[{"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-711":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},1681552,2147,"Chapter 711 710 — Blood Ravens: Yo, Isn’t That “Eighty-Days Bro”? Still Haven’t Taken Vigilus?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-711",711,"\u003Cp>\"Abaddon… didn't think you'd end up like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you still hold on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped up to the body that could barely be called humanoid anymore, then flicked another surge of biomantic power into it, keeping Abaddon alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, after so many years of \"shearing Abaddon's wool,\" Eden had almost gotten used to the man. If Abaddon croaked, there'd be nothing left to fleece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could see Abaddon's stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were willing to offer himself to the Chaos Gods, he could recover his strength in no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon refused. He would rather let his life bleed away by inches than become Chaos' slave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After clawing back the slightest bit of strength, he slowly raised his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… are you here to kill me, or to laugh at me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's chest burned with fury and helplessness—especially after realizing he and the Black Legion had been toyed with by the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, Horus and Erebus had come to him, ordering him to submit, to hand over everything, and to take part in the Chaos Gods' \"great plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once–Luna Wolves company captain, the Despoiler—he had once been worthy to follow Warmaster Horus, the future Dark Emperor, to conquer the Imperium of Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Emperor, that Accursed One, would also be stripped of all resistance under the \"great plan,\" and the Imperium would no longer be able to withstand the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the \"hope primarch,\" the Savior—what could he do once the Emperor's protection was gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Savior could not stand alone against four great gods. He would inevitably fall under Chaos' onslaught—either kneel and submit, or die outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon hadn't agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not after seeing the ugly spectacle of Horus being puppeteered by the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a humiliation to the Black Legion. The Chaos Gods treated them like pieces on a board—things to be moved at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're no longer the Horus I knew.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the one who had once been father and brother to him, Abaddon gave Horus no courtesy at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not fit to be called Warmaster. You're nothing but the gods' slave—weak, pathetic, fallen so low you keep company with that clown Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you still have even a shred of courage, then resist their chains and come back to us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Abaddon's eyes, the Horus who once brimmed with ambition—who had even \"entrusted the future\" to him at the moment of death—had long since died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing standing before him now was only a cloned puppet, a stain on that name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet… Abaddon still held a thread of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare judge me with the word 'weak,' Ezekyle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus was like an enraged beast, deaf to everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red glow of his black armor washed over a face twisted in savagery, veins bulging. \"I gave you power and claw. I gave you glory—and you defy me? You ignore the gods' greatness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have returned. The galaxy will burn a second time—and the first to be swallowed by the flames will be you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empowered by the gods, he eclipsed any primarch. Even the Emperor of old would not have been his match here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He launched himself at Abaddon and the Justaerin guard. Every strike tore through ceramite and flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fallen thing slaughtered Chaos Terminators with his bare hands, one after another, and even Abaddon had no strength to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Despoiler's arm was ripped off. The Talon of Horus returned to its original owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon suffered still more grievous wounds, collapsed, and even warp-born power could not mend what had been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus humiliated him further—peeling away his face like a trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pathetic. You're of no use anymore. You're only fit to die like a stray dog.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Horus and Erebus left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They took the Blackstone Resonator with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Abaddon believed he would die there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior appeared—unexpectedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon no longer had the will to resist, nor the strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted the Savior to finish him quickly, rather than prolong the humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your crimes are countless. You deserve to die in agony.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down at the Despoiler and spoke plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This traitor to mankind could die in any manner and still have it be deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden crouched slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I've changed my mind. You can't die yet—at least, not now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want?