[{"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-744":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},1681585,2147,"Chapter 744 743: Savior: Hah, the old Emperor really knows how to give a gift","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-744",744,"\u003Cp>As the Savior and Emperor of the Imperium, Eden had always regarded himself as the big brother among the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Leon and Guilliman did not count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For various reasons, those two looked much older than he did, so at most they could only be called brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Dorn, when the Emperor found him, he was much younger than Leon and Guilliman, so naturally he ranked behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing wrong with that stubborn mule calling him Big Brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn looked at the warmly approachable Savior and, for a moment, found it hard to adjust. He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never had such a good relationship with any of the other Primarchs before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stubborn mule's temper was simply too hardheaded. He was always arguing and clashing with the others over matters concerning the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the time, he existed in a half-isolated state, with no Primarch willing to get too close to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Guilliman, who had a better temper and occasionally spoke with him, had fallen out with him over the Codex Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, you don't want to acknowledge me as your brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked at stubborn Dorn with a gentle smile. \"The Imperium is different now, and so are the relationships between the Primarchs. You'll get used to it in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I still hope you can truly become part of us and fight at our side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's kindness stirred something in Dorn's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his father's instructions and of how the man before him had saved him, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"B... Big Brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Dorn forced the words out, barely above a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he seemed visibly relieved, as though a weight had been lifted from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Third Brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grabbed stubborn Dorn's hands and spoke with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he draped an arm around the mule's shoulders and started walking out with him, every bit the Primarchs' big brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, Eden instructed him, \"Rest up here in the Sanctuary for now and get familiar with the Imperium's current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once you've recovered, I'll assign you an important defensive duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Emperor already spoke with me about your abilities. The Imperium's defenses simply can't do without you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn was still a little unused to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Emperor's praise, along with the Savior's trust, still made a smile appear on his face despite himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Brother, I am the Wall of the Imperium. I will not fail Father's expectations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, when Dorn said Big Brother, it came much more naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With you here, I'm at ease. I'll go take inventory and then transfer the relevant command authority over the forces to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sounded quite attentive, like an older brother taking care of a younger one. \"That equipment of yours is too outdated. When the time comes, I'll give you a batch of new gear...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long wanted someone to take over all this tedious defensive work for him so he could relax a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Infernal Sauna District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke filled the district, plasma engines roared, and the entire place was noisier than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one particular area, the engine machinery was running at even higher speed, the intensity constantly climbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the highest-intensity Super-Alloy Fascia Knife Hell!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of high-strength alloy hammers pounding flesh rang out without pause. Every strike hit no less heavily than a blow from super-heavy machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the alloy steel floorplates had sunk in slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Gene-Father, what astonishing physical toughness?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tor Garadon, Captain of the Imperial Fists Third Battle Company, stood wrapped in bandages and covered with special medicinal patches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stared at the tall figure still enduring inside Super-Alloy Fascia Knife Hell, his face was full of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Garadon, the other Imperial Fists bruisers were also limping around, all of them clearly having been put through brutal training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior who had dared shout toward the Lord of the Mountain Fortress had received the most special attention of all. He was already lying on a stretcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Gene-Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even so, that warrior still raised the only hand he could move, cheering on the tall figure inside Alloy Fascia Knife Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That figure was their Imperial Fists Gene-Father, the Lord of the Mountain Fortress:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rogal Dorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Dorn's return, he had begun recuperating within the Sanctuary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he learned that the Imperial Fists had failed to win their contest against the Ultramarines, he flew into a rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stubborn mule believed that, as the Imperium's final wall, the Imperial Fists had to be tougher and stronger than any other warriors, physically if nowhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he drilled those sons of the Imperial Fists' gene-line at an even more punishing standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the gene-son who had dared to call out to him, Dorn had instead promoted him to his personal guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then trained him to the highest possible standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn had not punished that gene-son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he believed that if the man was truly that brave, then he ought to become one of the Imperial Fists' toughest warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, Dorn was effectively grooming him as a deputy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Dorn personally took part in the hell challenge as well, wanting everyone to see the physical limits of the Wall of the Imperium!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very soon, he broke several records for bodily toughness in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ranking in physical resilience surpassed Leon, Jaghatai Khan, and other Primarchs. He even exceeded the long-held second-place record of Dante, the longtime holder of the Infernal Fascia Knife trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Fists' Primarch, the Lord of the Mountain Fortress, was now challenging the first-place record left behind by the Savior!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This drew crowds of warriors to watch. Calgar, Dante, and others came specifically to observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all wanted to know whether the Primarch of the Imperial Fists could break the unknown record the Savior had left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he could truly reach the absolute limit of human bodily endurance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord of the Mountain Fortress' physical strength has actually reached such a level...