[{"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-713":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},1681554,2147,"Chapter 713 712: The Savior: I Should Be a Bit Stronger Than the Emperor Was Back Then, Right?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-713",713,"\u003Cp>\"Erebus is probably trying to punch into low orbit and finish the destruction plan Abaddon couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the Blackstone Oscillator in tandem with the Noctilith Crown to wipe out Vigilus and inflict catastrophic losses on the Imperium…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking that far, Eden's expression turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, he had to stop Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But stopping that bastard wouldn't be easy—especially with Horus in the mix. Horus was a vessel of the Chaos Gods, something beyond a primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even daemon-ascended Angron from before probably wouldn't be his match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, the only one in the Imperium who could deal with Horus was the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any other primarch stepping up would likely be sent to their death—just like Sanguinius back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now the Emperor couldn't act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That left only Eden, the new Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn't take the field personally, no one could handle the resurrected Horus—Chosen of the Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was, admittedly, a little nervous about the battle ahead. He was about to face the authority of the Chaos Gods head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years had passed. The Chaos Gods, bloated on who knew how many human lives, were stronger than they had been millennia ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant the resurrected Horus was stronger than he'd been as well—one of the very apex powers in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Purely in terms of strength… I should be a little stronger than the Emperor was back then, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden measured his own power in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then the Emperor wasn't bound to the Golden Throne, wasn't yet empowered by the faith of untold billions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, on the other hand, had the Hope Sun—especially the reinforcement of its dark-side authority, Diablo the Destroyer—and he was fighting on the galaxy's main battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odds of getting hammered flat shouldn't be high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that was only conjecture. No one knew what kind of accident or twist might come next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden understood this would be a brutal fight. If he won this boarding action, then the Vigilus campaign was basically his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Horus and the Blackstone Oscillator were dealt with, this chaotic system would have nothing left that could match him in arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down the corridor ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor was carpeted in meat and shattered remains, seeping tar-thick black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, the navigation instruments are no longer functioning. The corridor's time and space are in a state of disorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We… may no longer be able to guide you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes commander dropped to one knee and reported with shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of blackstone's interaction with the Warp, this Blackstone Omen Ark had amplified part of the Chaos corruption, causing the ship's interior to meld with the Immaterium itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this corridor now stretched and shrank unpredictably. Time sometimes ran fast, sometimes slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was eerily similar to the scene of the Emperor confronting the traitor Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like then, the Custodes were powerless to do anything about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why they felt even more ashamed. For ten thousand years they had obeyed the edicts and remained within the Palace, conducting almost no deep study of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden said nothing, only raising a hand to tell the commander to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had anticipated this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That isn't your responsibility. Besides, I can find my way through the labyrinth of the Empyrean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay close. I need your strength to hold off the enemy and reduce my stamina drain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought the Custodes with him precisely to conserve combat power—so he could face Horus in the best possible state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asking these warriors to \"navigate\" the Warp was cruel. At this level of complexity, even a high-grade psyker would struggle—some might simply go mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kekekek—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the tar-like black blood congealed into a gigantic face: Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked absurdly pleased with himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… you're even later than I expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pity. You no longer have any chance to stop me. You've already lost this war—lost to Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know you won't give up. So come and find me. I enjoy watching you struggle. Heh—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't be bothered trading trash talk with Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely lifted his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invisible psychic force seized the black-blood face by the throat, choking it silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a stronger surge erupted—crushing the face outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black blood exploded like a flood, surging and thrashing through the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like a battle horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless daemons crawled out of the black blood and rushed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched the oncoming daemons and let out a cold, amused breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Working this hard just to slow me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which means you still haven't truly mastered the Blackstone Oscillator… or this ship hasn't reached a position where it can fire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Chaos-warped corridor, the black blood continued rising, nearly reaching the warriors' waists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nuisance like this couldn't stop an elite Custodes detachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes in golden Aquilon-pattern plate ignited the fields along their guardian spears, then vaulted forward in unison, crashing into the daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They formed a driving wall, shielding Eden as he advanced. Any daemon that tried to close was impaled and annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Custodians knew how to kill daemons, and they did it with ruthless familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under their cover, Eden strode ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To others, the murky black blood was heavy as tar, resisting every movement. To Eden, it might as well not exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the end of the corridor quickly—and stepped across that seemingly endless stretch into the next zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next