[{"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-709":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},1681550,2147,"Chapter 709 - 708: Abaddon: I Don’t Understand Why Everyone Keeps Talking About…","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-709",709,"\u003Cp>The Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pitch-black behemoth spewed hellfire, scorching the surrounding Chaos energies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Blackstone Ark of Omen, the Dark Prince's personal vessel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heart of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the flagship's deck, a sea of Terror Warriors gathered in a black tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their armor burned with dark crimson flame, and they carried modified heavy weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are the most feared Chaos host in the galaxy and the Warp. This time, we must destroy those cowards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They've disgraced the face of Chaos Warriors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dread Commander Eli roared as he addressed his warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was among the earliest to join the Terror Legion, blessed by Diablo the Destroyer, and proud of what he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a Terror Warrior, other Chaos Warriors were no better than stinking beggars—so filthy they wanted to cut ties just to keep their own name clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the true power behind the Terror Legion had finally stepped into the open: the Savior, the Chaos Warmaster—Diablo the Destroyer's proxy in the galaxy and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had given the Terror Legion a sacred mission: to take part in the Great Game of the Empyrean, instead of fooling around in the galaxy like the Black Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, that Savior—Chaos Warmaster—issued an edict. The Terror Legion mobilized almost in full and entered the war for the Vigilus warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was the Black Legion—those cowards who didn't dare face the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior—Chaos Warmaster—had provided exact intelligence. They were to repay it with a harvest of victories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the Black Legion's flagship—the Planet Killer—completed its translation and appeared on the outer edge of the Vigilus region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Blackstone leviathan was a brand-new flagship, built using only part of the Planet Killer's original hull, yet inheriting its name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Warp-forge was wrapped in countless cables of flesh and daemon-steel. Inside one hanging cage after another were blind sorcerers, sacrificing their souls to keep the forge blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hazy light spilling down from the Empyrean illuminated the whole chamber, making it colder, more whisper-filled, more wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon advanced in black armor, crushing the air with his presence. The Talon of Horus crackled with warp-lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was enormous, surging with corrupted power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pssh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claw punched through a rusted suit of power armor, impaling a Chaos commander and lifting him into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think your pathetic little tricks could escape the Despoiler's eyes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stared at the dying Chaos commander with contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew from the start you were a lapdog of the Terror Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I hadn't allowed it, do you think you could've passed our route to anyone? What you sent was false intelligence. It helped me. It let the Black Legion reach our real destination.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos commander's eyes flashed with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to beg—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Talon of Horus tore him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, foul blood splashed across the nearby Chaos commanders, and fear spread through them like poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the fate of traitors.\" Abaddon looked over the Chaos figures present, speaking slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one escapes the Despoiler's gaze. The only end for a traitor is death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, under the guard of his inner retinue, Abaddon returned to his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Planet Killer resumed its voyage, heading for its true destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion had fed the Terror Legion—or rather, that so-called Savior—bad information. It would force cracks and gaps in Vigilus' defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks the Black Legion could exploit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior has won too many times. He's grown arrogant,\" Abaddon thought in silence. \"He doesn't understand that failure will follow him like a shadow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior wanted to defend the entire Vigilus region with the Imperium's might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless his fleets could encircle the whole system, there would always be holes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've lost countless times,\" Abaddon's gaze hardened, \"but I only need to win once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, his prestige had taken blow after blow—robbed, defeated, mocked with Slaaneshi rumors—yet he had never fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still fought to maintain his authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after losing the title of Chaos Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon knew he couldn't keep going like this. If he did, his legitimacy would be challenged—and the Black Legion would lose its grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would fracture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a victory. A grand victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that would drag the title of Despoiler back into the galaxy's awareness, burn it into memory, and create a new rallying force—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of fading into irrelevance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vigilus was the perfect target. The Savior wanted it and had poured vast forces into the warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Abaddon realized that, he began planning. Nothing would restore his prestige more than shattering the Savior—the Emperor of the Imperium—and ruining his designs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his all-in gambit, staking his last strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Black Legion's main force has fought in the Vigilus warzone for years. We understand this place better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Compared to the Savior, I have the advantage. I know its weaknesses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thread of hatred slid across Abaddon's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if I can't claim Vigilus again… no one else will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Despoiler's true purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would destroy Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't have it, then the Savior wouldn't have it either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fortunately—everything was unfolding smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After feeding the Savior false information, Abaddon immediately began operating across multiple fronts, breaking the Black Legion apart into smaller groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They converged from different regions, then slammed into the defensive lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not many beings in the galaxy can micro-manage war like this,\" Abaddon thought with confidence. It was undeniable—tactically, there was nothing wrong with his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Planet