[{"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-678":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},1511227,1962,"Chapter 678 - 677: Be'lakor, You Lost It, Don't Think You Can Take It Back","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-678",678,"\u003Cp>Aboard the Shadow's Sovereignty, in the Navigator Sanctum, only the Legion's Chief Navigator, Wissel, was present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled back her ornate headband, revealing her third eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotions and sensations formed a thick mist that even psykers could not penetrate. But her third eye allowed her to see the warp and weft of the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merged the star chart with her own Warp manifestation, a deep canyon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focusing on her Navigator's way, she searched the countless paths for the one Lord Nareth had specified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The canyon was unusually deep. The mist grew thicker. The path was difficult to discern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her mind. Her third eye opened wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist rapidly thinned. She gradually saw the canyon's contours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed Viziole on a slope, tracing the hill's contours, searching for the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSS!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt a slimy tentacle, seemingly there, yet not, wrap around her neck, climbing towards her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly pulled down her silver headband, shivering in the empty, frost-covered sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long time, the phenomenon faded. Her clothes floated. She recited the Wissel Bible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she opened the vox system. \"Begin the communion ritual!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in Sak'trada Deeps, under the light of a dark grey star, almost black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a click, the blinds lowered. Nareth stood before the floor-to-ceiling viewport, staring into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes. His gaze pierced the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system seemed no different, except for that planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A veil seemed to shroud it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsena Dunn ended his call and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord, I have reviewed all departmental reports. No anomalies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Chief Navigator Wissel reports the mist was exceptionally thick when she charted the route.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is unusual, especially with a clear star chart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Shadow power.' Nareth nodded. \"I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Auspex to full power. Scan the system.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three solar days later, a black Stormbird launched from the Shadow's Sovereignty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pilot, Nelson, repeatedly checked all auspex systems, then opened his comm to report the anomaly to his gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, the auspex arrays are flickering irregularly. Intervals range from seconds to tens of seconds. Different systems lose signal for milliseconds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I also feel...\" the \"Winner\" said, uncertain, \"that fate here is disturbed. There is a dissonance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gyrinx John's eyes were deep. He scratched the deck uneasily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I feel it too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sequence 5 \"Winners,\" they had begun to actively control their own luck, accumulating it through self-restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the flow of fate was blurred, impossible to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Target rune C-6. Altitude one kilometer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth set down his data-slate. The auspex matrix master had submitted a rather brief report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matrix had not even detected life signs. The only guide was the energy fluctuations captured by the aetheric reader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose the location with the highest energy reading. It was the most likely place to find the Blade of Shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the order, he picked up the Osiris mind staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing the Blade of Shadows not only ignored defenses but could also harm the non-material realm, he did not enter the Enumeration to release his light body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he shook the blue staff, light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze deepened. The physical world faded. Points of mental light on the surface rapidly enlarged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ripples of intense emotion and primal impulse rippled in his eyes. He saw moaning purple vortices, pustules of green fear...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rough, hard red reefs shook. Ripples spread. Red vortices spun and grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The target location is a battlefield.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hmm, after the man from the divination obtained the Blade of Shadows and his power increased, one of his possible actions is to launch a series of campaigns to conquer the world.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, he set down the staff. He did not zoom in on the blood-red vortex. Not only his light body, but even his mind's eye could be harmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered that the one who got the Blade of Shadows was a psyker. With a relic, he might sense mental probing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the narrow viewport, the battlefield came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was surprised. It was nothing like his imagined image of the wielder of a greatsword rampaging and slaughtering freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was chaos. Naked humans, their bodies painted with the Chaos eight-pointed star in blood, had no clear allegiances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burly man, his arm merged with a great axe, split a woman covered in spines, her waist twisting violently, then lunged at a fat, pus-covered man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pale giant, surrounded by flies, laughing, slammed his fists down, crushing a thin figure with nine strange eyes, holding a black wooden staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Open the hatch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave the order, then flew out on his golden wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circled, taking in the entire battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, viscous blood covered the plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shrieks of the dead echoed, lingering in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch felt a stir. Light and shadow flickered in his eyes. In the thick, red mist, the souls of the dead did not rise to the Sea of Souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were drawn down, into the hazy shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Death. Soul. Shadow…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Sacrifice. Blade of Shadows.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inspiration struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hmm, Tech-Priest Kober thought he was doing archaeology, but was actually being manipulated by Be'lakor to gather his relics.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Then, the one who got the Blade of Shadows may not be its master. Be'lakor may control more than one.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, he focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black wolf Freddy leaped. Black mist churned. He sprouted four legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maddened Chaos worshippers' eyes lost their red. Their movements slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the softly echoing poetry, their tense muscles relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dropped their weapons, falling to the ground in a series of thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth looked at the ground, at the point where the ætheric blood mist was drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flickered in his eyes. He thrust his right hand. Telekinesis spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook violently. A fissure opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings beat. He flew into the deep crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gyrinx John leaped. Crackling sounds came from his paws, exceptionally harsh in the silent battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch tore through layers of rock, advancing over a kilometer in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-red mist suddenly vanished. Darkness spread. He saw malevolent eyes and a figure vaguely resembling the blurred figure from the divination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was nearly three meters tall. One hand held a greatsword, taller and wider than himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest was split open. A row of sharp teeth trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his right chest was a blood-red Chaos eight-pointed star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left arm raised a staff. The ætheric blood-red mist churned. The shrieks of souls from other battlefields echoed, drawn to an altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar was connected to an obsidian staircase, the entrance to the underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reach the altar quickly, he had not wasted time searching for the hidden entrance. He had forced his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He keenly noticed the altar seemed unreal, as if it did not truly exist in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos eight-pointed star blazed with blinding light. In the gap between matter and void, a shadow-wrapped, blade-sharp claw tore the veil, bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Indeed, he is performing a sacrificial ritual.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'His victory was likely orchestrated by Be'lakor. Psykers are better able to understand and perform rituals.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the greatsword. Its dazzling spiritual luster was mesmerizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Be'lakor, you lost it. Don't think you can take it back.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Not only the Blade of Shadows, but the other relics as well.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, shadows spread, obscuring the altar's blazing light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psyker let out an inhuman, piercing shriek, like a bat or a vulture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left arm burst. His staff aimed at the altar, unleashing a deep light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right arm swung the greatsword, striking at Nareth.\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>",1287,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","aea7f894c9b09fc16556aa2cbeb8fcbb1003d3d972763e86881cc3cecc2266f8","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-679","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-677",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]