Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 757 Tzeentch: The plan…failed…I need a new plan.

In the eternal night of Unswald, Thomas, the curator of the think tank, looked up at the Black Agate Mountain.

"The Scroll Professor," speaking in Dunn's tongue, shouted, "Freeze!"

Thomas flicked his wrist, and the gray-black scroll flew over the heads of the Lightling crowd.

A series of crystal-clear streams of light fell, freezing the Leytelin within.

Thomas's enigmatic eyes gazed at Lightling within the dozens of icicles.

Since becoming a "Hunter," he has been unable to close the "Hunter's Eye," within which the Lytaryn bodies are reflected in a thick black.

This black color is not found among the Leytelins of other worlds.

Another difference is that their hands do not radiate the light of their fellow races from other worlds.

[The biggest difference, however, lies in their extraordinary and unwavering will.]
The Black Emperor did not want to defeat the Lightlings of this world; his oracle instructed him to investigate whether any of the mountains contained statues.

Once it is confirmed that there is none, the Shadow of Order will immediately shift its target.

Thomas, through telepathy, has essentially confirmed that the statues worshipped by Leterlin are located in this area.

Now he needs to confirm whether it is on this mountain peak.

Thomas waved his hand and said to the two mind-machine servants beside him, "Be on guard!"

The "Scroll Professor" immediately pulled out a light black parchment scroll from his waist and lit it with his spiritual power.

"Wind!"

The pale black scroll ignited with a blue flame, crackling as it drifted.

Uh...

The hurricane appeared out of nowhere, but it only focused on the area around Thomas.

The hurricane surrounding him lifted his body up, propelling him upwards up the mountain.

The Lightlings raised their weapons and fired a barrage of beams at the black-armored giant in the air.

Thomas twisted his body, as if riding a griffin in the world where the think tank was located, dodging left and right to avoid attacks.

The mind-based psychic put on the "Howling Mask," his throat trembled, and he let out a sharp howl.

The piercing howl echoed in the hearts of the people of Leytelin.

They made squeaking noises and scattered as if waking from a dream.

A look of astonishment flashed across Thomas's eyes. The usually resolute Lightling from Unswald suddenly lost his composure.

Without pondering the reasons, he pulled out another "Fengxing" scroll and accelerated his ascent.

The wind howled, and in an instant, he climbed over a thousand meters, the summit coming into view through his mysterious eyes.

A statue.

Thomas was delighted and involuntarily drew his gaze to the entire statue with a mysterious look.

A graceful young woman raises her long arms and crosses them above her head.

Her body twisted gracefully, as if she were dancing.

Youth, beauty, like a dream...

Lilith, the goddess of dreams and the goddess of maidens among the three goddesses of the Eldar race.

Thomas learned from the information given to him by the Black Emperor that the Eldar worshipped Isha as their mother goddess and the old woman goddess Mora as their goddess of old women.

Could it be... that the Leatherlings... possess unwavering will... are trapped in a dream...?

They were not afraid in their dreams...

Oh no... I'm trapped in... a dream...
Thomas's mysterious eyes were shrouded in a hazy shadow, and the surrounding mist was thick with fog.

In his alarm, he immediately entered the Thelma state of mind, and then slowly ascended to the third level of mind.

Thomas gradually regained his composure. He did not move any closer and pulled a brown leather scroll from his waist.

"Shortsighted!"

Thomas's mysterious eyes dimmed, as if something was obstructing his vision.

After weakening the effect of "Eye of Secrets", he turned his body downwards and turned on the communicator.

“My Lord, I have found the statue you spoke of…”

"You've done well. Evacuate the mountain. I'll be there immediately." The Black Emperor's majestic voice rang out in the sound channel.

“Following Your command.” After landing back on the ground, Thomas immediately led the think tank members to evacuate the mountain area.

A moment later, he saw a golden light fall from the sky like a shooting star onto the mountain peak.

