Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 213 - 214: Tzeentch: So Tired, I Just Can’t Anymore~

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A brilliant flash of light suddenly burst forth.

The golden sun’s surge of energy shot out like a psychic flashbang, blinding the Chaos Gods in an instant.

Realizing the danger, the Chaos Gods quickly dispersed their manifestations, vanishing from the region.

Before long, the vast emptiness of space was left with only the golden sun and the small sun.

"Phew~ Those terrifying beings are finally gone..."

Within the small sun, Eden let out a quiet sigh of relief. That was close, but he had made it through unscathed.

Moments later, a psychic message came from the golden sun of the God-Emperor, radiating a calm and gentle tone.

Its meaning was clear:

You’re safe now. Tzeentch has suffered significant damage and won’t be able to act for some time. If anything like this happens again, just come to me.

...Why did it feel like the God-Emperor was raring for another fight? Did he not get enough action?

As Eden pondered this, he controlled the small sun and sent a psychic message back, expressing his gratitude to the Emperor.

He could feel that the energy of the golden sun had become much clearer and more serene than before—no longer as oppressive and overwhelming.

After this battle, the God-Emperor’s condition had visibly improved.

It was obvious that he was eager to directly clash with the Four Chaos Gods. This time, Tzeentch had practically delivered himself on a silver platter, giving the Emperor the perfect opportunity to vent.

Eden could easily guess why the Emperor had unleashed such an overwhelming assault, expending energy as if it were limitless.

It wasn’t just about revenge—it was a way to relieve pressure.

To ease the torment brought by the overwhelming faith that constantly weighed upon him.

As the tide of faith surged stronger, Eden, too, began to experience its side effects.

That faith was constantly restricting him, eroding his humanity.

He wasn’t sure—if his humanity were completely consumed by faith, would he still retain his original consciousness?

Or would he become something... else?

The God-Emperor had been resisting this very transformation, battling against the faith threatening to devour him.

This was one of the reasons he didn’t want to be called a "god."

He refused to become a true deity.

The consequences would be unpredictable.

For some time now, Eden had faintly noticed that the energy within the golden sun was steadily increasing.

It was approaching its limit.

He dared not imagine—what would happen if the Emperor’s faith-based power crossed the threshold?

Would he ascend to godhood, grind the Four Chaos Gods into dust, continue protecting humanity, and lead them to dominate the galaxy?

Or would the Golden Throne collapse, the Emperor transform into the Black King, devouring the souls of mankind and turning Terra into a new Eye of Terror...

...and then still grind the Chaos Gods into dust?

Eden shuddered at the thought of the Golden Throne exploding, unleashing an unchecked flood of warp entities.

If that happened, humanity might truly be finished.

And neither he nor Urth would escape destruction.

Of course, the Chaos Gods feared this too. If the Golden Throne shattered, the Accursed One would break free.

And they would be completely screwed.

In any case, the God-Emperor’s physical state was directly tied to the survival of humanity. It had to be taken seriously.

Fortunately, after pummeling Tzeentch, a significant amount of faith energy had been burned away, slowing the golden sun’s deterioration.

In a way, Tzeentch had actually made an outstanding contribution to galactic harmony.

Much appreciation to Brother Tzeentch for his selfless sacrifice!

Eden gazed at the golden sun, contemplating:

"Looks like I need to extract more energy going forward.

Once I fully control this sector, I’ll launch several projects to harness the Emperor’s golden sun."

"I’ll have Kaul and his team research additional energy applications, develop more conduits to siphon the energy—drain as much as possible!"

Additionally, as the so-called Savior, he could use the small sun to absorb a portion of the faith, further easing the burden on the Emperor.

Suddenly, a terrible thought struck him—

What if I absorb too much faith and end up like the Emperor?!

Would I end up sitting on a golden toilet next to him, sharing the same fate?!

The absurd image surfaced in his mind, sending chills down his spine.

But then again... the Emperor had absorbed the faith of all humanity in the galaxy to reach his current state. Eden was only taking a fraction of it—surely, that wouldn’t be a problem, right?

Besides, he had only taken control of two planets so far. Even if he expanded his reach over the coming years, he would at most control a single sector.

The golden throne scenario was still a long way off.

That was Future Eden’s problem.

For now, the priority was relieving the Emperor’s burden and making full use of the golden sun.

At this thought, Eden felt deeply moved by his own devotion.

I’m such a filial son~

A moment later, another thought occurred to him:

"Wait a minute... the warp siphoning device was also provided by Tzeentch. Could this be part of a grander scheme?"

"Brother Tzeentch really is breaking his back for the good of the galaxy. If I ever get the chance, I should thank him in person."

...

The Crystal Labyrinth

"Ugh—"

The entire labyrinth was flooded with a divine energy that demons found utterly unbearable. Chaos had erupted within.

To the demons, their once-proud home had just been drenched in a highly toxic, corrosive filth.

Countless demons fled in all directions.

The unlucky ones, suffering severe exposure, couldn’t even move, flopping on the crystal floors like suffocating fish.

