Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 876 Horus: Nimrod, you beat me to it in my area of ​​expertise, decapitation.

The human eye is very easy to fool.

Kovacs Colax discovered this truth in his youth in the prison of Lycaea, and he became more convinced of it after watching the enemy's high command discuss how to defeat and kill him time and time again.

It is still the same now.

The Blind King's elite troops were unaware that he had ventured alone into enemy territory; they were desperately resisting the attack of the "Shadow of Order" honor guard.

As Corax's claws climbed to the top of Merseyside's tallest hive tower, he suddenly felt the tower tremble violently, and he looked back down.

To the lower right, two and a half miles in a straight line, the siren's claws slammed down there.

As the smoke cleared, Horus's white cloak billowed into the air.

He raised his Stormblaster and roared as he opened fire, taking the lives of guards one by one and instantly opening a path through the enemy ranks.

Horus descends and beheads the leader of the blind king.
As Corax pondered, his gaze shifted to the lower left.

[Where is Ninglu?]
Kolac's dark eyes suddenly twitched, and Nimrod, three kilometers away, suddenly disappeared.

His dark eyes swept rapidly across the towering "Shadow of Order" standard-bearer, taking in the ground area between him and the hive tower.

No.

Ninglu without black armor and golden wings.

As Corax was searching, a gust of wind suddenly swept past his ear, and a golden light flashed into the corner of his eye.

With a flap of his steel wings, he glided away from the nest tower.

Kolac looked up and saw the burning golden "sun" rising rapidly, instantly surpassing a third of the tower's height.

Ninglu!

As the Corax retracted its steel wings and landed back on the outer wall of the nest tower, it suddenly sensed something and turned its head to look.

Pure white wings swept past, interspersed with a touch of pearly white.

Saint Gilles, with his right arm around Horus, ascended rapidly.

Suddenly, the jet nozzles of the Corax flight backpack spewed out air, the steel wings unfurled, and it propelled him upwards at high speed.

The Lord of Ravens no longer hid in the shadows, but soared rapidly through the air currents.

His dark eyes gazed at the sky, his superhuman vision taking in the gold and white.

Saint Gilles, with Horus, was about one-fifth faster than me.

Nimrod… he’s fifty percent faster than Saint Gilles… no, his golden wings are burning, he’s getting faster and faster, now sixty percent faster…
Saint Gilles's pure white wings were fully spread, and he supported his friend Horus's body with his left arm.

He had promised the war commander that he was the war commander's advisor and that he would do his best.

The feathers fluttered, but the golden flames rose higher and higher.

"Ning Lu flies faster than me."

The airflow rushed straight to Horus's smooth head, slamming into his wide-open eyes.

His eyes darkened for a moment, then brightened again.

"We cannot allow him to venture deep into enemy territory alone."

Horus's answer was not what Saint Gilles had expected; once the archer had his sights on his target, he would not give up easily.

Horus longed to behead local leaders in every battle he participated in, and it was this ambition that enabled him to do so in Ulanor, where he killed Urak Gorg, the greatest orc warlord in the galaxy.

Nimrod may reach the top of the tower first, but he might be blocked by the elite guards, giving Horus another chance.

As Saint Gilles pondered, a booming sound emanated from above.

Hundreds of missiles launched from the top of the tower, all guided by the observation array of the astronomical instrument, and flew toward the golden fireball.

Amidst the deafening explosion, the sky was set ablaze, and a scorching blast wave carrying missile fragments crashed down.

Saint Gilles did not dodge; he would not let go of the opportunity to help his friend achieve his goal.

Its pure white wings rose and closed above its head.

call!
The scorching hot liquid that rolled by burned the four pairs of feathers that had been folded together to ashes, leaving more than a dozen feathers charred black.

The charred feathers pierced through the flames, and as Saint Gilles spread his wings, parting the fiery currents, a sudden image flashed through his mind:
A figure in black armor with golden wings crashed through a stained-glass window.

boom!
Ning Lu withdrew his golden flames and crashed into the top floor.

His combat boots slammed onto the marble floor tiles, and his obsidian eyes swept across the area.

The top floor is generally disc-shaped, with a ring of bronze thrones arranged like a clock, inlaid with sparkling crystals.

In the center stands a throne three times the size of the one surrounding the bronze throne, its back adorned with twelve crystals.

All thirteen thrones were empty, and five corpses dressed in fine robes lay on the floor inside the hall.

