Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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"Ahhh—!"

Ka'Bandha's wails echoed through the sky.

The holy radiance burned like a sun piercing the night, growing ever more intense.

The once dark and oppressive Warp portal was now as bright as day, every inch flooded with golden light.

The daemons—once rampaging horrors—were now trapped within the confined space, unable to escape the divine judgment.

The bloodthirsty cruelty in their eyes vanished, leaving only despair and terror.

Their screams became insignificant in the overwhelming radiance, their twisted forms grotesque under the divine glow.

Even their shadows refused to stay with them.

Their bodies began to disintegrate, turning into wisps of black smoke, fading away along with their souls and the very concepts they embodied.

Nothing remained.

Whoosh—

Within the ultimate radiance, the Warp portal twisted and vanished, as if it had never existed.

The space returned to what it was meant to be.

From Eden's perspective, he saw the Warp portal flash brightly for a moment, then disappear entirely.

He frowned.

"The threat is finally neutralized… but I wonder if the Ash Grenade was enough to kill Ka'Bandha."

When the holy light erupted, he could sense that only half of the eight Bloodletters had been completely erased, while the rest still struggled in agony.

As for Ka'Bandha, he had suffered grievous wounds, his agonized howls echoing.

Whether the lingering damage would be enough to finish off the Exalted Bloodthirster, he had no way of knowing.

...

On the Battlefield.

The remaining daemon horde stared blankly at the vanished Warp portal.

Their Exalted Bloodthirster and commanders had abandoned them.

A wave of unspeakable fear spread through the daemonic ranks.

They realized they now faced the Savior spoken of by the human warriors—

That terrifying man!

Eden's gaze swept across the remaining daemons.

He activated the mechanical enhancements on his golden warplate, drew his power sword, and ignited its flames.

Like a god descending from the heavens, he declared to the warriors:

"In the name of the Emperor, darkness shall be banished, and light shall endure forever!"

With that, Eden led the Thunder Guard into a charge, throwing himself into the daemon horde, unleashing absolute slaughter.

"For the Savior!"

The warriors, their morale surging, launched an all-out assault on the remaining daemons.

These daemons had already lost the will to fight—they were no longer a threat.

Eden cleaved through them, each strike precise and brutal.

To the daemons, he was an unstoppable horror.

"The curse! The curse has come!"

"The Marked One!"

"Blood God, save us!"

Some daemons lost their minds in terror, breaking down before he even reached them, their forms collapsing into nothingness, returning to the Warp.

More and more warriors from the outer battle lines joined the fray, closing the encirclement and slaughtering the daemons.

The invasion of Matira had reached its end.

...

The Warp.

Blood-red clouds churned endlessly.

The shattered land was pockmarked with deep pits, filled with bones, broken armor, and shattered blades.

This was a brutal arena.

Slaves, warriors, and ravenous beasts formed endless lines, pushed forward into the pits.

Inside, they would fight forever, spilling their lifeblood to earn the favor of Khorne, the Blood God.

The blood of the fallen pooled into rivers, feeding into vast crimson lakes, their vapor forming a thick, red mist.

This was the Realm of Khorne.

A hell untouched by the light of any star or sun.

Only the infernal glow of flames and molten rivers provided the slightest illumination.

Here, slaughter was endless, an eternal cycle.

For the daemons dwelling within the Brass Fortress, everything was as it had always been.

After all, no one would dare to intrude upon the Blood God's domain.

But today, that peace was shattered.

Boom!

A miniature sun erupted near the Brass Fortress, bathing the surroundings in holy light.

Khorne's daemons howled in agony, disintegrating into nothingness.

It was as if someone had thrown a flashbang into Khorne's throne room.

The echoes of daemonic wails reached even the depths of the Brass Fortress.

As the light faded, shattered daemon bodies crashed to the ground.

A profound silence fell over the Brass Fortress.

For the first time in a long while, the daemons within felt unease.

They exchanged uncertain glances.

"Was that... the power of the Marked One?"

A long silence followed.

A greater daemon of Khorne finally spoke, his deep voice trembling slightly with fear.

And then, silence once more.

The terrifying being had actually extended his power into the Brass Fortress.

A thought that instilled nothing but dread.

...

Upon the Brass Throne.

