[{"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-700":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},1681491,2147,"Chapter 700 - 699: Savior — Oh No, the Imperium’s Being Counterattacked?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-700",700,"\u003Cp>\"I am the Crown-Breaker, wielder of the Karlozasa Dynasty's authority—let the very stars tremble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabok didn't know when a scepter had appeared in his hand. He slammed it hard into the ground, and the blackstone core set into it erupted with a blinding green radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy spread outward, illuminating the entire ruin in an instant. Dust thrown into the air was ionized by the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by fury, the Phaeron released more of the will he had long kept buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plasma crackled and snapped, leaping from one Canoptek Spyder to another, spearing from one Immortal to the next, until the entire area was saturated with warped ions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dynasty's ruler was mobilizing his army. Batch after batch of Necrons received new control protocols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centered on Zabok, a vast energy ring took shape. Signals carried by the shockwaves propagated across living-metal dermal fields at millisecond speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very quickly, he received a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Canoptek Spyders burst from the ground like cockroaches. Canoptek Doomstalkers buzzed up into the air, broadcasting further signals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those hollow eye-sockets, ominous emerald fire throbbed. The rasp of metal bones grinding against metal was like nails in the ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A five-meter-tall, scorpion-shaped lord smashed out of the rubble, crushing broken masonry beneath it. Its mechanical limbs gouged furrows straight through thick wall-sections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After it came more Immortals, and more Necron Warriors—row after row—appearing atop the shattered ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exalted protocols linked them together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Karlozasa Dynasty had awakened!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underhive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buildings shuddered faintly beneath aftershocks. A mass of refugees huddled and trembled inside a triangular zone formed by a Necron phase field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor… why have You abandoned Your loyal lambs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What mistake did we make—and how can we ever atone for this sin?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive us… forgive the poor people of Fanes…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some believers refused to stop praying, desperate to claw back what had been lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more people had gone numb, stripped of their old expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead-eyed. Hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, they had been declared heretics by the Ecclesiarchy, then attacked by the Third Diocese fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In barely half a day, the people of Fanes had lost their spiritual anchor. They no longer knew where they were supposed to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope was being extinguished, and this planet was sliding toward darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their only consolation was that this region—under the Karlozasa Dynasty's protection—was now safe enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least they had survived the disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least they would not die immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet people noticed that some of the guardians were quietly leaving, as if being dispatched for a new mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refugees watched those worthy guardians depart, tension creeping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That probably wasn't a good sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the crowd, a tall figure wrapped in tattered burlap stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He curled in on himself, wretched-looking, sheltering from secondary collapse like the other refugees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like an underhive beggar—one who lived day to day, never knowing whether tomorrow would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beggar's broken bowl slipped from his hands and shattered on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His metal mandible clicked, and his voice trembled with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The great Crown-Breaker has finally contacted me. This—this is what the Karlozasa Dynasty is supposed to look like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we hadn't been bound by the ethical protocols, that fleet up there wouldn't be worth mentioning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beggar's sudden rise—and his height, over three meters—startled the refugees around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because beneath the ragged burlap was a savage, living-metal body, and the emerald energy humming across him now sizzled and spat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He radiated a faint, instinctive intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the beggar's real identity was a Necron Overlord known as Reaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begging was simply the trade he used to survive after his fall from grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when the Karlozasa Dynasty had ruled Fanes under a human identity, the Necron nobility had also been deeply involved in governance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they quickly lost out under the Imperium's political system. They retained only their noble titles, receiving a generous stipend once every Holy Eleven Tithe cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet some Necron nobles had no concept of money at all. The moment they received it, they spent it with abandon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't last until the next tithe cycle, and they became penniless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So those Necron nobles could only fend for themselves—just like bankrupt humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The better-off found ways to live in the upper hive: security work, factory work, skilled trades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But high-ranking Necrons like Reaper—who knew nothing but slaughter—fell straight into the underhive to \"experience life\" as a beggar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least people felt some sympathy for those afflicted with a \"strange illness.