[{"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-726":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},1681567,2147,"Chapter 726 725: Rogal Dorn: Is This Still the Sol System? Where the Hell Did You Take the Phalanx?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-726",726,"\u003Cp>The New Imperium was far more \"civilized\" than the old one. It did not casually execute people in the name of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The premise, of course, was that you were not involved with xenos, heresy, or rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given Dorn's current behavior, and assuming no xenos or heresy was involved, at worst it amounted to disrespect toward the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the circumstances were relatively minor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, people from unreclaimed regions might not know the Savior exists, or they might not understand Imperial etiquette. There was room for leniency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you were warned and still insisted on showing disrespect to the Savior, then it became a crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Discipline Squad would take you in for instruction. Only once you truly understood the Savior's greatness and contributions would you be allowed out to \"start over\" as a proper citizen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Loyalty isn't innate. The Savior permits people to reject his rule, but the disloyal absolutely must not enjoy everything the loyal have built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disloyal should count themselves lucky that merciful being spared their lives…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Inquisitor Deville had said as much before. He consistently supported executing or exiling anyone who blasphemed or showed disrespect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, his view was not adopted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior and the rest of the Imperial high command believed the New Imperium should not continue the old high-pressure environment. That only produced excessive slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And crushing psychological pressure, in turn, tended to breed heretical corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, xenos, heretics, and rebels threatened humanity's survival and had to be executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No negotiation. No exceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Imperial citizens who could still be reclaimed, the Imperium should reclaim them, guiding them back from the wrong path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, it was about finding a balance between the old Imperium's brutal suppression and the New Imperium's \"civilized development.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Savior had emphasized:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium has entered a new era. We should gradually implement the rule of law to shape a stable order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Education was one of the measures used to recover some Imperial citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Savior's guidance, prison facilities were established, but when the policy first rolled out, a lot went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the \"reform prison\" environment hadn't been designed with actual scientific research, the educational measures failed to produce the intended effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main issue was that the reform prison was too nice, so some people who had never experienced New Imperium life thought it was a welfare program.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A prison made of cement and alloy, no bed, just one miserable blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forced labor for more than ten hours a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food limited to corpse-starch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold water splashed on you sometimes to wake you up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow the detainees were moved to tears and didn't even want to leave?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the detainees' perspective, it looked different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enforcers didn't kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fed them, clothed them, gave them a warm, safe place to sleep, with no risk of xenos or heretical contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even provided medical care and cured diseases they'd been living with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bad at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in their hive factory jobs, they worked harder than this and died more often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the problem. In many old-Imperium regions, Imperial citizens lived worse than roaches. Apocalypse inside an apocalypse. Built to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So in the end, the reform prison achieved an \"educational effect,\" but it did so in a very sideways way that didn't match the original intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that wasn't a failure of the Savior's guidance. It was the departments executing it poorly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could hardly say the Savior underestimated the detainees' tolerance and was simply too merciful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That being was just too kind, too soft-hearted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After deep internal reflection, the responsible departments reported back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They argued that even if it was \"education,\" a prison should still look like a prison. Punishment had to be increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as the disrespectful were not punished the way xenos and heretics were, it was acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, they optimized the \"education system,\" splitting it into two phases: education and punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those with old-Imperium thinking who simply hadn't correctly understood the Savior, education was enough. There was no need to throw them into prison at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hardliners needed to be sent to prison for stick-based \"education\" and labor reform, then released once they were corrected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also made special additional investments, refurbishing reform prisons across various regions at great cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Environmental control systems were installed to simulate extreme, but non-lethal, conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So those hardliners could feel the \"warmth\" of reform and be forced into compliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Savior's eyes, this was straightforward personal autocracy and thought control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harsh management regime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this wretched cesspit of a galaxy, it somehow stood out as exceptionally civilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, the New Imperium could not relax its grip on faith and ideology. Unity had to be maintained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise the Changer of Ways would play you like an instrument, pushing in and out of humanity's beliefs and thoughts at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, those who needed education were usually a tiny minority. Most Imperial citizens treasured this hard-won life and felt genuine gratitude toward the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also despised anyone who showed disrespect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Dorn, this big man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cathedral square, he hadn't saluted the Savior in time. That was disrespect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he refused after being warned, he would be taken away immediately for instruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he still failed the post-instruction assessment, he'd be sent to a dedicated prison for forced reform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the Discipline Squad in the cathedral square had already risen after saluting and turned their gaze this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions were severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran was anxious and urged Dorn again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big guy, what are you spacing out for? Just do what we do and salute.