[{"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-664":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},1681455,2147,"Chapter 664 664: Savior: Where the Hell Did He End Up? Pulling Out the Butcher’s Nails?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-664",664,"\u003Cp>\"Damn… even Guilliman's down?\" Eden let out a long sigh, his anxiety rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After awakening his Warp nature, Guilliman could be called the toughest, most unyielding of the primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was practically the galaxy's number-one meat shield. Ordinary \"traps\" barely even registered when he stepped on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet even he couldn't withstand Angron's punishment. That alone showed how dire the situation had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Guilliman's Armor of Fate was wrecked into scrap. His body was covered in wounds, including multiple that should have been fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half his viscera was exposed to the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was after repeated injections of restorative agents and panaceas. Otherwise, his condition would have been even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the sheer quantity of drugs used in such a short window had produced resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The healing effect was dropping sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no helping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had taken the bulk of Angron's damage by himself. Without him in front, shielding the others, the fight ahead would only become more brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods had poured too much power into Angron—enough that he now exceeded the very \"tier\" a primarch should occupy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with five primarchs fighting together, they could barely hold the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, they weren't merely fighting Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were facing the Chaos Gods behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Guilliman struggle to rise again to rejoin the battle, Eden raised a hand and pressed him back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Catch your breath. We can hold a little longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Eden's judgment, if Guilliman forced himself back into combat in this state, the risk of true death was extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman didn't insist. He fell back onto the rubble, weak as a dying star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll recover. In at most one-eighth of a Terran hour, I can rejoin the fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"limit-breaker\" primarch knew his own body all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can still fight?\" Eden inhaled hard when he realized Guilliman hadn't fully collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman really was the hardest man in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded firmly. \"Good. I'm going to support the Lion and the others. Fix yourself up, then come find us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they hadn't entirely lost Guilliman as a combat asset, that at least counted as good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because with only four primarchs, they likely couldn't hold until the plan completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming the situation, Eden didn't waste time. He turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman lay on the rubble, clenched his teeth, shoved his spilled organs back into place, then seared the wound shut with flame to stop the bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh slowly began to knit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enduring the agony, Guilliman regulated his breathing. In truth, his injuries were worse than they looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still chose to continue fighting, even at the cost of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lord of Ultramar stared at Eden's departing back, his gaze unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden, my brother… I'll come support you. I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned his own essence like fuel, over-drawing his body, forcing his wounds to close at speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stumbled as he moved, injecting himself with several more restorative agents and panaceas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't in good shape either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Guilliman's job was to soak damage, Eden's job was to deal it—and he'd taken plenty of hits in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd also spent an enormous amount of faith energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the armor over his chest was shattered. His breastbone was caved in, his organs ruptured, and countless other wounds covered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, none were immediately fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stabilizing himself, Eden leapt into the void and rejoined the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Lion and the others drawing Angron away, the battlefield had shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine authorities welded into Angron's daemon-body twisted and corrupted cruisers and debris fields alike, violently reshaping the environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere, colossal flesh-vines, magma, fog, and plague-filth formed a labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some zones even connected to the Warp itself—hazards everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos daemons infested it all, pursuing and harrying them without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden crashed down onto a slanted platform below and followed the ebb and surge of warp-taint toward the main engagement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene ahead felt unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel wreckage had been warped into impossible structures balanced on invisible rings. Aberrant flesh swelled and pulsed like breathing organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was how Angron could annihilate fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the beast attacked, the Chaos Gods could use him as a node in a colossal ritual lattice, projecting warp-corruption into the surrounding region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A walking apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's resolve hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Angron reaches Holy Terra or the Dawnlight City webway, that will be the real catastrophe. Everything we've built will be ruined.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destruction was always easier than construction. A city and territory he'd spent decades raising could be corrupted and destroyed by the Chaos Gods in a few hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't even need to do much—just spread taint along the \"nodes,\" and Eden would be stuck cleaning for ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Angron was still constrained by the sector-wide Chaos array. For now, he could only operate within the Vostroya Pan-Sector and the surrounding reaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, even containing him would be nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Eden reached the newest battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the cruiser's engine core—steam thick in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tendons and corrupted flesh had sprouted from engines and valves, intertwining with sparking cables, grinding gears, and unknown fangs that chewed at metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemons grew inside the profaned machinery, occasionally bursting out to ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden snapped an insectoid daemon—its head ringed with jagged teeth—out of a valve and crushed it underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The corruption's getting worse. The longer we drag this out, the lower our odds of winning!