Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 850 Ning Lu: I only need a single thought to crush you.
As Nimrod hovered, two Heraf Originators with black crystal swirling horns on the upper edge of their chests enveloped themselves in psychic energy.

A burst of colorful light rose from their withered bodies, then they became ethereal, as if disappearing from the primordial space, from the lower deck of the Shadow of the Kings.

King Herav and another Source Being understood their intentions during their exchange of mental pulses, and they deliberately let out a hissing roar to attract Nimrod's attention.

King Herav raised his hands, and a shower of ethereal lightning descended from the heavens.

A crackling sound tore through the air, and shockwaves spread outwards.

“I once fought Angron head-on, and his martial prowess was truly admirable.” The Originator wielded a warp that was eighty centimeters longer than those of other Originators, and with a flap of his bat wings, he aimed straight at Ninglu.

"I hope...you...won't...let...me...down..."

Two in the light and two in the shadows, one far and one near, one to the left and one to the right, the four strongest among the Origin Beings attacked Ning Lu directly.

Ning Lu remained unmoved and unyielding, causing the "Chaotic Mentor" to narrow his eyes.

call!
To the hundred or so surviving Herafs and the four Originators, Nimrod's body suddenly swelled up.

In the blink of an eye, he seemed to have grown into a towering giant, placing the entire primordial space under his feet.

It is not a physical growth or change, but a supernatural etheric realm.

Before the champions could even form a thought, their minds were crushed by a terrifying and horrifying will.

bang bang bang...

More than a hundred corpses fell.

The Heraf Originators trembled in unison, their tendrils withered, and they spewed out disgusting pus.

Two Heraf Originators, who were hiding in the ethereal veil, fell back into the real world.

boom!boom!
They knelt on one knee, with the battlefield crowns facing Ninglu's left and right legs respectively.

The source of the great battle against Angron shattered the nearly three-meter-long warp distortion in his hand, turning it into a cloud of psionic mist.

His withered body creaked.

boom!
The original being's resistance lasted less than a second before being destroyed by its terrifying will.

call!
The lightning swept away the sky as if it had never existed.

The number one, the strongest, the terminator of countless worlds.

King Helav's jointed limbs twisted and turned, and he lost control of his consciousness.

The crown of war hangs low.

Bend over.

King Helav knelt down.

"I only need a single thought to crush you!"

"Chaos Mentor" Nimrod sighed as he overwhelmed the spirits of four Originators with his extraordinary ability "Willpower," which is specifically designed to counter psionicists.

"You..." King Helav uttered a single word in resentment.

The progenitor did not answer; his eyes flickered with light.

The telekinetic energy surged forth, transforming into countless large hands.

As Ninglu's golden wings flapped, four Origin Beings uncontrollably flew toward him.

Black mist appeared in his right palm and he patted their withered bodies.

Ninglu's eyes were deep as he looked down upon the land of black mist.

In the seventh level of space, four Origin Beings fell one after another.

With a thought, Ning Lu conjured lines of rules around the bodies of the Originators.

King Helav felt the terrifying pressure vanish, and just as he was about to unleash his psychic power, he suddenly felt his body being enveloped by something.

The etheric tides did not react.

He saw that the other three Originators were in the same predicament as him, and he couldn't help but feel sorrow.

"We have destroyed countless worlds and devoured trillions of creatures."

"Now, our race faces extinction..."

A resonant, sorrowful sigh, briefly breaking through limitations.

They heard each other's despair, which was more heartbreaking than the ravages of time on their bodies.

call!
The rising black mist severed everything; they could not perceive each other, nor could they sense the web of their own lair.

At the same moment, in the primordial space, Hlav, one of the four webs of nests, dies within the rapidly burning mental network.

Ninglu sensed the four net ships, and the shining light went out.

[As expected, the "Land of Chaos" isolated the Nest Network; even if the original beings did not die, Hlav, having lost his vessel, would perish.]
As he pondered, his wings flapped, accelerating him toward Battlefield Number Forty-One.

The Primarch's telekinetic powers swept across the surroundings, and one after another, the Heraf Champions were thrown at him, and he was immediately thrown into the first level of the "Land of Chaos," a separate palace.

At the same moment that the last Heraf champion entered the "Land of Chaos," "Chaos Mentor" Nimrod had already seen the golden space that enveloped Battlefield 41.

He raised his power gloves, infusing them with spirituality.

"I am the agent of order. Follow my will and dismantle Battlefield Number Forty-One!"

The Hand of Order rose up with a dazzling golden light.

boom!
The giant golden fist slammed into the golden space, producing a piercing tearing sound.

"You will all die!" The Originator flapped its bat wings, and a two-meter-long warp of subspace slashed down from the sky.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the wall formed by the morning light shattered.

Ethan was knocked down by the force, his knees hitting the ground.

"Don't worry, your genetic father, Ninglu, will soon follow in your footsteps."

"Perhaps he is already dead."

The voice of the Originator, like a sedge, was full of mockery.

Ethan, an indomitable psychic, shielded the "scheming manipulator" with his imposing physique.

The Guardian held the tattered "Sword of Dawn" horizontally before him. "Alien!"

"Your kinsmen have been killed by your father!"

"Die!" The Originator swung his sword down.

Ethan stared at the approaching blade, his eyes filled with an indomitable will, and his inner power surged.

He leaped up suddenly and swung his sword to meet the attack.

Swords clashed.

boom!
Still for a moment.

The blade of the Dawn Sword shattered with a bang, and the warped subspace struck the black armor directly.

Amidst the crackling explosions, images flashed rapidly through Ethan's mind.

Enveloped in poisonous fog, Barbarus, with Mortarian's arm twitching, dragged his frail body toward the execution platform.

The father of genetics offered a helping hand.

……

Is this the only place where my journey can end?

I also want to beat Death Guard...
boom!
It wasn't Ethan who fell, but the One who fell.

Ethan stared in bewilderment at the Originator kneeling on the ground, momentarily thinking he was hallucinating.

A golden light shone into his eyes.

"Father!"

Ethan and the "conspirator" shouted in unison.

Ning Lu nodded slightly. He raised his hand and beckoned, and the Origin Being was dragged toward him.

Without pausing, he flapped his wings and flew toward another dangerous battlefield he sensed.

One after another, the originators were sent into the "Land of Chaos," and forty-three "conspirators" successfully rose to the rank of "harvesters."

Of the four who failed, three were rescued in time, while only one tragically perished.

After gathering everyone, Ning Lu nodded in satisfaction.

Given the vast power disparity between the "conspirators" and the originators, he could accept such a loss.

He looked at Arsena Dunn, who had emerged from Battlefield 3 and assisted Thibault in advancing to Sequence 5 "The Reaper," and ordered, "Have Adams' chapter clear the battlefield."

At almost the same moment, the deaths of a large number of Herafs, and even the Originators, gave rise to countless souls.

Both the Ghoul Starfield and the Origin Space contain a large number of undead creatures awaiting containment.

(End of this chapter)