[{"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-607":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},1511258,1962,"Chapter 607 - 606: The Enslaver Mind-Controlled Horus and Mortarion, But It Could Not Bind Me","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-607",607,"\u003Cp>Five months after Nareth's arrival on Drune, with the major psychic nodes systematically eliminated, they finally breached the barriers and reached the network's central node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the hive city at the central node, he met with Horus Lupercal and Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth,\" Horus's smile held a hint of scrutiny. Since finding Russ on Fenris, this was their first face-to-face meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been even longer since he had taught Nareth on the Simian World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's achievements in the Great Crusade, the size of Shadows of Order, and his personal power arsenal all burned within Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were it not for Shadows of Order having endured a series of brutal campaigns and focusing its efforts on governing its territories, Horus might have abandoned his protracted diplomatic negotiations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Horus.\" Nareth greeted him with a calm smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth keenly noticed that Mortarion was not as warm as he had been on Barbarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone, though not as repulsive as Russ's, carried a certain distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortarion.\" Nareth's tone was even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One target.\" Mortarion ascended to the third level of the mindstate, his consciousness expanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping his scythe, he said, \"One sweep of my scythe will judge the sorcerous xenos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode forward, wind rushing past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion felt as if he were back on that night, advancing on the highest peak, beheading the Tyrant of Barbarus, liberating his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, fate had given him a similar task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slay the sorcerous monster, liberate Drune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A decapitation strike,\" Horus agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" Nareth drew the Osiron mind staff from his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his hood, Mortarion glanced darkly at the staff, then stepped forward. The Death Guard followed in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go. End this. Father wants this beacon of human civilization liberated.\" Horus quickly outpaced Mortarion, who wore heavier armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father had named him first at the war council. He was Father's hope. It was fitting that he deliver the final blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father would be pleased with his achievement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's gaze swept over Abaddon, Torgaddon, and the other members of the Mournival. He did not linger on Arkhas Fal, Balsar Kurthuri, and the others of the 19th Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He easily kept pace with the two Primarchs, staying a step behind Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a massive form came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its shadow blotted out the bright hive city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its body was covered in dense eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its tentacles draped over twelve spires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light blazed from Nareth's spine. He instantly ascended to the third level of the Thelema mindstate, thinking with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Such size. No wonder it could bind Horus, Mortarion, and Jaghatai.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Enslavers had no physical form in the Warp, consisting purely of psychic energy, feeding on the will of psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The form they coalesced in reality, its size and number of eyes, depended on their psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Enslaver leader was clearly far more terrifying than any encountered before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus and Mortarion saw the immense form moments later. Both showed a flicker of surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion gripped his scythe. It was no different. Just another psychic monster, destined to fall before his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode forward. One step. Two steps...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a sickening, slimy tentacle wrap around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body grew heavier. His eyelids began to close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorcerous... xenos...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion's throat seemed pulled by countless threads. Each word was agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mist filled his vision. He was back on Barbarus's peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale forms drifted in the mist. Necare's mocking laughter echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his scythe, slashing at the pale specters in the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nathaniel Garro watched his gene-father's scythe slow, until it moved slower than a mortal's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it stopped, he stood like a statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran, desperately trying to see, an unthinkable thought flashing through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Father, the Death Guard's Primarch, the resilient Mortarion, is being...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus felt Mortarion stop, to his right and behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned in shock. Then he felt a rope around his neck. His head turned with agonizing slowness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils widened. He saw Mortarion, scythe in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning back was even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt as if trapped in thick slime. Every part of his body moved with abnormal slowness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...\" A golden figure flashed through his mind. He raised his right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentacles shredded the golden figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father.\" Ezekyle Abaddon, Torgaddon, and the other Mournival members cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch, the Luna Wolves' gene-father, the Wolf-King, Horus Lupercal, stood helpless, frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds obscured the pearly tide. The Luna Wolves ran in terror through the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arkhas Fal, Nerat Kirine, Balsar Katuri, and Alastor Rushal watched in shock as Mortarion and Horus, one after another, froze like statues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They quickly looked at the Black Emperor, then breathed sighs of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Emperor moved beyond the \"statues,\" continuing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth raised his Osiris mind staff. 'The Enslaver mind-controlled Horus and Mortarion, but it could not bind me.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they flickered, dark spots appeared on the shimmering mental tentacles surging towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mental collisions raised towering waves in the Sea of Souls. The Sea of Souls shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless Warp entities, drawn to the portals the Enslaver had opened, eager to enter Drune but held back, were torn to shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Empyrean, within the Impossible Fortress's crystal spires, Tzeentch's gaze fell upon Drune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the frozen Horus and Mortarion. He saw the clash of light and shadow storms against the mental tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the predators flee, only to be caught in the psychic storm and torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ever-changing faces on His skin paused. From above His burning eyes, two curved horns, their spiral tips burning with blue and pink flames, extended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crackle, He spoke, in a tone different from His usual mockery, with pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mind. Will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless faces on His skin echoed His words in subtly different tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw countless daemons drawn by the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Enslaver weakened, they surged towards the portals, howling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Echoes reverberated in the crystal spires. He saw golden light gather in Nareth's throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth. A golden griffin roared from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light swallowed the portals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion echoed long in the Empyrean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden light shredded the foolish, advancing daemons. Lucky ones scattered in the spreading rain of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch looked away in disgust, His gaze relishing the red giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the Enslaver with the \"Griffin's Roar,\" Nareth spread his wings, catching the falling mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, in the hive city, the hundreds of enslaved psykers that formed part of the node collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus raised his right arm. A glimmer of gold entered his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Father...' The thought had barely formed when he saw the black armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized. He hadn't drawn strength from the golden light in his memory to break the xenos's mental shackles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth had killed the xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus holstered his boltgun, forcing a smile for his sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion awoke from his nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his scythe, confused. Seeing Calas Typhon, he realized it had all been a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necare hadn't enslaved him. He had liberated Barbarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked towards the psychic monster, then saw Nareth catch the falling xenos corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned silently. His hood clung to his head, covering his pale forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave. Drune is not for us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth, carrying the Enslaver, thought with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'All the potion materials are gathered. I can perform the advancement ritual now.'\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>",1242,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.115Z",1,"novelbin.me","78bc8bb628bd84ecf90426d58f944f195c57657ee0c4470254af0a29655589b9","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-555","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-606",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]