Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 608 The Enslaver: Horus and Mortarion, But You Can't Bind Me

In the fifth month after Nimrod arrived in Druun, as the major psionic nodes were removed one by one, he was finally able to break through the barrier and reach the central node of the network.

He met up with Horus Lupecal and Mortarion outside the hive city at the central node.

“Nimrod,” Horus said with a smile tinged with scrutiny. This was their first time seeing each other in person since Fenris found Rus.

It has been a long time since he taught Ninglu in the Ape Man Galaxy.

Nimrod's achievements in the Great Expedition, the scale of the "Shadow of Order," and his power burned within him like flames.

If "Shadow of Order" hadn't gone through a series of brutal battles and focused on governing his territory, he might have even abandoned lengthy diplomatic negotiations.

"Horus." Nimrod greeted Horus calmly with a smile.

"Nimrod."

Nimrod keenly noticed that Mortarian was not as eager as he had been in Barbaros.

Although his tone wasn't as offensive as Ruth's, it still conveyed a sense of distance.

“Motalian,” Nimrod said in his usual tone.

"us"

After ascending to the third level of mental state, it spreads to consciousness.

Mortarian gripped the Grim Reaper's Scythe. "There is only one target. With a sweep of the scythe, judge the sorcerous alien."

He strode forward, a strong wind rushing past him.

Mortarian felt as if he had returned to that night when he ascended to the highest peak, beheaded the sorcerer, and freed Barbaros.

Today, fate has once again entrusted him with a responsibility.

The same principle applies: slaying sorcerous monsters to liberate Druid.

"Beheading," Horus nodded in agreement.

“Of course,” Nimrod said, drawing Osiris’s Mind Control Staff from behind his back.

Beneath his hood, Mortarian glanced grimly at the staff in Nimrod's hand, then took the first step, with Death Guard silently following behind.

"Let's go, let's end this battle. Father hopes the beacon of human civilization will be liberated." Horus quickly overtook Mortarion, who was clad in heavy armor.

His father called his name first in the war council. He was the one his father had high hopes for and it was only right that he should be the one to carry out the final beheading.

His father would be pleased with his achievements.

Nimrod's gaze swept over Abaddon, Togardon, and other members of the Council of Four Kings, but his eyes did not linger long on Alkahas Far and Balsa Kuturi of the Nineteenth Legion.

He easily caught up with the two Primarchs who were moving at high speed, but did not overtake Horus, remaining one step behind him.

Immediately, a colossal object came into his view.

His figure obscured the entire brightly lit nest city.

His body was covered with countless eyes.

His tentacles drooped down and wrapped around the twelve spires.

A dazzling light erupted from Ninglu's spine, instantly elevating him to the third level of the Thelma realm, as he marveled.

[With such immense size, it's no wonder it could bind the three Primarchs: Horus, Mortharian, and Chagatai.]
Nimrod knew that the enslaved ones had no physical form in the warp, were composed of pure spiritual energy, and fed on the will of the psionicists.

The size and number of eyes of the body he forms after entering the real world depend on his spiritual energy.

The leader of the enslavers was clearly more terrifying than any enslavers who had appeared before.

A few seconds later, Horus and Mortarion saw the enormous object in the sky one after the other, and they both couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Mortarian gripped his scythe tightly. They were all the same, just psionic monsters, monsters that would be slain along his path of destiny.

He strode forward, one step, two steps...

Mortarian felt as if a disgusting, slimy tentacle had wrapped around him.

His body grew heavier and heavier, and his eyelids closed involuntarily.

"Witchcraft... Alien..."

Mortalian's throat felt as if it were being pulled by countless threads; every word he uttered was an ordeal.

Thick fog filled his vision, making him feel as if he were atop Mount Barbarossa.

A pale body wandered in the mist, and Nekare's mocking laughter rose up.

"die……"

Mortarian swung his scythe, slashing at the pale phantom in the thick fog.

Nathaniel Garro watched as the Father of Genes swung his scythe slower and slower, even slower than a mortal.

When the sickle stopped, he stood frozen in place like a statue.