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This big man looked blank. Maybe he hadn't reacted at first, but the veteran had already reminded him. There was no reason he still wouldn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Imperial territory, even the simple-minded Ogryn knew how to salute and thank the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It looks like the Savior has monopolized power. The Imperium's basically about to become his one-man show…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn sensed the crowd's mood and thought grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just the pilgrims. Even the Ecclesiarchy priests, the tech-priests, and the ship's Imperial guard were under the Savior's rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the Imperium's Senatorum had completely lost control. The Savior was restrained by nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of towering authority was practically identical to the Emperor, to Dorn's own Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What state is Father in? Has he been constrained somehow?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn's worry deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Emperor, his Father, was trapped on the Golden Throne, his body slowly withering away, unable to resist attacks from within or without.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn had tried to contact him before, but received no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Dorn recognized the Savior as a potential threat, he worried even more about the Emperor's situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>External threats from xenos and heretics were not as terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the danger came from the Imperium's core, how could it be resisted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something truly happened, it would be a catastrophe even more dangerous than the Horus Heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn quickly forced himself to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if the Savior's ambition is fully exposed and no one restrains him, it shouldn't be so easy for him to threaten Father deep within the Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes should be able to protect Father, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Adeptus Custodes were the Imperium's most loyal and elite guard. They would protect Father, and they would not be swayed by the Savior's authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought steadied Dorn, a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have to tell Father about this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior truly hid all of this, then with Father's approval, I can mobilize the Custodes to stop him…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, the Emperor, Dorn's Father, was the Imperium's one and only ruler. The Savior could not overturn the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, I am Rogal Dorn. I am the Imperium's last wall. I will not allow you to do as you please.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn silently swore it, his expression hardening, his presence rising until it was almost impossible to suppress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he dropped with a heavy thud to one knee and saluted the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in the edge of his vision, the Discipline Squad was already moving over, with the clear intent of arresting him on the spot and dragging him off for \"education.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had to reach the Imperial Palace in secret and tell his Father the truth about the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not expose his identity here and now, or he might ignite a crisis instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior truly harbored treason, Dorn feared he might gamble and launch a war of secession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Best to act covertly, learn the truth, then decide whether to take the Savior down with a thunderclap of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father is too merciful. He trusts too easily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn felt a bitter weight in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Father handed Imperial governance to Malcador, and handed most of the Imperium's armies to Horus, placing total trust in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never truly considered that someone might betray him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Father had given power to the Savior as well, and the Emperor's authority was being weakened step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter what, I am Father's most loyal son. As long as I haven't completely fallen and died, no one will harm Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the Savior. Not xenos, heretics, rebels. Not anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn lowered his head and swore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he might be the only one Father could trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought that he would finally return to Father's side, finally meet him again after ten millennia, made tears spill into his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you. This big guy's just honest and a little slow. He's loyal, I tell you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran muttered when he saw Dorn's reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the crowd accepted Dorn's loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their eyes, the big man simply reacted half a beat late, then slammed down to his knee so hard he nearly cracked the marble and started bawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't disrespect. That was the very image of Imperial loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran even suspected Dorn had been so overwhelmed that he forgot to kneel in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That happened sometimes. Some people even fainted from excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Dorn like this, the Discipline Squad nodded with satisfaction and quietly retreated to continue their watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept scanning the crowd for anyone showing disrespect, noting names to a list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran clenched his fist to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the heated atmosphere, his gratitude toward the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, surged like a tide, and tears fell from his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The virtual image above was so radiant it felt like it was giving off an invisible heat, igniting gratitude in the hearts of the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some pilgrims could not control themselves at all, raising both hands and wailing openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had lived through the dark age where life was worth less than grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never, in their entire lives, received such attention and honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it. What humiliation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn wasn't paying much attention to the outside anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand and wiped his tears, feeling ashamed that he had knelt before the Savior's holy image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, he was in disguise as a simple big man. No one would know this mortifying disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overhead, mechanical cherubim drifted silently between the banners, recording the touching scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These moving, inspiring images would become propaganda material, circulated through various regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the sacred address concluded, and the Savior's virtual projection slowly faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pilgrims gradually calmed, returning to their victory celebration with brighter smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saluting the Savior, the pilgrim ship also restarted and departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, it arrived at the Imperium's core system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sol System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the pilgrim ship entered Sol, Dorn's mood grew heavier. He was about to reveal a terrifying truth to the Emperor and the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would ignite vicious conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, he hoped it was all a misunderstanding, not that the Savior truly meant to replace Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By any measure, the Savior was an excellent administrator, even better than Malcador.