[{"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-439":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},1510738,1962,"Chapter 439 - 438: Mortarion: The Traded Equipment Works So Well","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-439",439,"\u003Cp>The highest peak of Barbarus was perpetually shrouded in toxic fumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grey castle stood atop the peak, completely obscured by thick, poisonous mists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people of Barbarus launched their assault against the sorcerous Overlords who had enslaved them. This was the final battle for liberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion held his scythe. Behind him stood Calas Typhon and the other elite warriors he had named the Death Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike previous assaults, this time all the militia were mobilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because Mortarion needed every available force to storm the final stronghold, and also because the militia no longer needed to guard their villages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the enemies were on this mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An endless tide of shamblers emerged from behind grey rocks, from behind pale trees, from within the green toxic clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion wore a specially designed respirator on his face. He knew his xenos foster-father, the Pale King Necare, awaited him at the summit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting his way to the peak would consume much of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he reached the area with the thickest mists would Necare reveal himself. That was where the breath-drinking Overlords could best exert their power, and where he would be at his weakest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was prepared. His mission must be completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion gripped his scythe tightly, swinging it to bisect over a dozen shamblers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His superhuman vision pierced through the corpse-horde, locking onto a sorcerous Overlord with ashen skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sorcerous Overlord raised its staff. A green halo expanded from its form. The shamblers' sluggish steps suddenly became swift as they charged Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion strode forward, his scythe whirling. Shamblers fell in swathes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He advanced with cold deliberation. The scythe blade tore through rotting bodies; shattered limbs scattered like shrapnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion breached the shambler lines, rushing to the sorcerous Overlord before him, deftly cutting it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion did not shake his scythe to dislodge the ashen flesh and blood clinging to the blade. This was a battle that would last long, but he was resilient enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion swung his scythe relentlessly. The great blade carved wide arcs; limbs fell like rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an immeasurable time, the grey fortress appeared in his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's eyes shone. His mission was nearing completion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed directly into the grey fortress. He drew a combat stimulant, and his weary body was flooded with strength once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scythe moved even more swiftly. Where he passed, ashen bodies fell in heaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion entered the fortress. Memories from the corners of his mind grew clearer. He followed those memories, searching for Necare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memories, his former xenos foster-father was most often in the palace, and the sorcery laboratories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have come.\" The low, familiar voice echoed in Mortarion's ears. He already smelled the foul stench of sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cease these sorcerous tricks!\" Mortarion scanned his surroundings, trying to locate Necare by the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No escape. Only retribution!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the voice, Mortarion smashed through four walls in succession, finally seeing the familiar tall figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ashen form, similar in height to himself, holding a gleaming, hateful staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My son, it has been a long time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, dark green vapor spewed from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's voice came from within the respirator. \"Die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his scythe and charged Necare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade struck a green psychic shield, producing a thunderous boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necare's staff struck the ground. Green pus rapidly spread, surging towards Mortarion like tentacles, grasping for his former foster-son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's grey boots slammed down. His scythe swung swiftly, shredding the toxic vapor tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shockwaves reverberated. Walls collapsed. The ashen figure was driven out of the grey fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toxic fumes churned. Green psychic lightning split the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two turned the entire mountain peak into a ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A buzzing filled Necare's head. He raised a hand to block the scythe blade, saying with astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My son, you are more capable than I imagined.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion did not reply. He knew Necare was trying to provoke a response to glean information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The respirator provided by Nareth is very effective. If I were using my own crude filtration device, it would have already failed from inhaling toxins, leaving me weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this mission-battle, I will be victorious!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion swung his scythe repeatedly, striking the psychic shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the impacts, Necare raised his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinding green light erupted. Countless green spikes shot towards the grey armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp clattering sound rang from Mortarion's armor. The green spikes studded his green armor like a porcupine, the green poison coating them sizzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion knew that if he wore his previous crude armor, that strike would have wounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fine armor obtained through trade with Nareth had blocked the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the danger was not over. The thick toxins at the summit were something even he could not endure indefinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the popping sounds of dissolving poison, palm-sized sections of grey armor rapidly dissolved, shrinking to finger-sized pieces that fell to the ground in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toxic fumes poured into the armor through the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My son, you are still too young. Return to my side. I will continue to teach you.\" Necare taunted, putting distance between them. He inhaled deeply of the toxins. The buzzing in his head seemed to lessen somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necare, his strength partially restored, gazed coldly. That his former foster-son could fight him to this extent completely exceeded his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic impact laced within his taunting words was merely to break Mortarion's will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name meaning \"Death-Son\" was given by him, and now it should be he who completed its meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necare grinned viciously, raising his staff, his eyes brimming with killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to launch the fatal strike, he saw Mortarion struggle to draw a black vial from his waist and inject it into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion injected the most precious black potion obtained from Nareth into himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch's body digested and absorbed the antidote concocted by Malena Skara within a single breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion felt the numbness within him dissolve instantly. His limbs moved smoothly according to his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he closed the distance to Necare, his scythe descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necare hastily raised a hand. A green psychic shield protected his pale form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a tremendous crack, the scythe blade shattered the fragile psychic shield and struck Necare's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final Overlord of Barbarus, the Pale King, fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have liberated Barbarus.\" Mortarion was stunned for a moment. Hearing footsteps, he swung his scythe again, severing Necare's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Typhon with a smile. \"Except for the Pale King's head, trade all other Overlord heads to Nareth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The focus of trade will no longer be weapons, but antidotes, farming tools. No one will enslave us anymore. Barbarus will usher in a new era.\"\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>",1133,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.771Z",1,"novelbin.me","c05854aa486356a1bd5fed470ff4c656d50f6d22de2481553cbcc1d1e076a44e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-440","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-438",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]