Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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A gentle breeze fluttered through the sheer curtains on the balcony.

Eden pulled the curtain aside and stepped onto the balcony, greeted by a lush green vista.

The urban greening project for the hive city was nearing completion.

The greenery coverage of the King's Court area had reached approximately 50%, and near the Spire Estate, it was closer to 90%.

The area now resembled a verdant garden, teeming with life and vitality.

Breathing in the fresh air, Eden watched colorful butterflies flit among the flowers and listened to the melodic chirping of birds.

However, this idyllic scene was marred by a touch of discord.

Eden's keen eyes picked up on the distant commotion of mobilizing troops. War machines advanced, making the hive city above buzz with activity.

Massive Sentinels, armored tanks, self-propelled artillery, and missile launchers were all moving toward the space elevator.

Accompanying them were fully armed Tempestus Scions clad in their signature gray-silver power armor, exuding an intimidating presence.

Eden could also spot Thunderhawk transports ferrying Astartes toward the space elevator.

This was likely the last major use of the current space elevator.

After this war, the elevator would be repurposed as an exclusive link to the Spire Estate, and larger elevators would be constructed throughout the hive city to handle even greater transportation demands.

"After more than a decade of planetary development, the time has come to test our strength in war. Let's hope the results are favorable," Eden muttered.

While he didn't relish war, in the Inferno Galaxy, civilizations without the means to wage war were doomed to extinction.

Even if one chose peace and steady growth, war could still arrive unbidden, threatening to obliterate an entire civilization.

After taking in the scene, Eden returned to his bedroom.

An important meeting awaited him.

With the help of Linda, his head maid, Eden changed into a silver-white ceremonial robe embroidered with subtle golden patterns. The attire exuded both nobility and a faint sense of divine authority.

Afterward, he joined Shahim and Miliah for breakfast in the dining room.

"Uncle Eden!"

Miliah greeted him with a bright, innocent smile, radiating youthful energy like a freshly bloomed flower in spring.

Ten years had passed since she was a frail, pitiable little girl. Now, she had grown into a lively, radiant young woman.

"Uncle Eden…"

Shahim greeted him as well. The boy had grown into a sturdy young man, standing about 1.8 meters tall, his military uniform neatly pressed.

Years of intense training had left scars on his body, a testament to his dedication.

He gazed at Eden expectantly, as though waiting for permission to speak.

Eden sat at the table and gestured for the siblings to join him.

He enjoyed their company.

Since becoming the Savior, there were few people with whom Eden could share such close bonds.

As his divine essence grew stronger with the influx of faith, he sometimes felt his humanity slowly diminishing.

This was not a good sign.

Eden actively sought to preserve his humanity by maintaining a normal lifestyle and nurturing personal connections.

Taking a sip of fruit juice, Eden looked warmly at Shahim.

"I know what you want to ask. I approve your request. This time, you'll join Admiral Kaes as his assistant during the operation."

Shahim's face lit up with excitement. "Thank you, Uncle Eden!"

Having studied at the Loyalist Academy for nearly a decade, Shahim finally had the chance to step onto a real battlefield.

As an aide to Admiral Kaes, the commander of the navy's fleet, he was sure to learn a great deal.

Eden had always planned for Shahim to gain practical experience.

In three years, Shahim, as the heir to the Govendi family, would officially come of age and take on the role of a free trader.

At that point, he would lead a fleet on exploratory and trade missions across the galaxy.

After breakfast, Eden took Shahim to the council chamber for an important pre-war meeting.

The chamber, filled with the King's Court's inner circle, was abuzz with activity.

As Eden entered, everyone stood and placed their hands over their hearts in salute.

"Savior!"

Eden took his seat at the head of the table, and the others followed suit.

His gaze swept over the ancient granite table, where officials sat divided between those handling civil affairs and those managing military operations.

To his left were the heads of civil departments, led by Bayev, the Minister of Internal Affairs.

Next to him were Bishop Doni of the state religion, Kaul and Moss from the Adeptus Mechanicus, Deville from the Inquisition, Baruch from the Loyalist Academy, and Popov from logistics.

Deville had changed significantly, now clad in gray-white power armor overlaid with the Inquisition's crimson robes. His physique had grown larger and more imposing after successfully undergoing the Thunder Warriors' enhancements.

To Eden's right were the military leaders, headed by Thunder Guard Commander Carter.

Next to him were Void Angels Chapter Master Duke, War Angels Chapter Master Prue, Fleet Admiral Kaes, Storm Corps Commander Arie, and Free Trader Shahim.

Arie, too, had undergone a remarkable transformation. After receiving blessings, his physique was nearly as robust as an Astartes. His crimson cybernetic eyes and mechanical claw arm gave him a resemblance to a legendary figure of the Imperium.

The meeting began, and Eden listened to detailed reports from the various department heads.

Afterward, the focus shifted to the assembled forces for the upcoming campaign.

High-End Forces:

Thunder Guard: 100 troops

Void Angels: 300 Astartes

War Angels: 600 Astartes

Battle Sisters: 2,000

Elite Forces:

Navy squadrons with nearly 2,000 aircraft, including fighters, bombers, and transport ships.

Storm Corps, comprising three elite armies equipped with tanks, Sentinels, artillery, and advanced drones.

The Storm Corps, led by Arye, had undergone significant restructuring. Each of its ten armies now numbered five million troops, with the first three being the elite core.

These forces were organized into brigade-level combat units, each equipped for modern, integrated warfare.

By the end of the meeting, tasks had been delegated, and preparations were underway.

Eden, surrounded by the Thunder Guard, headed to the spaceport, where the fully upgraded Dreamweaver awaited.

This ancient Golden Age battleship, now resembling a golden palace, had undergone numerous modifications. Its massive hull, nearly 10 kilometers long, dwarfed most Imperial battleships.

The ship's expanded troop compartments could accommodate entire armies, while its firepower was nearly unparalleled in the galaxy.

As tanks, Sentinels, and other equipment poured into the troop bays like ants, Eden boarded the Dreamweaver and headed to his private quarters.

Lying back on his couch with a cold drink, he activated the Hive Network to send a message to Saint Fran:

"Activate the psychic navigation beacon. It's time to set out."

With the Dreamweaver fully loaded, the massive ship closed its bays and slowly departed the spaceport, gleaming under the sunlight.

The first campaign had begun.

(End of Chapter)

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