Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 725 I Obtained My First Uniqueness Through My Own Efforts

With a thought, black mist rose around Ning Lu.

He opened his arms, and a buzzing sound emanated from his body.

The “Chaos Mentor” hatched in the brains of the Vizorheld people, and swarms of Soul-Eating Bees emerged from the second layer of the “Land of Chaos”.

The overwhelming swarm of Soul-Devouring Bees surged down, colliding with a flock of eagles taking flight.

The Soul-Devouring Bee's crystal wings buzzed, and its claws slashed down fiercely, colliding with the sharp eagle claws.

The clanging sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the twilight moon.

It easily pierced through the fierce jaws of the Thousand Sons and the Shadow of Order armor, collided with the hooked eagle beak, and the body was separated at an angle.

The "Chaos Mentor" sensed the Soul-Devouring Bees he commanded. The clusters of spiritual eggs he scattered bounced off as if hitting an invisible barrier the moment they touched the head of the dark blue eagle, decaying in the rippling twilight.

Despite the fact that the Soul-Eating Bees have lost their supernatural attack and reproductive abilities, Nimrod has not changed his mind about relying on them as the main force.

Without the ability to launch orbital strikes or other means against the Twilight Moon, the Shadow of Order will suffer considerable casualties.

Soul-devouring bees can replenish their supplies during a large-scale battle, and they also have physiological advantages.

With a thought, the "Chaos Mentor" caused the Soul-Devouring Bees to raise their central claws and slam them into the eagle's claws.

Their massive bodies were jolted up by the giant eagle, which then unleashed its other two pairs of sharp talons.

Rip rip rip...

Amidst the ear-piercing scratching sound, large clumps of dark blue feathers fluttered down.

With a thought, Ning Lu raised a black mist from his right hand.

He covered his face, and a bone mask appeared out of thin air, covered with mysterious runes.

Nimrod obtained the Death Archon Mask from the Temple of the Great Wolf of Fenris.

When this magical item is used, it carries the power of decay and will indiscriminately affect the surrounding area.

Nimrod didn't bring Freddy the Black Wolf or John the Brainy Cat because he wanted to use it without any scruples.

The spirituality of the "Chaos Mentor" surged into the Death Archon Mask, and as a third of the spirituality was consumed, green mist rose.

Ning Lu was enveloped in illusory light. Centered on his body, the light rapidly spun and collapsed inward, forming a slightly blurry double bronze door.

The bronze gate is covered with all sorts of mysterious patterns, exuding an indescribable sense of depth and death.

With a creak, the door shook and a crack appeared.

Beyond the crack lies an impenetrable, boundless darkness, like the deepest night sky.

Countless icy vines spread out from inside the gate, coiling around the giant eagles like giant pythons.

The giant eagle's dark blue wings flapped in terror, and it was immediately entangled by vines.

Its wings quickly turned green, and pulled by the vines, it flew towards the bronze gate, disappearing amidst terrified screams.

At the same time, amidst the surging green mist, undead creatures obtained from within the Void Whale of the Karigum Gate poured out:

The blue toad spat out venom, which splashed onto the giant eagle's dull eyes, corroding them and creating large, sunken holes.

The pale-white crab swung its claws, tearing off strips of bluish-black feathers.

……

Ninglu wrapped the Witch King's chain around his right little finger, and his spirituality returned as the blood flowed.

The "Chaos Mentor" felt the changes in his own spirituality, which was being consumed at a greater rate than usual and was recovering at a slower rate.

This is clearly an effect of the uniqueness of the "Twilight Giant".

[While it has an impact, it lacks change, like a rigid giant instinctively releasing its power.]
The authority possessed by the "Twilight Giant" flashed through his mind:

Sovereignty: Dusk, Battle.

Lower-level authority: The power, skill, size, protection, and destruction that extend from combat authority.

Partial authority: sacred and delegated.

Neither the Twilight Moon nor the Giant Eagle embodies any authority in terms of combat, destruction, or delegation.

The battle between the Soul-Eating Bees and the undead army against the Guardian Eagle lasted for fourteen days and nights, and Ninglu temporarily returned to the Shadow of the Throne.

The ambition of the "Chaos Mentor" to achieve uniqueness still burns brightly; his body and mind have not withered, and his spirituality has never been exhausted.

