Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 661 Angron has only just returned, and I already have my first batch of top-tier commanders.

Before Garland Surak, the "vampire," even stepped onto the steps of the Triumph Hall, his nose twitched as the stench of blood seeped through his breathing grille.

As soon as he stepped onto the platform, he saw Sinagan, the company commander of the second company, rush through the gate.

Garland saw that Gredel's forehead and face were bulging with veins, and his tense shoulders were only able to relax through deep muscle adjustment.

His skin exuded the scent of cleansing gel, which concealed adrenaline and other secretions.

When Astartes senses danger, its body will instinctively secrete these substances.

Gredel stared warily at the steel-gray door, as if some terrifying demon lurked within, and nightmares flashed through his mind.

Legion Lord Gil was the first to go in. First Company Champion Kunna heard the commotion behind the door, so he put on a brocade robe, picked up a chainsaw axe, and rushed in.

Commando leader Anziz followed closely behind, with Haisin trailing behind, and his two standard-bearers insisted on accompanying him inside.

They poured their hearts and souls into the work for an hour in the dimly lit hall, but still couldn't persuade the father of genes.

Garan silently walked into the group, scrutinizing everyone amidst the heavy smell of blood and the solemn atmosphere.

The semi-circular outer wall of the triumphal hall faces the barracks deck, and the wide colonnade used to be bustling with noise, with war dogs barking loudly.

Now, however, there was an eerie silence, which made the sounds of collisions and screams from inside the iron-gray gate even more piercing, and the nerves and muscles of every war dog were taut.

Garland stood silently for three hours, the iron-gray gate transforming in his eyes into a blood-red gate to hell.

He was utterly disappointed in Anglon, the father of genetics.

The legion lost four senior company commanders, a loss greater than in any previous battle.

[Soliciting loyalty to the Black Emperor was the wisest decision I ever made.]
While pondering the matter, Garland decided to carry out one of the Black Emperor's orders: to acquire Nukelia's method for manufacturing anesthetic drugs, as well as other technologies from the "Dark Ages."

“We should not continue this foolish death.” His words broke the eerie silence.

"The Emperor brought him to us; it was our vow, for our sake and for the Emperor's sake," Kahn said coldly.

“I did not ask you to abandon your oath and honor,” Garland glanced at the blood-stained iron-gray gate. “We need to understand why Father resists leading us? Why is he unwilling to shoulder the responsibilities bestowed upon him by the Emperor?”

“You mean…” Jericho, the technical sergeant in charge of the artillery echelon, said with a mixture of worry and hope, “We’ll figure out the cause and then start from there.”

“That’s right, the answer to everything lies in Nukelia, the birthplace of my father.” Garan looked around at the company commanders.

"We must go there and figure out what experiences shaped him into who he is today."

“I’ll go with you,” Dreger was the first to offer his support.

“I can help you,” said Varis, the think tank director, his face pale as he stared at the iron-gray door. He could feel his father’s rage rising behind the door.

He could also sense the pent-up anger and fear emanating from the surrounding war dog commanders.

"We don't have much time left."

“Okay.” Garland immediately accepted. He could sense that Varis, the raging think tank director of Angron, and the calm Dreger were both key targets for observation. They were the most likely to abandon the darkness and join him in turning to the light.

They rushed to the flight deck, where the Ninth Company and the think tank team had already quickly assembled.

On the transport ship, Holz, the commander of the Stormbird Squadron of the Ninth Company, walked up to Dreger, Varis, and Garland, clenching his fist.

"We don't know what will happen, so we should prepare for the worst."

"We should choose one of the senior officers to continue leading the entire legion, and then..."

After a moment of silence, Garland spoke first.

"We will find the key to unlock Father's door in Nukelia."

Hotz didn't insist any further, turned and left, urging his men to prepare for the flight.

As soon as the transport ship arrived in near-Earth orbit around Nukelia, the Stormbirds took off immediately after being notified.

Inside the cabin, Varis gazed down into the distance, his eyes deep and unfocused.

"Nukeria's soldiers surrounded their designated landing zone."

“This is just their wariness of outsiders,” Garland said. “The Emperor has made an agreement with them.”

“I think they don’t want to start a war. As long as we state our purpose, we just want to know what my father went through.”

He looked at Varis, “But what they’re telling us might not be the truth. Think tanks need to find the answers for us.”

“We will,” Varus replied, gripping his Force Staff.

The Stormbirds slowly descended, and the warhounds clad in blue and white armor stepped off the deck.

As the highest-ranking commander, Dreger approached the Nukelian warrior whose head was adorned with silver lace.

