[{"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-670":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},1511219,1962,"Chapter 670 - 669: Isidor's Atonement","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-670",670,"\u003Cp>902.M30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Viziole, under the cover of night, Keon, Captain of the Fourth Chapter's 5th Company, lightly tapped his right temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black-green mist seeped from the \"Gatekeeper's\" brow, swirling with twisted or formless faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a creak, a strange gate opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xenos banshees, arms spread, glided on wing-like membranes, their heavy stubbers spitting dark green rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With piercing shrieks, the semi-solid, semi-illusory rounds pierced the Hrud's jointed armor, striking their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dying Hrud emitted unprecedented, terrifying screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound reminded him of the final tick of a clock, or the ultimate death of a star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the death-shriek of time itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the terrible cries, the madness in the Hrud's large, black eyes momentarily receded. Glints of red hatred flickered. They momentarily looked away from the stasis device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hrud roared, raising their plasma flintlocks, firing beams hotter than stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plasma beams, constantly phasing between reality and the Warp, struck the banshees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK, CRACK, CRACK...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a series of explosions, the banshees' bodies burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the black-green spectral light, they re-formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some missing an arm. Others with gaping holes in their abdomens...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Gatekeeper\" watched his specters. The Hrud's plasma beams were not confined to reality; they had Warp-like properties, far more damaging to banshees than Imperial or Squat plasma weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the damage was limited to the point of impact. The spreading flame caused no further harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banshees, re-formed, attacked immediately, as if they had lost nothing, though their cries grew more piercing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beast-like xenos banshees charged the Hrud, swinging their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hammers struck the Hrud, passing through their jointed armor, crushing their pus-filled bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Axes split their black eyes, smashing their heads to pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Gatekeeper's\" intuition stirred. He looked ahead, sensing over a dozen Hrud had suddenly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flickered with concern. The Hrud's distorted fields were beginning to function on a world saturated with a stasis field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the four months since the Black Emperor activated Lord Perturabo's device, the Hrud's distorted effects had never worked here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of Hrud city-ships, tens of thousands of fungus-wrapped migration ships, arriving in the system, had been ambushed by the six Chapters' fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ramillies-class Starfort in the planet's orbit had been a meat grinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fewer than one in ten thousand Hrud had reached the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they still numbered nearly two hundred million, without the protection of their entropy fields, they were still manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the distorted effect was working. The stasis field was weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, in orbit, thirty-four city-ships and one hundred fifty-eight migration ships, forming petal-shaped formations, pressed towards the Starfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the central area, a section of cable from the power room's Punishment-class reactor suddenly decayed, crumbling to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isidor rushed forward with his attendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armor was unpainted. On Sondheim VIII, he had failed to resist the influence, becoming the first to attack his battle-brothers. He had been stripped of his Techmarine rank and his paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the war broke out, Isidor, the only Shadows of Order on the Starfort, had voluntarily gone to the power room to perform the most dangerous maintenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past fifteen solar days, he had made two hundred sixty-one repairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armor, after countless repairs, was pitted and dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer had the energy or time for maintenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six servo-arms on his back moved like spider legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To atone, he had pushed himself, installing more mechandrites than he could handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To use them, he injected stimulants laced with Omnissiah's holy oil daily. The strain accelerated his aging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had aged two thousand nine hundred years in a short time. His black hair had fallen out. Age spots covered his neck. His skin was withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right leg clicked loudly. The Techmarine knew it was from wear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered replacing it five hours ago. The manufacturing date on the part: 901764.M30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only four months ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the cable in his hand, it was decaying rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACKLE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sections of cable fell. Isidor let out a despairing sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the power core. It flickered, then died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The equipment in the room disintegrated. A rain of metal atoms drifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His six servo-arms retracted with a grinding screech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One arm, riddled with holes, fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shattered, scattering into parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head, staring at his chest. Four arms rapidly traced the Legion's emblem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust poured from the cracks in his armor. The Punishment-class reactor's dying scream echoed in his ears. A pained smile crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the power core died, the fortress-grade void shields failed. The entire Starfort began to decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ramillies-class Starfort, designed to serve three millennia, had been built only eighteen years ago. It now became a rain of metal, falling onto Viziole's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stasis field covering the entire planet noticeably dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The planet heaved. Great fissures opened on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crust shifted. Magma, accelerated by the Hrud's strange influence, then pulled by the conflicting stasis and entropy fields, burst through the crust, swallowing tens of thousands of black-armored warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of millions of Hrud were shrouded in a faint veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolts that had struck true, shattering enemies moments before, now detonated early from decay, or raced at incredible speeds, only to miss, deflected by distorted fields...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black armor shattered. Dust poured out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows of Order turned grey. Their skin grew paper-thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hrud city-ships, flickering in and out of sight, crashed down like mountains. Fungus-wrapped migration ships fell like spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the accelerated temporal flow, strange light flashed. Hundreds of bizarre, spherical cannons emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rooted themselves, firing at the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blazing energy rings shattered the hive city and the remaining battlements, debris raining towards the stasis device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the altar, Nareth's wings beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden flames blazed, filling the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hail of beams flew into the golden sea, swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder\" turned his hand. The 1.4-meter-long banner appeared. His spiritual energy surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, in the name of the 'Red Priest,' beseech the Kingdom of Disorder to grant me power. Amplify the stasis field to its utmost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thirty-three, eleven-meter-tall pillars of dual-numbered black gold shattered. Dense runes blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light shot skyward, a blazing star igniting over Viziole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black mist rose, enveloping the stasis device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim stasis field suddenly blazed, expanding to cover a region 120,000 kilometers in diameter around the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veil of distortion was torn. The distorted effects on the ships crazily converging on Viziole vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sundered, disintegrating planet stabilized. The six Chapters' Shadows of Order launched their extermination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged the xenos in fury. Bolts thundered, blasting the foul-smelling xenos, now visible, to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void, the black fleet emerged from celestial bodies around the system, encircling the exposed Hrud ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long-silent macro-cannons loaded. Their machine-spirits roared in fury, hammering the xenos ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In silent explosions, hive-sized city-ships shattered. Flames, caught in the lingering temporal currents, blazed faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fungus-wrapped wreckage rained down.\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>",1169,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","2aa6e8d7771e5ff4387cc15158ea3aa706706abc3ae2250e3194b07d3aa3e86f","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-671","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-669",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]