\" Now and then, he could receive coins or sawdust bread. With luck, he could even drink a little cheap liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life was… manageable. He wouldn't \"starve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was nothing more than a clumsy imitation of humanity by Necrons whose minds were failing, whose awareness had gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't eat at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also couldn't truly starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless they decided they ought to starve—and then forced themselves into dormancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few years ago, another friend of Reaper's—a fellow beggar, also a Necron Overlord—had spent too long failing to get food. Eventually he decided he must be \"dying of hunger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a night that was \"cold and starving,\" that beggar-overlord collapsed in an underhive street. The green glow in his eye-sockets no longer shone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered hibernation, allowing himself to be dragged away by Canoptek Spyders tasked with street-cleaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People sighed over it. He was one of the very few beings on that street who had \"starved to death,\" and the administrators were condemned for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some kind-hearted underhive workers even regretted it—why hadn't they given the beggar a little food?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the beggar-overlord's funeral, a priest came specifically to pray for the poor, fallen noble, then had him buried in the underhive's public cemetery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaper attended too. He was deeply saddened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he decided that he needed to beg harder—get more food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he wouldn't starve to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Reaper discovered something unexpected: ever since that beggar-overlord \"died,\" people had become more willing to give him food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were probably afraid that this huge, sickly \"man\" would die as well. People showed more respect to those \"humans\" with the strange illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Karlozasa Dynasty nobles, besides those who went bankrupt and drifted into the underhive, some played all sorts of roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underriver air-fishers. Dock workers. Bryologists. Some even scavenged trash in the deep underhive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called it \"studying the lower ecology.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They immersed themselves in their human roles so deeply that it became absurdly comical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But aside from burning money and roleplaying, these noble classes had hardly done anything truly heinous. If anything, they stimulated local commerce and prosperity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Fanes, compared to Imperial worlds filled with cannibal predators, had developed far better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now all of it had been ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fanes had suffered geological catastrophe and bombardment, forcing them to stop the lives they'd been living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, they had received the Crown-Breaker Phaeron's summons—an existence burning with wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had decided to go to war!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the minds of those Necron Overlords and dynasty nobles, more memories of war resurfaced. More than ever, they wanted to protect this planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, due to long-term erosion of memory, some dynasty nobles still felt uneasy about going to war with the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor above… are we Fanes really going to go to war with the Imperium? Wouldn't that be blasphemy against the great existence?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Necron Overlord clawed his way up from the underhive public cemetery, filthy from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know what had happened, babbling as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium labeled us heretics and attacked Fanes. The Karlozasa Dynasty must strike back…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another dynasty noble answered him, sending the relevant information as a pulse of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Karlozasa Dynasty nobles' transmissions moved and collided within the energy field as they communicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More presences answered the call, their voices joining in:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crown-Breaker—my noble Lord of the Stars—you have finally summoned the masters of your tombs…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah… I feel as if I've regained more freedom. Ancient memories are awakening. The Karlozasa Dynasty is so great—so vast…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We Fanes will never accept slander, never submit to shellfire. Even if we must set the whole starfield ablaze, we will prove our courage and loyalty!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great Crown-Breaker, we should activate those tomb worlds. Only then can we withstand more Imperial fleets. At least five tomb worlds are awaiting your summons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has war finally begun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War! I want more war! The gauss heavy cannons are preheating—I can't wait to annihilate every enemy and blow that fleet apart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—bad. That one's gone insane. He thinks he's a greenskin Ork and doesn't recognize friend from foe. Strip him out of the energy field before he contaminates the rest of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Humans? What humans? Aren't we Necrontyr?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the Old Ones' white-furred ape armies come to attack again? Has the Star God issued new orders?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another one's snapped—strip him out as well!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a round of chaos, the Karlozasa Dynasty finally consolidated all information and removed the mad ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Necron Overlords and dynasty nobles began moving toward the upper hive to meet their great Crown-Breaker—Phaeron Zabok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere on Fanes grew heavier by the minute. More terrifying war machines were activated, and emerald ripples of power lit up the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After answering the summons, Reaper stepped out of the crowd as well, heading toward a massive scorpion-shaped living-metal machine that had just arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big guy—Fanes is going to war?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An underhive vendor suddenly called out. He recognized the fallen oddball who had been begging on these streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd heard the man used to be an upper-hive noble, and had even attended the governor's banquets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaper paused. A cold electronic voice came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But this isn't our fault. The Imperium attacked Fanes first. The governor has already issued the war order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We will destroy all invading enemies and defend our home. The guardians will fight to the last—until the final drop of blood is spent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we and the Imperium…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We Fanes are loyal—but we must fight. Perhaps Fanes will leave the Imperium forever, but at least we might survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying that, Reaper climbed onto the scorpion-shaped Destroyer vehicle and left the refugee shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blades had been restrained for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to reap every enemy life—tear apart every flesh-bound body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underhive vendor and the refugees stared blankly as the oddball departed. There was a question they still hadn't managed to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they still worship the Emperor in the future?