[{"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-4":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},1510753,1962,"Chapter 4: Assault on the Foundry","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>The gang members who were eager to answer looked confused, except for one man, his face covered in gray-black grime, who raised both of his bionic arms high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, I know this one. There's a foundry in the lower hive. It used to be directly managed by the tech-priests who served Mars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's a deadly kind of organic barbed wire around the facility. It's unbelievably tough—you can't even cut it with a knife. Even if you throw a grenade next to it, it regenerates after the explosion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The spikes it grows can pierce armor and leave wounds deep enough to expose bone. It even secretes a corrosive fluid that can reduce a trapped person to a skeleton in minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his spoon and bowl nervously. \"Boss, that's everything I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your information is useful,\" Nareth nodded. \"You get two scoops of soup. Start serving yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soot-faced man hurried to the large pot, scooped two spoonfuls, and tightly gripped his yellow-green aluminum bowl. Just as he was about to step aside to enjoy his meal, the boss spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You seem to know that factory well. Can you tell me more?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, my name's Rolslov. I used to work in that weapons foundry, Factory D-46, as a shift leader in one of the smelting teams.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before the Tech-Priests abandoned the factory and moved to the upper hive, life was hard but manageable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But after the 'Vulture' from the Carrion Gang took control, he lived up to his name—squeezing every drop out of everyone…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting the details from Rolslov, Nareth decided to take over the weapons foundry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lower Hive – Factory D-46, brightly lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vulture\" lounged back in his chair, sneering at the pleading foreman before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"'Vulture,' sir, those are just kids. If they keep working like this, they'll die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll work three extra hours a day. I'm way faster than them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so? Then make it four extra hours a day,\" Vulture sneered. \"As for them, they'll keep working.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulture didn't notice that on one of the surveillance screens, a figure darted into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A two-meter-wide rubber tire slammed into the barbed wire bristling with spikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth slipped through the hollowed-out tire, and with a flick of his right hand, a silver-gray shard sliced cleanly between two spikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone's here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two patrolling Carrion Gang members armed with lasguns heard the noise and ran over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth returned the shard to his belt. Wearing protective gloves, he grabbed both ends of the wire mesh. The acidic secretion instantly corroded a hole in the gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the hole in his palm, the Primarch bent his hand slightly to angle the grip, positioning the hole in an empty space in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dashed forward and flung the barbed wire at the two approaching men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barbs stabbed deep into their hands. A scream of pain tore from their throats as the acid reduced their flesh to mere bone in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth picked up a dropped lasgun and scavenged twelve power packs from the corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fired a shot into the air—a signal to his men—then charged toward the control room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulture watched the monitors as his useless subordinates were slaughtered by a boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worthless! All of you—worthless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprang up and grabbed his chainsword. With a roar of the engine, the sound of \"kill, kill, kill\" echoed in his ears again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulture strode out of the control room, leaped over the railing, and slashed at the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed blood-red—it was just like that day, when he killed his gang's leader and seven guards. The bloodlust filled his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he found himself stronger, taller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know why, only that killing made him more powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Nareth shot another gang member, he sensed danger above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled backward and fired, hitting Vulture square in the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fist-sized hole burst in Vulture's torso, but he felt no pain. The voice in his mind urged him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth remained calm. He squeezed the trigger repeatedly. Lasbeam pierced Vulture's eyes, heart, hands, and ankles, blooming blood-red flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blossoms of blood erupted as his corpse crashed onto the walkway, staining the still-vibrating chainsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth slung the lasgun over his back and picked up the chainsword. He sensed something different about this weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolslov, now appointed as lieutenant, arrived just in time to witness Nareth gunning down Vulture. The sight shook him to the core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Carrion Gang wasn't a major force in the lower hive, but Vulture was infamous for his brutality and strength, and he was killed before even getting close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The boss is so young, and he's already this strong. He's going to be a big shot in the hive one day. Following him is the right move!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolslov turned and shouted to his men:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you standing around for? Want to suck soup from the sewers? Move it! Secure the workers, capture the Carrion Gang survivors, anyone who resists, kill them all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later, Nareth sat in the control room. The foundry was operational again. Including the workers, he now had 513 subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had changed into clean worker clothes, the lasgun and chainsword slung across his back—both taller than he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen staff brought him rock-hard black bread and borscht made from a few scraps of vegetables—the best food the foundry could offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth ate ten slices of bread without discomfort. His superhuman body handled it easily. Only after downing a large bowl of soup did he feel full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward the door just as someone knocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, the foundry is back to normal operations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolsliev entered, frowning slightly but beginning with the good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, Factory D-46 falls under the jurisdiction of the Hantman West Dome, governed by Arbitrator Dimitrov. He's summoned you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth knew the lower hive was made of domes, structures built by the first settlers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the hive city grew, the domes were gradually abandoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To upper-hivers, the lower-hive dwellers were barely more valuable than giant rats. These people lived clustered in dome-complexes, tunnels, and ruins, forming a labyrinthine underground hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arbitrator?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth thought of the \"Arbitrator\" from the \"Lawyer\" adjacent Pathway Sequence 9, but the term used in Vostroya clearly wasn't the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon asking, Nareth learned that the so-called \"Arbitrators\" were enforcers appointed by the planetary governors of each world, tasked with overseeing the various dome districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the underhive, Arbiters ruled their domains independently, settling disputes and enforcing their own laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foundry's escapees had reported to Dimitrov about Nareth's defeat of the Carrion Gang and seizure of the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, Vulture had a terrible reputation. I think Dimitrov is just curious about you, especially since you're so young.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And knowing how Arbitrators operate, he'll probably give you a warning. I've heard he loves using his big dog to scare people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A chemical hound?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's interest was piqued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know about that vicious dog, too, Boss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1155,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.489Z",1,"novelbin.me","ff01b9e3241e445ada5385c53db88167a9018f7daea8e2411cdd3bf79c6e064d","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-5","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-3",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]