[{"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-647":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},1681538,2147,"Chapter 647 648: Savior — I’m the Imperium’s Emperor. So What If I Moonlight as Chaos Warmaster Too?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-647",647,"\u003Cp>\"Hmph. So what if you're a champion of the Blood God?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aydis ignited his legendary blade, and hellfire roared across his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an Infernal Warden now—blessed by Diablo the Destroyer, clad head-to-toe in a full set of Terror Armour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared down the Bloodthirster and said slowly, \"No matter who shows up, you will submit to the Warmaster's review!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aydis didn't care what the hell it was. If you came here, you were the Warmaster's troops—and you would line up and be inspected like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the duty the Chaos Warmaster had given him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Blood God Himself showed up, it wouldn't matter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Infernal Warden's eyes, there was no one and nothing left in existence besides the Savior—Chaos Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Khorne descended, he would still dare bark a few orders from behind the Warmaster's back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster spun his spear and charged, bellowing his challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arrogant insect! I'll take your skull and offer it to the great Blood God—so you understand how insignificant you truly are!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell at a glance: this human commander was weaker than him by a wide margin. He could reap that life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet facing the oncoming Bloodthirster and his brutal assault, Aydis showed no fear at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he gave a cold, contemptuous sneer. \"A mere Bloodthirster dares defy the Warmaster's will…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Infernal Warden raised one hand lightly, and the space behind him changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of fighting personally. An enemy like this wasn't worth the Infernal Warden's own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terror! Slaughter! Burn, burn, burn!\" In an instant, a more savage roar thundered out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\" The Bloodthirster's pupils shrank as he watched—wide-eyed—the halo-lit zone behind the human commander disgorge several hulking, heavily armored warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames on their bodies were ferocious. Brutality and killing intent poured out without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were… high-ranking Terror Legionnaires!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, they were Hellguard now—the soldiers of the Infernal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These guys have presence. They can hold the line.\" Eden watched the charging Infernal Guard and nodded with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had deliberately transferred these high-tier Terror Legionnaires over to serve as the core members of the Infernal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this day on, he—the Dark Prince, Lord of Hell, Chaos Warmaster—would hold the Terror Legion and the Burning Legion in his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two Chaos legions were extensions of Diablo the Destroyer in different conceptual senses: annihilating terror, and infernal flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion leaned toward an elite profile—raids, breaching actions, boarding assaults, decapitation strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Burning Legion, meanwhile, fought as massive formations—vast in scale, overwhelming in numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would wage war in the Realm of Chaos, carving out territory inch by inch, taking part in the Great Game of the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also the best way to \"handle\" Chaos Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had fallen to Chaos were unstable by nature. Integrating them back into humanity was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving them in the galaxy would only invite endless trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to send them into the warp-domain, where there was always more war—enough to let them vent every last ounce of negative emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These two Chaos legions can further reinforce my dark side, and let Diablo's authority grow and expand.\" Eden thought quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Chaos Gods had set themselves against him. The trend was all but irreversible—fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his \"bright\" side didn't have much combat power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to develop the strength of the dark side to withstand the dangers that might come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relying on the Emperor forever was not a long-term plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the old man could \"go dark\" or fall into slumber at any time. It was safer to hold power in his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eden was thinking, the hell-warriors had already crashed into the Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster's spear was stopped by one Infernal Guard warrior, and the others immediately swarmed in—fast, seamless, as though they had drilled this a thousand times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, these Infernal Guard had no fear of daemons—only hunger for blood and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ganging up?!\" The Bloodthirster had barely formed the thought when a cheap shot landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hammer smashed into his skull. His vision spun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came an even more violent, venomous, shameless storm of attacks—like a torrential downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster was battered to the ground and howled in agony beneath the dogpile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! This is dishonorable combat! You are vile warriors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he remembered a legend whispered across the warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors of Diablo: every one of them vicious, despicable, poisonous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They used any means necessary, taking lives in the most humiliating way imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Diablo's elite, there was no \"honor\" or \"shame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the craving for power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would use every trick to bring an enemy down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even against a top-ranked Greater Daemon, they would still charge—and slide-tackle it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A weak daemon that can't even endure this… how pathetic.\" Aydis stood where he was, watching with icy indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the power his glorious Warmaster—his gene-father—had bestowed upon him: numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just numbers—numbers of high-ranking Infernal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… this is real power!\" Aydis recalled the misery of his past and the might he held now, and enlightenment struck like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had been the old him, he would already be bleeding out under the Bloodthirster's spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now the Bloodthirster lay at his feet, crying in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In war across the galaxy and the warp, you need a strong backer. Status and background matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only then can you crush every enemy and win victory after victory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Aydis grew even more fanatically loyal, and resolved to protect the Warmaster's authority at all costs—and to expand the Burning Legion without limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stronger the great Warmaster and the Burning Legion became, the stronger he became!