Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 720 Wild ones don't matter, once Old Man Huang sits on the toilet, I'll be awesome. The Silent Sister will teach you...
Amidst the flickering light and shadow in Ning Lu's eyes, hundreds of black dots were mixed in, creating a mottled and mixed effect.

His spreading consciousness was like a tide being blocked by huge reefs.

The Primarch focused its consciousness, avoiding the black reefs and concentrating on a single focal point.

His focused consciousness struck a steel gate riddled with bullet holes and blades.

boom!
The powerful consciousness of the progenitor breaks through the temporary barrier.

Although the Vesa's resistance lasted only a brief moment, Nimrod was still struck by the strength of their will.

[A will no less forged than that of the Astartes.]
Nimrod consciousness seeped into the hearts of the Visayans, and they explored within it.

The memories of the Visadians are like layers of wet tissue paper covering them up.

This is the mental defense they built to resist interrogation training.

Ning Lu focused his mind, gently unwrapping each wet tissue to obtain the information he wanted:
The Venetian language and its script;
The Sobo tribe currently has 948 members, of whom 153 are untouchables.
Chief Etrick.

Ninglu's eyes flashed. [The Sobo tribe is indeed a powerful tribe.]
He remembered that ten thousand years later, when Greg Eisenhorn encountered the Sobo tribe, he was terrified to learn that they had eight hundred people.

Nimrod pondered the name "Eitrick," and following the Vesa's spiritual guidance, he found the Vesa strongman wielding a falcon dagger.

Just as his consciousness was about to lock onto Etrick, he felt as if a collapsed hole had appeared.

A powerful untouchable.

Nimrod's obsidian eyes stared at Eitrick, whose shoulders were broader than anyone else in the Sobo tribe, and whose powerful body was barely restrained by the fur of a wild beast.

He immediately superimposed Etrick's image onto the tribal chief's sword fight with Eisenhorn atop the icy carriages of the Artenat Express ten thousand years later.

That tribal chief was also named Etrick.

Eisenhorn was a top-tier swordsman among ordinary people; he killed Mandragor Karien, a veteran of countless battles and known as the "Son of the Emperor."

Karion is the champion of Slaanesh, possessing a string of titles: Slaughter of the Living, Defiler of the Dead, Keeper of Mysteries.

[Eitrick was originally the title of the chieftain of the Sobo tribe.]
As Ning Lu recalled that extraordinary sword duel, a thought flashed through his mind.

He raised his right hand, pressed the communication bead, and quickly issued a command.

Nimrod's consciousness withdrew from the Vesa's mind, and with a flap of his wings, he plummeted downwards.

A thousand meters above the ground, a sharp, falcon-like beam rose.

Etrick swiftly dodged the oncoming claws, looked up at the black-armored, golden-winged giant in the sky. He seemed like a god of war descending from the heavens, making people instinctively want to kneel and submit.

Etrick bent his knees slightly, then paused.

His sharp eyes flashed with a fierce light; even the God of War was merely a target to be killed.

The tribal chief glanced at the falcon dagger and recalled the story his father had told him:
The Buddha God descended from the sky, his sharp claws tearing open the chest and ripping out the heart.

With its large beak, it swallowed three people whole.

Blood rained down from the sky, and a river of blood flowed over Black Mountain.

In the face of danger, our ancestor stepped forward and fought fiercely for four days and four nights, finally killing the Buddha God.

He earned the respect of the Vesalian tribes, which enabled him to create the stupa script and stupa language.

The legends of his ancestors flashed through Etrick's mind, but more tangible than his great achievements was the falcon dagger forged from the spine of the Buddha god.

Slay the gods and obtain divine weapons.

Black armor, golden wings, a longsword with blue and white sharp edges, gauntlets, and two guns mounted on it.

With them, he could conquer thousands of tribes and the whole world.

A glint flashed in Etrick's eyes. He lunged forward, his shoulders tilting downward, the hilt of his sword rising as he thrust it into the neck of the lion-like behemoth.

He stepped back to avoid the beast's dying blow, letting out a low roar.

Ninglu deciphered a series of concise Buddhist phrases: "In the air, a powerful enemy is attacking."

"Complete the hunt quickly."

"To meet the enemy."

He watched with great interest as the Vesa warriors of the Sobo tribe suddenly sprang into action, swiftly slaying the beasts with their efficient and concise swordsmanship.

Even with time running out, they still demonstrated the Vesa style: meticulous planning, achieving the most effective kills with minimal casualties.

As Ninglu marveled, the Visayans, while gazing up at their target, searched the surrounding area for black basalt rocks and hid behind them.

The children, clutching sharp daggers, remained calm and unconcerned about their spoils. Hundreds of them swiftly retreated to their dwellings on the other side of the cliff.

Nimrod knew from the hearts of the Vesa that such dwellings were reserved for large tribes like the Sobo.

The Visakha tribe, with a population of less than one hundred, was unable to possess a fixed territory; they hunted like roaming wild beasts.

The dwellings of the Sobo tribe served as both their residences and defensive fortifications.

Children aged four and above skillfully set up their logging guns, loaded them, and aimed them in all directions.

The toddlers, who had just learned to walk, struggled to lift the ammunition belts to replenish their supplies.

