[{"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-710":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},1681551,2147,"Chapter 710 - 709: Pursuing the Lord of the Shadowmoon Space Wolves, Vigilus’ Big Trouble?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-710",710,"\u003Cp>\"So he's here. Trying to decapitate the Despoiler with a boarding strike?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Abaddon sensed the Savior's presence, the fire of vengeance erupted within him. The face-like warp energies coiling around his body screamed and howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surged up from his throne, Chaos daemon sword in hand, the Talon of Horus flashing with crackling warp-light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Chaos lords and elite bodyguards were all here, and the Savior still dared to board his flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, since you want a final battle, I'll grant you one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon roared, settling into a combat stance as his aura rolled outward like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Despoiler waits here today—one duel to the death, to end our feud once and for all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood upon the dais, waiting for that moment to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very soon, dozens of Dark Thunder Custodians and Terror Warriors teleported into the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-red flames on their armor, the luminous wings, and the exaggerated halos and effects lit the entire chamber so violently that even the Empyrean's pallid glow was forced back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Warriors' wargear was, without exaggeration, among the most ostentatious in the galaxy and the Warp—suffocatingly intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of them carried master-crafted, heavily modified weapons, and even the skulls mounted on their trophy racks had been upgraded with force-fields or crimson las-beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words: these were the elite of the elite within the Terror Legion. Everyone was walking around with +18 gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to them, the Black Legion looked downright impoverished—rusted, battered, and grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no helping it. In recent years, the Black Legion's material situation had grown even worse. Even their best units couldn't be properly equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion's configuration made the Chaos warriors on the bridge stare with burning greed. They wanted those master-crafted weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Abaddon saw the boarding party up close, he went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't see the Savior—didn't see the so-called Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't Eden supposed to face him in a duel? Where was he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his throne, Abaddon looked down at the Terror Legion elites and demanded, \"Where is the Savior? That so-called Chaos Warmaster doesn't dare face me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander of the Dark Thunder Custodians met his gaze, voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Chaos Warmaster—the Dark Prince—has no time to personally attend this battle. He sent us to deliver an edict.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden no longer bothered hiding certain identities. He simply revealed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his forces expanding, secrecy was becoming impossible anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, his position was stable now. There was no need to keep pretending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the current galaxy and Warp, who still dared call him a xenos heretic? Anyone who did was practically announcing rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Showing the truth openly created more intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, \"Savior\" had become just another mask. His real core was the Hope Sun—a god in the Warp, receiving worship and faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not a single-faced being, either—Hope Sun, Diablo the Destroyer, Ork \"Rogo,\" and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: he wasn't merely one human. Like the Chaos Gods, he was a higher-dimensional lifeform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bound by species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That let him harvest faith from more factions and powers—and the Terror Legion accepted the reality quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a Terror Warrior, \"Savior,\" \"Emperor,\" and \"Chaos Warmaster\" were just managerial titles. Eden, like them, worshiped Diablo the Destroyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Dread King was the one they truly served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Eden's current status, Abaddon wasn't worth a personal duel. There was no need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were Horus—truly returned and guided by the gods—that might merit Eden's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden would stand on the Emperor's tier of perspective, facing the galaxy and Warp with a wider view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that core secret was beyond Abaddon. All he could see was the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as, to lesser beings, the Chaos Gods were also elusive—concepts more than people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon heard the Dark Thunder commander's words and his fury spiked into something hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a cold smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior thinks you're enough to defeat me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he's truly that stupid, then I overestimated him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how Abaddon measured it, these Terror Legion elites looked like a gift-wrapped suicide. He and his Chaos lords could butcher them to the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\" The Dark Thunder commander's tone didn't change in the slightest, even under the Despoiler's pressure. \"The one who defeats you will not be us, but the Chaos Warmaster's edict.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He produced a special device, wrapped in the Savior's psychic imprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The presence Abaddon had sensed earlier came from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden appeared as a psychic projection: clad in True One Armor, yet wreathed in crimson flame, the curved horns of his helm rising like spires into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura was even heavier than Abaddon's at a glance—unmistakably the ruler of the Chaos side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection's arrival crushed the bridge into a deeper, more oppressive silence. Every eye locked on it. Caution flared in every throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it was only a pre-recorded psychic imprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked over them as if issuing a judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Abaddon, and warriors of the Black Legion—your defeat is inevitable. End this meaningless struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The faith you cling to no longer has any meaning. Chaos warriors should have higher goals than playing games in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the name of the Emperor of the Imperium, and in the name of the Chaos Warmaster, I invite you to a new war—one whose enemy is the Chaos Gods, those lofty beings who toy with your souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you not want to drag them down from their thrones, and expose their ugly faces before all?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection's gaze felt like it looked into everyone at once, his voice carrying an incomparable, intoxicating force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Black Legion's last chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you refuse this glorious war, then I'm sorry—your only end is to die as cowards, bearing eternal shame, forgotten by all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed the device with warp power, shattering it to pieces and dispersing the psychic projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was incandescent with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you think you can dissolve my strength with cheap words?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Black Legion will never kneel. Victory—or death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion wasn't finished yet. The Planet Killer looked like it was running, but in truth it was circling—closing on Vigilus by a more indirect route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had a chance to execute a suicidal strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Planet Killer reached low orbit over Vigilus, it could coordinate with the Black Legion warlord on the ground—Harken Worldclaimer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a Blackstone seismic device to resonate with the Noctilith Crown on the surface, they could detonate the Blackstone network of deposits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That plan had been prepared for years. If not for repeated raids and plundering, it would have been carried out long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All ships—break through the Warp storm. Advance on Vigilus!