Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Chapter 251 - 252 - Guilliman Has Awakened!

"Farewell, old Ka'..."

Eden lowered the launcher in his hands and silently mourned as he watched Ka'Bandha charge heroically toward the temple.

As part of his contingency plan, he had saved a sniper-version Divine Ash Shell, a six-year-aged, extra-precise edition, just for his old rival.

Now? It seemed unnecessary.

Considering how limited his stockpile was, every shell was precious—best to conserve what he could.

After all, Guilliman was about to awaken.

A fully restored and fully armed Primarch was basically unstoppable in the material realm.

And more importantly—he wielded the Emperor's Sword.

Divine Ash Shells were powerful, but they were finite in number, slow to manufacture, and had cooldown times.

Meanwhile, Guilliman's Emperor-forged weapon was a top-tier relic left by the Emperor Himself—one strike could annihilate any daemon, and there was no cooldown.

A true Chaos killer.

Besides, considering GW's writing tendencies, a high-profile character, narrative golden child, and freshly resurrected Primarch would obviously be in full power flex mode.

It didn't matter who showed up.

Even Ka'Bandha—even Khorne Himself—would probably get slapped at least once.

Not messing with that.

Eden discreetly signaled his heavily armored troops and the Orks, instructing them to stay alert and be ready to withdraw.

If Guilliman woke up too eager for a fight and decided to smite him just in case, then he'd really become the ultimate tragic fool.

BOOM—

Just as Eden was about to slip away, a sudden golden light streaked across the sky.

Saint Celestine, enveloped in golden flames, ascended toward the heavens.

At that moment, Eden sensed a strange familiarity in her aura—

Had her presence changed somehow?

...She looked even more stunning.

Celestine vs. Ka'Bandha

A deep daemon roar echoed across the battlefield.

Celestine intercepted Ka'Bandha, and the two clashed in midair.

Having absorbed the blessing of the Holy Sun, the Living Saint had grown significantly stronger.

Astonishingly, she was now trading blows with the First Daemon Prince without immediately losing.

Golden and crimson afterimages flashed as they clashed repeatedly, waves of energy rippling outward.

"Cursed One's follower, you're asking for death!"

Ka'Bandha's iron-clad daemon body ignited in furious hellfire, glowing like heated metal.

It was one thing for the damned Daemon Eater to stop him—after all, that one was a notorious menace even among daemons.

But now?

Even a lowly former victim of his was daring to challenge him?

This was beyond humiliation.

"By the will of the Master, I shall purge all evil and protect the sanctity of the Emperor's Son!"

Celestine's wings fluttered, her Blade of the Burning Heart gleaming as she burned with battle fervor.

She could not—would not—allow this monstrous daemon to interfere with Guilliman's resurrection!

Ka'Bandha's eyes burned with bloodthirsty rage.

He had to shred this defiant fool to pieces.

With a savage bellow, he swung his bloodstained axe, launching ferocious, death-laden strikes—

Each blow capable of splitting mountains in half.

Yet, Celestine did not retreat.

Her Burning Heart Blade flared with sacred fire, parrying and countering.

The battle was a dazzling spectacle—blood-red energy clashed against golden flames, shockwaves thundered through the sky.

However...

The balance of battle soon tilted.

Though Celestine fought with unwavering resolve, Ka'Bandha's brutal strength seemed endless.

With every clash, she brushed against death itself.

Her once radiant armor, gleaming with divine light, began to fracture—

Pieces of it crumbling away.

"Shit... even a 'damaged' Ka'Bandha is this terrifying?"

Eden, who had been planning to slip away unnoticed, froze in place.

He hesitated.

If Celestine fell, well... she was a Living Saint.

She could revive herself—dying once or twice wasn't a big deal.

Besides, the battle's outcome was already decided.

Even if Ka'Bandha killed her, he would never break through the Grey Knights' psychic defenses surrounding the temple.

But still...

Sigh.

Since he was already here...

Eden gritted his teeth and pulled out another Divine Ash Shell.

Not because he cared!

He just couldn't stand seeing a beautiful woman suffer.

Totally unrelated to morality.

Besides, he and Ka'Bandha were sworn enemies at this point.

Might as well send the bastard packing.

CLICK.

