[{"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-201":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},1511000,1962,"Chapter 201: Wheel of Fire - “The Pyromaniac”","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-201",201,"\u003Cp>On the fifth planet of the Wheel of Fire system, gray battleships gathered in high orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torpedoes rained down like a storm onto the remaining orbital gun arrays and missile platforms. The Orks' defense system was utterly outmatched, struggling to hold on beneath the howling bombardment of the Space Wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of weapons joined the assault, energy beams, kinetic slugs, and heavy bombardment shells lanced into the greenskin defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within just two ship-days, the Sixth Legion's fleet had shattered most of the orbital fortifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enormous wreckage fell like a meteor shower, burning irregular fragments piercing through the clouds, lighting up the ork fortress below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One massive chunk, as large as a cruiser, streaked across the fortress in fourteen blazing seconds before slamming into the ground, gouging a blackened canyon and shaking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greenskins squealed with excitement, stampeding toward the wreck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beams of light speared down from above, vaporizing the orks as they spilled greedily from their walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hypersonic shells struck the fortress with a thunderous chain of sonic booms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the fifth day of orbital bombardment, after confirming the orks' anti-air defenses had been all but annihilated, Enoch finally issued the landing order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron-gray Stormbirds blotted out the sky, their knife-like hulls painted at the prow with the twin wolf sigil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very front of the formation, inside the lead Stormbird, the Wolf Lord watched the greenskins scrambling to swivel their crude, misshapen cannons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Missiles!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several were launched at once. Other Stormbirds followed, firing warheads to obliterate the guns surrounding the landing zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the guns suppressed, landing struts crashed open. The Stormbirds slammed into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they touched down, assault ramps fell with a thunderous crash, and out leapt Enoch in gray armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Lord wore the pelt of a Fenrisian beast he had slain in the hunt, two great fangs jutting down beneath his helm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enoch threw back his head and roared, his howl drowning out the orks' bellows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firing his bolt pistol as he ran, he hurled himself into the fray without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I must claim the kill in this hunt!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his rival, Sanchez, did not rush. Instead, he studied the flowing data on the hololithic display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shifting glyphs and sigils burned into his mind. He muttered in a deep voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breeding large numbers of squigs… Father's archives mentioned this, the Snakebite clan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Szczesny nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"According to Father's records, clans encode genetic traits into the ork genome itself, long-developed adaptations and modes of war.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ones entrenched on Planet Seven are certainly Snakebites. Only they would raise squigs in such numbers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the scans of crude totems and tribal banners, Jorginho tapped several images.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is confirmed. Snakebites.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Reaper Lord's black eyes glimmered. \"Then we can shape our tactics around their nature.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szerszny recalled the Primarch's notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Snakebites favor tradition over technology. They ride squig-beasts, launching savage frontal charges.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorginho added: \"They loathe machinery. They often drift into feral subcultures, becoming Beast Snagga Orks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Beast Snagga Orks hunt the largest, toughest prey. To them, worthy trophies are not only monsters, but super-heavy tanks, and even Titans.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pyromaniac's eyes lit with flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect. I'll give them a fire to chase.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his battle plan laid, Sanchez unleashed the Seventh Chapter's assault on the 7th planet of the Wheel of Fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the planet's surface, Snakebite Warboss Skilrga raised his head. Countless black aircraft streaked down through the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skilrga was larger, stronger than most of his kin. He wore raw pelts, smeared himself with mud and crude paint, hung teeth and claws from beasts he had slain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bared fangs at the weirdboy before him. \"Oi, Makrog! It's huntin' time! Go find me da biggest, meanest one wot needs krumpin'!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right ya are, Boss! I'll sniff out da biggest one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weirdboy clutched a staff of skulls and femurs. Green energy surged from him, his massive feet stomping left and right as power coursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howling with glee, he raised his arms as crackling power blazed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a dozen seconds, the glow dimmed. He pointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dere dey are, Boss! Big black wagonss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green mist coiled in Skilrga's mind. His mechanical claw opened and snapped shut like a serpent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Da Bosses sent me huntin'. We'll smash da humies'!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAAAGH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast Snagga Orks roared back, weapons high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skilrga climbed onto his squig. The boyz followed suit, spurring their beasts to a thunderous charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of squigs thundered across the plains, shaking the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By sundown, they finally saw it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black vehicle, larger than any Skilrga had ever imagined. A mountain of iron, a fortress on tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it, black jetbikes spat fire, riders in dark armor speeding away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humies bigger than normal, but still small compared to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Da Humies is always weak. SMASH IT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, Skilrga led the charge. The Snakebites swarmed, dismounting and hammering their weapons against the black giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, Sanchez glanced back from his jetbike. The Orks ignored him, as expected, charging straight into the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Black Wagon\" was no tank at all, but a decoy, a shell as large as thirty-six Malcador heavy tanks combined, hastily built by servitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once promethium was loaded inside and the hulk lowered by transport craft, the stage was set for the Pyromaniac's play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez's Thunderwolf was restless, its mate was heavy with cubs, so today he rode a jetbike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisting the throttle, he circled back toward the \"cannon\" of the Black Wagon. Entering his psychic range, he raised both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame and light coalesced, forming the Blazing Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thrust, he hurled it forward, fireballs streaming behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned hard, bike screaming as he sped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the spear arced into the false cannon, burying into barrels of fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heartbeat later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Wagon tore apart in chained explosions, consuming the Snakebites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Orks were incinerated outright. The hardiest, those whose bodies had been tempered by endless battles, staggered screaming from the inferno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pyromaniac felt as though stars exploded in his veins, his whole body aflame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat washed over him, sweat soaking his undersuit even through power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scatter. None escape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Shadows of Order split wide, jetbikes forming a ring, bolters spitting into squigs and orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Detonations rippled as shots ignited more fuel, tearing bodies apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, A titanic roar shook the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the firestorm, a charred giant emerged, taller than the riders of the Order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warboss raised his cleaver high and brought it down in one brutal swing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cleave!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Shadow of Order and his jetbike split clean in two.\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>",1121,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","5b377f73697152f2adb3a8cca3a1bad74d126b1541902a9bc17c8a1fe668c19e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-202","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-200",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]