[{"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-679":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},1511228,1962,"Chapter 679 - 678: Be'lakor, I'm Not Interested in Your Deal. I Only Want Your Shadow Blade","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-679",679,"\u003Cp>The Blade of Shadows, wreathed in eerie light, vanished rapidly from Nareth's sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was startled. He glanced at the altar. The veil was not fully torn. The claw reaching through the rift had not fully entered reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His disappointment was fleeting. Then he felt danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder's\" wings beat, lifting him, as his psychic energy surged. Telekinesis, amplified by the layered \"Multiprism,\" expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surging telekinetic vortex spun into a storm, its fluctuations beyond the Primarch's control, grinding the surrounding rock to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he rose, the psyker's arm became ethereal, wrapped in a dark light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm seemed both real and unreal, twisting and extending unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a short, sharp crack, the force field shield, which even a Warlord Titan would struggle to break, shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the clash of supernatural forces, he finally caught sight of the thrusting dark light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pierced the layered telekinesis, the facets of psychic prisms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder's\" right side collapsed. His left arm rose, muscles rippling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hand Order slammed down. Golden light and shadow clashed, unleashing a series of supernatural explosions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade of Shadows appeared in reality, its gleaming, dark light flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm tingled. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psyker wielding the Blade of Shadows had strength rivaling Ferrus Manus's Silver Hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Blade of Shadows likely contains the gifts of the Four that Be'lakor somehow merged with his power.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, shadows spread from the altar. A chill mist condensed on the rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth, what impressive foolishness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are a Primarch of the Anathema. Mortals see you as a demigod.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even in the Empyrean, they sing of the fire of your power, having defeated the Wolf King and the Gorgon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice, like scraping, pierced the armor Vulkan had forged. It was filled with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you fail to realize that my power here is unsurpassable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am disappointed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the voice spoke, everything around seemed to wither and decay. White mist rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of Nareth's mouth turned up. He said carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If your power were truly unsurpassable, you wouldn't need to use this 'Decay' spell to attack my mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his words were mocking, he did not underestimate the threat. In an instant, he ascended to the third level of the Thelema mindstate, resisting the shadow spell's assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the Prince of the Warp, the King of Kings, the Firstborn of the Gods.\" Be'lakor's voice cracked like a whip. Thousands of mental razors, capable of shredding flesh and soul, swept towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supernatural mental clashes erupted in the ethereal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occam's shadow razors, which could strip consciousness, shot towards the golden Telema light rising from his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rippling waves spread into the gap between reality and illusion, producing a piercing tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veil's screech echoed in his mind. He felt the Shadow Lord's claw drawing closer, its cold scratching at his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided not to give it a chance to fully descend, to unleash all its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder's\" psychic energy surged, locking onto the Blade of Shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Usurper!\" Be'lakor roared. \"You dare touch my sacred relic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his roar, the puppet he controlled raised its staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of shadows materialized. The Blade of Shadows became ethereal in the \"Phantasmal Illusion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as it was about to vanish into the shadows, the staff in the psyker's hand suddenly trembled. The Blade of Shadows's ethereal form slowed. One shadowy afterimage vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh!\" A faint, nearly imperceptible sound of surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar flared with a dark light. The claw beyond the veil retracted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadow power enveloped Be'lakor's puppet. Its body grew ethereal, seeming to waver between reality and illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade of Shadows's blade rapidly faded. Just as it was about to vanish completely, a figure spiraled down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gyrinx John's black eyes fixed on the strange figure gripping the greatsword. The \"Winner's\" psychic energy surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What vanished was not the Blade of Shadows, but another shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor's puppet, shrouded in misfortune, failed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psyker raised its staff. Beams of dark light rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the afterimages faded. But the Blade of Shadows remained in reality, the unknown power clinging to it like a cursed leech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Winner\" could inflict limited misfortune on enemies, making them unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This misfortune amplified the \"Disorder\" effect, causing the shadow spells to fail in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light from the altar tore a small rift in the veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of dark light shot from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark light, like a devouring vortex, swept towards Nareth, now above the psyker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meter from him, it suddenly bent, as if rebounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spinning dark light flew towards John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Winner's\" fur stood on end. His psychic intuition screamed danger. Without time to think, he released his accumulated luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meter above him, a falling rock suddenly struck another. The trajectory of the rock, which would have grazed him, shifted, slamming into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was knocked sideways. The Dark Abyss grazed him, consuming the fur on his left side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his body in terror, gasping. He knew that if that dark light had hit him, it would have consumed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only his body, but his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he breathed a sigh of relief, a piercing scream echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked. The strange human with the split chest had been completely shattered. His master's fist had smashed him to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth punched Be'lakor's puppet down, his right hand grabbing its mutated claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like grabbing a cloud of mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange claw flickered between reality and illusion. He nearly missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder\" channeled psychic energy without reserve through his fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ethereal claw suddenly solidified, then he gripped it tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back collapsed. His arm muscles rippled. His hand \"Power Burst.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crack of breaking bone, the claw was crushed to bloody mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he grasped the Blade of Shadows, he felt an explosion within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threads of law filled his eyes. His body, mind, and spirit merged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I have digested the \"Mentor of Disorder\" potion.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intuitively felt the Kingdom of Disorder tremble. A new layer opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could examine the black-misted realm, he felt the greatsword in his right hand tremble. An icy voice sounded in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth, let's make a deal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't know what this blade is, how it was created.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is something you cannot control, cannot possess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I refuse.\" The \"Mentor of Disorder\" shook his head. 'Be'lakor, I'm not interested in your deal. I only want your Blade of Shadows.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he focused. His waist muscles rippled. A green teardrop talisman rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted in Dunnic: \"Silence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible force spread. Everything calmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade of Shadows stopped trembling. Be'lakor's whispers vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, black mist appeared in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silently, the Blade of Shadows vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings beat. His boots slid, crushing the vacant-eyed psyker beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crack, the shadow-solidified body was crushed to pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flickered in his eyes. Telekinesis spread. Everything on the ground was ground to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flew up, grabbing John, and opened the vox channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prepare for orbital bombardment. Completely destroy this planet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had taken the Blade of Shadows, this world was utterly corrupted, beyond purification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to issue Exterminatus to destroy it completely.\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>",1245,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","c75a006b1113d5f74e2fd62a9e44f4ce5abf8fae5446f338fb9fd166b628db90","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-680","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-678",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]