He switched the translator to the local language being transmitted from the Imperial flagship.

“I am the company commander of the 9th Assault Company of the ‘War Dogs’ Legion, a son of Angron.” “We will not take anything from you; we only want to know everything he went through from you.”

Varis's consciousness spread outwards.

He keenly sensed that the Nukelia warriors had not relaxed their guard despite Dreger's expression of restraint and goodwill.

They became more nervous and more fearful.

Varus was deep in thought as he locked onto the most ornate warrior adorned with silver lace, letting it seep into his mind.

The think tank director had uncovered the information he wanted, and his eyes were filled with rage.

He saw vicious needles filled with anesthetic in the snow, swarming towards the boy.

He saw the agony of his father, shackled, being forcibly fitted with the butcher's nail.

He saw drones unleashing electric currents, forcing slave gladiators to fight each other.

He saw the rebellious slaves fighting with sticks and stones against the high knights wielding fine weapons.

……

The think tank teams gathered information to varying degrees from their respective objectives.

Think Tank Tess gripped his Force Field Sword anxiously, wanting to draw it and tear the High Knights apart.

Varus suppressed his anger and sent out a mental pulse.

"The Emperor has reached an agreement with the rulers, and they have pledged allegiance to the Emperor."

"We cannot disobey the command of the Lord of Mankind."

……

In the 8th month of 899, the fourth layer of space in the "Disordered Country".

In the pervasive black mist, Garan, shrouded in a black robe, reports to the Black Emperor.

“After the think tanks like Varis told us about my father’s true experiences, I used the reason of verifying and experiencing my father’s experiences to obtain what You commanded me to do.”

He pulled out a data panel, which read, "Methods for manufacturing anesthetic drugs."

"I have verified that its anesthetic effect does indeed surpass any known anesthetic method," the experienced pharmacist exclaimed.

"We also acquired five electric shock drones, as well as a dozen other Nukelian creations, which the technical sergeant is currently studying."

"Based on the intelligence we obtained, after discussion and analysis, we believe that the Emperor forcibly transported his father, forcing him to abandon his slave brothers..."

"Finally, Kahn, the company commander of the 8th Assault Company, volunteered to walk through the iron-gray gate alone and persuaded his father."

With a thought, Ning Lu conjured the data tablet in his hand.

[Yes, because of my intervention, three fewer company commanders and high-ranking officers died.]
He then inquired about Galland's observations and discovered that the people Galland mentioned were all people he knew.

The first human to awaken from his slumber, the "World Eater," recalls Dreger, the Ninth Company Commander who repeatedly prevented Kahn from taking risks.

After the Battle of Genna, the campaign was not completed within thirty-one hours. When Angron launched his eleven-kill campaign, he faced off against his think tank director Varis and think tank Tess.

Jericho, the technical sergeant in charge of the artillery echelon, always insisted on finding a solution rather than blindly walking through the door.

as well as……

Holz, the commander of the 9th Company Stormbird Squadron whom Kahn called the only one with "guts," was the only one who dared to speak the truth of everyone's thoughts and propose the election of a new legion commander.

"They are all suitable targets."

[Angron has just returned, and I already have my first batch of high-ranking commanders who are going to be awesome.]

I must say, I was quite efficient.
When Garland heard that the Black Emperor had approved his first group of chosen people, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything the Black Emperor prophesied about his father had come true, as if he had personally descended upon Nukelia.

He looked in awe at the Black Emperor, who sat high on his throne deep within the black mist, then quickly bowed and continued his report.

"After the Emperor learned that Karn had persuaded his father to take command of the Legion, he ordered Karn to return to Terra for a welcoming ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Ning Lu couldn't help but feel curious.

The welcoming ceremony for the Primarch's return was originally intended to boost the morale of the Empire, especially to allow the people of Terra, who had suffered during the Great Crusade, to witness firsthand the charisma of the Emperor's son.

But won't Angron's state of mind, his disdain for the Empire and for such activities, turn into a bloody farce?
[Old Man Huang and Makado will likely use their psychic powers to temporarily suppress Angron, forcing him to stand inside the car and complete the ritual like a puppet.]

This behavior, similar to that of a slave owner, would probably make him hate Old Man Huang even more.

Well… besides the welcoming ceremony, another reason Old Man Huang brought him back to Terra was to have Akahan Rand research how to remove the Butcher's Sting.
Thinking of this, Ninglu sent Garan back to the real world, and then his spirituality spread, touching the sphere of light.

(End of this chapter)