Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 679 Bilak, it's gone, don't even think about getting it back.

Inside the Navigator Sanctuary of the Shadow of Kings, only Visher, the chief navigator of the Shadow of Order, remained.

Her elaborate headband was pulled up, revealing a third eye.

Vischer's navigator's eye gazes toward the subspace.

All sorts of emotions and feelings converged into a thick fog that even psionicists couldn't penetrate, but her innate eye could reveal the warp and weft of the fog.

Wiescher combined star charts with his own subspace imagery—a deep canyon.

Vischer focused on the navigator's approach, searching among countless paths for the one designated by Lord Nimrod.

The canyon was exceptionally deep, and the fog grew thicker, making the road difficult to discern.

She opened her heart, her gifted eye wide open to its limit.

The fog thinned rapidly, and Veschel gradually became aware of the undulations and sharp edges of the canyon.

She located Viziole on a hillside and wandered along the contours of the hill, searching for the path.

hiss!
Visher felt as if a sticky tentacle, seemingly there yet not there, wrapped around her neck and climbed up to her eyes.

She abruptly pulled down the silver belt, shivering in the desolate, frost-covered sanctuary.

After a long while, the vision gradually disappeared, and Visher's clothes floated up as she recited Visher's Bible.

The chief navigator then activated the sound array device: "Begin the Holy Communion ceremony!"

……

Deep within Sac Terrada, the dim light of the dark gray stars was almost black.

With a click of the motor, the blinds descended, and Ninglu stood before the large viewing window, gazing into the void.

The Primogen's eyes shimmered with light and shadow, its gaze piercing through the void.

The entire galaxy looked the same to him, except for that planet.

It seemed as if a light veil was covering and enveloping it.

Arsène Dunn hung up the communicator and spoke.

"My lord, I have reviewed all the reports and found nothing unusual."

"But Chief Navigator Ms. Wischel reported that the fog was unusually thick when she was searching for a route."

"This is unusual, especially when a clear star map exists."

[The power of shadow.] Ninglu nodded slightly. "I understand."

"Turn the oracle at full power and begin scanning."

Three sidereal days later, the black Stormbird flew out of the Reign Shadow.

After repeatedly checking all the avian systems, pilot Nelson turned on his communicator and reported the anomaly to the father of genes.

“Father, the bird divination array flickers intermittently, with intervals of a few seconds, tens of seconds, or even hundreds of seconds. Different systems experience signal loss, lasting for milliseconds.”

“I also feel…” the “winner” said uncertainly, “that the fate of this place is being disturbed, that there is something discordant about it.”

John the Cat, with his deep-set eyes, nervously stroked the deck.

"I feel the same way..."

As the "winners" of Sequence 5, they have begun to take control of their own luck and can accumulate a lot of "luck" through their own self-discipline.

Now the flow of fate has become blurred and impossible to grasp.

"Location rune C-6, altitude 1,000 meters."

Ninglu put down the data board, and the head of the Auger Matrix submitted a rather brief report.

The Auger Matrix couldn't even detect any life signals on the planet; the only thing that could guide the direction was the energy fluctuations captured by the etheric reading instrument.

Ninglu chose the spot with the highest energy reading, where he was most likely to find the Shadow Blade.

After giving the order, he immediately picked up Osiris's Staff of Mind Control.

Considering that the Shadow Blade not only ignores defense but can also cause damage on a non-material level, he did not enter Magnus's mind and unleash his body of light.

As the blue Staff of Osiris swayed, light and shadow flickered in the Primarch's eyes.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and in his gaze, the material world faded away, while the spiritual points of light on the earth's surface rapidly magnified.

Ripples of intense emotion and primal urges rippled in his eyes; he saw a swirling purple groan, a terrifying, bursting rashes of emerald green...

The rough, hard red rocks vibrated and collided, creating ripples that spread out in layers, and the blood-red vortex swirled and grew larger.

[The location of the positioning rune is the battlefield.]

Hmm... The person divined will have greatly increased power after obtaining the Shadow Blade. One possible action they might take is to launch a series of campaigns to conquer the entire world.
As Nimrod pondered, he put down the Staff of Osiris. He didn't zoom in to enlarge the crimson vortex, lest not only his light body but also his mind's eye be harmed. He remembered that the one who obtained the Shadow Blade was a psionicist, empowered by an artifact, who might be able to detect mind-reading.