The child, who couldn't walk and had been left in the house, gripped a dagger with both hands and sharpened it on an obsidian whetstone.

When Nimrod was 400 meters away from the maximum firing range of the matchlock musket, and just as he was about to begin his dive, the tribal chief, Etsak, gave the order to attack: "Fire!"

Black smoke billowed as primitive bullets streaked through the air. Bang bang bang...

Bullets struck the armor forged by Vokhan, exploding into gray-black fireworks.

The sweat the Visarians poured out on their shooting propelled most of the bullets, hitting the black figure that was swooping down.

They brought the performance of the matchlock gun to its fullest potential.

Ninglu's eyes lit up. He suddenly stopped and, amidst a short, explosive sound, stood atop the Vesa man's head, a hundred meters above him.

boom!
Etrick seized the opportunity; he had anticipated that the tribal warriors' attack would not threaten the God of War.

The moment he emerged from behind the black basalt rocks, he unleashed a deadly attack he had been preparing.

The bullets whistled through the air and flew towards the target in mid-air.

Etrick loaded the gun with lightning speed, firing his second bullet faster than the other Vesa who had fired earlier.

His sharp eyes were fixed on the figure in the air. He saw the giant raise his right arm, his large hand grabbing at something as powerless as when they were forced to pick wild fruit when there were no wild beasts to hunt.

However, the deadly bullet struck his palm, only producing a wisp of smoke.

With the twitching of his finger muscles, the "Chaos Mentor" deflected the impact of the bullets; with a slight exertion, he crushed them into dust.

The "Chaos Mentor" casually fired the second bullet and spoke in a deep voice in the Buddhist language.

"I've come here to hire you!"

"Fertile land, magnificent mansions, powerful weapons!"

As Ning Lu spoke, he raised his left arm.

A series of explosive shells shot out and exploded on the black basalt rocks a kilometer away.

Boom boom boom!
Amidst the deafening explosion, Etrick's eyes narrowed. The muskets they used were no match for the Black Armored Giant's great spear in terms of power, range, and accuracy.

The "majestic" voice boomed in the ears of the Sobo tribesmen, their eyes shining as they stared at the ruins, breathing in the wonderful smell of gunpowder.

Boom!

Ninglu crashed into the Sobo tribe, and more than 800 Vesa people stared intently at the black-armored, golden-winged giant.

They seemed to see sophisticated weapons, magnificent castles, and vast lands.

The Primarch keenly sensed the Vesa's gaze and thought to itself: [A good start.]
While he was overjoyed, he also felt that the flashing of light and shadow in his eyes slowed down, and hundreds of black rocks suddenly rose up.

The sensing range of the progenitor was compressed to an unprecedented degree, only able to cover a range of three kilometers in diameter from itself.

A bitter, coppery odor filled his mouth, and his temples throbbed slightly.

Nimrod exited the Magnus state of mind and, just as he had when he first created the Thelma state of mind, entered a meditative state, and then gradually ascended to the third level of the state of mind.

His discomfort subsided slightly, and the stinging in his temples disappeared.

[It's much better than I expected; at least the psionic energy wasn't completely suppressed.]

If there are more than a hundred Silent Sisters, I am completely unable to mobilize my spiritual energy and can only rely on my extraordinary abilities.

Wild ones can never compare to the Silent Nun trained by Old Man Huang, hmm, training...
As Ning Lu thought about this, his ambition ignited, and he pondered in his heart.

[Wild ones are fine too. After Old Man Huang sits on the toilet, I'll be the unpopular Silent Sister, teaching you all a lesson.]
Ninglu recalled that after the High Lords came to power, the Silent Sisters, who were not under their control, became a thorn in their side.

The silent nun who once served as Old Man Huang's left hand is rapidly declining.

The Silent Sisters, deeply disappointed with the Empire, left the moon and disappeared from its sight.

When they were found by the "Imperial Fists" during the "War of the Beasts," they initially refused to serve the Empire again.

He only agreed to join the war after learning that Primarch Vokhan was still serving the Empire.

Ninglu immediately conceived a new plan in his mind:
When the Silent Sisters were being ostracized, he offered them a helping hand as the Primarch.

The Silent Sisters submitted and helped him train the Untouchables.

He "corrupted" a portion of them, turning them into devout followers of the Black Emperor.

[Yes, I still can't bear it. The Silent Sisters, who sacrificed countless lives in the "NetWar," are abandoned by the Empire, all alone and helpless.]

I want to extend a warm hand to them.
Ning Lu, always eager to help others, wore a smile.

Meanwhile, his obsidian-like eyes were also constantly watching the reaction of the Sobo tribe.

Ninglu noticed that after a brief moment of shock, they all turned their gazes toward the tribal chief.

[Aitsak is highly respected among the Sobo tribe.]
As he pondered, Etsack, holding a falcon dagger, approached.

"You want to hire us to fight?"

What will you give us?

Upon hearing the roar of engines overhead, the Primarch thought to himself, "[The sword duel of ten thousand years from now is about to begin.]"
"No rush, I need to know your strength first before I name my price."

Etrick stared at the black-armored giant before him. "You want to fight me?"

“It’s not me,” Ninglu shook his head slightly, “it’s my offspring.”

(End of this chapter)