Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 861 Ning Lu was indeed helpless; his knowledge of the vast ocean's mysteries was far less than mine.

The Shadow of Reigns, Primarch Office.

Hathor Matt, with a psionic dragon perched on his shoulder, awoke from his dream and the newly minted "Dreamwalker" bowed to the Black Emperor.

"Thank you for your blessings. I will continue to carry out your will and serve you."

The head of the "Bright Feather School" temple, seeing the Black Emperor's chiseled chin lightly tap, instinctively imitated him, sculpting his own chin.

“My lord, the Father of Genes did not mention what secrets he had obtained in Argos at the First Council.”

"He simply shared some insights about navigating the vast ocean with us, which were more fascinating than anything he had done in the past."

Hathor subtly reminded the Black Emperor that he never doubted the Black Emperor's power.

But since he was following the Father of Genes by divine decree, he naturally had to report all the important information to the Black Emperor.

"I understand," Ning Lu said calmly, not fixated on the outcome of the subspace travel contest.

[The "travelers" like San Diego should have gained quite a bit from Magnus's company.]
Nimrod and Magnus exchanged observers, and Hathor, who had been seconded to the "Shadow of Order," naturally became the representative of the "Thousand Sons."

Ninglu chose the "travelers".

drop by drop...

A buzzing sound came from the communication bead in his right ear. He raised his hand to press it, and then he heard the voice of Arsène Dunn.

"My lord, the ships have arrived at Mandeville."

"Chief Navigator Ms. Wieschel reiterated her concerns about Your personal command of the subspace voyage, and I reassured her."

“Miss Viva is very excited. She is eager to write the glorious chapter of your contest with Lord Magnus as the conclusion of your biography. To this end, she hopes to obtain permission to interview Ms. Vischer in order to understand what happened.”

After listening to the Primarch's attendant's report, Ninglu smiled and said...

"It is up to Vischer to decide whether to convey her request."

After he finished speaking, he rose from his throne and strode onto the bridge.

Ninglu did not sit on the command throne as usual, but instead sat on the control panel belonging to the shadow of order.

Captain Diana Pauline remained composed even as she saw the Primarch's massive body confined to his seat.

Lord Nimrod's combat strength far surpasses that of Lord Magnus, but Magnus has a better understanding of the warp...
As Diana worries about Lord Nimrod, the Shadow of Thrones leaps into the supernatural world.

The Primogen's eyes flickered with light and shadow, and his field of vision rapidly increased.

The shadows extend, outlining the royal shadow ship enveloped in light.

Looking down at the Royal Shadow, it appears as a narrow point of light weaving through thick shadows.

His pupils contracted slightly, flashing as they swept across the thick shadows.

suddenly!
As the light swept across, the shadows resembled wet paint, scattering countless stars.

As Ninglu's thoughts flashed by, a star rapidly drew closer.

His vision suddenly changed, and a world covered in ice and snow came into view.

Hundreds of starships shuttled back and forth.

Food, weapons, and other supplies were transported down to the bottom level via the space elevator.

The Valhalla rose from the ice and snow and stepped into the void.

Ning Lu pulled himself out of his reverie, and the Ulanuo star map he had been studying flashed through his mind.

Using a star map as a guide, he matched the stars in his mind with the stars he saw in his own subspace imagery.

Ninglu's consciousness lit up stars one by one in the thick shadows.

Just as the search came to an end, a golden light suddenly burst into his world.

Roar!
Countless roars converged within the green mist.

嚎！
An elegant wolf howl rang out.

found it.

Ninglu cast a golden light, which adhered to the planet surging with towering red light.

He opened his spiritual eye to feel and discern the connection with the golden light.

Two streams of light shot out simultaneously from between the golden light spot and itself.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
The streaks of light were attracted to each other and pulled closer together as they flew.

The flight path is not a relatively straight line, but rather a series of curves and jumps.

Sometimes it leaps up like a rainbow, and then suddenly spins and falls.

Ning Lu watched as the two streaks of light collided, weaving a shimmering path.

