[{"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-214":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},1511013,1962,"Chapter 214: The Wolf Helm of Russ","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-214",214,"\u003Cp>Nareth did not believe the Wolf King would go back on his word, so he gave Sanchez an order:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let him go to the Sixth Legion's flagship and collect his prize. After that, have him meet me aboard the Throne of Shadow Sovereignty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hours later, the other duelist, Enoch, received word that Sanchez had completed the cleansing of the Seventh Planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Wolf Lord tended to his chain-axe, his hand slipped; the blade bit into his right index finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drops of blood spattered the ground, drawing the stares of the wolves at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds Enoch came back to himself. He snatched up a canister of med-spray and pressed it to the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rising to his feet, he addressed the pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move out. Until the last greenskin is dead, we do not stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four hours later, Sixth Legion flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black Stormbird, its hull painted with seven crimson arrows, descended onto the embarkation deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the engines had even cooled, eleven Provoker disembarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their very presence made the welcoming Space Wolves bristle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just seeing these outsiders made them restless, hands straying to their weapons. Even the thunderwolves at their side, creatures usually most dear to them, now seemed loathsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veteran Wolves forced down the growl rising in their throats. They were not The Routs anymore. They were the Legion's finest: Wolf-guard, the Wolf King's chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sanchez himself stepped off the Stormbird, clad in black armor, their eyes fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ignored the one-meter-long feline creature at his left, and instead measured the great thunderwolf at his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some among the Sixth had tamed thunderwolves, but none so massive as this one, save for the pair bonded to Russ, Freki and Geri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bareheaded, wearing a beast-mask over his mouth, one Wolf-guard glared at Sanchez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lead the way,\" Sanchez replied calmly, feeling their smoldering anger but betraying no concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected this. He followed the fur-clad warriors through the narrow corridor toward the Wolf Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivory tusks lined the passage. The Wolf-guard gathered in small groups, loud as drunken brawlers. Their armor bore unique decorations, but all shared the same red howling-wolf sigil on the left pauldron, the new mark of the Sixth Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the hall, Sanchez felt the heat from fire-pits, smelled the animal fat burning in the flames, and saw soot layered on the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything here was familiar, like an echo of the wolf-dens of Fenris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Wolf King has stamped his image on both his Legion and his ships.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Provoker followed their lord, every step watched by the Wolves around them, anger barely restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power within the Provoker stirred, digesting further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf-guard led Sanchez to where the Wolf King awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord!\" the guard shouted. \"I have brought him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Incendiary drew closer to Russ, he felt it, more than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like stepping into a storm. Shadows deepened, pressure weighed on his senses, and unseen dangers lurked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the Wolf King, the world seemed more primal, as if one walked into humanity's distant past, when firebrands held back the beasts of the cave, and every stone had a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez met Leman Russ's eyes, cold as a frozen lake. Seconds dragged like centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Wolf King smiled suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Hunt welcomes you. You are a fine hunter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enoch's defeat does not stain his honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, Sanchez felt the mood shift; the Wolves no longer seethed as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring him a chair! And mead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chair was dragged out, and Sanchez sat. A bronze drinking-horn was pressed into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drink, hunter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Russ's urging, Sanchez took a swallow. As expected, the mead burned his lips, his throat, his gut, like a fire lit inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stifled a cough, and at Russ's insistence drank several more gulps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the Wolf King turn and take up a helm from the rack beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez rose. Russ placed the Wolf Helm of Russ into his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is yours now. The All-Father's own artificer crafted it for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the slits of beast-masks, Sanchez caught the jealous glares of the Wolf-guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have won again,\" Russ said. \"But you will not win forever. My sons will reclaim both sword and helm from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanchez felt the sharp gleam of their eyes, predatory, hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accepted the Wolf Helm. The moment he touched it, he felt the power within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Emperor's personal artificer… this helm is no common item.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already he longed for the next hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I look forward to our next contest,\" he said calmly, and set the helm upon his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once the Wolf-guard averted their eyes. With the Helm of Russ upon him, Sanchez inspired not hatred, but fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Provoker looked upon their lord and saw him greater than ever, his presence towering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sanchez left the Sixth Legion flagship, elsewhere, on the medicae deck, Jorin had just completed a neural implant for taste monitoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed a horn of mead, gulped it down, savoring it with the new organ in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he reached for a second horn, his ears twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it… Sanchez again. First he took the Wolf King's sword, now even the All-Father's gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aye,\" another growled. \"I saw his guard. They're as loathsome as he is. I'd love nothing more than to smash them down and grind their vile faces into the dirt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, his fist slammed into a keg, bursting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin's eyes sharpened. He strode toward the surgery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible,\" muttered the bearded Apothecary. \"You only underwent one augmentation yesterday. You must wait until your body adapts before another.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too slow. I won't wait. I am a man of Fenris, Russ's sworn brother! I am Jorin. I will not fall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his fist, voice booming with defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Thomas, having finished his handover with the new Ninth Chapter lord Szerszny, departed the Attack Moon with his Librarians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With fifty-two psykers he reached the Librarium aboard the Throne of Shadow's Sovereignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the lone Astropath, he said: \"Take them around. Learn the lay of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he retired to his own chambers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He filled a bath, poured in amber oils he had mixed himself, goldmint, aurantium, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pryer had learned from many faiths that before a ritual, priests always washed, cleansing body and quieting mind. A sign of reverence to the divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His immense form sank into the specially-made tub. After eleven minutes, he rose, dried himself, donned a black robe instead of armor, and hurried to the lift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Descending, Thomas arrived at sub-deck K-33.\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>",1116,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","6884147cdbba0cf40b38dc71468cfbd7f51f297f58c0807f09bfdc2347f137f5","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-215","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-213",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]