Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 110: Nimrod's Subspace Imagery, the Mental Storm That Shocked the Thousand Sons

Nimrod noticed the gray spheres, which resembled strange fruits.

There were some signs of activity inside, as if something was twisting lazily, it was a young Yogal.

As soon as he looked at the egg tree, he sensed several huge aliens rushing towards this direction.

A low rumbling sound spread through the sand underfoot, like the crackling of breaking bones. The surrounding trees began to shake and bend, and the leaves at the top began to flutter and fall.

Five giant monsters as tall as Titans passed through the egg trees and pounced on Nimrod.

While a typical adult Yogal is only slightly taller than a Primarch, a Yogal Enhancer can be ten times larger.

His appearance was similar to the basic form of the Yogal, only magnified ten times, their height reaching the treetops, seemingly a combination of scales, flesh, and metal.

The bodies of the Yogal enhancers are obviously different, and the original forms in the glass balls on their bodies have completely disappeared.

They have no arms, but instead have twisting gray steel tentacles growing from the armpits of their upper bodies.

Some tentacles coiled around and clung to the chest of the Yogal Enhancer, while others lashed out like protruding venomous snakes...

One hundred and thirty-two honor guards selected from twelve chapters raised their bolters.

A storm of bullets covered the Yogar Enhancer, and oil splashed everywhere.

The Yogal Enhancers had vitality that matched their huge bodies, and they did not fall.

Their metal tentacles lashed out, their sharp tips tearing through grass and roots, cutting furrows in the earth.

A member of the Honor Guard was knocked flying, tumbling and crashing against the trunk of an egg tree.

"Hey guys, I'll give you some explosives."

Ningluo pressed the speed selector of the grenade launcher and switched it to full-automatic shooting.

He shouted loudly, raised his silver fists, and his spiritual energy was rapidly consumed.

The effect of spiritual consumption was obvious. The explosive bombs with the "bribe·weakening" effect penetrated the metal body of the Yogal Enhancer like a sharp knife cutting through straw.

The Primarch unleashed his bombs at a speed far exceeding that of his offspring.

His superhuman control allowed each bomb to accurately hit the joints of the Yogal Enhancer.

Although the aliens' metal bodies are as big as the Titans, they do not have void shields, and their metal bodies cannot be compared with the divine machines.

The steel tentacles of the Yogal Enhancers broke into pieces, and their metal joints were torn apart by the explosion.

The Primarch's aiming and shooting were completed almost in an instant, swift and powerful, and contained the ultimate beauty of killing.

The members of the Honor Guard, even in the heat of battle, can feel the Primarch's heroic fighting spirit in their relaxed and skillful postures.

Rumble.

With a loud bang, five titan-sized Yogal enhancers were smashed into a pool of scattered metal parts.

After a few seconds of silence, the Order Shadows of the Honor Guard came back to their senses from the "killing movie" shot by the Father of Genes himself. Their superhuman memory engraved that scene in their minds, leaving it for them to savor later.

Just as they were enjoying the beauty they were witnessing amid the flying metal debris, the entire forest began to shake.

The liquid splashed by the dead Yogal enhancer was quickly absorbed by the tree roots, and strange noises filled the "forest".

The members of the Honor Guard were keenly aware of the sudden change in the air.

The air grew greasy and slick, and their skin felt a sudden itching sensation mixed with the sharp smell of ozone.

Several of the Order Shadows simultaneously shouted in the company communication channel: "Psionic power."

The word stirred up a storm, and all the yellow Yogal eggs shook, colliding violently in the air.

Two or three eggs collided with each other, and a sound like eggshells breaking was heard, and the Yogal cubs twisted and blended together.

Suddenly, countless conjoined twins appeared in the air. They were two or three alien deformed forms.

Their skulls were enormous, swollen with four or six distinct chambers, quite different from the typical oval heads of the Yogals.

Their legs and arms twitched, and their milky white eyes turned and narrowed, looking at the members of the Honor Guard.