zone abruptly became something alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer the interior of a ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked more like a strange abyssal ocean, packed with unknown aquatic monstrosities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the danger of a Warp labyrinth—stitched-together regions that could make anyone lose their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the crushing underwater pressure, Eden and the Custodes activated their armor's internal circulation to keep breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, an extreme environment like this wasn't a major problem for Custodes elites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with the Aquilon plate having undergone another round of optimization and refit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They butchered every aquatic horror in their path, leaving the sea dyed red, then pushed on to yet another region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, they closed on the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even took the heads of thirteen greater daemons in succession, sending them back to screaming dissolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you're killing us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Save us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah… I want to live…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Eden and his Custodes reached the final hall's approach, they saw a wall made of humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cruelty Erebus had built on purpose—using human bodies as cover, and as an insult to the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden wanted to enter the hall, he would have to destroy that living wall—personally killing tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of human lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, every step Eden and the Custodes advanced caused the bone-and-skull daemons embedded along both sides of the long corridor to slaughter more humans with bone-spikes and flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior—please, we beg your redemption… save our lives!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humans howled in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They desperately wanted the Savior, the Emperor, and the Custodes to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden knew it was Erebus's trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it couldn't stop him, it could still disgust him. Typical of the galaxy's foulest pile of dog filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Eden's anger snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red-gold flames fused the corridor into glass, and the human wall was sent into another dimension—rescued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cost him a fair amount of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a domain fused with the Warp, he—an Immaterium god—could unleash far more of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus. Horus. And the Warp vermin hiding behind you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stopped before an alloy gate fused with skulls and living flesh. Beyond it, he could sense malice—and the strange energy radiating from blackstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bastards, and the Blackstone Oscillator, were on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his leg and drove a heavy kick into the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door—more than ten meters tall—collapsed with a thunderous crash, revealing the hall beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Eden saw what was inside, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall had long since become a Chaos temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor was half-solidified metal mixed with meat. The \"lights\" had become living eyes and teeth, slowly writhing in place as they turned to stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the entire structure resembled a blasphemous replica of the Throne Room of the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the central throne looked disturbingly like the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated upon it now was not the Emperor's corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Dark Apostle—Destiny's Hand, Erebus—the shameless traitor who had thrown himself at the Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is Horus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bad feeling crawled up Eden's spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This boarding action had two goals: destroy the Blackstone Oscillator, and execute the resurrected Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chosen of the Gods like Horus appearing anywhere was a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being that powerful could raid most Imperial regions at will. If he slipped away and assassinated a few returned primarch-brothers…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium would bleed out, and Eden wouldn't be able to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, if Horus had simply avoided dueling the Emperor and instead struck at other primarchs—or attacked critical worlds beyond Holy Terra—waging a deep-strike war, severing the flow of the tithe…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium would have suffered far worse, a slow and ongoing hemorrhage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Blackstone Oscillator was here—hidden behind the counterfeit \"Golden Throne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Horus was nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was not good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did Horus go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's mind raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Down to Vigilus to butcher the surface?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or, while I'm pinned here, did he slip away to ambush my other primarch-brothers?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap, clap, clap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus looked down from his grotesque flesh-and-gold throne, applauding as he spoke with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, my Savior. My Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, guided by fate, you've come to this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you wondering why Horus isn't here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go on—guess whether I'll tell you the answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't answer. He only smiled with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The truth is, whether you know the final answer or not, you can't salvage any of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savior, defeating you doesn't require Horus, or even the power of the great gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I, Erebus, am enough…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Apostle—Destiny's Hand—loved seeing despair on an enemy's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loved even more to toy with them like pieces on a board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the Savior—whose fate even the Changer of Ways struggled to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it's only you here…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at Erebus, voice glacial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you're the one I'm going to skin and carve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to eliminate this nuisance first—and the Blackstone Oscillator behind the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom, boom, boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Custodes firepower slammed into the flesh-throne, but the throne raised a Chaos field that swallowed the impacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus seemed fused with the throne itself. Dozens of thick flesh-tentacles erupted outward, whipping toward the Custodes with strength enough to shatter alloy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a Warp vortex opened inside the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless cackling spilled out, and twisted, prismatic Warp-energy absorbed even more of the Custodes' physical fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus mocked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Servants of the Emperor… you're pathetically weak. How could you ever contend with the greatness of the Warp?