Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 250 - 251 – Saint Celestine: “The Daemon-Eater Is a Good Man”

"The Holy Sun?"

Before Saint Celestine could react, she felt a scorching and immense energy about to erupt.

This energy was incredibly familiar—was it the aura of the Master?!

In the next moment, the silver-haired angel saw the Daemon Eater bathed in a holy radiance.

She swore—this was the most sacred power she had ever witnessed!

The Divine Light descended...

At the moment the enhanced Divine Ash Shell activated, the black visor of Eden's helmet dropped, and an overwhelming surge of energy spread outward.

Even the energy that leaked out at the moment of activation was unbearable for the surrounding daemons, scorching them with holy fire.

The battlefield froze. Every eye turned to witness this astonishing event.

"Such a holy yet terrifying power..."

Calgar and the Imperial warriors were stunned, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Meanwhile, Ka'Bandha and the Chaos Space Marines trembled with an unspeakable fear—they instinctively knew that if they were caught in this attack, they would experience excruciating agony within the cursed energy and face utter annihilation.

In an instant, the daemons stopped their assault, frantically trying to escape. Even the Chaos Space Marines felt the looming threat and braced themselves in defense.

Terror gripped the daemons. They now realized that the First Daemon Prince had underestimated the Daemon Eater.

The Daemon Eater, the Cursed One's Favorite, the Only Savior, the Void Storm—was far more terrifying than they had ever imagined!

Run!

Up in the air, the towering, horned Bloodthirster, who had been diving toward the battlefield, now stared in horror at the weapon aimed directly at him.

He nearly pissed himself.

He regretted provoking the Daemon Eater.

Even worse, he could feel that the weapon had already locked onto him. Escape was no longer an option.

"NO!!!"

As the Bloodthirster let out a wailing cry of regret, the warriors on the battlefield saw the grim figure of the Daemon Eater, shrouded in divine light, with ethereal wings of light unfurling behind him.

In silent determination, he fired the weapon.

A blinding flash erupted.

The sacred brilliance engulfed the entirety of Hera Fortress.

The battlefield resounded with countless agonized wails.

The Bloodthirster, struck directly by the attack, screamed in despair.

His wail echoed across nearly half the planet, sending shivers down the spines of all daemons attacking Macragge.

They even forgot to continue their assault.

Amidst the Bloodthirster's dying shriek, the radiant explosion intensified, forming an enormous golden sphere of light.

"That is... the Holy Sun!"

The silver-haired angel gazed at the radiant golden sphere, which shone even brighter than the sun, her face filled with reverence.

As a Living Saint, her sensitivity to divine energy was unmatched.

She could feel it—the Holy Sun in the sky radiated the pure power of the Master.

But there was something else.

Another warm energy was mixed within it.

She firmly believed that this was a miracle granted by the Master!

"By the Master, I feel Your will guiding us..."

This was the closest she had ever felt to the Master's presence.

She dropped to her knees in fervent and pious prayer.

From an outsider's perspective, with the Holy Sun floating directly above Eden, it appeared as if she was kneeling before him.

Saint Celestine fully embraced the energy radiating from the golden sphere.

The scorching power strengthened her resolve, making her even mightier.

The gentle warmth seeped into her soul, filling her heart with a soothing comfort she had never known before.

After all, despite her unshakable will, Celestine had endured unimaginable suffering, almost losing herself entirely.

As an undying Living Saint, she resurrected time and again, endlessly returning to the battlefield.

Yet every revival was an ordeal.

Whenever she died, she would awaken—half-clothed—in the Warp.

To be reborn, she had to find the scattered pieces of her armor from the mountain of her own corpses and reassemble it piece by piece.

Then, guided by the faint light of the Emperor, she had to traverse the nightmare of the Warp, confronting her doubts and fears to reclaim the fragments of her identity.

Finally, she would renew her oath to the Emperor, pledging her service once more in exchange for the safety of a small girl's soul—the manifestation of her hopes and inner self.

Each time she swore loyalty anew, the Emperor would instantly send her back to the battlefield—accompanied by a grand psychic light show, ensuring her resurrection was nothing short of spectacular.

Eden, recalling all he had read about Saint Celestine, the top idol of humanity, had secretly ridiculed the situation in his mind:

"She may not be as flashy as me, but the God-Emperor sure knows how to market a brand. This has serious fan-club vibes."

"And damn, He's stubborn as hell. Soul-binding? Really? And you still claim you're not a... deity?"

At that moment, the warmth of the Holy Sun's energy extended into a certain realm within the Warp.