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon issued the order, directing his fleet into the terrifying storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A裂隙. A rift the Black Legion sorcerers had discovered centuries ago—finally put to use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risky, yes, but it would let the fleet bypass the Savior's intercept lines and reach the target faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pathetic boarders,\" Abaddon sneered, lifting his daemon sword toward the Terror Legion elites who stood in a posture like they were waiting to accept surrender. \"The Chaos Warmaster's edict failed, and you will die here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with killing intent boiling, he thundered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, bolter fire and disintegration fields flooded multiple sections of the bridge. Slaughter erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next heartbeat, Abaddon realized something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Planet Killer wasn't moving at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No continued burn. No sign of transit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp drives went dark. The flagship simply… stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, those sections of the ship weren't under enemy attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: Black Legion personnel in those sections had voluntarily disobeyed the Despoiler and shut the flagship down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then messages poured into the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They declared that they would obey the Chaos Warmaster's edict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wished to take part in the Great War of the Empyrean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon froze. His mind went blank, and one thought exploded through him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treason against the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all these years, no one had ever disobeyed his orders so plainly. What kind of mutiny was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rebels! Rebels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon roared like a furious beast, killing intent pouring off him in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glared down at a Chaos lord below the throne—black armor, grotesque machinery embedded across his frame—his voice shaking with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Valicar. Go… execute every last traitor. Leave none alive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before pledging himself to Chaos, Valicar had been a senior Techmarine, master of dark forging. He was the perfect choice to purge the rebels and restart the Warp drives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Chaos lord didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he lifted his head and stared at the Despoiler in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only him. The other Chaos lords did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Black Legion warriors who had obeyed the earlier order—who had attacked the Terror Legion elites—were already down, cut apart under overwhelming counterfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terror Legion elites returned to formation, just like everyone else, looking up at the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes were ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon came out of his rage into something colder than rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Black Legion's final war collapsed, even the faith of a last, suicidal charge was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now even his Chaos lords were choosing betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior—Chaos Warmaster—had secured the outcome with a single edict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Abaddon had still been thinking about \"dueling\" him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized, with an ugly clarity, that a pitiful wall now separated him from the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even have the qualification to challenge Eden anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the Planet Killer had been pursued again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had been inside him all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire bridge fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the blind sorcerers hanging on the soul-pylons let out weak, intermittent moans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Despoiler. You have already lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Thunder commander spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Chaos Warmaster does not wish for more casualties. Accept it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stared at the mutinous Chaos lords and commanders—those who had followed him for thousands, tens of thousands of years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked softly, \"Why? Are you so afraid of the Savior? So afraid of death?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amurael Ika—the hulking, monstrous Helbrute filled with bubbling green fluid—spoke in a muffled, grinding voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are not afraid of death. We simply don't want to die without value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We crave a greater war, not endless defeat and laughter at our expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we are already part of the Imperium, then why can we not change the target?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valicar was even more blunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, you can still lead us on crusade—only the conquest is aimed at the Empyrean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even now, why must you oppose that Chaos Warmaster?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon drew a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words sounded exactly like: If you're the Emperor, why are you rebelling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost laughed from anger, teeth grinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If… I refuse the edict anyway?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the words fell, the Chaos lords began drawing their weapons one by one, force-fields humming to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meaning was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the commander of Abaddon's personal guard beside the throne ignited his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's vision darkened. His blood surged. For a second he nearly fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were the guards he had personally selected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His most trusted retinue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How absurd was this? Did the universe still have any order left at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any personal guard was meant to be utterly loyal—willing to die for their master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The counterpart to the Emperor's Custodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even his closest guards betrayed him, how thoroughly had he failed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—hope sparked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same guard commander stepped in front of Abaddon and barked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flood of black-armored guards stormed from the passages on both sides of the throne, hurling themselves at the Terror Legion elites and the Chaos lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest covered Abaddon's withdrawal into a hidden passage behind the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven't lost everything. I can still take the Blackstone seismic device…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon ran down the secret corridor, clinging to that final sliver of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can't let the Despoiler relocate the target device!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the throne, the Terror Legion elites broke through the guards' line, trying to chase Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, they needed to seize the facility that intelligence suggested could pose a lethal threat to Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could move, the bridge was hit by a sudden, violent strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unknown enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, brutal firepower flooded the chamber. Everything devolved into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Abaddon—fleeing the Planet Killer with the Blackstone seismic device in hand—felt a familiar presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that filled him with terror and rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple teleport torpedoes burned through the sky, slamming into the soil of a dead, withered forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then teleport beacons flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering golden figure, and his escorts, stepped out of a teleportation circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Savior—the Emperor of the Imperium—clad in True One Armor, with his Custodian Watchers at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you found him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden swept his gaze over the dry, blackened woods and turned to the Custodian commander beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days earlier, intelligence had finally located Horus' trail. The moment Eden received the report, he personally led a pursuit force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodian commander checked the augur display, then nodded and indicated a direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden led the Custodes in a rapid assault advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they arrived, they found only Chaos corpses carpeting the ground, and soil soaked in corrupted blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against a dead tree nearby was a figure drenched in blood—barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former Despoiler looked wretched beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were claw marks across his chest. His internal organs had been destroyed. Both hands had been smashed to ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the skin of his face had been peeled away, leaving him constantly eaten by a special warp-corrosion that looked ready to finish him at any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What a coincidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the scene, brow tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Notify Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever Abaddon was carrying has probably been taken by Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We may have a major problem.\"\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>",2330,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","e5e558c900d263416853f697bd78828941fcf3c8b12a08cf10169c9bc6fb8c9c","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-711","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-709",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]