Through the narrow viewing window, the battlefield was reflected in the obsidian-like eyes of the Primarch.

Ninglu looked down at the battlefield in astonishment; it was completely different from what he had expected—a scene of wielding a giant sword and slaughtering indiscriminately.

The battlefield was in chaos, with naked humans covered in blood, their bodies smeared with chaotic eight-pointed stars, and no clear faction among them.

The burly man, whose arms were fused with a giant axe, cleaved the woman, who was covered in spikes and whose waist twisted strangely, in two before lunging at the fat man whose body was oozing pus.

Swarming with flies, the pale giant, laughing maniacally, smashed his fists down, crushing the frail body that held a black wooden staff and had nine eerie eyes on its body.

"Open the hatch."

After Ninglu gave the order, the golden wings flew out of the Stormbird.

He hovered in mid-air, taking in the entire battlefield.

Thick, fresh blood covered the plain.

The screams of death echoed, lingering in my ears.

The Primarch of Genes was suddenly moved; his eyes flashed with light and shadow. In the crimson fog, the dead souls did not rise and fly to the Sea of ​​Souls.

They were drawn by an invisible force, falling into the hazy shadows.

Death, soul, shadow...

Sacrifice, the Blade of Shadows.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ning Lu's mind, and he had a conjecture.

[Well, the technological sage, Kaobo, thought he was doing archaeology, but in reality, he was being manipulated by Bilak to collect fragments of holy relics for him.]

Therefore, the one who wields the Shadow Blade may not necessarily be its master; Bilak may be controlling more than one.
Ning Lu had a sudden thought when he thought of this.

Freddy the Black Wolf leaped out, and amidst the surging black mist, four legs appeared out of thin air.

The crimson color in the eyes of the fanatical Chaos cultists gradually faded, and their movements became sluggish.

As the gentle, echoing verses resonated, their tense muscles relaxed.

They released their weapons and fell to the ground with a series of thuds.

Ninglu stared at the ground, at the spot where the etheric blood mist had been projected.

A flash of light appeared in the Primarch's eyes, and he extended his right arm, spreading his telekinetic powers.

Rumble!
The earth trembled violently, tearing open a crack.

With a flap of his wings, he flew into the deep crevice.

John the Strong-Brained Cat leaped down, his four paws crackling loudly, the sound unusually jarring in the silent battlefield.

The primordial organism tore through layers of rock, advancing more than a kilometer in an instant.

The crimson fog vanished abruptly, and in the ensuing darkness, he saw malevolent eyes and a figure somewhat resembling the blurry silhouette pieced together from the divination.

He was nearly three meters tall, and in one hand he held a giant sword that was even taller and much wider than himself.

His chest split open, revealing a row of sharp, gleaming teeth that trembled incessantly.

On his right chest was branded a blood-red, chaotic eight-pointed star.

He raised his staff high with his left arm, and a thick, bloody ethereal mist billowed and churned, while the shrieks of souls from other battlefields echoed as they hurtled toward the altar.

The altar platform connects to the obsidian staircase, which is the entrance for psionicists to go deep underground.

In order to reach the altar as quickly as possible, Nimrod did not waste time searching for a hidden entrance and forcibly opened a passage.

The Primarch keenly noticed that the altar seemed to exist only in a vague way, as if it did not actually exist in the real world.

The chaotic eight-pointed star emitted a blinding light, and in the gap between matter and void, the shadowy, blade-like claws slowly tore through the veil.

Sure enough, he was performing a sacrificial ceremony.

His victory was likely also a result of Birac's manipulation; psychics are more likely to understand and perform rituals.
Ning Lu stared intently at the giant sword, its dazzling spiritual light captivating and alluring.

[Bilak, it's gone now, don't even think about getting it back.]

Not just the Shadow Blade, but also other fragments of sacred relics.
As Nimrod pondered, shadows spread, obscuring the altar's radiant light.

The psionicist let out a piercing, inhuman scream, like Ye Xiao's shrill cry or a vulture's sharp wail.

His left arm exploded, and his staff, aimed at the altar, emitted a deep, eerie light.

He raised his right arm, swung the greatsword, and slashed at Ning Lu.

(End of this chapter)