[{"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-261":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},1510810,1962,"Chapter 261: How Is His Killing Efficiency Higher Than Abaddon’s","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-261",261,"\u003Cp>Medusa Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The convoy of Clan Sorrgal had halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they held the advantage in their brief, fierce firefight with the Clan Avini, losing only five warriors, they had lost the majority of their Yarrk beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors of the Clan Sorrgal lined up in formation, advancing into the mountains under the command of Amadeus DuCaine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine asked the black-armored Gabriel at his side: \"Distance to the coordinates Adams marked?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel checked the runic indicators on his helm display and replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"5.1 kilometers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Gabriel leading, the Sorrgal warriors marched forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 1.4 kilometers from the marked site, two squads of black-armored Shadows of Order appeared ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bore the green skull insignia of the Fourth Chapters upon their right pauldrons. The Shadow warriors saluted Gabriel and DuCaine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Court member stepped forward: \"Lord Gabriel, Lord DuCaine. I was ordered to guard the ruin's entrance and secure the retreat path.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine looked at the cold-faced squad leader and grinned, \"Relax, there are no ghosts here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Corpse Collector\" froze for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord… forgive me, but this mine does have wraiths.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-covered face of DuCaine grew uncharacteristically stern:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't see any.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Corpse Collector\" cold face flickered with unease, the name of the Storm General was thunder across the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel interjected, \"Ease yourself, DuCaine is just teasing you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode into the tunnel first, \"DuCaine, time runs short. The Iron Moon is about to begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed.\" DuCaine barked to his warriors:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boys, move! Form exploration lines!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mineshaft was too narrow for his famed \"Storm and Hammer\" tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formation shifted quickly: the Tenth Legion warriors without the Sorrgal mark formed the center, serving as the line's core, drawing fire and striking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorrgal warriors flanked them, shielding the Astartes' sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine, as always, held a power axe in his left hand and a bolter in his right, leading from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode deep into the mine, soon spotting severed limbs, broken tools, and blood-smeared picks scattered across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Descending two sloping shafts, the passage opened into a vast subterranean refinery, where black-armored warriors battled shambling flesh-beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abominations staggered, colliding with furnaces several meters tall and toppling them with brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bloated forms hid terrifying strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Attack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine raised his bolter and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diamantine shells burst through rotting flesh, splattering gore, but the creatures did not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each monster was stitched together from dozens, perhaps hundreds, of corpses, grotesquely fused. One loomed with twenty-four arms, brandishing picks, spades, and broken autoguns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine emptied a magazine, finally shattering the beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly discerned their weakness, shouting to his warriors:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're corpse-grafts! Bloated and sluggish!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Target the joints, the seams where the bodies join!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tenth Legionnaires heeded him, striking precisely at the seams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorrgal warriors darted in and out, baiting the monsters, exploiting their speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine pressed a rune and plunged into the horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe's charged edge carved deep, a dozen brutal hacks tearing apart a beast. Blue disruption fields crackled like lightning, dissolving its mass into putrid slurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut through one after another, killing more than a dozen. Then his eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Adams swing once, just once, and a towering flesh-beast collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine tracked him, astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike of the Death Lord felled a monster outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Impossible…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I have fought beside countless Legionnaires. In raw martial prowess, my former comrade, now Captain of the Luna Wolves' First Company, Ezekyle Abaddon, is the mightiest I've ever known.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Even he could not slay such beasts in a single blow.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How is Adams doing this?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then DuCaine noticed more. Over a dozen Shadows of Order fought with equal lethality, three to five precise strikes, and each beast fell. Their kill efficiency even surpassed his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sharpened, not angry, but coldly observant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each attack struck the weakest joints, where the flesh grafts were most fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'So… their perception is sharper than most.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But Adams… his awareness surpasses all others.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gravediggers fought almost effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their Eyes of Death perceived weaknesses beyond mortal senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the battle ended, DuCaine approached Adams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adams, my first time fighting alongside you, and you and your warriors have left me deeply impressed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am simply… skilled at fighting the undead,\" Adams replied, face like stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before more could be said, the ground trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DuCaine's expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Iron Moon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared into his vox:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Convoy! Seek shelter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once each year, during the lunar eclipse, Medusa's moon resonated with the pull of its star Sthelenus, unleashing gravitational disasters beyond imagining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A greedy Mechanicum vessel descended toward a ruin. At barely a kilometer above the ground, lightning engulfed it, shattering it into fragments that rained fire upon the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, mountains rose thousands of meters in moments, while others sank into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another transport, ordered to deliver resources to carve statues of the Clan-Chiefs, ignored warnings. Superstorms ripped it apart in midair, scattering wreckage like leaves in a gale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Felgarrthi Range stood untouched, protected by colossal stasis-field generators from the Dark Age of Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Techmarines of the Iron Hands continued their work in cold indifference, ignoring the brutal duels of Medusan youths fighting for the honor of being noticed, and chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Moon remade Medusa's surface: hundreds of mountains born, hundreds erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruin Adams had discovered shook for hours, then stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Gabriel looked out from its mouth. A mountain they had passed on arrival was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Such terrifying natural power… Compared to this, Medusa's \"competitions\" are nothing.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Iron Hands are raising monasteries for every clan. The next generation will fight harder than ever, for the chance to be chosen and sheltered.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, his vox crackled with broken static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Signal unclear… repeat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called to the Master of Vox, when DuCaine strode over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A command from the Gorgon. You and I are ordered to head to a neighboring system of Vostroya, to strike the xeno Fra'al together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added, \"Our fleet is prepared for these disturbances, it is, after all, a design of Lord Ferrus Manus himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're welcome aboard my ship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then DuCaine glanced at Adams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A pity, Lord Nareth has not summoned his Fourth. I had hoped to fight beside you longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Lord's face was calm, though a flicker of regret passed through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There will be another chance.\"\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","1b94fd89230d677f8d4516b142231e4d4783c96c4af2d23d3155effaf715f6a9","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-262","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-260",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]