Eden calmly aimed his launcher at Ka'Bandha.

"This time, I'm sending you straight to hell. Goodbye, old Ka!"

He pulled the trigger—

And once again, holy energy gathered.

Ka'Bandha's assault intensified, pushing Celestine toward defeat.

Seizing an opening, he prepared to rip her apart—

But suddenly—

A gut-wrenching terror surged through him.

The Cursed One's energy?!

Ka'Bandha was extremely sensitive to this dreadful force.

His eyes darted toward the source—

And his soul nearly collapsed in fear.

The Daemon Eater had fired that dreaded weapon again.

How the hell did he still have more of those?!

Pure, unrelenting panic gripped Ka'Bandha.

Right then and there, he made a vow—

Wherever the Daemon Eater was, he would never be.

BOOM—

Ka'Bandha abandoned the fight, knocking Celestine aside with a brutal strike and desperately flying upward.

He had to escape!

He could feel it—

If he took this hit, he would not survive.

However, before he could get away...

Celestine blocked his path again.

"Get out of my way!"

Ka'Bandha roared, striking wildly in desperation.

His fear had reached its peak.

But he was trapped—unable to shake her off.

There was no escape.

Ka'Bandha felt it—

The attack had already locked onto him.

And in the open skies, there was nowhere to hide.

He... was doomed.

Was this it?

Would he—Ka'Bandha, the mighty First Daemon Prince—fall here today?

SHNK!

In that brief moment of despair, searing pain exploded through his chest.

His heart burned with searing agony.

"By the Emperor's will—BEGONE, DAEMON!"

Celestine's voice rang out.

Despite her wounds, despite her exhaustion, she mustered the last of her strength—

And drove the Burning Heart Blade deep into his heart.

For a moment—

Ka'Bandha's cruel, bloodthirsty face twisted...

Into sheer, unrestrained joy.

This—

This was the happiest he had ever been.

Not even when he had first received Khorne's blessing had he felt this much relief.

"HAHAHAHAHA! I'M BANISHED! I DON'T HAVE TO FACE THAT DAMN DAEMON EATER ANYMORE!"

Ka'Bandha's laughter roared across the battlefield.

As the holy blade sank deeper, his ironclad body began to disintegrate,

His soul being dragged back into the Warp.

For Ka'Bandha—

This wasn't death.

This was salvation.

At the very moment Ka'Bandha was banished, he locked eyes with Saint Celestine one last time.

The savage rage in his gaze softened, revealing a rare and unexpected emotion—gratitude.

It was as if he were looking at a savior.

For the Living Saint, this moment was bewildering.

And then—

WHOOSH—

The space twisted violently, and Ka'Bandha was wrenched from reality, banished back to the Warp.

...

On the Ground

"Wait, that's it? He's dead already?"

Eden blinked in confusion.

Then—regret hit him hard.

"Shit... what do I do with my Divine Ash Shell now?"

The energy had already reached critical levels—there was no way to cancel it.

"Damn it, that was a waste."

After a brief moment of lamenting, Eden sighed and shrugged.

"Screw it, I'll just treat it as a psychic firework display to celebrate old Guil's return."

Resigning himself to the situation, he pulled the trigger.

A brilliant golden beam erupted skyward.

Wait... What's Falling?!

As soon as he fired, Eden noticed something plummeting from the sky.

A figure with silver hair and limp wings—

Saint Celestine!

She was exhausted—her strength completely drained, and she was falling directly toward him.

...Wait, what?!

Before he could think, his instincts kicked in.

THUD!

With a swift motion, Eden caught the falling angel.

BOOM!

Above them, the Divine Ash Shell exploded, casting the blood-red sky into a stunning golden radiance.

The brilliant detonation bathed the battlefield in sacred light, piercing through the clouds.

For a brief moment—

The only figures illuminated beneath the divine radiance—

Were Eden and Celestine.

A grim, fearsome Daemon Eater—holding the Empire's most beloved saint in his arms.

It was a scene out of legend.

If any Imperial nobility had witnessed this, they would have lost their minds with jealousy.

Saint Celestine, the Living Saint, was the ultimate idol of the Imperium.

Across the entire galaxy, she had countless devoted followers and admirers—many of whom worshiped her beyond mere faith.

