[{"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-620":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},1511282,1962,"Chapter 620 - 619: A War of Faith","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-620",620,"\u003Cp>When Pat arrived at Pelasa, ground operations against the Nephilim had already been underway for ten days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not immediately join the fighting. Instead, he went to the Primarch's command base to report to his Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Pat's report, Nareth nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Malcador is using the powerful nobles to signal his stance, and also testing the reaction.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Screen them. Find those who are loudest against us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them.\" A cold glint flashed in Nareth's eyes. He would demonstrate his stance within certain limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted those nobles to understand that targeting him and Shadows of Order would have consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to make Malcador hesitate when formulating policies during his brief tenure leading the Terran Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Share their interests with families like Pyke.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Imperial Palace, there were over a thousand noble factions, hundreds of times more bureaucrats and officers scheming. Everyone had their own agenda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If factions existed that targeted him, there were certainly opposing factions, and rising bureaucrats and officers eager to advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dividing the spoils among them would keep the fallout within controllable limits, allowing Malcador to accept it and also cultivate a group of allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat considered the deeper meaning in his father's words for a few seconds before speaking, \"By Your will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your performance as a Shadow Guard has satisfied me. I want you to serve as a Chaplain.\" Though Nareth had established the Chaplaincy in the Legion, he had yet to find a suitable candidate for Master of Chaplains. Pat was high on his list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course. It is my honor.\" Pat stood tall, like a pilgrim priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder\" activated his Spirit Vision. Compared to before, he saw more. He could clearly see Pat's seamless, nearly transparent spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have already mastered the power I bestowed upon you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, yes,\" Pat said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go to the Forge Lord. He has a staff prepared for you.\" Nareth instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, come back to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you command.\" Pat acknowledged and left the Primarch's temporary office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He examined the command center, noting the similarities to Terran noble estates, the large circular windows, the gilded etchings on the walls, the ornate hydraulic doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the runic markers, he passed through several doors and entered a humming area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked towards the Forge Lord, whose mechandrites swayed rhythmically with the hum of mechanical pumps and pulleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosicky turned, seeing Pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Pat to a weapon rack and picked up a staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This staff was forged by Lord Vulkan,\" Rosicky said, his hand caressing the pitch-black shaft. \"I believe Lord Vulkan crafted it to challenge his own skills.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was sent to the Legion as part of our agreement, in exchange for the fortress-grade void shield services provided by our Techmarines on worlds threatened by dangerous environments and xenos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After I received it, I made some decorative modifications.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat took the staff from the Forge Lord. Aside from the skull at its head, like the Truth Stave, its appearance was completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden wings reminded him of his Father's wings. The spines were reminiscent of the Legion's emblem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like the Truth Stave, it can be used for both ranged and melee attacks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The intensity of the projected energy field can also be set manually, allowing you to stun enemies without killing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Vulkan incorporated some principles of the conversion field. It provides defense and enhances the stunning effect, ten times stronger than a standard Truth Stave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Artisan's\" gaze finally settled on the spines. He had used materials granted by the Black Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is my special design. They are not only sharp, but also amplify your voice when you speak, enhancing the effect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Telepathist\" noted the pride in the Forge Lord's voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your craftsmanship is remarkable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Vulkan is renowned for his forging. His creations are border-perfect. Even minor improvements are extremely difficult.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have not only improved it, but added functionality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All thanks to my Lord's gift.\" Rosicky said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newly appointed Chaplain added, \"Praise be to my Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosicky turned to the furnace. \"Besides producing supplies, we are putting the final touches on my Lord's armor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Vulkan, outside our agreement, personally forged a suit of armor for my Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat nodded. \"We will remember Lord Vulkan's kindness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Pat returned to the Primarch's office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw his Father slide a slightly golden potion before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took it. The liquid rippled, like a giant pupil, a gaze that could pierce the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank You, my Lord, for Your gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool, golden liquid entered his mouth. It tasted like champagne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny bubbles rose and burst, giving a tingling sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat's hearing suddenly expanded, taking in all the sounds of the command base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt himself dissolve, becoming ethereal gas, integrating the sea of minds around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched calmly as golden scales slowly formed on his skin, feeling no fear. He meditated proficiently, reining in the overflowing power of the potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness returned to his body. The golden scales vanished. His hearing returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank You, my Lord, for Your gift. I will surely use the power You have granted me well.\" Pat said respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the command center, Pat immediately joined the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he reached the front lines, he saw tens of thousands of humans loudly chanting hymns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked up at the giants walking among them, faces wet with tears of joy. It was not a battlefield, but a pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faith.\" Pat chewed on the forbidden word of the Imperium, watching the giants moving among the humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue giants moved with a marine-like undulation, exceptionally slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no necks; their bulbous heads sat directly on their shoulders. Depressions like eye sockets and nostrils circled their skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat raised his staff. Blue light flared. An invisible force field projected outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue Nephilim shuddered. A wisp of smoke rose, then it crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three people were crushed beneath it. One hit its head on the ground, blood staining the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding crowd, eyes filled with sorrow, gathered around the blue giant, reaching out, then pulling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They repeated this several times, but still dared not touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat lowered the power output of the force field. His Father enjoyed collecting strange creatures. Offering him a Nephilim would surely please him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a stone striking a lake, the blue giants among the crowd simultaneously lunged at Pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows of Orders raised their bolters, aiming at the blue figures, and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once in motion, the blue Nephilim displayed a swiftness completely at odds with their bloated blue bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shadows of Orders fired dense barrages, the rounds passing the obese 'fish,' blasting the surrounding humans into bloody mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those Legionaries whose armor bore the emblem of a black eye, the Eleventh Chapter's finest marksmen, had their bolts fly true into the blue forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the blue Nephilim attacked, they were both deliberate and cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shrieked, their singing voices trembling. They raised their weapons, firing piercing pulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants around them, like a sea, served as meat shields, forming a barrier around their gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" strode forward. His black eyes paled, seeming to stand upright. Invisible waves surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of humans fled in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens ran aimlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a dozen spun in place, caught between fleeing and forced restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few stood rigid, trembling, blocking their gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" observed the humans' reactions, thinking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The \"Awe\" ability usually works based on the target's willpower. For these Nephilim worshippers, the decisive factor is faith.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Those with the weakest faith flee. Those with stronger faith run aimlessly. Those with even stronger faith spin in place. The devout stand rigid.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Their faith is not unbreakable.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, his golden, upright eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching blue Nephilim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue Nephilim trembled. The piercing pulse focused its hammer veer, howling past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat swung his staff at its round head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its bloated arm raised a heavy hammer, trying to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain in its head intensified. Its arm slowed, then suddenly jerked aside, failing to intercept the staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light. The blue body crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat strode forward. He saw a green Nephilim running, roaring, emitting a piercing sonic wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Shadow of Order's helmet leaked blood, then was struck on the head by the strange staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brothers, we come by our Father's will.\" Pat's voice was powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pierced through his helmet's speaker, amplified by the staff's spines, drowning out the hymns of the human servants and the terrible shrieks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Nephilim are evil and cruel, parasites who feed on others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We bring the flames of fury, the punishment of destruction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaplain's words infected the Shadows of Orders. His Strong Will flowed into each of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shadows of Orders roared in unison, following Pat's attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Psychiatrist\" advanced. \"Awe\" sent the surrounding faithful into panicked flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of bolters drowned out the human servants' hymns. The blazing light of the force field tore through the false gods.\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>",1524,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.115Z",1,"novelbin.me","7a3820a3537f290dc9364f6dc5acbe3581a3c303138b9cfb4d23380dbe55ea46","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-566","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-565",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]