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's brow tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemonic ambushes weren't lethal, but they were relentless and infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for primarchs, they were still flesh-and-blood in this galaxy. No matter how tough, a hit still drew blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was obvious: this place was converting into a Chaos realm. Daemons were multiplying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After executing a few more, Eden saw the massive daemon-body in the distance. Metal ruins disintegrated under its blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron radiated a terrifying presence. The gods' warp-power churned in his flesh, and their will could be faintly sensed behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods of the Warp were watching this war—watching the Savior and his brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whum-whum-whum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaghatai Khan weaved through the battlefield on the Pale Eagle, repeatedly accelerating into sudden strikes that carved fresh wounds into Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo manipulated forbidden relics integrated into the Logos Armour, seeking angles to target the monster's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion held the front line, repeatedly parrying the bone-axe and the barbed, fleshy whips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the loyal primarchs, he was the strongest besides Eden himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a rotting maw in Angron's abdomen spewed vile filth—highly corrosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's plague-slurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion reacted instantly, using his nature to evade and plunge into the forests of Caliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The filth followed after him. Nurgle's imps shrieked with glee as the taint spread, twisting the trees where it touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the forest suppressed it before long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fog of corruption expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's automatons and weapons platforms sprouted stinking flesh and began to convulse wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they were living creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mechanical plague?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo realized the fog was devouring his automatons and weaponry—and worse, it was crawling along cables toward the Logos Armour itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He severed the cables in time, sacrificing a mechanical arm to block the infection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when the Khan found an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of the moment Angron finished vomiting the plague, he drove the Pale Eagle at full speed toward Angron's blind side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment the Khan drew close, the daemon-heads embedded across Angron's back snapped open, staring at him with eyes of agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their mouths came a grotesque, genderless scream of noise, an audio-wave that blanketed the area in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh's authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan was hit by the sonic assault, and his prized vehicle immediately lost control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Angron turned to face him directly. The bone-blood axe swept sideways and smashed through the Pale Eagle's auramite plating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force hurled him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan and his vehicle crashed across the ruins—and then the truly dangerous moment came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron spewed magma onto the overturned Pale Eagle, then brought the axe down again and smashed it apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks erupted in a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred machine the Khan oiled, polished, and maintained daily—his beloved relic—was destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan watched, bitterness surging up with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unfurled his relic mechanical wings, surged forward, and carved deeper wounds into the culprit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not long after, he was seized by a monstrous claw and slammed into the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden arrived in time, catching the Khan and preventing him from taking further damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they sprinted and dodged Angron's strikes, Eden spoke to steady him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khan, I'll reimburse this loss. After this, I'll build you a stronger new model. I guarantee you'll be satisfied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan's mood visibly improved. \"Is your weapon ready yet? How much longer do we have to hold?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's countermeasure—his tool for resisting Angron and the gods—had been kept secret. Even they hadn't seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From start to finish it remained sealed within the forge-platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was for safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden feared that if it were exposed, the Chaos Gods would do everything possible to destroy it—leaving him without a decisive answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping it in the forge-platform, protected by holy energy and shielded from scrutiny, was the best option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also worried that the gods might sense the threat and pull Angron back. That would be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So their strategy was to keep striking the gods' chosen, goading him—forcing him to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden checked the latest transmission and answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Half an hour at most. When the time comes, I'll activate it—and end this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the two of them crossed a small stretch of Caliban's forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron pursued closely, but the cramped spacing between the giant trees slowed his chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slaughter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In rage, the beast conjured warp-magma and set the forest ablaze. Heat waves erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden seized the opening, regrouped with the Lion and Perturabo, and reorganized their offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to survive this final stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's Roboute?\" the Lion demanded when he didn't see Guilliman's annoying face. He was genuinely worried. \"How is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that annoying bastard died, wouldn't the world become unbearably dull?