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante was visibly shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although his record in the Infernal Fascia Knife trial ranked second, that had practically cost him his life. It was only because their Gene-Father Sanguinius had not wanted him returning to the Throne that he had survived it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the intensity of the Imperial Knight-grade plasma engine had been pushed to the maximum, and plasma was spilling outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a scorched smell in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the relentless pounding of the high-strength alloy hammers, Dorn endured in bitter struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His record had already surpassed second place by a wide margin, yet he still had not broken the Savior's record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much longer is this going to take?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn nearly ground his teeth to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time felt unbearably long, and his body had already reached its limit. It felt as though every muscle in him was being kneaded, torn, and ripped apart without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt more than being struck by a daemon sword. Even his consciousness was beginning to blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn refused to believe that the Savior's bodily toughness could really be that much higher than his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each Primarch had his own strengths, and his strength was supposed to be the toughness of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely the Savior could not be that much stronger than him in psychic power, physical toughness, and combat ability all at once?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no matter how Dorn endured, no matter how the numbers rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's name, sitting in first place on the rankings, remained utterly unmoved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The record left by that being had already exceeded Dorn's imagination, and the imagination of every warrior present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all realized that the record left behind by the Savior far surpassed all warriors, even the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood like a towering mountain peak above the heads of all Imperial warriors, immovable and impossible to shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How astonishing was that?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn gathered his strength once more and let out a furious roar, pushing past his own limit again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The toughness of his body filled the assembled warriors with admiration and awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Lord of the Mountain Fortress had already gone a little numb, but under so many eyes he refused to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where no one could see, there was even the glimmer of tears in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was too hard. When was it ever going to end?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It should be soon, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar and the other warriors stared at the slowly rising data attached to the Lord of the Mountain Fortress and murmured to themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even began to hope, faintly, that he might break the Savior's record, allowing them to glimpse the true limit of that being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People revered perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even more than that, they wanted to know exactly where the limits of perfection lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the crowd was watching in expectation, they suddenly realized that the Lord of the Mountain Fortress' data had stopped rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, they turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of the Mountain Fortress was sprawled over the machine, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some unknown point, he had reached the limit of his body and blacked out completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quick, shut down the machine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garadon and the Imperial Fists warriors rushed to stop the plasma engine, then dragged their Gene-Father out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Infernal Sauna District's emergency response team arrived in time and immediately began treatment to restore the Lord of the Mountain Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They opened by jamming several restorative injections into him, then used specialized resuscitation devices to stimulate the consciousness of the unconscious Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emergency team's bruisers were long since used to this kind of rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hardly a day went by in this district without seven or eight Astartes or high-ranking warriors blacking out, so they had long become experts through repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn woke up very quickly and immediately looked toward the projection suspended in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his record was still second place, while the Savior's name remained at the very top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though it were looking down upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is that possible...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn drew in a deep breath, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost in the very thing he prided himself on most, bodily toughness, and even fighting with everything he had was not enough to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had not relied on blackstone machinery. He had defeated him with raw, genuine physical strength!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Dorn finally understand the gap between himself and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That being was simply stronger than him in every possible respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a disturbance suddenly rippled through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial warriors all turned toward one area with reverent eyes, saluting one after another as they stepped aside to clear a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what had just happened, the warriors had gained an even deeper understanding of the Savior's strength. Not even a Primarch could match him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power was unfathomable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden came walking over, dressed in a light dark-gold robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the reverent gaze of the crowd, he lifted a hand slightly, signaling that the warriors need not be so formal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn instinctively greeted the Savior, his attitude noticeably changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had now become completely convinced by the Savior as his elder brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was simply how Primarchs and high-ranking warriors were. Only true strength could earn their conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in the fields where they themselves excelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was quite pleased when he saw their reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly why he had set up ranking boards in this district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for his own first-place score, it was naturally fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden would never voluntarily subject himself to that kind of abuse. It wasn't even his specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of his power came directly from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, he wanted to use this place to establish his authority, the kind no one else could shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the control of the Machine Goddess, the relevant leaderboard only recorded second place and below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own first-place position as the Savior had simply been placed there directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, no matter how hard any challenger struggled, they would never be able to break his record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, they could only stare up at it in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This undoubtedly allowed him to win over those hulking Astartes bruisers, and even the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, after the First Primarch, the proud Lion, had challenged one of the infernal trials, even the way he spoke to Eden had become noticeably quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stubborn Dorn had just challenged it too. He now looked completely convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had deliberately chosen to appear only after stubborn Dorn had failed the challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That created the most direct contrast and further cemented his own image as overwhelmingly powerful and formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the results, it had worked extremely well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a qualified ruler, he never wasted a single opportunity to display his image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, can you still move?