Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 639 The Treasure of Sonem VIII: More Than Just Ghosts
As Adams rolled to dodge the arm strike, he calmly activated "Death Eye".

The "necromancer" immediately enters the spiritual world, looking down upon the myriad-armed evil spirits from a higher level.

Seeing that their Death Lord had failed to suppress the massive undead for the first time, the guards immediately raised their weapons.

The explosive bombs whistled as they struck the Thousand-Armed Demon, scattering flesh and blood amidst the deafening roar.

Two "gravediggers" raised their concussion weapons and slammed them down.

As the ground trembled, the enormous, ten-thousand-armed evil spirit collapsed with a deafening roar.

Adams pressed his hand on the ground and stood up. At the same time, "Death Eye" was still staring intently at the Thousand-Armed Evil Spirit that had been overturned by the shockwave.

The deep black light did not diminish in the slightest, and not a single ghost was truly killed.

The necromancer realized that the Thousand-Armed Demon was not truly harmed. He pointed forward and shouted in Dunn's tongue, "Attack!"

The dark bullets fired from the logging gun struck the massive body, and green powder fell like dust.

Its damage output is obviously inferior to that of a bomb gun.

But this is not the case in the "death eye" of the "necromancers" and "gravediggers".

Cracks appeared inside the Thousand-Armed Demon's body. Although they were insignificant to his massive size, they caused more damage than the explosive bombs and concussion weapons that were limited to his appearance.

The Thousand-Armed Demon roared, and thousands of pairs of wings appeared on its massive body, propelling it into the air as it trembled.

His deep green eyes, filled with malice, stared coldly at the enemy before him.

The evil spirits commanded by the "Necromancer" immediately ceased their attack, standing frozen in place like statues.

The necromancer did not rely on his newly regained spirituality to continue vying for control of the undead.

His "Death Eye" peered through the gaps in the body and found a dark black mass of energy amidst the chaotic, colossal body pieced together.

Faces surrounded him, as if grasping outwards from a cage.

The "Necromancer" raised his hand, aiming the archaeological pistol at the weakness he had detected.

The beam of light, collected from the cradle of the serpent, shot out from the serpent Alpha.

Compared to other stars, blue light evokes the least aversion, at least until he encounters a green-lighted star.

The blinding blue beam of light disgusted the gravediggers and corpse collectors, who adjusted the brightness of their helmets accordingly.

Blue light shone into the deep green eyes of the Thousand-Armed Demon, awakening his memories of the past.

They once possessed a magnificent country and a glorious civilization.

"No!"

"Ours is different from yours; we come from different countries!"

The souls that were forced to mingle together roared angrily at the other part.

The hatred between them instantly filled their deep green eyes with darkness.

The Thousand-Armed Evil Spirits grew increasingly resentful of the blue light that stirred their memories and caused them pain, as well as the instigator.

His body twisted strangely, and countless hands slapped down like centipede legs.

Thousands of hands slapped the blue beam of light, while another thousand hands slapped the black-armored figures on the ground.

Blue light pierced through the layers of slapping palms, producing a sizzling sound.

The light gradually dimmed, eventually forming scattered starlight.

The bombs exploded, tearing the enormous creature apart.

The Thousand-Armed Evil Spirit did not dodge. Disgusted with itself and even more so with the black-armored little man, it swooped down and pounced, its thousands of hands striking down simultaneously.

The "Necromancer" neither dodged nor evaded, activated his shock weapon, and leaped into the air.

He swung the heavy hammer and smashed it hard into the chest of the Thousand-Armed Demon.

With a loud bang, the shockwave spread, and the Thousand-Armed Evil Spirit let out a terrified howl before its body stiffened.

Adams' arm spun rapidly, and the hammer slammed down repeatedly.

The cracks in the "Eye of Death" grew larger and larger, and then shattered like a mirror.

Adams flipped backward and landed in the ruins.

The necromancer gazed ahead, thinking regretfully.

[Unfortunately, my spiritual energy was exhausted during the previous attempts to control the evil spirit; otherwise, I could have tried to control it.]
The necromancer judged from the fact that the evil spirits he commanded were not directly controlled by the Thousand-Armed Evil Spirit that his death power, though stronger than his own, was something he could contend with.

Compared to the Thousand-Armed Demon who instinctively uses strength, he has the advantage in terms of skill.

As the "Necromancer" pondered, a glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He looked up and saw a crystal, one meter in diameter and about four meters high, with dark black threads inside, falling amidst a shower of green powder.

The necromancer intuitively sensed that the crystals and powder left behind by the Thousand-Armed Evil were extraordinary.

[Our Lord will surely like it.]
At the same moment Adams was collecting his spoils, in a patch of wide plains, moonlight shone on Mikel, who was dressed in a black robe.