Killer would punch through the line, then land with Blackstone seismic devices and destroy Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp storm triggered by the annihilation of the Blackstone deposits would sever the Nachmund Gauntlet entirely, turning the region into a paradise for Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be a victory no less glorious than the Fall of Cadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This will be the sixteenth Black—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon murmured, then cut himself off. It felt unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want to talk about Black Crusades anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe after Vigilus was destroyed—after his prestige returned and his strength recovered—then he could consider it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seer. Will we reach the target region smoothly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, Abaddon turned to the Chaos seer beside him—Moriana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During war, he liked to ask her whether the future looked favorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moriana's eyes were washed white. She lightly raised her deadwood staff, and the blind sorcerers' wailing intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her psychic power flowed through the staff into the Warp-forge, searching the Empyrean for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless fragments flashed by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seer searched patiently, and at last caught a thin trace of what might be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hint of joy appeared on her pallid face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, our ships will soon arrive at the designated region, precisely on schedule.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Abaddon felt steadier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a hoarse chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course. We're using a completely new set of routes. How could we possibly be intercepted?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This plan was hidden, sudden. The Savior was being led by false intelligence. How could anything go wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon couldn't even imagine how he could lose this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Planet Killer slammed out of the Warp and reached the designated assembly point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, the ship's augurs screamed, detecting a mass of signals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It barely needed augur warnings. Through the bridge's canopy, they could already see the Imperial fleet ahead, glittering with cold light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't tell me…\" Abaddon lurched to his feet, staring. \"Did the fleet get surrounded by the Imperium again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet had arrived—but an Imperial ambush was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm finished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was frozen in disbelief. A cold dread rose from his gut and flooded his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Despoiler remembered the ordeal of the Fourteenth Black Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, his fleet had blundered straight into the core of an Ultramarines primarch's battle group, swallowed by endless broadsides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemy ships on all sides. Firepower like a storm that never ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even thinking about it made his hands go cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred years had passed, yet the terror still sat in his mind like it happened yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the wheel of fate turning again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only this time was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's encirclement would be even more horrifying than any primarch's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is the Savior truly omniscient and omnipotent,\" Abaddon thought wildly, \"or am I just cursed with rotten luck?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body trembled despite himself, and his mind fixated on one word—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior was terrifying beyond reason. This fight was impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the instant he was about to order withdrawal, he swallowed the words back down—and a spark of hope flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren't many Imperial ships here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even one more Black Legion fleet arrived, they could wipe this Imperial force out completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the designated rendezvous zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could still fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's emotions rode a brutal loop. He drew a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior didn't predict our route. This is just routine defense—otherwise there'd be far more ships.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what kind of firepower the Savior used when he decided to crush an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were a trap, the void would be filled wall-to-wall with Imperial hulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because so many Warp storms raged across the Vigilus region, travel couldn't be direct. In this area, ships had to perform short-range jumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant exiting the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior likely had defenses stationed at multiple \"breach points\" to block enemy movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfortunately for him, that only spreads his forces thin,\" Abaddon sneered. \"It gives the Black Legion more opportunities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued the order to engage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Legion fleets would arrive from other routes soon. They would concentrate power, annihilate the Imperial fleet here, and tear open a massive hole in the defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, pushing toward Vigilus would be even easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Planet Killer's main cannon glowed with a dying red light—like a doomsday eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the crimson beam ripped through the void and struck the Imperial fleet's flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battleship's void shields shattered with a thundercrack. The spill of energy disrupted nearby vessels and threw the formation into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Imperial commander seemed to have anticipated this. The fleet reorganized quickly and launched a counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flood of lances and macro-cannon fire slammed into the Planet Killer's Chaos shields—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to be twisted and shredded into powerless debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the barrage didn't stop. It kept coming, steadily chewing down the Chaos shielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Imperial battleship has layered void shields,\" Abaddon muttered, annoyed. \"No wonder it can withstand the Doomsday Cannon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beyond the Black Legion's expectations. If they'd charged just a little longer, they could have destroyed it in a single blow and seized the advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—his reinforcements would arrive soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they did, wiping out this Imperial fleet would be effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon sat back down on his throne, calm again, watching the battle for this patch of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides drove ships forward, lines colliding. Lances, plasma, and macro fire interwove. Torpedoes slipped out in silent waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some warships surged aggressively, ramming with armored prows, closing for boarding assaults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The region became a slaughterhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But gradually, Abaddon realized something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more Imperial ships were arriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Black Legion fleets that were supposed to converge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No word. No sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressure mounted across the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon felt genuinely lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are my fleets?