[{"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-659":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},1681450,2147,"Chapter 659: Saviour: Have You Ever Actually Been Poisoned to Death? Don’t Stand There Spouting Assumptions!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-659",659,"\u003Cp>Bzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Eden finished speaking, a surge of warp energy erupted inside the duelling arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Maugetar Stone array shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Fulgrim heard it, panic flickered across him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jerked his head up—and on the sky-dome he saw a figure wreathed in warp energy, someone utterly unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A very familiar trap. Didn't think I'd come looking for you, did you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That warp-wreathed figure spoke, his voice carrying seething fury toward the Fallen Phoenician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pe… Perturabo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deeply ominous premonition surged in Fulgrim's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't hesitate. He fully drove the flesh-and-pleasure artefact cloak at his back—countless grotesque tendrils lashed out toward the Lord of Iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave from hateful missiles detonating intercepted those tendrils, slowing the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phoenician. Your trap no longer works on me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After blocking the strike, Perturabo used the support of a sorcerous array to punch straight into the interior of the Maugetar Stone formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His speed was terrifying, and he bypassed every obstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron had been wounded by this relic artefact before. He had studied its operating规律.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his knowledge and intellect—combined with the Emperor's and Magnus's sorcerous craft—this trap array simply could not stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only he had the mental bandwidth to execute a complex arcane破解 in so little time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Perturabo's cognition-assist systems, paired with the Machine-God's computation, were processing billions upon billions of calculations in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, along the route Magnus had provided, he drove at full speed toward the core, closing on the Maugetar Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo felt an overwhelming exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the cleansing of disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would shatter Fulgrim's plan and seize the traitor's most precious relic artefact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you lost your mind? You're betraying Chaos— the gods will never forgive you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim pursued desperately, but concealed Chaos mines disrupted his movement and slowed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the Lord of Iron, his voice climbing higher, steeped in hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perturabo, my dear brother—stop this wrong choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do not wish to see your soul become the gods' toy, tormented in endless agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you truly going to make an enemy of all of Chaos?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not understand why the Lord of Iron would help the Saviour—but it was an unmistakable existential threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fallen brother's knowledge was frightening, and his movements were impossibly precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step pierced the array at its weakest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Maugetar Stone trap was wavering on the brink. The power Fulgrim craved might slip away from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know nothing about me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was never a slave to the gods—those Warp parasites.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo produced a mechanical extraction device carved with runes and drove it hard into the Maugetar Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rune-machine pierced the barrier. Its mechanical claws locked onto the relic construction and clamped down with a death grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Fulgrim and declared—like an oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the Emperor's son. A primarch of mankind. I do not fear their so-called wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, the Lord of Iron, will—through knowledge and technology—slay gods.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his pact with the Saviour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not merely to use technology to make mankind thrive, but to use it to eliminate the dangers that threatened mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A goal far more glorious than building Chaos war engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pathetic Chaos thrall. Every scheme you made with the gods has failed—contemptibly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Fulgrim's horrified gaze, Perturabo seized the extractor with both hands and tore outward with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire trap array convulsed as the Maugetar Stone loosened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks spidered across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can cooperate! You'll get half the authority-power!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing those fractures, Fulgrim went mad. He lunged at the Lord of Iron, trying to stop the inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he reached him, the Maugetar Stone was ripped free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The array broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the relic artefact was removed, the array's energy circuits collapsed. The warp energy and authority-power accumulated within instantly went out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent detonation followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos energy drowned the entire sky-dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim, along with the flesh cloak, smashed into the ground. The charred gems, now uncontrolled, fell like rain and pelted the arena floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed himself up slowly, watching the destruction, and the hatred inside him finally erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What have you done?! You should all die. All of you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In boundless rage, the Fallen Phoenician was wrapped again by his flesh cloak. His form became even more grotesque and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crushing pressure rolled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you shouting so loud?\" Eden's restraints vanished. He flexed his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt completely unblocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost… refreshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if getting \"siphoned\" by the Maugetar Stone once in a while wasn't entirely bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of mixed, messy energy had been drained away, leaving behind purer authority-power and lowering the pressure on the Hope Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like cupping therapy—pulling the dampness out of the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Eden finally understood why the Emperor liked \"feeding\" the Hope Sun so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, short bursts were fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Maugetar Stone drained him for too long, he'd probably lose his authority essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Guilliman—who had also shaken off the restraint—walked toward Fulgrim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo landed and followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three primarchs advanced in a line, their presence oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at Fulgrim's ugly daemonic body and frowned in pure disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're offending my eyes. Apologise. Preferably on your knees, begging.