Before him lay metals and gems in the shapes of different moons: a moon-shaped metal from the third planet of the Cradle of the Serpent, a crescent-shaped yellow gem from the first planet, a full-moon-shaped purple gem from the sixth planet, and moonstones from the moons of Vostonia…

The "Potion Professor's" nose twitched slightly, and the sight of the blood in the dozen or so bottles made him swallow hard. He could distinguish most of them; the blood of the Fenriskraken was the most fishy, ​​the blood of the Nocturne Starfire Lizard was scalding hot... and the blood of the Omega was the most delicious.

Nimrod walked over under the full moon's glow, raising his hand and holding the "Crimson Scholar" potion, made by the Space Ape using materials such as the Green Nephilim.

"Mikel."

"Open the bottle."

"Drink the medicine."

“Thank you, my lord, for this gift.” Mikel knelt on one knee, thanked the Black Emperor, and picked up the nearly solidified crimson potion.

His pale hand swiftly opened the crystal bottle containing blood.

The blood of the extraordinary creature stirred every cell in the "Potion Professor's" body.

Under the full moon's light, Mikel poured the potion into his mouth.

The stagnant, deep red liquid had no taste upon entering the mouth; it rolled down the esophagus like a piece of meat.

Mikel felt everything around him calm down; he felt as if he were trapped in a static field, and his thoughts slowed down.

In the silence, the surrounding metal and gemstones reflected an incongruous and eerie light.

The mixed smells of different blood made him feel dizzy, as if he had taken hallucinogenic drugs.

In a calm yet mesmerizing state, his jet-black eyes gradually turned deep red, sparkling like rubies.

Moonlight shone into his eyes, tinging his body with a pale red hue, and he quickly faded into the distance.

As Mikel's body appeared to fade from the real world, bathed in hazy moonlight, his eyes caught sight of the figure in black armor and golden wings.

Mikel's consciousness awoke from a silent sleep.

The moonlight shattered instantly, turning into patches of red scales that vanished on the spot.

The "Crimson Scholar" quickly reassembled, his figure flashing by, and in an instant, he capped all the crystal bottles.

Mikel recalled the abilities he had gained and then bowed to the Black Emperor with delight.

“My Lord, my abilities have been enhanced, and I can serve You better.”

Ning Lu nodded and then pointed out the direction for the role of the "deep red scholar".

"Your abilities depend on your understanding of the lunar domain."

“Studying the moon is the key to becoming a ‘Crimson Scholar’.”

Mikel looked up at the night sky, where the blue giant star shone on the moon, casting a watery moonlight.

He lowered his head thoughtfully, saying, "I will follow your teachings."

The following day, on the planet Sonem VIII, outside the marked Nest City, at the temporary command base.

The Death Lord Adams spoke in a cold voice, yet with an undisguised joy.

"My lord, the royal court cultivators of the battle group made great gains last night."

“Viscounts are given at least ten servants, and barons, through communication with the spirits, have their mastery of the power You have bestowed upon them increased to varying degrees.”

"Sonem 8 is more suitable for us than anywhere else; take control of the power you have given us."

Ning Lu nodded slightly. "The treasures of this world are not limited to ghosts."

"The hilly region contains precious metals and gems, with diamond and gold veins stretching for hundreds of kilometers and extending toward the planet's equator."

"Diamond gold is not only hard, but it is also a rare natural psionic metal."

Ninglu recalled that after the Sonem Galaxy was discovered, it was initially considered a wild world with little development value.

The discovery of abundant precious metal deposits and gems on the planet's surface immediately attracted numerous imperial powers.

They were eventually forced to abandon this world under the relentless onslaught of the ghosts.

The development of the Fourth Warband proceeded without issue; the process by which the Necromancers acquired minions naturally and continuously weakened the Ghosts.

With them in command, even the ghosts cannot destroy the mining area.

"To control the development progress, each mine must be overseen by a viscount who has the power of death."

“Follow Your will,” Adams replied, and continued.

“My Lord, last night I encountered a powerful evil spirit, but I was too exhausted to try to control it.”

"After I struck his weak point, he left behind a crystal and a lot of powder."

“I dedicate it to You.”

After a moment, Ninglu stared at the crystal and powder, immediately matching them with the main and auxiliary ingredients of the potion from the "Gatekeeper" on the blasphemous stone tablet.

[Yes, the potion for the "Gatekeeper" has now been gathered, and Adams will finish digesting it within a few days.]

The only thing missing for promotion to "Gatekeeper" is the underworld, and Fenris's underworld should meet the requirements. What else is needed?
Fourteen sidereal days later, just as Nimrod was about to give the order to set sail, he received a report.

In the Fourth Battle Group, a technical sergeant in charge of exploring the mining area has gone mad.

(End of this chapter)