Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 291 - 292: That Was Just the Logistics Team’s Security Detail…

Chapter 291 - 292: That Was Just the Logistics Team’s Security Detail...

The terrifying shadow's oppressive presence brought a halt to both sides of the battlefield.

As it drew closer...

The people finally saw what it was — a colossal cargo vessel nearly three kilometers in length.

The cargo ship's belly hatch opened, deploying over ten cargo drop pods, descending like streaks of fire.

Their speed gradually slowed.

"The... the Savior has come?"

A priest knelt on the ground, gazing up, his expression turning into one of religious frenzy.

"Children of Fara! The Savior has delivered us salvation!"

"That's the cargo ship from the holy world! Our weapons have arrived!"

The Ocean Lord saw the Savior's emblem on the ship and shouted to his warriors.

Immediately, Fara's soldiers were filled with hope.

As long as they could retrieve that shipment of arms, they stood a chance against the cultists and abominations!

ROAR—

The Chaos Egg let out a frenzied bellow.

"In the name of the Lord of the Evil Eye — slaughter them all!"

The Evil Eye High Priest roared, pushing his Chaos forces into a charge.

That cargo ship's origin was unknown.

He had to kill everyone here before it could act, then storm the city—

To gorge on mortal flesh within the steel walls and grow stronger!

However, at the very moment the Chaos army charged—

KRAK—

A sudden beam of light shot toward the plaza, illuminating the gloomy sky like daylight.

Golden lights shone forth, and the stirring hymns of the Savior echoed through the air.

Three more drop pods descended at breakneck speed, blazing with friction fire through the atmosphere.

THUD THUD THUD!

They crashed down between both sides of the battlefield, instantly breaking open to reveal what was inside.

CLACK.

Scarlet light pierced out as massive figures slowly stood up, towering over the advancing Chaos Egg.

"N—No..."

The Evil Eye High Priest atop the Chaos Egg felt the terrifying aura of the crimson figure and screamed hoarsely, "Retreat! Retreat now!"

But it was too late.

"Heretics — perish!"

A thunderous electronic voice boomed as the red Dreadnought's chainsword lit up with a blue glow.

With a roaring slash—

KRSH!

Flesh flew. The Chaos Egg lost its legs and collapsed with a crash.

FOOM—

Flames poured down.

The Dreadnought aimed its heavy flamer at the struggling Chaos Egg, engulfing it in holy fire.

The Chaos Egg — and the screaming Evil Eye High Priest — were reduced to charcoal.

The scene struck terror into the cultists and Chaos beasts.

Their leader — the supposed future King of Fara under the Evil Eye...

Was just... gone?

Before the Chaos forces could even react, the Dreadnought raised its flamer again, valve cranked to max.

An even fiercer column of fire roared forth.

A flame pillar over a kilometer long swept across the Chaos forces.

AAAHHHHH—

Screams filled the air. Cultists and Chaos beasts fell into panic, shattered by terror.

They scattered.

But it was a futile hope — death followed close behind.

The two Terminator-clad Angels of War beside the Dreadnought, and seven power-armored battle-brothers, opened fire.

They moved without a word, their explosive bolts raining like death on the fleeing heretics and monsters.

Their accuracy was terrifying.

"Angels of the Emperor! The Savior has brought us the Angels of the Emperor!"

Everything had unfolded in mere seconds.

The priests snapped out of their stunned daze, announcing the presence of the Angels.

The Ocean Lord and the warriors of Fara stood dumbfounded, watching these angels bring devastation to their enemies.

They hadn't even had a chance to join the battle.

All they could do... was watch.

And feel the awe.

Bzzz~

Suddenly, the holy relic in the Ocean Lord's hands vibrated, and a half-body hologram appeared.

A relatively young woman looked out from the projection.

He stared blankly, not knowing how to react.

"Greetings. I'm Furi, the logistics coordinator of Cargo Ship #113 from the holy world. Are you the Lord of Ocean World Fara?"

Furi spoke with a calm and soothing tone.

"Y-Yes, Special Envoy from the holy world. What are your instructions?"

The Ocean Lord tried to stay calm, thinking quickly for the right words.

"Please, just call me Furi, Lord. Fara is within my route. I imagine we'll be in touch more going forward."

Furi gestured slightly ahead.

"Your order has arrived. Please confirm receipt."

Amid the rumbling guns, the Ocean Lord turned and looked back.

Before his eyes, the drop pods had softly landed on the plaza thanks to their shock buffers. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Following Furi's guidance, the Ocean Lord completed the receipt confirmation.

The drop pods unfolded, revealing the contents inside.

Super-heavy tanks, heavy aircraft, Sentinel mechs — all gleamed under the lights with a weighty metallic sheen.

Crates upon crates of weapons, all neatly arranged and labeled.

These powerful arms now belonged to Fara. With them, they could resist the heretics!

The Ocean Lord's blood surged. He turned to the warriors:

"Warriors of Fara, come quickly—"

He was about to call them to arm up and fight...

