[{"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-724":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},1681565,2147,"Chapter 724 723: Rogal Dorn: Sweet. I, I’m Loyal, I Tell You!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-724",724,"\u003Cp>\"That big guy's pretty tall, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Angels captain stared at Rogal Dorn's back, and a faint sense of wrongness prickled at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That can't be right. Even an abhuman can't be built like that…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a moment ago, out of the corner of his eye, the captain had glimpsed a warrior of enormous stature, taller even than their Chapter Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he looked again, the figure didn't seem quite so gigantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His auspex-lenses and the readings from his helm displayed nothing abnormal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, instinct kept him wary. He lifted a hand and pointed, about to order someone to stop that big man and run an inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to be sure there wasn't a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the War Angels captain could speak, an urgent transmission cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Per orders from the Departmento Munitorum, they were to rally at a new objective zone to guard against an enemy strike, and to receive the arrival of the great Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, in the Sol System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe it was just a trick of perspective. It should be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And besides, a being like that wouldn't just appear in public without anyone noticing. It would be detected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Angels Chapter Master didn't dwell on it. He ordered his warriors to assemble, disembark the pilgrim ship, and proceed to their new assignment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, before leaving, he casually gave the ship's administrator a few instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have the crew keep an eye on things aboard, and if there was time, take a look at that big man's records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain didn't accuse the big man of being xenos-tainted or heretical. He merely expressed curiosity about the abhuman and asked the administrator to submit the man's details to the ship's security system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple note. A routine report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry for the trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, the instant the War Angels captain's gaze swung over, Dorn tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized his earlier action had made the forbidden relic's disguise a little unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it didn't help that the captain's alertness was unusually sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within Dorn's own Imperial Fists, that captain would have counted among the finest commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, under the relic's influence, so long as Dorn was not fully exposed, anyone within its coverage would unconsciously lower their guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn followed the short veteran, keeping his stride steady, and subtly adjusted the relic again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disguise stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good. If the captain had come over to interrogate him personally, the odds of exposure would have been high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn still had things to confirm. He didn't want to meet the Savior too soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the ship's security detail seemed to have received instructions. They quickly moved in, stopping Dorn for questioning and verification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran and the others froze, confused, turning their eyes toward the commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They told the security team that this big man had also fought bravely in the defense of the ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, I didn't do anything wrong, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm the Emperor's most loyal believer. Please, don't throw me off the ship…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn put on a dumbfounded, nervous act, fully inhabiting the role he'd chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple, honest giant from a fringe world, terrified that some bureaucratic snag would cost him his chance to make pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader asked a few questions, then gave Dorn a once-over while scrolling through the slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read as he spoke, his tone gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big guy… ahem. Sir. This is just a routine check. No need to worry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The data confirmed it. No irregularities, no signs of xenos infection or heretical corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just… big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And psychologically, remarkably stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dorn, right? Your file's fine. Rest easy. Safe travels.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After submitting the updated report, the squad leader smiled and handed the registration card back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, before the War Angels departed, they had run another full scan of the vessel, ruling out any suspicion of xenos or heretical presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the big man had no formal citizen identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he'd already passed inspection and quarantine when boarding and had completed registration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A temporary identity, and that was sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the big man's suspicion rating was low. This was about as serious as asking someone for a citizen number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A safe, straightforward subject of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minimal risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In earlier times, the Imperium could never have managed records this detailed. But now the Machine God's reach was growing, with databases nearly fully networked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium could record far more identity data across its population.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, I told you, I'm loyal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn maintained the act, accepted the registration card with an honest grin, and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely turned when the voice stopped him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn paused, then looked back to see the squad leader's friendly face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man held out a neatly wrapped packet of candied fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big guy, have a taste. Candied berries from our Arela Agri-World.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's our signature specialty. Way better than the dried fruit from Saint Laira. Their sunlight's terrible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, I don't know why all the traders keep buying Saint Laira's stuff…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader had just come out of a fight, blood and grime still on his armor, yet he kept that warm camaraderie Imperials showed one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even used the moment to plug his homeworld's local goods, with a little complaining on the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the webway routes linking sector to sector, the Imperium's economy had begun to show real vitality, building a cross-regional commercial system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Citizen demand was rising too. People wanted more than simply a full belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Imperium that only ate to survive had no vitality, no development to speak of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Department of Commerce actively encouraged each civilized world to develop local specialties, whether arms production or food, consumer goods, anything that fit their conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arela's delicious berries led them to develop a long-lasting candied-fruit product.