[{"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-705":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},1681546,2147,"Chapter 705 - 704: Savior: I Came Late. You Are All the Imperium’s Loyal Subjects!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-705",705,"\u003Cp>Above the void of Fanes, the Dreamweaver shone with a brilliance that made it impossible to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its arrival came without any warning. It simply slipped past the defense network's detection and reached low orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could stop it. No one could ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the authority and majesty of the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No notice was required. The moment any Imperial subject saw that dreamlike warship, a single thought would rise in their mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor has arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, aside from that being, who else could possess a conveyance so lavish, so grand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, more warships translated in, framing the Dreamweaver like attendants around a throne. The fleet's shadow fell across the planet's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone could feel that majesty, that sanctity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do? We haven't prepared to receive Him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok wiped the stinking xenos filth from his face and, for the first time in a long while, looked genuinely at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Majesty had come too quickly. That great and merciful presence was about to see Fanes at its most wretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrodermis Governor was anxious—guilty, too. He had failed that being's trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a sense, Fanes had deceived the Emperor. This place had lost the beauty described in the letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The arrival of the sovereign's procession is already an unchangeable fact. We must receive that presence with the finest etiquette and the best appearance we can manage…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok did not drift for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued orders at once, commanding the court officials to prepare the ceremony to welcome the Emperor immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This practical Necrodermis Governor would not allow things to slide into an even worse outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, the news traveled at millisecond speed, riding ripples of energy into the necrodermis field across the living-metal populace, then relayed by their mechanical channels throughout every hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire planet boiled over because the Emperor had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Rift Lord Chapter finally gets to meet His Majesty!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor was exhilarated the moment he saw the Emperor's conveyance arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't help his confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do those Necron xenos 'allies' look even happier than we are?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and greeted the xenos leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xenos… ahem, allied species—come with me to pay audience to our Emperor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught himself in time. \"Xenos\" was an insult in this context, and the last thing he wanted was a pointless clash right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chapter Master Ansemor, you may call me Zhabok, or address me as Governor, if you prefer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok's tone carried displeasure as he explained, \"It is true that the bodies of us Kalozasa Dynasty survivors have… certain problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But without question, we are human. We are loyal subjects of the Imperium. We worship the Emperor as you do, Astartes, and we share the same ancestors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrodermis Governor despised having his identity questioned. His affliction could indeed invite misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, though unhappy, he did not take it too personally. He simply explained with patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this xenos chieftain insulting us?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor's expression changed on the spot. The moment the other party claimed to share the same ancestors, it carried the stench of humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was he calling a relative?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who shares ancestors with a xenos?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not erupt. He only fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch. Why should I bother arguing with a pack of lunatics?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor shook his head. He didn't want to ruin the Emperor's plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he'd heard the Necron xenos weren't exactly right in the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe they truly were mad—truly believed themselves human—running Fanes under a human identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that, in turn, was why the Third Ecclesiarchy District's extremist renegades had called down Exterminatus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said nothing more. He followed behind the xenos leader, and his guard rose by degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master feared the xenos \"allies\" might offend the Emperor—or worse, pose some kind of threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhabok's mind was wholly consumed by the welcome ceremony. He paid little attention to the Rift Lord Chapter Master's slights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not pause even for a moment, hurrying toward the primary hive's landing platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no choice. The Emperor's lander had already entered the atmosphere. They couldn't very well make that presence wait for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the flyer, Zhabok sounded frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Throne above… I don't even have time to change into formal vestments.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget resplendent attire and ceremonial adornment. There wasn't even time to call attendants to help scrub the grime off his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His royal guards, in any case, lacked the fine manipulation to do such work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left with no alternative, the Necrodermis Governor could only go as he was—covered in battle scoring and filth—to meet the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they arrived, the landing platform was already a black sea of bodies. Court officials rushed about arranging the site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dynasty nobles streamed in from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Rift Lord Chapter, their warriors occupied nearly half the ground. They were here to ensure the xenos did nothing to endanger the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many present were uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kalozasa Dynasty nobles were full of anxiety and guilt, while the Rift Lord Chapter stood wary and alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that atmosphere, they saw one lander after another descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came down without the least courtesy, whipping the platform into savage turbulence. Cloaks snapped and flared in the wind, banners thrumming like living things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A great honor guard arrived in full battle panoply, draped in sacred scripture, fanning out along predesignated lanes to establish a perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then two beams of light stabbed down. The ground roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Emperor Titans appeared, their frames hung with honor standards, and the platform itself groaned under the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight of those god-machines drew gasps—and a deeper, colder