Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 436 The encouragement given in advance by Old Man Huang, and the old night-era ships personally recovered.

854 years.

Southern Milky Way, Storm Starfield, Barbaros.

The Shadow of the Throne arrives at the Caligum Gate via a portal.

Then, in just five weeks, the spacecraft was deployed from the northern Milky Way to the southern Milky Way by repairing the stargates of three pairs of space stations.

Compared to his usual appearance, Ninglu now wore a gray belt around his waist, an extra feature on his black armor.

"Biologist" Malena Skala and "Potion Professor" Mikel each prepared some potions for him.

Nimrod boarded the Stormbird and flew toward the Imperial flagship, the Busepharos.

During the journey, he looked out into the void through the viewing window.

Barbarus orbited the dim sun, which reminded him of those bastards of Mortalian known as the "Twilight Raiders".

Ninglu turned his gaze to the side of the Bussefaros, where even Huang Laohan's flagship could not obscure the enormous warship.

Its architectural style is generally similar to the mainstream Gothic style of the Empire, with the most distinctive feature being that the midships of the warship are taller and more prominent.

Ning Lu gazed at the warship, thinking to himself.

What is Old Man Huang's purpose in sending this warship to Barbarossa?

Barbaros has no defensive fleet or orbital defense facilities.

It couldn't be...as a bargaining chip...as a reward...
Ning Lu's eyes narrowed. If this warship were to be used as a reward, it might not necessarily be a good thing for him.

His dark eyes were deep, and various thoughts raced through his mind.

The stormbirds landed slowly. After Ninglu stepped off the deck, he did not see Old Huang waiting to depart.

A royal guard in golden armor approached Ninglu. "Please come with me."

A moment later, Ninglu saw Old Man Huang, who was sitting steadily on his throne.

To his right stood Constantine Waldo, wielding the Spear of Sunlight, while to his left stood Alpharis, who appeared to be an ordinary Astartes.

He gathered his thoughts and said, "My lord."

The emperor's golden eyes flashed, then dimmed.

"The alien known as Overlord enslaves the entire world of Barbaros."

"Your brother, Mortarion, is leading a human rebellion to overthrow the alien rule."

"Nimrod, my Pegasus! I want you to go to the surface of Barbarossa to help your brother overthrow the rule of the aliens, after which he will join the Empire."

Upon hearing this, Ning Lu realized that it was exactly as he had thought.

He anticipated that killing Nekal, known as the Pale King, would not be difficult.

But killing Nekare like Old Man Huang might very well incur the same hatred from Mortarion.

Nimrod knew that for every overlord Mortalian killed, a portion of the Barbarus would be freed.

As the struggle progressed, his mission became increasingly clear.

Mortarion uses purification and destruction to liberate Barbaros, killing all the overlords—this is his mission.

The shame that arises from failing to fulfill the mission he has set for himself will sting him.

Although he had no expectations for his relationship with Mortarian, he didn't want to provoke the drug addict for no reason.

While Ning Lu was pondering, Old Man Huang spoke up.

“Ninglu, I personally excavated from the permafrost of Ganymede to salvage a relic from the Old Night Era.”

"It is a powerful strike cruiser equipped with ancient technology."

"You should have seen it on your way here. It's yours now."

The powerful void warship he had just seen flashed through Ninglu's mind. [The warship excavated from the permafrost was the Dark Monarch.]

Originally, it belonged to the "Dark Angels" and was expected to play a crucial role in the attack on the traitorous forging world of Shana during the Grand Birthday Celebration.
When Ninglu heard that Old Man Huang was offering a reward, and a high-value reward in advance, he immediately felt that Huang's request was more acceptable.

As a former "lawyer" skilled at manipulating rules, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

[I don't necessarily have to use Old Man Huang's method to directly kill Nekare.]
Numerous thoughts flashed rapidly through Ning Lu's mind.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

"As you wish."

After receiving the order, Ninglu left immediately.

After boarding the Stormbird, he gave orders to Arsena Dunne.

"Dispatch personnel to take over the attack cruiser Dark King."

The Stormbirds roared toward Barbaros, and Nimrod decided to meet with Mortarion first to see what support he needed and to discuss an exchange.

Thick smog shrouded the entire planet. Nimrod's gaze pierced through the toxic clouds, and the sight of Barbarus awakened memories of when his incubation pod landed in Vostonia.

The industrial fumes accumulated in Vostochny over thousands of years are dangerous and deadly.

Barbarossa's toxic gas is more dangerous and deadly, but it does not come from emissions from industrial facilities.

The Stormbirds flew through the poisonous gas, the pilots' eyes glued to the screen.

He discovered that the instruments in front of him were being interfered with, and the visibility of the video screen was significantly reduced.

On the surface of Barbarus, giants wielding scythes and wearing hoods cultivate the fields.

Unlike the others who wore filtering devices, he only had a white cloth wrapped around his face.

Even in the plains, the Barbarosians wear filters.

A sudden gust of air, carrying a breeze laced with poisonous gas, might cause the Barbarosians to collapse, bleed to death.

Mortarion wore a brown mesh inner armor, with pearl-white armor on his lower body providing extra protection, as he wielded his scythe in the sunlight.

Although Barbarossa has large areas of low-lying plains, the sun rarely shines on the farmland.

Every time the sun shines, we must seize the time to prepare the food.

Mortarian knew that survival was difficult in a world filled with suffering from birth, and he had to lead his people to cultivate the only barren land they had and harvest food.

The giant, whose skin is pale from lack of sunlight, wields a huge scythe and quickly harvests the spoils.

Its scythe was at least half a head larger than the pale-skinned human bodies around it, yet the weight of the scythe did not impede its swing speed.

Mortarion's harvest was both swift and precise; he harvested faster than a hundred of his followers combined, like a highly efficient harvesting machine.

Motarian's rapid pace suddenly stopped, and he looked towards the distant mountains.

"The looting aliens are here! Prepare for battle!"

The Barbarosians silently gripped their weapons, quickly found their captains, and formed orderly ranks around the fields they depended on for survival.

Karas Typhon, wielding a scythe horizontally, stood to Mortalian's side and rear, ready for battle.

The Primarch's gaze pierced through the thick fog, and he saw the approaching aliens, his face paling slightly.

There are more aliens plundering than usual.

Although he had no doubt that he could lead his followers to kill them, the food supply would also be compromised.

After the war, many people will die from lack of food.

Mortarian's already pale forehead became even paler.

He rose, raised his scythe, and chased after the starting point of time. His speed was faster than the alien commanders had anticipated, and he rushed in front of the alien in an instant.

(End of this chapter)