[{"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-193":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},1510992,1962,"Chapter 193: The Gravedigger","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-193",193,"\u003Cp>The third layer of space in the Kingdom of Disorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the silver spiral tower, the black wolf, after countless cycles of nightmare reincarnation, had completely abandoned the thought of escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been waiting for the black-armored giant to appear, but he never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf could no longer tell how much time had passed. It could sense that time flowed here, but not like the outside world; there was no distinction between light and dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place it was trapped in was shaped by some strange rule, forced into an endlessly repeating scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like the dreamscapes it itself once created: an independent space where \"a day\" was impossible to define.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazed and half-asleep, the black wolf didn't know how long it had been until footsteps sounded in its ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it suspected it was still in the nightmare, until the black-armored giant came to its side. Only then did it weakly turn its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf's pupils contracted. It saw a scene completely different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-armored giant appeared before it, holding aloft something that looked like amber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf sprang up instantly, torn between dread and expectation. It hoped the nightmare was ending, yet feared it was only another illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stammered: \"I really… I sincerely want to be your pet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth spoke. He hadn't sensed the wolf's sincerity, but rather felt the invisible threads binding it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the black wolf had already formed the first link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's lips curled faintly. He told the wolf, \"Hungry, aren't you? I brought you food.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Compared to those humans under the dome, this one's dream is richer, more layered, a far tastier meal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf's heart churned at his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It nearly drooled like the bestial wolves, but managed to restrain its instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was once the Eight-Legged Black Wolf, worshiped by millions. It was no mere beast. It was a myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf fought to maintain its dignity, to not appear as a ravenous animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am willing to serve my master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth nodded slightly. He infused spirit into his power gauntlet, releasing the restraints that bound Slau Dha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Autarch awoke slowly, still disoriented. Before he could comprehend where he was, Nareth and the black wolf vanished from sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slau Dha suddenly found himself standing in a whirl of swirling colors. From the void, an evil claw reached for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the wicked hand of Slaneesh\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the black wolf dragged Slau Dha into the dream, it discovered that crafting nightmares to instill fear in its food was not easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just forming the claw consumed a huge amount of strength; to construct a complete likeness of the prey was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the prey's own shaken spirit, the dream might already have been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This food is delicious! Its fear is so much more varied than that of humans. For the first time, I realize, fear comes in so many flavors. The fear of prey before its predator, the fear of mortals before gods…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf devoured greedily, \"chewing\" the prey like tender steak and fresh vegetables. Its hunger faded quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth observed the wolf's trembling body gradually calm; it had successfully dragged Slau Dha into its dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch acted. His consciousness extended, spreading toward Slau Dha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the nightmare, Slau Dha's defenses were wide open. Nareth's awareness seeped effortlessly into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Primarch began excavating Slau Dha's psychic treasures, on Necromunda, Adams received word from Leandro Hemar: a massive necropolis had been found in the Fourth Hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams, suspecting that the necropolis of the Iron Lords might hold mechanical creations, spoils belonging to the Techmarines, contacted Rosicky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they traveled to the Fourth Hive, where, deep in the foul underhive, they met Leandro Hemar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapidly rising Hemar family was now seen by many Necromundans as a ruling house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leandro himself had become the most powerful man on Necromunda. For someone of his rank to personally descend into the filthy underhive was unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the governor came himself. He knew well that the Shadow of Order was Necromunda's true master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leandro bowed before Adams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, I had meant to send my men to retrieve everything from the tomb and offer it to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But once inside, they were attacked by the walking dead. The losses were heavy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing the Death Lord might not understand local traditions, Leandro explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, Necromunda has always had a culture of the dead. When food shipments failed to arrive on time, starving workers even resorted to cannibalism.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They formed a shamanistic sect called the Corpse-Grinders, worshipping a being known as the Lord of Flesh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, tapping on his dataslate to display a recording.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This funerary culture was brought here by the first colonists more than five thousand years ago. In that age, nobles were buried with their servants and slaves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That practice has long since died out. This tomb must be at least four thousand years old.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the images, Adams saw tattered, pale-skinned corpses staggering forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These tomb-servants, for some reason, became walking corpses. Fearless of death, bullets, and lasfire could not stop them. Even torn apart, they dragged their bodies forward. My men suffered terrible casualties.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I dared not use flamers or similar weapons, for they might destroy what lies within the tomb. Surely, my lord, that is not what you would want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the Gravedigger's eyes gleamed. It was the first time he had encountered the walking dead, and immediately, he was intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams gazed toward the necropolis. Its entrance was a round gate with eight metal spider-legs splayed open, revealing the deep darkness within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, he reconstructed the door's original form: a metal disc with retracted spider-legs, exactly like the sigil of the Araneus Continuity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Lymans Ear, the Shadow of Order distinguished the shuffling steps of corpses inside and the dry rustle of spiders crawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Rosicky, who was studying the surrounding structures: \"The Gene-Father granted me a gift. To those corpses, I will seem one of their own. I will enter alone to scout.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forge Lord lowered his gaze, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have been developing a short-range teleport device, based on Mars' armor-teleport research combined with the Araneus Continuity portal technology.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've tested it fifty-two times, all successful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once activated, it can target-teleport within ten kilometers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hours later, Rosicky commanded Techmarines and servitors to erect three adamantium pillars at the necropolis gate, installing the teleport device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams removed his power armor, replacing it with an experimental teleport harness fitted to his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the suppression of its life-support systems, the Gravedigger's chill aura spread unchecked, soaking the thin metal armor in icy dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gravedigger strode into the main tomb. The stench of rot and death engulfed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt nothing. In his darkened gaze, the tomb was perfectly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him shuffled a band of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes were unfocused as they staggered down the passage, colliding with walls and each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gravedigger entered their midst, weaving through them, even bumping into some. Not a single corpse struck at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he had been the Corpse Collector, his body temperature was already low, but not yet corpse-cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, ascended as the Gravedigger, his flesh was ice itself. Among the dead, he was indistinguishable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed onward. The passage widened until it opened into a circular burial plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From pits in the ground, corpses crawled out. Others stumbled and fell into the void.\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>",1275,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","2ad1314440614903e5a88a840480e9ac9c5d0f695e20cf07c19ad7a7cb777b8f","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-194","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-192",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]