[{"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-681":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},1681472,2147,"Chapter 681: The Savior Actually Did It in Full View of Everyone…","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-681",681,"\u003Cp>Fashimel had nowhere left to retreat. (I like more this name)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd shoved her forward again, and she bumped into Great Asurmen’s psychic shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the softness at her chest was squeezed out of shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel let out a small sound and hurriedly edged back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only came up to Great Asurmen’s chest. Looking up at that towering presence, she burned with shame at her own clumsy intrusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet she could feel it even more clearly now, the pull radiating from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This beautiful warrior was warm all over, her breathing unsteady, her chest rising and falling as she stood there at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She feared punishment from that existence. For a Child of Alaitoc, that would be humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the punishment she expected never came. There wasn’t even a strange look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great Asurmen lowered his gaze. Even his smile was elegant, and his gentle voice settled her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guardian, you needn’t be so rigid. I understand the pain in your souls, and your longing for shelter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled as he spoke, showing no reproach for the Alaitoc warrior’s inadvertent offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his psychic senses, he could feel the Children of Alaitoc’s souls: fissured, fragile, starving for comfort and care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand and lightly set it against her pale, soft cheek, speckled with spots of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel flinched on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason, she didn’t want to pull away. She let that presence touch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something she had never experienced before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, very quickly, she felt an indescribable fullness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm current, rich with fragrance and a powerful presence, poured into her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel realized that Great Asurmen was healing her soul. The skein of fate had favored her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her soul mended and relaxed into that comfort, her long legs drew together involuntarily, and a wave of weakness rolled through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been healed in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the skein of fate...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a miracle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Children of Alaitoc stared at the faintly trembling Fashimel, eyes wide, shock washing through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the seers could not accomplish something like this, yet the Great Asurmen before them had restored a withered soul webbed with cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that wasn’t a miracle, what was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, their awe and reverence deepened, and with it came a desperate yearning to receive the same blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this exalted being truly be the Aeldari’s savior?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the span of moments, Great Asurmen had overturned the Children of Alaitoc’s impressions of a Commorragh ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not a mad, cruel, greedy schemer or pirate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an elegant, benevolent ancient noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guardian, this is a gift you have earned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After publicly gifting this Alaitoc Guardian with a surge of life energy, Eden produced a brilliant spirit-stone pendant and placed it in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell the Guardian was kind and loyal. Odds were she had given her own spirit stone to kin who needed it more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sort of character deserved better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh... A-Asurmen, my lord... Thank you for your gift...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cradling the radiant spirit stone, Fashimel was so overwhelmed by the impact of her soul’s healing that her words came out tangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden said nothing more. He only nodded, offering her an elegant smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a good mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d wanted a perfect example to stage a \"miracle,\" and this warrior had practically delivered herself to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew the Aeldari were an intensely spiritual people, most of their culture rooted in their pantheon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as he could seize a place in their inner world, the seers’ opposition wouldn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when they were desperately weakened, and he held the advantage of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the time came, whether he played soft or hard, the seers would have no room to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After doing all this, Eden withdrew his hand and continued forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already see the outline of the residential districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, more Aeldari would gather, and he would descend like the prophets of their myths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by countless Aeldari, he would walk step by step toward Alaitoc’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Fashimel still hadn’t fully come back to herself from that soul-filling sensation. The moment Asurmen’s life energy was withdrawn, an unbearable emptiness yawned open inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, her companions caught her in time, sparing her an even more undignified sprawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Children of Alaitoc looked at Fashimel with envy in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could see it plainly: her soul had broken free of the Dark Prince’s greedy corrosion and torment, becoming whole and pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessing of the skein of fate was so beautiful, and all of it had been bestowed by Lord Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel’s pale face was flushed. The softness at her chest still rose and fell, as though she were tasting some lingering aftereffect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the day she was born, she had never possessed such a complete soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even sensed a faint damp warmth, and with it more strength returning to her body, her stamina recovering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she refused to admit was that the image of that presence still filled her mind, and she wanted nothing more than to draw close to him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That overwhelming aura, she might never forget in a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, I will make good use of this gift, and protect more of our kin...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at that elegant, noble back, Fashimel pressed the brilliant spirit stone to her chest with both hands, holding it tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with renewed resolve, she led the Guardians after that presence, heading toward the central district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this region, some of the Children of Alaitoc had begun to believe that Great Asurmen could save this world as it slid toward ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The influence of the Aeldari savior was spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once I reach the residential districts, I’ll be surrounded by the masses. Won’t Alaitoc’s people be lining the streets, offering food and drink to welcome the king’s host?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he had only swayed a portion of the Guardians. The number wasn’t large. More Aeldari were concentrated in the central district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he crossed the defensive line and entered the city, he would truly be in his element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could reach the central district, an obstacle appeared: a force of Warlocks approached, their posture faintly barring the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Farseer is willing to ally with you, but she has not permitted you or your forces to enter the central district.