Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 197 - 198: Something Feels Off!

Eden felt something was wrong, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why.

As a psyker, he occasionally experienced strange premonitions.

Sometimes they were accurate. Other times... not so much.

It was all very mysterious.

Psykers were deeply connected to the Warp, able to sense many changes unseen by ordinary mortals.

Some, blessed—or cursed—with unnatural gifts, could even foresee the future through visions.

Eden himself occasionally experienced such visions in his sleep.

Most of them were... intense.

Like Slaanesh daemons engaging in some depraved orgy of excess.

And every now and then, that pink silhouette would appear, doing something... unsettling.

Truly stimulating.

This was, unfortunately, normal.

As an Imperial Governor, being harassed by strange things was part of the job.

As long as his faith remained firm, he could resist.

If not—well, he'd end up like Harris.

And let's not forget—Eden was technically a Slaanesh worshipper.

With his status, he was at least a chosen of Chaos.

The only reason he hadn't been dragged into unspeakable horrors was because his soul remained anchored in the Golden Light of the Emperor.

But even that wasn't an absolute safeguard.

If Slaanesh ever caught him slipping—he'd become the plaything of the Dark Prince.

Not that he was too worried.

As long as it was just dreams, he could treat them like free entertainment.

Still, Eden pondered—what did this premonition mean?

Was it that pink-androgynous-trap-thing trying to get him?

No, that didn't make sense.

If Slaanesh really wanted him, the Emperor would step in.

The problem had to be on this planet.

Something felt... off.

Without hesitation, Eden contacted High Inquisitor Deville aboard the Dreamweaver, ordering him to lead the Inquisition's forces to investigate.

Something dangerous was lurking.

The Inquisition currently had several dozen gene-enhanced Space Marines under its command, and Deville himself had undergone Thunder Warrior augmentations, making him nearly as powerful as an Adeptus Custodes.

For extra security, Eden assigned half of the Thunder Guards to assist with the investigation.

Only after issuing these precautions did he feel somewhat reassured.

Eden walked to the Grand Hall's balcony, overlooking the distant battlefield.

He turned to Tako, the Minister of War.

"How's the occupation progressing?"

Tako quickly scanned his data-slate, summarizing the battle reports.

"The Royal District and about one-third of Upper Hive's key zones are under our control.

Storm Legion forces are still pushing through the remaining sectors.

As for Lower Hive, our troops haven't entered yet..."

Eden nodded.

This was already rapid progress.

After all, this massive hive city covered half a continent, towering dozens of kilometers high.

Its true size was immeasurable.

This single hive housed nearly ten billion people—far exceeding the entire population of Urth.

And that was only the official count.

The Lower Hive and Underhive were filled with unregistered refugees, forgotten settlements, and those who had slipped through the system.

The actual population was far greater.

Harris had once controlled a standing army of nearly a billion troops, but even with such numbers, he had ruled only through brutal repression.

He barely held onto Upper Hive and the main Lower Hive zones.

The deeper levels? Lawless.

Had it not been for Harris's cruelty, the people's desperation for liberation, and Eden's long-prepared Savior cult, his 1.5 million soldiers from Urth would have stood no chance of conquering this world.

No matter how powerful his forces were, in a chaotic, collapsed system, they would have been swallowed like a drop in the ocean.

But now—

Those guerrilla rebels? They were his people.

Years of suffering and faith had forged them into loyal followers of the Savior.

Eden's gaze shifted.

A squadron of Thunderstrike Bombers roared toward the last anti-air fortress in Upper Hive.

Their approach was covered by countermeasure flares, allowing them to get within range.

Boom—

A wave of cluster bombs detonated mid-air, scattering hundreds of smaller munitions.

The anti-air defense was obliterated.

Tako reported immediately.

"Savior, the last anti-air zone in Upper Hive has been destroyed.

The Dreamweaver can now descend."

Eden looked up.

A golden, palace-like warship emerged over the hive city.

The Dreamweaver.

Up until now, only elite troops had participated in battle, focusing on securing the Royal District and key Upper Hive locations.

Now that air defenses were eliminated, the full force of the invasion could begin.

Transport ships launched from the warship's belly, flooding the sky.

Hundreds of these massive carriers, each hundreds of meters long, began descending.

These ships carried:

Over 10 million Storm Legion troops.

Hundreds of thousands of government officials.

Tens of thousands of Tech-Priests and apprentices.

Tens of thousands of Ecclesiarchy priests.

Eden had essentially moved half of the Imperial Court to this planet.

These people would help him establish control over the sector's capital and gradually expand his rule across the entire sector.

It was a long process.

Which meant—he was staying here for a long time.

As the transports descended, the hive city's broadcast systems activated.

The image of the Savior filled every screen, echoing across the hive cities.

Lower Hive – Central Administration District

This was the heart of the repression forces.

It served as both a military command center and the residence of high-ranking officials.

More importantly, it housed countless torture chambers and prisons.

Every execution order, every purge directive, had originated from here.

For decades, this place had been a nightmare for the people.

Even without rebellion, the officials invented excuses to kill civilians just to appease Harris.

Simply to prove their loyalty.

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Even their bad moods could lead to mass executions.

A simple signature on a list—another massacre.

This was hell for the people.

But now, with the Savior's arrival, the rage of the oppressed exploded.

They would burn this hell to the ground.

Saint Fran and Warlord Brown led the rebels in an all-out assault.

The repression forces fell back under the furious offensive.

Soon, the rebels stormed Central Avenue—

And froze.

Towering dozens of meters high, a massive hologram of Tyrant Harris loomed over them.

His image glared down, staring into their souls.

This was the city's iconic display.

The hologram's speakers crackled to life, repeating his iron-fisted decrees:

"Defying your ruler is treason—unforgivable!"

"Slaughter is the foundation of order!"

"There is no betrayal!"

For decades, this terrifying image had been burned into the minds of the people.

Now, faced with it once more, the rebels wavered.

Some shook in fear.

Morale plummeted.

Worse—

From the surrounding buildings, dozens of armored tanks suddenly burst out—encircling them.

Fran and Brown exchanged glances.

Shit.

They walked into a trap.

(End of Chapter)

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