[{"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-642":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},1681533,2147,"Chapter 642 643: Guilliman: W-w-won’t my brothers have forgotten me?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-642",642,"\u003Cp>That was not merely a lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the ideal and faith Perturabo had long since forgotten, the painful memories he had buried, and proof that a piece of his humanity had once existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been treated as a freak. The great work he had always yearned to pursue had been ignored by the Emperor and by his brothers alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No understanding. No support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, understood the effort he had once poured into it and was promoting the mechanical creations he had invented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had accomplished what the Emperor had promised, yet never delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything the Savior had done was like a bright light, illuminating Perturabo's dark inner world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotions he had suppressed for ten thousand years erupted all at once, so violent that a primarch lost control and wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, his humanity returned and utterly overwhelmed the pull of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron realized he had made far too many mistakes, enough to extinguish his own ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was no one's fault but his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had buried his ideals with his own hands, step by step, until he walked into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there still a way to undo what I've done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo thought so, yet he could not see even the faintest hope. He had already become something profane, a Daemon Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium will never forgive a fallen primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I will never again have the chance to research those technologies, to build an ideal realm…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he thought, the deeper the sorrow hit, until it became impossible to control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Warriors watched their gene-sire kneeling and crying, and their own mood sank with his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to realize that their primarch was not as cold and cruel as they had always imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Lord of Iron's thoughts and emotions shifted, more of his gene-sons' humanity stirred and returned with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never truly drowned in Chaos' corrosion, never truly become its slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's twisting himself into knots again,\" Eden thought as he observed Perturabo. \"But this time, that's a good thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell Perturabo was gradually shaking off Chaos' influence, clawing his way back toward the humanity he had lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that was the advantage of people like him. Even if they fell, they never fell completely. They could still waver, left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like Angron or Fulgrim was far harder to save.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden simply remained silent, making no move at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting for Perturabo to vent it out. The man had suppressed too much for too long. He needed time to let the poison bleed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how long passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo slowly calmed, regaining control over his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, a hand came down on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, I trust you've seen my sincerity. Now I formally invite you to return to the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden spoke with unmistakable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry. I call the shots in the Imperium now. No one gets to veto my decision, not even the Emperor himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Eden was the Emperor of the Imperium. The old Emperor was, at most, a retired \"Supreme Emperor,\" the kind glued to a golden toilet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long since been in retirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, the Emperor was busy shining in the Warp, and he rarely concerned himself with the galaxy's day-to-day affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo was tempted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when he looked at his own grotesquely mutated arm, he hesitated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Chaos' corruption, he had long since become a daemon-body. How could he ever fit back into the human world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Daemon Prince is not a big deal,\" Eden said, fully understanding the knot in Perturabo's chest and handing him a reassuring answer. \"Humanity needs talent in all shapes and forms right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just you. Magnus returned to the Imperium a long time ago. He's working with the Emperor on Chaos ritual arrays as we speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor has realized his mistakes. He's trying to make amends. He'll accept you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was, quite literally, forgiving Perturabo on the Emperor's behalf, including the whole \"admitting fault\" part. He would do the hard work of convincing the old man later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Imperium. For the Emperor's whole messy family drama. I really am running myself ragged,\" Eden sighed inwardly, complaining in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the Emperor of the Imperium, smoothing internal relationships and settling old grudges was part of the job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shame he was too stable now. He had gone beyond mere autocracy into something even more extreme, leaving him almost no room to play balancing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced at Perturabo's warped daemon-flesh and continued to comfort him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for your appearance, that's even less of a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll grow you a semi-original clone body. I guarantee no one will be able to tell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Daemon Prince was not a problem as long as he was useful to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one day, the Emperor might even be able to scrub away Chaos' influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Perturabo's warp-stink and mutation level were not even close to Eden's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, this Savior, this Emperor of the Imperium, was practically on the verge of becoming Diablo the Destroyer, a Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While also holding concurrent titles as an Ork god, the Tyranid Hive Mind, the supreme overlord of the Drukhari, the father of the Machine-Goddess, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An inquisitor would look at that identity card, pass out on the spot, and then seal the file forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who in humanity was more heretical, more xenos than Eden? Compared to him, a mere Daemon Prince was hardly \"exciting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the right to define \"heretic\" and \"xenos\" rested with Eden now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Eden personally told the Inquisition he was a heretic and a xenos, those inquisitors would still shout that he was holy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the sacred sun, no one was holier than the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was heretic or xenos, he would be a holy heretic, a holy xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Perturabo's present form and his deeds would be… a bit of an eyesore if he returned to the Emperor's presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, given Perturabo's temperament, he would not run around much after returning anyway. He would stay in a lab like a shut-in and do research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At worst, Eden could carve out an entire sector as an experimental base and let him go wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That false Emperor… no. Father forgave me? He admitted his mistakes?!