[{"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-150":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},1511099,1962,"Chapter 150: “Harvest Priestess”","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-150",150,"\u003Cp>Along the way, Marlena kept a vigilant watch on her surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Exodites living in the Triken system had been crushed, but small roaming bands remained. From time to time, they launched raids on human territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they hadn't slowed the system's overall development, they had still caused considerable losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Harvest Priestess\" was increasingly suspicious, especially about the strange blight afflicting the crops at Farm No. 5. Neither the Tech-Priests nor the \"Planters\" could solve it, which led her to suspect Exodite sabotage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she pondered this, the runes on her aircraft blinked; the craft had arrived at Farm No. 5.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Planter\" Kerri was waiting in the aircraft docking zone near the farm. Upon seeing Marlena land, she quickly approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ma'am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kerri, lead the way. I want to inspect the crops,\" Marlena said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With bronze-hued skin, Kerri stepped aside to guide her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Per your instructions, I selected oats and beets, both suited to this world's conditions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This planet's soil is fertile, its sunlight and moisture are ideal for crop growth, perhaps even better than anywhere on our cradle world, Symphony of the Sea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The crops were thriving… until three days ago. They suddenly began to wither.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Planter\" frowned deeply, her confusion evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've tended the fields diligently, never slacked off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After the blight appeared, the Tech-Priest and I worked hard to find the cause, but we still haven't figured it out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, they reached the fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerri walked to a sack of seeds. \"Ma'am, I've prepared new seeds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Harvest Priestess\" nodded. She stepped toward the cone-shaped, withering crops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, she needed to diagnose the problem. Her tea-brown irises darkened, gazing into the dying plants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her vision, the plants' shapes warped. Yellow light was covered by a strange gray-black hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'As expected, something is wrong.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since her promotion from \"Doctor\" to \"Harvest Priestess,\" her healing abilities had expanded; she could now cure diseases afflicting plants and farmland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can heal them,\" she said and prepared to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Marlena frowned. She sensed something rapidly approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up to see dinosaurs charging toward them, ridden by tall Exodite warriors whose faces were painted in wild tribal markings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They held wooden spears and shrieked piercing war cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The culprits have arrived,\" Marlena said calmly. \"Hand me that seed bag.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerri quickly picked it up and handed it to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the two human women, the Exodites scattered and began to flank them from both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Harvest Priestess\" reached into the bag, grabbed a handful of seeds, and infused them with spiritual energy, rapidly catalyzing their latent life force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, vines burst forth and spread outward, entangling the dinosaurs and their riders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a dozen Exodites were caught off guard. They twisted their powerful arms, struggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vines couldn't hold such strong foes for long, but Marlena had bought enough time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew her staff from her back, raised her left hand high, and flung a specially bred, mutating spiked vine with her right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After becoming \"Harvest Priestess,\" Marlena had cultivated several unique plants for battle, which she carried with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychic lightning slashed across the sky, striking the Exodite riders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They screamed and fell from their mounts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Marlena raised her right foot and stomped heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiritual energy surged through her high-heeled boots into the mutant vines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They grew wildly; what had been a forearm-length vine became a thicket of thorns, wrapping around the Exodite warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vines constricted them, and countless spikes suddenly shot out, piercing their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Amazing, ma'am!\" Kerri gasped, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plants moved like extensions of her body, growing, twisting, and killing at her will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now… It's time to heal the crops and the farmland,\" the \"Harvest Priestess\" said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed her right hand to the ground. Spiritual energy radiated outward. Within a 30-meter radius around her, the gray-black soil turned back to its original rich brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rye stood tall again, long spikes like wolf tails, and full, dark purple husks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the rye grew beets, shedding their lifeless color. Their spindle-shaped roots, ringed with vascular bundles, formed vivid red ripples on the cross-sections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Marlena healed the land, far away in the Triken system's outer defenses, the First Chapter's fleet maneuvered in a standoff with the Saim-Hann Aeldar Craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red Craftworld was far larger than Howard's flagship, faster, more agile, and even more nimble in its turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the numerical advantage of the First Chapter's ships wasn't helping. Howard tried multiple formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, the Aeldar Craftworld slithered through the gaps just before the net closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Precognition!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From prior interrogations, Howard had gained some understanding of the Eldar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their craftworld was led by \"Farseers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful psykers among the Aeldar, these prophets used Divination to foresee and manipulate events, ensuring their species' survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard recalled the interrogation where an Aeldar Seer, after spilling secrets, glared at him in hatred. Blood dripping from his mouth, he shouted with his last breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mon-keighs… even if you… find the Vigilus Star…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That world… will never… belong… to you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only death… awaits you… and that Mon-keigh… Nareth…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard clenched his fist, fury in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Father said: Find the weak point. Strike the enemy there.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The arrogant Aeldars looked down on us. Their pride… is their weakness.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard stared at the holographic display, his mind racing as he devised a bait strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened a command channel and gave orders:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Turn to heading 1-8-5, starboard 2.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Escort ship Orlando, turn to 3-7-1, starboard 4.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In 2 hours 19 minutes, concentrated fire on coordinate 6-1-4.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard had decided: lay the bait, and strike hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Chapter's main ship and twele escort and destroyer ships spread out, forming a net, closing in on the Aeldar Craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arbiter Lord guided his flagship toward the lower edge of the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This left the upper ships exposed, but he believed the proud Aeldars wouldn't resist such bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirteen black ships surged toward the craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as it entered firing range, the craftworld began to move, graceful and swift, dodging brilliant light-lances and dense torpedo barrages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldar Farseer's eyes were deep and distant. To him, the warp was like an open canvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red lines flickered across it, danger threads, enemy fire paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it, in his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like before, the craftworld lunged at its Mon-keigh prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Farseer was about to give the attack order, a chill ran through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Something's wrong. The Mon-keigh fleet had been manipulated before, but never showed this obvious a flaw.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's a trap!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last second, he changed the command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red ark turned just before stepping into the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four battleships from the First Chapter landed direct hits on the craftworld's underside, but were repelled by the shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the rest of the fleet's firepower narrowly missed the world-ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard clenched his fists tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Damn it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The treacherous, serpent-worshiping Aeldar had slipped out of the trap at the last second.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, his earpiece buzzed with the excited voice of the Master of Vox:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, the Primarch has arrived!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you enjoy the story, my p@treon is 30 chapters ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[email protected]\u002FDaoistJinzu\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","1411e79b0aeb550d92bfe7a99b0fe2aa1af90da0bf25a95b713c6358fc0d4d9e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-351","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-149",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]