[{"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-693":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},1681484,2147,"Chapter 693 - 692 — Savior: This Isn’t Ordinary Heresy. Emperor, Hurry Up and Send Some People Over Here!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-693",693,"\u003Cp>[Check out my new fanfic!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Toriko: Hunting With Legends!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fanes's crust shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a terrifying tremor unlike anything before, as if some colossal mass were rolling deep inside the planet's mantle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One giant hive-spire after another shook beneath the geological catastrophe. In the quake zone, whole hive districts collapsed in vast swathes—some were outright annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of millions of lives were buried without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the primary hive—the largest of them all—rocked without pause, and its power grid took a direct hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this underhive bazaar, the lights flickered between bright and dim. Cracks split open in nearby structures at a speed visible to the naked eye. A massive fissure tore upward along the stacked residential blocks, climbing several kilometers in a jagged line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the people in the market, the sudden change was the end of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment, they were laughing and chatting—talking about their plans for Worship Day, talking about the good days that would come once Fanes returned to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe, once the hive expanded again, they'd even move up to a higher tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the disaster came out of nowhere and crushed every expectation. Panic exploded. People screamed, not understanding why this was happening to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor, what's happening?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The heretic xenos are attacking us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's collapsing—run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The residential tier above the market split apart. Fastcrete rubble, mixed with human bodies, rained down and burst into bloody blossoms on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More people were smashed into pulp beneath the falling debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mom…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A filthy child stood frozen, staring at a spreading pool of blood, utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, he'd taken a piece of coarse bread from his mother's hands—about to taste the rare sweetness of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world held too many disasters. Even the smallest disturbance could become torment for the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when they'd done nothing wrong—when they'd simply tried to live quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor above, we beg for Your protection!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In extreme terror, the faithful dropped to their knees, facing the Emperor's statue in the market and pleading for the Great One's safeguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before a calamity like this, an individual had no power to resist. Prayer was all that remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the shattered stone of the statue swallowed them whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The penitents showed no fear at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had known from the beginning that this catastrophe came from forbidden relic-engines. And more of those same nightmare machines would be activated, one after another, until this ugly, heretical planet was reduced to rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Emperor…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He has delivered divine punishment. The heretic traitors of Fanes will fall into endless purgatory, their souls never granted absolution…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu watched the green-glowing heretical idol topple, and comfort flooded through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disaster itself filled him with a sacred sense of mission fulfilled. He had no thought of fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, this wasn't the first time. After the Great Rift, the Third Diocese had destroyed many worlds tainted by heretical creeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether those worlds had been corrupted by xenos and heretic invasion, or whether their own faith had strayed onto the wrong path, the end was always the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine punishment. Total ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu and the penitents stood their ground while people fled in every direction. Even as stones rained down at them, they remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Emperor's guidance, they had destroyed ugly heretics. Whether the victims died in catastrophe or under the extreme torments of xenos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all glory beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would be praised, and the archangels would guide them home to the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The penitents raised their hands high, chanting scripture with fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Thud. Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Falling debris crushed penitent after penitent, until only the elderly one remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prayer cleanses the soul, pain cleanses the flesh. I hear the Emperor's praise!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu smiled in devotion, watching the shadow of collapsing masonry descend from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly closed his eyes, trembling with exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he would return to the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was every penitent's wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the debris shadow swallowed him, Belinu did not feel the expected pain or darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he felt… light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is what it's like to return to the Throne,\" he murmured. \"No suffering. No torment…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed warmth in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes slowly, expecting holy radiance and angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could even glimpse that sacred Presence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he opened his eyes, he saw only an ugly alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spider-shaped xenos lifeform had braced its back beneath the falling wreckage, shielding him tightly under its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canoptek Spyder heaved the debris aside. The beam from its eerie green mechanical compound eyes swept across the aged penitent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Executing protection protocol. Scanning… identity confirmed. Bzzzt… priest. High-tier protection protocol.