sense of awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understood then: such dreadful engines of war were, to the Emperor, no more than ceremonial ornaments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, if space had allowed it—and if there were no fear the platform would collapse—Savior's protocol division might have arranged an entire Titan maniple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the people waiting on the platform only yearned more to behold that great and merciful Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, beneath a surging hymn, a dark-gold lander of lavish splendor descended slowly along the light-screen projected by the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive ramp extended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elite Custodians in gilded Aquila helms stepped out and took their positions along both sides of the passage in perfect stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone could feel how powerful the Emperor's guardians were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As expected, a surprise inspection was the right move,\" Eden muttered on the dark-gold lander. \"More pressure. More majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore the True-One armor and a crimson cloak chased with gold. He looked sacred—oppressive in the way a living authority becomes a physical weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking down the passage toward the ramp, he could sense the storm of emotions rolling through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ruler's sudden arrival was always pressure for those below—especially when they knew they'd done wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Eden's intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he followed the normal procedures and waited until the Kalozasa Dynasty had prepared everything, his aura would be blunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, it would give them time to think. That was not a good thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden appeared before them, the choir and the cherubim's voices rose into a climax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes gathered on him—especially those of the Necrodermis Governor at the front, and the Chapter Master beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Eden saw Zhabok's ragged form, the deep scars, the devout gaze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it. The Crownless Phaeron's tomb-world inheritance, and that Necron fleet, were locked in. That was power enough to sweep across most sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Phaeron looked loyal through and through—like someone who'd worn himself thin for the sake of humanity's Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Emperor's gaze, Zhabok's unease and guilt only grew sharper. He feared Fanes could not endure that being's wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty… Fanes has failed your grace. We—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lurched forward, about to prostrate himself and beg forgiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden moved faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His \"acting\" exploded into full force. He strode forward with visible agitation, not even bothering to straighten his cloak in time—like an ancient sage of Eden's homeworld who would greet a worthy man by snatching his hair back mid-wash and rushing out with shoes on the wrong feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed right by the Rift Lord Chapter Master—already half-kneeling in welcome—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And clasped the Necrodermis Governor's hands tightly, not allowing him to kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was warm with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Governor Zhabok, you're wounded. How is your body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium cannot afford to lose a loyal subject like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was a chance to secure a Phaeron's loyalty, no posture was excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the equivalent of gaining a primarch who came bundled with a massive fleet and legions—perhaps someone of even higher station within the Necron hierarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention the ancient technological legacy—treasures the Imperium could never obtain no matter what it paid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the welcoming crowd witnessed a scene of devotion and care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an honor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor—did He mistake the person? Why is He showing concern for the xenos leader?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor and his warriors felt their brains nearly seize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who am I? Where am I? Is this still the Imperium?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still poised to kneel, frozen halfway, even his smile locked in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy and honor he'd expected—of being received by the Emperor—vanished in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was more severely wounded. His armor was gone. Yet the Emperor had not even noticed him—and had bestowed that honor upon the xenos \"ally\" leader instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe His Majesty simply hadn't seen him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the excuse he forced upon his own thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok's reaction was even more intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with the Emperor's regard and concern, his guilt and shame reached an unbearable pitch—especially when he remembered how the letter had praised Fanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not imagine how to repay this grace. His loyalty and worship only deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… we… bzzt—were invaded by xenos and heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We destroyed those loathsome invaders, but the planet has inevitably been damaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may not see the Fanes described in our letter anymore…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok's electronic voice was thick with apology—almost a sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke truthfully about what had happened to Fanes, without the slightest concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once he finished, the Necrodermis Governor lowered his head, not daring to face the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only him. The dynasty nobles and court aristocrats bowed their heads in shame as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had come across unimaginable distances to witness Fanes's prosperity and stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then to proclaim it to the whole Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, after writing lofty praises in their letters to Holy Terra, all they could show that presence was a world in ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subjects of Fanes could not bear to imagine what wrath and condemnation awaited them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, to their astonishment, the rage they expected did not arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor showed no sign of anger at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have all done your duty,\" Eden said softly, and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept the crowd. In the silence, he turned and walked to the platform's edge, looking out over the distant hive—broken, smoke still hanging in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We failed to protect Fanes. We betrayed your trust. This is blasphemy, a sin that cannot be forgiven!