Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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Inside the King's Court

Upon the Throne of Machinery, Tyrant Harries sat motionless, his heart gripped by fear and fury as the sounds of distant cannon fire roared outside the great hall.

The enemy was closing in.

His life was now in imminent danger.

Though he had dispatched his Bloodthirst Warriors to engage the enemy, and his personal guard of mutant berserkers still surrounded him, he felt no sense of security.

His body, ravaged by old wounds, was far too feeble.

He couldn't even stand to flee.

He… was too weak…

In his daze, the image of a massive, blood-red figure loomed over him once more.

Whispered horrors slithered into his ears.

The demons chanted:

"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Harries understood their meaning.

If he wished to obtain power, he had to offer slaughter and devotion to that terrifying entity.

These visions had haunted him for years.

But he had never succumbed.

He was a sovereign—he refused to disgrace himself by kneeling to a dark god.

Harries clenched his fists, suppressing his emotions as he lowered his gaze.

Below him, trembling servants and officials cowered, their eyes filled with dread.

"I did nothing wrong.

If not for me, this planet would have fallen long ago.

It was the Emperor's will.

Everything I did was for Matira—for you all!

But you never understood me.

I thought I could control this power, but that was only an illusion.

I admit my failure—Chaos has bested me.

Do not blame me… I only wanted to survive."

Hiss—

As per its programmed schedule, the mechanical pumps activated, injecting potent sedatives into the flesh mound that was once his body.

But the very next second—

Rip!

A mechanical claw tore the sedation tubes apart, spilling blue fluid onto the cold metal floor.

Harries lifted his head, his eyes burning with a crimson glow, his expression twisted with violent rage.

He had made his decision.

No more resistance.

He would embrace the power of Chaos.

Only through submission could he gain true strength and escape death.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

The servants and officials shrieked in terror, scrambling to escape.

But it was too late.

The great gemstone doors slammed shut.

Moments later, the sound of mechanical blades tearing through flesh echoed throughout the grand hall.

Screams reverberated as blood splattered against the walls.

A blood sacrifice had begun.

Outside the Grand Hall

The Bloodthirst Warriors, following Harries' command, charged into battle.

These warriors, long corrupted by Chaos, had lost all semblance of reason.

They butchered anything in their path.

Even their own allies.

"What are you doing?!"

"You damned monsters!"

"Kill them! Now!"

The first victims were the King's Court Guards.

Their retreat path was directly in the Bloodthirst Warriors' line of attack.

The guards raised their boltguns, unleashing volleys at the berserkers—

But their shots barely fazed them.

"Blood for the Blood God!"

The wounded berserkers only grew fiercer, tearing through the guards with unmatched brutality.

By the time they passed, only scattered limbs remained.

Watching this unfold, Eden frowned deeply.

These berserkers were nearly on par with Astartes—

And they outnumbered them significantly.

Fortunately, he had prepared for this.

The War Angels switched to their specialized green tranquilizer rounds, forming tight assault formations in preparation for combat.

Stepping to the front, Eden activated his power armor's effects—

A golden crown of flame and radiant wings of fire appeared behind him.

He drew his power sword, igniting it with holy flame.

"Advance!"

BOOM—

At that moment, a stray round struck the towering monument of King Harries, causing the massive statue to collapse in a cloud of dust.

With a deafening crash, the battle erupted.

The War Angels, positioned in the rear, raised their boltguns in perfect synchronization, unleashing rapid volleys of green tranquilizer rounds.

Their fire rate was astonishing—

Each shot expertly placed.

The moment the rounds struck their targets, green mist exploded, seeping into the berserkers' flesh.

The high-concentration sedatives and illusion-inducing neurotoxins worked immediately—

Filling the warriors with warmth and serenity.

Within seconds, their minds were flooded with comforting hallucinations:

A mother's embrace.

A lover's kiss.

A child's laughter.

Or…

An endless wave of adorable, fluffy creatures.

"Meow, meow, meow~"

…???

The berserkers' charge faltered, their roars losing strength.

Their combat effectiveness plummeted.

Before they could shake off the hallucinations, the Void Angels struck—

Spears raised high, they crashed into the enemy lines.

"For the Emperor!"

Duke led nearly three hundred Void Angels into the fray.

The battle was a maelstrom of carnage.

The blood of berserkers drenched the Void Angels, fueling their unyielding fury.

For a moment, it was difficult to tell who truly followed Khorne.

Blue-white psychic lightning crackled.

Powerful psionic bolts burned through the berserkers, reducing them to charred husks.

Pru led his squad of psionically gifted War Angels, cleaving through enemies with chainswords while unleashing destructive sorceries.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Guardians moved in precise formations—

Half clearing a path forward, the other half shielding Eden as they carved a route toward the Grand Hall.

As they advanced, the enemy forces thinned.

The Void Angels and War Angels split into squads, sweeping through pockets of berserkers.

Eden and his Thunder Guardians pushed straight into the Grand Hall.

BANG!

Carter kicked open the gemstone gates, shattering them to pieces.

The moment the doors broke—

A gust of blood-soaked wind surged forth.

"Ugh—should've worn my helmet…"

Eden's face remained stoic, but internally, he was screaming.

He had not put on his helmet.

Now, the overwhelming stench of blood and rot flooded his senses.

His enhanced physiology adapted quickly, but the experience was far from pleasant.

Stepping into the hall, Eden inhaled sharply.

It was ruined.

Chaos had completely defiled this place.

The once ornate gemstone palace now resembled a hellish nightmare.

The walls were smeared with blasphemous daemon runes.

Flesh-like growths wrapped around the pillars.

The floor was littered with corpses—

Bodies torn apart in gruesome displays.

Skulls were stacked into mountains.

Blood flowed like rivers.

Eden turned his gaze toward the Throne of Machinery.

A pulsating mass of crimson flesh writhed upon it, emitting deep, guttural breaths.

A violent presence radiated outward.

"Savior… you have finally arrived."

Harries lifted his head.

A single crimson horn jutted from his forehead.

His face was covered in tiny red scales.

A cruel grin revealed razor-sharp fangs.

He had embraced Khorne's gift—his soul had fallen to Chaos.

Years of accumulated slaughter and the Blood God's blessings had transformed him into a true daemon of carnage.

He no longer feared death.

Instead, he lusted for battle.

"ROOOAAAR!!!"

Harries howled, unleashing a wave of bloodthirsty energy.

A crimson storm raged through the hall.

Even the Thunder Guardians hesitated, taking a step back.

But they quickly recovered, standing their ground.

Eden strode forward, unfazed.

Harries leaned forward, resting his clawed hand against his chin.

Finally, he sneered.

"Savior… I know you want to kill me."

He pointed at the shadows.

"But first… you must prove yourself."

From the darkness, dozens of Blood Berserkers emerged.

Each nearly three meters tall, radiating immense bloodlust.

Eden sighed.

Typical Khorne.

A duel isn't enough—

You have to fight for the right to duel.

Harries sneered.

"You are too weak. Defeat them… and then, I will grant you the honor of facing me."

Eden narrowed his eyes.

This bastard was acting awfully arrogant…

Was it just Khorne's "blessings"…?

Looking at Harries' smug face, Eden suddenly had the urge to fire his Holy Cremation Warhead straight into it.

(End of Chapter)

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