\" Perturabo's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the scales in his heart had already tipped completely toward returning to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, Father, would forgive him, and the Imperium would accept his return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't that the one thing he had been chasing all this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might be the only chance. Miss it, and there would be no going back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Perturabo wavering, Eden pressed harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately sent over a bundle of documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These outline the resources and personnel support you'll receive after you return to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the projects you may be responsible for. Take a look first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They detailed a staggering supply of research resources: multiple forge worlds, hundreds of thousands of Tech-Priests, and even broader departmental support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It amounted to an enormous Mechanicus faction, built to serve the Lord of Iron alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the listed projects, most were cutting-edge civilian research initiatives, with only a small portion devoted to military technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly the sort of work Perturabo would care about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So many resources… far wealthier than the Imperium during the Great Crusade…\" Perturabo's eyes lit up as he received the files.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After falling to Chaos, he had been desperately short on resources. He had no normal supply system at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often had to send the Iron Warriors out to raid the Imperium or xenos just to keep things moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his mechanical legions had been built up over ten thousand years, bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Savior's leadership, the Imperium had developed at breakneck speed, and its capacity to extract and collect resources had increased dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he returned, he could receive unimaginable support without worrying about consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a perfect system!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Perturabo studied the Savior's research structure, he was even more astonished. At a glance, he recognized the advantages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the old Imperium's isolated, lone-wolf approach, the Savior had tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of Tech-Priests organized into a comprehensive research system spanning every domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every possible technology and module had dedicated foundational researchers backing the project leads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant he could run tens of thousands of projects simultaneously, freely exploring the frontiers of science and technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer shackled by manpower or resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on top of that, there was the Machine-Goddess' immense computational support, a rare resource that would make any scholar drool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This, too, was one of the Savior's methods for recruiting great savants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Savior's territory, top-tier talent received full-stack support: living, research, work, everything accounted for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Belisarius Cawl, the greatest of savants, chose to join the Savior's research system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, right. Here's a blank request form as well. Whatever support you still want, fill it in yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Perturabo could even process that, Eden waved a hand and sent him an unrestricted application document.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His generosity was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Research is not easy. It needs more support. If the Imperium has it, and if I can get it, I'll get it for you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just focus on your work. Whether it's energy, materials, advanced tech, or all kinds of civilian technologies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium's future prosperity and a beautiful life for humanity depend on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blank request form had no limits. The permissions were extremely high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: whatever the holder wrote on it, the logistics departments would deliver in the shortest possible time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the Savior in Perturabo's eyes was practically shining with gold, dazzling and radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What researcher or scholar wouldn't dream of a patron this lavish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor, Father, back then could not freely mobilize resources on this scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his relationship with the Mechanicus had been cooperation. If he wanted more, he had to lean on power and force to demand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His control over the Mechanicus ran deeper than even the Emperor's had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was the Mechanicus' father now, the father of the Machine-Goddess, the god who ruled the psychic network and the Cog-coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, I…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo had no reason left to refuse. His eyes were filled with a desperate hunger for research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames of his ideals roared to life. He wanted to return to the Imperium and start working immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish, the Savior cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't rush, brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have all the time you need to think it through. The Imperium will welcome your return whenever you choose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden reached down and pulled Perturabo to his feet, his manner warm and gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this man needed time to think. Agreeing too quickly would not be good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Perturabo changed his mind halfway through, it would be a headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed to build trust and brotherhood first, or future conflict was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's something more important we need to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at Perturabo, expression grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want revenge on Chaos?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember Fulgrim, that traitor, stole your essence and exposed you to Chaos' corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now we have a chance to strike him. A chance for revenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he sent over location data on Fulgrim and the Chaos Duel Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using residual data in the psychic network, the Emperor and Magnus had identified the arena's position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fulgrim!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo stared at the projection of that smug, punchable face, and rage flared so hard it nearly drowned out reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered everything his fallen brother had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had Fulgrim deceived him, he had used a special relic to steal a massive portion of his essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Perturabo would never have ended up as a Daemon Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that case, we go together and settle accounts with him. It's time those old grudges ended.