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Karlozasa Dynasty reacted with terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the disaster hit, the Necrons arrived at the collapse zones, rescuing Imperial citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disintegration beams lanced into the sky to break apart falling boulders. Living-metal bodies interposed themselves between civilians and lethal wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saving lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immortals arrived next, beginning the evacuation of the market crowds. They guided people toward safe sectors and carried away children sobbing in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a massive phase-field rose, bracing the collapsing structures to prevent further disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These living-metal beings obeyed the most fundamental layer of their logic: the protection protocol for Imperial citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They delivered rescue at any cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I was saved by heretic xenos?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu understood what had happened. His hoarse voice shook, and an indescribable humiliation surged into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These damned aliens had stopped him from returning to the Throne. Worse—they had desecrated the purity of his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get away from me, you damned xenos!\" Belinu snarled, snatching up a rock and hurling it at the Canoptek Spyder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted it to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it murdered him, he could still return to the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the stones struck the Canoptek Spyder without effect. There was no response—no attack protocol triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because within Karlozasa's doctrine of logic, priests loyal to the Emperor held an elevated status, guarded by the highest protection protocols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless a priest was judged to be corrupted by Chaos—and unless specific apprehension directives had been received—the Necrons were not authorized to lay hands on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Priest. Bzzzt… you will be transported to a safe zone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immortals stepped in to take over Belinu's \"protection,\" escorting him toward a shelter sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heretics! You're all heretics! Kill me! You can't stop me—can't stain my sacred mission!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how Belinu struggled, the living-metal soldiers continued to execute the deepest layer of their logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he was delivered to the shelter zone: a fortified manufactorum complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were huge numbers of terrified civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they saw Belinu arrive, fear eased slightly from many faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gathered around the penitent as if proximity to a preacher of the Emperor could grant protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, can you tell us what happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, please pray for us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May the Emperor protect us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching Necron-styled Emperor pendants at their chests, the civilians huddled together and began to pray. Belinu's arrival soothed the riot and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed the Emperor would protect Fanes. They believed they would survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not a heretic priest! You're all ugly traitors—stay away from me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the crowd closed in, Belinu felt as if he'd been thrown into hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heretical pendants. The prayers. The scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second he remained here felt like further desecration, as if his soul were being scraped raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worst of all was the way people looked at him with devotion—treating him as a priest of their heretical sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was humiliation beyond endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu knew the truth: a penitent must never be accepted by Fanes's heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the faithful of the Third Diocese learned of this, they would spit on him without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would declare him one of the xenos-heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu wanted only to die immediately and return to the Throne—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the archangels rejected his soul and barred him from that sacred realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To die for the Emperor. Not to seek safety. To die for the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking, Belinu seized a jagged strip of metal and dragged it toward his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt smothered by the stench of heretical faith, as though he were burning alive. He wanted to die as proof of his purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The civilians recoiled in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father's been terrified!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It must be Chaos influence! Those damned heretic xenos are trying to defile our faith—defile our priest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as they watched Belinu scream and thrash, their expressions softened into even greater concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rushed forward, pinned the elderly penitent down, and tore the sharp metal from his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they began hanging their Necron-styled Emperor pendants over him, one after another, hoping the sacred tokens would drive away evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layer after layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu tried to rip the heretical charms off his body, but he couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already exhausted himself in the struggle. In the end, he could only lie on the floor, panting weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The special communicator on Belinu's body lit up. It was a relic device capable of transmitting across a star system. A tiny holographic projection of a bishop rose into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bishop needed confirmation that the plan had been executed successfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Belinu, devout faithful of the Third Diocese. Have you completed the sacred mission?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bishop of the Imperium—will the Imperial fleet truly come?