Among the highborn elite, she was an unattainable dream.

She was flawless—her beauty, her grace, her unwavering purity.

Her snow-white angelic wings, her aura of holiness, her unyielding will—

She was the epitome of untouchable divinity.

Yet now—

She was being held in someone's arms.

Eden: What the Hell is This Development?!

Eden stood there, completely frozen, holding a silver-haired, holy warrior-princess in a classic bridal carry.

"...What the hell just happened?"

For a moment, he genuinely had no idea what to do.

...Her wings are really white.

...Would it be inappropriate to pet them?

...No, definitely not.

What was even stranger—

Her expression.

The way she was looking at him was... weird.

Do we even know each other?!

Celestine: Why Do I Feel This Way?!

"Daemon Eater... please... you..."

Her usual icy, composed voice, which often carried the serenity of a winter stream, now held an undetectable tremor.

Somewhere deep within, an unfamiliar emotion had surfaced.

A feeling she had never known before.

...Affection?

She—Saint Celestine—was feeling something for this Daemon Eater?!

She had fought for countless centuries. She had died, resurrected, and faced the horrors of the Warp more times than she could count.

And never once had she experienced this feeling.

And yet—

Here it was.

Her cold, weary heart had been touched in a way she didn't understand.

Before she could say another word—

The Sound That Changed Everything

DONG—

A deep, resonant chime echoed through the battlefield.

!!!

"OH SHIT!"

The moment Eden heard the chime, his hands reflexively flinched.

And then—

He dropped her.

"Oops. My bad."

Celestine hit the ground with a soft thud.

She stared up in shock, utterly dumbfounded.

She could not believe what just happened.

"...You dropped me?"

Eden, looking slightly embarrassed, scratched his helmet.

"Uh, yeah... hand slipped. Sorry."

Then he turned and ran.

"I'M OUT, SEE YA!"

The chime had only one meaning—

The revival ritual was complete.

And that meant—

Guilliman was waking up.

If he didn't escape now, he might not get another chance.

Fortunately, his armored troops and the Orks had already started retreating.

Firing up his thrusters, Eden bolted in a straight line, smashing through several ruined structures as he made his exit.

...

Inside the Sanctum of Purity

On the throne—

The auto-casket's runic display shifted from red to green.

A single pure note rang out—

A sound like a blade slicing through all noise.

The metal tendrils and mechanical restraints began retracting, steam hissing as the sealing mechanisms released.

And then—

A figure emerged from the mist.

A monumental presence.

A being so awe-inspiring that time itself seemed to hold its breath.

A second ago, the throne had held a motionless, pale corpse, lifeless for ten thousand years.

Now, standing before them—

Was Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines.

His towering form radiated unmatched strength—his gaze sharp, calculating, and furious.

Power pulsed through him, his lifeforce rekindled.

In his grasp, the Emperor's Sword burned with an undying flame, its golden light piercing the gloom.

His eyes shone with unyielding wrath.

The Revenger Son had returned.

A silence fell over the temple.

Even as war raged outside, the chamber was deathly still.

None dared breathe.

Every soul present knew—

Something had changed forever.

Then—

The Primarch's icy gaze swept over the assembled warriors.

Then—

He looked past them.

His piercing blue eyes locked onto a specific figure.

The Daemon Eater.

Calgar and Greyfax tensed.

None of them knew how to define this figure.

The Daemon Eater had led alien forces, performed unthinkable miracles, and saved Macragge.

Was he friend or foe?

A savior or a heretic?

But before anyone could answer, the Daemon Eater—

Was already stepping into the warp gate, leaving only a monstrous shadow behind.

Celestine watched his retreating form, her expression unreadable.

Somehow—she knew they would meet again.

Then, at last—

Guilliman spoke.

"...Who was that?"

...

Meanwhile, in Orbit...

BOOM! BOOM!

Chaos reinforcements finally breached the defenses.

Warp-drenched Dreadclaws slammed into the temple, unloading fresh waves of Chaos Marines.

The surviving heretics rushed forward—

Only to freeze in terror.

Because standing in front of them, sword in hand—

Was Roboute Guilliman.

(End of Chapter) (PEAK CINEMA!!)

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