[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor":3,"chapter-warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: The 11th Primarch - The Black Emperor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1510761,1962,"Chapter 12: \"The Barbarian\"","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>The finest craftsman of Hantmann West Dome's handmade lasgun fired two bright beams of light. Two beams shot out nearly simultaneously, piercing precisely through the eyes of an Ogryn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, the kid's spotted us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guide shouted toward the tallest of the Ogryns—at least a head taller than the rest, who was smart enough to count to five, earning him the nickname \"Smart Head.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charge! Kill him, or we're all dead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smart Head\" swung his massive club and roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SMASH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MEAT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the Ogryns excitedly echoed with cries of \"Smash\" and \"Meat!\"—and another massive brute fell dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogryns have large strides; a few steps for them is a sprint for an average person. When charging at full speed, they resemble humanoid tanks in a siege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were no match for Nareth's bullets. Terrain, distance, the Ogryns' speed and size, all these variables were processed in his mind, forming a combat model in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Ogryns lunged forward, only to be met with four precise lasgun beams, piercing through them like they had thrown themselves into the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smart Head\" reacted quickly, using his left arm to shield his eyes while zigzagging in an S-shaped pattern as he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, he wasn't hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the two guides had already lost their confidence. Nareth's marksmanship was too terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had heard from the well-informed arbiters that injuries lethal to ordinary humans wouldn't even faze an Ogryn. Their thick hides made laser shots nothing more than superficial wounds, barely able to cause a blood hole. That's why Dimitrov was so confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Nareth's every shot struck the Ogryns' most vulnerable spot—their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether ambushed while standing still or charging at full speed, the result was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering Nareth's kill count over the twenty work cycles, the guides' courage shattered. They turned and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cowards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain of Estupiñán's Guard Squad glanced at them with contempt. He was filled with resentment; his master hadn't trusted them and instead brought in these brainless Ogryns, reducing the guards to mere support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Intelligence! Discipline! These are the true essence of combat!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain barked an order: \"Open fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty elite guards unleashed a hail of bullets toward Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the next moment, the two fleeing men's heads exploded, their corpses slumping to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain's eyes widened. The kid had dodged their barrage while simultaneously gunning down the deserters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly ducked behind an abandoned machine bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard turned at the sudden silence, only to see his captain's skull split open, eyes wide in death—before darkness claimed him too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time \"Smart Head\" reached the passage entrance, everyone behind him was dead—but he didn't notice or care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could think about was smashing the boy and eating meat afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the boy draw a chainsword and wait at the tunnel's mouth, \"Smart Head\" swung his club down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud crash, the club hit the wall above the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth had baited the strike, using the environment to his advantage. The moment the Ogryn's attack was obstructed, he lunged—the roaring chainsword carving into the brute's thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARGH! HURTS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ogryn howled as nearly a quarter of his thigh was torn away, bone now visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SMASH YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, \"Smart Head\" aimed better. His club missed the wall but hit a metal pipe in the tunnel, leaving a massive dent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth moved skillfully around the Ogryn, using the tight passage to his advantage. \"Smart Head\" was as tall as the tunnel itself; swinging his club became increasingly awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each swing of the chainsword carved deeper into the Ogryn's legs, linking wounds together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous crash, \"Smart Head\" collapsed, only then realizing his legs were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get two teams, one to carry him back, one to guard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember, don't damage his arms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two teams quickly arrived at the passage. Up close, the half-dead Ogryn's sheer bulk was staggering—even the best-fed among them were dwarfed four or five times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the main ingredient was hauled away, Nareth gestured to Bukayo, who was staring at him in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lead the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bukayo puffed out his chest and marched ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group advanced until dense spiderwebs filled their path. Bukayo lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, we're less than a kilometer from the abandoned dome where the Spider's Nest is. We're already in its hunting range.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth nodded slightly. His enhanced senses pierced through the webs, locking onto the lurking monstrosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Burn it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten gang members hurled their Molotovs forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of bottles enhanced with promethium ignited into a raging fire. The webs melted like wax, vanishing rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disfigured, charred corpse dropped to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke stung the men's eyes. They hastily donned respirators. When their vision cleared, the horror before them became apparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground was littered with shattered bones—not a single one intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bukayo swallowed hard. \"Boss, during scouting, I once saw the Black Widow feeding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's over twenty meters tall. Its lung sacs—each the size of three or four grown men.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When it inhales and exhales, the sound is piercing and dizzying. If the wind hits you, your bones can shatter—you fall, helpless, just waiting for death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth glanced at Bukayo. The boy had witnessed such terror yet remained composed potential indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze returned forward. The Black Widow was nearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spread out and attack. Avoid the lung sacs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rat-catcher teams dispersed, taking cover behind ruined machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive shadow loomed above, crawling along the ceiling. Its pulsating lung sac hung mere meters above the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One rat-catcher's hand trembled, his finger slipped on the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stray shot struck the lung sac.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's eyes narrowed, but the bullet ricocheted off, the sac merely quivering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'As expected of a Sequence 8 potion's main ingredient—far tougher than ordinary lungs.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lung Spider's fourteen eyes gleamed coldly. Its sac expanded—a hurricane-force inhale\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as it prepared to unleash its deadly breath\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lasbeam speared through one of its eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other materials were already gathered. He didn't need the spider alive—just its lung sac.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spider's remaining thirteen eyes locked onto the youth below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment their gazes met, its body shuddered. Instinct screamed that this boy was deadlier than all the others combined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tunnel shook as if struck by artillery. Bukayo and the others barely kept their footing as the shockwave obliterated cover into shrapnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BOSS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bukayo's heart clenched. Since fleeing to the underhive, he'd struggled to survive—one meal for every three days of starvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Nareth had changed that. Life was still hard, but at least he ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the boss died, the gang would fracture. He couldn't go back to that hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing beam cut through the darkness, and the spider's next eye burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He's alive!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shot after shot flashed. By the time the smoke cleared, the Black Widow was blind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It inhaled deeply, unleashing shockwaves in desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aim for its legs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's command snapped them into action. Gunfire riddled the spider's limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blinded beast thrashed wildly, claiming four rat-catchers before finally collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth sawed off the lung sac, ordering four men to carry it back to Magnitogorsk Steelworks Foundry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, he began brewing the \"Barbarian\" potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed spine crystals into the Vosvoth inside furnace, which erupted in blinding light. The added Mittal steel then quickly melted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the spider lung was added, the furnace roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I hope it doesn't explode...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thought, though his hands moved swiftly, tossing in Smart Head's arms next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roaring ceased. A dazzling black light burst forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it faded, he scooped out a black gel-like substance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blend was perfect, no residue left in the furnace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth tilted his head back and drank the Sequence 8 \"Barbarian\" potion.\u003C\u002Fp>",1297,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.489Z",1,"novelbin.me","29edfb59c25effb98a1034a35d83cdc85a7999cecf15760e56a85ad9d938974e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-13","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-11",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]