\" Abaddon rasped, struggling to breathe, his voice shredded. \"Whatever you do, I won't fear your torment. I have nothing left to lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want revenge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's tone turned strangely coaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered Abaddon one last chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Despoiler still had value. Eden could squeeze one more harvest out of him—he could taste the hatred Abaddon held for the gods, deep enough to rot the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Eden needed to learn the Black Legion's deployment on Vigilus, to stop the Noctilith Crown from detonating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew this: no one wanted that planet of Blackstone deposits to blow more than the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already working toward it—and they'd gotten a crucial piece of machinery from the Black Legion along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing those words, Abaddon slowly raised his head. In his eyes burned the fire of vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never wanted so badly to vent his wrath upon the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded with satisfaction, feeding more life-energy into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With your strength as you are now, you can't take revenge. But Diablo the Destroyer can help you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asks for nothing, and he won't interfere with your will. There's only one condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You take part in the Empyrean's eternal war…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden produced a bloodstone and held it out before Abaddon, waiting for his choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Eden's authority as Diablo desperately needed a cadre of powerful Chaos warriors to fight in the warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could that authority become sharper, more offensive—otherwise, in the future, he'd struggle to face the Chaos Gods head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't rely on the Emperor's power forever. He needed to forge his own concept of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Chaos Gods, Diablo the Destroyer was practically honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Chaos Gods were a coercive, permanent scam compound, then Diablo was a weapons dealer—with low-interest financing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defiance only cost you what you'd gained, plus a bit of interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Chaos Gods, that was mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was the price of being newly born. If Diablo wanted territory and faith in the warp, he needed better terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden trusted Abaddon to feel the contract contained within the bloodstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was non-compulsory, and could be torn up at any time. That was how you treated top performers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A god and his warriors were a relationship of mutual benefit—especially the elite, who were essentially the sales champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Chaos Gods had grown accustomed to endless exploitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for betrayal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden believed that until the war in the Empyrean ended, Abaddon would keep hacking at the Chaos Gods with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was stubborn to the bone—otherwise he wouldn't have kept launching crusades after defeat, more than ten times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've made the right choice. The Chaos Gods will regret not killing you sooner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Abaddon swallowed the bloodstone, Eden finally smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered the Adeptus Custodes to carry Abaddon away for treatment—and to extract whatever information they could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Eden would have new armor and weapons forged for the Despoiler, then cast him into the Chaos warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment on, Abaddon would have nothing to do with the material galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Eden transmitted the intelligence about the Noctilith Crown to Vigilus, and boarded the Dreamweaver to head for the planet himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would oversee the battle personally—and end every problem in one sweep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to stop the Noctilith Crown from activating, he had already dispatched a special unit into that region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only hoped… there was still time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vigilus system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ugly scar all but tore this suffering system apart. Endless warp storms spun into one vortex after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the dullest of beings could hear the endless whispers and mournful cries in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, the system glittered with scattered firelight—wars erupting everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And new fleets kept arriving, piling weight onto the system, as though nearly all life could sense it: a war that had lasted for centuries was finally approaching its conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raced toward Vigilus, terrified of missing the final opportunity—and the rich spoils that would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The combined fleets of the Savior and the Imperium's Emperor arrived in waves, blocking and hunting down xenos and heretic armadas within the system, preventing them from closing on Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the planet, even more Imperial naval strength gathered, weaving multiple layers of defensive netting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands upon thousands of torpedoes continuously intercepted anything that tried to punch through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within the warships themselves, fighting raged—Space Marines holding back clawed daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the planet's surface…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless bursts of fire blossomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaagh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill these monkeys!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill! Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across basins as vast as seas between fortress-lines, defensive fronts and subterranean networks crisscrossed the land, as armies of every race and faction tore into one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At any moment, armor was split open, or headless bodies collapsed into the dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After unending years of war, the warriors' armor had long since rusted. Where plates had broken away, skin lay exposed to the chemical grit that filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That exposed flesh dried and dehydrated, but they didn't care—they were used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to those minor miseries, the bombardment of colossal vehicles and war machines was the true killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoom, thoom, thoom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God-machines, Chaos engines, ancient colossi, and bio-titans rampaged across the battlefield, pouring out firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even vehicles and war engines couldn't last long here. Wreckage filled the valleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More debris—and more bodies—kept falling from the higher tiers above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an apocalypse-scale war involving multiple species and factions, sprawling beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with the initiative and the strongest armies reveled in unleashing slaughter and bloodshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, within