[{"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-665":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},1511214,1962,"Chapter 665 - 664: Fulgrim's Sabathiel Swordsmanship, the Three Major Schools of the Eighth Chapter","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-665",665,"\u003Cp>The ground shook violently. The Novarans swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They drove their self-forged swords into the earth to steady themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sacred, golden light of dawn illuminated the space between the two kingdoms' warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the light faded, they stared in shock. What had fallen from the sky were not meteorites, but a squad of black-armored giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor Guard Captain Joe Vatalla looked at the Knight Lord's majestic back. He had felt no impact upon landing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm light of dawn had enveloped him and the other Honor Guard members, allowing for a landing smoother than any jump pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scene from his homeworld, Ventrillia's magma lake, flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Thierry, clad in a black robe, had walked through the molten flows that could incinerate Astartes, yet remained unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Lord Thierry's defense now extends to protect us.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, a dazzling light flashed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately followed the light, scrutinizing their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blade shone with a bright light. Unlike the gem-like light of Ventrillian swords, this was pure gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blade was also different: some longer, some with wider hilts...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sword was perfectly matched to its owner's hand, custom-made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, a Librarian stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mentalist ascended to the fourth level of the Enumeration. His spirit, now a body of light, separated from his flesh, merging with the surrounding sea of emotions: deep black fear and vivid red battle-lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within this collective mental ocean, he found a language similar to one in the databases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, he adjusted his helmet's translator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He descended to the second level of the Enumeration. As his psychic power spread, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Compatriots of Novaris, we are not enemies...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following standard integration procedures, he introduced Shadows of Order and demanded their allegiance to the Monarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patiently answered the Novaran nobles' questions, then turned to Thierry Viera and reported.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, the Novarans say all disputes here are settled by duels.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They will only join us if we defeat their dueling champions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thierry had anticipated this. It was precisely the method he had planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing would make the Novarans swear loyalty to the Imperium faster than defeating their champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He examined all the Novarans, his gaze lingering on a noble with a yellow emblem of three crossed swords on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head slightly and said to Joe Vatalla.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Joe, you will represent the Chapter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you command, my Lord.\" Joe drew his ruby-red sword from his belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since becoming a Shadow of Order, he more often used a psychic blade forged by a Kassai master-smith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After carrying it for over twenty years, he had developed faint psychic abilities, which he could use when channeling power into the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruby sword was more for practice. He never carried it into battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Knight Lord had instructed him to bring this practice sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joe Vatalla, a noble himself, walked towards the Novarans. Following dueling etiquette, he introduced himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Joe of House Vatalla, Ventrillia. Honor Guard Captain to the Knight Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thierry saw the Novaran who had drawn his attention step forward. His opposite number emerged, shouting in local Low Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Librarian translated. \"King Pedro Ordobael.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"King of the Novarans. The strongest warrior in their realm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller group of Novarans raised their swords, cheering for their king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After exchanging salutes, King Ordobael, in white armor with a proud bird emblem on his chest, lowered his visor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right forearm and shoulder tensed as he steadied his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roar!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, his blade sweeping in a sharp arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joe moved as if painting, raising his blade calmly to parry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he parried, his blade turned, thrusting upward at a sharp angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blades clashed, Joe's movements, whether attacking or defending, were slow, almost hypnotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thierry watched Joe. His Sabathiel swordsmanship was the best in the Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After defeating Akurduana, the Emperor's Children's swordsmanship champion and First Sword of the Palatine, in a duel, Thierry had become a close friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Second Rangdan War, he had often trained with Akurduana and his student, Lucius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Lucius, he had learned the Sabathiel style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This style had been acquired by Fulgrim, the Emperor's Children's Primarch, when he conquered Bezan, a notable achievement independent of Horus's tutelage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An organization called the Order of Sabathiel, skilled in dueling, existed there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Fulgrim incorporated \"Sabathiel\" swordsmanship into combat training, some Emperor's Children practiced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius, obsessed with swordsmanship, was no exception. But like most, he only dabbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The philosophy of Sabathiel clashed with Lucius's swift style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabathiel doctrine emphasized desire and want, the reconciliation of need and thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by overcoming superfluous desires within oneself could one master perfect skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Rangdan War, Thierry had taught this style in his Chapter. The Sabathiel style, based on balance, resonated with the Ventrillia-born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed this was because the Ventrillia-born, as nobles, better understood the style's philosophical depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eighth Chapter now had three major combat schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kassai-born excelled in the Ulvira style, passed down through generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ventrillia-born excelled in the Sabathiel style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vostroyan-born, and recruits from various worlds excelled in the Otsberg-Vaya style of the Legion's homeworld, which emphasized exploiting enemy weaknesses, matching Shadows of Order's keen perceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The advantage of Sabathiel was its adaptability and its ability to attack and defend with minimal expenditure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why Joe Vatalla could defeat opponents of similar skill. In a long duel, his patience would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Thierry watched, Joe Vatalla, like a patient sculptor, wielded his 'blade,' stroke by stroke, carving a statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Ordobael's space grew narrower and narrower, as if bound by a cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joe stepped gracefully, turning his body. The ruby-red blade wrapped around the gleaming sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\" King Ordobael cried out. His hand-forged sword flew from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared blankly at the black-armored giant opposite him. He had not been overpowered by strength, but defeated by a swordsmanship beyond his experience. He spoke, convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Joe and King Ordobael exchanged salutes, Thierry saw the Novaran who had drawn his attention step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Librarian translated his name: \"Afih Incapiye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another Novaran king.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After exchanging salutes, King Incapiye attacked swiftly. Through careful observation, he had understood Joe's style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To win, he needed a violent offense, to overwhelm his opponent quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ornate blade thrust at the black armor with a howl. The moment it met the ruby-red blade, he slid, sweeping his sword at Joe's right leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade was like a storm, weaving a deadly net around the black-armored warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joe was calm. His movements were fluid and coherent, creating an impenetrable fortress around himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst a rapid series of grating clashes, the ruby-red 'fortress' tore through the metal storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Incapiye stared blankly at his sword, spinning through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Novarans gasped in unison. The undefeated King Incapiye had lost his first duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I lose.\" King Incapiye said, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joe caught the sword, his noble smile flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your skill is impressive. Few in my home, Ventrillia, could match it.\" He reversed the blade, offering the hilt to the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every Ventrillian noble considers it an honor to become a Shadow of Order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believe your sons will join our Chapter. I will teach them, and we can continue our duels.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Incapiye, having suffered his first defeat, took the sword. After understanding Joe's words from the Librarian, his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a pledge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My word,\" Joe replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Incapiye walked to the Knight Lord. He knelt on one knee, presenting his sword with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, Afih Incapiye, swear fealty to Lord Nareth, and pledge my service to Lord Thierry Viera.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His people knelt, swearing fealty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thierry took the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I accept your fealty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Ordobael then led his warriors in swearing fealty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next month, Thierry traveled through the feudal kingdoms. Joe defeated all their kings in duel after duel, becoming a true \"Warrior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eighth Chapter won their loyalty through the Novarans' traditional method: the duel.\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>",1352,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","e03f8408213c99f70bcdf502a45ce10c9ff07872fe4f05a825837d2a6bb71972","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-666","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-664",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]