[{"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-436":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},1510735,1962,"Chapter 436 - 435: Mortarion, Do You Need Help?","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-436",436,"\u003Cp>Mortarion violently crashed into the xenos lines. His scythe spun rapidly in his hands, reaping xenos in swathes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calas Typhon led a small contingent of elite warriors, whom Mortarion had named the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard had already followed Mortarion into the toxic mists several times, repelling xenos attacks and securing victories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard charged into the breach Mortarion had torn open, attacking the xenos with their scythes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the people remained guarding the edges of the fields, the food they depended on for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this impoverished world, food was something to be defended with one's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's him!\" cried a xenos, its skin completely ashen from living in the most toxic mountainous regions, its voice filled with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion had led his followers to storm several mountain fortresses controlled by the Overlords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tales brought by fleeing kin were varied, but all agreed: the Pale King's Death-Son possessed superhuman combat prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was only one Death-Son, while the Overlords had an endless supply of undead troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Overlord commander issued orders to the captive humans, transformed into shambling corpse-soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A common tactic of the Overlords was to drive their psychically-altered human corpses to attack the enemy first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After weakening the foe, they would launch the decisive strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the Death-Son, this tactic was to be employed especially well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Servants of the Undying God, hold him back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the commander's order, over a dozen Overlord sorcerers, bodies swathed in robes, raised their staves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green light shot from the tips of the staves. A weird light ignited in the eyes of the shamblers as they lurched towards Mortarion and the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green pus oozed from their bodies, falling to the ground and raising foul, green-tinged smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion swung his scythe with immense force, a sweeping horizontal slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted to the Death Guard: \"Target the shamblers first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the shamblers reached the field areas, not only would the crops be damaged, but the land itself would be contaminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arable land was already scarce on Barbarus. If the soil were polluted, countless would starve to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard clashed with the shamblers. Scythes swung; severed limbs and rotten chunks of flesh pattered to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Overlords snarled as they charged the militia, brandishing their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first moments of contact, the militia's weapons were sent flying by the Overlords' immense strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion swept his blade, felling over a dozen shamblers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in combat, he had the capacity to monitor the situation behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typhon and the other Death Guards swung their scythes left and right, strenuously cutting down one shambler after another. The situation was still manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the militia were being routed by the Overlords. Dozens had already fallen in moments, and over a hundred more had succumbed to the sorcerous fumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'After the battle, hundreds, thousands will die. More will be captured, transformed into mindless shambling corpses.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Damn it!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hateful xenos! Despicable sorcery!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's eyes filled with rage. He swung his scythe like a windmill, stirring up the green smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard felt their master's fury. Silently, they swung their scythes, hacking into the shamblers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scythes split shambler skulls; blades sliced through necks and chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotten flesh splattered; pus and blood clung to the scythes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scythes hissed and grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one Death Guard's scythe, near the handle, a sharp crack sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wood, as if buried in a swamp for millennia, rotted and shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scythe fell to the ground. Shamblers lurched towards him from both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard hastily used the broken wooden shaft as a horizontal bar, holding it before him to block the shamblers, retreating step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, another Death Guard's blade curled upon impact, wedged in a shambler's skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two shamblers rushed him. He released the scythe and stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet another shambler charged from the side, crashing into the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as it was about to grab him, Typhon lunged from the flank, swinging his scythe and cutting the shambler in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the people of Barbarus, his scythe was the largest. Though not as great as Mortarion's, it was far larger than the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay close to me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typhon growled low. He freed one hand, gripping the lodged scythe, and forcefully hacked the shambler apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gather on me!\" Mortarion commanded coldly. The shamblers sent by the Overlords far exceeded his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they could only abandon the fields and lead the Barbarans in retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typhon and the others immediately converged on Mortarion, forming the spearhead of a scythe formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion swung his scythe; shamblers fell rapidly. He led the Death Guard, charging towards the fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The striding giant suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ears twitched. He looked skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distant thick fog, a thousand meters high, a large flying object sped towards them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was larger than any bird Mortarion knew, yet it did not fly by beating wings like ordinary birds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion quickened his pace. Whether it was a new creation of the Overlords or not, it clearly did not belong to the enslaved humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion attacked the Overlords to rescue captured humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Overlord sorcerers raised their staves. Light enveloped the shambling corpses. Their sluggish steps immediately quickened somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shamblers surged relentlessly towards Mortarion and the Death Guard. Mortarion growled low. He heard the aerial monstrosity descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his fastest speed, he swung his scythe, cutting a path through the corpse-horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his scythe, bisecting an Overlord through the chest, while simultaneously looking at the landing object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a dark metal aircraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it landed, a black-armored giant emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion saw that the giant was taller than he was. It was the first time he had seen a humanoid being taller than himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of golden wings spread from its back, more dazzling than the brightest thing visible on Barbarus, the pale sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its face was covered by a mask of the same metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you need help?\" Nareth asked. While searching for Mortarion, Nareth had already penetrated the minds of the Barbarans, mastering the local language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before landing, after injecting the potion prepared by the \"Biologist,\" he had cautiously allowed living metal to spread over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Help?' Mortarion was taken aback. He looked at the black-armored giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It seems... human.' Mortarion thought. At the same time, he saw several of his own staggering and falling. He had no time to ponder where this being came from or its purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well,\" Nareth replied. His right hand drew a plasma pistol, while his left arm rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beams flashed; bolts roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth deliberately avoided the Overlords' heads. The shimmering psychic glow reminded him that these xenos heads were clearly potion ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diamond-hard bolts struck the Overlords' chests but did not penetrate their ashen hides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of bolts hammered the same spot on an Overlord's body. Amidst the continuous explosive reports, the Overlord's resilient form was finally blasted apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plasma culverin forged for him by Perturabo fired a brilliant beam, striking an Overlord's abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beam pierced straight through the Overlord's belly. Its green innards burned within the energy stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion watched in astonishment as the black-armored giant swiftly killed Overlords, even faster than he could. In moments, several xenos had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered on the weapons in the black-armored giant's hands.\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>",1243,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.771Z",1,"novelbin.me","23f007287ddcb7a7cd508eaee95be141aaba3f380d79f2a5521ceebf24743e7f","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-437","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-435",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]