[{"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-665":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},1681456,2147,"Chapter 665 665: Khan: Warp Nature Awakened—Now This Is Real Speed!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-665",665,"\u003Cp>\"Angron, I'm going to end your suffering!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden braced his boots against Angron's colossal daemon-body. With both hands he seized the horrifying \"locks\" of hair—those Butcher's Nails—and wrenched with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those ghastly strands were like cables, studded with barbs, burrowing from the scalp deep into Angron's brain. From a distance they looked like thorn-wire \"hair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Chaos pollution, that relic-tech had become even more feral and loathsome, writhing like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods had anchored it inside Angron. It was terrifyingly secure, and ripping it out was abnormally difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it sensed danger, the Nails began to struggle, the barbs stabbing into Eden's hands and drinking his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was resisting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abominable machine's motion inflicted unbearable pain on Angron. The self-awareness feedback also disrupted the gods' authority inside him, shaking their control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron howled and smashed everything around him. Daemons were flung away by the bone-axe's sweeping shockwaves, even the ship-engine wreckage was overturned, and plasma-energy erupted into wild turbulence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the beast abandoned the bone giant-axe in agony and reached out to seize the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop him. Execute Contingency Three!\" Perturabo had been tracking the fight the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately directed automatons and weapons platforms. The machines fired volleys of auramite chains, driving them deep into Angron's arms and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was to restrict his movement long enough for Eden to pull out the Nails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was likely the monster's weakest moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Lion and the Khan surged in—one to each side—grabbing the auramite chains and wrapping them around themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with Perturabo and the machine-constructs, they bound Angron's arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron's hands were locked down by thick auramite chains. Unable to touch the Savior, he began to thrash violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure on the primarchs was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Parasites… I will not let go. I will not kneel to you!\" Veins rose across the Lion's body. His already-ruined armor shattered completely, leaving him bare-chested as he forced every ounce of strength into the restraint. Sweat mist rose from his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment he wasn't just wrestling Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wrestling the gods of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Nails loosened, the parasites' will began to waver, their control starting to crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the Khan was wrapped in auramite chains, driving the relic mechanical wings on his back to maximum output—deep blue exhaust flaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wings overheated under extreme load. They turned red-hot and sparked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This has to be reimbursed too!\" the Khan snarled, pushing even harder, letting the flesh on his back scorch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt something inside him loosen—some latent state shifting—so he planted himself, locking down Angron's right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the anomaly struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rifts in the void seemed to be sliced open by a god's hand, and a tide of Chaos surged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were stopping the Savior from destroying the weapon they had cultivated for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daemons!\" The Lion and the others saw it and felt despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no capacity left to deal with the incoming horde. Dodging alone was becoming nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only watch as daemons lunged at them, teeth and claws flashing with lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the Lion and the others did not release the chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even one extra second would give Eden a better chance to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Imperium. For mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's breathing became sharp and tight. He braced his body. The chill of incoming claws made his hair stand on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several daemons reached him. Claws tore open ugly wounds across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still didn't move—until one daemon raised a poisoned, filthy weapon toward his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion realized that weapon could cripple him, even kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon's head exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its corpse fell, and the Lion saw a warrior standing in the distance, wreathed in flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior's armor was black, decorated with motifs of bone and fire. A strange light seeped from his plating, and a ring of fire burned beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Emperor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame-warrior gave the Lion a slight acknowledgment and moved to intercept other daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not fear claws. Every motion was cold and efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fired burning bolt rounds that tore through daemon armor with ease, dropping them one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the layered wreckage-zone, fires ignited—one after another—as more flame-warriors appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They held broken corridors, stood atop rubble, and moved through Caliban's forest, blocking daemons pouring in from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had gained an advantage in the higher-dimensional war against the gods and had dispatched his Cursed Legion into this domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. At least the old man can still hold…\" Eden saw this and finally exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's \"darkening\" had been worsening for some time. Being able to provide even this level of support was already not easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But support was support. It eased the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brothers are holding. I can't give up now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden endured the pain and yanked again, dragging the Butcher's Nails farther out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands were drenched in blood. The Nails crawled along his palms into his forearms, continuing to corrode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was affecting his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forbidden relic-tech was vicious beyond description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron, before the Nails, had been dull in certain ways due to head trauma—but he had a gift: he could sense and absorb the negative emotions of those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could truly empathize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he could reduce people's suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why, even as a slave inside the arenas, Angron still cared for and protected others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took on the slaves' pain and gave them comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He earned their respect and loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Angron had refused to kill his adoptive father in the pits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that defiance, they forcibly installed the Butcher's Nails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That forbidden relic-tech constantly stimulated and tortured his brain. Only violence could dull the neural agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Eden's point of view, without the Nails, Angron might have been one of the