[{"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-340":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},1510889,1962,"Chapter 340 - 339: The One-Eyed Magnus","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-340",340,"\u003Cp>When the Shadow-class Stormbird was still two kilometers above the surface of Tizca, one of the city's busy workers looked up and noticed the shadow looming in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, recognition turned to horror; it was the eternal nightmare: the Psychneueins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psykers screamed in terror, panic rippling through the streets as they scattered in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Amon, Magnus's most trusted Magister Templi, was overseeing the construction of New Tizca in his master's absence, while Magnus dealt with the crisis afflicting his sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amon reacted instantly. He sprinted toward the descending black aircraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up, he immediately saw what hung beneath it, a net carrying several creatures with folded wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six thin limbs bound by metallic rings dangled weakly from the mesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the same terrifying beings that had slaughtered several of his apprentices and implanted invisible eggs into the minds of many others, the dreaded Psychneueins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Amon clenched his fists. Every nightmare of his life, both real and illusory, had begun with that haunting, piercing buzz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the terrified citizens of Tizca, Amon did not panic. He could see faint glimpses of the future, and he sensed no burning warning in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew, with complete certainty, that the three captured Psychneueins were unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also recognized the aircraft's insignia: it belonged to their guest, the Order's Shadow, Lord Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frowning slightly, Amon wondered to himself, 'Why would Lord Nareth capture Psychneueins?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the Shadow-class Stormbird landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amon approached the giant, who stepped off the ramp and said sternly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Nareth, those Psychneueins you've captured are no pets. They are monsters, the very creatures that destroyed Prospero's civilization.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Amon, I know how dangerous they are,\" Nareth replied gravely. \"But defense alone is never a lasting solution.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amon froze, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Not defend against them, but hunt them?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to question further when he noticed Nareth's gaze shift behind him. A vivid image flashed in Amon's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around and saw thousands of crimson-armored figures filling the streets of Tizca.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the Thousand Sons had no memory of their arrival on Prospero. They had been placed in stasis fields to prevent the flesh-change from spreading further through their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even powerful psykers like Azhek Ahriman had succumbed to delirium as they fought to suppress the mutations within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Ahriman's blurred memory, he recalled the Primarch Nareth boarding their flagship to aid them, and how the Shadows of Order had not been infected despite direct contact with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered up to the fourth day after Nareth's arrival, when he had last listened to an Apothecary's report; after that, only the endless struggle against his own flesh consumed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I remember… that gentle voice that pulled me from the darkness, my father's voice, calm and warm, soothing his dying sons.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahriman's gauntlet brushed the silver oak leaf embedded in his armor, a token from Ormuzd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flesh-change had completely destroyed Ormuzd's body. He could not be saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahriman forced himself to suppress the grief. As his brothers looked around curiously, Hathor Maat's gaze remained sharp and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and a handful of others who had not succumbed to mutation still possessed their memories because of Nareth's miraculous power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the corner of his eye, Maat glanced toward his gene-father, Magnus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few knew the price Magnus had paid; he had warned all who were aware to keep silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Maat knew the truth: to save the thousand surviving sons, Magnus had sacrificed his right eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A thousand lives… Then truly, we are the \"Thousand Sons.\"'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But if so, why did the Emperor name us that long before we ever reached Prospero?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Did He foresee our suffering, and that Magnus would save exactly one thousand of us?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maat felt both sorrow for his father's loss and awe at the eerie design of fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahriman's words echoed in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are no coincidences in this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If one day the flesh-change returns… will Father sacrifice his other eye? Or will even he be powerless to stop it?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As these fearful thoughts crossed his mind, Maat saw the black-armored giant, and his eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No… it wasn't Magnus who saved me. It was my Lord.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Without Him, I might have died before ever reaching Prospero, and he paid almost no price to do so.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maat couldn't help but compare Nareth's and Magnus's sacrifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his heart, he preferred to believe that Nareth had been the one to save him, so that he would not feel guilty for serving his master over his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's gaze swept across the assembled Thousand Sons. Their expressions revealed both relief and sorrow, survivors haunted by trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'None of them, not even Magnus, know that the flesh-change has only been temporarily halted.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Even before the Burning of Prospero, when their numbers peaked at eighty-five thousand, they thought they were cured, but the mutation merely slumbered within them.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes paused briefly on Maat, the one he had \"corroded\" into loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Maat is not only the captain of the Third Fellowship but also the Magister Templi of the Pavoni cult, one of the Legion's five major disciplines.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'His command surpasses other captains', with at least ten thousand under him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He and Ahriman and Amon are three of the eight captains who survived the Burning of Prospero, though now he commands barely a hundred followers.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Yes… perhaps I can find a way to bring him and some of his loyal men out when the time comes.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth knew that after the Council of Nikaea, Magnus had ordered all forces to return to Prospero, but several Thousand Sons detachments were still scattered across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ninth Fellowship, along with its captain, had been massacred, two thousand slain by their supposed allies, the Space Wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fourth Fellowship, about five thousand strong, also never made it home, which was why only eight captains resisted when the Wolves invaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Given that, perhaps I can arrange for Maat to lead some loyal warriors away.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'As Magister Templi and Captain, he commands devotion. Those who are not loyal, I can always… \"corrode\"'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Better to follow me than to die by wolves or fall to Chaos.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in thought, Nareth finally turned to Magnus and asked in feigned surprise,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magnus… your right eye, what happened to it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Nareth even spoke, Magnus had already foreseen the question. His psychic field expanded, forming a barrier of silence around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To save my sons,\" Magnus said calmly, \"I paid a small price.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do not want them to know. It would only make them feel guilty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A small price,\" Nareth replied meaningfully, though in his mind he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Part of the reason, of course, is that you don't want them to suspect your pact with Tzeentch.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The more they know, the more they might foresee. Perhaps no one else could piece it together, but Ahriman might.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He'll likely use his psychic mastery to erase the memories of those who remember he once had two eyes. After all, the loss is quite visible.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahriman had long tried to uncover how Magnus had saved them, and found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could only mean Magnus had deliberately hidden it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth knew others had done the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In M31.869, after the battle to conceal the dark secrets of Moloch, the Emperor had personally erased the memories of those who fought beside him: Horus Lupercal, Lion El'Jonson, Fulgrim, and Jaghatai Khan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was worth it,\" Magnus said at last, smiling. His single eye shone like a jewel. \"Please, keep this between us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well,\" Nareth agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus dissolved the psychic barrier, his gaze shifting into a bright blue glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard from Ahriman,\" Magnus said, \"that you advised Father to establish the Librarius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I believe we will have many things to discuss.\"\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>",1317,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","601be7122e03163a5d4e0f2b1e2d65eccff60350d74010b31878b0389382f225","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-341","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-339",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]