[{"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-232":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},1511031,1962,"Chapter 232: The Wheel of Fire's Final Battle – The Ork Warlord’s Gargant","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-232",232,"\u003Cp>The Ork warlord Soriano's personal Gargant, Flame, bore the Bad Moons' favored colors of Flash Gitz Yellow and Black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop the great boss-banner behind him, a snarling moon on a field of fire served as a totem. Three fresh trophies dangled from it, three severed heads of the Shadow of Order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black-and-gold mega-armor and weapons were daubed with garish patterns: Bad Moon glyphs, great black hands…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame also glittered with more trinkets than any other Ork war machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood five meters tall, and with the towering banner at its back, more than ten meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, James locked onto the warlord's position without doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led his command squad in a charge toward the streaming banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roaring Deff Dread raised its iron foot, kicked down a Shadow of Order warrior, and crushed him beneath its tread in the Orks' favored way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its hooked claws pierced through power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command squad felt their battle-brother die, but grief had no place here, nor time to turn aside against the Deff Dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raised their bolters and fired a disciplined volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shots struck true, riddling the machine until its limbs flew apart, and it staggered back, only to be smashed to ruin by an enraged Dreadnought's power fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the command squad fell, but at last they pressed close to the Ork warlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fired bolters into the Flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diamond-tipped rounds cracked against its plating, only to ricochet away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soriano turned, tusked grin twisting into a snarl, and bellowed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAGGHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, the Deff Dreads' pilots felt a green fog rise in their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They howled in unison: \"WAGHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Soriano's skull, the green storm thickened. The roars of Gork and Mork thundered in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his right arm, leveling his prized long-range ion cannon, and fired on the black-armored gitz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lance of incandescent energy stabbed forth, striking a guard to James's left rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matter boiled in a nuclear sphere, blazing like the Firewheel's sun itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast consumed the Shadow of Order. His black armor melted at once, yet in the searing tide, he loosed one last bolt round in defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each plasma shot Soriano fired claimed another guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike most Orks' haphazard marksmanship, his was deadly precise. Every beam struck a moving target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time James reached him, thirteen of his command squad had been slain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James raised his shield against the crashing blow of a power claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact drove him back a step with sheer force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warlord's might shocked him, yet he had expected no less. He faced one who ruled over billions of greenskins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the 23rd form of the Otsberg-Vaya technique, he swung his Thunder Hammer in a full, committed strike, aiming for the only opening he saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on the Flame's weapon mountings, he predicted a clash would expose its flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other power weapons, the Thunder Hammer's field did not burn constantly. Its destruction came in the instant of impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hammer slammed into the Gargant's left side. A thunderous crack of blue force erupted, splitting armor in a fist-sized crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame reeled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soriano felt his beloved Gargant, costing sixty thousand Bad Moon teef, wounded. His heart twisted with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his jaws wide, showing eleven fangs, and roared the loudest bellow of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAAAAAGGHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cry drowned even the screech of saws and the roar of bolters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claw hammered down again, shattering James's shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James's eyes were steady. In that moment, he entered the warrior's trance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind remained cool, yet he channeled his slain brothers' fury into strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, he mastered the state of the war mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all his might, he swung his Thunder Hammer into the Gargant's bloated gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue field screamed, tearing through the black-and-gold plating, ripping open a great wound across Soriano's abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soriano could not recall the last time he had been injured. Shock and rage overtook him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claw struck down, rending the Mark I Thunder Armor, cleaving James in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he raised the claw again, lashing at the other gitz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pain in his belly burned deep. His armor gaped, leaving him exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warlord snarled in disgust. He seized a great shard of blackened armor from James's corpse, slapped it against his wound, and pressed it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the wind still whistled through the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Too tiny!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on the larger prey, the dreadnoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged the nearest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors entombed within, grieving and enraged, turned. His assault cannon whirled, hurling shells into the Gargant's black-and-gold hull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several rounds tore into Soriano's exposed wound. One diamond-tipped shell punched into the tear left by the Thunder Hammer, exploding inside, ripping out chunks of green flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A devastating blow to any lesser Ork. But not to a warlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soriano roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flame seized the dreadnought, tore off its arm, the chainsaw-fist clattering to the ground, buzzing as it carved a gash in the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ripped open the sarcophagus, slaying the warrior within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, pounding and crushing the wreckage, he forced a steel plate into shape, clamped it over his belly, and hammered it into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor held, but the gold filigree was gone. Now it was plain, ugly black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury consumed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAAAGGHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deff Dread pilots went mad, their eyes glowing red, the green fog filling them. They hurled themselves into the Shadow of Order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors of the 2nd Chapter reeled from their lord's death and their heavy losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet though their grief burned, they did not break. They held fast to the culture their gene-father had reforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, a voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bright song of the \"Bard\" Wilshire reached every ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, the 2nd Chapter's warriors regained their focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshire led the 4th Company forward against the Ork warlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deff Dreads barred their way, engaging them in savage firefights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soriano no longer pressed forward recklessly. He had already lost wealth worth more than ten thousand teef this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Chapter rallying around the Bard, they could not break through quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the battle ground into a stalemate, a black lightning bolt flashed across the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth himself stormed into the Deff Dreads, flanked by the black wolf Freddy and the \"Monster\" John the gyrinx.\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>",1073,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","f2db1e3e2e3b3a7a415f7c2d65ec712821c8c014964b0e552ec110c7beefa0bf","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-233","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-231",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]