[{"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-310":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},1510859,1962,"Chapter 310 - 309: The War Council, Guilliman’s Gratitude","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-310",310,"\u003Cp>Month 5, Year 837, Incaladion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth led his Honor Guard in crushing the rebel main force and arrived at the perimeter of the Second Forge Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Tech-Priest accompanying him, Neto, looked upon the Primarch with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Nareth, the leader of the largest Incaladion rebel faction, Barnes, is inside his forge temple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's a radical and deranged Magos; rumors say he's performed blasphemous modifications on his own body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth gave a slight nod, striding toward the massive temple gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his left arm; the power fist upon it shone with radiant golden light as he slammed it against the steel doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disintegration field tore through the metal, shards and debris scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the floor was covered in savage, totemic patterns, tiger heads with black stripes, wide-mouthed serpents…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's eyes narrowed. He thought to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'For millennia, Incaladion has raided nearby worlds, enslaving tribal populations and absorbing their primitive cultures.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Titan crews of the Legio Fureans performed strange rites even during the Great Crusade, delaying their engine deployments.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Their ceremonies, a vile fusion of the Omnissian liturgy and bestial tribal totems, were among the reasons for the eventual fall of both the Legio Fureans and the House Mordred'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered this, a hideous mechanical roar echoed through the forge, part beastly bellow, part whirring machine noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shadows emerged a towering monstrosity, nine meters tall, half flesh and half steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neto rushed forward, seeing the human faces fused grotesquely into its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Nareth! That abomination is Barnes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young priest trembled with rage and horror, only to see Nareth already in motion, charging forward so swiftly that even Neto's augmetic eyes could catch only a black blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnes let out a distorted roar, hydraulic pistons screeching as his massive iron fist smashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blow shattered the dome above the forge and came crashing toward Nareth, but the Primarch raised his left arm, blocking the strike with his blazing power fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching behind him, Nareth drew forth the Dionysian Spear, his eyes flashing as he hurled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear shrieked through the air, impaling Barnes's mutated arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ROAAAR!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature bellowed as blood and metal fragments rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth leapt high, drawing the Sword of Vaul from his waist. Blue-white light flared as the disintegration field tore apart Barnes's head in a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neto stared, stunned, as the Primarch had slain the monstrous Magos in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even catch his breath, Nareth stood before him. His dark eyes met Neto's, and the young priest felt as if a mountain weighed upon his shoulders; cold sweat streamed down his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Incaladion must abandon its barbaric tribal ways. Do you understand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neto's gaze swept across the forge, the hellish scene of mangled abominations and blood-stained walls chilled him to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes… yes, my lord. I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Then I will see you appointed as Preceptor-General. You will rebuild Incaladion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth had long observed Neto, comparing him to other tech-priests accompanying the expedition, and found him the most capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Primarch's words, Neto's augmetic eye glimmered with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Incaladion is broken, a tenth of its former strength. The Shadows of Order, who liberated it, now decides everything here.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, by the name of the Omnissiah, I swear fealty and obedience to your will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On their return, Nareth told him, \"You are a Tech-Priest. You cannot become Preceptor-General immediately. Even if I forced your appointment, you'd lack true support. I will help you earn the title of Magos first, then grow your power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am deeply grateful, my lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth was pleased, Neto was ambitious, but not reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five days later, after purging the Second Forge Temple, Nareth stood before twelve Magi in the First Forge Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tech-Priest Neto proved himself during the trials. His talent is exceptional. I recommend he be elevated to Magos and assist in rebuilding Incaladion alongside you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twelve Magi exchanged glances, conversing in the binaric tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, one spoke in Vostroyan tongue, \"As you command, my lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liaison officers of the Shadows of Order had already succeeded in teaching the local elites the Vostroyan language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the ground sweep continued, Nareth returned to the Throne Shadow's Sovereignity, where he made Neto a \"Savant\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already assessed Neto's loyalty and ability and decided to asced him to be a beyonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enhancing Neto's capabilities was also part of the help Nareth offered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth then instructed Rosicky to guide Neto on how to mobilize resources and strengthen his influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the two departed, Arsena stepped forward to report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, the Emperor has recovered the Primarch Roboute Guilliman on Macragge, in the Ultima Segmentum.