Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 742 Before the court was even established, Ninglu had already begun planting his seeds.
Terra Palace, a lakeside villa near the Grand Place.

As Barton Drake, dressed in military uniform, entered the villa, he immediately felt a stinging sensation on his skin and an unnatural bitterness rising in his throat.

He scrutinized the first-floor reception hall, his gaze sweeping over the Order Shadow shrouded in black armor, the snow-white-haired Primarch servant Artena Dunn, and finally settling on a man with a short sword at his waist.

He was not a shadow of order, yet he was taller and stronger than himself, who had undergone numerous modifications.

He had a hawk-shaped short sword at his waist and a long spear, which, compared to his own strength, should be called a giant spear, on his back.

Dionysus's Spear.

He must be someone trusted by Lord Ninglu to have entrusted him with the spear bestowed upon him by the Emperor.

Patton curiously examined the giant. The resolute face and sharp eyes made even a battle-hardened man like Patton tense up.

The giant was a powerful warrior.

Patton's gaze paused briefly before shifting away.

He had no liking for the soldier; he instinctively felt disgust and discomfort.

[Untouchable!]
Patton looked at Lord Nimrod in surprise.

Within the empire, only the Emperor's Claw—the Silent Sister—is untouchable.

Even Lord Ninglu has untouchable followers.

Patton's stride shortened, and it took him three steps before he resumed his original stride.

He stopped and bowed respectfully.

"Lord Nimrod."

The Primarch, with his back against the black basalt throne, gazed at the old general before him, whose position as Marshal of the "Solar Auxiliary Army" had been lost because of him, his eyes flashing with light and shadow mixed with black spots.

He felt no resentment whatsoever.

He missed out on the position of supreme commander of the "Solar Auxiliary Army," but instead recommended First Medical Officer Ivory Yovan.

"Barton, have a seat." Ninglu nodded slightly in satisfaction, a thought suddenly forming in his mind.

Inside the first level of the "Land of Chaos," the space apes immediately sprang into action, throwing materials such as the chainsaw swords made in Vostonia into the furnace to concoct "warrior" potions.

After issuing the order, his attention returned to Patton.

Patton picked up the green, glossy berries.

He bit through the jade-colored amniotic sac and enjoyed the lychee-like top notes reminiscent of morning dew.

Jadeberries are all the rage in Terra, becoming an essential fresh fruit at banquets for the elite, a symbol of status and wealth.

Barton, however, doesn't spend a single Terra Coin, yet every year a thousand fresh Jadeberries are delivered to his estate.

He used these fresh fruits to entertain visitors and reward his officers.

As the crisp, refreshing taste of pear lingered in Barton's mouth, Ninglu asked a question.

"Do you know any lords of the Sangha region in North Africa?"

Barton didn't understand why Lord Nimrod was paying attention to a minor lord. The Sinhala region was just a territory in North Africa, and nobles weren't even qualified to set foot in the Terra court.

But he immediately tried to recall the information in his mind.

After a dozen seconds, he finally spoke.

"My lord, one of my grandnieces has married into the Sangha region."

The grandniece that Patton mentioned was a member of a collateral branch of the family.

After her father was killed in battle, the daughter, who had lost her support, chose to sell her assets, leave the expensive city of Terra, and marry a nobleman from the Sinhala region.

Ninglu nodded slightly. "I need her to keep a close eye on Lord Sengga. If a wealthy merchant from the Mobai region named Lemur Gaumont marries the lord's daughter, Marika, she must inform him immediately."

Keon will stay in Terra for the time being.

Ning Lu was focused on future planning, and he even specially transferred the fifth company commander of the fourth battle regiment, the "gatekeeper" Ke Weng, to get rid of the "shadow of order".

Before the court was even established, or even before the idea of ​​a trial had taken root, Ning Lu had already begun to plant seeds of trouble.

Lemuel Gaumont was one of the four founders of the Tribunal.

Of course, he will change his name in honor of his friend, Dio Proms, the think tank director of "Ultraman".

In the future court records, only Proms is listed as one of the founders, not Lemuel Gaumont.

Besides planting nails in the courtroom, Lemuel had another value.

He was closely associated with Magnus, and after the "Burning of Prospero," he even merged with one of the five shattered pieces of Magnus.

Barton secretly decided to keep an eye on the Sangha Lord and Lemuel Gaumont.

"I will follow your command."

As Ning Lu flipped his right hand, a bottle of blood-red potion appeared in his palm.

"Patton, this is your reward for your loyal service to me."

Without hesitation, Barton took the blood-red potion, opened the bottle, and a strong, fishy smell wafted out.

He tilted his head back and drank the potion, which seemed to writhe like flesh and blood as it slid into his stomach.

A moment later, the newly recruited "warrior," whose body had grown so large that it almost burst out of his well-fitting armor, excitedly knelt on one knee.

“Thank you for your grace, my lord. I will strive to serve you.” “My lord, I will carry out your will.” Keon, shrouded in armor, bowed to the Black Emperor.