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not… then what being were they supposed to worship?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of everything that had happened, the people in this region clenched their fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps they should join the fighting too—resist the invaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clack clack clack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the streets of the hive's ruined districts, a black tide of Necrons appeared. Their footsteps struck the ground with mechanical indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collapsed-sector tombs were awakened. Regimented armies marched out from monumental tomb structures, replenishing the dynasty's strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A merciless living-metal host, bound by protocol, would eradicate every enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the rubble of a nearby ruin, several genestealers quietly poked their heads out, as if trying to spy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant they revealed even a sliver of themselves, a sweeping ion beam turned them into drifting blood-mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ruin they hid in was bombarded, leaving them no chance to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the Karlozasa Dynasty had initiated its war protocols, all life other than the people of Fanes was an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the Imperial Ecclesiarchy fleet above, or opportunistic heretical xenos trying to invade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All would be targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a war of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is getting dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The signal interference is too severe—those trashy Third Diocese systems can't project messages at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those tin-cans are too materialistic. Mirage-visions are hard to project…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the spying genestealers were killed, Eden's vision was cut off, and his brow tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through the countless streams of biological data, he could roughly grasp what was happening on Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Crown-Breaker Phaeron was furious. Under his command, the Karlozasa Dynasty was already preparing for war—and their strength exceeded Eden's earlier estimates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Third Diocese fleet's armaments are like little snacks in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is power that could sweep an entire sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget this sector—even the Imperium itself would have to treat it with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Crown-Breaker Phaeron truly rises up, it could become the most terrifying Necron invasion the Imperium has ever faced.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what Eden thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew a Phaeron's power went far beyond this. This was a high-tier existence—one who had once fought beside the Silent King, overthrowing the Old Ones and the Star Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren't many like that even among the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now this power would not become Eden's support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had become a massive obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would make the Vigilance Star campaign brutally difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, Eden couldn't even send down Hexbound Genestealers to bluff with \"miracles\" anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he did, odds were it would turn into a straight brawl the moment they landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Karlozasa Dynasty was sharpening its blades, ready to counterattack the Imperium. The Third Diocese fleet might get swallowed whole—and at such a critical moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Frekbor… that bastard really deserved to die ten thousand times over…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grit his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He considered forcibly pulling Imperial armies over to solve this, but that could also hollow out other defenses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handing the Chaos Gods and the Silent King an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It feels like some force is pushing me to redeploy the Imperium's garrison armies. If I actually do it, I'll be stepping right into their trap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering that, Eden extinguished the idea of issuing a mobilization order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose to wait—watch how Fanes evolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn't doing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that plan failed, then he would have no choice but to bring troops in and purge the place by force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not allow this to affect the Vigilance Star situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was going to stop him from getting the Blackstone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, Eden exploded in a string of curses, feeling numb all the way through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor damn it—how does the Karlozasa Dynasty even have something like this?! How the hell are we supposed to fight that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, on the surface of Fanes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground in the hive's outskirts cracked and sank, revealing a pitch-black chasm below. Azure energy blossomed outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue sphere rose slowly from the depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath it was a blackstone plinth, coated in extremely complex mechanical structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the portion exposed aboveground already stood more than twenty kilometers tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Eternity Orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient and rare weapon—one that had once been used against the Old Ones during the War in Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, it was a terrifying cannon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And its ammunition was a fragment of a star!\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>",2480,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","ef216ca01ed201e1401656aea61d81a1b35b2e927dfcff700433f787225d3e08","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-601","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-699",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]