Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 656 Fernus: I've finally suffered my first defeat, and I'm even closer to perfecti

Chapter 656 Fernus: I've finally suffered my first defeat, and I'm even closer to perfection.
Finus Manus's hands itched, and amidst the twisting and intertwining of living metal, he reached for the ebony hammer handle beneath the thick iron curtain cloak hanging from his shoulder.

With his fingers burning hot, he gripped the giant hammer, and as the hammerhead, carved into the shape of an eagle's wing, leaped out, he launched his attack.

Phenus's giant body swept swiftly across the surface of the sand and dust.

He swung the giant hammer and smashed it down on Ninglu.

With a loud bang, dust and sand were blown away by the shockwave and flung in all directions.

Nimrod drew his sword, Vaal, and swiftly raised it to block the skullbreaker.

boom!
A powerful, opposing force struck the two, causing them to bounce off as if they were secondary forces repelling each other.

Gabriel Santo, the company commander of the "Iron Hand," and the Morlock Terminators watched in astonishment as the liquid metal in Fenus's forearm flowed away, as if repelled by the energy of the collision, and surged toward Gorgon's biceps.

They couldn't help but think in astonishment: Lord Ninglu is actually able to contend with the power of Father and Silver Hand.

That was the combined power of the Primarch and the silver dragon Asimus.

Ninglu felt a numbness in his palm; he had been at a disadvantage in his previous contest with Wokan's strength.

But that was before he was promoted to "Corrupted Baron," and Vorkan should be the Primarch with the strongest pure physical strength.

[A fragment of the Void Dragon, possessing immense power.]

I have Star God Fragments too.
As Ning Lu pondered, flames erupted from the golden wings behind him, rapidly spreading to his right arm.

The golden eagle and the silver dragon collided, their dazzling light tearing through the thick dust of the industrial world, and the heat wave evaporating countless crystals of mixed industrial materials.

The silver color didn't fade this time; waves of living metal surged toward his fist, reflecting off Fenus's shale-like short hair.

Felus roared, his towering neck armor rising high behind his head, the rivets adorning the silver edges vibrating incessantly, and the pure and fierce power of his arms poured out without reservation.

Santo saw that Gorgon's boots were already embedded in the crystal sand. The corrosive poison could not corrode the armor that his father and Malevolus had jointly created, but it showed that his father had used all his strength.

But Lord Ninglu had not yet; he held his sword with one arm, and the fine sand did not reach his boots.

Ning Lu glanced at it; it was layers upon layers of silver living metal.

[Phenus, you've reached your limit.]

But I haven't yet.
While the "Chaos Mentor" applied pressure with his arms, his body remained still, causing the muscles on the left side of his lower back to collapse and the right side to bulge.

As the muscles stretch and contract, they wriggle and twist on their own, pumping to create new forces, allowing the body to remain still while achieving a "power explosion".

His muscles bulged, his wrists remained still, but his arm muscles swung.

The silver coins of Phenus gleamed, and he keenly caught the curves of the armor, the arc bulging from the waist and abdomen to the arms.

[Special bio-chemical psionic spells?]

He's probably not good at this area.
As soon as Fernus had a thought, the blue and white sword and the golden eagle suddenly leaped up, completely overwhelming the giant hammer and the silver dragon.

boom!
A rivet flew away.

The armor plates, hand-hammered by Phenus, emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

The silver hand gripping the ebony hammer handle was as hot as molten iron in a furnace.

Despite his best efforts to resist, Phenus was still forced into the fine sand by immense force.

The sea of sand washed over his calves and swallowed his knees.

Nimrod pressed down with one arm, forcing Fernus to raise both elbows, and the ebony hammer handle slammed into the iron curtain cloak.

The blade was wedged between the black iron plates in the dent of the shoulder armor.

Golden wings soared high, and the silver dragon suddenly collapsed.

The iridescent silver liquid was splashed onto the jet-black armor amidst strange arcs of light.

The surge of silver heat collided with the blue and white force field light, erupting into a piercing explosion.

The "Chaos Mentor" had a sunken left chest, a bulging right side, and the right side of his armor humming.

The sword of Vaal flew down, aiming straight for Phenus's neck.

The silver-white sword blade collided with the silver liquid, and no matter how much force Ning Lu applied, he could not cut through the seemingly thin layer of liquid.