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim showed no fear. He kept a kingly posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahahaha. Do you think this means you've defeated me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even without the trap array, you are still not my match!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his gaze darted across the arena, as though searching for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils constricted. A flicker of fear broke through his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the perimeter of the arena, a new formation unfolded. Pale-gold light-walls rose one after another, enclosing the entire duelling arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human sorcerous array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos beings had lost their retreat route—including Fulgrim himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment ago, he'd only been posturing to lower their guard while searching for an exit back to the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the exit was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm afraid you won't be leaving,\" Eden said, looking at Fulgrim and the remaining daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he barked an order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All daemons, get back to your seats. Sit down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke as though the Chaos daemons were his own troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons stared at the Saviour, remembering the nightmare of what he'd done in the mirage, and swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, one by one, they slunk back to what remained of the audience stands—some sitting on broken seats, some squatting on rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not dare disobey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, only Fulgrim remained at the arena's centre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely afraid now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would have to face the Saviour and two other powerful loyalist primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had lost his escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Eden and forced out a bitter, miserable smile, collapsing into a defeated tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Saviour… I admit you have seized control of the stage. You have won—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, poison hatred surged through Fulgrim's eyes, and he lunged at Eden with sudden决绝.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A targeted ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exploded into the fastest speed of his entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman and Perturabo reacted at the same time, moving to intercept, swinging a thunderous hammer and a power blade into his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as their weapons cut through, Fulgrim's body shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An illusion?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman and Perturabo whipped around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim was already in front of the Saviour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's True-One armour sensed imminent danger. Dense layers of shields rose in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think these shields can stop me?!\" Fulgrim spat mist and produced his last anti-sealing artefact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Saviour loved stacking shield fields, so he had taken a relic artefact from the vaults of pleasure—one that interfered with shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shields failed for a brief 0.1 milliseconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that interval, the Fallen Phoenician thrust the fastest sword-stab of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carried all his hatred and jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on the thin blade was a narcotic poison, meticulously prepared by the Prince of Pleasure—potent enough to poison a primarch to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pffft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapier slid through an armour seam into the Saviour's neck—just as it had once pierced the Ultramarines primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shields snapped back online. Fulgrim was blasted away and crashed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huff… huff…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden tore off his helmet and dropped it. He struggled to breathe. Dark red veins bulged on his neck as the toxin spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted nothing more than to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That vile poison was gnawing at his consciousness, dragging him toward unconsciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hypocrite. Regret it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim staggered up, grinning coldly as the daemons gasped in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Phoenix's final revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will fall into eternal slumber!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his last move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had won—just as he had so many times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Saviour wasn't killed outright, he would at least sleep for centuries, perhaps millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the hypocrite finally awakened, mankind would already have lost all hope of revival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the most vicious revenge imaginable—forcing the Saviour to watch mankind tumble into the abyss with his own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden, brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman and Perturabo saw it, their eyes splitting with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hahahahaha—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim laughed wildly, waiting for the Saviour to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his laughter froze, like something had jammed in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he saw it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a short bout of agony, the Saviour stabilised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poison—refined by the Prince of Pleasure—was being suppressed?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah… that was strong. I almost didn't make it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden forced himself upright and exhaled deeply, relief in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. Impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim stared at him, disbelief twisting into a shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Prince of Pleasure's poison can kill primarchs and Daemon Princes alike. It cannot be suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should be down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean I 'should' be down?\" Eden snapped back, contempt dripping. \"Who said getting hit by a pleasure-poison means you must die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ever consider the Prince of Pleasure gave you expired stock?