Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 768 The chilling and terrifying Blackstone Fortress opens its gates to welcome...
958.M30.

Cyclops Cluster, Ribo Galaxy.

On the bridge of the flagship of the Sixth Squad, the Destiny, Squadron Commander Flamini stood before the holographic strategic table.

The projection suddenly flashed.

All the lumens went out.

A suppressed gasp rang out from the bridge.

Flamini opened the communication channel, "No need to panic."

"Adjust energy allocation, reduce weapon system supply by 30 percent, and prioritize ensuring lighting systems and harpoon arrays."

The light flickered, washing over Flamini's radiant face.

suddenly!
After a brief flash of light, the overhead lights stabilized and illuminated the bridge.

Flamini examined the oracle report that had risen on the video screen.

Abnormal magnetic interference.

The cause is unknown.

His gaze returned to the holographic image.

The colossal creation was located in a debris field, surrounded by shipwrecks.

A point of light rapidly magnifies.

Spiral rings and nodes, like genetic spirals formed by electrostatic cutting light, slowly spiral.

Flamini's superhuman brain worked at lightning speed, trying to find a pattern to track planes and vertices.

Strange images materialized out of thin air in his mind.

The "winner" leans forward, gazing at the unfolding scene.

The art of dance.

Planar displacement.

The stone pillars are pushed and pulled.

The "winner" was captivated by the sight and commanded, "Open the porthole."

The motor creaked, and the blinds descended.

Flamini strode to the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows.

As it slowly approached, its eerie and terrifying appearance, resembling a moving prison, silenced the officers on the bridge who were tensely reviewing reports.

The shadowy figures of order stared solemnly at the approaching inverted pyramid.

The massive colonnades begin hundreds of kilometers from the magnificent building and end on the black surface, like the sharp teeth of a giant dog in the shadows.

It was impossible to fly past the sides of the colonnade; the ships had to fly straight along the center of the colonnade, like a funeral procession.

As the prophetic psionicist gazed upon the majestic creation in the void, a vision suddenly flooded into his obsidian eyes:
In the filthy sewers, the child leads a group of ragged human refugees wading through a cesspool of sewage.

The scene vanished immediately.

Memories long forgotten for decades suddenly resurface, making the "winner" uneasy, as if Stone knew something about his past.

The prophetic psychic gathered his thoughts and entered the first layer of Magnus's mind, attempting to find a place to anchor.

After a moment, he gave up in despair.

The black building, as if carved from a single block of obsidian by a craftsman, is a seamless whole.

It has no portal, nor any platform for mooring.

The helmet's built-in communicator suddenly started buzzing.

After Flamini connected, the Black Emperor's majestic voice rang out on the sound array channel.

"Flamini, board the Skyhawk shuttle and come with me to the fortress prepared for you."

“Follow Your will.” Flamini obeyed instinctively, his eyes fixed on the unsettling polyhedron.

The deep, dark shadow cast by the magnificent building opened its blood-red maw.

The "winner" suppressed the idea of ​​assembling the entire battle group and issued the order.

The elegant Skyhawk shuttle takes off from the Destiny.

Flamini, the "winner," rose uneasily from his comfortable seat, enveloped in a strange matrix that shimmered with an icy light.

The terrifying thing stared into his eyes and into his soul.

Golden wings shone into his eyes, and "Winner" felt the majestic aura of the Black Emperor piercing through the cold and terrifying void and shining into the cabin.

Flamini looked through the porthole and saw the imposing figure of the Black Emperor, clad in black armor and adorned with golden wings, smiling as he looked at him.

His tense body gradually relaxed.

Ning Lu withdrew his gaze and stared at the Black Stone Fortress.

Blackrock Fortress, it is time to open the dusty gates that have been closed for countless years.

I'll put in a lot of effort; I won't just skim the surface like some slacker.
In Ninglu's memory, the oil enthusiasts had spent thousands of years utilizing Blackrock Fortress, but their efforts were only superficial and literal. They had never been able to penetrate the interior of any of the fortresses.

The naval bases and rail facilities they built were all on the surface.

