[{"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-152":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},1510928,1962,"Chapter 152: The Prophecy That Terrified the Farseer","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-152",152,"\u003Cp>The holofield activated by the Saim-Hann craftworld was completely ineffective at hiding from the Primarch's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked tightly onto the Aeldar ark, and he issued rapid commands:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adjust coordinates to 9-8-5, starboard 3.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his command, the Throne of Shadow's Sovereignty continually corrected its course, tracking the ark's path without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Light lance, fire at 1-4-2, starboard 5.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black void-born behemoth \"spat out\" a brilliant beam of light, forcing the red, serpent-like vessel to swerve in evasive maneuvers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not merely a chase; it was a confrontation in the void between a Primarch and a Farseer leading a craftworld. A battle of insight against foresight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the \"Fall of the Aeldar,\" Aeldar arks were massive trade vessels capable of hosting self-sustaining communities of hundreds of Aeldar families. These communities would typically return to mainstream Aeldar civilization only three or four times in a millennium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Fall, the craftworlds became sanctuaries for the remnants of the Aeldar race, and their sizes grew rapidly, now tens or even hundreds of times their original scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, they contained Webway portals linking them to each other and to millions of other planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive spaceports dotted the exterior of the craftworld, releasing fleets and flyers through the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind jetbike riders and Vyper skimmer pilots gathered in clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Aeldar within a clan shared blood ties. They smeared blood across their faces, drank from their kin's wrists, and siblings boarded the flyers together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jetbikes and skimmers launched from the colossal spaceports into the void, charging toward the Crown of Sovereignty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana Pauline finally found her moment to shine. Until now, she had played a minor role in this engagement with the Aeldar craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain calmly directed the defense turrets, constructing an anti-air network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incoming red aircraft, like moths to a flame, were shredded by dense flak fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second, red flyers trailed flames like kites with cut strings, crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Diana wasn't content with only a defense, she mobilized strike fighters and gunboats for a concentrated counterattack, like a heavy punch slamming into the Aeldar formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saim-Hann clans bore V-shaped or striped patterns as identifiers. The clan targeted by Diana had two interlinked diamonds as its symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The riders piloted their elegant skimmers straight into the human fighter squadrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They aimed their shuriken cannons at the \"monkey\" fighters, firing hunter nets that blanketed large areas, mockingly watching the foolish Mon-Keigh plow straight into their web of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auxiliary strike fighters had no way to dodge, and didn't even try. The pilots shouted oaths to the Emperor and the Primarch, firing angry volleys at the alien skimmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldar pilots were shocked to discover that the humans didn't even attempt to evade the shuriken nets. They fought like cold, calculating machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vyper skimmers weaved gracefully, dodging with agility, but the sheer density of fire saturated entire sectors of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One clan rider piloted his craft with expert skill, dodging six cannon shells in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he soon realized, his maneuvering space was dwindling. Shells and friendly skimmers alike hemmed him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing another shell incoming, he tensed his arm and yanked the controls, evading smoothly and elegantly, even in haste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next shell had no appreciation for elegance. It crashed into the skimmer, tearing it apart mid-arc. The wreckage exploded, indistinguishable from the debris of the \"ugly Mon-keigh machines.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty other red skimmers were similarly torn apart, their remains scattered across the cold void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldar pilots realized that the price they paid in the first exchange was not so different from the mon-keigh they once scorned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their complex, sensitive emotions were overwhelmed by grief at the deaths of blood relatives, but also tinged with respect for the courage of the Mon-Keighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barbaric and primitive their tactics may have been, but their bravery was admirable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second round of aerial combat erupted. Human fighters launched a barrage of covering fire while the Astartes struck from the flanks with surgical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shadows of Order targeted the skimmers, unleashing ruthless, lethal blows on the weaving Aeldar craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan's war leader emerged from the firestorm, consumed by grief, his kin, his clan, nearly wiped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to stay focused as the Mon-Keighs launched a new wave of attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged the incoming fire with grace, but sensed his kin falling behind him, swallowed by the cold metal rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he felt it; he had been locked on by four human gunships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No escape.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war leader and his elegant vehicle were torn apart by blazing shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a three-stage strategy, concentration of force, disruption of formation, then final execution, Diana annihilated four Saim-Hann clans in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Farseer realized that Saim-Hann's traditional lightning-fast air assault tactics had been completely and mercilessly countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The larger space battle was also deviating from the future he had foreseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several of the enemy battleships possessed strange weapons mounted on their flanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fired aether fields that shredded the holographic cloaking of Aeldar ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never encountered such bizarre weaponry, nor had he foreseen that Nareth's fleet would possess such advanced technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all previous encounters in the Segmentum Pacificus, no human ship had such cannons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Nareth's exclusive weapon technology!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Farseer's eyes filled with a terrifying vision, countless black battleships firing brilliant aether beams, exposing and destroying Saim-Hann's red ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the craftworld breached, red-armored Aeldar lying dead in pools of their own blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future the threads of fate showed him filled him with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His meddling with Saim-Hann's fate had attracted a terrifying enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Farseer made a decisive choice: abandon the attack on Nareth, abandon the Vigilus System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would search once more through the threads of fate for a world where Saim-Hann could forge its future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With bitterness, he gave the order: \"Retreat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldar warships began regrouping with their craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth immediately noticed several ships approaching the ark and docking into its massive spaceport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They're trying to run!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch would not let the Saim-Hann ark escape so easily. Despite their apparent success, the Eleventh Legion had paid a heavier price overall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so far, the Throne of Shadow's Sovereignity had not fully locked on to the craftworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch keenly realized this delay was due to how his orders had to pass through officers before reaching the crew, adding unnecessary lag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officers and crew had executed efficiently, but not fast enough to beat a Farseer's precognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red Aeldar ark still slipped from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To defeat Saim-Hann's craftworld, he needed to be faster, more lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch's consciousness spread across the entire battleship.\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>",1122,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","52e2ca432d7af4199b91bc911acb5ba8b5bc100bc17ea4c8921b5d412413f80e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-153","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-477",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]