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhabok stared at the Emperor's back, then dropped to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would rather accept punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Necrodermis Governor's kneel, the dynasty nobles and court officials fell to their knees as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even broke into loud, helpless sobbing. The mood sank lower still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned, brows drawn together, looking across the black mass of the kneeling crowd—until his eyes settled on Zhabok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone remained gentle, yet carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am not condemning you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am lamenting that the Imperium did not arrive in time—so that the people of Fanes were forced to fight alone in the Age of Darkness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You fought in faith and drove back every enemy of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhabok, your world still stands. That is the highest commendation you could receive today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked out over them. His voice hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rise, Zhabok. End your crying and your self-reproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I declare you all without guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fanes is already a rare world among the shadowed stars. You protected it well. You remain honorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In truth, you should rejoice. From this day forward, Fanes will return to the Imperium's embrace and walk into the light again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All suffering will be swept away. That is my promise to you, as the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will you accept this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you will it, Your Majesty,\" Zhabok vowed without hesitation. \"Fanes will return. All subjects will follow your will, and we will continue to fight for the Imperium!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment on, Fanes belonged to the Emperor with unwavering devotion—so did the Kalozasa Dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That presence's mercy and trust carved loyalty into their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden helped the Necrodermis Governor to his feet, his smile warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps we should hold a grand celebration to commemorate Fanes's return—so every subject may share in this honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he announced that Fanes was without guilt, and proclaimed the celebration, the crowd finally smiled. The shadow that had just hung over them dispersed like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, surrounded by the faithful, proceeded on foot toward the Hive Crown Palace not far away—like a small-scale triumphal procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, people knelt and offered their loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor remained at the Emperor's side, steadfastly performing his duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he watched Zhabok—walking hand-in-hand with His Majesty—his heart only grew more bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From beginning to end, the Emperor had not noticed him. Had not noticed the Rift Lord Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All concern and honor had been given to the \"xenos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If another Chapter faced such treatment, perhaps they would feel insulted—an aching sense of unfairness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the Rift Lord Chapter, a band of penitents, the only conclusion was that they still bore guilt—and thus deserved this reception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt shame. They blamed themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe our penitent Chapter isn't worthy of any attention. Maybe the Imperium still despises us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what Ansemor thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not only him. Every warrior of the Rift Lord Chapter felt their spirits darken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed they had still not atoned. They still carried sin. That was why the Emperor had ignored them—why that presence loathed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could barely lift their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in Ansemor's haze, he heard a voice—calling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometime in the last moments, the Emperor had halted. That presence was looking directly at him, and everyone else had stopped as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ansemor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Eden remembered something. He turned and called to the Chapter Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Rift Lord Chapter's loyalty has been proven. I have removed you from the Ecclesiarchy's penitent rolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are free. You will serve the Imperium with your name cleansed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand and patted Ansemor's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps you should go to Holy Terra and see it with your own eyes—enter the palace's Throne Hall and pay homage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Custodians have my permission. They will let you in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rare honor—one granted only to the most loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after Horus's rebellion, the Astartes had been ostracized by the Custodians, making entry into the palace all but impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Rift Lord Chapter had been granted this extraordinary privilege, and eyes turned toward them with open envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden finished, he thumped Ansemor twice more—hard—by way of encouragement, then continued walking on, as if he had done something trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not fail any loyal soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master stood frozen for several breaths before he finally returned to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emperor… we've finally paid our sins, and even gained the chance to make pilgrimage. What glory…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ansemor trembled head to toe, his face burning with excitement. He followed after the Emperor with even deeper reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps felt like they barely touched the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, Eden sank into thought, weighing his next actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His purpose in coming to Fanes was already more than half fulfilled. Next came the investigation—and extraction—of the Crownless Phaeron's immense tomb-world legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the celebration, Fanes would face a thorough excavation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Eden would organize forces for the final encirclement and purge of Vigilance World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Vigilance World campaign ended in decisive victory and the blackstone deposits were secured, the last piece needed to restrain the warp would finally be in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then the Imperium's counteroffensive begins,\" Eden thought coldly. \"It'll be Chaos's turn to feel invasion and terror.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it depended on Tarko's arrangements—making sure the Kalozasa Dynasty and the subjects of Fanes stayed stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because excavating a Phaeron's tomb-world was, in effect, little different from destroying the planet's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant that after the victory celebration, the Kalozasa Dynasty and the people of Fanes would lose their home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how loyal they were, resistance would be inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the people refused to leave, forced relocation would become another headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter what, the Imperium would claim that inheritance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Eden received a message from the Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excavation plan was complete, and could be executed at any time…\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>",2853,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","45a908cf92f2ed266e86b5b664ff69f14f8bf6817b21fa02bf4f565b866a1e3e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-706","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-704",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]