kindest primarchs—an earnest, warm-hearted big fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, after the Nails, he fell into endless suffering and lost the ability to absorb negativity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No wonder the gods wanted Angron trapped in tragedy and tightly controlled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden suspected it was a deliberate Chaos plot. Angron's nature—dissolving negativity—was a direct threat to the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Angron could always unite those around him and earn love and loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, the primarchs all had flaws—warped personalities, heavy shadows—and Angron would have been the perfect binder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could have held the brothers together, soothed their pain and darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that sense, Angron might have been even more beloved than Horus—maybe even pushing the Emperor himself into the background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who wouldn't love a big fool who takes care of his brothers and sisters… and would die for them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gritted through the agony, suppressing corruption as he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, even after the Nails, Angron had retained a great deal of awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even led his gladiator \"siblings\" in rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Emperor arrived, negotiated \"peace\" with the world's rulers—and abducted Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As part of the bargain, the gladiator slaves—Angron's brothers and sisters—were executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the true fuse of Angron's fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wanted to live and die with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor destroyed that—coldly—and refused them even a shred of mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That planted the root of Angron's hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor's brain must've been full of sewage,\" Eden had once muttered after learning this history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time the Emperor was likely an arrogant tyrant—self-assured, ruthless, convinced everyone should naturally obey him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything for humanity's \"great cause.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forgot that people have feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Angron, all he had to do was save the slaves too—apply gene-augmentation if necessary—and let them fight together, happy, conquering the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't that have eased the darkness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't it have prevented the fall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tragedy was already sealed. Nothing could be undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If pulling out the Nails restored Angron, that was best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, then the only mercy was to end him—grant him release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden tightened his grip and pulled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the twisting, hideous Nails crawled along the flesh of Eden's arm, as if aiming for his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this thing is either in his head, or in my head—those are the options?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's mind went blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. Let it come. He could take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worst case, he'd get a few thorn-cables as hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his force, the Nails were dragged out halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron's struggle worsened, power surging, stretching the auramite chains to their limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chains began to fail in sequence. The Lion and the others were at their own breaking point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan's relic wings were near total failure from overload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden saw it and grew more frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it got worse. In the next instant, Angron tore the auramite chains apart and backhanded the Lion and the others into the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous hand reached for Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew it. This was his last chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly bit through his teeth and summoned the greatest strength he had ever forced out of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Up. Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Butcher's Nails went taut again. More tore free. They hit the limit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an explosive crack, Eden was flung backward, slamming into debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the small portion of Nails in his hand, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react, the remaining Nails bored into his skull, detonating nerve pain beyond description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it… I'm finished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's brain turned to paste. That was the only thought left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant the Nails were still active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant the damned thing could self-repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The extraction plan had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Angron's pain also hit the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped to his knees, clutching his head, screaming, pulverizing everything in reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… get out… get out… I belong to no one! I am nobody's slave!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-conscious, Eden only felt as though countless ten-thousand-ton hammers were smashing the ground around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several times he nearly got hit. His head rang, as if something was pounding inside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had enough authority and will to suppress pain and corrosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope Sun. Diablo the Destroyer. Greenskin authority. If he \"figured\" it could hold, then it could hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huff—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden finally regained clarity and immediately touched the cables on his head—countless lines running down to his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now had Angron's hairstyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden recovered and retreated from the danger zone at once, regrouping with the Lion, Perturabo, and the Khan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of the primarchs were gasping, exhausted, running on fumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Cursed warriors were disappearing one by one. Even the Emperor seemed to be struggling to maintain support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was the gods' domain, and he still had to spend most of his power restraining his own dark side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Providing even this much help was already difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and the others watched Angron warily as he convulsed and fought himself. They did not attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could tell: their fallen brother's mind was struggling against the Chaos Gods. Any interference could trigger consequences no one could predict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron still had residual selfhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, at least, was good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The scheduled time is up. Your equipment is arriving now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo sent the message to Eden via psychic channel—another piece of good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's heart lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had little combat power left, but with that equipment, their odds would rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Angron didn't fully recover, they would have a countermeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory was tilting toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was about to move when an indescribably evil voice echoed in all their ears—like multiple overlapping beings speaking