Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

The Genestealer Patriarch fled with astonishing speed, its massive form vanishing into the dark tunnels.

Eden stood stunned for a moment before sprinting after it.

"Damn it, that slippery bastard!"

The Patriarch was proving to be an incredibly cunning adversary.

Despite having a strong chance to eliminate its enemies, the Patriarch had chosen to flee the moment it sensed danger.

Eden chased the blood trail through the labyrinthine pipes, knowing he had to stop it before it rejoined its army. Once it rallied its forces, defeating it would be impossible.

After what felt like an eternity, a faint light appeared ahead—a break in the tunnel leading to the surface.

"This doesn't feel right…"

Eden hesitated but decided to climb through the opening.

As soon as he emerged, he saw the Patriarch standing in the distance, its cold gaze locked on him.

"Foolish, insignificant human. You dare pursue me? It's too late for you now…"

Eden steadied himself and adjusted the pressure in his piston gauntlet, clenching his fists.

"Running with such bravado—strategic retreat, was it?"

The Patriarch ignored his taunt, lifting its four arms as if summoning something.

"You should feel despair, for my loyal offspring are here to protect their father!"

A chorus of screeches echoed from afar, and the ground began to tremble as though an earthquake was building.

Eden looked up to see a massive tide of purple surging toward him—the Genestealer horde had arrived.

Turning, he realized the same sight awaited him behind.

Surrounded on all sides, Eden found himself at the epicenter of a sea of xenos.

Within a radius of several kilometers, millions of Genestealers of all shapes and sizes gathered, their numbers stretching as far as the eye could see.

Flanked by dozens of elite guards, the Patriarch once again took on the air of an unstoppable monarch.

Victory seemed assured, and nothing could halt the Day of Ascension now.

Pointing one claw at Eden, it declared:

"Are you prepared to die?"

Eden sighed, shaking his head.

"If I said no, would you give me some time to get ready?"

The Patriarch's expression turned venomous.

"Of course not. I can't wait to see your death."

It roared, issuing its command through the Hive Mind:

"My loyal offspring, tear this human to pieces!"

The command rippled through the psychic network, and the once-silent horde erupted into chaos.

Purple waves of Genestealers surged forward, determined to rip Eden apart.

Watching from the rear, the Patriarch reveled in its impending victory.

But then it saw something unexpected—the human raised his hand as if to speak.

"Wait!"

Astonishingly, the charging Genestealers paused, their eyes filled with confusion.

"What?" The Patriarch froze, disbelief flashing across its face.

Before it could react, Eden gave his next command:

"Loyal children, give that old fool a slap!"

Smack!

One of the Patriarch's elite guards turned and delivered a resounding slap to its face.

Realizing what it had done, the guard recoiled in terror.

"Traitor!"

Enraged, the Patriarch tore the offending guard apart with its four arms.

But before it could catch its breath, more guards turned on it, striking it from all sides.

Roar!

Furious, the Patriarch unleashed a wave of psychic energy, reducing its attacking guards to bloody mist.

It turned to Eden, its voice trembling with fury and confusion.

"What have you done? How is this possible?"

The Genestealer Patriarch had never encountered such defiance from its offspring.

With a smile that could only be described as infuriatingly smug, Eden replied:

"Because… I am the Sun."

At that moment, the Patriarch sensed something within the Hive Mind—an overwhelming presence outside its control.

Amidst the network, a brilliant light appeared, casting its own influence over the psychic plane.

And under this light, the Patriarch's once-dominant presence seemed insignificant.

Eden exhaled deeply, relief washing over him.

The infiltration was complete.

By linking the Little Sun to the Hive Mind, Eden had redefined the network's hierarchy.

If the Patriarch had been the "king," then Eden had just become their "god."

The Patriarch trembled, sensing an unprecedented threat.

In a panic, it screamed, "Tear him apart! Now!"

But the Genestealers didn't move.

Instead, they turned their hateful eyes toward their former master.

Realizing the shift in allegiance, the Patriarch stumbled back in fear.

"No! I'm your father!" it pleaded.

From a genetic perspective, it was true—the entire Genestealer population on the planet descended from the Patriarch.

But the Little Sun's influence had twisted their minds, filling them with rage against their creator.

Eden issued a simple command:

"Rip your Patriarch to shreds."

Without hesitation, the Genestealer horde surged forward, descending on the Patriarch.

"Get away! I'm your father!"

The Patriarch's psychic powers obliterated dozens of attackers at a time, but the horde was endless.

For every xenos it killed, dozens more took their place.

"I'll kill you, human!"

Desperation took hold as the Patriarch abandoned all restraint, unleashing its full psychic potential.

The resulting waves of energy shredded countless Genestealers, creating rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

Carving a path through the horde, the Patriarch charged directly at Eden, determined to reclaim control of its children.

As it closed in, it saw Eden standing calmly, his expression cold.

Eden raised his hand and declared: "Foul xenos, face the judgment of the Imperium!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions erupted as artillery shells from the defensive lines struck the Patriarch.

The force of the blasts sent it toppling backward, and the horde swarmed over it, tearing at its flesh.

"Aaaahhhh!"

The Patriarch's screams echoed as its body was devoured, its flesh stripped away to reveal stark white bones.

Its clawed hand twitched once before falling limp.

The Genestealer Patriarch was no more.

Yet in its final moments, the Patriarch's twisted face broke into a smile.

It closed its eyes, filled with a grim satisfaction.

For the Great Devourer was coming.

(End of Chapter)

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