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment they finished their first successful line, they discovered a neighboring sector's Saint Laira Agri-World had launched a similar product first, expanding rapidly and becoming popular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That agri-world surged ahead on the back of that industry, earning a reputation across multiple Imperial sectors, its economic level rising sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Arela, it was humiliation. Their candied fruit was more delicious, yet hardly anyone knew it existed, and trade channels were difficult to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The merchants all went to Saint Laira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arela had its pride. They were determined to push their candied fruit into the wider Imperium rather than let it be overlooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had become a habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arela folk living off-world seized every opportunity to recommend their planet's specialty candied fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make sure people knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This, too, was the Imperium as it stood now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The territories under the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, had sufficient security. They were slowly recovering from war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was decay, yes, but also tremendous latent energy and opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this environment, any civilized world that grasped a development window could accelerate rapidly through webway trade, which in turn boosted the Imperium's broader economy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put simply, the Imperium was shifting from an extremely closed, backward, city-state style economy into a commercial one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regions traded more. They exchanged more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one of the conditions for prosperity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn didn't know what to make of it, but the kindness from a stranger warmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the candied fruit and ate one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweet berry flavor flooded his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn realized he hadn't tasted human food in a very long time, and the sensation was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thanked the squad leader and promised to help spread the word about Arela's candied fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader beamed, then handed some out to the short veteran and the others too, and the mood turned easy and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Dorn and the other pilgrims who had taken part in the fighting followed security guidance to a designated area for disinfection and cleaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once processed, they returned to their quarters, changed into fresh robes, and headed for the ship's dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group chatted nonstop about the customs and scenery of their homeworlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the time, Dorn said little. He simply listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fully settled into the role he was playing, savoring this rare stretch of calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Dorn and the others were directed to yet another destination: the central cathedral square on the bridge level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pilgrim ship could not be without its religious spaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments earlier, the captain of the vessel had announced a celebration, both to reward this victory and to honor those brave enough to stand up and protect others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Dorn arrived, the cathedral square was already packed and festive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor banners and luminous strips hung overhead, and long tables covered the plaza, loaded with an abundant spread of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An宴会, huh. It's a bit like a noble banquet, but without the extravagance…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn looked out over the vast square, thinking quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth it was a blend: noble banquet, religious ceremony, and the Savior's homeworld-style communal feast, plus music and dancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new-Imperium flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point was simple: let everyone celebrate and enjoy themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The variety of food exceeded even Dorn's expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was nothing like the Imperium he remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And judging by the short veteran and the others, Imperial citizens weren't starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, in the reclaimed regions, hunger had been driven back completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even lower and middle citizens were shifting from \"eat enough\" to \"eat well.\" They could get meat now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proper nutrition pulled them out of that dried-out, skeletal look, gave them clearer minds and stronger bodies for work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the old days, when people wandered in a daze, ready to collapse in the street from hunger at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Eden, the Savior, ensuring people could eat their fill was the bare minimum for a civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old situation, famine everywhere, in an interstellar empire that could cross star systems, was pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the old Imperium's Adeptus Arbites, flying massive starships across the void to collect the tithe from feudal worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forcing feudal peasants to surrender the wheat they'd grown with backbreaking labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was disgrace piled on disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden had decided to change it. An interstellar Imperium, and it still couldn't solve farming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned hard into the \"grow and build\" instincts in his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Golden Age cultivation technology, Eden planted crops everywhere possible. If it could be farmed, it was farmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was eyeing barren worlds too, considering solar-powered greenhouse arrays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Department of Agriculture was even researching asteroid-belt cultivation. Even this pilgrim ship carried a small growing facility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh vegetables, supplied right onboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This explosion of agriculture even caused one food institute's painstakingly developed carbon-dioxide-to-starch synthesis tech to fall out of favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With plenty of fresh food available, who wanted synthetic starch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, it became emergency rations for long-range campaigns, with far fewer use cases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A number of tech-priests in the starch synthesis field promptly pivoted to new research directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unluckiest were the Mechanicus students who'd specialized