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster lay on the ground, arms over his head, as the Infernal Guard kicked and smashed him at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His horns had snapped. His fangs were gone. He wailed weakly, because the Infernal Guard's hellfire inflicted deeper pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Infernal Warden hadn't ordered that the target be kept alive, the Infernal Guard would have torn him apart and divided him like spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those Khornate daemons—watching their leader being beaten into pulp—were thoroughly intimidated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None dared move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they weren't afraid only because of the Infernal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were also afraid of the terrifying hell-weapon aimed straight at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a missile seven or eight meters tall, its shell inscribed with the death runes of Diablo the Destroyer, burning with dark-red flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It even gave off a faint, needle-sharp scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, the weapon contained cursed energy—more violent, more malignant. Just looking at it made terror and pain crawl up the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that… the Accursed One's weapon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. It's even more terrifying than the Accursed One's power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is the relationship between Diablo and the Accursed One?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodthirster stared helplessly at the horrifying weapon trained on him, his body trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pure survival instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the hell-missile began to rise, every Chaos entity present fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared make a move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could feel the threat—lethal, and soaked in suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As expected—without a true doomsday piece, you can't hold the field.\" Eden looked at the hell-missile and sighed with feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a Chaos variant developed from the Sacred Ash Bomb—blending the Emperor's holy power with Diablo's dark warp-evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reaction it produced was extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the Sacred Ash Bomb's lethality had weakened, and Chaos daemons had devised ways to resist it, Eden had been searching for a new deterrent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, using techniques related to the Godplague, he developed the Hell Missile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Sacred Ash Bomb was a nuclear weapon—able to obliterate daemons and their souls with monstrous force—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Hell Missile was closer to a bioweapon combined with a white-phosphorus bomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its raw destructive power was inferior to the Sacred Ash Bomb, and it couldn't erase daemon souls on a massive scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it caused far more terror and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was long-term damage—burning a daemon's soul without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This weapon is too dangerous. The radiation is intense.\" Perturabo took one look and swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already picture it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden fired something like that into his fortress-worlds… the consequences would be catastrophic beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No choice. Chaos is too terrifying. Humanity must have weapons that can protect itself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We must build more of these weapons to protect our fragile homeland.\" Eden sighed, as though troubled. There still weren't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… isn't this more taboo than warp-evil itself?\" Perturabo was almost numb hearing that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd always thought he was extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected his brother to be even more extreme—making weapons so hateful that even daemons feared and loathed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single Hell Missile wouldn't just kill in the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The afflicted region of warp-territory would be left soaked in cursed warp-evil, uninhabitable for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any Chaos entity lingering there for long would likely suffer every kind of curse-corrosion, wracked with agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we want to defeat daemons, we have to be more taboo than they are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's one of the meanings of weapon development.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make the enemy afraid. Make them suffer. Make them so terrified they never dare step into our homeland again.\" Eden was unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the true anti-daemon weapon—without bottom line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire a few into the warp-realms and you could disgust Chaos itself for ages, leaving residue more persistent than the old plagues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: with this, he had a new method of deterrence, and it would be far easier to maintain order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, such a weapon could only be used in truly extreme theaters. It could not be deployed casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Submit… or die in agony.\" Aydis planted his boot on the Bloodthirster's chest and shoved a small Hell Grenade into the daemon's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had the same dangerous radiation and cursed warp-evil as the Hell Missile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could make a daemon suffer so intensely that \"death\" became mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the Bloodthirster didn't dare move an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Aydis was cautious—if he got splashed by the effect, it would be a severe headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is he… the Daemon-Eater?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only he could command such horrifying warriors and weapons. Perhaps he is Diablo's chosen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I am willing to submit to inspection…\" The Bloodthirster was already half-dead from the beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the double threat of the Daemon-Eater and the Hell Missile, his mind finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was willing to accept the review of the Chaos Warmaster—the Daemon-Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, the Bloodthirster and his daemon host, under the supervision of Aydis and the Infernal Guard, lined up neatly on the ritual grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all obedient to a frightening degree, terrified that the Daemon-Eater would inflict that cursed warp-evil upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Bloodthirster, losing to the Daemon-Eater didn't seem so unbearable anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just the Khornate daemon host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More daemon armies arriving as \"reinforcements\" were also encircled, beaten down by the Infernal Guard, and then forced—under deterrence—to submit and stand inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's putting real work in. A good seed—gets things done.\" Eden watched Aydis—whipping a daemon commander six times in the blink of an eye, screaming at them to stand straight—and nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That \"convert's fanaticism\" was more loyal, more extreme, than even his typical gene-sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a well-honed blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or a hunting hound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Burning Legion needed to absorb more daemon troops to expand its scale, so it could fight better in the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, absorbing daemons was not feasible—there was no way to restrain them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he lacked the support of a \"dark faith\" framework.