Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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The Khorne Berserkers rampaged through the battlefield, demolishing buildings and slaughtering everyone in their path. Severed limbs and rivers of blood marked their trail of carnage.

As the danger closed in on Fran and Little Brown, Eden became increasingly anxious.

Even though the berserkers weren't specifically targeting Fran, being caught in the fleeing crowd gave him virtually no chance of survival.

Eden, still merely a consciousness tethered to Fran's body, couldn't directly intervene to stop the Khorne Berserkers.

Nor could he descend fully into Fran's body—his immense energy would incinerate the frail host.

However, Eden wasn't without options.

He could temporarily empower Fran by bestowing a blessing.

Through a special channel, he could infuse Fran with a surge of energy, granting him tremendous power for a short time.

But there was a catch.

According to the laws of the Warp, a god's power couldn't simply be granted at will.

Fran had to actively pray to the Savior, formally requesting salvation.

Only after the prayer ritual established a connection could Eden channel his power.

Eden was exasperated.

"What a convoluted rule! No wonder the Chaos Gods spread so many rituals for their followers to pray!"

To make matters worse, another berserker was charging directly toward Fran, cutting off any retreat.

On the battlefield, Fran gripped Little Brown's hand tightly, a hint of despair flickering in his eyes.

He feared he would fail the Savior and his people, and his mission to spread the faith would end here.

The Khorne Berserkers were too fast; surrounded on both sides, escape seemed impossible.

"Are we going to die?"

Little Brown trembled, clinging to Fran in fear.

"No, we won't."

Fran's expression hardened.

Something deep within him told him this wasn't the end.

Pulling Little Brown into a corner for safety, Fran stepped into the middle of the street, following the guidance of the Redemption Codex.

Chapter 155, Verse 14 of the Codex:

"In the face of insurmountable evil, the most devout believers may beseech the Savior for deliverance. The Savior shall bestow upon them great power to drive out the wicked."

Fran stood tall in the street, closing his eyes and raising his voice in fervent prayer.

Even as the berserkers drew closer, he did not flinch or hide.

The fleeing rebels saw him and thought he had lost his mind, hurrying to distance themselves.

"Great Savior, your devoted servant is surrounded by evil…"

Fran's voice was unwavering.

He believed in his faith, believed that he was the most devout of all.

The Savior would not abandon him!

Even as a berserker loomed over him, he continued praying without hesitation.

"Mr. Fran!"

Little Brown cried out in terror, covering his eyes, unable to watch.

Eden, observing everything through Fran's eyes, was just as tense. He could only hope the prayer ritual would conclude quickly.

Internally, he grumbled:

"Why on earth would you pray in the middle of the street? Are you trying to make yourself an easy target? Just find some cover, finish the prayer, and then blast them!"

He resolved to simplify the ritual when he returned, shortening the prayer to avoid such dangerous delays.

"Let the Savior's power descend!"

As the berserker raised its chainaxe to strike, Fran completed the prayer.

The ritual's completion opened a new channel of connection, and Eden sensed it immediately.

This was his first time exercising this divine authority, and he quickly discovered the cost.

Channeling power across such a vast distance consumed an immense amount of faith energy, with significant losses in the process.

It was essentially an ultra-premium pay-to-win feature.

Eden glanced at the options, each representing a tier of power:

500,000

1,000,000

3,000,000

5,000,000

10,000,000

He dared not look beyond that. He was broke.

With roughly 10 million faith energy remaining, Eden opted for the 3,000,000 tier. This amount could have empowered three individuals, but Fran needed it all.

A surge of divine energy flowed through the channel, descending upon Fran's location.

Boom!

A blinding golden pillar of light struck Fran, its radiance overwhelming.

The golden shockwave scattered dust and debris, forcing the berserker before Fran to stagger back.

Everyone on the battlefield froze, their eyes drawn to the miraculous spectacle.

This was the Savior's gift!

Fran's tears fell as he gazed upward, basking in the energy.

More than the newfound strength, he was moved by the Savior's recognition—he truly was the most devout of believers!

"This effect is way too flashy," Eden muttered, watching the scene. "Feels like half the energy went into the visuals instead of the power. What a waste!"

Fran hovered several meters above the ground as the light formed an angelic image around him—golden wings and a glowing halo.

Soon, the energy settled, and Fran descended.

His muscles swelled slightly, his eyes crackling with golden electricity that coursed across his body like a radiant aura.

"Heretic! Die!"

Fran roared as a berserker charged at him. Fran dodged nimbly and unleashed a bolt of golden psychic lightning that struck the berserker's chest.

Crash!

The berserker was hurled against a metal wall.

Fran extended his hands, intensifying the psychic lightning.

Arghhh!

The berserker howled in agony, pinned against the wall as the golden energy burned its flesh black.

With a final surge, the berserker collapsed, lifeless.

Fran turned to face another berserker and fought fiercely, eventually defeating it as well.

Eden noticed that after dispatching the two berserkers, Fran's strength began to wane.

The power he had bestowed wouldn't last much longer.

Dozens more berserkers roared and charged toward him.

Realizing his limitations, Fran shifted his strategy.

He used his remaining energy to repel the berserkers blocking their escape, ensuring the safety of those fleeing.

"Run!"

With his strength fading, Fran grabbed Little Brown and sprinted toward the hive's underground tunnels.

Guided by psychic intuition, they found an entrance and disappeared into the darkness just as Fran used his final spark of energy to fend off the pursuing berserkers.

Eden's consciousness withdrew from Fran, shifting to observe the other missionary saints.

He wasn't overly concerned about Fran's safety in the tunnels.

After all, navigating tight spaces was practically second nature to the Aeldari.

Once the slaughter subsided, the berserkers were retrieved, and the suppression forces returned to clearing the battlefield.

Yet, something was different this time.

The soldiers couldn't shake the memory of the miraculous event they had just witnessed.

Meanwhile, the survivors who had escaped carried the tale of the Savior's intervention, spreading it across the lower hive and beyond.

This story planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the people.

(End of Chapter)

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