This dark and oppressive space resembled a narrow, suffocating room, with eerie whispers and shrieks echoing from beyond the walls.

Outside, unknown creatures lurked in the shadows, endlessly slamming against the barriers, desperate to break in and consume the soul within.

This place was the Emperor's sanctuary, the manifested protection over Saint Celestine's soul.

Inside the small, dim room, a silver-haired girl with tiny wings sat curled up in the corner, trembling.

She clutched herself tightly, trying to shut out the terrifying sounds outside.

The shrieks grew louder and sharper, making her whimper in fear like a helpless fawn.

For countless years, the silver-haired girl had been trapped within this cold, oppressive sanctuary.

Brutal as it was, it kept her safe from the torment of Chaos—a privilege few in the galaxy could ever dream of.

But now, something changed.

A warm, gentle force seeped into the space, reaching the crying silver-haired girl.

This energy transformed into a soft, plush white bear that gently patted her head with its fluffy paw.

It was comforting her, telling her not to be afraid.

The silver-haired girl froze, her sobs quieting. Slowly, she lifted her head, her wide eyes staring curiously at the plush bear.

She didn't know where it had come from, but with it by her side, she wasn't as afraid anymore.

The white bear took her hand and led her to the center of the room, signaling her to close her eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, she obeyed.

The plush bear then pulled out a sparkling magic wand and waved it like a magician.

As golden light shimmered around them, the room transformed.

The cold, empty space became a dreamlike sanctuary—soft pink wallpaper adorned the walls, sheer curtains framed a sunlit window, and a small flower sat on the windowsill.

A wardrobe full of beautiful dresses, a cozy sofa, plush princess dolls, and a castle toy set appeared. A soft white rug with bear patterns lay on the floor.

But most striking of all was the grand pink princess bed, adorned with delicate lace and drapes, with a cloud-like mattress in the center.

No girl could resist such a fairytale dream room.

It was warm, safe, and filled with happiness.

The silver-haired girl's dull eyes brightened in amazement.

She joyfully dragged the plush bear around, marveling at every detail, then played with it in a make-believe world.

Finally, exhausted from playing, she curled up in bed, hugging the plush bear tightly.

For the first time, she slept peacefully—breathing deep and steady, wrapped in warmth.

With the white bear beside her, the terrifying monsters outside no longer mattered.

A sweet smile graced her lips.

In the Warp, the fundamental nature of this space had changed.

And that change was already affecting the soul it sheltered.

Kneeling in reverence before the Holy Sun, Saint Celestine felt an indescribable warmth within her soul.

It was as if the exhaustion accumulated over countless years had vanished in an instant.

She ignored the agonized wails of the daemons on the battlefield, her lips curving into an angelic smile of pure bliss.

At the same time, her wounds began to heal, her wings became even whiter, and her entire being radiated an even greater sense of holiness.

Amidst this transformation, she looked toward the grim figure, the Daemon Eater, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and trust.

Perhaps... even a faint sense of affection.

She could sense that beneath the fearsome armor lay a gentle heart.

"Thank you." The silver-haired angel prayed softly, tilting her face toward the Holy Sun. A single golden tear slid down her cheek.

"Thank you, O Great Master... What have we done to deserve Your favor, that You would send such a mighty messenger..."

She believed, without a doubt, that the Daemon Eater—capable of summoning such divine miracles—was a good man, a devout servant of the Emperor.

No wonder the daemons called him the Cursed One's Favorite.

He must have been guided by the Emperor's will, sent here to save them.

There was no question about it—he was loyal and kind-hearted.

...

In the Skies Above

The Holy Sun grew even brighter.

The horned Bloodthirster, unable to withstand the scorching radiance, was incinerated into nothingness, erased from existence.

A few seconds later, under the divine light's purifying radiance, the daemons' screams dwindled.

Many were burned to death by the Emperor's holy power, and even the Chaos Space Marines suffered severe damage.

The battle ground to a temporary halt.

The forces of Chaos writhed in agony, while Calgar and the Imperial warriors stood in awe, completely overwhelmed by the divine miracle.

"By the Emperor, thank You for Your protection!"

The faithful Space Marines, those who truly believed in the Emperor's divinity, gazed upon the Holy Sun and began to pray fervently.

Even the more skeptical warriors stared at it with undeniable reverence.

They could feel its power. The radiant heat, mingled with gentle warmth, filled them with renewed will to fight, their wounds slowly healing.

Their eyes drifted toward the grim figure bathed in divine light—the one who had made all of this possible.

There was awe in their gazes.

"I Was Wrong!"

Inquisitor Greyfax nearly collapsed to her knees.

