[{"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-582":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},1511315,1962,"Chapter 582 - 581: Russ, You're Quite Capable","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-582",582,"\u003Cp>Aboard the Shadow's Sovereignty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth watched a tall figure with golden hair, a fur cloak draped over his shoulders, enter the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth, you shouldn't be here. Ynniu is the Wolves' hunting ground.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am here by the Emperor's command,\" Nareth said impassively. \"Clearly, your Wolves are too slow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snort from Russ, the communication bead in Nareth's ear buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ glanced at Sanchez, who wore the Russ Wolf Helm forged by the Allfather's artisans and carried at his waist the blade forged from the Kraken's fang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Nareth's hand left the communication bead, Russ bared his teeth in a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jorin's hunt has begun. The Wolves will have their prey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth leaned back on his throne, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Jorin, not bad.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If the Wolves weren't going to participate in the Dulan Campaign, how could I get leverage?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If you can't find Dulan, I wouldn't mind telling you where it is.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Nareth knew the 13th Great Company's Canis Helix would mutate, he couldn't simply force his way in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only get evidence from the Dulanians, who would capture the mutated Space Wolves as a propaganda weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ scrutinized Nareth. Seeing his calm expression, his fists itched, and a shadow of foreboding passed through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached back and tore off the cloak made from the pelt of the great wolf Black Mane, which he had personally slain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yours.\" Russ shoved the cloak into Sanchez's hands and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A fine cloak. Wear it.\" Nareth's annoying voice sounded behind Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment Russ left the Primarch's palace, Jorin, on whom he had pinned his hopes, launched a full-scale assault on Ynniu III.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive cylindrical space stations orbiting the planet bristled with disruptor guns on their firing platforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They, along with the surrounding Dulanian ships, poured dense beams at the dark grey warships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Space Wolves 13th Great Company, supported by the 1st, 3rd, 8th, and 10th Great Companies, launched a frenzied assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To quickly clear a path to Ynniu III, the Wolf ships unleashed an offensive that was, even for them, too ferocious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark grey warships disintegrated under the terrible beams. Wreckage drifted in the planet's orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four days later, the Nidhogg finally reached the space station's orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Lord launched a bloody boarding action against the carbon-steel fortress held by nine battalions of Skarbyn soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Falcon also caught its prey: a Hunter-class Dulanian warship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the deck shook, Shipmaster Ossaga gave the order: \"Activate the ram array.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Array activated.\" Captain of the Guard Ingeld reported loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navigator Eileen's voice followed: \"Entering designated trajectory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ossaga looked up from the tactical display to the observation port above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hunter-class destroyer was directly above them. Its cannons hammered the Falcon's shields with continuous laser fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy hum came from the ship's underside, the modified weapon Ossaga had personally overseen, activating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two heavy, hammer-shaped impact claws, twenty meters apart, were retrofitted with shock-absorbing materials from large Wolf ships that had been destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boarding hatch between them had been converted into a massive explosive device. Melta charges were plastered on both sides of the hatch's bulge-like doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hunter-class destroyer suddenly dove at a sharp angle, then turned left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Falcon dove from beneath its prey's shadow, warning klaxons on the bridge screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Position locked,\" Ingeld reported calmly, locking the beacon onto the Hunter-class destroyer's lower flank. \"Prepare for impact.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment of impact, the deck shook violently. Static hissed. The observation port went dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks appeared in the armored glass, but it didn't shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alarms shrieked. A series of explosions like firecrackers erupted on the Falcon's top deck. Debris rained down inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engines screamed. Shrapnel laced with plasma flew through the control room, tearing Tech-Priests, mortal attendants, and servitors to shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the melta charges detonated, the Hunter-class destroyer's compartment walls collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolves roared, charging into the explosion zone. They leaped and bounded agilely between the shattered hull and deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the alarms sounded, thirty Skarbyn soldiers emerged from behind bulkheads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raised their double-barreled weapons and aimed at the Wolves. Their rate of fire was remarkable, especially compared to their other sluggish movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dense barrages struck the front ranks. Air shuddered. Explosions roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark II power armor turned to dust. Torrents of blood erupted from the Wolves' transhuman bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin swung his great axe two-handed, slamming it into a Skarbyn soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move!\" he roared and charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolves found their signature close combat was most effective against the slow Skarbyns. Their clearance speed increased dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six hours later, Jorin stood before a two-meter-diameter cylinder and gave the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find the data storage containing Dulan's coordinates. The Wolf King wants to crack it personally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolves exchanged glances. 'The Primarch had never shown interest in such mechanical things before. Now he wanted to crack it himself?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Jorin strapped his axe onto his back, his comm buzzed with the voice of Wolf Priest Ulbrandr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Harald...