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't continuously absorb daemons the way Chaos Gods and Chaos lords did—granting them power, harvesting belief, cycling strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with Diablo established, everything became feasible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could grant daemons power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could also accept their \"return\" in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And prying bricks out of the Chaos Gods' walls was feasible too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like that Bloodthirster just now—he wasn't a Greater Daemon personally created by the Blood God, not one that could be fully puppeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The connection was maintained by faith-warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most daemon warriors functioned this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They longed for the Blood God, so they entered Khorne's domain from the galaxy and the warp, and climbed by slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden could conquer them and grant them the power they craved, he could collect these daemons the same way he collected Chaos Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he would still need to establish territory in the warp to house them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If my dark authority becomes stronger, I could even influence Greater Daemons…\" Eden thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Changer of Ways had truly influenced Skarbrand—the foremost Greater Daemon of Khorne's domain—driving him to attack the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood God… we probably can't go back.\" In the inspection ranks, the Bloodthirster hung his head, full of collapse and shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that after this surrender, returning would mean the most brutal punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And likely death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they could only remain within the Daemon-Eater's Burning Legion and accept Diablo's power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the Bloodthirster took in the power of Diablo the Destroyer and felt the surge of warp-evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hellfire ignited across him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black bone spines erupted from his frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked even more ferocious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Diablo is… so generous…\" The Bloodthirster grew excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did this suddenly feel… good?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget going back. He wasn't going back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, more and more Chaos daemons teleported into the inspection perimeter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one after another, they were \"processed\" by the Infernal Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of daemonic troops within the Burning Legion rose steadily, expanding without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't waste this opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He absorbed as many daemons as possible, because he knew he would never again have conditions this uniquely favorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, he noticed a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Chaos Space Marines—most of them looked lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was affecting morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This won't do. Without morale, how are we supposed to fight the next wars?\" Eden frowned, immediately going to investigate the cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, he had his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Space Marines had lost their objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fair. Their goal and craving, all this time, was to follow a Chaos Warmaster into Holy Terra and rule the Imperium.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But now the Chaos Warmaster is me—the Imperium's Emperor. They could practically charter a shuttle to Holy Terra like it's their own home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They just achieved everything at once. Of course they're lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden understood their mentality completely, and decided to give them a new objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rode his mechanical disc up into the air and delivered a declaration to the Burning Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warriors, I know your confusion and pain. Everything you once desired no longer has meaning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To you, Holy Terra is now within arm's reach, and fighting the Imperium is no longer glorious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the army with a trace of disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I must say: the old you were cowards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You chased wars that were not worth a breath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were pitiful. Timid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You disappoint me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His contempt succeeded in provoking anger and dissatisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a wave of agitation surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Space Marines protested, gripped their weapons, and tried to prove they were no cowards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden simply watched the restless army in silence, doing nothing—letting the negative emotion climb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the agitation reached its tipping point, he finally spoke, his voice carrying warp-evil authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now there is a long, great, glorious war waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you dare answer it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will enter the Great Game of the gods, slaughtering across the warp—killing, burning, looting—seizing more territory from Chaos itself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will you swing your blades into the Realm of Chaos… or will you tremble like cowards?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come. Join this great crusade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And in the end, our purpose is—godslaying!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the oath-cry of the Chaos Warmaster, Lord of Hell, both Chaos Space Marines and daemons raised their weapons and roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were no cowards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dared raise blades against gods!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Warmaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Lord of Hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden heard the Burning Legion's roars, morale soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had a new objective—one greater than breaching Holy Terra and ruling the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godslaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing was greater than declaring war on gods with mortal flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's more like it.\" Eden nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the objective could truly be achieved was not important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was having an objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't only the Burning Legion's objective—it was humanity's, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods had to be dealt with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that would come the xenos threat, the Great Devourer threat—each a final objective in its own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a new objective, the Burning Legion consolidated rapidly into a true whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down at the endless black mass of troops stretching to the horizon, awaiting his review, with loyal warcries rolling like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah. Such loyalty—what a sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wherever this Savior goes—Imperium or Chaos alike—there is nothing but heartfelt welcome. A thriving vitality everywhere, all things racing to flourish…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Burning Legion was formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came war in the Realm of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden flipped through the latest intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was the Slaaneshi daemon world—Oliensis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was imprisoned in the dueling arena on that daemon world!\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>",2892,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","dd75178be75a89bc959e24808071e738a7adba1ad88403f64d41338f0570df62","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-648","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-646",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]