[{"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-561":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},1511274,1962,"Chapter 561 - 560: First Voyage through the Maelstrom Zone","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-561",561,"\u003Cp>868.M30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultima Segmentum, The Maelstrom Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the bridge of the Glory of Light, Wilshire stood before the hololithic tactical table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the Maelstrom was a novel experience. Even on its fringes, they felt the strangeness of this region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realspace was affected by the Warp, flickering intermittently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of officers handling communications had tripled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Simulus Chamber, unique to Shadows of Order and the Iron Hand was also affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Communication ships from the holds were dispatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Communication Ship A-1, proceed to sector A-59. Establish contact with the Shadow Song.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Communication Ship C-5, report status of the Sun Shadow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshire's hearing absorbed the cacophony of information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This operation is also an accumulation of experience.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Perhaps the Chapter will face similar situations in the future.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the hololithic star chart. Occasionally, one or two of the black and iron-grey runes would vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, runes would suddenly reappear, but only as blurred points of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The internal comm in Wilshire's helmet suddenly buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rune flashed; it was from the Chapter's Chief Navigator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't left the Navigator's Sanctum since entering the Maelstrom zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would be foolish enough to enter the Navigator's Sanctum now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposure to a Navigator's innate eye would drive one mad, or even kill them, and that would be the best outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshire activated the channel. The voice of Navigator Othello sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Light Lord, I have good news to report. My House's Navigators have observed a common phenomenon that will occur in perhaps three or four days. Forgive me, I cannot quantify the exact time here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We call it Malick's Wind. At that time, there will be an area like a Warp rift, calm as a peaceful breeze by Warp standards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can ride this wind and reach Tovendis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are the risks?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honored Lord,\" Othello chuckled softly, \"there are always risks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That calm space within Malick's Wind might cause a ship to run aground, for a few days, a few weeks, or possibly forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the experience of House Orsellio proves it usually doesn't get that bad. That shouldn't be your primary concern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The most common occurrence is Gellar field fluctuation, causing crewmen to go mad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was helpless, yet also somewhat proud. \"They don't have the firm will of us or the Astartes. They are affected by the tides and lose their minds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood. Plot the course.\" Wilshire ended the communication and immediately began formulating a plan to respond to potential threats in three or four standard ship cycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the data-crystal the Black Emperor had given him, he had acquired some forbidden Imperial knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowledge that defied the Imperial Truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemons of Chaos exist within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master of Vox.\" At Wilshire's call, an officer from the center of the bustling area approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshire nodded slightly. \"Dispatch communication ships. Ensure all vessels, including our Feather-Quill Scions allies, understand our navigational plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you command, my Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshire then switched communication channels and ordered the Chapter's Librarians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Assign all Court members and Librarians to designated zones. Prepare for possible threats from daemons, Warp predators, and out-of-control crewmen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, that won't be a problem for us,\" the Astropath said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Entering this region amplifies our psychic abilities. Even Codiciers can handle astropathic communication.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as your orders aren't overly complex, I can relay them to the other ships.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maintain your Thelema mindstate when communicating.\" Wilshire reminded him before ending the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four standard ship cycles later, Wilshire did not, like the mortal crew, frequently glance at the hanging clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The timer in his helmet told him the time. Only forty-two standard minutes remained until the end of this cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshire clasped his hands together, fingers pointing downwards, and silently intoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'May my Lord protect me.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repeating it eleven times, he unclasped his hands. Simultaneously, the Chief Navigator's voice sounded in his helmet comm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, Malick's Wind has risen. Requesting Warp transition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Granted!\" Wilshire said decisively, simultaneously switching to the Chapter's comm channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alert!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black and grey-limestone ships cautiously began increasing their Warp engine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aetheric glow, visible only to psykers, was clearly visible, but all viewports were shuttered, and no one witnessed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the lower decks, laborer Jorinton sat on a crate, patting his oily pockets. His last ration card was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed a canister angrily on the ground. A few drops of remaining oil mixed with some greenish liquid spurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton lunged like a starving dog, lapping up the liquor on the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a dozen seconds, his fist slammed onto the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! How come those officers and Astartes get to drink fine liquor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton didn't actually know who on the ship could drink; he just heard things from others and let his imagination run wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just gotten up when he suddenly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cacophony of voices sounded in his ears. He looked around panicked, but saw no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly stopped. Madness slowly crept into his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they won't give it to me, I'll take it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton grabbed a wrench from the crate. He strode to a copper pipe and smashed it twice with a clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of heat struck him. His thin clothes became soaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton winced in pain, but thinking of the liquor, he shook it off, ignoring his burns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried towards the supply depot. After a few dozen steps, he suddenly saw an oil-stained man holding a rusty box, taking small sips with an expression of enjoyment on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the expression he himself wore when drinking liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton roared. The laborer flinched and looked up in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The copper pipe slammed into the laborer's face. Again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton dropped the wrench, grabbed the lunchbox, and peered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that trace of green, he recognized it as porridge from the cauldron on the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton picked up the wrench and smashed it into the back of the laborer's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat and walked a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and rummaged through the blood-spattered body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he found four yellow cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was two days' wages for a lower deck worker, enough to live on for four days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the old-timers said this treatment was better than most crew in other Legions, Jorinton was always dissatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted liquor, lots of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton's eyes lit up. \"Kill twenty-four more, and I can buy a bottle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hissing voice sounded in his ears again. He slapped his hands together excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right, buy it? Kill that fat pig, and it's all mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them all, kill them all...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorinton shouted excitedly. He killed seven more laborers in a row, replacing the pipe with a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he approached the ninth laborer, the man looked up, saw the blood-soaked Jorinton, shouted, and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the deck, a \"Light Suppliant\" heard the report from the deck enforcer and immediately rushed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord...\" the enforcer exclaimed, hurrying to catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know why this adjutant had come to the lower decks, and so urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the enforcers' responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three seconds, the \"Light Suppliant\" navigated the winding area and found the blood-soaked laborer swinging his wrench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his Lord's instructions, the \"Light Suppliant\" dared not delay. Two sun-like lights suddenly blazed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light, like the midday sun, suddenly flared in the dim deck. The two fleeing laborers were momentarily blinded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Light Suppliant\" saw that \"Sunshine\" had not purified the enemy. A thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Could it be... I overestimated him?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't approach. Cautiously, he drew his archaeotech pistol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of stellar light. The laborer's body was instantly vaporized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Well, I definitely overestimated him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Light Suppliant\" smiled wryly. His reaction had been overly cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, aboard the Shadow Song, 2nd Company Captain Olivier rushed to the upper decks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too raised his archaeotech pistol. A beam harvested from the planet's radiative layer lanced into a creature whose tongue was glued to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZZZAAAAP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood mist surged, but the daemon possessing the body did not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Solar High Priest\" spread his arms, as if to embrace it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure, clear, brilliant, warm light descended from above, striking the daemon's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon roared in fury, then rapidly dissipated in the \"Holy Light Summoning.\"\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>",1410,"2026-06-06T05:05:27.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","cb4a61b84ed9356f301212235345bd9f02da2fbc4b1e551c8b2b07ca7ef0fb5a","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-562","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-616",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]