\" Ulbrandr hesitated. \"He's not right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not right?\" Jorin asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please come immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin strode towards the rune-marked deck. Harald was a member of his Honor Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't part of Russ's brotherhood, but had passed the trials of Asaheim after the Allfather's arrival on Fenris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was well-liked by the pack. Jorin had even considered promoting him to higher rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every way, he was a model son of Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jorin saw Harald, he immediately noticed he was completely different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was panting heavily, covered in bile. His matted fur and elongated fangs were exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right claws were dug into the skull of a Dulanian soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched, one hand on the floor, his animalistic, mad eyes darting around, as if surrounded by enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolf Priest Ulbrandr, clad in obsidian plate armor and adorned with bleached animal skulls, had his bolt pistol trained on Harald, as if guarding against a Fenrisian beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pearl-grey hair was streaked with black. Fenris's mark had frosted on his face, making the strands hard as ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wolf Lord, there was another, Bjorn the Hook. He died in the battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin looked at the mutated, corroded Harald, guessed what had happened from the Wolves' wary and complex expressions, and asked, his voice low and sorrowful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How many brothers did he kill?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three,\" Ulbrandr pointed to three suits of power armor around them. \"He tore them apart, one after another.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature that had once been Harald suddenly stirred. Mutation stretched its face. Its nostrils flared, sniffing like a wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Harald,\" Jorin roared. \"Don't move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harald froze. He growled, dark yellow saliva dripping to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin pushed Ulbrandr aside and shouted at Harald. \"You can defeat it. You have overcome it before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin had witnessed the Canis Helix's mutation before, but never a fall so close to wolf form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harald disgusted him, but also filled him with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harald arched his back, lowered his body. His Legion emblem fell from his clattering armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bared his fangs, suddenly straightened, stood on his hind legs, and howled at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the clicks of bolt guns being readied, Harald charged his Wolf Lord, his face twisted with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his claws. Bolt guns fired. Bloody holes exploded across his body, but he didn't slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin looked into Harald's eyes and saw only the pain of an animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me.\" He drew his bolt pistol, pulled the trigger, and blew Harald's head off, ending his suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find the cause of their fall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should tell the Wolf King.\" Ulbrandr suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not until we find the cause,\" Jorin looked around at his Honor Guard. \"That is my order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days later, aboard the Hrafnkel, Russ had what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the cogitator, newly installed on a brass stand in the Wolf's Den, and said to the red-robed Tech-Priests around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will work with you to find the route to Dulan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent binary signals surged through the Den:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Wolf King is actually going to crack it with us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can he understand Dulanian technology?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin.\" In the stifling heat from the braziers, Russ's rugged face was flushed with warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tech-Priests soon discovered the Wolf King was grasping everything at an astonishing speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if an inexhaustible wellspring of energy was pouring from his body, fueling his every action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six solar days later, his hair disheveled, Russ laughed heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven't had a drink in days. Bring it all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Russ downed his first barrel of Fenrisian mead, Nareth, having extracted some secrets of the Warp Spider Aspect from Slau Dha's mind, returned to reality. His communication bead buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, the Space Wolf fleet has set sail.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hmm? Faster than my sons.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Even with them distracted by studying Dulanian technology, it seems unlikely.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's eyes deepened. A flash of insight struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ's learning ability was quite remarkable, quite different from his rough exterior. He had learned High Gothic with a speed that even Horus admired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Did he participate in the cracking?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, he couldn't help but admire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Russ, you're quite capable.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, he willed himself to the Kingdom of Disorder again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the third layer, he picked up the newly recharged Dice of Prophecy. Information about Dulan flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Dulan, capital of the Dulanians.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A highly industrialized planet. A massive ring-like orbital station and numerous smaller stations orbit it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Its surface is red as blood, interwoven with steel and iron, interspersed with jagged rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information about Dulan flashed rapidly through Nareth's mind. He silently intoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Star chart from Ynniu to Dulan...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After intoning it eleven times, Nareth tossed the dice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The triangular pyramid tumbled through the air several times. A holographic scene unfolded before his eyes.\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>",1644,"2026-06-06T05:05:27.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","89c9c7534a44a4d8aae187f3d327768bde608617117d4c6964c04f6c6ae18c0e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-637","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-581",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]