[{"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-460":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},1510909,1962,"Chapter 460 - 459: Nareth's Order to Conceal the Fruits of Conquest","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-460",460,"\u003Cp>Five hours after the surrender of Gardinaal's Crown, Captain Diana of the flagship Shadow's Sovereignity set foot on the planet's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden hair was not neatly tied up as before, but fell loosely over her shoulders. The deep eyes beneath her service cap were also somewhat softer than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana looked up at the large screen ahead. A High Lord in ornate robes was delivering a speech to the worker-caste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ismael's voice vibrated like metal. Standing beside him was the Primarch's attendant, Arsena Dunn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Consuls, Vice-Consuls, and all people of Gardinaal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you know, we have surrendered to the Shadows of Order and will become territory under Lord Nareth's governance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana had prepared thoroughly for her task. She had learned the local language from Gardinaal prisoners and understood the High Lord's speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Primarch's aide's plan has succeeded. He used the Osirian Psyrid Staff to dominate the High Lord's will.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ismael's influence over the worker-caste, built over millennia, will ensure the industrial facilities of Gardinaal's Crown resume operation swiftly.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana's blue-green eyes shone. She would flawlessly complete the task assigned to her by the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gardinaal had abandoned Warp travel, so their fleets, despite formidable industrial output, never expanded beyond their star system. She hadn't contributed much in the prior battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was finally time for her, the \"Psychiatrist,\" to play her part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana then scrutinized the Worker Caste. Since becoming the \"Psychiatrist,\" her vision had further improved; she could clearly see the gray-white figures standing even beyond the range of the lumen lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" smelled the scent emanating from their biochemical bodies. From it, she savored complex emotions: relief, but also bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" gazed for a long time, until the screen's footage began to repeat. Then she began to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" pointed, selecting individuals from the worker-caste whom she judged needed conversation. Among them were those who had tightly gripped their tools, showing resistance, as well as those appearing lost and helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana instructed her attendants: \"The one with thick hair. The one with the injured arm...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shortly after, Diana sat within a worker-caste dormitory. The odor of sweat mingled with mildew made her frown slightly, but she decided to proceed in the familiar environment of her subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" pulled a prepared essence from her pocket. This was a joint creation with Hathor Maat, developed from experiments on thousands of substances before he returned to the Thousand Sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its main component was the Brot flower, a hibiscus-like herb that emitted an aromatic fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scent had a strong inhibitory effect on the human central nervous system, capable of relieving tension and inducing drowsiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worker-caste member who entered the dormitory had thick hair. From the moment Gardinaal's Crown was first attacked, he had begun violating the ban, letting his hair grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he wanted to obey no one's orders, not even those of the \"Order of Shadows\" who had supposedly liberated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the graceful figure seated on the folding chair, his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, his body froze. He stared at the woman before him with terror, as if she were a great beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" used \"Dragon's Might\" to dispel the vile thoughts in the gray-skinned man's mind. Then she asked in a \"Placating\" tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is your name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Rafa of the Kadona.\" The gray-skinned man's fear subsided, and he stood somewhat dazedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rafa, sit.\" Rafa sat on the stone-slab bed. worker-caste beds were made from local materials, using granite from Gardinaal's Crown's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The manufacturing process was simple: merely grinding down the sharp edges. Sitting on his blanket, Rafa still felt the bed's hardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rafa, let's first talk about your experiences.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the 105th generation of the Kadona caste...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" patiently listened to the gray-skinned man's story. As she expected, Rafa's life had been in service to Gardinaal's industry from the very beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the candle had burned down by a third, the \"Psychiatrist\" finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rafa, are you willing to serve Gardinaal's new master, Lord Nareth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am not willing,\" Rafa answered without hesitation, revealing his inner thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to sleep on a hard bed anymore. I also want to sleep in a habitation tower...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana felt a slight sense of dissolution within her, similar to the feeling after drinking coffee during her office work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently stroked the fur of her strong-brain cat, her mind rapidly processing, systematically organizing the key points of the other's speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'More comfortable living conditions, living in hab-towers like the lower castes within the city. ...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana knew she couldn't speak with every single Gardinaal individual. Not even one-tenth of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still at least tens of billions of people on Gardinaal's Crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the \"Psychiatrist,\" she had set herself two tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was to negotiate with representative figures from different castes, excavate their inner desires, and provide feedback to the Primarch's attendant to facilitate future governance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening to Rafa, the \"Psychiatrist\" began her other task: to mold her conversation subjects into standards for the new era, to make more Gardinaal take them as examples and serve the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was soothing and magnetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From now on, you must work diligently and serve Lord Nareth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will soon find your life undergoing changes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist's\" words echoed in Rafa's mind. As he walked out the door, only one thought remained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Work diligently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana pulled out her data-slate, recording the key points of the conversation before the next subject arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had witnessed many worlds become Lord Nareth's territory. Regardless of which Chapter managed the future Gardinaal, the demands of worker-caste members like Rafa would be met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Diana spoke with her second worker-caste subject, in High Lord Matiss' estate within the capital, the Primarch's aide was holding a data-slate and began his report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, the industrial facilities of Gardinaal's Crown have been preserved almost entirely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Due to the control based on the caste system, we have a grasp on the status of the majority of the population. Over 75.2 billion individuals are now adapting to the new era.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth nodded with a smile, thinking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ferrus Manus, while fulfilling the Emperor's demand not to destroy the industrial facilities, still turned Gardinaal's Crown into a dead world.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The forbidden weapons he used killed most of Gardinaal's Crown's population. Post-war, the planet was completely uninhabitable for centuries. Roboute Guilliman, who took over, likely spent a great deal of time restoring Gardinaal's former production capacity.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'After all, besides industrial facilities, people are also the foundation of Gardinaal's industry.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth felt pleased with his strategy. He had acquired both major assets: industrial facilities and population.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black eyes grew profound. He issued an order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When reporting the Gardinaal situation to the War Council, state that Gardinaal possesses only one habitable world, with a population of merely ten million.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsena was taken aback, his eyes filled with astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, this would make your brilliant achievement seem insignificant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Moreover, you previously mentioned that the Emperor has begun considering retreating to Terra and selecting one among the Primarchs to act as Warmaster in his stead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your approach would diminish your chances of succeeding as the Warmaster of the Great Crusade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsena spoke with confusion. Although Horus Lupercal's achievements had held a slight lead, they were not insurmountable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gardinaal was a weighty counterbalance. Its production capacity surpassed many Forge Worlds, its population was vast, capable of injecting new momentum into the Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a monumental triumph enough to delight the Emperor and the entire War Council, a glorious achievement that could turn the tide.\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>",1286,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.771Z",1,"novelbin.me","62a70b0c1728a3870c1cc3ffaf48a8fc51a1aebc7e75f191c881ee990c2071ca","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-461","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-459",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]