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is officially recorded as the ninth Primarch to return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth gave a slight nod, though his thoughts stirred quietly within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Dice of Prophecy is nearly charged; soon I can perform another divination.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Should I foresee the STC that Horus will discover, or claim some of the Ultramar worlds first?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew, just as Rome was not built in a day, neither were the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his return to the Imperium, Guilliman ruled only Macragge, inherited from his adoptive father, Konor, one of two Consuls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After quelling a coup led by the other consul, Galan, Guilliman united the planet, transforming it in five years into a prosperous hub trading with neighboring systems like Espandor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was on Espandor that the Emperor first heard of a possible Primarch on Macragge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Without Navigators and Astropaths, interstellar expansion is nearly impossible.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Warp travel without Navigators is gambling; this is why I must rely on the Imperium's structure.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Of all the Primarchs, only I have personally navigated beyond my crash world.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled his own perilous warp voyage, the hardships endured without the Emperor's resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Even for me, Warp navigation with mere psykers was arduous.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Beyond Vostroya, I've conquered only the Crystal Mirage system.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'And without proper astrotelepathy, communication between worlds is crippled.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Without Legionnaires, even a Primarch cannot conquer five hundred worlds.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ultramar was built through the Great Crusade, through the full might of the 13th Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they have yet to begin their conquests.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed with insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Most of the Ultramar worlds remain undiscovered by the Imperium: the mineral-rich jewel of Calth, the forge-tier world of Pyrestorm, the fertile Aventinium, and Talassa, the ocean world ideal for recruitment, even better than Symphony of the Sea for Tyrant pathways, Shadows of Order.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that once the Ultramarines began their advance, expansion would accelerate, and his own territory would inevitably fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shortlisted five potential worlds, excluding Macragge itself, leaving four targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, Arsena spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, the Astropath's reports, the Emperor has summoned a new War Council.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Crusade was vast, involving twenty Space Marine Legions, thousands of Imperial Army regiments, the Titan Legions of the Mechanicum, and countless auxiliary forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also relied on an ever-growing network of Forge Worlds and supply chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To manage this, the Emperor convened the War Council, the de facto governing body of the Imperium, before the formation of the Council of Terra\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each Primarch held a seat, all but Alpharius, whose identity remained secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The appointed time is ten hundred ship-standard tomorrow,\" said Arsena. \"Confirmed by Wojciech Blyek.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood,\" Nareth replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next Day, 09:52 Ship Standard Time\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch Palace, Holo-Conference Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machine runes lit up across the golden floor. The rhythmic click of modulator gears joined the distant hum of the choir's hymn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready, my lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin,\" Horus, who had already changed his mentality and decided to be a good big brother, proposed to participate in advance before each meeting officially started, and use this time to communicate with each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment when the light engulfed Nareth, his figure flashed in the palace of Terra, the golden palace where the war council was held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took his seat, second to the left of the Emperor. Nine others were already present; three were absent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him sat Leman Russ, then Hannibal and Vulkan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the Emperor's right side sat the gray-robed figure, Malcador the Sigillite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Nareth was Horus Lupercal, flanked by Ferrus Manus, Rogal Dorn, Fulgrim, and Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seating reflected achievement; the closer one sat to the Emperor's right, the greater their conquests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this stage, Guilliman, Vulkan, and Fulgrim were new, seated according to their sons' accomplishments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Malcador could speak, Horus addressed Nareth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth, allow me to introduce our newest brother, Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the 13th Legion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth, I must thank you; you saved my son, Gren Vosotho, and spared the Osiris Suppression Fleet from total destruction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Terra, Guilliman and Malcador were the only two people in the Golden Palace, not projections\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had short blonde hair and a smile on his face, thanking Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back, Guilliman,\" Nareth replied with a nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was only right, I couldn't stand by idly when fate crossed our paths.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hmm… then Calth and the other four Ultramar worlds shall be my 'thank-you gifts,' brother.'\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>",1531,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","4b7515466f062bb5979f69c640b52f194b65bd9be9f69db25b49f22e576bf3e2","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-311","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-309",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]