[{"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-175":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},1510972,1962,"Chapter 175: Hunting the Witherwing","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>Sanchez and Jorin began climbing Mount Eitr from different directions simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were riding thunderwolves, ascending the sheer cliff face with ease. What would be an impossible climb for ordinary people was like a flat plain to the thunderwolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez's thunderwolf was larger and faster than the Fenrisians', gradually widening the gap between the two men. By the time Sanchez reached the summit, he was several kilometers ahead of Jorin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the peak, which measured less than a square kilometer, Sanchez surveyed the area. The frigid wind howled across the ice-covered rocks, producing a sharp and shrill wail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Hunter\" fixed his black eyes on the prey lying atop the rocks, a creature with a wingspan over ten meters, covered in crystalline ice membranes. Its jagged wing edges resembled serrated ice blades, reflecting a faint, cold blue glow like twin floating scythes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Fenris' most dangerous dragons: the Ice Dragon known as Witherwing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky's apex predator of Fenris spotted the ground's apex predator intruding upon its territory. It flapped its wings and stood upright on its crystalline body, unleashing an enraged bellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AWOO!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunderwolf howled back, striding into a hunting charge, closing in on Witherwing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Climbing the cliff, Jorin heard the dragon's roar and the thunderwolf's howl. His expression shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Jorin swung his axe and slashed a forearm-sized gash into his thunderwolf's side. The blood froze instantly from the chill, and the pain sent the beast into a full sprint toward the summit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the summit, Sanchez's thunderwolf dodged Witherwing's first strike. The \"Hunter\" spotted his opening, planted his legs, and leapt toward the ice dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witherwing missed and took to the air, veering to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez's power sword, glowing with blue light, slashed into the dragon's left wing. The disruption field tore through the icy membrane, splattering ink-black blood into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounded, Witherwing quickly recognized the human with the sword as a threat no lesser than the thunderwolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising its long, spear-like head, its mouth revealed rows of jagged, ice-crystal fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It inhaled deeply, and Sanchez's thunderwolf was nearly dragged into the air by the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez bent his knees and grounded himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a frigid gleam in its eyes, Witherwing exhaled a cloud of freezing mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez and his thunderwolf began to slow, their blood seemingly frozen in their veins, their movements turning sluggish and sticky like caught in spiderwebs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez's mind sharpened. His gyrinx's black eyes flickered, and it raised a paw:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Accelerate metabolism!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, man and beast's blood surged, and their speed spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunderwolf lunged, clamping its jaws around the ice dragon's neck, its claws gripping tightly to the dense scales like fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez struck again, his sword cleaving through the right wing with a burst of tearing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staggering, the wounded Witherwing tried to retreat into the sky, but it could sense death approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A flying lizard like you dares abandon your territory? Don't you run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Provoker's\" psychic energy drained rapidly. Witherwing didn't understand the insult, but some primal instinct as a sky-predator told it that it had been humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It let out a furious roar and turned back, diving at the \"Provoker\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This human was insufferable. Witherwing had never hated a creature more. Even if it had to die, it would take him with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Hunter\" took three bounding strides toward the dragon, then frowned. He saw a spinning axe like a windmill soaring toward the dragon's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez's enhanced senses locked on immediately, on the thunderwolf and Jorin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If Jorin lands that strike, who gets the kill credit becomes murky.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Hunter\" would not allow his prey to be stolen, nor endure the shame of being upstaged by a Fenrisian; such an insult would stain the Legion and their Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through a psychic link, Sanchez sent an order to his gyrinx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its paw and slammed it into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, nearly invisible psychic pulse swept across the entire mountaintop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Witherwing, the axe, Jorin, and his thunderwolf all froze briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an Astartes, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez sprinted forward, vaulted into the air, and cleaved his sword into the dragon's skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disruption field shredded the scales, and the dragon's head came crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, the spinning axe struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez extended his left hand and caught the axe handle mid-air with precision, hurling it to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said in Vlka:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jorin, you're too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin's windburned face darkened further. Still just a mortal, he hadn't even perceived the moment the gyrinx used its psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The physical gap between us is too great. If only I were an Astartes too, I wouldn't have lost to him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin clenched his fists. His desire for the gene-modification promised by the Wolf King grew even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Sanchez was hunting the ice dragon, elsewhere at the volcanic mouth of the Sea of Storms, Szczesny began his own drake hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned from the Fenrisians that a breed of drake called Drakhs circled the geothermal vents in winter for warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szczesny contacted the Techmarines to create a specialized capture device for the hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three longships were equipped, he led the fleet near the volcano. In the skies above, hundreds of drakes could be seen soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five nautical miles from the volcano, the \"Seafarer\" stood at the prow, quickly analyzing the sea and volcano conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued orders for the other two longships to split and flank the volcano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One nautical mile out, he gave the order:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the bows of the longships, five \"Sailors\" manning massive ballista-like devices launched their harpoons at the drakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the harpoons came within a dozen meters, onboard sensors activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harpoons used Jogallian arc-thrower tech, and electrical discharges struck the drakes, stunning them mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large net enveloped them, and the Shadows of Order quickly reeled them in with rotary winches, dragging the stunned drakes into the sea before they could fall into the volcano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Astartes quickly organized Fenrisians to jump in and retrieve the downed drakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other drakes, enraged by their kin's capture, attacked the longships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they flew straight into the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the \"Seafarer's\" command, the three ships formed a ring and ensnared more drakes. Few escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the hunt ended, Szczesny summoned a transport ship to deliver the drakes to the Throne of Shadow's Soveriegnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, Nareth received more game from both the Sea of Storms and Asaheim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, it was all sea creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as more \"Hunters\" entered Asaheim, land beasts like mammoths began to increase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most valuable of them all was the Drakhs, the key ingredient in the Potion of the seventh sequence \"Pyromaniac\" of the Red Priest Pathway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth sent all the captured drakes to the Kingdom of Disorder, thinking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I've gathered all the ingredients for the \"Pyromaniac\" potion, but Sanchez only recently advanced. He'll still need time to digest the \"Provoker.\" potion'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he pondered this, Sanchez returned to the Wolf King's court, his thunderwolf bearing the bound corpse of Witherwing.\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>",1187,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","3cd67f7498dd54e0637b2c033a1625284fa49556086b0ab3f66599463dcb9434","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-499","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-174",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]