[{"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-686":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},1681477,2147,"Chapter 686 685 — Savior: To the World’s Expectation, This World Begs for the Savior’s Descent!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-686",686,"\u003Cp>The champion of excess, Gaerki, slammed headfirst into the Warp rift in a surge of manic excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him poured the entire Corpse Brotherhood, along with a vast host of Slaaneshi daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, they set foot on Alaitoc's ground, and the Aeldari scent in the air was intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic was everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince's favored loved corrupting Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to other life, the Aeldari were sweeter prey, and easier to seize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the favored faced Aeldari, they acted without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew these people feared them, and that fear strangled most of their fighting strength before a battle even began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden appearance of the Warp rift and the Dark Prince's minions triggered terror throughout the Children of Alaitoc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The skein of fate… has it stopped sheltering this world?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel stared at the roiling tear and the daemons clawing their way through it, a suffocating dread rising in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the rift had opened inside a residential district, bypassing every prepared defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant Alaitoc's perimeter had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was less than ten kilometers from the Dome that housed the Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel and the Guardians were frantic. Their numbers in this sector were far too small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were being heavily suppressed. The Dark Prince's minions projected sonic waves and tainted Warp-energy that left them dizzy and unsteady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom, boom, boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaerki hefted his Blastmaster and fired sonic pulses into the surrounding buildings. The noise spread like a moan made into a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those waves carried filth and power, smashing structures apart as they rolled outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, noise-chariots poured out even more polluted Warp-energy, striving to taint the craftworld as broadly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against Alaitoc—whose people lived and died by the integrity of their inner worlds—this kind of attack was devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp-tainted sound and hallucination were fouling their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaerki didn't even particularly enjoy killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he enjoyed was forcing others to witness the profane \"art\" he created.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true pervert. A walking contamination engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly why Eden had chosen him: low lethality, maximum humiliation and corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari caught in the sonic weapons shook under the torment of noise and illusion, their bodies going slack, their will to resist dissolving into helpless tremors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front-line Guardians suffered the worst of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… stop. Stop this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel's cheeks flushed, her whole frame trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was breached. She saw the ugly silhouettes of excess-daemons, and scenes so blasphemous her stomach lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer filth was unbearable. She couldn't even keep her weapon steady in her grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Behold my art, you wretches!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari's fear only made Gaerki more excited, more twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noise Marines were terrifying even at the best of times, and this unit—reinforced by the Burning Legion's Chaos tech-adepts—was worse still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time it was a coordinated strike from within and without, perfectly positioned, perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope Sun's dark side applied part of its illusion-projection authority. Statues of \"Asurmen\" raised throughout the districts, along with the spread of sonic weaponry, formed a precise system for broadcasting polluted hallucinations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In plain terms: this \"savior,\" Asurmen, was projecting countless obscene visions across the craftworld—visions designed to shock and violate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a people like the Alaitoc craftworlders, whose defense against corruption was purity of mind, it was simply too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They relied on spiritual clarity to resist taint. Once that line broke, the backlash was even more severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh. I didn't expect I'd start looking more and more like a Dark God myself…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down on the battlefield through Diablo the Destroyer's authority-vision, feeling a faint, complicated pang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Chaos Gods, he was only weaker in raw authority, and still retained humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reduced version of a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one day he ever abandoned his humanity and began corrupting his own faithful, he could likely stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe even stronger—strong enough to smash one of them into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: Eden already had the ability to step onto the stage of the Great Game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply a question of whether he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he did not. The price was too high, and the loss of humanity alone was unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden intended to dominate the galaxy and the Warp as a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was advancing toward that goal step by step—and he had reached a critical node where he needed blackstone as a core resource.