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The civilians fell silent. Excitement flared across several faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They recognized the Ecclesiarchy sigil, the Aquila on the bishop's staff, and the relief of a Living Saint behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bishop… we—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu struggled upright, clutching the device, desperate to report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the heretical tokens hanging all over his body drew the bishop's gaze—and ignited pure disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bishop's voice turned colder still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you, too, have been tainted by heretical faith, Belinu? The heresy of Fanes is so dark that even penitents cannot resist it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Archbishop's judgment was correct. We must destroy this place to preserve holy purity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu realized the danger and panicked, babbling explanations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor preserve me—that's a mistake! I-I'm still pure, still faithful to the Third Diocese!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My… my soul has not been defiled!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I spit on you, Belinu.\" The bishop's voice was sharp as glass. \"Look at what's on your body. You defile my eyes. You defile the Third Diocese.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are stripped of your name. You are no longer a holy penitent. You will not be granted the Emperor's mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bishop was devout—and merciless. He tolerated not even a grain of sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Third Diocese fleet and the holy crusade forces will arrive soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are cursed. Under the Emperor's divine punishment, you will fall into the Avici hell with Fanes itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you—ignorant traitors who believe in heretical doctrine—none of you deserve mercy. You will be burned to ash in the flames of the curse!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bishop's projection swept its gaze over the civilians, contempt leaking through his every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relic device's psycho-reactive coils flared violently, smoke curling upward as the system strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After delivering his pronouncement, the bishop ordered the Astropaths to cut the relic signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu collapsed to the floor, seized by regret and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been branded a heretic and cast out—denied mercy, denied absolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer return to the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No forgiveness awaited him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only eternal agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a century of day-and-night penance, wiped out in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My soul has lost its shelter… daemons… daemons will devour my soul—no, I'm still loyal, I'm not a heretic…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belinu curled into a corner, trembling, muttering nonsense. He no longer had the courage to kill himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the penitent creed, a soul without shelter would be consumed by Chaos and trapped in endless torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the ultimate horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any penitent who lost protection could only spend the rest of their life in fear and despair—terrified of death, just like Belinu now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're heretics?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Imperial bishop called us heretics… why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The civilians finally began to process what they'd heard. Confusion swallowed them whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From birth, they had lived under the Emperor's blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial citizens of Fanes worked every day, bearing the sacred Eleventh Tithe in their hearts without ever slackening, never missing a single Worship Day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were devout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they be heretics?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why would an Imperial fleet come to destroy them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could understand it. Confusion curdled into fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was their only pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that pillar seemed ready to abandon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill seeped into countless hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack formed in what had once been unbreakable faith—and where faith fractured, the Warp's shadow inevitably pressed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the shelter zone's civilians stood in that bewilderment, the planetary tremors triggered more disasters across Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the bottom of the hive, within the sewers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This junction of tunnels opened into a vast chamber where Genestealers gathered in numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse of the Genestealer Patriarch lay sprawled beneath the Rust-Iron Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new, larger Patriarch sat upon it now, one foot planted on the dead body below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intelligence glimmered in its gaze. Rage thundered in the depths of its mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage that came from the Great Four-Armed Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, Eden had controlled a high-tier Genestealer bred from the Bladewing Norn-Queen, slain the Patriarch of this world, and seized command of every Genestealer brood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Eden—the one who carried the Tyranid hive-mind's authority—this was not difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply crushed it through superiority of rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gestalt species like the Tyranids was easy to force into obedience under a higher existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Eden used the Genestealers as eyes and ears to observe Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove them to hunt down the Nachmund Gauntlet Third Diocese's secret detachment, and he destroyed multiple relic-machines from the Dark Age of Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was still too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least one-third of the relic-engines had already been activated, triggering catastrophic geological disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, mass death drew in the Warp. The smell of blood lured wave after wave of Flayed Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the hive, Orks were jolted awake by the quake and surged outward in a green tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Tyranid hive fleet—drawn by something unknown—was turning toward this planet as well, hungry beyond restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fanes had plunged into a crisis unlike anything before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hanging by a thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden's fleet still hadn't arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fanes would have to withstand the first wave on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Ecclesiarchy vermin—this is how they treat a world that's been trying to pay the Eleventh Tithe?