[{"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-693":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},1511242,1962,"Chapter 693 - 692: Setting Coordinates in the Formless Wastes","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-693",693,"\u003Cp>Santiago's eyes blazed with starlight. He opened his mind to perceive this special region of the Great Ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental streams of countless beings constantly formed and dissolved, surging into swirling vortices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vortices collided, leaping with blazing light, illuminating this region like stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars of various sizes and shapes, emitting eerie light, were scattered within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, the Daemonologist activated the psychic circuits embedded in his armor. The runes on two of his six COG Drones lit up in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light blazed in his eyes. He mentally visualized the coordinates he had perceived from the data-crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Streaks of starlight shot from his eyes, like meteors across the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, they scattered, like unbound celestial bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three seconds, two streaks shot towards the same point. The remaining starlight gradually converged on one star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his psychic staff. The engraved runes blazed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>House Borgkamp runes for power. Vlaka runes for positioning. The full-fledge \"Astrologer's\" runes for locking. Aeldari runes for dimensional teleportation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazzling light blazed, enveloping him and his six COG Drones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specks of brilliant starlight fell, condensing into a transparent bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped onto the starlight bridge. His COG Drones followed, holding their Bedrock-pattern bolters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bolters had been ritually inscribed by the Fifth Chapter's \"Light Suppliants.\" Each round had been soaked in holy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes blazing with starlight, he ascended the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality faded. Three-dimensional structure dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisting light and mist rose, shimmering with magnificent light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped onto the fifteenth step, the scene abruptly shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in the air. Crackling lightning filled his vision. Endless, transparent stairs pierced through the world, from sky to ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Towering pillars of fire, some leaning, some straight, tore the earth into blocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around. He saw many shimmering orbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tracked one red-black orb. It rose like a bubble, reflecting a blurred image: a figure in a gleaming crown, laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb drifted, crashing to the ground, stirring up mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a rumble, the dream of some reality was etched into the Formless Wastes, becoming a black, elliptical stone, wreathed in pale red flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of orbs drifted around him. Not every one left an imprint. Some burst into mist on collision, vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over a castle built of bones in the distance. He stepped down cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He perceived everything around him, the orbs. From a deep black orb, he felt the fearful dreams of those enslaved by the Drukhari. From a green orb, he caught the Ork's fantasy of being favored by Gork and Mork...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gradually understood:  'As my Lord said in the data-crystal, every dream, nightmare, and illusion manifests in the Formless Wastes.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp is born from many emotions and thoughts, not just dreams, nightmares, and illusions. But the Formless Wastes are specifically born from such thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perceiving this characteristic, he had an idea for marking the special coordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would distinguish this place among the countless dreams, nightmares, and illusions, thus pinpoint its location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, the \"Scribe's\" mutated brain cells activated, forming complex symbols, dense patterns, and unique markers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orb after orb was analyzed, \"Recorded.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Scribe\" \"Recorded\" not only beyonders abilities, but also the customs and landscapes of various places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now \"Recording\" the orbs of this place in the Formless Wastes, recording each dream, nightmare, and illusion in Dunnic and various markers in an ethereal book of spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pages of red-black, deep black, pale green, and blue-purple rapidly formed and turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic book grew thicker as his spiritual energy drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seasoned \"Scribe\" discerned the differences in his \"Recordings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'\"Recording\" customs consumes far less spiritual energy than recording beyonders abilities.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed through his mind as he continued \"Recording.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha!\" The \"Scribe's\" book took shape. He breathed a sigh of relief, easing the fatigue from mental focus and psychic depletion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes suddenly flickered. Searing heat, laced with a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature with a bird's head and serpentine body, covered in yellow-green blotches, leaped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two COG Drones' defense protocols activated. They raised their Bedrock-pattern bolters, aiming at the wolf-like, tiger-clawed daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK! CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two gleaming golden rounds flew, as if through water, propelled through the rippling, colored waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden light grew brighter. With a short crack, they struck the daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\" It let out a piercing shriek. Two large holes appeared on its body, surrounded by golden cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like shattering glass, its yellow-green body exploded, turning to ash in the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Weaker than expected.' He looked at the distant bone castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A minor daemon born from the thoughts of a powerful daemon or Daemon Prince?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew from the Black Emperor's data-crystal that the Formless Wastes were home to many such daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not fragments of the Four. They were much weaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this meant that the entity inhabiting that castle was a powerful daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with the death of his minor daemon, he would immediately notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I must complete the coordinate marking quickly.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Scribe's\" eyes flashed with the psychic book. He glanced at it as a whole. He immediately noticed that most of the pages were blue-purple, interspersed with red-black, deep black, and pale green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the pages rapidly turned, his transhuman mind distinguished scene after scene:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An artist with disheveled hair, standing by the sea, an image of swimming fish forming in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beggar, curled in a damp, foul pipe, drooling, imagining his pockets filled with Aquila coins, fine wine, and hive-city rat steaks before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue-purple represented illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a place of illusions.\" As he spoke, his spiritual energy surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blazing symbols formed rapidly. The Dunnic symbol for \"Place of Illusions\" took shape, surrounded by blue-purple patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a mystical connection form between him and the established coordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just completed the Black Emperor's command when an earth-shattering roar sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned. A gigantic figure appeared atop the bone tower.\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>",1001,"2026-06-06T05:05:28.648Z",1,"novelbin.me","1a4a007de4ffcd9891b7d085ffb1a666aed4eb7ea60dadc6870f8ad5583198a9","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-694","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-692",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]