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Imperium truly lost the Savior, it would be a colossal loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the time comes… it depends on Father's choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn thought so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the short veteran and the others to the ship's main viewing deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From here, you could clearly observe the Sol System, and even faintly make out the Imperium's heart: Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the naked eye, it was only a slightly brighter star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on the viewing deck, Dorn felt a flicker of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see Terra again after ten thousand years. His Father was there, on humanity's cradle-world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Dorn raised his head toward Terra's direction, he froze, pupils dilating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw something beyond belief. What in the void was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By my mother, by the Savior above!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this is what Sol looks like. No wonder those people are desperate to come here on pilgrimage. His Majesty is so holy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the short veteran also spotted the sight near Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared slack-jawed, then snapped straight and offered a small salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him. The other pilgrims were also shaken speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In everyone's view:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's image had appeared above the stars, as if it were the size of the Sol System itself, looking down on the endless stars and his Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It even seemed to glow with gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a special \"galactic wonder\" built by the New Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus had poured immense resources into developing the technology. Through the light emitted by countless mechanical outposts placed throughout Sol, the void itself refracted the Savior's majestic image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a ship entered the Sol System, no matter what direction you looked toward Holy Terra, you would see the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence was like a galaxy-sized giant blotting out the heavens, overwhelmingly shocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, any region capable of observing Sol could view the phenomenon through dome-augurs and telescopic instruments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just would not feel as immediate as seeing it from within Sol itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, using high technology, the Savior had \"stamped\" Sol and the galaxy, plastering his majesty across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss. You can do that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dorn was stunned by the sheer audacity of the move, unable to react for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a slow breath, worry sharpening into something colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was lawless. It showed not the slightest regard for the Emperor, the Master of Mankind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Dorn noticed something even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years ago, he had led the Imperial Fists in constructing a Solar System-wide void defense network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of star-forts, and even more defensive platforms, had formed a wall in space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had been one reason he could endure the warp for so long with some measure of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is my Solar System star-fort defense network?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred years ago it was still there. Why can't I see any of it now?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn went rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred years ago, he had learned about Sol's state from the mouth of a lost Space Marine captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Fists were still executing the orders their gene-father had left behind, maintaining the star-fort defense network and holding Sol fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now everything was gone. What happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn stared into the familiar void and realized the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's newly built mechanical outposts had replaced the old fort positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the sake of projecting his virtual image across the galaxy, the Savior had dismantled the defense network Dorn had left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relevant departments judged the old defense installations too outdated, their tech too obsolete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, they obstructed the installation of the Savior's void-projection infrastructure and interfered with Sol's overall \"environment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after review and approval, the old network was dismantled completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, based on the Imperium's future development plans, a new and more comprehensive defense system was secretly designed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To guard against enemy invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the empty void, Dorn nearly laughed from sheer rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he thought of something and hurriedly looked toward another region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was empty as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shipyards were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the enormous fortress bastion that had held Sol, the Imperial Fists' great stronghold, was nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he used specialized mechanical scanning to search for that fortress, he found no signal at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, as long as the Phalanx was in this star-region, it would be impossible not to detect its signature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is the Phalanx?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn almost shouted, disbelief cracking through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this still Sol?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did you take my Phalanx?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are my Imperial Fists boys?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phalanx? What are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short veteran heard the big man's outburst and scratched his head in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he seemed to remember something and pulled out his data-slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You mean that Phalanx, right? That huge fortress. I remember there was news about it. The Mechanicus sent a lot of ships.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They said it was too old…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Dorn felt dread crawl up his spine.\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>",2871,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","50bc259af005f787ee5ff1c911bcfd648bd024bfbdadf605b93f0a2a900ba577","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-727","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-725",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]