But his words trailed off.

Because... there were no more enemies.

Across the field, few enemies still stood.

Even those lying on the ground groaning would be dispatched with a bolt round by the Angels.

Only a small scattering of Chaos troops in the far rear had managed to flee.

They were long gone.

More importantly, Fara's greatest threat — the Evil Eye High Priest — was dead.

Once the Angels finished eliminating all visible enemies, they turned to inspect the cargo...

To confirm its safe delivery.

Everywhere their eyes passed, the warriors of Fara knelt and bowed in reverence.

The Angels of War gave small nods to the warriors, then returned to their drop pods, preparing to leave.

After all, they were merely security personnel from the logistics department.

Their job was to ensure the goods arrived safely.

Under the Savior's command, the logistics division had a vast workforce and a fair portion of armed forces.

To safeguard shipments.

If Chaos or xenos were encountered during delivery, they would be eliminated along the way.

The Angels of War and Void Angels Chapters would send the lowest-ranked candidates — those who failed assessments — to serve in logistics.

Only after serving their term would they return to their Chapters.

This rotating system often led to many Astartes being assigned to logistics.

Of course, during these escort missions, they trained with even greater intensity to avoid ranking last again.

Besides the Chapters...

The Storm Army, Mechanicus, and Sisters of Battle also assigned elite troops to serve in logistics.

If needed, logistics vessels could even deploy Knight suits.

"Lord, your delivery is complete. I look forward to our next meeting..."

Furi politely ended the holographic transmission.

"Wait — Lady Furi, please wait!"

The Ocean Lord suddenly remembered something and hurriedly stopped her:

"We've prepared a sacred tribute for the Savior — a small token from the people of Fara..."

He seemed unsure.

"Would you... be willing to deliver it to the Savior?"

The so-called sacred tribute was a batch of Fara's finest seafood.

Most were unique species, caught at great risk by the Ocean Lord and veteran fishermen.

The Ocean Lord and his warriors looked at Furi with hopeful eyes.

Furi smiled slightly after hearing this:

"As you wish. I will deliver the people of Fara's goodwill to the Savior."

Her promise delighted the people of Fara.

Furi turned away, seemingly contacting someone.

An Angel of War received the order, walked over to the small seafood storage unit Fara had prepared...

And placed a beacon onto it.

Then returned to the drop pod.

As the beacon on the storage case and drop pod lit up, they slowly faded in a halo of light...

Teleported back onto the cargo ship.

On the plaza...

The Ocean Lord and the people looked up, watching the ship depart.

At some point, the violent storm had quietly subsided, and the clouds began to part.

A shaft of sunlight pierced through...

Falling directly onto the statue of the Savior — like divine light from the heavens.

...

Cargo Ship #113

Bridge.

"Phew... made it on time. No delays..."

Furi leaned back in her chair, patting her chest in relief.

To the logistics department, on-time delivery was the baseline — no matter the cost.

They were responsible for transporting supplies to battlefields or aid-starved worlds.

And retrieving repayment resources from certain worlds.

These were life-or-death missions. Delays could spell disaster.

Especially when delivering military supplies — the consequences were unimaginable.

Any failure would mean judgment from the Department of Justice.

Thankfully, she hadn't let the Savior down. To date, she'd fulfilled every mission diligently.

Furi came from a miner family.

Her grandfather Will had been a miner in the underhive. During a heretic uprising decades ago...

He led the family out of starvation, guiding them uphive with his mother and pregnant wife.

After the rebellion ended, the Savior took them in.

Will returned to mining — with his experience and luck, he became a foreman.

Furi's mother often told her:

As a child, her father had once brought home candy blessed by the Savior.

It was her sweetest childhood memory.

Later, under the Savior's rule, Urth prospered, and their family flourished.

Furi's parents also joined the mining teams, pioneering on other primitive worlds.

Tragically, they encountered deadly xenos — stealth creatures that slaughtered many.

Their weapons could dismantle engineering rigs with ease.

Furi's father stayed behind to cover the retreat, detonating explosives...

He injured the xenos, forcing them to reveal themselves.

When the mining guard arrived, they saw only the aftermath of the explosion.

But they managed to rescue Furi's severely wounded father.

Afterward, his valor was reported and he was hailed as a hero.

He received commendations.

Young Furi was granted the chance to study at the Administrative College of the Loyal Sons Academy.

Her father took pride in that for years.

Though disabled — missing a hand and an eye — he never regretted it.

He said if he hadn't fought, her mother and coworkers wouldn't have made it.

Today, he still worked in the mines — pioneering distant systems.

During breaks, he'd drink with the younger miners and boast about his scars.

A few years ago, Furi graduated and joined the logistics division, managing a medium-sized cargo ship.

Now, her duty was to deliver aid along her route.

She cherished her job and worked hard — to deliver salvation and hope to the suffering.

If her small efforts could help even a little...