\" Eden asked with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No problem.\" Dorn gritted his teeth and stood up, too embarrassed to admit that he had collapsed from exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\" Eden gave the stubborn mule two hearty pats, as a sign of affection. \"Come with me. Your brother here is going to give you a gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A gift?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Dorn's expression changed, and anticipation rose in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his whole life, he had only ever received a gift once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had been ten thousand years ago, when the Emperor, his father, gave him the Phalanx and the Imperial Fists Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Phalanx had originally belonged to the Inwit world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, when Dorn had returned, he had first presented the Emperor with the gigantic fortress-ship Phalanx and with a fully combat-ready spaceborne military force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Emperor accepted them, he then gave the Phalanx and the newly formed Seventh Legion back to his Primarch son as a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gift had moved Dorn to tears. Father and son had enjoyed a harmonious reunion, filled with paternal affection and filial devotion, just shy of embracing each other and weeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The old Emperor really does know how to give a gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the old history between Dorn and the Emperor, Eden could not help making a crack to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stubborn mule looked like a rough, blunt brute, but he actually valued feelings very deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Dorn was not only a good son to the Emperor, he also cherished the old clan chief of Inwit's frozen world who had raised him to adulthood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old chief had taught him a great deal about tactics, strategy, and diplomacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after Dorn learned they were not related by blood, he still loved and respected the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even kept one of the old chief's worn fur-edged robes, and every night he would drape it over himself like a blanket in remembrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a ruler and as the big brother of the Primarchs, Eden had studied Dorn's background and temperament long in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also possessed higher-dimensional knowledge unavailable to anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this stubborn mule was someone he could rely on and trust. That was why he dared place the Imperium's defenses in Dorn's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Eden led Dorn to a large Savior armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive doors rose open, and the two walked inside through a long passage. Everywhere there was a dazzling display of weapons and wargear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At minimum, the equipment here began at master-crafted grade, and there was also a huge quantity of legendary-grade armaments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking behind the Savior, Dorn stared hungrily at those weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were all excellent things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That elder brother of his was even wealthier than he had imagined. Even Father's armory back then could hardly have been much better, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Emperor back then had actually been rather poor, mainly because he had never fully brought the Mechanicus under his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very soon, Dorn spotted a set of heavy armor with yellow livery standing on a fitting platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just one glance, he found it difficult to move his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor before him fit his aesthetic tastes almost perfectly, and the many built-in systems and force fields suited his combat habits exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked practically custom-made for him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in fact, it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After collecting vast amounts of data and documentation, Eden had custom-made this entire wargear set specifically for stubborn Dorn, using a large quantity of relics and new technology in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far better than Dorn's previous Primarch-grade equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're giving this set of armor to me?\" Dorn swallowed and asked with open anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the answer he got was no. The Savior shook his head, and Dorn's eyes dimmed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who said I was only giving you this one set of armor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head and gave Dorn another pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If word got out, people might think the Savior can't afford a proper gift. This entire armory is yours now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's words warmed Dorn's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brother of his really had gone to great lengths to prepare these gift-equipments for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very quickly, he suited up in his exclusive Primarch wargear set. He now looked even heavier, even more indestructible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a wall of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Eden somehow produced a thick golden shield radiating an aura of intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its surface was covered in sacred patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed the golden shield to Dorn, moving him even more deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This was Father's...\" Dorn took the golden shield with trembling hands, almost unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right. A shield made from True-One Alloy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's identical to the shield the old Emperor once used. It suits you perfectly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rapped a knuckle against the shield and explained,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The old Emperor gave his approval for this too, so you can count it as a gift from him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use it freely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That golden shield had indeed been modeled after the Emperor's old equipment and forged from True-One Alloy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was incomparably sturdy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, inside that True-One shield was mixed quite a bit of the old Emperor's ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That really did count as offering borrowed flowers to Buddha. It was an extremely loyal, sacred, and dutiful piece of equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Eden was never going to tell Dorn that. There would be time for that in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his stubborn-mule brother, he spoke with unusual seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From this day forward, Holy Terra will be entrusted to you. Make sure you build even stronger defenses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clad in orange-yellow Primarch wargear and carrying a True-One shield in the Emperor's style, Dorn looked like a literal fortress wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt full of power, deeply reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though the Emperor, his father, were right there beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorn nodded and swore,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, Rogal Dorn, the Vigilant One, shall become the strongest wall Terra has ever known!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Dorn felt utterly confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now possessed even more powerful Primarch wargear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many enemies attacked Holy Terra, he would hold the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never fall!\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>",3209,"2026-06-06T13:29:36.128Z",1,"novelbin.me","74e7463d8c470e06ccc7288570781b044e85fd50cd6d71baba01eb71b50fd502","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-745","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-743",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]