[{"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-645":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},1681536,2147,"Chapter 645 - 646: Savior: I Am the Emperor of the Imperium. What’s Wrong with Moonlighting as Chaos Warmaster Too?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-645",645,"\u003Cp>\"How is that even possible…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That newly appointed commander not only granted us power, but also gave Chaos warbands willing to obey actual Chaos warships?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis reread the information in the vox-channel, and his shock deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, like his captains, he had received the new commander's warp-gift. Then, immediately after, he received a follow-up message from that same commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That new commander was astonishingly generous. Beyond arms and warp-fuelled power, he even arranged voidcraft—Chaos warships, genuine spaceborne assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What staggering generosity!\" Adis drew a deep breath, his trust growing even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the Flame Angels followed the former Chaos Warmaster Abaddon on campaign, we never received rewards like this. Instead, we suffered heavy losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now this new commander has only just arrived, and he's already bestowed so many gifts. That alone proves how wealthy he is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's far more generous than that stingy, incompetent former Chaos Warmaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame Angels' warband leader grew ever more emotional, his resolve to follow this new master hardening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was not only him. His captains felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, we are willing to follow the new commander…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This chance comes only once. We cannot hesitate again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame Angels were terrified of missing their moment to swear fealty—only to fall back into the same poverty and powerlessness as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not even possess a single escort vessel of their own. Whenever they went on an expedition, they had to hitch rides on other people's ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Flame Angels swear to follow the commander unto death, and under the commander's leadership, to launch a grand crusade against the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the commander!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impoverished for so long, the Flame Angels were faster than the other warbands in declaring loyalty, their war-cries rolling outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their action was like striking flint. The fire of fealty spread rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the commander!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Iron Warriors are willing to swear loyalty to you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Space Marines no longer hesitated. Shouts of allegiance echoed across the warp-tainted battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those voices gradually became a surging tide, sending the Chaos host's morale soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior-brother, you've seized control of this army so quickly…\" Perturabo said, astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, even when he appeared personally, he had never received support from the Iron Warriors at this level—much less from the Chaos warbands who had come to lend aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven't done much,\" Eden said, looking down upon the wave of warriors. \"I merely gave them what they've been starving for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no helping it. Those Chaos Space Marines had it miserably rough. Compared to warriors of Eden's domain or the Terror Legion, they looked like beggars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would fight to the death over a single weapon, and they had no security at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when they went to war, they had to bring their own weapons and armor, and they received little reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lived on plunder—on taking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if they ran into a leader like Perturabo, so twisted and cruel, it became even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight well? No reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight even slightly poorly? One in ten executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like paying to do illegal hard labor, with no insurance and no protections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden barely had to lift a finger. He offered them a sliver of \"regular army\" treatment—some equipment, a little structure—and instantly earned their support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps only you, brother, can do this,\" Perturabo said. His thoughts were clearer now, the earlier malice gone, and he quickly grasped the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply because the Savior was too wealthy. Other Chaos commanders could not possibly match this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Chaos commanders were short on resources themselves. They had to raid everywhere just to keep moving—how could they afford generosity on this scale?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could keep their legions functioning at all, that was already impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that's it… Only when you're rich can you do as you please,\" Perturabo thought, staring at the Savior's back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still, it isn't enough. I must give more and earn more loyalty, enough to offset the rejection my identity will trigger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rode his grotesque engine-disc slowly toward the mustered ranks, descending to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that if the Chaos Space Marines' loyalty wasn't \"farmed\" high enough, then the instant his true face was revealed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos would erupt into turmoil, perhaps even resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that happened, he would have to spend more strength suppressing them, and large numbers of Chaos Space Marines would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be a needless waste of the armed strength he was about to claim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their cheeks still weren't full enough. They needed more rewards, more gratitude, more debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warriors, I can smell loyalty in the air.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hellfire flared around Eden as his words rolled across the battlefield. \"You are worthy to follow me and ignite a fiercer war than ever before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swept a hand and pushed out a new transmission:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You deserve greater gifts. Any warrior who dares to fight will receive the rewards he has earned!