[{"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-244":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},1511043,1962,"Chapter 244: The First Under the Primarchs in the Early Great Crusade","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-244",244,"\u003Cp>After reaching an agreement with Ferrus Manus to jointly develop the relic sites, Nareth returned to the ancient ruins and found Gabriel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've decided to assign you to lead part of the tech-marines, remain here on Medusa, and afterward follow the 10th Legion in their campaigns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They have much that is worth learning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At your command, Father,\" Gabriel replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hours later, a transport ship from the Throne of Shadow's Sovereignity delivered Nareth's old armor, the one he once wore but had preserved as a keepsake in his private armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the suit forged by Wojciech Bielek could not compare to the craftsmanship of a master like Malevolus, it was still serviceable for temporary use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth then drew the golden living metal of his armor, infused with the essence of a C'tan , back into his wings, letting them remain free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel, using his servo-arms, carefully adjusted the old armor to allow the wings full movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth next headed to the site where Manus was holding his clan-convocation, a celebration announcing to the Medusans their return to the Imperium and their oath of fealty to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not fly at full speed; instead, folding his wings, he boarded a Stormbird with Gabriel and Arsena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the gunship approached the site, Gabriel gazed down at the endless caravans of massive steel crawlers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The smallest of Medusa's crawlers are over a hundred meters long. Families, machines, and daily necessities are all carried within them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are a nomadic people, riding their steel beasts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Savant\" gazed down with his deep blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Medusa's skies are locked in perpetual darkness due to pollution. The planet's geology is violently unstable, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions constantly reshaping mountains and seas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This world reminds me of Fenris. Without doubt, under the Imperial Administration's classifications, Medusa IV qualifies as a Death World.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nareth's silver-haired aide frowned with curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I don't understand is this: Lord Manus is revered as the Gorgon, a demigod among the clans. He could easily end their wars and unify this world under a single rule, yet he chooses not to. That is unlike any of the other primarchs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is Manus's philosophy. He believes limited competition benefits the whole.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is a calculated outcome, and those who die in the process are sacrifices he deems acceptable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most of the time, his decisions, cold as they seem, are the best for the greater good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Manus who reforged the Stormwalkers into the Iron Hands. Under his iron grip, the usual Terra-born versus native-born strife that plagued other Legions was burned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not unlike Nareth's own reforms on Luna, where Advocates and \"Arbiters\" shaped recruits from the very start of training. Different methods, but the same goal, molding Terran-born into the culture of the Legion's homeworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result was the same: only a rare few clung to their past, yet even they were loyal to their Legion and primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beneath Manus's cold exterior burns a hidden fire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gabriel, in the 10th Legion you'll see how he treats his sons with stern harshness, yet always protects them without hesitation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So when you work among them, remember: show respect, and learn their secrets of machine and calculation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Father,\" Gabriel answered, committing the words to memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Stormbird descended, and Nareth approached Manus's colossal crawler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome, Lord Nareth,\" greeted Santor respectfully, speaking in newly-learned High Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth returned the smile, then entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steam hissed, and a wave of dry heat swept over him as the gates of the Iron Forge opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, a great relief stretched across the wall: a smith's hammer striking an anvil, cracks spreading into veins of silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To one side stood depictions of Medusa's myth-beasts, the golden Garuda among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Santor guided him onward to a grand door of diorite, marble, and steel. Guards saluted and opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the vast steel hall, Manus stood before his personal banner, a velvet and silver tapestry depicting him striking down the great silver wyrm Asirnoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Aquila hung at the center, with Alpharius standing beside it, and the Emperor enthroned before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the left, Nareth saw another banner: velvet and gold depicting his own slaying of the golden Garuda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The work was lifelike, unmistakably crafted by Manus himself, the only one whose silver eyes could pierce the Burning One's flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manus turned his coin-bright gaze upon Nareth. In a single instant, those silver eyes liquefied, scanning and recording Nareth's body to memory, for the forging of new armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth ascended the dais and stood by his banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There too were Azhek Ahriman, his brother Ormuzd Ahriman, and their companion Apophis, representing the 15th Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down on the clan chiefs, Manus's voice rolled like lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warriors of Medusa's clans, today we gather to mark a new age.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Father, Master of Mankind, has descended from the long night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, Ferrus Manus, in the name of the Iron Hand, swear before forge and flame, eternal service to the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clans, led by Santor, fell to their knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We follow the Gorgon! Eternal service to the Emperor! Forge and flame witness our oath!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, smiling, answered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I accept your fealty. Rise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the feast that followed, Manus turned to Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The banner I made for you, to record your slaying of the golden Garuda.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth was unsurprised. Cold though Manus seemed, his heart burned hot. He had gifted many weapons and works to his brothers, not only to his favored Fulgrim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Manus, it is a masterpiece. I'll hang it in the highest place of my palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He signaled Gabriel forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My son, Gabriel. Only my Forge Lord, Rosicky, surpasses him in craft.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel stepped forth and bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gorgon of Medusa, Gabriel greets you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manus studied the youth, noting the servo-arms, the chainblades, the artisan's tools, all finely wrought, no less skillful than his own Iron Fathers'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gabriel, you are a masterful craftsman. You will be welcome in my Legion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten days after the celebration, the 10th Legion fleet arrived at Medusa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth returned with the Emperor aboard the Bucephalus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's flagship held a grand ceremony to welcome yet another primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scribes, lacking permission to ride through Medusa's deadly rings, now stood among the crowd, recording every moment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"822.M30. The Emperor, accompanied by Primarch Nareth, has found the Tenth Primarch...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On Medusa IV, the Monarch of Vostroya and his sons on behalf of the Emperor contested in the excavation of relics with the Gorgon and his brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Both unearthed treasures of equal worth, and by the Emperor's word, they join hands in cooperation...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, Nareth and the Emperor stood on the upper gallery overlooking the banquet hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, the Medusans sat in precise order, so unlike the raucous, laughing Wolves of Fenris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Amadeus DuCaine has come. He forged the 'Storm and Hammer' doctrine. I believe it will become a cornerstone of Imperial warcraft.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth looked down, seeing DuCaine for the first time, the man remembered as the first beneath the primarchs in the early Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore thick Mark I \"Thunder\" armor, inscribed with canticles of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Platinum etchings adorned his tall helm, including the Eye of Horus, a mark of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth knew DuCaine, born of Terran Arabia, veteran of a thousand battles. At the Rustworld Campaign he had devised the famous Storm and Hammer tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his Stormwalkers back, personally leading auxilia to draw the Orks into a tide against an unyielding anvil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the greenskin horde poured from their fortress, fully spread and scattered, did he unleash his Legion as the hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With minimal losses, the 10th shattered the Orks and then swept on to aid other fronts, earning the respect of many Legions. The 4th and 13th even adopted his methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, the Emperor himself led the 10th. Horus in particular admired DuCaine, gifting him the Eye of Horus, and even assigning Ezekyle Abaddon as his temporary aide to learn from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth reflected:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Storm and Hammer seems simple, yet it is an intricate, precise system. It became the foundation of the Iron Hands' future doctrine, further refined by Manus himself.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'DuCaine was made Praetor, equal in rank to clan-commander Santor, the highest officers beneath Manus.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Reapers once scorned such tactics, but perhaps now I can propose joint operations with the 10th.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, DuCaine and Manus locked eyes for ten seconds, then both knelt before the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come with me. It is time I learn of the string of triumphs you achieved upon the Wheel of Fire.\"\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>",1447,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","18aaced957fbc073d8e4b681131343747f5549b8ef2ea9686bdbe621b1bd4149","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-245","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-243",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]