[{"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-701":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},1681542,2147,"Chapter 701 - 700: Savior — Watch Closely. This Is the Wisdom of the Imperium’s Ancestors!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-701",701,"\u003Cp>Eden had once dug into the tomb-world of a certain unlucky Necron Overlord—one who called himself the Nameless One and insisted his true name could not be spoken aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that excavation, Eden obtained information about the Æonic Orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Æonic Orb was a creation of the Necrons—or rather, of the Necrontyr—at the height of their civilization, back when they slaughtered their enemies across the stars under the dominion of the C'tan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any species that dared resist that rule and that power would have its system's sun stripped away, leaving behind only endless darkness and killing cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the shattered remnants of those destroyed stars, they were fashioned into the Æonic Orb's ammunition—terrifying beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the data Eden had, the Æonic Orb was a weapon of annihilation with an enormous effective area. Compared to it, a cyclonic torpedo was basically just an oversized grenade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed likely that before humanity ever colonized Fanes, this system had been the capital of the Kalozasa Dynasty—otherwise it wouldn't possess such a monstrous defensive weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew the Æonic Orb existed, yet even so, he found it difficult to estimate its true destructive output.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter what, that thing can flip the Third Diocese's main fleet,\" Eden muttered. \"Kalozasa really is a dynasty ruled by a Phaeron. With an Æonic Orb as the backbone of Fanes' defense grid, a conventional fleet can't do a damn thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help thinking about someone else's inheritance, and sighed with genuine regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a perfect weapon. Pity it doesn't belong to humanity. If I could dig it out and haul it back… better yet, I'd dig up the entire tomb…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While thinking, he didn't hesitate for even a second. In the form of a mind-vision, he sent a message to Chapter Master Ansemor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told the man to immediately take command of the Third Diocese fleet and run—get far, far away from Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main reason was simple: the Kalozasa Dynasty was moving too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Eden dealt with the archbishop, the Crownless Phaeron began acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Eden finished executing the heretic and seizing the fleet, the Necron armies were already assembled—and their macro-cannon was already emplaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was anyone supposed to \"talk\" under those conditions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All one could say was that their mobilization speed was absurd. No lag at all. Even the Tyranids might not match it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the Necron forces were utterly standardized, fully obedient living-metal machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, they couldn't stay in this system for the time being. The Third Diocese fleet had to leave as fast as possible—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—so that this pathetic fleet wouldn't get wiped in a single sweep by the Æonic Orb's main gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best approach was to wait for Eden's own Imperial Vigilance Star Expeditionary Fleet to arrive—along with allied Aeldari, Ork, and Tyranid fleets—then decide how to resolve the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those armed fleets were already in transit. They would reach the Fanes System soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Eden, this \"Savior\" and \"Emperor of the Imperium\"—he didn't necessarily have many talents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing he did have was troops. As many as needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the arriving fleets still couldn't solve the problem, he could simply use the Webway to keep pulling in reinforcements until that Phaeron was kneeling and begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for the defensive risk of shifting forces around—what war has no risk? Win first. Talk later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, Eden sent the situation report of the Fanes System to the Departmento Munitorum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instructed them to calculate, under worst-case assumptions, how many forces would be required to drown the Kalozasa Dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, some senior Munitorum officials who hailed from the old Imperium quietly believed their Emperor was being overly cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium's economy and defensive strength had risen dramatically compared to the Regent era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They argued the Imperium should raise the Imperial Tithe, absorb more resources, and launch one thundering crusade after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Emperor wanted more than \"more.\" He wanted the Imperium to stabilize growth while advancing step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping those armed forces in reserve inside Imperial space meant that when a critical moment arrived, they could erupt with terrifying suppressive power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put simply: the Emperor had a firepower-deficiency phobia. He didn't want his armies scattered. He wanted the ability to concentrate overwhelming force on demand and crush any enemy outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the time, Eden was rather gentle—hardly a ruler addicted to war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He preferred to win through operations and planning, to break opponents without fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the other side refused to give face, then fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleet bombardment it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd show them what it meant for his fleet to blot out the void like a sky of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Emperor's order reached the Munitorum, the new Imperium's war machine—terrifying beyond imagination—began to turn, and inconceivable violence started to gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Third Diocese flagship, Eden's awareness remained concealed within a chicken-thief creature, subtly guiding the fleet's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving the message, Chapter Master Ansemor ordered the Navigator to enter jump status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet would enter the Warp as a whole and withdraw far from Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the moment the Gellar Field came online, Eden sensed something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His perception of the Warp was exceptionally sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn't normal jump-condition. The Warp is far too chaotic. If we force entry, the ships will be torn apart by a massive storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it the blackstone tomb complex beneath Fanes, or interference from the Æonic Orb?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Either way, we must abort the jump!