Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 2 The First Step to Change Your Destiny

The Emperor had betrayed the oath he had sworn with his blood and pledged with his soul.

The long-planned reckoning of the Four Chaos Gods arrives, and a colorful storm floods the laboratory.

Each incubator was pulled into the sky by the vortex and flew towards its destined planet.

Ningluo suddenly opened his eyes and thought to himself.

[The first step to changing my destiny now depends on whether my golden finger is powerful enough.]
The Warp is also known as the Sea of ​​Souls, the Supreme Heaven, the Immaterial Universe, and the Chaos Realm. Different people call it according to their own cultural habits.

The Sea of ​​Soul is composed of pure energy. It is like a mirror of the real universe, formed by the emotions and soul reflections of all intelligent creatures in the physical universe.

As Nimrod opened his eyes, a strong belief in his heart burst out.

[My destiny is controlled by myself. Neither the four vendors nor Old Man Huang can decide my fate.

I'm going to the Obscure Star Region, Vostroya, the main star of the Vostroya system!]
The black fog rose and enveloped him. His strong belief pushed the black fog to spin faster. The colorful vortex was affected and gradually deviated from the preset trajectory.

Tzeentch, the "Weaver of Fate", was the first to notice the change in the strings of fate. The eleventh Primarch escaped from the vortex and did not fall to his destined place.

"Change... everything is going according to plan..."

The other three gods soon discovered the strangeness of the incubator as well. They watched the scene with great interest until the black fog disappeared.

Nimrod waited nervously. Although he was chosen by the "Kingdom of Disorder", he knew that the authority of the source material would gradually increase with the advancement of the sequence.

If it were in the real world, the "Country of Disorder" would not bring him any help.

But this is the Warp, where emotions and beliefs are the most powerful forces.

Nimrod used his faith as strength to pry open the "country of disorder".

Even if the status of the source substance is lower than that of the four gods, it is close to the same level.

The combined efforts of the two may be able to change the falling planet. This is the first step he takes to change his destiny!
While the incubators of the other Primarchs were still sliding in the Sea of ​​Souls, the incubator of the eleventh Primarch rushed out of the High Sky like an arrow.

The incubator fell at a high speed. Ningluo saw the dazzling smoke ignited by the violent friction of industrial exhaust gas and the hive city piercing the toxic atmosphere, which made him feel a little relieved.

Immediately, the incubator crashed into the sticky, muddy river.

The silver-gray iron shell shook and the glass partition shattered.

Ningluo stood steadily in the cabin. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and accurately grabbed a silver-gray fragment that was as long as an average adult's palm and two fingers wide.

The rapidly rotating and sliding mud had no effect on his perception. He noticed that there were no animals or plants in the river or on both sides of the river, and he smelled a pervasive toxic acidic smell.

Nimrod felt dizzy for a moment, but then he recovered.

The incubator was spinning slower and slower. Ningluo's brain quickly completed the calculations and he jumped out just before it hit the shore and bounced in another direction.

He bent his knees slightly to steady himself.

Nimrod stood up, looked at the hive city through the flying industrial dust, and then walked in that direction.

In the shanty towns outside the hive, people who have lived in an unprotected environment for a long time have more or less some physical mutations.

Many bottom nesters also come to live in the slums, and the foul-smelling sewage ensures a relatively fertile agricultural environment and a fairly rich fungal harvest.

A man with a stone-like tumor on his neck was the first to notice the outsider.

He was an outsider who would never have appeared in the slums. His skin was a healthy and natural yellow, glowing with light, like a sculpture created by an artist.

His long black hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes were as dark as ink, like a deep pool, and his nose was high and straight. Although he looked only four or five years old, the Primarch's face was angular and handsome, with a sense of majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him.

The mutant lowered his head in inferiority and timidity, and then a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

Such boys can be sold for a lot of money, and many bigwigs in Shangchao like to play with such tender-skinned children.

Once such thoughts arise, they cannot be stopped.

He immediately dropped the fungus he had picked up and pounced on the boy. Several other mutants also moved with the same idea.

The boy didn't turn around and run away. He dodged the incoming stick, and the silver-gray fragment in his hand cut the mutant's thigh.

Following the scream, all the mutants in the shanty town were drawn to his attention and they pounced greedily on the boy.

Nimrod moved among the crowd of mutants, and no one's attacks hit the boy.

At first the mutants thought it was because the boy was short, so they all squatted. They were familiar with this posture as they were engaged in growing fungi, rummaging through garbage dumps and ambushing vagrants in their daily lives, and they often fought in this posture when snatching spoils.

Their attacks still missed, as if the boy could predict their every move, the side thrusts, the iron rod thrown at the back of their heads, all their intentions were in vain.

The boy didn't look back, as if he had eyes on his back.

An hour later, a group of people were lying on the ground in the shantytown, each of them with their legs cut off, unable to move.

Nimrod searched the crowd with his eyes, then took off the cleanest and most complete piece of clothing, cut it casually and put it on.

He walked up to the mutant with a tumor on his neck, kicked him, opened his mouth, and pointed at the iron rod on the ground.

The mutant looked at the monster in front of him in horror, and after a few seconds he realized that the other party was asking how to say this thing, and he quickly opened his mouth.

Nimrod's superhuman brain quickly mastered the local Low Gothic language, which was a localized version of the ancient Teraslavic language, at an astonishing speed.

After five hours, he learned the basics of the language from these people.

Nimrod stared at the remaining surviving mutants and asked fluently in the local Low Gothic language.

"This world is Vostronia?"

All the mutants nodded simultaneously, fearing that if they were slow they would suffer the same fate as the corpses beside them.

He pointed to the hive not far away, "Is that hive Tezwok?"

The mutants nodded rapidly and simultaneously again.

Nimrod stepped forward and ended the mutants' suffering. These witnesses who saw him come to the hive from the ash wastes might cause him trouble if they were alive.

He knew that since Vostroya pledged allegiance to Mars during the Age of Strife, technology and knowledge had been pouring in, rapidly developing it into a highly industrialized world.

The locally manufactured weapons are excellent, especially the laser rifles, which are the most famous. In the future, the combat power of the Vostroyan Firstborn will be ranked among the top ten in the Astra Militarum.

Vostronia is ruled by a dual system of nobles and the Mechanicus. The weapons in the hands of the Oil Man can still cause trouble to me as I grow up.

Nimrod found a relatively clean black backpack, but even by the standards of the lower nest it was still filthy.

He filled his backpack with fungi and a ragged piece of clothing for a change.

Then he walked towards the hive. He had checked it once before. The ingredients for the "lawyer" potion on the profane slate were all glowing. All the ingredients could be found in the hive.

(End of this chapter)