Every psyker, including every navigator, has a different understanding of the warp, that is, a different image of the warp. Lane Aljonsen is the forest, Conrad Coz is the river, Kovacs Corax is the shadow…

No navigator star map drawn by someone else can be used directly; it must be redrawn according to one's own understanding using subspace imagery.

"Phew!" He let out a soft breath.

[After numerous divinations and warp voyages, and further insights gained in Argos, I have become a qualified navigator.]
Suddenly, Ninglu recalled the scenes of his travels to and from the Crystal Illusion Star System before returning to the Empire.

[Now, retracing the route would be much easier.]
Ning Lu clearly distinguished the difference; at that time, he had not yet clearly understood his own subspace imagery.

In the subspace, one can only rely on instinct and luck.

Now, he can not only clearly grasp the main points, but also sketch out the picture from both sides, greatly shortening the time.

As the Primarch pondered, a portion of his consciousness returned to his body. He picked up the stylus and drew a curve on the screen.

Diana watched as a bright line rose before her. [Lord Nimrod did it!]
She immediately relayed the instructions to the team led by the helmsman.

The flagship of the "Thousand Sons", the Futep.

Magnus's colorful eyes turned blue as he gazed at the ellipsoids floating in the vast ocean.

A smile played on his lips, and his eyes gleamed gold.

Magnus, beaming with a smile, sketched a path as sharp as a knife.

The "travelers," including the demonic psionicist San Diego Bergkamp, ​​were permitted to stand around the data relief pillars.

They stared at the runes that suddenly appeared and the flashing data.

San Diego first sketched out the route in his mind, then suddenly turned his head to look at the crimson giant covered in golden armor.

Magnus's planned route resembles two cars traveling side by side on a highway, with one car suddenly cutting in front of the other.

The aftershocks and interference generated by ships like the Fateh as they pass through subspace will affect the fleet of the Shadow of the Throne.

[Showing off?] San Diego thought uncertainly, when suddenly he saw Magnus turn around, his eyes shining with a dazzling golden light.

San Diego withdrew his gaze, no longer focusing on the skill displayed by Magnus, and instead paid some attention to the subspace navigation status reported by the ether reader.

Magnus glanced at the taut body of San Diego. Although he would not share the secrets of the Web with Nimrod, he could show him and his offspring some of the secrets of warp travel.

Unparalleled skill surpassing any navigator, true art.

Magnus's eyes flickered as his gaze returned to the vast ocean.

The crimson ship rose from the sea, tracing perfect, rainbow-like trails, before crashing perfectly in front of the black ship.

Waves of ether rippled and splashed.

Every splash of water unfolds according to Magnus's calculations and his will.

sudden!
The flowing ocean current suddenly froze.

The black ship came to a standstill.

Magnus's lips curled into a smug smile.

On the Shadow of Royal Power, Ninglu's brows furrowed.

The light was cut off by the passing crimson ship, and the path to Ulano disappeared.

His eyes flickered as he tried to redraw a path of light to Ulanno.

After a moment, Ninglu gave up in despair.

[My current capability limit is that I can only perform subspace navigation in a relatively stable subspace environment.]

If a "destructive storm" or similar powerful interference occurs, it cannot be completed.

But I'm not without options; even without the Tuchucha engine, I have a way.
Ninglu stood up while pondering, and smiled slightly at Diana and the others who were looking at him with concern.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

On the bridge of the USS Fortep, Magnus gazes at the stranded "Shadow of Order" fleet.

[Ninglu was indeed helpless; his knowledge of the vast ocean's mysteries was far less than mine.]
He glanced at the hanging Tizka bell and addressed the temple chiefs, including Ahriman, who stood around him.

"Nine hours later, I will share the secrets with Ninglu to help his fleet set sail again."

Ahriman and the others bowed down in unison, then turned and left.

Carlofis, the temple chief of the "Fire Phoenix School," gently stroked the back of the psionic dragon given to him by Lord Nimrod.

Images of Argos flashed through his mind: Lord Nimrod's warm, large hand, his authoritative and powerful voice...

Carlofis, the company commander of the Sixth Society of the "Thousand Sons," frowned slightly.

A surge of anger rose in San Diego's eyes as he stared at the data pillars, his brain working at its limit.

(End of this chapter)