[{"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-689":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},1511238,1962,"Chapter 689 - 688: I Have Ultimately Failed Your Trust","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-689",689,"\u003Cp>Nareth's eyes deepened. His consciousness gently merged with Meron's mind. He saw a grey forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Librarian stood before a towering tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand. Over a dozen branches broke and flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Warp manifestation was a forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the great tree were many lights of varying heights and brightnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled closer and magnified one of the trees, a mix of blood, grey, and black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree rapidly faded. A illusory image appeared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim grey forest, youths ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, a wolf-like creature, pitch black with flecks of blood-red, howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its tongue was long, almost the length of its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its iron-grey eyes flickered with a red gleam. Its tongue shot out, wrapping around a stumbling girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tongue coiled. The girl flew towards the creature. Its two unusually long fangs, extending past its lower jaw, opened and closed. Blood sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately recognized it from the Blasphemous Tablet: the main ingredient for Sequence 5 \"Reaper\" on the Red Priest Pathway, the Grey Hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly read the memories of other Faceless neophytes. He saw Grey Hunters attacking villages, devouring humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Lecter is truly a harsh world. Not only barren, but also home to dangerous creatures like the Grey Hunters.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Still, it's much more hospitable than death worlds like Fenris.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also noted that they had been taught table manners, food preparation, and the like, but had not undergone the Faceless's Communion ritual: Hunt, cook a xenos, and consume it according to ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes deepened. He thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The Faceless raised many xenos. They had enough time. Yet they did not advance to full Faceless.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It seems deliberate...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, he shook the Osiris mind staff again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue light, like moonlight, bathed the Faceless neophytes in black robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their nerves, tense since the Wolves' arrival, gradually relaxed. Their consciousness grew fuzzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of clarity crossed Meron's eyes. But then the \"Majesty\" of Lord Nareth echoed deep in his mind: \"Open your minds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His taut mind eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes. A blurred image appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blurred image was their memories of growing up in Vostroya, blurred by the intense physical changes of the 'implantation surgeries.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would not remember their parents, nor the hive of their birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would only remember the Monarch's hymns and legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness spread, copying and replacing the grey, fragmented orbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After modifying the Faceless neophytes' blurred memories, he began modifying their clear memories after becoming Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of these were training memories: raising bolters to shoot targets, honing skills in training cages...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made minor modifications, replacing training ground emblems, correcting training base locations...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he made these small changes, he noticed two gleaming golden orbs in Sasebo's mind, brighter than the Custodians' golden armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness spread, touching the memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasebo stood on the lunar surface, gazing at the dim homeworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Mankind's light blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'His reverence for the Emperor borders on faith.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No wonder he could receive revelations from the Emperor's Tarot and find Posul.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Now, let me shatter that faith!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, light flickered in his eyes. Layers of consciousness enveloped the golden orbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp crack, the golden orbs shattered, scattering into points of golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasebo felt a sense of loss. His mental world trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth shook his blue staff. The pale blue light enveloping him deepened, like the deep sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark black orb formed. Images appeared: Sasebo's eyes blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his gleaming blade, following the black-armored demigod, chopping Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then touched the other golden orb. In the blazing light, golden wings shone. A black-armored giant walked, his blue-white blade flashing, driving the iron-grey executioner back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a real image in Sasebo's deep mind, not reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he hadn't seen the fight, his mind had generated a 'reality' blending the real and the illusory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth's eyes flickered. The golden orb grew brighter and brighter, illuminating his entire mental world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hours later, Nareth withdrew his consciousness and looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred Shadows of Order neophytes slowly woke. Meron's eyes gleamed. He knelt on one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank You, Father, for Your instruction. I have mastered the first level of the Thelema mindstate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last memory he had implanted was of personally teaching them. It matched their current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he began modifying the second batch of Faceless neophytes in the Wolves' den, the warm hearth fire lit the iron-grey stone room as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jorin, Wolf Lord of the 13th Great Company, felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only from the cold radiating from the Wolf King's damaged armor and talismans, but also from the cold etched in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was clouded. The images of Sanchez's gleaming blade and his Wolf King crashing into the cliff alternated, tormenting him. His weathered face grew more sorrowful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Wolf Priest, Ulbander, rose from the grey stone bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freki and Geri, coiled uneasily by the bed, let out a low growl, ready to spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Wolf King is fine,\" Ulbander explained to the Wolf King's wolf brothers. The two giant wolves stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked silently to Jorin. \"Like Dulan, the Wolf King is only wounded and unconscious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is a Primarch. The wound will heal quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concern in Jorin's bloodshot, murky eyes faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. Like Dulan, the Wolf King had lost again, to the same man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know how the proud Wolf King would face it when he woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. \"Come with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked out of the iron-grey stone room. Jorin said to the anxious Wolf Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Wolf King is fine. He just needs rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glimmer of light lit Ogvai's sunken eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amlodi breathed a sigh of relief. His clenched hand relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the others dispersed, Jorin returned to the room. He took a bottle of hot mead from beside the hearth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat on the floor, looking at the Wolf King on the stone bed, his gaze sweeping over the frost armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old friend.\" Jorin smiled bitterly, using the address he only used when they were alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ's whisper in his ear on Dulin flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You, only you, I will always hold in the highest regard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember the Terrans said you would never pass the tests. So when I saw you complete the trials, my heart pounded.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I knew, no matter how the fate may change, I could always trust my Shield-Servant without reserve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jorin drank deeply. As his stomach burned, Russ's voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jorin, you are unique, irreplaceable. No one on Terra or Fenris can compare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even at the end, when everyone disappoints me, you will never fail me. I have always believed this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because in the beginning, we stood in the same hall, pledging fealty to King Tengir. Before Fenris was turned upside down, we already fought and killed together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mead spilled from the corner of his mouth. \"I have ultimately failed your trust.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps I am too old.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said wearily, his hand loosening its grip on the bronze flagon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stone bed, Russ's eyelid twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden fist rapidly faded. He sat up abruptly, having crashed into the cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around warily. He didn't see Nareth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he recognized that this was not the dark Lecter, not the Florence Gorge, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Krakagad!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krakagad was the Wolfbrother's burial ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the howling Fenris, the cliff path descending from the Fang's Dawn Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up, puzzled. He saw the star, the Wolf's Eye, moving in this direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Season of Fire, the sun was near. The solar corona's golden serpents churned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire reappeared on the mountain peak. Malignant white light filled a quarter of the horizon. Glaciers shuddered in catastrophic melting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun. The Wolf Moon, Valdrmani, was hidden below the opposite horizon, pale in the sun's glare.\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>",1328,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","fcfa10520c6976640be9041d469c917a324f6b34a8aa29b1057cb6da36dc0f7e","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-690","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-688",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]