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same prize certain ancient species coveted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such as the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden focused on Alaitoc's virtual tactical map, where red markers flared across the core zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Chaos incursion had roughly a dozen target sites—each one a teleport insertion that bypassed defenses and landed in vital districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His directive to the noise units was simple: damage infrastructure, pollute the mind, then drive hard toward the Dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would minimize casualties on both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the current attack was only the appetizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a \"performance strike\" by his own forces, meant primarily to manufacture panic and pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the damage was aimed at buildings and at spiritual contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truly lethal threat was the Dark Prince's main daemon host, which would soon be bearing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had to resolve every obstacle and seize control of the Infinity Circuit before that host arrived—claiming this world completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he could draw on Hope Sun and the Goddess of Life Isha to strengthen the Infinity Circuit's veil-shield, sheltering the craftworld together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The pressure still isn't enough…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden considered, then projected more of Hope Sun's dark-side, Slaaneshi taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The craftworld's air grew heavier, clammy, unnaturally damp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the dozen-plus Chaos strike groups intensified their assault toward the Dome, tightening the noose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Alaitoc's pressure reached a certain threshold, his role as the \"savior\" could begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newly repaired structures in the Central District collapsed again. Tainted tendrils crept along the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardians' resistance was pitifully weak; even their thrown shuriken lost accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is Asurmen's force?! The Guardians are being severely corrupted. We can't hold against the Dark Prince's minions!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burly Guardian leader fought with difficulty and shouted despite himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always opposed Asurmen. Now he was begging for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asurmen's warrior detachments could resist these filth-soaked daemons far better than they could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Commorragh kin seemed delayed by some unseen obstacle. They still hadn't arrived in this sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the lines broke and the Dark Prince's minions closed in, the Guardians tasted death in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Skein of fate above… are we returning to the Infinity Circuit?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel clutched the brilliant soulstone at her chest, realizing their unit didn't even have the strength to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies were going soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what she didn't expect was that the daemons didn't seize the chance to slaughter them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they surged straight toward the Dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Skein of fate… the daemons' target is the Infinity Circuit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That realization drove Fashimel and the others into deeper despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Infinity Circuit was Alaitoc's foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the seers truly withstand the Dark Prince's corruption?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the seers' situation was worse than anyone imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already desperately weak under Slaanesh's influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the Dark Prince's favored inside Alaitoc, converging on the Dome from multiple directions, it became a pincer attack from front and rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a wraithbone dwelling, High Farseer Elarai bore the greatest pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was linked to the Infinity Circuit and, through it, connected to many sectors of Alaitoc—so she received the heaviest flood of debauched taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those profane hallucinations rampaged through her inner world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy farseer had always kept herself pure. She had never endured such violation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her entire body trembled, burning hot, as vision after vision assaulted her—images she could not bear, including grotesque, humiliating scenes of herself with \"Asurmen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Skein of fate above… is this truly Alaitoc's destiny?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should I do to turn this back…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarai's gentle voice shook as she tried to resist the taint, but there were too many breaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her psychic power could not seal it all. The high seers were retreating step by step, failing faster with each moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their psychic sight, the Dark Prince's minions were already closing on the Dome—an unprecedented crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Infinity Circuit was damaged, Alaitoc would face annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarai gathered the high seers. If the daemons broke into the Dome itself, they would use the altar to summon a god's avatar for a last stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is Asurmen's force?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We must ask the Commorragh kin for aid. They can resist these daemons…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high seers whispered among themselves. The strike had been too sudden. Guardians across the craftworld couldn't disengage, and no reinforcements could arrive in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one they could rely on was Asurmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces stiff with embarrassment, they turned their eyes toward Elarai's beautiful, strained expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some among them had openly or covertly opposed Asurmen and clashed with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps only the High Farseer could ask for aid in Alaitoc's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have already sent the request to Asurmen. But I do not know whether he will agree.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarai's grief was heavy, her tears held back by sheer force of will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Alaitoc had accumulated too many conflicts with that presence—and had stained his goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, another humiliating flash of \"Asurmen\" crossed her mind, and her psychic defenses faltered further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the horror of a Dark God: corruption ignored distance. The ancient Aeldari Empire had fallen under that same rapidly spreading taint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why was Chaos able to breach Alaitoc's defenses so easily?