programs. A Chaos pact alone would not \"solve\" them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they began to resist in earnest, Eden would have nothing to show for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My warriors, come with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stopped before the Iron Warriors commanders, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke in the tone of an adoptive father, gentle and even. \"Your gene-father has agreed. We have many matters to discuss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior did not issue a harsh order. He did not loom over them with arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he showed them respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had always been their father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Iron Warriors, it was a strange sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron had always addressed them with cold indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orders. Directives. The chill command of a machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the communication of a gene-father with his sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors exchanged glances, at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter what, the pact and promise between Brother Perturabo and I has taken effect. That is a fact that cannot be resisted and cannot be altered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the Chaos-tainted warriors before him, wearing an expression of iron disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is the loyalty and honor of the Iron Warriors? You are the finest of warriors. Do not disappoint me, and do not disappoint the Lord of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I believe among you there are those who truly possess loyalty and honor, and that not all of you are deceivers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went straight into a psychological squeeze, pressing the Iron Warriors hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he invoked obedience to authority, framing the pact as jointly established by their gene-father and himself, something they could not defy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he ignited their sense of duty and guilt, implying that loyalty and honor were their very nature, and that refusing the pact would betray that nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he labeled and split them, lacing the air with insult: anyone who refused was a shameless deceiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone to be isolated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a few followed, others would follow as well, simply to avoid the brand of dishonor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Iron Warriors' final chance to display loyalty and honor. I will not wait long…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Eden let out a deep sigh and walked alone toward the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back looked lonely, as if failing to follow would itself be a shame and a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With nothing but language, the Savior defused the shame the Iron Warriors had been hiding in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though serving another Primarch, another Emperor, was not disgraceful at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though it was proof of loyalty and honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors watched Eden's retreating figure, and something shifted in their expressions. The balance within them began to tilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they looked to the Lord of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gene-father still stood wrapped in his tangled emotions, turned away, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not even seem to notice the conversation, as if his sons were expendable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not become a deceiver. That would be a shame I carry forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A company captain suddenly spoke, then broke into a stride after the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors had never bowed to any Chaos God. In their hearts, they still had pride and honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the bedrock of all Space Marines, especially when they had not been truly polluted by a god's corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise they would not have loathed mutation so deeply, preferring mechanical augmetics over warped flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And under Perturabo's long, brutal rule and cold detachment, they had long since lost faith in their gene-father's leadership, resentment growing like rust under plating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had merely been forced down until now. Today, that discontent finally detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, more high-ranking Iron Warriors turned and marched toward the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decisive. Unhesitating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin turned toward his gene-father and called softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some part of him still hoped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the gene-father's body trembled, and he did not turn around. He issued no order at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He never cared about us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin's heart sank into complete disappointment, his eyes wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt. Even the Chaos Gods would cherish their favored and grant them gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin, that pale scion, recalled the moment his gene-father's hand closed around his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly believed he was about to be killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And willing to trade them like goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin shook his head and followed the others. He was the last to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that would be the last time he ever called the Lord of Iron \"Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, only Perturabo remained on the balcony, standing there in a daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the impact of failure and humiliation, the twisted man fell into a hallucination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vision, Perturabo returned to Olympia, the feudal world of city-states where he had grown, the place that had once held his dream of an ideal homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he had dreamed of building a civilized world, of using art and technology to create something perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he was not understood. His adoptive father wanted only more weapons, more engines of war, more destruction of the natural world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallucination switched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Emperor came, still using him as a tool, still placing limits upon his gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Great Crusade…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He obeyed his true father's orders. He shattered fortress after fortress, conquered and destroyed world after world that refused compliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Perturabo knew that was never what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did his father fail to understand him, even his brothers did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still remembered improving the Imperium's lighting systems amid war, reducing energy consumption to the absolute minimum, creating light at a trivial cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have brought illumination to the Imperium's countless impoverished regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he eagerly offered it to his father as a gift, what he received was a merciless rebuke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perturabo, you disappoint me. As a Legion's commander, you should not waste time on such trifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must understand: our time is running out. Humanity will face a terrible catastrophe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated upon the Throne, the Emperor's voice was cold as voidstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We must complete the Great Crusade's objectives with the utmost speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We must gather humanity's strength and build a mighty Imperium, to open more routes, to raise more bastion lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the cost. No matter how many lives are sacrificed, it must be done, even if the price is my own life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you understand?