Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

As the relentless advance of the Heavy Armored Genestealers units continued, the Khorne cult's High Priest remained unfazed. Compared to the small fry outside, he had far more pressing matters to attend to.

"Fight, warriors of the Blood God!"

Inside the grand tent, under the High Priest's watchful gaze, two Blood God champions engaged in a sacred duel.

Determined to the death, the combatants clashed with ferocity, scattering flesh and blood.

Only one would emerge victorious.

Thud!

A battle axe split through a skull.

The champion wielding a greatsword fell, defeated.

The challenger, wielding the axe, stood victorious, having secured his place as the High Priest's first champion.

"Warrior, you have earned my favor…"

The High Priest, showing no pity for the fallen, regarded the victor with admiration.

With a swing of his blade, he severed the defeated champion's head and impaled it on the victor's spiked armor—a symbol of his triumph.

Such was the rule of the Khorne cult: endless slaughter and duels to secure status.

There was no escaping a challenge. You either defended your honor or became a corpse.

Victory promised everything. Defeat left only death.

But victory clouded the axe champion's judgment.

In a fit of hubris, he roared and swung his weapon at the High Priest's head when the latter turned his back.

The Priest, sensing the attack, narrowly dodged, causing the axe to embed deeply into his shoulder instead.

"You dare to strike me from behind?"

The High Priest turned swiftly, grabbing the champion by the throat.

"This is the act of a coward. You are a disgrace to us all!"

With a sickening crunch, he snapped the champion's neck, tearing his head clean off and mounting it on his own spiked armor.

Blood gushed from his wound, but within moments it healed completely—a testament to the Blood God's blessing.

As the cult's leader, his combat prowess was unquestionable.

The sharp sound of a horn interrupted the scene.

The warriors inside the tent stiffened.

The horn signaled that the enemy had reached the core of their territory.

"Fools! How could they let those insignificant Genestealers creatures invade this far?"

Furious, the High Priest grabbed his massive sword and addressed his warriors:

"Warriors of the Blood God, follow me to slaughter!"

The identity of the intruders mattered little. To the Priest, it was simply an opportunity to claim more skulls for his armor.

Throwing open the tent's heavy flaps, he froze in place.

His confidence evaporated.

Everywhere he looked—on the streets, rooftops, and surrounding structures—stood waves of Heavy Armored Genestealers units, armed to the teeth.

They stared back at him in silence.

Despite the ongoing battles elsewhere, the Genestealers units had converged here with pinpoint precision, guided by meticulous commands.

Dozens of kilometers away, Eden watched the scene unfold on a monitor, nodding with satisfaction.

"Bow before the master of micromanagement!"

With overwhelming numbers on his side, Eden had no need to take personal risks. His loyal forces were more than enough to overwhelm any resistance.

For the strongest enemies, sheer numbers were sufficient to drown them.

Encircled by 500,000 Heavy Armored Genestealers units, the High Priest and his core members were trapped.

Even flight or tunneling would avail them nothing, as jet-propelled and tunneling Genestealers units awaited their escape attempts.

The sheer dominance of this strategy was intoxicating.

The High Priest and his followers stood frozen, unsure of how to respond.

"Cowardly Genestealers! How dare you ambush us!"

The High Priest brandished his massive sword and prepared to fight.

"We will never surrender! Warriors of the Blood God, charge to your deaths—blood for the Blo—"

"Ahem."

A voice boomed through the speakers on the Genestealers units, interrupting the Priest mid-chant.

"Times have changed," Eden's voice declared, his words resonating as if spoken by countless mouths at once.

And then, the final order was issued:

"Kill them all."

The Khorne cult had caused the deaths of billions. Against such vile chaos worshippers, Eden chose the simplest solution: annihilation.

At his command, the Genestealers units charged without hesitation, engulfing the Priest and his followers in a tide of destruction.

Even with the blessings of the Blood God, the cultists were ultimately just flesh and blood.

Though they managed to kill thousands of Genestealers units, they were eventually torn to shreds by the relentless assault.

With the cult's leadership eliminated, Eden ordered his forces to spread out and eradicate the remaining enemies across the territory.

After ten grueling days of cleanup, the Khorne cult was completely wiped out.

This marked the final enemy faction within the hive city.

With the cult dealt with, Eden directed his Genestealers units to purge the underhive of mutated creatures and hidden threats, leaving the area spotless.

The entire underhive was now under Eden's control.

This meant the entire hive city was his.

As for the bottommost layers of the hive, Eden dismissed them as a dumping ground for the city's waste—sealed off and forgotten.

Future plans could address that if necessary.

In the following weeks, Eden remained in the underhive, restoring order and productivity.

The underhive was soon integrated into the administrative system of the central spire.

Of the population, only 700 million humans had survived. The remaining billions had perished in the chaos.

Without the Genestealers units, few would have made it through.

At the church's temporary headquarters, Eden contemplated the fate of the hybrids.

For centuries, the Genestealers had thrived in the underhive, finally revealing themselves with the arrival of the Great Rift.

Now, millions of their descendants inhabited the underhive. While human-like in appearance, they were far from human.

Eden's advisors debated their fate.

Bayev proposed their extermination to preserve humanity's purity.

Bishop Doni countered, arguing for their isolation but acknowledging their unwavering loyalty to the Emperor—more loyal than most humans.

Eden made his decision.

The hybrids would be separated from the pure Genestealers units and allowed to live.

However, their mental conditioning would remain. Knowing the truth would likely drive them to madness and death.

Eden named these hybrids Eredars.

While indistinguishable from humans in appearance, their slightly pronounced cranial ridges set them apart.

Designated as a sub-human species, Eredars were prohibited from interbreeding with humans.

Devoted to the Emperor, they were his most loyal and fearless servants, willing to give everything, even their lives, for him.

In reality, the "Emperor" they worshipped was none other than Eden himself, disguised by their faith.

Their belief and devotion fed directly into Eden's strength.

The Eredars were settled in isolated enclaves, kept separate from human populations.

In time, they would expand to other worlds infested by Genestelares, absorbing other hybrids and growing their numbers.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the reclaimed underhive, an 80-meter statue of the Emperor was erected in the church square.

This monument marked the church's largest outpost in the underhive.

A grand ceremony celebrated the underhive's return to order, reminding the citizens of their true ruler.

With the underhive secured, Eden turned his attention to the remaining three hive cities.

As vital industrial centers, their reclamation was paramount.

Eden issued his orders: all three hives were to be fully reclaimed by the end of the month.

With overwhelming forces at his disposal, it was only a matter of time.

Eden could hardly wait to reestablish dominion over the entirety of Urth.

(End of Chapter)

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