Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Chapter 466 - 467: The Imperial Regent: “Brother Eden, you must stop all of this!”

The Kolly Family's pilgrimage procession continued forward, with more and more residents joining in.They were moved by the sacred atmosphere, and smiles gradually returned to their faces.

Especially the filthy children—they followed eagerly, as if the gloom that had hung over them for days or even longer had finally been lifted. -wide famine."

Their plan: destroy all grain silos and water treatment plants—throwing Holy Terra into starvation.

Sure, the Savior could feed his army.

But he couldn't feed all of Terra in such short order.

Their control of the planetary shipping fleet remained intact, and they had stockpiles of food.

When desperation gripped the people, they would arrive with supplies—garnering gratitude and proving who truly held Terra's lifeline.

"But the Savior has the Webway and many supply fleets. He can import resources…" the Father of Novas protested.

Everyone had seen the Savior's logistics fleets entering the Sol System.

"I know that. I don't need you to remind me," Violeta snapped.

"That's why I had you deploy your armed fleets in advance. Even if the Savior tries to bring in supplies, he won't be fast enough.

And more importantly, we'll intercept and destroy his fleets—make it look like an alien pirate attack."

"His ships are lightly armed. They can't resist a real assault."

Terra's supply lines were already stretched thin.

If the basic reserves were destroyed—

A famine would set in within days. There's no way the Savior could respond in time.

Even if he tried, they'd blast his shipments to bits.

Yes, there would be sacrifices—thousands would die in hunger and chaos.

But that was acceptable collateral.

Violeta turned to Admiral Mereda, a High Lord and commander of the Imperial Navy.

"Can you secure the Sol System's outer routes?"

"By the Emperor, if the Savior's fleets approach, I'll erase them."

The Admiral spoke with total confidence.

He had a fleet of loyalist warships and control of numerous orbital bastions and surveillance systems.

He could destroy the Savior's convoys and wipe the data clean—no trace left for investigation.

Besides, once their faction won, who would dare investigate the Luminous Concord?

Imperial law couldn't touch a High Lord.

Because High Lords are the law. They write it, enforce it, and decide its meaning.

…

Then came thunderous explosions.

Grain silos and water plants across Holy Terra were obliterated. Black smoke rose, turning the already-dim skies even grayer.

Rumors spread: it had been the Savior's army, destroying infrastructure during their purge of rebels.

Uproar followed.

Hives that had only just calmed down were now on the edge of fresh unrest.

"Tch… which genius came up with this?"

Eden inhaled sharply as he read the reports.

Frowning, he instructed Tarko: "Well, no helping it. Recall all our agents—quickly!"

Ironically, he'd just been preparing a covert op to seize those same silo zones—to consolidate Terra's resource control.

But now? The enemy had done the job for him.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he had moles inside the Luminous Concord.

Eden was even tempted to send them a thank you banner.

Objectively speaking, their strategy was correct.

Destroying food and water reserves meant even the Savior's logistics arm couldn't meet the shortfall fast enough.

It was like losing the rations of entire sectors—impossible to compensate on short notice.

But Eden had always planned to feed all of Terra.

As the saying goes: "He who feeds you, earns your loyalty."

Once the administrators, soldiers, and citizens of Terra started eating Savior-branded rations, they'd know who to thank.

Back in the day, trying to supply your own resources for the people?

That was suspicious—an attempt to usurp power.

The High Lords would never allow it, even if your food was better—and free.

But now, they had panicked and given him the perfect opportunity.

Their stockpiles burned? So be it. From now on, all of Terra's supplies would come from the Savior.

Then, just as Eden was finalizing his next moves, more reports arrived.

The opposition had struck again.

Now, all departmental supply chains had halted.

Violeta and other High Lords stepped forward—

Offering to use their personal reserves to temporarily feed core departments.

But that wouldn't last.

The crisis was growing.

They demanded the Savior end martial law, lift all restrictions, and cease the purges—so departments could resume distribution.

Eden refused.

However, he did allow the departments to requisition supplies if they could.

But under pressure, fear, and manipulation by their supervisors—

Billions of administrative workers across Terra began to oppose the Savior's regime.

They were already wary of reform, afraid of losing their hereditary posts.

With martial law, their workloads had spiked.

Now their food was gone—and this was the Savior's fault!

Manipulated and enraged, they launched a massive strike.

"Let the Savior, this new Vandire, see what happens without us!"

Holy Terra—Throneworld and imperial heart—was paralyzed.

Its shutdown would ripple outward across the entire Imperium.

Eden was caught off guard by such a drastic maneuver.

He hadn't expected the High Lords to go this far—to gamble with humanity's future—just to protect their power.

The Imperium truly had become their private estate.

As this crisis deepened—

Several moderate High Lords urged the Savior to compromise, surrender to the Luminous Concord, and withdraw from Terra.

They even promised that his domain wouldn't be punished.

That made Eden laugh in disbelief.

He had bled for this reform—trying to turn Terra into a world like Urth, to lift the Imperium out of its decay and bring prosperity.

Yet it was the opposition endangering humanity's survival.

And now they told him to "think of the bigger picture"?

Did they think he was a soft target? Easy prey for threats?

…

Even the Lord Regent, suffering a mild cold, was deeply alarmed and immediately contacted the Savior.

"My brother… perhaps it's time to stop all this…"

Roboute Guilliman's eyes held guilt and sorrow.

"I must restore stability to Terra. I'll try to balance the opposition, secure you a seat in the Senatorum Imperialis—to avoid a civil war."

He was full of grief.

Like Eden, he too had tried reform—and failed.

Ambitious men were using their father's empire to strangle the Primarchs—forcing them into concessions.

Eden scoffed.

"Old Robby… Terra's finished. Why don't we go start a Second Imperium together?"

He half-joked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Now's not the time for jokes," Guilliman shook his head. "A Second Imperium would mean open war."

He paused, waiting for Eden's reply. "The situation is rotting fast. You need to lift martial law—and respond soon."

"…Sorry. I refuse."

Eden's tone turned cold after a moment's silence.

"I extended a hand in goodwill—but they trampled it.

I'm done playing games.

If they want death, then my armies will give them death. I will burn Holy Terra to the ground."

(End of Chapter)

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