as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, primarchs of the Imperium… you have no chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and the others felt their blood run cold. They turned toward the source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron quieted, slowly lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was no longer beastlike rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with evil intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that layered stare, Eden saw four wicked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scalp went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like he had played himself and caused the Chaos Gods to… log in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had barely survived fighting an Angron who fought like an unthinking beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they were facing the Chaos Gods controlling that body with full intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden remembered something even more lethal and looked toward distant voidspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive forge-platform finished its Warp transit and emerged into the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the \"daemonized\" Angron looked over, then turned back with a cruel, satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overlapping voice spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… that platform is important, isn't it? What exactly is inside?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden realized the danger. He immediately used psychic sorcery to build a passage to the platform and stepped into it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the foundation of his confidence—being able to reach the platform at will, then equip the armament forged over so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was struck by something and fell out of the passage, crashing back into the same zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't hesitate. He looked to the Lion—who also had the ability to bring him into that forge-platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion moved instantly, tearing open an entrance to Caliban's forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could enter, they saw the forest erupt in an unprecedented volcanic outbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne's magma burned Caliban and sealed the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Angron as the ritual-node, the gods' Warp power surged into something truly horrific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had sealed the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had cut off the primarchs' mobility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under Warp influence, the surrounding wreckage fused and folded inward, encircling the entire zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gurrrk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rotting maw in daemon-Angron's belly vomited digestive slurry and filth. More tiny daemons—Nurgle's imps—appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They visibly grew larger in seconds and lunged at the exhausted primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was both spatial and physical interdiction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing this, daemon-Angron spread his massive wings, whipped up a storm, and flew toward the forge-platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sensed the threat radiating from it and intended to destroy it—ending any chance of failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The primarchs were hit waist-high by filth, barely able to stand. Daemons added further pressure from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were at the breaking point, nearly out of combat power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a total loss…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at daemon-Angron streaking into the void, panic spiking. Was there still any chance to turn this around?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to think through the stabbing pain in his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Guilliman could arrive now, he might help a bit—but it would be limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden needed speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fastest possible speed to reach the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in their current state, they could barely hold their footing. The stench alone was enough to make them dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle's daemons were disgusting and clingy—like walking mountains of meat, blocking every route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan struggled upright. His relic wings drooped, ruined by overload and daemon strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated himself for failing to protect them—because if he still had them, he could have carried Eden to the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, absurdly, his thoughts flashed to his beloved vehicle—the Pale Eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan was smashed away by a chunk of wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he rose from the filth, he saw what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front end of the Pale Eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom-boom-boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Great Unclean One approached like a meat mountain, staring at the Khan while scooping filth into its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A \"gift\" from Grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It grabbed the filth and, along with the Pale Eagle's remnants, stuffed them into its belly maw—then spat the wreckage out with disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indigestible trash…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crushed the wreckage underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Khan, it was humiliation beyond endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the Khan detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power surged through his body. He erupted into speed beyond imagination, dodging the Great Unclean One's attack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he drove a single punch into it and smashed it down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a certain Warp shackle shattered completely, accepted at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White psychic radiance spilled from the Khan's body—the sign of his essence awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khan's Warp nature awakened?!\" Eden stared in shock, then in pure exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primarch's nature always reflected his greatest strength, desire, or worldview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Khan's greatest strength was speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was exactly what Eden needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's nature was Caliban's forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corax's was becoming a flock of ravens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what would the Khan's be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chogoris battle-eagle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come forth—Chogoris's warhawk!\" Eden stared at the Khan wrapped in light, anticipation burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Khan could become an eagle, maybe he could carry Eden to the forge-platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the light faded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden saw a motorcycle so outrageous, so violently \"overclocked,\" that language barely applied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It radiated Warp aura like an eagle among the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some kind of psychic construct, rebuilt from the Pale Eagle's wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might have been the most dazzling vehicle in the entire galaxy—an absurdly cool machine, born of speed itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khan brother, what are you waiting for? Get on!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan sat astride the bike, his surprise still on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted the throttle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine roared.\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>",2842,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","d019d33333fe0f71d3cf0cd0f987ded90e883953aa26c7c0e296f633b30a791a","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-666","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-664",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]