Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 859 I also obtained a portion of the mysteries of the Internet Dao, although only one ten-thousandth of what you have, but…

Nimrod and Magnus walked into the heart of the mountain range, where the black basalt altar and the dark cave exploded, turning into a giant crater.

He gazed at the black hole, hundreds of meters in diameter, its upper rock walls crystalline and translucent, the same elegant material that made up Titan.

A faint crimson hue is visible within the pale, milky-white vaulted ceiling, where the blood of the Attiri and other Arguru sacrifices seeps and pulsates.

Like the Eldar Titans, this place was also corrupted by chaos, with nine thousand pitch-black, filthy vines spreading out from the deep pit.

Amidst the slippery sound, they surged and spread.

The demonic psionicist, San Diego Bergkamp, ​​walked to the remaining stone platform and stared at one of the runes.

"It is not a Spirit Clan rune."

Hathor Matt, a member of the "Bright Feather School" of the "Thousand Sons," walked to his side and stared at the depiction of a coiled golden snake with silver eyes.

"I sensed stagnation and decay within it, yet I also felt an abundance of vitality."

Nimrod's gaze naturally swept over Hathor, [because of the power I bestowed upon Hathor, he is now more trusted by Magnus.]
He remembered that Magnus only brought Ahriman with him.

“Something is calling…” Ahriman listened to the soft, dreamlike whispers, which contained the fragrance of ecstasy.

Magnus's eyes slid into a deep, dark depth, his pupils dilated to an extreme degree, seemingly filled with the same black tentacles as those around him.

"Focus! Ascend to the tenth level of mental state and block out those voices."

Ahriman and Hathor's consciousness ascended to a higher state of mind, finding peace and tranquility in their inner spiritual abode.

The Shadow of Order also maintained Thelma's third state of mind. San Diego gazed down, where thousands of black tentacles twisted and tumbled, and orange fibers lifted up a naked body.

"Attiri!" Magnus cried out in anguish.

One end of the tentacle wrapped around Attiri's neck like a rope, while the other end encircled his forehead like an obsidian crown.

Propelled by the black tentacles, Attiri's body flew toward Magnus, whose dark eyes resembled two doors.

“Magnus…” she whispered, calling Magnus’s name.

Sensing the penetrating force, Ahriman called out anxiously, "Father."

“I can control it; that’s no secret to me,” Magnus said confidently.

Ninglu shook his head almost imperceptibly; Magnus was still too confident.

He had always had the upper hand in dealing with chaos in the past, and thus underestimated the potential danger.

As Nimrod pondered, Magnus met Attiri's gaze, and a fierce battle began, one that stretched from the heart to the soul.

Attiri lunged forward, his pale, thick bones embracing Magnus tightly, as if they were close brothers.

Beneath his mask, a fierce fire burned within his dark eyes, while the surrounding black tentacles, like giant pythons, launched their attacks.

Ning Lu's eyes flashed with light and shadow. He raised his hand, and his telekinetic power swept around him.

bang bang bang...

Thousands of black tentacles exploded, and thick black blood hissed and evaporated.

Magnus felt the vile power surging from the abyss, writhing and coiling around his body, its tentacles reaching straight for his soul.

He scoffed, for his soul was crafted by the greatest designer in the galaxy.

He wanders among the stars and across the vast ocean, honing his will and mind; how could he be defeated by such crude hands?

With a thought, Magnus channeled biochemical energy into his body, instantly transforming it into a blazing furnace.

Attiri's flesh and blood were instantly burned to ashes.

Magnus gazed into the abyss, raising his hand to gently stroke the smooth skin around his right eye, feeling the familiar etheric vibrations.

He once regained control of his offspring from the clutches of evil shadows deep within the vast ocean.

His father also knew of the existence of those creatures, who were known as the Primal Annihilators.

The emperor had traded with them since ancient times, and Magnus had never directly faced one of them when he traded with him before.

At this moment, he once again felt that ancient, evil shadow, his corrupt energy lurking below.

Magnus opened his Mind's Eye and sensed the billions of paths extending below, a vast network of illusory passages connecting the starry sky.

His eyes darted across the azure sky, and millions of pathways and forks were imprinted in his mind.

My father will be happy to know that I discovered the internet.

He will forgive my transgression...
Magnus's eyes slid to gold; any discovery or achievement of the Great Expedition paled in comparison to the mysteries below.

Without further hesitation, he leaped down.

Hathor glanced at the Black Emperor, then jumped down with Ahriman.

A flash of light appeared in Ning Lu's eyes as his consciousness spread out and struck the shadows of order.

One by one, illusory obsidian eyes rose up and hovered over the "recorders".

Nimrod unearthed some secrets from the mind of the Heraf Source, and combined them with his own abilities to develop new techniques for the Mind's Eye.

Although it is not yet possible to stand in the Origin Space and peer into multi-dimensional reality like the Originators, it is expected that it should be able to perceive marked objects within a specific dimension.

Ninglu sent a thought pulse to the Shadows of Order: "Action! Set the coordinates!"

With that, he flapped his wings and plunged into the colorful etheric storm.

The damaged mountain range suddenly rose from the ground, only to collapse again with a deafening roar.