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Eden broadcast was a comprehensive rewards charter. Every confirmed achievement would be compensated accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, every obedient Chaos Space Marine would receive abundant supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if weapons, armor, or vehicles were damaged in war, repairs and replacements would be provided—keeping their fighting strength at peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would no longer have to live in poverty, scavenging other people's weapons and armor just to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Eden's trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Chaos Space Marine terms, it was the equivalent of a full benefits package—insurance, provisions, and guaranteed replacement gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the Chaos host boiled over. Cheers hit their peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Flame Angels are fortunate to have taken part in this war,\" Adis thought. \"That being will lead us to glory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and his warriors fell into fanatic fervor, staring at the new commander drawing closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around that being, infernal flames burned and roared out a name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord of Hell, Lord of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What presence… Perhaps he is the hidden ruler behind the Terror Legion, a dreadful sovereign,\" Adis thought, his heart hammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying aura washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not help but recall the Savior—the Emperor of the Imperium—and compare him to this new commander, this Lord of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis had faced the Savior's might directly. Precisely because of that, he could sense the difference in strength with stark clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our new commander, the Lord of Hell… his presence is already comparable to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. He is even stronger than the Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis trembled, his voice rising with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At last, we have an existence who can rival the Savior, who can stand unafraid of his pressure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had personally witnessed the Savior's horror. Neither the Despoiler Abaddon nor Huron Blackheart could compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Perturabo, the Lord of Iron, had little chance of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, everything was changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Adis saw the being's outline more clearly—and his expression abruptly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized something, and his resolve hardened into steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing a deep breath, the Flame Angels' leader roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. He is not a Chaos commander. Absolutely not!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis's roar snapped the area into sudden silence. Iron Warriors and countless other Chaos Space Marines turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disbelief spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had expected a minor warband like the Flame Angels to defy the Lord of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All waited for the Lord of Hell's reaction. They knew slaughter was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Flame Angels would be exterminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden noticed the sudden shift. He stepped down from the Chaos engine-disc and walked toward the warband leader who had dared to oppose him, one slow step at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence rose, flames licking outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warrior,\" he said, \"you seem to have a different opinion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had anticipated something like this. He was not surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it was useful—perfect for establishing authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Lord of Hell approached, the crushing pressure intensified. The Chaos Space Marines around the Flame Angels swallowed hard, fear seeping into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They quietly backed away from the fool who didn't know how to live, leaving an empty circle of open ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis realized what he had done. His breathing turned ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively took a step back—only to find he had nowhere left to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, he still held to his point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord of Hell, you are not merely a commander…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You deserve a higher station. The Chaos Space Marines need your rule. You will lead us to achievements never before seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You should become the Warmaster of Chaos, the one who commands all warriors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis nearly shouted, pouring out what he truly wanted—what he had longed for all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the servants of Chaos, \"Warmaster\" was a special title: the supreme commander of all Chaos Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Warmaster Horus ten thousand years ago—worthy of the devotion of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the servants of Chaos were not what they once were. Abaddon had faltered. Huron Blackheart's authority was insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seat of Warmaster had remained effectively vacant; no one could truly unify hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now Adis finally saw a sliver of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides this being—so mighty that even Perturabo was willing to submit, and so generous—who else was qualified to become the new Warmaster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then would they have the power to oppose the Savior, the false Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warmaster of Chaos!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We beg for your command—slay the false Emperor, and let the galaxy burn anew!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame Angels had been terrified by their leader's sudden \"madness,\" thinking they were about to be butchered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they understood. They immediately rallied behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warmaster! Warmaster! Warmaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Warmaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame Angels waved banners and howled. The frenzy infected the other warbands as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, Chaos Space Marines across the field raised their weapons and roared, endorsing the Lord of Hell's ascension to Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the will of the host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This powerful, generous Lord of Hell was worthy of every Chaos Space Marine's allegiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the black sea of warriors stretching to the horizon, all caught in feverish zeal, and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is moving even faster than I expected. I barely sat in the commander's seat, and now it's accelerating straight into 'Warmaster'?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Flame Angels really had a sense for timing. Was this not the Chaos version of being draped in ceremonial robes and 'insisted' into the throne?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the realm of Chaos Space Marines, the Warmaster was essentially an emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as you had enough prestige and enough strength, you could command them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, it just so happens that strength is the one thing I never lack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since failures like Abaddon couldn't seize the opportunity, then I'll serve as Warmaster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was the Emperor of the Imperium, then moonlighting as Chaos Warmaster was hardly a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted a hand slightly, and a wave of dominance spread outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos host fell silent at once, waiting for their new Warmaster to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We do indeed need a new Warmaster. I am willing to bear this difficult responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swear I will lead you to greater glory. And I will enter Holy Terra, become the Emperor of the Imperium, and wash away every shame the warriors of Chaos have endured!