Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 624 I Welcome Corruption Targets That Come to My Door
The final tendrils rose from the gray mist jungle, soaring straight into the sky.

Three enormous cathedrals, their domes covered with psionic cables, rise high, constantly releasing plasma fields that shoot into the sky, repelling the swarms of machines that are firing wildly.

Tens of thousands of people are bound to neural wires and positioned in ways that make their skulls easy to penetrate, their life force slowly drained away.

The first and oldest temple, pierced by countless exposed spikes and hardened walls, was long ago stained black with the blood of the sacrificers.

Every shadow of order, even those who are not royal monks or psionicists, can hear eerie echoes upon entering the Gray Mist Forest.

The screams of the frenzied dying souls echoed through the gray fog jungle.

The first "Listeners" to arrive at the Tenth Warband heard the howls of hundreds of millions of souls.

Even as they ascended into the state of Thelma, they could not block out the sounds emanating from the nearby whistling vortex.

A “listener” whose ears are filled with the screams of countless people.

His face turned pale as he led his squad in an attack.

He struggled to maintain the second state of mind of Thelma and stepped on the engine.

Amid the roar of the engine, the shrill screams that tormented him subsided slightly.

He swung his arm violently and threw a force field grenade toward the alien's gun position.

boom!
Amidst the booming force field, the "Listener" instantly found peace.

Immediately, a giant Nephilim, four meters tall, emerged from the collapsed wreckage of the gun emplacement, his translucent green skin shimmering in the flowing light.

He opened his enormous, slimy mouth and let out a piercing roar.

The terrifying screams of the real world and the supernatural resounded simultaneously, and the "Listener" fell to the ground in agony.

Just as the vortex of fragmented molecules was about to engulf the black car body, a golden light flashed by.

A beam of light rose from the golden halo, deflecting the shrill pulse and striking the ground directly, causing the slimy surface to explode.

The "Mentor of Chaos" raised his arm, and a highly viscous, transparent liquid enveloped the Nephilim in layers of amber.

After rescuing his offspring, Nimrod flapped his wings, swept past the shadows of order, and rushed into the church area.

The spirituality of the "Chaos Mentor" erupted, and the church area immediately descended into chaos, with shrill pulses flying erratically in all directions.

In the midst of the "chaos," not a single sound wave flew toward Ninglu.

Rumble!
The psionic cables exploded, plasma swarmed, and humans entangled in the neural pathways were reduced to charred remains.

As the black ash fell, streaks of golden light shone down, and one by one, the Nephilim were "imprisoned" by the amber.

Nimrod flew over the church area and landed on the steps in front of the temple.

The oldest Nephilim, a bishop who had absorbed hundreds of millions of lives, sat on an altar covered with psionic cables, his seat filled with shimmering nerve lobes.

His scaly skin trembled as he stood up unsteadily.

Ninglu stared at the swaying, translucent mountain of flesh before him, his small, dark eyes buried deep in the wrinkles of his sweat-dampened, gray skin.

As it drew a black knife engraved with patterns, the surrounding air vibrated.

"Nimrod."

“You arrived before Chagatai.”

"But you will die too."

The trembling sound penetrated the temple and rippled into the surrounding churches.

The Nephilim, who were hiding among them, were preparing to activate an atomic-level explosive device, following the orders of their bishop.

They would burn the entire church to the ground, detonate the explosives, and everyone within a 50-kilometer radius would be reduced to ashes.

Whether it's the shadowy order of the black-armored warriors, the white-armored warriors who have just rushed into the gray fog jungle, or the Nephilim slave soldiers, they will all be sacrificed to the divine caste.

The next instant, “hermits” emerged from the shadows of each atomic bomb warehouse.

The blade of "Shadow Shaping" pierced the backs of the Nephilim, freezing their bodies into icy corpses.

Inside the largest atomic bomb warehouse, the gray Nephilim exploded with a deafening roar.

Grey flesh and blood transformed into a storm that swept around, tearing apart the surrounding Nephilim.

The figure of "Rose Bishop" Ramsay emerged from the flesh and blood.

He stared intently at the device radiating terrifying energy.

Ramsey knew that the Tech Sergeants, following the orders of the Father of Genetics, had intercepted the Odyss Line.

They compiled the Nephilim dictionary, revealing the Xenomorph's philosophy of death worship. However, the sacrificial plan wasn't something the technocrats discovered belatedly; it was the result of analysis using urban-level hyperorbital scanning combined with the Auger matrix.