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer’s eyes were clouded, yet the psychic power churning within him was potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a veiled warning: the distant kin of Commorragh were not to cross the boundary the High Farseer had drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Aeldari wanted Drukhari pirates too close to their core. Many didn’t even want them on their world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Lord Asurmen’s host looked different from other corsairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer’s presence sharpened Eden’s vigilance. He never underestimated any psyker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those creatures could tear open space itself and conjure vast Warp storms, full-field annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Aeldari seers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had taken psychic mastery to heights humanity could not reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the battlefield earlier, he had already seen how destructive Aeldari seers could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In extremis, they could even draw on the Infinity Circuit’s spiritual power, inflicting catastrophic trauma on their enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the amassed force of countless Aeldari souls, a mutual-destruction tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some craftworlds, on the eve of annihilation, would use such methods to die alongside their foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines had suffered that lesson before: an entire great host wiped out during an assault on a craftworld, and even a civilized world lost in the fallout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After shattering that civilized world, the craftworld simply fled, and no one could catch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Eden had no intention of forcing the issue head-on. It would be a double loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he could block their psychic onslaught and protect every unit, he would likely end up crippling the craftworld’s Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That did him no good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if some shard of the Death God, or an Avatar of Khaine, crawled out from an altar within the Infinity Circuit...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be a bigger problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those beings were colossal. Dreadnoughts, Imperial Knights, heavy armor and the like would be little more than snacks before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he summoned an Avatar of the Hope Sun and won, there wouldn’t be much profit in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the old Imperium’s \"no cost too high\" mindset toward heretics and xenos, Eden calculated the exchange. He did not fight wars that bled him dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to the elder seer, maintaining his grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seer, Redemption Elysium has come to offer aid. Alaitoc needs our generous assistance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rule was simple: while they were weak, he would plant himself here and refuse to leave, taking as much as he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alaitoc welcomes any ally and any help, and we are grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you truly wish to help this world, then please leave for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, we will visit you ourselves to discuss the terms of alliance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer’s words were orderly and reasonable, but the caution in them was unmistakable. He might as well have said outright: I do not trust you Commorrite kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Alaitoc had never been so weakened, and that was precisely why they could not expose their true state. He had to be harder now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed the distant kin of Commorragh to understand that if they entertained unworthy thoughts, Alaitoc still had the strength to resist and go to war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give them only a few days, and the High Farseer could temporarily suppress the Dark Prince’s Chaos taint and free herself from the Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her might would once again cover the entire craftworld, calling up the homeworld’s spiritual power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Commorrite kin tried to attack, it would not be so easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the galaxy, every surviving Aeldari branch was formidable. None were simple to extinguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer looked toward the cluster of people behind Asurmen and frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children of Alaitoc, step away from that ruler of Commorragh. We must hold fast to our faith, restrain desire, and avoid indulgence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer was outside Eden’s life field and did not know what methods Lord Asurmen had used to draw their kin so close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew one thing: this could not continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Children of Alaitoc hesitated. Reluctantly, they put distance between themselves and Lord Asurmen, but they did not fully leave. They were waiting for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel’s blue eyes lingered on Asurmen’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s struggle, she crossed the boundary between the two sides and spoke to the elder seer, telling him everything she had experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seer, that presence truly came to help us. He bears the blessing of the skein of fate...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That requires more proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh’s kin are skilled at manipulating souls. That may be a false healing they conjured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s more, it could conceal a terrible risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel, you are still young. You do not understand the malice of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We must be wary of any tampering with the soul. No one can know whether Commorragh’s kin have truly fallen, whether the Dark Prince is guiding them to lay a trap for us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer was patient as he explained to the young Guardian, only three hundred years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have lived too long. I have seen many seers blinded by false salvation, their souls falling into the hell the Dark Prince forged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this, you must go to the Path Shrine and let the seers examine your soul for any irregularities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>May the skein of fate watch over you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer’s insistence left Fashimel with nothing to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned back to Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen, Alaitoc thanks you for your help. Please depart as soon as possible, and you will have our gratitude...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he displayed the payment behind him, Alaitoc’s offered wealth. To Commorragh pirates, it would have been lavish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A handout to send away a poor, rough cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he saw Asurmen’s host drawing closer, his words faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That equipment, as splendid as it was artistic, and the spirit-stone fragments set into it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made Alaitoc’s gift look pitiful by comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This elder seer had rushed here first, lacking the full picture, trapped by old assumptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, his foresight had been muddied by the Dark Prince’s taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only act on what his senses told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the higher seers, it was worse. They couldn’t even leave the Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer looked at Fashimel, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Asurmen’s host?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body trembled slightly. Commorragh’s distant kin were far stronger than he had imagined, and that only made it more vital that they not be allowed into Alaitoc’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder seer drew a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prepared to order the Warlocks into a final standoff, delaying for as long as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alaitoc was like a wounded lion, but it could still bare its remaining claws to frighten off enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It needed time to lick its wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen, your actions are destroying our alliance!\" The elder seer’s voice hardened as he watched the assault skimmers roll in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warlocks raised their guard as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alaitoc’s last elite force, they could unleash terrifying destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden would not let this old seer shatter the friendly atmosphere he had cultivated for so long, nor would he give Alaitoc’s High Farseer time to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never forgotten why he’d come: to \"deliver warmth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the upper seers were stubborn, then he needed to seize the middle and lower ranks of Alaitoc as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seer, you may be mistaken about us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh, or rather Redemption Elysium, has no desire for Alaitoc’s wealth. The abundance we possess is beyond your imagining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And we have received the selfless protection of the Goddess of Life Isha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden’s voice carried on psychic resonance, spreading outward so every Child of Alaitoc could hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Asurmen’s words, paired with Redemption Elysium’s vehicles, the host’s gorgeous armor, and their proud composure, were compelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Children of Alaitoc gathering in greater numbers turned their eyes on Redemption Elysium’s warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They realized those Commorrite kin looked at them the way they themselves looked at the scattered, backward Aeldari eking out lives in the wilds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something the Children of Alaitoc had never experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the craftworlders were being looked down on by Commorragh?\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>",2437,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","d3db3e4bc4e1ed609aea3aa72c0772e9f5f2ba0cfba55d45d6f6fb9e07894664","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-682","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-680",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]