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guilliman's fine,\" Eden answered, estimating the time. \"He should be able to rejoin us in about ten minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the current situation, their odds of holding until activation were very good—especially if Guilliman returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The primarch brothers sprinted across new platforms, cutting down the swarming daemons as they ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods shared the same logic: use daemons to drain the primarchs' stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ensure their chosen could kill them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that happened, humanity would lose its power to resist across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Eden and the others stopped short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twisted metal wall rose before them, stretching into the void. Daemonic limbs covered it, swaying like seaweed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dead end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods had reshaped the terrain, raising an impassable barrier here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they turned back, Angron had already burst out of Caliban's forest and cut off their retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him surged a black tide of daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brothers, looks like we keep fighting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden inhaled and charged with the others straight into Angron and the daemon-host behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle erupted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron roared, and the bone-blood axe crashed down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—aimed at Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the blade shattered the ground, Eden was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant came a burst of pain at the back of Angron's skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Rogo's authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden used a cunning, ferocious greenskin authority to slip behind Angron and smash the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, with the Chaos Gods' blessings, the monster was nearly impossible to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden's Diablo the Destroyer authority and greenskin authority still weren't enough to oppose the gods' authorities head-on. All he could do was stall as much as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, if Eden hadn't been resisting the gods' corruption this whole time—slowing the conversion of the battlefield—the Lion and the others would already have fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But time felt unbearably long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For beings at this level, a single second held multiple exchanges. Life and death often decided themselves fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were trying as hard as they could to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion was covered in wounds, barely able to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Eden and rasped, \"Where is Roboute? You said he'd be here in ten minutes to support us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was the plan,\" Eden panted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he thought of something, scalp tingling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that bastard didn't show up late, he should have made it. We're at most a cruiser's distance apart from him. He can't seriously be lost, can he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that exact moment, in another nearby zone of the battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was running like mad, dread in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His promised time was nearly up, and the primarch brothers had shifted the battle farther away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that, the lord of Ultramar forced himself faster, eyes hard as iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden, brothers—hold on. I'm coming!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Guilliman's expression went blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He… couldn't find the way?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to use his warp nature to track the aura of Angron and his brothers, jumping between platforms and spatial zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Found them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Guilliman surged forward in joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed through a twisted zone of the Chaos realm. After a dizzying spin and distortion, his boots hit solid ground again—under searing sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman realized something was wrong and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A death world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The land was crimson, the sun a burning sphere scorching the earth. Within sight, red-skinned daemons lay sprawled across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carpeted the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson daemons had been lounging, half-asleep, but the moment they saw an outsider, they grabbed their weapons and stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surged to surround him, stretching all the way to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's brain short-circuited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the hell did he end up?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Void. Ruins battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rolled to avoid a strike, grief all over his face as he told the others, \"Brothers… if nothing unexpected happened, Guilliman won't be coming anytime soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Eden had lost his psychic link to Guilliman. Guilliman had vanished from this Chaos domain entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were in the middle of a raid, and their tank had somehow wandered off to who-knows-where.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight grew even harder. Stamina bled away fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Eden caught an opening and closed in on Angron's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clanging of the Butcher's Nails was terrifyingly clear—madness made audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could even see, through a wound in Angron's skull, the thing that kept him raging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rope-like \"nail,\" driven deep into the primarch's brain. Under Chaos corruption, it had become an abominable machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It warped thought and manufactured madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden could rip out the Butcher's Nails, perhaps Angron could regain his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That might be one of Eden's paths to victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Chaos sustaining him, the fallen primarch possessed unimaginable regeneration. Ripping out the Nails wouldn't necessarily kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Angron recovered his senses, perhaps his monstrous will—honed by resisting the Nails for so long—could reject the gods' control?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden made the call instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, seized the Butcher's Nails, and tore with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Angron unleashed a howl of agony!\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>",2546,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","01170ede179f467d42776633b5716a8e1f46c339210f60ce671ebe2fe61654ee","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-665","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-663",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]