The only place the Empire entered was the seventh Blackstone Fortress, discovered at the edge of the Pacific Starfield.

The gates there have always been open, and various alien creatures, including shapeshifters, have made their home and roam within the massive fortress.

Barton Drake, whom Nimrod supported within the Sun Auxiliary Army, had his collateral family members appointed as traveling merchants.

Ten thousand years later, Drake Jr., the son of a wandering merchant, became the first human to step into the Blackrock Fortress control room.

Nimrod did not consider Abaddon, nor Huron, whom he gifted to Blackrock Fortress, to be human.

As he pondered, black mist surged from his palms, and something appeared in each of them.

Ninglu raised his gauntlets, cradling his dark eyeballs, and gazed toward Blackrock Fortress.

The Eye of Night turned, and a ray of light rose.

As the dim light flickered, a miniature version of Blackrock Fortress came into his view.

The scene unfolds, revealing mysteries that are vastly different from what the naked eye can see, and even beyond the ethereal realm.

Nimrod projected countless Eldar runes, which he had never seen before from the depths of Slau Da's mind, onto his retina, and he immediately understood their meaning.

The Primarch's brain worked at lightning speed, instantly understanding the function of the control runes.

Subspace energy cannon.

A closed harbor, a spacious hangar...

Ning Lu held his right hand in a fist, and in a flash of thought, a finger slid down.

In the void, the enormous pillars rotated.

A blinding light rose from the darkness.

Flamini, the "winner," looked out through the viewing window, following the light.

A diamond-shaped crack slowly opened, revealing dozens of platforms emitting a faint glow.

He looked in awe at the Black Emperor's imposing figure, watching the Black Sky Eagle fly towards the nearest platform.

As Flamini, the "winner," stepped onto the platform and was about to approach the Black Emperor statue standing before the gate, obsidian eyes reflected a series of images:

The crimson Manakia, the shimmering anemones, their tentacles holding weapons fueled by psionicists, aimed at him.

In despair, a figure in black armor and with golden wings descended from the sky.

……

The distorted scene unfolded before him, making it impossible for Flamini to distinguish between the past and the future.

In a daze, he saw the Black Emperor raise his pitch-black claws and flick his middle finger.

suddenly!
The distorted mental projection created by the psychic energy vanished abruptly.

"You secretly dispatched the Shadow Order and its crew to take over and familiarize yourself with Blackrock Fortress."

Nimrod possesses the Hand of Darkness and the Eye of Night. After locating the Blackrock Fortress, he can manipulate it remotely using psionic powers.

But he will not move the fortress.

Although Tzeentch is very likely to discover this and cause trouble in secret, it is unlikely that he would directly inform Horus of the existence of the Black Rock Fortress within the Cyclops Fortress.

On the one hand, He is a riddle-maker, rarely revealing things clearly to believers.

Yan Ming is too unscrupulous.

All Nimrod knew was that Carlos had reminded Lorga of his choice, and that the "Plague War" was hindering Nurgle.

On the other hand, after Horus fell, his will resisted complete corruption.

His last shred of resistance came when he was stabbed by Ruth, and Loka seized power.

Primarch's servant, Marrogst the Twisted, discovered that a part of the good soul within the Horus Warmaster refused to submit to the Chaos Gods, and thus remained in a coma.

He knew that Horus only wanted to use the power of chaos to overthrow the old man, but he refused to become a slave to the four peddlers.

To resolve the crisis, Marrogst enters Horus's subspace imagery and, at the cost of his life, obliterates Horus's last benevolent soul.

Horus thus truly gained control of the power of chaos and became a slave to the four peddlers.

Nimrod did not believe that Tzeentch would reveal Horus's true identity before he became a slave.

Even if the unpredictable Tzeentch was not anticipated, it doesn't matter; the power of Blackrock Fortress remains unaffected.

It remains a powerful weapon capable of influencing the course of battle.

In the highest heavens, Tzeentch shifted his gaze from Magnus, whose one eye had turned from yellow to blue, and looked toward Blackrock Fortress.

"Blackrock Fortress..."

"destiny……"

"Variety……"

(End of this chapter)