Ninglu temporarily withdrew from the Twilight Moon because he circled the Twilight Moon three times, examining every area, but found no uniqueness.

He thought of the murals left by Eitsak's ancestors and believed that the day of decline had come.

Just like in each great year of Fenris, the gates to the Netherworld of Hiltyr will only open on the day of perihelion.

Nimrod returned to the Primarch's office on the Shadow of the Throne and immediately received a report from Arsène Dunn.

"My lord, the apothecary is testing the children of the Sobo tribe." "Of the 119 children, 63 are male, of whom 11 are Σ-level and 10 are T-level."

"Nine people are Y, eight are at level Φ and eight are at level X, and seven are at level Ψ."

"10 people are in the Ω level, there are no negative Ω level people."

Ninglu was puzzled upon hearing this. Although he had not consulted the relevant records, his negative spiritual energy level had been declining in a regular manner, but then suddenly jumped to the Ω level.

As he pondered the reason, the Primarch's servant's communication bead buzzed.

"My Lord, the twilight moon has suddenly deflected and accelerated, and is expected to cause a solar eclipse 36 standard hours earlier than expected."

"There are only 59 standard points left from now."

Ning Lu immediately stood up and said, "I understand."

Driven by surging ambition, the "Chaos Mentor" abandoned his rest and, one minute and thirty-three seconds later, leaped from the flight deck into the void.

With his golden wings ablaze, he flew swiftly toward the twilight moon.

Orange-red light rose from the surface of Visayas.

The red star disappeared.

Dusk falls.

The trees quickly grew dark and withered, their branches falling one by one.

The beasts were weak and listless, their fur was wrinkled and matted, and their claws were old and knotted.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the projections of the children in Vesa's mother's womb turned orange-red, then collapsed into tiny black holes.

As the Day of Decay begins, orange-red light engulfs the Twilight Moon and the mother planet Vesa.

Amidst the overwhelming orange-red light, a dazzling golden beam pierced the void.

Black mist rose from the eyes of the "Chaos Mentor," and the power of the "Disordered Kingdom" was stirred, with the power of the source essence seeping into the real world.

Amidst the swirling mist, the "Chaos Mentor's" obsidian eyes caught a glimpse of a bright orange-red.

His wings suddenly flapped, and his body spun rapidly as he flew toward that orange-red hue.

Whoosh...

Thousands upon thousands of giant eagles took flight and swept in with a whooshing sound.

With a thought, Ning Lu unleashed the remaining hundreds of Soul-Devouring Bees.

A bone mask covered their faces, and as the bronze gate opened, over three hundred giant blue-black eagles were mixed among the thousands of undead.

The “Chaos Mentor” infused all his spirituality into the Death Archon mask, and two beams of gray-white, withering light shot from his dark eyes.

As the light swept across, the bluish-green feathers turned to ash in the gray flames, revealing gray skeletons.

The ashes clattered and fell onto the orange-red ground.

In the "Chaos Mentor's" view, the orange-red ground was covered with layers of gray-black threads.

The only thing shining with an orange-red light was a huge longsword whose surface was covered with an orange-red light.

It subtly evokes the image of twilight.

The "Chaos Mentor" rushed rapidly toward the orange greatsword along the brief passage opened by the Death Archon's mask.

The armor on his body, crafted by Vokhan and modified by the "mechanical expert" Malevolus, was rapidly spreading rust.

The Primitive Gene sensed that he was aging a thousand years with every breath.

The immortals endure aging for a thousand years after another.

The sensation lasted only a moment before dissipating within the immortal body.

The orange-red greatsword rapidly approached in the obsidian pupils, and Ning Lu suddenly stretched out his right hand.

rustle……

The jet-black armor lay scattered, as if it had been placed in nature for millennia.

Black mist rose from Ning Lu's right palm as he grabbed the hilt of the orange-red greatsword.

The next instant, the giant sword vanished into thin air.

"Finally, I obtained my first uniqueness on my own."

Ning Lu whispered to himself with delight. He felt his body exposed to the night sky. With a thought, the living metal rapidly liquefied and spread, enveloping his body.

"Although we lost all the Soul-Eating Bees and undead creatures, as well as the armor forged by Vokhan, it was all worth it."

"Fenus, I hope you have already forged my new armor."

(End of this chapter)