He sprinted forward, straining to see ahead, when an unbelievable and terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

[Father, the Primarch of the Death Guard, the resilient Mortalian, was killed by the Xenomorphs...]
Horus sensed Mortarian stop to his right rear. He turned his head in surprise, then felt as if a rope was wrapped around his neck, and his movement was unusually slow.

Horus's pupils dilated as he saw Mortarion wielding a scythe.

When he turned back, he felt even more distressed.

Horus felt as if he were sinking into slime, and every part of his body moved abnormally slowly.

“I…” A golden figure flashed through his mind, and he raised his right arm.

The tentacles shredded the golden figure.

“Father!” Azekel Abaddon and the other members of the Council of the Four Kings exclaimed.

Horus Lupecal, the First Primarch, the genetic father of the Shadowmoon Wolf, the Wolf God, stood frozen in place, utterly powerless.

The clouds obscured the pearly white waves, and the Shadow Moon Wolves ran wildly in the shadows in terror.

Nineteenth Legion Commander Alkahas, Ash Claws Company Commander Nerat Gearing, Strategist Balsa Kuturi, and Alastor Rorschach, known as the Raven, watched in astonishment as Mortarion and Horus froze in place like statues.

They quickly looked at the Black Emperor and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The Black Emperor surpasses the "statue" and continues forward.

Nimrod raised the Staff of Osiris, [You enslave Horus and Mortarion, but you cannot bind me.]
The light and shadow flickered in the eyes of the Gene Prototype.

Amidst the flashing light and shadow, tiny black spots appeared on the shimmering tentacles of the soul that attacked.

Boom boom boom!
The collision of minds stirred up towering waves in the sea of ​​souls, causing the sea of ​​souls to tremble.

Countless warp creatures, yearning to enter Druid but blocked from the portals opened by the enslavers, were torn to pieces.

In the High Heavens, within the crystal spire of the Impossible Fortress, Tzeentch's gaze fell upon Druun.

He saw Horus and Mortarion standing there motionless, and saw the storm of light and shadow collide with the psionic tentacles.

He saw the predators fleeing rapidly, only to be swept away by a storm of emotions and torn to pieces.

The ever-changing face on His skin stopped, and two horizontally curved horns protruding from above His burning eyes, with spiral ends from which blue and pink flames surged respectively.

Amidst the crackling sounds, He spoke with a joyful tone, quite different from His usual mocking manner.

"Mind, will."

On His skin, countless faces repeated His words in subtle, different tones.

He saw countless demons drawn by the storm.

As the enslaved people weakened, they roared and charged toward the gate.

The echoes reverberated within the crystal spire, and He saw golden light gathering in Nimrod's throat.

He opened his mouth and roared as he spat out a golden griffin.

Golden light engulfed the gate.

The deafening explosion echoed for a long time in the highest heavens.

Golden light tore apart the foolish and reckless demons, while the lucky ones fled in panic as the rain of light spread.

Tzeentch averted his gaze in disgust and looked at the red giant with amusement.

Nimrod, having ended the enslavement with the "roar of the griffin," spread his wings to meet the falling, massive body.

At the same moment, in the Nest City, hundreds of enslaved psionicists, who were part of the node's structure, suddenly collapsed.

Horus raised his right arm, and a glimmer of gold shone into his eyes.

[Father...] The thought had just crossed his mind when he saw the black armor.

Horus suddenly realized that he did not recall his father, but the spiritual power he gained from the golden light in his memory broke through the alien's mental constraints.

Ninglu kills the alien.

Horus silently tucked his gun back into his belt, forced a smile, and addressed his sons.

"I am fine."

Mortarian awoke from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

He gripped the sickle in a daze, and when he saw Karas Tefon, he realized that everything that had just happened was just a dream.

Nekare did not enslave him; he freed Barbaros.

Mortarian looked toward the direction of the psionic monster and then saw Nimrod catch the falling alien corpse.

He turned away silently, his hood stuck to his head, covering his pale forehead.

"Leave. Druun does not belong to us."

Ninglu, holding the slave, thought with delight.

[The potion ingredients are all gathered; we can hold the advancement ceremony now.]
(End of this chapter)