Ninglu flew to the summit and immediately saw that the area around the statue was densely packed with countless Leytelins.

Suddenly, they both woke up and started firing.

Countless dazzling beams of energy shot towards them.

From the right eye of the Lilith statue, a barely perceptible beam of light shot out from the dense darkness.

The Primarch's eyes flickered with light and shadow, and a blinding beam of colorful light shot out from his world.

His body suddenly felt cold.

Eye of the Night.

The "Mentor of Chaos" burst forth with spiritual energy, taking a step forward and suddenly landing in front of the statue.

Dense beams of light shot into the air, leaving trails of colorful light.

Ninglu raised a black mist in his hand and tentatively reached into the right eye of the Lilith statue.

Whoosh!
The Eye of Darkness vanished abruptly.

[Not the source material!] Ninglu thought dejectedly.

If it were of the source quality, the "Disordered Kingdom" could not possibly include it.

[The Eye of the Night, the anomaly during the divination with the Prophecy Dice, the eternal night world of Unswald, the dream of the Lightling ratmen.]

It is highly likely that the "dark" path is unique.

Although it's not the source material, it's still pretty good, considering it's unique.
His disappointment was fleeting, and he tried to console himself.

I was originally searching for the artifact that would control Blackrock Fortress, and unexpectedly obtaining two unique items is already a pleasant surprise.

At least, I have achieved my goal.
Ninglu thought of the original owners of the Hand of Darkness and the Eye of Night.

[Abaddon, since you can't keep either of the artifacts, you might as well give up on both.]
Nimrod recalled that not only was the Hand of Darkness given to Mortalian by Abaddon and subsequently stolen and retrieved by Evelynn, but the Eye of the Night was also reclaimed by Inquisitor Grefast in the forty-second millennium.

As he thought of this, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

After gaining pleasure from Abaddon's two artifacts and calming his mind, Ninglu couldn't help but recall the unusual events during the divination with the prophecy dice.

He frowned slightly, wondering to himself.

The Eye of the Night was not activated, and the Concealed Authority was not fully effective.

Otherwise, the future Mauriana could not have predicted it.

Moreover, he wasn't directly divining the Eye of Night, but only indirectly touching upon a part of its hidden uniqueness.
The anomalies during the prophecy dice divination... are too unmystical.

Although he was not an extraordinary being skilled in the mystical path, nor did he possess the prophetic talents of Magnus, Sanguiles, and Conrad Coz, he had read extensively the books of the Flao people and had also gained considerable knowledge of the Eldar from the mind of the Warlord Slaw Da, who was not particularly skilled in the subject but had some understanding of it.

Nimrod's knowledge in this area was no less than that of Magnus and other extraordinary diviners.

After comparing the results, he could roughly determine the difficulty of the divination.

[Besides concealment, only fate can interfere with divination.]

Abaddon... the person chosen by the four peddlers. Could it be that the anomaly is caused by his involvement?

Hmm... no, the divination for the Hand of Darkness is different from that for the Eye of Night.
As Nimrod pondered, outside the curtain, within the Impossible Fortress of the High Heaven.

The strings of fate snapped silently, giving rise to new strings that shone with brilliance.

"The threads of fate I wove... my plan... has failed..."

The face that sprouted from Tzeentch's left chest murmured repeatedly: "The threads of fate I wove... my plan... has failed..."

"The Cursed One has not yet destroyed Monazia... Loga's time for enlightenment has not yet come... Nimrod will be even faster..."

As the face on His left breast vanished like a bubble, the face that sprouted from His right leg exclaimed in surprise: "Monazia has not been destroyed... the time for Loka's enlightenment has not yet come... Nimrod will be even faster..."

"I need a new plan..."

His right shoulder face gleamed with wisdom: "I need a new plan..."

The hands of the weaver of fate move irregularly, and countless threads of destiny dance in a chaotic dance.

(End of this chapter)