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo fell silent, then asked the question he had buried for so long, the truth the Primarchs all wanted to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father… who is our enemy, and where are they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Primarchs' eyes, the Imperium's Legions already bestrode the galaxy. Everywhere they went, all bowed. Nothing could stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not imagine what kind of foe could destroy the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Emperor refused to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You cannot know that yet. Knowing would only hasten the enemy's arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Execute my command. You will immediately lead the Fourth Legion to support Horus in retaking the Akum Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has just been raised to Warmaster. He needs a grand victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for your little invention, at a suitable time I will see it adopted across the Imperium's domain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo could not understand why his father concealed the enemy's identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with a promise given, he still obeyed and went to aid Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still carried a hope: that one day his father would spread his creation through the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even when the Great Crusade ended and the Imperium entered an era of growth, Perturabo never saw his lamp appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor seemed to have forgotten it, as he forgot all other insignificant things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not worth mentioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarchs were tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's disappointment accumulated like that, grain by grain, until it became the clash with Dorn, the great rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he fell. All the way to the era after the Great Rift, to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Perturabo wanted only revenge. More war-machines. More engines of ruin. Marching on Holy Terra to face the Emperor, that father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prove him wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But now, I have lost the Iron Warriors Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have lost the instrument of my revenge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed. How long, he did not know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo tore himself free of the hallucination and woke to the reality of his situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His authority had collapsed under defeat. Many arrogant, defiant Iron Warriors would surely choose to follow the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, a large portion of the Iron Warriors Legion used Dorn's gene-seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo had never held complete control over those warriors, especially not through blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. I must stop the Savior. I must take back part of the Iron Warriors and preserve the Legion's strength!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo drew a deep breath, forced down the memories and the humanity the hallucination had stirred, and returned to a beast's snarl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors were among his most important tools of vengeance. Much of his forging and construction required them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not be lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tightened his grip around the Forgebreaker thunder hammer and turned, striding hard toward the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to act quickly and issue orders, clawing back at least some of his sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with a Chaos pact in place, the dread authority he had accumulated over ages could still exert force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron believed most of the loyal would follow him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might even attack the Savior and the \"traitors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's wrong with the vox-net? When did this happen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Perturabo began checking each channel, the situation proved worse than he feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many links were simply dead, severed without explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavier dread settled in his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant vast numbers of Iron Warriors had gone dark, abandoning their gene-father and swearing themselves to the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What insolence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury flared in Perturabo, and yet he felt strangely powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been the one to order them to swear the oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had likely already taken them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost those sons forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he could drive the fortress onward, launch another assault, and reclaim more of them by force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… exactly happened here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Perturabo entered the hall, his whole mind went numb. He stopped dead, staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne hall of the living Chaos fortress was unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron's banners of honor were gone. Even the interior had been remodeled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun motifs and the Savior's iconography were everywhere, along with his standards of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were even slogans hung up as celebratory banners, bright red and almost festive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A servant pushed a dining cart past, apparently delivering a meal to someone within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the food on that cart was unmistakably from Perturabo's own stores, his own stock of delicacies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the servant saw the Lord of Iron, they smiled and bowed, as if welcoming an honored guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm the guest now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo was lost, mind blazing red-hot and empty all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single, vital question pounded through his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who am I? Where am I? Is this still my turf?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was not a hallucination, then the only explanation was that the Savior had redecorated the entire hall in an absurdly short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And polished it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How dare he. This is my throne hall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's rage spiked higher as he strode toward the hall's core, murder in his posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw them again: Iron Warriors, his former gene-sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-ranking Iron Warriors stood in neat ranks, as if undergoing inspection, their appearance utterly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bore new insignia. Flames burned across their armor. Every piece of wargear was drenched in spectacle, effects turned to the maximum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master-crafted quality at minimum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them stood even more veterans in Aquilon Pattern Terminator Armour of the Adeptus Custodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of them, arranged as if guarding the presence at the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitors! You've gone too far!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo could not stop himself. The curse spat from his mouth, and it looked as if he would swing Forgebreaker and crush these altered sons on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serving the Savior was one thing. Flaunting themselves here, in his throne hall, was another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next instant, he saw the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That being sat, quite casually, upon Perturabo's own throne, as if it had always been his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Perturabo, why are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden took a pleased sip of a Chaos-vaulted red wine, two thousand years aged, utterly at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sounded like he was greeting a guest who had traveled far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his tone shifted. \"We have no traitors here. Brother… don't say such things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the Custodian Wardens and the high-ranking Iron Warriors in the hall all turned their eyes to the Lord of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a thousand elite warriors stared at him, unblinking, with the cold weight of scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo stood alone. His scalp prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only one thought remained in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm the traitor now?!\"\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>",2973,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","99a424947496f719f6fca51ddba802e2ba0e8c02d5a8446d8c1e2c9ab82d2669","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-641","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-639",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]