The truly unfortunate ones had already been reduced to ashes, erased from existence.

Above the labyrinth, the iridescent mass that represented Tzeentch remained completely motionless, as if dead.

Other demons could escape this wretched stench—but Tzeentch could not.

Because he was the very source of it.

The Accursed One’s devastating assault had funneled a massive amount of divine energy directly into Tzeentch’s true form.

The damage was severe.

Tzeentch’s body was wreathed in lingering divine energy, impossible to purge.

The sheer revulsion was driving him insane.

This was, without a doubt, the worst nightmare he had ever endured.

He simply could not understand—why had he been so foolish as to fly straight into the golden sun?!

Was it fate?

Had some higher-dimensional being orchestrated his suffering?

Suddenly, he sensed a blood-red figure approaching.

It was Khorne.

But this time, Tzeentch did not react.

Khorne kept his distance, as if afraid of being contaminated.

His voice, though irritated, dripped with undisguised glee:

"Oi, coward—are you dead yet?"

Khorne was barely holding back from popping champagne.

Seeing his most despised rival suffer was a delight beyond words.

But no matter how much Khorne taunted him, Tzeentch remained motionless, offering no response.

He had fully embraced defeat.

So tired. Just can’t anymore...

To the demons, their once-proud home had just been drenched in a highly toxic, corrosive filth.

Countless demons fled in all directions.

Some unlucky ones, too heavily affected, couldn’t even move, flopping on the crystal floors like suffocating fish.

The truly unfortunate ones had already been reduced to ashes, erased from existence.

Above the labyrinth, the iridescent mass that represented Tzeentch remained completely still—as if dead.

Other demons had the option to flee from this wretched stench—but Tzeentch could not.

Because he was the very source of it.

The Accursed One’s devastating assault had funneled massive amounts of divine energy directly into his true form.

The damage was severe.

Tzeentch’s body was wreathed in lingering divine energy, impossible to purge.

The sheer revulsion was driving him insane.

This was, without a doubt, the worst nightmare he had ever endured.

He simply could not understand—why had he been so foolish as to fly straight into the golden sun?!

Was it fate?

Had some higher-dimensional being orchestrated his suffering?

Seeing his most despised rival suffer was a delight beyond words.

This scheming, slithering, spineless wretch had finally been dealt a major blow.

Just thinking about it made Khorne want to go on a galaxy-wide slaughter spree in celebration.

Of course, as a temporary ally, Khorne wouldn’t actually attack Tzeentch while he was weakened.

Bullying a defenseless enemy went against a warrior’s honor.

He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

But when Tzeentch remained motionless, Khorne grew impatient.

"Answer me, you scheming idiot!"

No matter how much Khorne taunted him, Tzeentch remained unresponsive.

He had fully embraced defeat.

So tired. Just can’t anymore…

Soon after, Slaanesh and Nurgle’s projections appeared.

Their main goal was to maintain balance.

The Chaos Gods constantly warred among themselves, but none of them wanted any one of their number to be completely destroyed.

That would only weaken Chaos as a whole—giving the Accursed One an advantage.

Both Slaanesh and Nurgle kept their distance as well.

Especially Nurgle.

He frowned, his expression barely stopping short of pinching his nose shut.

Tzeentch: ???

Nurgle saw nothing wrong with this.

If he got too close, he might get infected with that forbidden energy.

Not only would it interfere with his beautiful plagues, but it might even harm the adorable little creatures living on his body.

Several Nurglings cowered inside his flesh tumors, visibly terrified.

"We need some answers," Nurgle finally said.

The Chaos Gods all wanted to know what exactly had happened.

As their ally, Tzeentch had a duty to explain himself.

Tzeentch stirred slightly, then, with great reluctance, cast out a fragment of information.

Then he completely sealed off the Crystal Labyrinth and went completely silent.

From the information Tzeentch provided, the Chaos Gods saw the small sun beside the golden sun.

That was the Savior’s warp projection.

The resemblance between the two was unmistakable, causing the Chaos Gods’ avatars to tremble slightly.

Their evaluation of the Savior once again rose dramatically.

Without delay, the Chaos Gods returned to their respective domains.

They took the image of the Savior, provided by Ka’Bandha, and distributed it among their Greater Daemons, ordering them to find the Savior’s true form.

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The Greater Daemons, in turn, passed the image to their commanders, ordering them to seek out the terrifying entity known as the Savior.

The commanders then passed the dreadful image to their lieutenants, instructing them to hunt the terrifying, demon-devouring Savior.

The lieutenants, trembling, handed down the terrifying portrait of the Devourer of Daemons to their lesser demons, warning them to be very careful.

In the end, across all of Chaos, even the weakest, lowliest daemon learned of a terrifying truth—

Somewhere in the galaxy, a being known as the "Savior," the Great Devourer of Daemons, had appeared.

He was fearless and unstoppable. He captured daemons and devoured them.

If you ever encounter this being,

RUN.

(End of Chapter)

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