in that field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They graduated only to find the whole sector had collapsed, and regretted not choosing civil engineering and industrial construction instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the hottest disciplines in the Imperium right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the banquet crowd, Dorn felt the people's vigor, their living energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, too, was normal in the reclaimed Imperium. Pure suffering had become rarer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained, more and more, was hope for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of the Phalanx found himself increasingly moved. This Imperium was more alive, more hopeful, than even the Great Crusade era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That outcome was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, the new Imperium had a more rational taxation system instead of a brutal one-size-fits-all, protecting each civilized world's own development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping the Imperium running in a healthy cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big guy, eat more. In the unreclaimed regions, it's not easy to get full…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran, far too friendly, shoved a cup of wheat beer into Dorn's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in high spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too bad you don't have citizen status, or you'd get a lot of honors this time. But you've got a temporary identity, so you can probably apply and patch it later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh. I killed plenty of heretic traitors. My citizen grade should go up another level.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decorated veteran rambled cheerfully, letting Dorn see a corner of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also helped Dorn understand why everyone had rushed to fight with such high morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith was part of it, but so was self-interest. The Imperium would not shortchange any sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this battle against an invasion of heretic traitors, every being who stood up would receive corresponding honors and rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the supervision of the psychic network, officials from the Department of Citizen Affairs would tally every contribution and every due honor as thoroughly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loyal would be treated better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one of the greatest differences between the new Imperium and the old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the old Imperium, loyalty meant selfless suffering with no progress bar, endless torment and uncertainty, often without even basic honors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, internal fractures and political infighting meant countless loyal souls were wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether you were loyal depended on your will and persistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the old Imperium had failed. Most of its enemies came from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traitor Primarchs, renegade Space Marines, the constant corruption rising from civilization after civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new Imperium was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More effort meant more reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Work extra today, earn more. Kill one more xenos or heretic, gain another honor and bonus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loyal would not be forgotten. They would be respected, and that respect showed up everywhere in daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most ordinary citizen could see it clearly, plainly, searchable in the record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers had special honor benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like the Astra Militarum of old, dying in confusion, never making it home, their names dissolving into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for betraying the Imperium and running to Chaos, that had become far rarer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most Imperial citizens, if you can live a good life, why follow a bunch of reeking beggars?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the old Imperium's absurd governance, the fact that citizens endured so long before breaking was proof of how loyal and iron-willed they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had been humans from the Savior's homeworld, they'd have been firing rifles until the triggers sparked, rebelling against Imperial tyranny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Savior was beloved not merely because of the Emperor's backing or the title of Emperor of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was admiration for the man himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People knew that following the Savior meant respect, and a better future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Emperor stripped the Savior of power tomorrow and branded him a heretic and traitor, the overwhelming majority of Imperial citizens would still make their choice through pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would shoulder their weapons and follow him to Holy Terra to \"remove corrupt officials,\" and then, for good measure, drape him in a yellow blanket to keep him warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To hell with the Emperor. The Savior is the Imperium's true legitimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn faintly sensed the people's devotion to the Savior, and something strange stirred in his chest, though he couldn't name it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't chase the feeling. He simply continued to blend into the banquet's warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for his worry over his father's condition, and the responsibilities he still carried, he truly wished he could vanish into anonymity and live in today's Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter, clatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food slid across the long tables. Some utensils fell and rang against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ship stopped. Another attack?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn felt the change in the pilgrim ship's state and immediately went on alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the once-noisy cathedral square quieted, and the atmosphere shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the shipwide broadcast carried the captain's excited voice, and everyone learned what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stop was not due to an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was to salute the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, and offer the highest reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, His Majesty's flagship had passed close by this pilgrim ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came further news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had heard of the ship's ordeal and the pilgrims' brave resistance, and he had decided to offer them encouragement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cathedral square erupted into stunned joy. Before anyone could fully react, the Savior's sacred hymn began to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an audio signal projected from the Dreamweaver, directly taking over this ship's sound-emitter arrays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bzzzt…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faithful pilgrims, I am the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, Eden Grant…\"\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>",2752,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","54fdd4511e2d6a2354eae57656a360c66dfa43cd7dd38cf90fc0f9f2d01d6ad7","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-725","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-723",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]