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warp travel was that dangerous—one mistake and it was shipwreck and death. Such catastrophes happened across the Imperium from time to time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just the Imperium. Other species suffered the same. The T'au had even lost an entire main fleet in a single disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, alarms flared across the flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's awareness received fresh reports: the Third Diocese Navigator had enough experience to force an emergency abort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the backlash drove him into a coma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was lucky—his head hadn't simply exploded under the Warp's pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the Third Diocese fleet finally register the extreme energy signature on Fanes itself, and understand what threat it truly faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their void shields could not withstand an attack of that magnitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor and the other commanders realized, at last, how correct the Emperor's guidance had been—this threat had been foretold ahead of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their awe of the Savior-Emperor's psychic might deepened, and they moved swiftly to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that the Rift Lord Chapter had detected the planetary threat, Eden didn't waste words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this situation, any Chapter with a functioning brain knew what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Eden focused on his own plan, so he wouldn't lose too much time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their only chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Third Diocese fleet abandoned its dense formation and scattered in every direction, desperately opening distance from Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that could reduce casualties—only that could prevent too many ships from being erased by that dreadful strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Diocese Flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, officers and crew alike were gripped by panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried to break free of the killing threat, yet found no way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, we have been locked by the xenos macro-cannon on Fanes. At our current velocity, we cannot evade. Probability of impact: 99.99%.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet executive officer sounded close to despair, forcing calm through clenched teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even with void shields pushed into overload, they cannot bear an attack of that scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the strongest ground-based energy signature we've ever recorded. The xenos gun on Fanes is not something void shields can block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Based on the models, we would require at least twenty times our current void-shield load capacity to cancel the strike—and that's without ruling out follow-up fire…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Executive officer,\" Ansemor said, staring hard at the spherical tactical holomap where Fanes and every ship's position were displayed. \"Clear vessels away from the Preacher's perimeter. Using them as a screen has no value anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he asked, \"How much reaction time do we have?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The executive officer took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"About one minute. Possibly less. We have no viable means of withdrawal. That energy output has a broad kill-radius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if we could abandon ship, we wouldn't get far. That would be even more dangerous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor's expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, he tried to lighten the mood—though his humor was ice-cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then all we can do is pray the xenos gun misfires… or shoots wide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's hope,\" the executive officer replied with a hollow, practiced smile. He knew it wouldn't happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But aside from prayer, there truly was nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the bridge, voices murmured litanies to the Emperor's protection, begging that Presence to save the ship—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—or at least let their souls return to the Throne cleanly, rather than be tormented by the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor remained composed, yet a sliver of expectation lingered in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor… foresaw this threat. Can he help us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly let out a soundless laugh at himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack facing them now—no psyker alive could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that Presence wasn't even in the Fanes System. At most, he could send information through sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could do nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep—beep—beep—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship's detection arrays screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ultra-high-intensity energy source was incoming—so fast it nearly outstripped the radar's tracking limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor turned toward the observation dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void, he could see a massive crimson energy mass surging in from the direction of Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a miniature sun, igniting everything around it, as though even the emptiness of space were burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge temperature climbed—like the inside of a steaming furnace. Countless machine-lines began spitting fault alerts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That \"sun\" was approaching, radiating heat so extreme it defied imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it struck the ship directly, the result didn't need explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor watched the rising vapor and the \"sun\" swelling until it nearly filled his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the fate of himself and this vessel was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would be reduced to the purest charcoal under impossible heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May our souls return to the Throne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rift Lord Chapter Master closed his eyes and accepted release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as death arrived, he couldn't help wondering whether he had truly redeemed his sins—whether he deserved the honor of returning to the Throne at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the bridge heat reached its peak. Even the outer bulkheads reddened faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the shockwave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In darkness, Ansemor felt the world spin violently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—yet the next second, he snapped his eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He braced himself against the command seat, instinctively hauling the executive officer with him, and shouted in disbelief and joy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor—by the Throne! The xenos shot didn't hit us. It passed right by!