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's gaze turned cold as iron, and he accepted the Savior's invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden used his psychic power to lift the great hammer Forgebreaker and placed it into Perturabo's hands himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the time comes, we fight side by side, and we teach that peacock what 'cruelty' really means.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one of Eden's goals: drag Perturabo along to rescue Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more primarch meant one more share of strength, and a safer operation overall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, nothing built brotherhood like carrying guns together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll show him the terror of a Chaos mechanical legion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo said it with conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might have lost the contest of craftsmanship, but that did not mean his Chaos mechanical legion was weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, he had only deployed a small fraction for the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he unleashed them at full scale, the Savior might not be able to withstand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the accumulation of ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Perturabo tried to contact the Chaos mechanical host through the Armor of Edicts, he found the signal had been cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier link had been camouflage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, he had lost command of the Chaos mechanical legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… what is this?\" Perturabo froze, his body trembling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a slow breath, then looked at the Savior with a hollow, haunted stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry,\" Eden said, sounding a bit embarrassed as he explained, \"but wasn't the command signal hub of your Chaos mechanical host inside this Chaos factory?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I had the Machine-Goddess casually breach the hub and… take the command permissions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, Eden could never have seized command of a Chaos mechanical legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he had gotten inside the enemy's core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Casually?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Listen to yourself. Are you even speaking human language?!\" Perturabo felt numb. His heart thudded so hard it shook his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Chaos mechanical legion was the last force he had after losing the Iron Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last hope of turning the tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already imagine what would have happened if he had refused to return to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would have become a commander with no army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe even his base, the Chaos fortress-world Medrengard, would have been emptied out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bankrupt. Reduced to nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an enemy, the Savior was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry. How could I take my brother's things?\" Eden said. \"I'll have the Machine-Goddess return the command permissions to you right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Perturabo refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. Give the Chaos mechanical legion to you. From now on, I will not participate in any war command, nor will I serve as a legion master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Iron Warriors, my gene-sons, are yours to lead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron had realized he was not a qualified commander, and he no longer wanted to take part in war, doing what he hated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to spend all his time exploring technology and research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking those words, Perturabo felt light all over, and a faint happiness even rose within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Savior with a trace of expectation, as if seeking a certain kind of approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep down, Perturabo was still anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared the Savior would reject the proposal and force him back into command, back into war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would prove the Savior was no different from the Emperor, merely deceiving and using him, using his intellect and scholarship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps it was simply that the Lord of Iron lacked confidence, believing he had no right to pursue such an ideal, to become a pure scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's even better. I respect your decision, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden patted Perturabo's shoulder, smiling, and spoke with complete seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A top-tier scholar like you going to the battlefield is a waste of your talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium needs a top-tier scholar, not a general.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From now on, you don't have to worry about anything. Just do what you love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Mm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo nodded and fell silent, showing little outward reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his beastlike face was already soaked in tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Savior was a brother worth having.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, somewhere in the Warp, within a hidden domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Duel Arena remained deafeningly loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemons cheered as they watched the Avenging Son's punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the illusion, Guilliman's interactions with the Aeldari drew even greater roars and howls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I don't think I can hold on much longer…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was covered in wounds, his face pale with weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been stripped naked and hung from the arena's heights for so long. Weeks? Months? Years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the while, all manner of beings came to gawk, and even humiliation footage had been recorded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trap of indulgence was that terrifying, that dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then a horrifying thought surfaced in the primarch's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brothers… they haven't forgotten me, have they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or did they run into some Warp storm, delaying their reinforcement again and again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late reinforcements were the most terrifying thing of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how long you would have to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman suddenly remembered his own experience of arriving late to reinforce Holy Terra. It had been excruciatingly long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he finally understood what that felt like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The primarch had never hated tardiness more than he did in this moment, as he sank into profound despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he remembered something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Pleasure had prepared an even more dangerous illusion trap, waiting for the Savior's arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would broadcast the illusion footage of Guilliman together with the Savior onto the psychic network.\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>",2940,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","357df4875fb724283dd53d1962e0f8054ea6e92828f08be3ae1a4a6c039cf94d","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-643","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-641",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]