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blind seer was furious, and he spoke his prophecy aloud:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the skein of fate, I saw the shadow of a distant kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that Asurmen could have worked with the daemons and sabotaged our veil-shield from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is the culprit. He will never aid us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high seers' expressions shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not an absurd possibility: the Commorragh kin becoming slaves to the Dark Prince was entirely plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were true, everything suddenly made grim sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My friends, Alaitoc can no longer afford to enrage that presence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old seer looked even older. He let go of something he had clung to for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Instead, we must show as much goodwill as we can, and beg for his aid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blind seer bristled, trying to object, but the old seer cut him off with a stern voice and the conclusion none of them wanted to hear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Asurmen has truly become the Dark Prince's slave, there is only one outcome waiting for Alaitoc—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total extinction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high seers fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear spread through them like a leak they couldn't patch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't want that fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, without realizing it, the scales in their hearts tilted as they prayed to the skein of fate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prayed that Asurmen was not corrupted, that he would send reinforcements instead of letting Alaitoc die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even felt a thread of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they hadn't pushed Asurmen away…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they have avoided such a terrible ending?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Chaos incursion forced these proud craftworld seers to face an ugly truth: they had no trump card left, and no room to choose freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time dragged on and one defensive line collapsed after another, their nerves stretched to the breaking point. Despair fermented in the air, and even the skein of fate turned hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike had been too precise, too sudden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they summoned a god's avatar to smash the invaders, the remaining psychic power would still be insufficient to uphold the veil against the Dark Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would slide, slowly, into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the seers—more and more Children of Alaitoc were praying for Asurmen's rescue to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, joy flickered across Elarai's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Asurmen is personally leading his forces to block the Dark Prince's minions. He swore to drive back every enemy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high seers' emotions lurched like a roller coaster—hope flooding back so hard it almost hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even managed a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alaitoc was saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Alaitoc's Central District, Eden received the High Farseer's pitiful plea for help, then surveyed the battlefield from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My role as the savior is due.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the command of the great Asurmen, black-armored warriors appeared in the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With exquisite technique, they cut down the invading daemons as if the taint couldn't touch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For these elite Drukhari, fighting daemons was routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when the Redemption Satellite Zone was still a satellite district, it had endured dozens of daemon incursions. The great Asurmen had even captured daemons and released them into the streets to purge the Drukhari's fear by force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching gladiators fight daemons in the arenas was standard entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the warriors had accumulated immense experience against daemons—especially these elite black-armored troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle felt easy for another reason as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Dark Prince's name, Eden issued a withdrawal order to the Burning Legion units that had invaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were to evacuate Craftworld Alaitoc as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaerki and the other champions of excess were unhappy, but they didn't dare disobey that presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought while retreating toward the rift, making it look as though they had been driven off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden also organized rescue operations aggressively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He urged the Children of Alaitoc to evacuate immediately toward sectors where statues of the Goddess of Life Isha stood, where protection would be strongest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha's blessing could shelter them from the polluted hallucinations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate the advantages of Isha's faith—to make that belief take root completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Aeldari's so-called goddess Lileath, she could stand aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she couldn't even protect her own faithful, what right did she have to claim a place here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden commanded from a luxurious sail-barge, \"parading\" through district after district. Wherever he went, daemons fled wailing, scrambling to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm and unwavering, he broadcast a speech to the entire craftworld:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children of Alaitoc, my kin. I am Asurmen, heir to an ancient bloodline. The Dark Prince has invaded this world with cruelty, and all life now faces the risk of being devoured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But we will not yield. I will lead you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden boarding strike became, in Eden's hands, an extinction-level crisis—then he used it to flood the craftworld with his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice. The noise incursion had caused a tremendous uproar, especially the sonic weaponry, which had blanketed a vast area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen elite Chaos strike teams exploited defensive gaps and, through sheer spectacle and timing, created the impression of a full legion's onslaught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly the moment for propaganda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the face of disaster, a ruler had to appear, project strength, and consolidate support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you hid away like the Seer Council, you could never forge real authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Eden's posture, a level of prestige never seen before began to form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the high seers hid within the Dome, it was the great Asurmen who stepped forward and saved the Children of Alaitoc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began to believe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That presence truly was the Aeldari's savior.\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>",2530,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","24921d60b7497b6fdbe86beb6231ddab05d7e59bd1f86070a28d0ec3d7f4f1ec","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-687","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-685",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]