With a flash of light in his Gene Eyes, he instantly locked onto the eight parasites that had not been abandoned, as well as the sixteen blind kings in his eyes.

Almost simultaneously, he also locked onto nine transparent insects, their bodies wreathed in yellow-green patterns, which flew toward the nobleman.

There is one more thing.

As the Primarch surveyed the top floor with its "subspace vision," it also noticed three figures rapidly approaching from outside the hive tower. One figure was sharp as an arrow, howling like a wolf.

Another figure nearby, shining with holiness, was shrouded in deep darkness.

The last one is jet black, flowing gracefully and lightly.

Ninglu felt the howling of wolves soar into the sky and rush towards him.

Eight crowned parasites brandished golden scepters at Ninglu: "Heretic! Kill him!"

As the guards raised their weapons, aiming at Nimrod, the "Chaos Mentor" spoke in a deep voice in Dunn: "Follow the blind king, betray humanity!"

The guards seemed to have been struck by lightning out of nowhere, their bodies charred and falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

The "Words of Order" from the "Mentor of Chaos" continue to pronounce judgment: "The Blind King, parasitizing humanity, wreaks havoc across the entire star cluster!"

bang bang bang...

The eyes of the eight parasites exploded, and sixteen transparent worms floated weakly out of their eye sockets.

The blind king, who was trying to escape by sneaking into the eyes of the nobles, froze instantly, suspended in mid-air.

The leader of the Blind King, who had been lurking without a trace, suddenly burst into Ninglu's sight.

The Primarch's eyes flashed, and its telekinetic powers spread out.

He raised his right hand, and twenty-six transparent insects covered with yellow-green stripes flew into his palm.

The black mist appeared silently and then vanished in an instant; the twenty-six blind kings disappeared into thin air.

After sending the blind king to the "Land of Chaos," Nimrod turned to face the place where the wall had been breached.

one two three.

Three breaths later, Saint Gilles and Horus landed on the roof.

Horus looked around and saw that the ground was littered with corpses; not a single one was alive.

He stared into Ninglu's obsidian eyes.

The third time.

He missed the chance to behead the enemy three times, but Ninglu managed to take the decapitation away each time.

On his first trip to the Ape Man Galaxy, he was tasked with instructing Nimrod.

At that time, Ning Lu's most impressive feat was that one punch, which was difficult to replicate.

The second time was in Druen, where Nimrod, with his unwavering will, was the first to break free from the mind control of the multi-tentacle alien.

This is the third time... Is it simply because Saint Gilles flies slower than Nimrod?
He killed all the rebels in almost an instant. Was it psychic power?

As Horus pondered, a crackling sound rang out from his right.

He turned his head and saw Corax's lightning claws tearing through the wall and climbing up.

[I didn't even sense Korax's presence... Nimrod's killing of the rebel leader threw me into disarray, causing me to lose sight of my surroundings.]
As Horus was reflecting on himself, Corax walked past him.

"Ning Lu, congratulations on being the first to kill the rebel leader and end the riot."

Ninglu flapped his golden wings and said with a smile.

"I can fly faster."

“No…” Corax turned his body, facing both Nimrod and Horus.

"Your achievements are well-deserved. You killed the aliens and brought peace to one hundred worlds in the Akum-Sothos Cluster."

As he spoke, he faced Horus, a smile playing on his lips.

"You have completed the War General's orders."

Kolac chuckled and strode past Horus, disappearing into the night.

Saint Gilles looked at Nimrod's golden wings, nodded to him, and then turned to his friend beside him.

"Horus, you led the suppression of the rebellion."

Horus laughed heartily, "Saint Gilles, are you worried that I'll be discouraged because I didn't behead the enemy?"

"I won't be defeated by such a trivial matter!"

He looked into Nimrod's obsidian eyes. "Kolax is right, Nimrod, you are the greatest hero in suppressing the rebellion in the Akum-Sothoth Cluster."

“You even beat me to the punch in my area of ​​expertise, decapitation.”

"This was a wake-up call for me, reminding me that I should not bid farewell to my battlefield glory by donning the crown of a war commander."

Horus's eyes shone brightly. "I am the commander, but I am also a warrior."

"Sometimes, I still have to rely on my fists to win glory."

Saint Gilles glanced at Nimrod again, then gave a relaxed smile.

"Horus, my brother, you have finally relieved yourself of the heavy burden that the Warmaster brought you."

(End of this chapter)