The Black Emperor had revealed the Xenomorph's self-destruct plan long before landing on Hod.

At the same moment the Nephilim's sacrifice plan failed, Bishop Nephilim roared and brandished his black sword.

A terrifying scream echoed in the mind of the Primarch, the shrieks of hundreds of millions of souls reverberating.

A fog of faith, permeating the minds of billions of souls, spreads throughout the original genes.

He sensed the foolishness of each soul willingly accepting death.

An invisible shock reverberated in the mind of the genetic progenitor, binding his thoughts like invisible shackles.

The bishop wielded a black scalpel that had reaped millions of lives, slicing through the air and unleashing sonic waves that tore apart psionic cables and nerve lobes.

The steps shattered amidst layers of ripples, turning into a puddle of dust that scattered across the ground.

The ripples collided with the black armor as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

A golden light rose up behind Ning Lu, followed by a series of explosions.

The deflected sound waves vibrated in the air, and the ear-piercing sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the temple.

The golden halo shattered with a bang, and the scattered metal debris struck the black armor, as well as the heart of the "Chaos Mentor".

"You cannot influence my will."

The will of the “Chaos Mentor” ignited his ambition like a spark.

The raging flames of ambition spread through the soul, evaporating billions of screaming souls.

Flames burned in the eyes of the "Chaos Mentor," and his mind cleared.

He reached out and grabbed Bishop Nephilim's wrist, snatching the black dagger, which was radiating spiritual light.

The "Chaos Mentor" infused the golden gauntlets with spirituality, then raised his hand and pushed them forward.

A thick, viscous liquid flowed, enveloping Bishop Nephilim in layers.

Nimrod stared at the Bishop of Nephilim, "imprisoned" in golden amber, and thought to himself.

Chagatai dealt with Bishop Nephilim much more easily than I did; his perception was sharper, which was sometimes his weakness.

I felt the screams of hundreds of millions of dead, and the combined impact shattered my mental defenses in an instant.

Without ambition and a prestigious background, capturing Bishop Nephilim wouldn't have been so easy.
The "Chaos Mentor" twirled the black blade in his hand, scrutinizing the pale and green spiritual light.

[Although the golden halo rewarded by Old Man Huang was lost after the "Wheel of Flames," gaining it made it all worthwhile.]
With a thought, Ning Lu's black blade vanished.

On the third level of the "Disorderly Kingdom", a black knife has been added.

After Nimrod sent the Nephilim, all wrapped in amber, into the first level of the "Land of Chaos," he greeted Chagatai Khan, who was clad in platinum armor.

Chagatai removed his dragon helmet, his sharp eyes fixed on Ninglu like an eagle's.

"Ninglu, you have once again finished the hunt before me."

"I hope they can learn from you."

Hasik, standing beside Chagatai, followed the Great Khan's gaze to Lord Ninglu.

The marble-like statue's body exudes power, and its black eyes are as captivating as a deep pool.

His body was as majestic as a mountain, and even the gray misty mountains became a backdrop to him.

The thought of kneeling involuntarily arose in Hasik's mind, but he gripped the guandao in his hand tightly, not letting himself follow his instincts.

Ning Lu thought to himself upon hearing this.

I remember that Chagatai sent Hasik to "Shadowmoon Wolf," and he was later deeply influenced by him, becoming the leader of the internal rebellion within "White Scar."

During the grand birthday celebration, Chagatai went to the surface of Prospero to inquire about the truth from the Magnus fragments. He then launched a rebellion in an attempt to seize control of the "White Scar".

Hmm... this also means that Hasik can be "corrupted," corrupted by me, which is better than becoming a follower of Horus and failing in the rebellion.
"Welcome, warrior of Chogoris." Nimrod accepted Chagatai's request with a smile. [Of course, I welcome a target for corruption delivered to my doorstep.]
"Hasik, I want you to follow Ninglu," Chagatai said to Hasik Khan, turning to the side.

"I want you to learn from the shadows of order, to discover how they think, and only by fighting side by side in battle can you truly understand them."

"Do it for me, and I'll let Gahun go with you too."

“Yes, my Great Khan.” Hasik gladly accepted the order, filled with curiosity about the “Shadow of Order” that was keeping pace with the “White Scars”’s advance.

He felt honored to be able to study under Lord Nimrod, who had defeated the Great Khan in two hunts.

(End of this chapter)