[{"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-683":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},1511232,1962,"Chapter 683 - 682: The Whale Ring the Emperor Gave Hannibal","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-683",683,"\u003Cp>Lecter, the Faceless' legion fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Primarch's palace, twelve Communion Masters had carved a giant chair from sixty-two elegant Aeldari bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spines, stacked layer upon layer, formed the backrest. Intact skulls, slightly different in shape, were set into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelvises, fused, formed a seamless whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long, slender leg bones, tightly packed, supported the throne and Hannibal himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enthroned high, he lifted a slab of Ork rib from a platter held by a servant, his movements as elegant as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A telekinetic had shaped them, temporarily preventing spore release, preserving the perfect fungal taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed the rib calmly, watching the hololith before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron-grey runes advanced steadily. Yellow-brown runes vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Communion Master in yellow-brown armor approached the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, as you commanded, the forgotten neophytes, led by Meron and Sasebo, have banded together. They plan to surrender to the Wolves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannibal rubbed his fingers. \"You seem confused by my command.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are your gene-son,\" the Communion Master said coldly. \"They should be given the ritual, made into Faceless, and fight the Wolves to the death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am giving them a choice.\" Hannibal swallowed the rest of his sentence. 'We have no choice left.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His index finger, bent like a xenos scorpion's tail, stroked the ring on his thumb, its pattern blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memory pulled him back to Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body trembled. His vision filled with golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light came from his father's eyes, from a supernatural realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hannibal!\" His father's voice was like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know what a whale is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden light faded. Hannibal found his thoughts. He replied, \"An aquatic creature of ancient Terra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whales feed on fish and shrimp in the rich ocean,\" the Emperor's eyes were deep, \"but they do not drain the sea dry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand.\" As he lowered his head, he saw the Emperor's open hand and the golden ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dorsal fin was mottled. The tail fin was blurred, nearly transparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaping body was barely discernible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are Cetus.\" The Emperor's voice was commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have given you a gift. But you must restrain your appetite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moderation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had he lost the ability to restrain his desires?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts raced through his mind: The indulgent gluttony after days of hunger on Lecter. The first taste of Ork and fungal stew on the Wheel of Fire. The first taste of fear-infused Aeldari desserts. The mustard-covered jellyfish xenos...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head. He couldn't pinpoint when he and his sons had slid into the abyss of gluttony. But his fate was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They still have a chance.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Nareth will treat them well.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If I entrust them to another brother, Nareth is the best choice.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Nareth's teachings on the Wheel of Fire, the various delicacies he had prepared, and the salamander meat he had given him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They won't become Guilliman's components. They can still enjoy good food.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They won't succumb to gluttony like us. They will, like the Reapers becoming Shadows of Orders, under Nareth's guidance, master their power without being as tense as the Iron Hands.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They won't be as brutish as the Wolves, wasting good food.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the Wolves, he rose from his throne, picked up his bone-inlaid greatsword, and strode out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Communion Masters set down their knives and forks, picked up their weapons, and followed their Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy doors opened. The scent of blood hit them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannibal looked out. Ahead of the lines, 1st Company Captain Suarez and 2nd Company Captain Erlang led the yellow-brown Faceless, holding off the iron-grey Wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the enemy ranks, a savage, massive figure was unleashing unrestrained fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two giant wolves beside him tore yellow-brown figures to the ground, shredding them, as savage as their brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ raised his pistol, two boltguns spitting dense barrages, a torrent sweeping over the Faceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged at Erlang, swinging his axe, Helwinter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint green light flickered in Erlang's eyes. Green lines lit up on his body. His blade flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ spun his frost blade, the howling clash meeting the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crack, Erlang's arms trembled, but he had blocked a Primarch's savage blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of surprise crossed Russ's eyes. He let out a deafening roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greater the power the Faceless had gained, the deeper their fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ roared, swinging his blade in a storm of blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howling storm, the thunderous impacts, drove Erlang back step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In agony, he lost control of his blade. His yellow-brown armor shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a merciless chop, Russ split Erlang's body in two. Blood sprayed on his armor, instantly freezing into a thin frost by the frost runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Russ.\" Hannibal roared. His elegant voice, from his split lips, was laced with bestial hisses and unearthly cries of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hannibal.\" Leman Russ's ice-blue eyes met his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hannibal, look at yourself. How far you have fallen.\" Russ swung his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't know the power I have gained.\" Hannibal mocked, swinging his own sword. The inlaid Aeldari runes lit up. Cold flames leaped from the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swift blade shot, entangling the Wolf King's braided hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your whelps gained evil power and died for their crimes.\" Russ listed Hannibal's crimes. \"Sorcery. Xenos. Mutation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have disgraced our father. You have mutated into a monstrocity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He howled, swinging his axe, driving his full destructive power against Hannibal's alien strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf King's physique was much stronger. He should have had the advantage in strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Whale had drawn power from the xenos he had consumed and agility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fierce, decisive cuts matched Russ's in the clash. His agile, tricky strikes, swift and deft, overpowered Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the exchange, Russ, driven by instinct, used the strength, speed, and cunning the Allfather had given him, fighting Hannibal to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his complete defeat by Nareth on Dulan, he had unlocked his potential in the training cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his hunting experiences and from his wolf brothers, Freki and Geri, he had found power beyond himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of Fenris's fate line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fenrisians believe their fate line determines whether they die in the hot summer seas or on the winter ice, hard as iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rune Priests often told Russ, \"No one can change his fate line. Not even you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ believed this. But when the Allfather gave him his mission, he gained a new understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his ill-fated fate line meant he was born to kill his brothers, then that ill fortune was also his power.\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>",1087,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","42cae7ce1ee3f2cbebe82984e6012a1c8ea18087bc0888dc560dae293c12b939","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-684","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-682",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]