Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 755 The Prophecy Dice Cannot Be Divined for the First Time
In the fourth level of the "Disordered Kingdom," Nimrod sat high on his throne, listening to the report of Garan Surak, the chief apothecary of the "World Eaters."

He was completely wrapped in a black robe, and there were twelve strange humanoid corpses around him.

Each of them is three meters tall, with long limbs, and their outstretched arms are as wide as two tables.

Their bodies were covered in a reflective carapace, which reminded Nimrod of the Eldar and the likes of Slaudar, and the abhorrent sense of superiority they exuded.

"...In the early stages of Hlav's parasitism, his human form did not change."

"As time goes by, all the organs that enable a person to eat, breathe, and communicate with their senses will disappear."

Following Garan's report, Ninglu looked at the heads of the corpses.

Their heads are shaped like black eggs, without eyes, noses, mouths, or other organs.

“Varius told me that the psionicists felt a powerful mental shock.”

The think tank of the "World Eaters" has been disbanded by Angron, and Garan has gradually become accustomed to referring to them as psionicists.

"They gathered together, pooling the power of all the psionicists, and performed periodic divinations, but found no trace of any alien ships or bases."

"Varius is certain that Lady Hera came from beyond the boundaries of the galaxy, launching an attack in unknown lands. Their powerful psionic abilities have shocked psionicists."

The "Crimson Scholar" took out a data crystal. "I performed a psychic reading on Lady Hera and confirmed that they are a psychic race that lives in a psychic realm."

Ning Lu raised his hand and the radiant data crystal fell into his hand.

He nodded in satisfaction. "You did a good job."

Under the hood, Garland, the "Crimson Scholar," smiled, his pale face beaming.

"It is my honor to carry out Your divine decree."

Ning Lu flicked his wrist, and a crystal bottle appeared in his palm.

"The blood of a Primarch is at least ten times more diluted than that of Alpharis. Drink it again!"

Despite being within the source matter, Ninglu still considered the oath that Old Man Huang had made the Primarchs swear.

He did not specify that the blood was Hannibal's.

Considering that he had consumed many aliens and his blood was quite complex, he instructed the "Crimson Scholar" to increase the dilution ratio.

The "Crimson Scholar" felt the tempting, delicious blood inside the crystal bottle before him and happily thanked the Black Emperor for the reward.

"Thank you for your blessings."

Nimrod sent the Garan he was so eager to enjoy back to the real world, which then spread spiritually, touching the spiritual sphere.

He gave Heraf's body to the "Druid" Malena Skala, the "Crimson Scholar" and Chief Apothecary Mikel, and the "Scroll Professor" Thomas, who possessed the "Eye of the Secrets," for research.

After a moment's thought, Nimrod bestowed upon San Diego Bergkamp, ​​who needed to establish special coordinates, the promotion to "Traveler," and Sanchez, who was to capture a clearly more powerful target, the promotion to "Reaper."

He moved the remaining seven corpses to a palace on the first floor, using them as a medium for divination of the primordial space.

He immediately stood up, took a step out, and went to the third level of space to pick up the prophecy die.

"The cooldown time has actually increased by one year and five months."

“I waited five years after the last divination.”

"The Hand of Darkness, truly unique." He twirled the triangular pyramid in his hand and glanced at the dark claw in the distance.

"The Hand of Darkness is unique, but could the Eye of Night also be unique? Is the 'Darkness' pathway unique?"

"Should we divine Blackstone No. 4, or the Eye of the Night?" Ninglu's tone wavered.

The cooldown time for the Divination Eye of the Night may be significantly increased again.

After a moment's thought, he made a decision.

"Blackrock Fortress is ultimately within my territory, or the Eye of the Night."

"Even if the cooldown time increases significantly, I can adjust my plans in time."

Ninglu recalled what he knew about Onswald.

[The planet where the Eye of Night is located.]

The Eye of Night is embedded in an ancient statue and can emit energy beams that can cause devices to malfunction or suffer internal damage.

The Lightlings worshipped the statue and regarded it as a god.

[…]
Nimrod knew more about Unswald than he did about Purgatory Star.

He knew that the Lightlings worshipped the statue before the Empire submitted to the planet.

When the Chaos army launched its first attack, it was repelled by the Ascended Army, composed of Lightling Skaven.