Her atheistic beliefs had already begun to crack when she witnessed the Golden Witch.

Now, as she beheld the Holy Sun in the sky, her faith in atheism shattered completely.

She could feel the Emperor's divine will—so sacred, so blazing, so real.

She no longer doubted.

The Emperor was a god, and she would follow Him with all her heart.

With a loud voice, Greyfax declared her repentance:

"I confess! Without a doubt—Your divine will is real!"

But as she knelt in devotion, her gaze fell upon the grim figure enveloped in holy radiance.

...Why him?

Why was he the one to summon the divine will?

Wasn't he a heretic?

Why had divine retribution not struck him down?

Confusion filled the Inquisitor's mind—her once unshakable faith had been crushed and rebuilt over and over again.

Yet, she was determined.

One day, she would investigate that man thoroughly.

Meanwhile...

"Damn... this holy nuke is way stronger than last time. I really need to stock up on more of these."

Eden gazed up at the massive golden sphere, a mixture of the Holy Sun and the miniature sun's energy, and felt deeply shaken.

The horned Bloodthirster had been as strong as Ka'Bandha had been in the past. If he had only used the previous version of the Divine Ash Shell, it might not have been enough to kill it.

And it certainly wouldn't have wiped out so many daemons at once.

But this enhanced version?

It had annihilated the Bloodthirster outright.

Its kill radius had covered the entirety of Hera Fortress.

Daemons in the core blast zone had been instantly vaporized, while those on the outer edges had suffered heavy casualties.

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Unfortunately, the next enhanced Divine Ash Shell would take nearly 20 years to produce.

Oh well.

At least Ka'Bandha had been caught in the blast.

He should be dead, right?

As the golden light gradually faded, Eden surveyed the battlefield.

The kill zone was nearly devoid of daemons.

Even the Chaos Space Marines had suffered severe injuries.

Further away, the remaining Chaos forces hesitated, fear and uncertainty gripping them.

They did not dare to advance.

"For the Emperor!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Calgar and the Imperial warriors roared in triumph, charging at the remaining Chaos forces to finish them off.

"Despicable Daemon Eater!"

A furious roar erupted.

Eden turned toward the voice—

A massive, charred figure was rising from the rubble.

It was Ka'Bandha!

His entire body was blackened and scorched, covered in severe burns.

His demonic wings were tattered and broken.

Yet, he had survived.

At the very moment the Holy Sun had descended, Ka'Bandha had grabbed another Bloodthirster to use as a shield.

Then, he had dug a hole and buried himself underground.

It was the only reason he was still alive.

The brilliance of the Holy Sun had obscured his desperate escape—few had noticed his pathetic display.

But for Ka'Bandha, the humiliation was unbearable.

His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at the Daemon Eater.

If he could, he would tear that despicable, cunning bastard into pieces.

Eden, meanwhile, felt his scalp tingle with dread.

Holy crap!

This guy was still alive?

Even after taking TWO direct hits from the Holy Sun?

Was he some kind of protagonist-tier daemon?!

Eden could tell that Ka'Bandha still had a lot of strength left.

Even with the faith-fueled power of his armor, he wouldn't survive too many punches from the First Daemon Prince.

After all, Ka'Bandha was the strongest entity on this battlefield.

But fortunately, Eden had planned for unexpected scenarios.

He took a deep breath, calming himself.

Now was not the time to panic.

Ka'Bandha, on the other hand, watched the Daemon Eater in silence.

He knew the man's true strength.

Without his divine weapon, the Daemon Eater was no real threat.

He could kill him easily.

But why was the Daemon Eater so calm?

What was he planning?

Should he risk it?

BOOM!

Ka'Bandha suddenly lunged forward, his demonic wings propelling him with a burst of energy.

The ground shattered beneath him as he charged at Eden—

And then, at the last second—

He veered away, heading straight for the Grand Temple.

Hmph!

Ka'Bandha sneered internally.

He would spare the Daemon Eater for now—

Next time, he would rip him apart!

Eden blinked.

Wait, what?

Ka'Bandha had faked him out?!

Instead of attacking him, he had gone straight for the temple?!

Through the temple's shattered walls, Eden caught a glimpse of the scene inside—

The Grand Sage had just completed the final step.

Ephreni sliced through the throne's stasis cables with her blade.

A surge of energy erupted—

The sarcophagus encasing Guilliman automatically sealed shut.

A deep sigh echoed from within.

The Primarch's resurrection was now inevitable.

Eden felt numb.

Damn.

Ka'Bandha was willing to fight Guilliman instead of him?

That was... unbelievably brave.

(End of Chapter)

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