\" Eden's brow knotted, anger boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During these days of probing, he had located multiple massive storehouses built across Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of them was packed full of Eleventh Tithe material.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant something startling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For nearly two hundred years of isolation—cut off from the Imperium—Fanes had never once intended to refuse the tithe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No evasion. No \"forgetting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had stockpiled every year's levy, waiting for the day the Imperium returned to collect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the small matter of being ruled by xenos, how many worlds in explaining Imperial space could claim loyalty like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden himself couldn't have done it back then. The moment a world lost contact, he'd happily pocket the Eleventh Tithe to fund development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tithe in those vast warehouses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Karlozasa Dynasty and Fanes's Imperial citizens tightening their belts year after year, saving it bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They treated it as sacred duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dreamed of returning to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now the people of Fanes were being treated like this by the Ecclesiarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their point of view, it would look like the Imperium itself was exterminating its loyal citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drew a slow breath, teeth grinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't they destroying my reputation?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Savior—the Emperor—represented the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Third Diocese was using the names of the Imperium and the Emperor to execute an extermination order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the eyes of the missionary saints and Genestealers, Eden watched hive districts collapse and heard the people of Fanes wailing in the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the cruelty of this galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destruction came without warning. One shockwave was enough to shatter an ordinary life in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No chance to fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No chance to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least the Karlozasa Dynasty didn't sit idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly all Necron forces had shifted into rescue operations, stabilizing collapsing structures with force fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had also sent Genestealer broods out, saving as many lives as they could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I destroyed most of the dark relic-machines,\" Eden assessed, forcing himself to calm, \"and the Karlozasa Dynasty responded fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the very least, they won't collapse completely under the next wave of heretic-xenos attacks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled, tension easing by a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they can hold until I arrive, we can still salvage this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most of Fanes's people will live, return to the New Imperium, and gain a better life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I'll gain the Karlozasa Dynasty's forces and inheritance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that angle, things hadn't yet reached absolute worst-case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the next moment, Eden saw the Third Diocese fleet in orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons appeared utterly unprepared—more like they were welcoming them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Welcoming the Imperium's arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ecclesiarchy fleet's massive broadcast arrays began projecting the Archbishop's ice-cold proclamation down into the hives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the name of the Imperium and the Emperor, he declared that Fanes were heretic traitors and must be destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It triggered unrest on a scale Fanes had never seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nearly choked on his own breath. He felt numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Third Diocese vermin are raising my difficulty settings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they shake the Karlozasa Dynasty's faith and force them into rebellion… how many troops am I going to have to feed into this to put it down?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, Eden's high-tier Genestealers extracted memories directly from the penitents' minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Diocese had done it before, destroying multiple Ecclesiarchy worlds in the name of \"heresy\" simply because they followed different doctrinal sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is outright heresy and rebellion,\" Eden growled, inner fury roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, you could call it misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was extremism—treason, carved into doctrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was simple: Eden had no immediate military force on Fanes capable of stopping the Ecclesiarchy fleet quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe only the Emperor's Legion of the Damned could ignore the barriers of space, manifest here, halt that Ecclesiarchy fleet, and help the local defenders repel the incoming heretic-xenos tides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's condition had been unstable lately. The Golden Throne itself had been… moving, from time to time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to put the Adeptus Custodes and the Grey Knights on edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To draw on that power recklessly might invite further risk—further \"blackening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Eden thought of the priceless xenos inheritance buried beneath Fanes's crust—and the broader situation in the Vigilus region—he clenched his jaw and made the call anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reported Fanes's situation in full to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he urged, bluntly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Third Diocese isn't ordinary heresy anymore. Please—send more people here, and hit them with everything you've got!\"\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>",3170,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","da4b382821d9c8ad3b0ad44da20b9c538951c87ea14307236a757c518fc14de7","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-694","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-692",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]