The voices of the Aberrations echoed in the hearts of every Shadow of Order: "Astartes, you are so confident in justice, yet so afraid of a crack in your own spirit."

"The end is near! We have seen tomorrow. So shall you. All your worship will wither, and all things will..."

At this moment, the Primarch's eyes gleamed. [You are merely the main ingredient of the potion!]
As his mind moved, light and shadow appeared in his eyes, which was his image of the subspace.

It was his perception of the Warp, the flashes of vision that appeared when he used his psychic powers.

By mastering one's own warp imagery, one can better utilize the immense power of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Although he had occasionally complained in his previous life that the warp was nothing but a cesspool, he was a sane person and would not feed himself shit when using psychic powers.

Putting aside those complaints, his understanding of the subspace is closer to that of Iskandar Kayan, who practices both physical and magical skills and follows Long Aotian's script.

Kayan's understanding of the Warp is that "the Chaos Realm will satisfy you unconditionally, but the way it is done may be slightly different from what you imagine."

What the weak-minded mortals saw were illusions that made them indulge in false and deadly illusions; powerful beings like Horus and Abaddon were powers blessed by the Four Hawkers themselves.

Funny enough, if your plans fail, as they almost certainly will, the Warp will mock you mercilessly, giving you a fitting nickname like "The Carrion Throne."

Likewise, demons also have polarities; they are not always twisted and evil, insidious and changeable.

The first possessed warrior, Ager Ta, and the demon Ram who possessed him can be called true brothers.

The "Guardian Spirits" that the Thousand Sons are about to master and summon are not all tricks of Tzeentch. Some of them are loyal to their masters until death, and they will not change even if the pyramid is shattered and bathed in the blood rain of regret of the Sorcerer Star Magnus.

The two sides of the subspace are like the light and shadow sides of order.

Nimrod's light and shadow swirled, intertwined, and twisted together, stirring up a spiritual storm that soared into the sky.

The entire "forest", the entire cylindrical world, and all life felt the tremendous power.

In the incubation room, all the Yogal cub mutants who faced the mental shock had their minds destroyed instantly and died soon after.

Their bodies fell from the sky like drifting catkins.

At the same time, on the Yogal World Ship, every sensitive Order Shadow sensed the tremendous power, and they also sensed that the mind-shaking aftermath came from the Father of Genes.

The Thousand Sons, who were sensitive to psychic energy, also felt the tremendous psychic storm at this moment.

Apophis is using his psychic power to connect the minds of the ninety-nine Thousand Sons into one whole.

Azek Ahriman foresaw the attack of the Yogal people, Apophis unified and coordinated and completed real-time information sharing, and Ormuzd released psychic lightning to tear the aliens apart.

The protective force field blocked the incoming electric arc, and the flames burned Yogal's metal body.

The Thousand Sons' efficient killing involuntarily stopped the moment they sensed the psychic storm.

In the mind link, Ormuzd sent a thought pulse in amazement and excitement.

"What a powerful force! Has our battle brother awakened?"

Azek's eyes flickered, and he rejected his twin brothers' idea.

"I saw a huge figure in the waves. It was impossible to look directly at it."

"I think it is not our brother, but the Primarch."

"Besides, not even Apophis could create such a powerful psychic storm."

Apophis admitted frankly, "It's impossible for me to possess such powerful psychic strength. He must be the Primarch of the 11th Legion."

"I think only our genetic father has a power that can rival this."

As the Thousand Sons marveled at the Primarch's psychic might, Nimrod gathered his strength, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

He turned on the communicator and sent a message to Malena Scala.

"Put aside your work for a moment. There are mysteries on the alien warship that are worth studying."

The biochemical technology of the Yogal people will be of great reference value to the subsequent Sequence 6 "Biologist" and Sequence 4 "Life Alchemist" of the "Physician".

After a moment, Malena's magnetic voice sounded.

"Sir, I'll go right away."

Nimrod hung up the communication and gave orders to the honor guard.

"Establish a security perimeter in the incubation room. No one is allowed to approach without my order."

He began to reap the spoils.

(End of this chapter)