Out of consideration for Patton, he did not use the pronoun "You".

Keown felt lost as Patton left, leaving behind his fighting brothers, but he believed that the Black Emperor had given him a sacred mission.

Moreover, the Black Emperor promised that all Shadow Guards stationed among the Terran nobles for the next century would be selected from his company.

Five days later, after completing a series of promotional activities arranged by Makado, Ninglu boarded the Skyhawk shuttle.

The elegant black mechanical bird took off from the airport, its gaze fixed on the supreme captain, Schulzer, the "Dark Flame," in the opposite seat.

"The war is over. Your 'Dark Flame' is to return to Yellow Springs VIII."

"As you wish." Schulzelle looked at Lord Nimrod with regret and gratitude.

Lord Nimrod gave him the opportunity to win glory, and he personally hung the banner of "Dark Flame" inside the Hall of Eternity.

Ninglu noticed a hint of disappointment in Xuerzel's expression and smiled.

"Don't be impatient, you will have your chance to win glory."

"Your current mission is to maintain close contact with the captains of the 'Lord of Destruction'."

Since the "Lord of Destruction" can influence the "Dark Fire," by standing on Horus's side, Schulzer can naturally influence the other side, which was also split up by the "Legion of Fire."

Even just recruiting a few Titans would be a force to be reckoned with.
Schulzer stood up abruptly, “As you wish.”

At the same moment that the transport ships of the "Darkfire" Titan Legion entered the Gates of Hades, the Black Eagle shuttle slowly landed at the Martian starport.

Nimrod, accompanied by Ramsay who looked exactly like him, approached the Sage, the Mechanicus's envoy.

"Lord Ninglu, Mars welcomes your visit."

His mechanical tentacles rose, aiming at a massive void warship docked inside the starport.

"Please allow me to introduce it to you. This battle carrier, converted from the Abomination Paradigm, is 18.16 kilometers long and weighs 110.04 megatons..."

After listening for a moment, Ninglu smiled and said, "It belongs to Ramsey."

The wise envoy understood and immediately said:
"The sage who oversaw the refit is already waiting on the boarding deck."

After Ramsey went to receive the battle mothership, Nimrod stared at the sage envoy in front of him and spoke.

“I promise the High Varia that they will be allowed to retain three star systems.”

The Sage Envoy's mechanical eye flashed, and the Contemplative Array immediately displayed a message from another Sage Envoy responsible for negotiating the agreement with the High Varia: the High Varia was delaying the process of reaching an agreement.

It turns out there was a genetic prototype, supported by Ninglu.

“Lord Nimrod, forgive my bluntness, but although you have submitted to the High Varia, you have no right to interfere in matters of Mars.”

Ninglu calmly stated, "I will provide a sacred building template for Mars."

The thinker array of the envoy sages rose up with a series of 0s and 1s, forming a sequence far larger than the sequence of three galaxies.

His sonic synthesizer vibrated, "Really?"

Ning Lu smiled calmly, "Of course, but I have one condition."

"Please speak," the sage's tremor softened.

“The sacred template I provided is related to powered armor and will help Mars research a new generation of armor,” Ninglu said.

"I request that technical sergeants be dispatched to participate in the research and development of the next generation of armor."

Nimrod was willing to give up the STC not only to fulfill his promise to the High Varia, but also to take the opportunity to acquire the Mark IV manufacturing technology that the loyalists did not have.

The wise envoy paused for a moment, and numbers surged through the Martian mind.

After a moment, he spoke: "Lord Ninglu, the forging supervisor has agreed to your proposal."

When will you deliver the sacred template?

“Within the next thirty years,” Ninglu said calmly, “I think I won’t need to prove it; I will provide it on time.”

The power armor STC he will give up comes from Oriel.

The Fallen Horus received two STCs from there and gave them to Kelbo Ha, the then Director of Foundry on Mars.

“Of course,” the sage of etiquette agreed immediately without hesitation.

Other Primarchs, except for Lord Fernus Manus, Lord Peturabo, and Lord Magnus who have found multiple sacred templates, may be unable to fulfill their promises.

But Lord Ninglu is even more trustworthy than those three Primarchs.

Lord Nimrod is a chosen one of the Om Messiah. He guided the great sage Rian Ramirez to retrieve the Ramirez-class star fortress, and the sage Wojciech Belik to find the Belek battle tank...

He promised it, and he will never break his promise.

He must have received divine revelation from Om Messiah.

A month later, the new flagship of the Tenth Legion, the battle mothership Shadow Sword, sailed into the Gates of Elysium.

At the same moment, inside the Forging Temple of the High Varia, the newly appointed Forging Director Unai-9 signed the agreement.

Within the thought space, the numbers 0 and 1 flash frequently.

Lord Ninglu has fulfilled his promise.
　P.S.: Wishing all Legion cultivators a Happy New Year!
　　Wishing you good health and all your wishes come true in the new year!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)