[{"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-688":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},1511237,1962,"Chapter 688 - 687: Russ, You and Your Wolves, Come Often and Bring Gifts","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-688",688,"\u003Cp>The shockwave echoed in Leman Russ's mind, like thousands of hammers pounding his head, or thousands of golden needles piercing his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were black and blue. His vision was blurred, filled with crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His high-bridged nose was shattered. The flesh was torn by the disassociation field. The exposed bone creaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood flowed like a waterfall, spilling a trail of crimson beads on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was weak. His right hand loosened its grip on Helwinter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How... how could I... lose…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I... caught... Nareth's... fate…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No one... not even... a Primarch... can... change... their own... fate...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed into the right cliff, where the Wolves stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Falling rocks slammed onto him, one after another, with a series of thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each rock made him shudder, forcing out more blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his body shook, the crashes echoed in his mind, scattering his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the fleeting glimpses of rock and darkness, he stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his consciousness blurred, countless images flashed through his mind: black armor, golden wings, a blue-white blade, a gleaming golden fist, and...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint fate, seeming to be in his grasp, yet slipping away, Nareth's fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Did I... really... catch... his... fate... or not...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question echoed in Russ's mind, deep in his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a rumble, a large fissure opened in the cliff face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a dozen Wolves lost their footing, tumbling down, crashing against the rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogvai Ogvai Helmschrot, Wolf Lord of the 3rd Great Company, stood frozen. His amber irises were filled with golden light and splattered blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Wolf King... lost!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amlodhi Skarssen Skarssensson, Wolf Lord of the Fifth Great Company, had the chant \"The Monarch is forever victorious over the Wolf King\" ringing in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Sanchez didn't even use flame sorcery, yet he easily defeated Jorin.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Wolf King killed Hannibal, who had gained powerful, fallen strength, yet was again defeated by Nareth.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Will the Wolves... always lose to Shadows of Order?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Rune Priest Ohthere Wyrdmake's mechanical leg clicked. His cunning, gleaming gaze dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Wolf King lost again.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'There must be a way to defeat Nareth. Even if not, the Shadows of Order are not invincible.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wolf King!\" Jorin's vision was filled with his Wolf King's blood. He ran towards Russ in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His roar shook the lost Wolves from their daze. They leaped, rushing to their Wolf King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth walked calmly among the Wolves. They instinctively avoided the majestic giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved away from him with hatred and fear, like startled rats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Mentor of Disorder\" channeled spiritual energy through his right hand. With a \"Concepts Swap,\" the Sword of Vaul became a hook sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his wrist. Helwinter flew up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sheathed the Sword of Vaul and caught the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the Wolves, frantically pushing aside rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Russ gave me Helwinter. It wouldn't be right to strip his armor in public.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He's not the type to renege. Let him wear it a while longer.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ah... I'm still too good to him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, he spoke. \"Russ is unconscious. Let him wear the armor a while longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember to bring it to me after you return to the Wolf's Den.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolves stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes grew fierce. Even those who feared Nareth most looked at him with hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the cliff, Blood Claw neophytes charged at Nareth to avenge their Wolf King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seasoned Grey Hunters, suppressing their rage, barked orders to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nareth!\" Skarssensson, unable to bear the humiliation, raised his axe to charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin blocked him with his arm. \"Don't be rash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His murky eyes gleamed. He spoke, one word at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Wolves... will not... break... their word...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's gaze swept over the enraged Wolves. He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They're angry. Good!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I hope he and his Wolves come often and bring gifts.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I'm not picky. I won't refuse any.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, his wings beat, lifting him into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, with Russ unconscious and dreaming, Nareth hovered at one end of the Florence Gorge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below him stood three hundred Faceless neophytes in black robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meron and Sasebo Tezuka stood proudly at the head of the formation. They had succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the Emperor's Tarot, they had found a path for the Faceless, a bright future illuminated by the Emperor's light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Nareth had crushed the executioner Russ. He had avenged their father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had accepted the Faceless, promising to lead them forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch released his usually hidden pressure without reserve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred Faceless, who admired him, involuntarily lowered their heads, their gaze falling on his boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have passed the initial screening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But by the Emperor's command, I must examine each of you individually, to ensure you have committed no evil.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meron and the others looked around. A squad of golden-armored Custodians were scattered around them. They were clearly there to ensure Lord Nareth carried out the Emperor's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After explaining to ease the Faceless's guard, the \"Mentor of Disorder\" spoke with \"Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Open your minds. Submit to examination!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasebo looked back. \"The Emperor guides us. Obey the Lord's command.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will be given new life,\" Meron said, kneeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasebo and the other Faceless followed Meron, kneeling with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth looked with interest at the young Librarian aspirant. 'Meron. I don't recall that name.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But he is more respected among the Faceless than Sasebo, who will found the Mortifactors Chapter.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, he ascended to the second level of the Enumeration, enhancing his one-way telepathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light and shadow flickered in his eyes. The Osiris mind staff in his hand blazed with dazzling blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His light body was freed from his flesh. His connection to the material world faded. The flickering light and shadow of the Great Ocean surged around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vortices of formless dimensions churned. Shapeless colors and complex emotions formed the aetheric vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The turbulent ripples of powerful minds, intense emotions, and primal impulses rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness swept over ten hard reefs, then spread to cover the rippling waves of the three hundred Faceless before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It fell into the ripples without hindrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it merged, countless images flashed rapidly before his eyes: Sasebo running on the lunar base track, sweat dripping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neophytes in the legion fortress's firing range, raising bolters, aiming at targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even powerful Librarians like Ahzek Ahriman or the Thousand Sons' Athanaeans Cult masters could not simultaneously read the memories of so many Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth, however, had the capacity to review the memories of all three hundred Faceless neophytes. He focused particularly on Meron's memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lit up.\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>",1107,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","f3d85d7796e90a0d5fc3dc14063aa7768298800e3d7a45e8887cc71bed06a1d7","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-689","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-687",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]