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He manipulated the hall's sorcery like a throne-bound emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was intoxicated by the idea of \"playing\" with the Emperor's guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in the next instant, wariness flashed across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the flesh-tentacles stopped, unable to advance even a fraction—as if some vast authority had clamped down on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden radiance bloomed around him, and greater flames ignited along the tentacles, turning them into charred ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the throne without obstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How boring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus frowned and discarded the tentacles entirely, unwilling to let the flames crawl back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the Savior's terrifying might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A pity. Force alone can't solve the real problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it could, the False Emperor wouldn't have failed and become a miserable prisoner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus tapped his own temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Life without intellect is worthless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the Chaos fog in the vaulted ceiling peeled away, revealing the void beyond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless warships and intersecting lines of fire. At some point, Chaos reinforcements had arrived, interposing themselves and blocking incoming strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, looking along the ceiling's opened view, one could clearly see Vigilus itself—dark, burning, and close enough that the outlines of hive cities were visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the Blackstone Omen Ark, under Erebus's control, had torn through the cordon at minimal cost and reached low orbit over Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden halted, stunned, searching for one last opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes commander was wide-eyed, a thread of fear tightening in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Blackstone Oscillator is within its firing envelope. Vigilus…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you'll watch your coveted Vigilus be erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look—this is the control device. If I press it lightly, everything becomes ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Imperial forces in this sector will be crippled…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus strode forward a few steps, flaunting the controller—then pressed it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't stupid enough to monologue and give Eden a chance to reverse it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the entire Chaos-temple hall shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the grotesque throne, the Blackstone Oscillator bled an indescribable spectrum of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a pulse blasted toward Vigilus—intended to truly activate the Noctilith Crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pulse ripped downward at millisecond speed, leaving no time to intercept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus's eyes bulged as if they might fall from their sockets—one eye fixed on the Savior, the other locked on Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to savor the scene—the grand, terrifying annihilation of Vigilus, a spectacle more dreadful than any planetary detonation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, he wanted to savor the Savior's despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seconds passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The planet remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is that possible?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus's eyes widened further. Rage and humiliation surged—his plan had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant only one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong with the Noctilith Crown on Vigilus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His whole body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haarken Worldclaimer—useless trash! He couldn't even secure the Noctilith Crown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That defensive network can withstand Custodes assaults and orbital bombardment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like the Blood Ravens pulled it off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled broadly. If Vigilus hadn't been destroyed, then the Blood Ravens had dealt with the Noctilith Crown—at least enough to prevent it from activating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Blood Ravens had only recently \"cut the high-voltage lines,\" and the Dark Mechanicum were already scrambling to repair them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Blackstone Oscillator had fired a little earlier or a little later, everything would have changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that mattered now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The failure was set in stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you ready to die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden crushed the Chaos field projector embedded in the throne, drew the Emperor's Sword, and started up the steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus stumbled back a few steps, hissing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, I haven't lost yet. Watch me—I have another plan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can still win!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a shadow fell across the open vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something vast and black emerged from the void—like a small moon in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blackstone Fortress?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked up and recognized it instantly, disbelief flashing across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging a fortress of that scale into a system choked with Warp-turbulence should have been technically impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, with the aid of some power, it had arrived in Vigilus space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sucked in a sharp breath as realization hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now this is trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was far too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden\" had seen this trick before—Abaddon's side had used something like it to secure the Black Crusade's one truly massive victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard nearby Imperial ships, a Cadian Shock Trooper watched the Blackstone Fortress inch forward and immediately teared up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old suffering surged back into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood at once:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vigilus was about to face an unprecedented, nearly unstoppable horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orbital decapitation.\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>",2608,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","7e13c8ad598a91b783125e6adb84e3b9f7e36058aa9ce4cfc60d1ffbf11f55c8","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-714","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-712",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]