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you ever been poisoned to death? No? Then stop standing there spouting assumptions like you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wore a look that said, Prove it if you're so confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the poison had been real—and vicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment his internal toxin-detection systems flagged lethal risk, they released a specialised antidote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the Plague War—after witnessing how terrifying the Godplague truly was—Eden had poured massive resources into antidote research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Saviour would not be toppled by Chaos toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The special antidote inside his body was advertised as the highest-tier drug capable of keeping someone alive even under the Godplague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was \"keep you alive,\" not \"cure you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person would still fall into a prolonged slumber, to be fully cured later when technology advanced enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was for the Godplague, a cocktail of countless toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to that, the Prince of Pleasure's narcotic poison didn't even rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was quickly neutralised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden produced several high-grade recovery injectors and jabbed them into his neck. His body recovered rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And under the hormonal surge in the medication, he became even sharper and more energised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put his helmet back on and, together with Guilliman and Perturabo, closed in on Fulgrim in a tightening arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim had spent his last card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pride visibly collapsed in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing three loyalist primarchs advancing step by step, he forced a stiff, unnatural smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Saviour… my brothers… perhaps there is still room for reconciliation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You tell me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden cracked his knuckles, cold laughter in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, reconciliation meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he did not believe a deviant like Fulgrim could truly repent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim trembled and backed away, trying desperately to buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roboute! Haven't you always wanted a duel with me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will give you an honourable duel!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to drag it out. The longer he lasted, the greater the chance of a variable appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A duel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman almost laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered exactly how this traitor and his daemons had ganged up on him, captured him, and tortured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had悟了.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dueling and \"honourable single combat\" were meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The correct path was a merciless gang beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor,\" Guilliman growled, \"I'm going to broadcast your humiliation to the entire galaxy and Warp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released several recording servitors, filming Fulgrim from multiple angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Perturabo followed, fists swinging without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dust-cloud at the arena's centre, Fulgrim's shrieks turned into a continuous, pitiful howl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trapped in a corner, arms over his head, enduring a brutal, cathartic beating from three primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike carried authority-essence force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And holy grenades were being dropped on him like seasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was humiliated. Helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snot and tears streamed down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Chaos daemon watching felt the chill of兔死狐悲.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duelling arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim was bound head-to-toe in blackstone chains and thrown onto the ground like a dead fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay on his back, tears running sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All dignity, all pride, gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had curled inward into profound silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother. This is the relic artefact you wanted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo produced a black-and-yellow construct gleaming with strange light, the faint operation of rule-mechanics perceptible within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Maugetar Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let you research it,\" Perturabo said. \"I trust your knowledge and intellect. You will decipher its secrets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden accepted it, delighted, and realised it looked like something between gemstone and machine—utterly unreadable to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he handed it right back to Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among his brothers, the Lord of Iron was the best choice to research it. Only he had the requisite intellect and capability to excavate its knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then leave it to me,\" Perturabo said with calm confidence. \"I will uncover everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saviour's trust pleased him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, there was no technology and no secret that could truly stump him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. This is locked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trip had rescued Guilliman, captured Fulgrim, gained vast faith-tainted energy, and secured the Maugetar Stone relic artefact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it greatly increased their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The balance of victory was tilting toward the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the war in the Vostonius Pan-Sector would soon end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would destroy the sector-wide array, crush the gods' scheme completely, and save the star region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would also retrieve the Webway shield-boring machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At this point… the advantage is clearly ours,\" Eden said, full of feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next moment, Fulgrim seemed to receive some message, and he suddenly sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think defeating a few Daemon Princes ends the war?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The gods' terror is beyond what you can imagine. They planned everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mankind cannot win this war. You will soon feel true desp—mmph!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden casually stuffed a holy grenade into Fulgrim's mouth and finally shut him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fulgrim's words still left him with an ominous unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the highest-level emergency dispatch arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden read it—and his eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A major Redemption Fleet had been annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy… was only one.\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>",2515,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","542553db96b674f24a93228e7f1031299e09fdcc271248841089a8f86f6b8707","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-660","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-658",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]