Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 196 - 197: A Foreboding Feeling

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"Impossible!"

Harris's vision was filled with a golden fist hurtling toward him.

He couldn't believe it.

The so-called Savior could fly—and had already caught up with him so quickly!

By the time he reacted and tried to dodge, it was too late.

Boom!

Eden's fist, crackling with psychic lightning, smashed into Harris's head, sending him flying.

Now, with even more faith-powered strength, Eden's psychic energy invaded through the point of impact, continuously searing his enemy's soul.

Harris steadied himself, thick blood oozing from his mouth. His wounds still crackled with lingering psychic lightning.

The pain was unbearable—it wasn't just physical, it burned into his very soul.

"Savior!"

Seeing Eden about to attack again, Harris hurriedly raised a hand, as if he had something to say.

Eden stared coldly. "Any last words?"

"I submit! Let me serve under you—I will fight for you, die for you!"

Harris showed a pleading expression.

He knew escape was no longer an option.

Having just tasted power, he was unwilling to die.

Ever since his wife's assassination attempt, the last of his courage had drained away, leaving only a paranoid, cowardly tyrant.

After fully embracing chaos and transforming into a demon, he had even lost the last remnants of his pride.

A craven, gutless bloodthirster of Khorne—how ridiculous.

That was why, despite all his slaughter, Khorne did not favor him.

He had only received a minuscule portion of the Blood God's power.

Khorne didn't even acknowledge his existence.

If Harris did make it to the Brass Citadel one day, he'd likely be executed on the spot—strung up on the high walls as a disgraced wretch, spat upon by demons.

Eden remained silent.

Harris grew desperate, hurriedly continuing:

"You need warriors like me—someone to handle the inconvenient tasks.

Give me a chance! I will do anything to earn your mercy!"

He was willing to grovel, beg, do whatever it took to survive.

Eden looked at the craven bloodthirster before him and smiled warmly.

"You've heard the prophecy, haven't you?

I want that prophecy to come true.

That is my only condition."

Harris froze.

Then, despair set in.

Of course, he knew the prophecy:

The Tyrant of the Goliath Sector would perish upon his throne.

So that was it.

Eden had no intention of letting him live.

Harris's eyes flickered.

Blood mist surged around his demonic body.

With a sudden motion, he spewed a crimson fog to obscure Eden's vision—hoping to launch a sneak attack.

But Eden was faster.

He had anticipated this move.

Tearing through the blood mist, he lunged at Harris.

The two clashed mid-air, their battle sending sonic booms rippling across the sky.

After a few more exchanges, Harris feigned an attack, attempting to flee.

This time, he had no chance.

"You sneaky little rat, still trying to run?"

Eden accelerated, grabbed one of Harris's demon wings, and pulled with all his might.

"ROOOAAARR!!!"

Harris struggled frantically, his agonized wails echoing across the hive city.

The flesh and bone anchoring his wings split apart, crimson ichor spilling into the air.

RIIIIIP!

Eden tore off the wing, casting the bloody remains downward.

Then, he grabbed the now-unbalanced Harris.

"You have nowhere to run."

With a powerful kick, he sent Harris plummeting toward the ground.

Boom—

The massive demon body, accelerated by gravity, slammed into the grand plaza below.

Stone shattered under the impact, forming a massive crater dozens of meters wide.

His demonic blood seeped into the rubble.

"Damn you, Savior..."

Blood poured from Harris's mouth as he struggled to rise.

But just as he got to his feet—

The Storm Legion's heavy artillery unleashed hell.

Dozens of high-caliber cannons fired, slamming him back down into the crater.

Before he could even react—

The shadows of bombers loomed overhead.

A Thunderstrike heavy bombing squadron had arrived, releasing Hellstorm missiles.

The ground trembled as fireballs erupted across the plaza.

Harris lay in the center of a smoking wasteland.

But the bombardment didn't stop.

Wave after wave—

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Long-range artillery.

Tactical missiles.

Even the ragtag workers' militia fired crude mortars at the tyrant who slaughtered billions.

Harris had become a target for everyone's wrath.

He lay there, helpless, as relentless bombardment rained down on him.

After countless rounds of shelling, his once-mighty demonic form was reduced to a charred husk.

The power of Chaos faded from his body.

He could no longer regenerate.

Boom—

Another crude shell landed directly on his head.

The once mighty ruler of this world now lay in the dirt, barely clinging to life.

He had been utterly broken.

No matter how powerful a being was, if you hit it enough times, it would fall.

But suddenly—

Harris's expression twisted into one of pure terror.

Weakly, he whispered:

"...No... please..."

From above—

A golden figure descended, blazing like a meteor.

Eden's body crackled with violent psychic lightning, accelerating as he dove toward his fallen foe.

Like a falling star of divine wrath.

He called this move:

"Raven Takes Flight—no, wait, Meteor Annihilation!"

Just before impact, he halted his descent—

Instead, he unleashed the full force of his gathered psychic energy onto Harris.

Directly crashing would have shattered his own bones—too much hassle to recover from.

Better to finish things cleanly.

A cataclysmic psychic storm ripped through Harris's body, annihilating his demonic form.

He lay there, twitching like a discarded carcass.

Eden grabbed the broken tyrant and dragged him back to the ruined palace, tossing him onto the half-collapsed mechanical throne.

He had promised to fulfill the prophecy.

For a thousand years, the legend had spread throughout the Goliath Sector.

Even with some adjustments from him, it remained ingrained in the people's minds.

Harris had to die on his throne.

Only then could Eden legitimately seize power as the Savior—without resistance.

On the mechanical throne, Harris's chaos energy dissipated.

His demonic body vanished—revealing the fat, bloated tyrant he once was.

In his final moments, Harris's mind cleared.

The Chaos corruption faded for just a second.

He remembered all the atrocities he had committed.

"God-Emperor... what have I done?"

Tears fell from his eyes.

He had betrayed his faith.

But it was too late.

His crimes were unforgivable.

Weakly, he lifted his gaze to Eden, eyes filled with desperate hope.

"Savior... can you... restore this world? Make the Goliath Sector prosper again?"

"Of course."

Eden answered without hesitation.

Then, just as quickly, he drove a golden greatsword straight through Harris's chest.

The blade pierced his heart, embedding deep into the throne behind him.

And so, Harris perished on his throne.

Eden stood in silence for a moment.

Then, turning to a Thunder Guard with a recording device, he ordered:

"Record this immediately. Then burn everything to ash.

I don't want any chance of this bastard coming back."

Soon, the footage was broadcast across the planet.

The world saw:

The Savior, radiant like an angel, standing over the dead tyrant.

He promised liberation.

Then, he issued a final ultimatum:

Surrender—or be annihilated.

Eden stepped out of the burning palace.

With the tyrant slain, the war was effectively over.

And yet...

For some reason—

He had a very bad feeling.

(End of Chapter)

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