Suddenly, waves surged from the ground, instantly transforming into a swirling desert.

The vortex of creation and destruction has neither a beginning nor an end.

Ninglu spread his wings and flew through the ever-changing vortex.

He looked around and saw golden threads that stretched through the galactic network like veins.

A labyrinthine network layout, crisscrossing and traversing numerous worlds.

Ning Lu did not consciously seek out the secrets revealed by the network; he simply imprinted the network layout into his mind as he passed through it.

He ignited a fiery passion within his soul, perceiving the direction of the mental imprint within a dimension devoid of physical form.

Ninglu's eyes suddenly narrowed as he sensed a powerful, burning will and the "Recorder" he had marked. As his consciousness locked onto San Diego, an image suddenly flashed within his obsidian eyes.

Hundreds of black tentacles swayed, and ethereal flames surged from all directions.

In the misty fog, tens of thousands of brightly colored demons buzzed and stirred, their claws slashing as they laughed maniacally, their ever-changing fireballs striking the shadows of order.

Ninglu's wings blazed with golden flames as he flew straight toward the shadow of order.

Wherever the golden light passed, the black tentacles were reduced to ashes.

Amidst the colorful smoke, eerie gazes peered out, but dared not approach.

Ninglu arrived at the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

The "Chaos Mentor's" eyes narrowed, and his will shot out like a gun.

A mighty will swept across, causing tens of thousands of demons to scream and howl.

A terrifying will tore them to pieces in an instant.

The vast ocean retreated.

“Father…” The “recorder” witnessed the power of the Father of Genetics, his eyes shining.

Maintaining his third state of mind, he calmed his emotions.

"I have completed your task."

“Very good.” Ning Lu praised, his eyes flashing with light, his telekinetic energy condensing into a shining tray that appeared out of thin air at the “recorder’s” feet.

With a thought, he conjured the tray to spin rapidly, lifting the "recorder" up quickly.

Ning Lu had just seen one "recorder" off when he suddenly sensed the presence of another marked "recorder".

He immediately determined the direction and sped away.

After Ning Lu saw off the three "record officers," his obsidian eyes suddenly flashed.

It seems no coincidence that I am getting further and further away from Magnus.

Did Tzeentch interfere with the "recorders'" positions to prevent me from affecting Magnus?
Ning Lu, lost in thought, did not linger and continued flying toward the fourth "recorder".

Tzeentch's plan can be described as an open scheme; he could not possibly abandon his offspring to go to the other side.

Moreover, Magnus was not in danger; he was enjoying his journey to acquire the "greatest mystery."

As Nimrod searched for his offspring, before Magnus, who had thoroughly explored the mysteries of the Web, the golden veins dissipated, and boundless darkness coalesced.

Countless black spirals coiled and converged, eventually forming a shimmering giant snake with obsidian scales.

His eyes were swirling blue and pink, and a pair of brightly colored wings fluttered on his back.

His wings change into a million colors in every instant.

"Isn't this wonderful?"

The giant serpent shrank to the size of Magnus, coiled around his legs, and crawled upwards.

"No power is greater than mine; I can defeat you."

“Your power is borrowed from elsewhere.” The giant serpent’s enormous body shrank again, becoming the size of Magnus’s arm.

“You are a puppet that has been given life and vitality.” The black snake climbed onto his arm.

"Don't you want to hear what I can offer you?"

“Should I trust you?” Magnus’s single eye gleamed with golden light.

"You're telling nothing but lies."

“No lie can compare to the terrible truth that is about to be revealed.” The black snake dodged Magnus’s outstretched hand.

"You made a deal with me."

"Your fate is now in my hands."

“Don’t try to bluff me,” Magnus said dismissively.

"To save my offspring, I traveled across the vast ocean, and I dismantled and reshaped the threads of destiny."

"My descendants and I have escaped destruction."

"Your petty temptations are meaningless."

"Arrogance!" the black snake hissed as it rapidly grew larger, "Unparalleled conceit!"

"You will be a sweet treat!"

"Enough!" Magnus raised his hand, and the ethereal flames surged and engulfed the black serpent.

"We will meet again soon." The giant serpent's shimmering wings scattered.

The flames consumed the darkness.

Around Magnus, Ahriman and Hathor suddenly appeared, wielding their power field staffs and sweeping their tentacles.

He stretched out his arms, grabbed the two of them, and with a surge of telekinetic energy, he rapidly ascended.

Stepping onto the ground, Magnus saw sixteen Order Shadows standing neatly behind Nimrod.

He paused for a moment, then said, "I have destroyed the dark forces that have taken hold of this world."

Magnus raised his arms, and the Eldar runes on the stone platform at the edge of the rift lit up.

With the infusion of psionic energy, the seal regained its abundant power.

Magnus looked up at Nimrod with his head held high, "What drew me here is no longer here, but I have discovered a priceless treasure."

"Congratulations," Ning Lu said with a smile.

I have also obtained a portion of the secrets of the Internet, though only a fraction of what you have glimpsed.

However, once you intuitively grasp the nodes of the network, it will be easier to master all its mysteries in the future.
Nimrod did not take the same risks as Magnus because he had other options, such as continuing to explore Slau Da's mind.

(End of this chapter)