one region held by the Black Legion, there was an eerie calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemies that approached were butchered by Chaos Raptors, Warp Talons, and packs of Heldrakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They held fast around a terrifying installation—the Noctilith Crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the territory commanded by Haarken Worldclaimer, one of the Black Legion's strongest Chaos Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long controlled vast tracts of the northern Nachmund Gauntlet, and commanded immense armies and fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the Black Legion's strength, in all but name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haarken Worldclaimer was best known for one thing: his reverence for Abaddon, and his role as the Despoiler's most effective mouthpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was adept at hijacking vox-networks and sonic projectors, scattering seeds of chaos, fear, and madness across a world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would even butcher the life on an entire planet—just to shatter the will of a region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Black Legion could conquer more easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his gloomy, hateful voice boomed across the airwaves:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This planet belongs to the Despoiler of All Realms—Lord Abaddon! Kneel before him and swear fealty, or wait to be buried in flame!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In eighty days, we will grind this world beneath our boots!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Haarken's signature performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he reached a planet, he would drive his legendary weapon—the Helspear—into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would use amplification arrays to broadcast threats meant to poison the enemy with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, that intimidating voice kept repeating… and it made the Chaos Raptors' faces go dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the recording wasn't theirs anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the enemy's—and it was being played on loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure, unfiltered mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haarken had said those words eighty days ago. But the plan had stalled again and again—long past the promised deadline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, hearing the recording again was shame, a public execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, it had been blasting for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Raptors' blood pressure was skyrocketing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! I'm going to skin those Blood Ravens bastards alive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos Raptor Terminator trembled with rage and humiliation. He wasn't the only one—every Raptor around him looked the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Ravens had slipped into their lines before and stolen plenty, including prized weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd even disguised themselves as Chaos Raptors, ambushed isolated warriors, and stripped their armor clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Raptors had tried more than once to hunt them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It never worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bastards would vanish, relocate, and start playing the execution broadcast somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the Blood Ravens started running with the Savior and the Imperium's Emperor, they'd picked up that same style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did everything in the most insulting way possible—until their enemies went berserk, choking on rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Ravens had been specially augmented, equipped with all kinds of ancient technological relics and gear—better at hiding, better at escaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't the best in a straight fight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they'd pushed infiltration and petty theft to an art form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were proud of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—now they were stealing under the Emperor's personal edict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sense of achievement was unbeatable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Blood Ravens had come to Vigilus under the Emperor's command, to coordinate with other forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To turn Haarken Worldclaimer's position into a complete circus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with the Machine-Goddess' help, they seized control of multiple amplification arrays, continuously hurling humiliation-broadcasts into the Chaos Raptors' lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Testing, testing~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shameful execution recording suddenly cut out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Blood Ravens' Chapter Master, Gabriel Angelos, appeared brazenly atop a fortress—without a shred of caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right in Haarken Worldclaimer's line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel looked straight at him, and his voice rang through the amplification arrays:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo, isn't that our Eighty-Days Bro? How come you still haven't taken Vigilus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone dripped with mockery—sweet, oily sarcasm—instantly maxing out the hate meter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Ravens thief!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haarken Worldclaimer immediately saw red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His roar distorted the vox-channels around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never liked the Blood Ravens—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centuries ago, when his fleet was fighting in the Eye of Terror, the Blood Ravens had taken the opportunity to \"borrow\" a few treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them was the xenos star-chart known as the Akhien Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, those Blood Ravens thieves were sabotaging the Black Legion's critical plan—and trampling his pride into the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haarken lost his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the Helspear, the vicious turbine-jets on his back howling as he launched forward at sonic speed toward the fortress where Gabriel stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More Chaos Raptors ignited their mechanical wings, rising to encircle that region.\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>",2426,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","084149aa56b6846d27d138bf191a5d79f01d47cccb925da7117eddf4917cc4d1","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-712","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-710",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]