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, the sorcerers came running in panic with an emergency report—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple Black Legion fleets across different routes had been intercepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Imperium, by Orks, by Aeldari, and by the Terror Legion, among others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the fleets hadn't arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it,\" Abaddon's blood ran cold. \"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it an accident?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had the Savior predicted his prediction?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if that were true—what about the xenos forces? Could that man really direct the xenos across the Vigilus region?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what the answer was, the Despoiler's micro-control had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All units, retreat. Withdraw from this sector!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon didn't hesitate. He gave the order immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one of his strengths: when it's time to run, you run—preserve your power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise the Black Legion wouldn't have survived through sixteen Black Crusades and still retained enough strength to fight at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon gathered the remaining Chaos warships and initiated a coordinated short-range Warp jump, fleeing the Vigilus region as fast as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surprise strike on Vigilus was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreat, preserve strength, wait for another chance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the best choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps, when Vigilus turned into a grinding stalemate again, he could still return for a sudden stab in the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus, at least, would never let the Savior rest easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon thought of it bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus had once sought him out, proposing cooperation. Abaddon had refused. He wanted nothing to do with that shameless creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And besides—Erebus stood behind the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what happened next chilled Abaddon even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's shadow clung to him like a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time the Black Legion emerged from the Warp, they were immediately surrounded and attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four or five times in a row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Empyrean soul-pylons began to smoke from the repeated Warp travel, and the blind sorcerers withered and died in batches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has the Savior placed defensive lines in every region?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's eyes filled with growing anxiety and unrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then more reports came, one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Black Legion fleets were annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—more Black Legion fleets, after being intercepted by the Terror Legion, didn't even bother to fight or flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply defected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even declared it a turning-from-darkness-to-light—the new Chaos Warmaster was more worthy of a Chaos Warrior's loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the terror of the Savior's influence and propaganda—on top of the Terror Legion's better treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had given Chaos Warriors a new \"goal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the conquest of realspace—but the eternal war of the Empyrean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the enemy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to that, attacking some fortress world or even Holy Terra suddenly felt… low-class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after some Chaos Warriors, invited by the Savior—Chaos Warmaster, swaggered into Holy Terra for a \"visit,\" then went and checked in at the Imperial Palace like tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your peers are vacationing on Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And you're still shouting about storming the Sol System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Say it out loud and you wouldn't even dare show your face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because most Chaos Warriors only wanted war after war—to prove their value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the \"value\" of Imperial bastions and Holy Terra seemed lower now, at least compared to god-slaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, aside from the Chaos Warriors directly controlled by the Warp gods, most were more inclined toward the new Chaos Warmaster's goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Abaddon, these messages were lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion was disintegrating. There was almost no chance of recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitors. All of them traitors—why?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon smashed an armrest of his throne. In grief and fury, he didn't even have the strength to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betrayal wasn't the deepest wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deepest wound was that Chaos Warriors no longer wanted to be enemies of the Imperium—no longer wanted to attack Holy Terra at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To attack Holy Terra and rule the Imperium was the Warmaster's dying wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Abaddon's life goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Black Legion's faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that faith was shattered—its foundations ripped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he possibly turn the board over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were Chaos Warriors unwilling to attack Holy Terra?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is everyone talking about war in the Empyrean, instead of committing to realspace and ruling the Imperium?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon collapsed back against his throne, his voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As if the galaxy—Holy Terra—means nothing to us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ten thousand years ago, the Black Legion marched from the Eye of Terror and raised the Black Crusades. Everywhere we went, war burned…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-Warmaster—Despoiler—recalled the glory of the past, when his might was at its peak, and the Black Legion's name shook the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now… would this small place, the Vigilus warzone, become the Black Legion's grave?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon slowly raised his head. His eyes were full of vengeance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could react, new alarms blared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boarding alerts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's presence.\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>",2701,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","2141009fe3fa203b1e577e757ae15aab350d3cec2d18928f6caca4a466a78baa","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-710","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-708",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]