A colossal shadow of blood quivered, its violent energy spilling out, distorting the very space and power within the realm.

The gathered daemons bowed their heads, not daring to utter another word, lest they incur Khorne's wrath.

Khorne's fury burned within.

The Marked One had dared to extend his reach into His domain.

Even a minor incursion was unforgivable!

At the same time, the other Chaos Gods turned their gazes toward Khorne's domain.

The Marked One's movements had long been a subject of divine scrutiny.

Now, his power manifesting within the Blood God's domain had drawn their attention.

But before their probing gazes could linger, a colossal axe of blood materialized, cleaving through them in a single stroke.

Khorne severed all eyes upon his domain, issuing a clear warning.

He would not allow the disgrace that had unfolded here to be witnessed by the other Gods.

...

Outside the Brass Fortress.

"The Marked One!"

Ka'Bandha awoke with a violent start.

His massive body, battered and broken, twitched as pain flooded his senses.

His wings were gone, his horns shattered, his flesh riddled with searing burns.

Even his soul had been weakened to an extreme degree.

The Marked One's power still lingered within him, burning ceaselessly, causing unimaginable agony.

Even here, within Khorne's domain, where slaughter energies flowed ceaselessly, his body remained too damaged to mend itself.

At least, the overwhelming power of bloodshed had saved his life.

Ka'Bandha knew one thing for certain:

Had he not returned in time, he would have been erased just like his legions.

Suddenly, he felt the Blood God's summons.

Gritting his fangs, he forced himself upright, dragging his ruined body toward the Brass Fortress.

To stand before the Great Blood God.

Ka'Bandha's mind was clouded with exhaustion and fear.

He had failed.

He had marched forth with pride, sounding the warhorns of Khorne, only to be crushed the moment he arrived.

Not even when he had faced Sanguinius had he suffered such a devastating defeat.

Ka'Bandha had long served Khorne, rising from a lowly sixth-tier daemon to the Exalted Bloodthirster he was today. He had carved a bloody path, amassing countless glories in Khorne's name.

He understood the Blood God's temperament well.

Khorne despised cowards.

He relished punishing the weak with the most brutal torments.

Among Khorne's daemons, Ka'Bandha had always been one of the more cautious.

He was no mindless butcher; he knew that strategic patience often led to greater slaughter than blind rage.

A temporary failure could always be atoned for with more blood in the future.

But this time, his failure was absolute.

This was a humiliating, unprecedented defeat.

He had been broken by the energy summoned by the Savior, and his entire army had been annihilated on some insignificant, unknown world.

And worst of all…

He had abandoned his warriors.

Fled.

Without honor. Without dignity.

Khorne would never forgive him.

Ka'Bandha's mind churned with fear as he dragged his ruined form into the grand hall beneath the Brass Throne.

The moment he entered, he felt it.

The Blood God's fury.

It was like a volcanic eruption, burning and unstoppable!

Ka'Bandha's heart sank.

The Blood God was enraged.

His disgraceful failure would not go unpunished.

Khorne might drag him to the peak of the Brass Fortress, flay him alive, and hang his ruined body upon the high walls.

A grim lesson to all daemons:

That Ka'Bandha was nothing but a coward, a shameful deserter.

What now?

Ka'Bandha could already see it happening.

Angron's mocking words.

The laughter of the gathered daemons, each word a dagger, each glance a wound upon his pride.

Even the lowliest of daemons would spit upon him.

Every gesture, every insult would become his eternal shame, a nightmare he could never escape.

Such disgrace was worse than death.

It would have been better to die under the Marked One's light.

The Marked One…?

A stray thought flickered through his broken mind.

He lifted his gaze towards the gathered daemons.

For the first time, he noticed something hidden in their eyes.

A trace of… fear?

Then it hit him.

They weren't staring at him.

They were staring at the lingering energy within him—the Marked One's power, still burning inside his flesh.

To them, he was tainted.

A walking contamination.

No wonder they had avoided him the entire way here.

Even among Khorne's daemons, fear was evident.

Perhaps… his failure wasn't so humiliating after all?

A new thought crept into his mind.

He had faced the Marked One directly.

Even if it was just His energy, he had endured it.

Ka'Bandha's anxiety evaporated.

His chest straightened.

(End of Chapter)

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