A standard month later, the Chaos Fleet blockaded Unswald and launched a full-scale invasion, killing millions of Lytarians and ultimately obtaining the Eye of the Night.

After recalling the situation in Onswald, Ninglu silently recited it in his mind.

[Star map of Carrigham Gate leading to Unswald.]

[…]
After silently reciting it eleven times, he raised his hand and tossed the prophecy die. Whoosh!
The triangular cone hovered above his palm as soon as it left his hand.

"Huh?" Ning Lu exclaimed in surprise.

"How can this be?"

"I know more about Unswald than about Purgatory Star!"

Ninglu pondered for a moment and said uncertainly.

"Could it be that the Eye of the Night is of a higher rank than the Hand of Darkness?"

"Could it be Origin Essence?" His voice trembled slightly.

“If we don’t intervene, the divination will fail.” Ning Lu took a deep breath and gathered his chaotic thoughts.

He raised his right hand, and the flagpole appeared in his palm with a whoosh.

With a thought, Ning Lu's location suddenly changed, and he arrived at the second level of space.

The spirituality of the "Chaos Mentor" burst forth, black mist churned, and a pitch-black altar rose with a rumble.

Disordered black arcs spread all around, and enormous wings obscured the altar.

Spikes shot skyward, supporting the jet-black crown.

Ninglu, upholding the uniqueness of the "Red Priest," spoke in a deep voice in Dunn's language:
"In my name, I bestow upon the 'Red Priest' and the 'Land of Chaos' power to aid in the divination of the prophetic dice!"

call!
Flags fluttered, and black mist surged upwards.

The static triangular pyramid suddenly rotated and rose rapidly.

The ascent was slowing down, but it continued to rise with the help of the black fog.

It paused briefly at its highest point before slowly descending.

With a thought, Ning Lu caused the flagpole to disappear into thin air, and he caught the triangular cone with his hand.

"It is indeed in the Misty Starfield, but not within my territory."

He looked scrutinize the dull, lifeless triangular pyramid and sighed softly.

"This time... the cooldown time will probably be significantly increased."

Ninglu pondered the dice of prophecy, almost failing his first divination attempt.

His eyes gleamed. "Could the Eye of Darkness truly be a source substance?"

He ascended to the first level of Magnus's state of mind, calming his turbulent thoughts.

"I'd better not have too high expectations. Perhaps it's the uniqueness of the 'dark' path that possesses hidden authority, or the 'wheel of fate' that brings destiny and chaos. I also can't rule out the possibility that something is interfering with the divination."

"Although the source energy can isolate interference, it is not absolute. There are too many factors that affect divination, including concealment and fate."

"I don't know much about Unswald; the subject of the divination is almost the same as the Eye of the Night."

Ninglu then, without much expectation, spread his spirituality, prompting the "winner" Flamini and the "master of puppets" William Wood to perform divination.

……

The Lucky, a relic-class warship, is located in the divination room of the Lord of Fate.

Flamini put down his quill, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and silently recited the divination phrases.

After silently reciting it eleven times, the "winner" ascends amidst the rising incense smoke and quickly falls into a deep sleep.

His consciousness detached from his body and was immediately enveloped in a thick fog of emotions and feelings.

The prophetic psychic's mind flashed with the information from the data crystal bestowed by the Black Emperor, letting his thoughts wander freely.

There was no trace, no connection.

The "winner" looked around in astonishment; he had never encountered such a situation before.

[Even if that untouchable stood beside me, I could receive revelation; how much more so now that I have caused him to depart temporarily.]
Flamini had never encountered a situation where he was a "winner," and as a true master of divination, he had never experienced anything like it.

The "winner" reluctantly gathered his thoughts and returned to his physical body.

He picked up another royal coin from the table and silently thought: [Unswald is in danger.]

[…]
After silently repeating it eleven times, he flicked out the coin.

The coin tumbled and fell.

when!
It stands firmly upright on the table, perfectly balanced.

The "winner" gained absolutely nothing!
The "winner" then tried pendulum divination, astrology, and other methods, but all failed.

……

Ninglu was not surprised to learn that the two had failed in their divination. After a moment's thought, he decided to deploy the Tenth Battle Group, which was mainly composed of think tanks with "eyes of mystery" and highly intuitive "Hanged Man" methods that were equally capable of concealment.

(End of this chapter)