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Hell's voice rolled across the battlefield, igniting the blood of the Chaos host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This oath was grander than anything the former Warmaster Abaddon had ever sworn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one only ever organized Black Crusades and plundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Chaos host remembered: the Warmaster's ultimate goal had always been to break into Holy Terra and seize the Imperium's highest authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the cause they desired—the cause they had pursued in suffering for ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Chaos Space Marines' perspective, they were not traitors. They had merely lost an internal war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day they would storm Holy Terra, cleanse their humiliation, and claim the power and status they deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have shown such loyalty. You should receive greater rewards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden walked to the Flame Angels and raised a hand. A Chaos engine delivered several suits of mastercrafted Terror Armour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not forget these perceptive opportunists—especially their leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without that \"assist,\" Eden could not have acquired the title of Warmaster so smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he held the name of Chaos Warmaster, he could do far more: absorb more Chaos Space Marines, and do it under the banner of legitimate Chaos tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warmaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis stared at the mastercrafted armor, becoming even more loyal, more fanatical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted nothing more than to charge into battle at once—strike the Imperium, strike the Savior—to repay the Warmaster's favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Flame Angels, loyal warriors of Chaos… are you willing to become the sons of the Lord of Hell?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden brought up their dossier and launched a shamelessly smooth \"adoption\" offensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Space Marines, this meant something deeper than ordinary loyalty—a bond akin to blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Guilliman returned, he took in not a few Space Marines from other forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a sacred, tightly bound relationship like this could prevent betrayal and ensure true safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like within the Iron Warriors: many warriors carried gene-seed that traced back to Dorn, yet they still recognized Perturabo as father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the one-in-ten executions did not break them into rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the atmosphere was blazing hot, the pressure was at its peak—this was the best possible moment to claim sons. Chances like this did not come often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis trembled at Eden's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt even more moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What trust. What honor. The Lord of Hell is willing to accept us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Flame Angels, this was a blessing beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would become the Warmaster's direct-line troops, with richer supplies and better treatment—at the very least, no longer forced to rely on \"ninth-hand\" Chaos ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than that: the being before them was clearly a primarch-like form, stronger still, not some inhuman daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis felt no resistance—only pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fa… Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis led the Flame Angels in kneeling halfway to the ground, completing the rite in a voice of utter reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this moment onward, the Lord of Hell would become their gene-father, and in time they would receive his warp-tainted bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other Chaos Space Marines looked on with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the Lord of Hell's wealth and generosity, the Flame Angels—now the Warmaster's direct-line—might one day enjoy treatment no worse than the Terror Legion's warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew this being had close ties to the Terror Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden seemed to sense their thoughts. His gaze swept across them slowly, eyes full of encouragement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Space Marines seized the opening. One after another, they knelt halfway and performed the blood-rite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cries of \"Father\" rose and fell in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They offered up all loyalty—becoming sons of the Lord of Hell, becoming the Warmaster's direct-line troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life and death, together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was even more satisfied. Who would have thought that stepping out once would net him so many \"adopted sons\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harvest beyond expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, he could continue—under the name of Chaos Warmaster—until he gathered every Chaos Space Marine of every allegiance, even those claimed by the Dark Gods themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, he could march into the Warp with far greater peace of mind, leading these forces to haul Guilliman-brother back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adis, my good son…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden helped the Flame Angels' leader to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face gradually revealed itself, exposing his original features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a trace of gentleness to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was the Chaos Warmaster, with Perturabo and others standing behind him. He no longer feared that revealing his true identity would cause problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, these Chaos Space Marines had already boarded his pirate ship. They would not lightly betray their gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only walk this road to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fa… Savior?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adis looked up, voice full of loyalty—then saw the Savior's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame Angels' leader thought his eyes were deceiving him, but everything in front of him insisted otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Hell—his gene-father—was the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Adis fell into profound confusion and dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he had just done something truly catastrophic—dragging countless Chaos Space Marines into a pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What 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>",2711,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","c22546a5e4099a63fd87a529d0d89755c67c7beafa4e1c95e26c46c5a2bfb49f","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-646","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-644",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]