That would be enough.

Just as her family once grew better under the Savior's light.

Furi sipped her coffee, patted her cheeks to refocus...

And returned to work. With psychic assistance, she adjusted the route.

Cargo Ship #113 would now head to its next target — delivering rations, medicine, and more to a starving world...

—

Spire Palace

Balcony.

"Sigh, time flies..."

Eden stood on the balcony, enjoying the breeze. He stretched, looking down at the bustling Royal Ward.

According to Imperial calendar...

It was now 47.M42.

Meaning, it had been 47 years since humanity first felt the tremors of the Great Rift.

Now, war across the galaxy raged fiercer than ever.

The great Primarch and Regent Guilliman led the Imperium's Indomitus Crusade fleets in fierce battles against Chaos and xenos.

But the front was so vast and deep...

Many dark-side Imperial worlds couldn't hold out long enough for the fleets to arrive.

Fortunately, the Savior of the Imperium's dark side could offer a glimmer of hope.

In recent years, the Dominion's military grew even stronger.

Now boasting nearly a thousand capital ships, and over 50,000 Astartes.

The Storm Army had become fully elite, mechanized, and armored.

Through deep involvement in galactic warfare and large-scale aid...

The Dominion now had nearly a hundred vassal worlds in the dark side — providing endless resources and faith.

Recently, the Dominion signed a pact with the ocean world of Fara — a new source of fishery products.

The logistics department was thrilled — rushing to build a canned fish processing line to improve troop rations.

Eden was pleased too.

Those rare fish were indeed delicious.

In short, the Dominion was thriving — blooming with vitality.

Ding—

Eden received a message on his datapad. He opened it — his brow furrowed.

He'd gotten too optimistic. Bad news had arrived...

Years ago, he had launched massive construction of Forge Worlds II, III, IV, and V.

But these new Forge Worlds were like bottomless pits, devouring minerals and resources.

Even with huge mining fleets and merchant ships constantly supplying minerals, it wasn't enough.

New mining zones took time, and always faced Chaos or xenos threats.

Merchants needed safe routes, facing pirates and danger.

And local mining rates were limited.

Put simply — the Dominion was running out of minerals. Badly.

Even regular production and construction were affected.

Stopping the Forge Worlds would waste previous investments and hurt future capacity.

They needed a vast mining area — ideally contiguous.

Eden's eyes turned to Chaladon, a super-mineral-rich region in the Imperium's dark side.

Chaladon had mineral-rich planets, glittering gas giants, and vast asteroid belts.

Enough to feed the Dominion.

But Chaladon was in bad shape.

It had just endured war and plague.

Abaddon the Despoiler had declared war, allying with Chaos Lord Typhus of the Death Guard...

Together they formed a force that plunged Chaladon into chaos.

Though Chaladon resisted fiercely and repelled Typhus with help from the Indomitus First Fleet...

It may have been a hollow or Pyrrhic victory.

Abaddon had gotten what he wanted.

Chaladon's leaders were dead or broken, its forges shattered, and its lands rife with plague.

It was crippled — many had lost their homes.

It might take decades or centuries to recover.

In fact, after the First Fleet left...

Plague and Chaos returned.

Even the least-damaged zones were flooded with diseased refugees and cursed relics.

People searched in vain for cures to the mutated industries.

Real recovery would take centuries and countless sacrifices.

Until then, it would remain a Chaos breeding ground — waiting to explode.

People could only watch helplessly as disaster loomed.

Because the Crusade couldn't turn back.

Now, the people of Chaladon needed someone to cleanse the plague and pollution — someone to bring hope and salvation.

Given this, Eden decided to fully intervene in Chaladon — to cure the plague and claim its mineral wealth.

For the Dominion, cleansing plague and corruption wasn't hard.

With solar-powered purification gear, most light infections could be wiped out.

Then, the Plague Control Institute would craft detailed plans for further treatment.

If they encountered large Chaos plague nests, worst case, just drop a Sacred Ash Bomb.

Boom — Chaos gone.

To prepare for Chaladon, Eden had long planned in secret.

Merchant fleets under Sahim had scouted ahead.

Ecclesiarchy missionaries had been sent to spread faith.

The Internal Affairs, Military, Logistics, and Engineering Departments had all drafted plans...

To crush Chaos and aid the people.

Everything was ready — save the final step.

But just before launch, Eden received intel from Sahim.

Chaladon... had changed.

Now, rumors and sightings spread.

Some said a dark and shattered world had appeared deep within Chaladon.

Some claimed it was massive, shrouded in black fog — like a void in reality.

Some described torn lands with shadowy flames and massive churning machines.

Some claimed its land was ripped from below, chained in the air.

Others... spoke of a terrifying shadow — a massive black demon bound in chains.

"Huh... a giant black demon, wrapped in chains?"

Eden frowned at the data on his pad.

He tried to recall something... but came up empty.

"No idea. Just who the hell is this guy?"

(End of Chapter)

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