[A fragment of the Void Dragon; its defense is the ceiling in terms of physical attack.]
Nimrod knew that during the original "Battle of Gadinar," Fernus was ambushed by Stradivarius's Casket Suit. If it were any other Primarch, they would have been caught off guard and at least seriously injured. However, the fragment of the Void Dragon allowed him to withstand the attack unscathed.

Although the fragments of the Void Dragon are physically indestructible.

However, it is not without flaws in the non-material realm.

With the help of the Slaanesh archdemon residing in the sword of Ral, Fernus was able to behead him.

As Nimrod withdrew his sword, a thought flashed through his mind. He decided not to infuse it with psionic energy to activate the sword forged by Val, nor to use abilities like "equivocation."

The "Chaos Mentor" believed that he could break through the Void Dragon's fragmented defenses using only his physical supernatural abilities, "Power Burst" and "Stretch and Extend".

With his numb left arm, Finus slammed his fist into the sandpit and leaped into the air.

His arms spun like rapidly rotating impellers, tracing arcs of the warhammer. The hammerhead, driven by his massive silver hand, could smash a Titan's armor to smithereens with a single blow.

A golden light shone, and the force field of the power gauntlets was activated.

The right half of the "Chaos Mentor" suddenly collapsed, and his left wrist suddenly swelled up at the moment of impact.

The golden power gauntlets missed the skullbreaker and slammed into the silver-clad armor.

As the silver waves receded, a charred spot was revealed.

The "Chaos Mentor's" body slid backward as if boneless, dodging the incoming skullbreaker, while his right arm swelled up, the blue and white sword blade piercing towards the exposed black breastplate like a poisonous dragon.

A streak of silver light flashed by.

The iridescent metal, as if alive, flowed over and licked at the black armor.

With a hiss, the "Chaos Mentor" spun around and lunged forward, his sword twirling and his wrist twisting as he used the 10th move of "Osberh-Vaya" to stab at the dark left leg.

Hasik Khan gripped his halberd tightly, his gaze following Lord Ninglu with all his might.

As golden flames leaped and dazzling golden light shone, the blue and white sword blades danced in concentric arcs.

His attacks came one after another, swift as lightning, and even the newly minted "arsonist" could barely catch a glimpse of their trajectory.

Lord Nimrod did not pause for a moment, forcing Lord Fenus to retreat step by step, while the Skullbreaker could only defend himself.

Lord Ninglu mastered the immense force and fierce attack, achieving a perfect balance that seemed to come naturally.

Hasik believed that this was the perfect way of heaven as described by the shamans of Chogoris.

Chagatai Khan dedicated himself to climbing the Heavenly Way.

Sparks flew, incinerating the fine sand and sending toxic fumes billowing across the battlefield.

Peturabo's tridents, though unaffected by the gas, were unable to keep up with the pace of the two Primarchs' attacks and defenses.

They were like mortals who had stumbled into a battlefield of demigods, helplessly following the brilliant starlight and judging the situation from its dazzling brilliance.

"The trident's blade," Fricks asked the Father of Genetics, who was standing to his side.

"Father, does Lord Ninglu have the upper hand?"

“No,” Peturabo’s words startled Trident, “the outcome is already decided.”

With his superhuman intellect, he collected combat data from his two brothers.

Fernus's armor had already suffered sixty-one breaches, and his silver metal was almost vaporized, reaching its limit.

Nimrod's armor remained undamaged, and he still had energy to spare.

Three seconds later, Peturabo confirmed his prediction, his golden fist slamming heavily onto the black armor.

As the leg armor shattered, the sound of bones breaking echoed.

The silver liquid spread out like mist, and Phenus collapsed to his knees.

The silver-white sword suddenly slashed down, and the blue-white force field sliced through the black armor.

Nimrod tapped his thumb, shutting down the runes. The light subsided, and the blade forged by the god of forging, Vaal, sliced through Fenus's pale flesh, staining the tip of the sword with blood.

"Gorgon!"

Santo screamed in terror and charged down the hill first, with the Morlock Terminators close behind.

Phenus's silver coin eyes were fixed on his chest.

Fresh blood dripped down, staining the crystal sand red.

As Fernus stood up, he raised his left arm, causing the panicked Santo and the others to stop in their tracks.

Finus Manus's silver-coin eyes, radiating heat, were fixed on Nimrod.

"This is what defeat feels like."

"The battle will eventually be lost."

"This feeling...is good!"

He let out a loud, leaden laugh.

Ten seconds later, he stopped laughing.

"I thank you, Ninglu."