[{"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-169":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},1510961,1962,"Chapter 169: You Are My Brother","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-169",169,"\u003Cp>Fenris, orbited the pale-red K-class star the locals called the \"Wolf's Eye,\" along a highly eccentric elliptical path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took two Terran standard years to complete one orbit, and the Fenrisians called this a \"Great Year.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the brief summer of a Great Year, Leman Russ crossed the sea, dragging behind him an unconscious Iron-Scaled Kraken, humming a tune in Forge-Cant, specifically a Jovik folk song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf King had hunted down an Iron-Scaled Kraken over 23 kilometers long, the second largest known on Fenris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That tall guy called Nareth, that beardless whelp who just arrived on Fenris yesterday, there's no way he found the biggest one in the Sea of Storms.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A broken spear, driven deep into the Kraken's body with brute force, barely harmed the massive sea monster, about as much as a mosquito bite would affect a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blood drew countless Fenrisian sea creatures, swarming toward the wounded Kraken from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A giant sea serpent lunged out, mouth agape, aiming for Leman Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, the Wolf King hurled the Kraken into the air and punched the sea serpent aside, then caught the Kraken as it fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he continued forward, various monstrous sea beasts emerged, only to be swatted away by Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even a Primarch couldn't fend off every single one of the 20+ kilometer serpents at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawn by blood, numerous creatures lunged at the unconscious sea monarch, tearing at it with teeth and claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most failed to break through its iron scales and bony carapace, but one species, Rippers, succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rippers resembled Terra's barracudas but were much larger, capable of devouring a Fenrisian in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the Kraken was mauled by predators, Russ dragged it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, the gunship's hatch opened, and Russ saw the Emperor standing there. He bared his fangs and roared in triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You lost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's thunderous voice echoed across the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ frowned. The Emperor, who had earlier conceded defeat in good spirits, now seemed confident, meaning only one thing: Nareth had hunted the biggest Kraken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is his luck really that good? Or did he use some kind of sorcery?]'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still dragging the Kraken, Russ pressed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alpharius stood beside the Emperor, looking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you said, Russ lost. Nareth won.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ's Kraken was mutilated, still surrounded by scavengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's Kraken, by contrast, was intact, and nearly a quarter longer than Russ's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the two Primarchs were less than a hundred meters apart, Russ saw the beast behind Nareth, and had a bad feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head alone was a fifth wider than the one Russ had caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped his prey and climbed atop its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he leapt across the water to stand before Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You won. And you didn't use sorcery?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth glanced at the soaked talisman on Russ's chest, unimpressed, and replied flatly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn't.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, the Emperor leapt from the ship, no psychic powers, just raw grace, and landed beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He didn't. That was my condition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power in the Emperor's words left no room for doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ laughed heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I lost. When we return to Asaheim, I'll swear loyalty to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor nodded, satisfied. As he expected, the Wolf King, shaped by Fenrisian culture, was a man who accepted victory and defeat with honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Russ turned to Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've earned the title of great hunter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I take back what I said, you are my brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Russ opened his arms for an embrace, Nareth's mind flashed to a future memory:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Campaign of Dulan, the cold-hearted Lion had refused to help Russ restore his honor after being mocked as \"the Emperor's lapdog.\" The two fought for a day and a night without a winner, until Russ laughed, and was knocked out by a single punch from Lion El'Jonson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, every time the Space Wolves met the Dark Angels, it ended in an honor duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's fists itched, but under the Emperor's gaze, he resisted the very tempting urge to knock Russ out cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He subtly sidestepped the pungent Wolf King's embrace and swam toward the intact Kraken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As agreed, your catch is mine now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the future memory, and despite Russ's hypocritical stance of opposing psychic powers while allowing his Gothi's to use \"storm forces\", Nareth would never side with Leman Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anti-psyker camp included Russ, Angron, and Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pro-psyker camp: Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan, and Magnus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth would always side with Sanguinius, not only for political reasons but because the Shadow of Order's unique powers required psykers as cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth had no interest in being Warmaster. The Emperor never asked him to play \"big brother\" either, so he saw no point in putting on Horus's \"brotherly leader\" act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor and Russ both frowned. The Wolf King looked as if he'd just been doused in melted permafrost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's yours,\" Russ muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his words, black aircraft engines roared overhead, descending in an orderly fashion to harvest materials from the two Kraken corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chroniclers came to the now-winter-bound Fenris, using translators to ask locals about the return of the third Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the many versions told, one detail remained consistent:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 819.M30, the Master of Mankind and the lost Eleventh Legion Primarch, Nareth, stepped onto Fenris's frozen soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leman Russ refused to swear allegiance immediately and issued three challenges. The Emperor had to win at least one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost the meat-eating and drinking contests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Monarch of Vostroya, chosen in crisis, defeated the Wolf King in a Kraken-hunting contest by slaying a larger beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leman Russ then swore loyalty to the Emperor and rejoined the Imperium of Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swearing fealty, the Fenrisians, by tradition, began calling the Emperor Allfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To welcome him, Russ ordered a traditional Fenrisian celebration, a feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Allfather sat at the head of the table, Alpharius standing behind him like a sentinel with his spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side sat the Wolf King and the King of Vostroyaoynia, while Fenrisians and the Shadow of Order warriors faced off down the long tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the second day of drinking, seated beside the Wolf King was his most trusted comrade, Jorin, known among the Fenrisians as Bloodhowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black hair flowed down his back, and his face, chiseled like wind-sculpted bedrock, was covered in intersecting scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His weathered skin spoke of a life spent battling blizzards and relentless frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin eyed the black-armored warrior across from him. Having bled with Russ through countless battles, he saw the Wolf King as an unbeatable titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's victory had enraged him. He had no love for the Shadow of Order, and especially not for Sanchez, the chapter master across from him, who radiated a loathsome aura worse than even the white-furred war-bears that once challenged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin downed a massive gulp of mead, the burning in his gut setting his whole body ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mustache bristled as he shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Jorin of Fenris. You're Sanchez, right? Thought so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see who can drink more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor and the three Primarchs felt the tension and turned their gazes on Jorin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Jorin, seated beside Russ.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth immediately recognized him, the future Wolf Lord of the 13th Great Company, leader of the most honored and loyal of the Wolf King's forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Vostroyans, Jorin and Russ's closest companions all would undergo Astartes implantation surgeries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though older and larger than recruits like Bisesni, they faced the horrific procedures without fear, ready to die for the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few survived. Those that did became the earliest officers of the Space Wolves, Jorin the most exceptional among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth turned his gaze to Sanchez, curious how the Reaper Lord would respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the Emperor and the Primarchs watching, Sanchez smiled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure. But the loser will definitely be you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone sensed the confidence and the open provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrisians' mustaches bristled in outrage, their eyes filled with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ frowned. He knew Jorin would lose. Though he was a heavy drinker, he couldn't outdrink an Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wanting Fenris to suffer another blow to its pride, Russ stepped in:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drinking's dull. If you must compete, make it a hunt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Russ had accepted defeat, he still believed Nareth had only won because of the Allfather's favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sapphire eyes sparkled with challenge as he looked at Nareth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well? Shall your warrior and a Fenrisian hunter compete once more?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agreed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth had complete confidence in Sanchez; the hunter would win again.\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>",1426,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","bfd9450ff0bf2db7c050dc594d49948082bd2ede95d6144857c6cfb5bea87819","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-494","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-493",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]