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flagship had rolled under the thermal surge kicked up by the stellar fragment, taking only a glancing wash instead of a direct impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secondary damage still scarred the ship, but most of the crew would live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the ship's roll finally stabilized, the bridge erupted into fanatic fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People ignored their wounds, tears streaming down their faces as they gave thanks for the Emperor's protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Presence has favored the Preacher! We're alive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a distant burst of searing light drew everyone's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor and the others turned toward it and sucked in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson curtain lit their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gigantic fireball, wrapped in flame and magma, was consuming the void—the kind of collapse that looked like the end of days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment ago, it had been a barren little asteroid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The xenos macro-cannon hadn't hit the flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had hit the asteroid behind them, annihilating it in a single instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was nothing like cyclonic torpedoes using environmental catastrophe to erase life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was raw, direct destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were few Imperial bastions that could withstand such a strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using it to shoot ships was practically wasteful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the bridge crew watched the asteroid's collapse and the high-velocity debris cloud forming around it, a new fear took root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that xenos gun could fire again, then with Warp travel denied, the Preacher—and the entire Third Diocese fleet—might still face fresh despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the weapon's range, it had more than enough time to systematically destroy every ship before they could exit the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're safe!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor's voice rang out suddenly—bright with conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just received a message from his Librarians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rift Lord Chapter Master's tone became even more devout, leaving no room for objection:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All Third Diocese vessels: return along the original route. Proceed to Fanes and prepare for planetary landing, to assist local defense against xenos heresy and to conduct relief operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the command of His Majesty, the Emperor of the Imperium. It will be carried out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through sorcery, the Emperor had declared the Preacher safe and issued fresh orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it had to be true—somehow, that Presence had altered the macro-cannon's trajectory and spared them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What power was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a hidden corner of the ship, a chicken-thief creature lay curled tight, finally finishing the transmission of a psychic message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems my plan worked. The misunderstanding between the Kalozasa Dynasty and the Imperium has been eased—for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Otherwise, that living-metal Governor, that Phaeron, wouldn't have deflected the shot and let the Preacher survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the very least… he's wary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden let out a long breath, thinking so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, he had used the wisdom of the Imperium's ancestors to send precise information down to Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that information would likely pass through any interference untouched—accurately delivered straight to the Phaeron's presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the outcome… that depended on the other side's choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could only hope that those Necrons who still believed themselves \"human\" hadn't fully realized their own might—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and just how much devastation they could inflict upon this region of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Eden's awareness fully withdrew from the flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, his consciousness had been drifting back and forth through realspace and the Warp, acting like a signal relay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It honestly felt awful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his true body was finally about to reach the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Emperor himself would arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His supreme will would descend upon the Fanes System, and nothing would be able to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the Emperor's gaze fell, the shadow of fleets and the wrath of war would drown everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fanes Prime Hive, Upper Hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kalozasa Dynasty's forces had gathered—black as a sea—and a massive war with the Imperium teetered on the edge of ignition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Cryptek descended from the air to the ground and saluted with deep respect toward the Necrodermis Governor, Zhabok, and the Crownless Phaeron:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lords, the Æonic Orb is operating. The Imperium's fleet will be swallowed by a star's fire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their fury, they had activated the terrible main gun as an answer to what the Imperium had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium has betrayed us. It deserves that end!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the hawkish high nobles were practically vibrating with excitement. The Æonic Orb's firing would become the war-horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Fanes' revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok sat upon a throne forged from blackstone and living metal, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that once the Ecclesiarchy vessels were destroyed, Fanes and the Imperium would become mortal enemies, with no path back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Æonic Orb rose, the nobles' mood grew taut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that was the Imperium they had believed in for so long—unfathomably mighty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium's power and its legends were carved deep into the bones of both the dynasty's nobility and the planet's populace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't be erased in a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared promise that Fanes could survive the war that would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, they believed the Imperium was terrifying—unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Holy Terra discovered that Fanes had rebelled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it would be fight-to-the-death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look—what is that in the sky…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the tense atmosphere, the nobles noticed something and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was falling through the airspace, like scattered black specks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—those unknown objects, without anyone realizing, had already passed through the newly activated energy defense field and were now dropping straight toward their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No warning. No reaction. No defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight filled them with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like an Imperial strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"T-This… is impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of panic spread among the Kalozasa nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror rose unbidden in their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they only just attempted to strike the Ecclesiarchy fleet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and the Imperium's dreadful retribution had already arrived?!\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>",2751,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","162de17e5943238a5d90b6af7704bd22918b25a43ab854605400e76578dc4843","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-702","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-650",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]