Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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Sigh… this is what happens when you fall to Chaos…

Standing before the massive, grotesque crimson flesh mound, Eden couldn't help but feel a tinge of lament.

His mind recalled memories of this Sector Governor.

More than a decade ago, when he followed the former governor to Matira, he had seen the world in its prime.

At that time, Matira was prosperous and thriving, the very heart of the Goli Sector, the largest trade hub of the region.

Their visit had been for a grand banquet—a lavish celebration lasting for weeks, attended by nearly every noble in the sector.

The feast took place aboard a colossal airship, several kilometers in length, where aristocrats, adorned in extravagant attire, indulged in the galaxy's most luxurious and rare delicacies, while discussing interplanetary trade agreements.

It was there that he first met Harris.

A steadfast and ambitious ruler, standing tall and imposing, reminiscent of a majestic lion.

It had to be said—under Harris's rule, Matira and the Goli Sector did enjoy a brief golden age.

Yet, in just a few decades, he had succumbed to Chaos.

Now, all that remained was this foul, rotting, corrupted heap of crimson flesh, nearly dragging Matira—and the entire sector—into an eternal abyss.

Of course, it wasn't entirely his fault.

The Great Rift had plunged countless planets and even entire sectors into ruin.

Even if someone else had been in charge, the outcome wouldn't have been much better—perhaps even worse.

Take Urth, for example.

If Eden hadn't arrived—with his little sun-like power-up and the golden lifeline of the God-Emperor—Urth would have long since fallen to Chaos and xenos corruption.

The planet's human population would likely be extinct, leaving only daemons and Tyranids locked in an eternal bloodbath.

Eden sighed.

"Burn it."

For abominations born of Chaos, the safest approach was purging them with extreme heat.

To ensure it doesn't suddenly come back to life.

Below the Mechanical Throne, the fight raged on.

All Thunder Guards—except for Carter—had descended to reinforce the battlefield.

The remaining Khorne Berserkers were already doomed.

Meanwhile, two War Angels, responsible for tactical support, received the command and rushed toward the throne.

Equipped with MK-Mod "Heretic" flamers, these weapons—designed for Space Marines—unleashed high-volatility liquid chemical fire that adhered to its target, burning at extreme temperatures.

Capable of incinerating any carbon-based lifeform.

Just as the War Angels approached the throne—

Something went horribly wrong.

BZZZZT—

The Mechanical Throne roared to life, its force field reactivating.

The two War Angels were repelled by the sheer force, sent flying backward.

Carter reacted swiftly, slamming his chainsword into the ground to stabilize himself, barely managing to resist the repulsion.

Yet—Eden remained unaffected.

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

A heartbeat.

A sinister red glow pulsed from within the flesh mound.

Eden's eyes widened.

"Oh, come on—resurrecting this fast? That's just ridiculous!"

Through the layers of grotesque flesh, he clearly saw a massive blood sphere pulsating—rapidly expanding.

SCHLORP—

Suddenly—a pair of sharp, demonic horns pierced through the sphere.

From within, a towering, monstrous daemon emerged!

Its face was twisted and hideous, exhaling scalding embers with every breath.

Its body was covered in tiny, shuddering scales, and as it straightened, an enormous pair of wings unfolded.

An overwhelming aura of menace swept across the throne room.

"DAEMON! BEWARE!"

Carter reacted instantly, roaring as he swung his chainsword in a mighty arc.

But—the daemon was faster.

It deflected the chainsword with a clawed hand, then kicked Carter straight in the chest.

BOOM—

The sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air.

CRASH!

Carter was blasted through the hall's far wall, sent flying out of the throne room.

"HISS—"

Eden sucked in a sharp breath.

Fortunately, Carter was still alive, though he had spat blood and broken several ribs.

…Nothing new for him.

Honestly, he often ended up like this during training.

The four-meter-tall daemon bared its fangs, its blood-red aura surging.

"POWER! UNMATCHED POWER!"

The voice was Harris's.

He had fully transformed into a daemon.

Over the past decades, he had slaughtered billions.

With Khorne's blessings, all that bloodshed had strengthened him, turning him into a nightmarish berserker of destruction.

Yet—something felt off.

Despite his ascension, Harris could not feel the Blood God's gaze upon him.

Not even now.

But he refused to believe it.

"Once I slaughter this entire sector… I'll become a Greater Daemon!

I will be granted an audience at the Brass Citadel!"

Harris stepped forward, towering over Eden, flashing a cruel grin.

"Savior, did you really think I let you reach me by accident?

I wanted you here—so I could crush you with my own hands.

It'd be a pain to chase down a cowardly little rat."

Eden instinctively leaned back, fanning his hand in front of his face.

"Damn it, could you stop spitting embers in my face?"

Then, he smiled warmly.

"Have you ever considered… that I predicted your prediction?"

Harris scowled.

"What are you talking about?"

Eden's grin widened.

"Actually, I was more worried that you would run away."

That's why he had followed Carter and the others up here—to prepare for any unexpected developments.

By keeping his eyes locked onto the throne, he had ensured that Harris couldn't escape.

A daemonized Harris on the run would have been a logistical nightmare.

Eden cracked his knuckles.

"I haven't had a proper fight in over a decade. So… if you're really as strong as you say, then don't run."

Harris roared, raising both fists to crush Eden into pulp.

"Arrogant fool! You're weaker than your own warriors!"

But—in the very next moment—

He froze.

Because he felt it.

The energy within Eden surged violently.

Eden had always suppressed his divine power, limiting the influence of his miniature sun.

This prevented its godly nature from affecting his mind, while also conserving his Faith Energy.

Yet—his body had never stopped growing stronger.

Like an expanding vessel, always increasing its capacity.

Now, the seals were released.

A torrent of divine energy flooded his being.

Golden light burst from his eyes.

Lightning crackled across his skin, scorching the blood-stained floor.

10 million units of Hope Energy burned away in an instant.

Eden: "Normal Mode—Activated!"

Although not yet at Primarch or Greater Daemon levels, it was more than enough to deal with Harris.

Harris recovered—roaring as he slammed his fists down.

BOOM—

Eden blocked the blow, his feet denting the steel beneath him.

Then—his golden fist crackled with divine lightning.

"GOLDEN FIST!"

CRACK—

Harris's jaw twisted, blackened by the searing force.

The battle had begun.

(End of Chapter)

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