Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 857 My arrival prompted Tzeentch to launch his plan ahead of schedule.

Beyond the curtain, within the crystal labyrinth of the highest heavens, countless threads of fate converge before Tzeentch, the weaver of destiny.

“Nimrod...Blackrock Fortress...Abaddon...Change…”

His voice was deep and somber, and the face that sprouted from his right breast monotonously repeated: "Nimrod... Blackrock Fortress... Abaddon... Change..."

"No... Argos's plan must be completed; it is of utmost importance..."

The face on His right breast suddenly vanished, and a face sprouting from His left leg uttered a resolute tone, “No… Argos’s plan must be completed; it is of utmost importance…”

Tzeentch's eyes shone brightly as he gazed at Atiri, the chieftain of the Aguru tribe, who had escorted Magnus and Nimrod out of the valley and back to the Black Basalt altar.

He raised his arms and drew intricate lines in front of him.

"Everything is under control."

The face that sprouted from his left shoulder gave a sinister, shrill laugh: "Everything is under control."

The voice gradually lowered, almost a murmur.

Deep within the Argos Mountains, 30,000 meters high, lies a black basalt altar.

Attiri's eyelids grew heavy. He found a flat rock on the cliff face and lay down on it.

Once you put on the mask, you will never take it off for the rest of your life, not even in your dreams, or even when you are procreating.

Attiri, clutching his javelin, drifted off to sleep in the twilight.

In his dazed state, he saw the beautiful deity he served.

"Ninlu's arrival has disrupted the balance, and Dessay is restless and about to break through the blockade."

"You must make a sacrifice to save your world."

“I understand…” Attiri clutched the javelin tightly.

"Follow Your divine decree!"

Attiri suddenly awoke from his dream. He quickly climbed up from the rock and looked around at the elders.

Through the eyes peering through their masks, they saw the resolute look in each other's eyes.

Attiri raised his javelin: "Sacrifice!"

He ascended the altar and chanted incantations in the local Low Gothic language, praying to non-existent, fictitious deities.

Tribal members stood in a circle around him, facing each other in pairs.

One of them is the killer, raising his javelin and thrusting it at the offering opposite him.

Puff puff……

Javelin flew and danced, their sharp blades piercing flesh and bone.

The body lay on the black basalt altar.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the altar red.

The killers paired up again and continued their sacrifices.

Atiri ended his useless prayers, raised his javelin, and plunged it into the chest of the last man of his tribe.

Finally, Attiri held the javelin upside down and plunged it into his own neck.

Blood and death seeped into Argos's thin veil, falling into the left claw of the Master of Change and forming a black and red sphere.

boom!
As the Weaver of Fate crushed the black and red sphere, the seal constructed by the Eldar shattered with a bang.

The immense power accumulated within the mountains erupted like a flash flood.

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder and the earth-shattering collapse, the Eldar Titan, who had been utterly dead, was resurrected by the power bestowed upon him by Tzeentch.

The cliff face cracked, and huge rocks collapsed.

The two Eldar Titans, almost petrified and integrated into the mountain rock, broke free from the rock amidst the surging power of destruction.

boom!
The first Eldar Titan's foot slammed into the valley.

A psionic storm roared through the barrier of dead stone, heading straight for the camps of "Shadow of Order" and "Thousand Sons." The immense power of the vast ocean surged forth, and the psionic shockwave erupted suddenly in every mind with an ethereal vision.

Whoosh...

Blazing flames rose from the hands of Qianzi of the "Fire Phoenix School," soaring into the sky like fireworks.

A surge of etheric energy poured into their bodies, making them stronger than ever before.

Carlofis, the temple chief of the "Fire Phoenix School," had flames blazing in his eyes. He clenched his right fist, trying his best to bring the surging power under control.

"You only need to let the power flow into your body to gain unparalleled strength!" The supernatural temptation echoed in his mind.

Theoda, the guardian spirit of Calofis, burned even more fiercely with the flames on its wings.

"No!" Carlofis roared.

He is fond of destruction, and the "Fire Phoenix School" now stands at the top of the ever-changing tides of the vast ocean. His achievements are rapidly approaching those of Azek Ahriman and Hathor Mat, but he never recklessly abuses violence.

Calofis held firm to his mental defenses, resisting the temptations of power.

His relentless resistance caused him to lose his strength, and even his limbs became stiff and he could not move.

Just then, a deep, authoritative voice entered his ears and pierced his soul.

"Rise to the highest level of mind you have mastered."

A few words act like anchors stabilizing a ship in a raging storm of energy, pointing towards a safe haven of self-control.

Calofis enters Magnus's mind and attempts to rebuild his mental defenses.

As he continued to push his mind to higher levels, the etheric rage gradually subsided.

call!
Calofis ascended to the eighth level of Magnus's mental state and finally regained control over himself.

He followed the large, marble-sculpted hand resting on the shoulder armor and saw the black-armored, golden-winged giant.

"Lord Ninglu, thank you for your help."

"No need to be polite." Ninglu restored Carlofis, then withdrew his hand and gazed towards the valley.

[Did my arrival cause Tzeentch to launch his plan ahead of schedule?]
The Primarch's eyes flickered with light and shadow as his consciousness unfolded.

Nimrod saw Magnus help Ahriman enter a meditative state and rebuild his mental defenses, and then walked toward Phossis Taka, the temple chief of the "Falcon School".

Without needing prompting, the "hypnotist" Hathor Matt built his own mental defenses and approached Anku Enan, the guardian of the Great Library of Tizka, to offer his help.

Ninglu's consciousness locked onto the sixteen "record officers" including San Diego Bergkamp in the camp, sending them thought pulses in a flash.

"Stay close to me and follow the plan to record the special coordinates."

The Shadows of Order maintained Thalema's third state of mind, converging towards the Father of Genes.

Ninglu strode towards the mountains.

As the imposing figure walked past, Carlofis saw, in the shadows behind Lord Nimrod, Lord Saint Diego of the Fifth Legion and Priest Pat.

Four mind servants accompanied San Diego, their anti-psychic circuits flashing, severing their connection with the vast ocean.

Carlofis withdrew his gaze and ran towards the Thousand Sons of the Sixth Society to help them rebuild their mental defenses.

He is the aggressive and swift Carlofis, who will not lag behind the shadow of order.

Nimrod walked out of the camp area under the scarlet canopy and saw that Magnus had reassembled nearly five hundred of the Thousand Sons from various schools.

“Ninlu, the fragile balance has been broken, and we must rebuild it.”

Ninglu gazed at the dark tentacles that enveloped the two psionic titans, which pulsated, infusing their elegant bodies with chaotic power.

One machine per person.

Magnus's eyes rolled red as he suddenly remembered that Nimrod and Saint Gilles had both destroyed Mag Silas's Ghost Knight during the Battle of Sirioret.

Nimrod even became the first person in the Empire to defeat a wizard idol.

Magnus's one eye is burning fiercely.

(End of this chapter)