Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 116: The Knight King Facing the Horrible Soul Pressure of the Primarch
Campbell did not sit on his mechanical throne, but he did not go down to the ground either. He stood in the knight mecha, looking down at the approaching black-armored giant.

Seeing him stop and look up at her.

Campbell, dressed in a green knight's uniform, looked at Nimrod with a gleam in his dark brown eyes.

Trained as a knight since childhood, with a will as strong as steel, even the heroic spirits of his ancestors in the Mechanical Throne cannot be affected by him, he wants to make a deep impression on the Primarch.

The next moment, his body trembled slightly and his brain fell into a moment of dizziness. The antelope milk he drank and the yak meat he ate in the morning churned in his stomach.

The Primarchs rarely allow their powerful souls to be displayed outwardly. Such a power beyond the mortal world is difficult for ordinary people to bear, and both their body and mind will face a huge test.

As an extraordinary being, he is increasingly able to restrain this power within his body so that it does not affect mortals.

But at this moment, he loosened his shackles and revealed his hidden side.

Even Arsene, who was used to being with Nimrod, couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Campbell's face turned pale. He turned his head and looked away, thankful that the knights of his family would not spy on his situation.

After a few seconds, he decided to speak, otherwise the knights would cast prying glances at him because the conversation was taking too long.

Campbell, with amazing willpower, kept his tone normal.

"Campbell, Knight King of the Wixtrix Family, the ruling family of the Daxos Twin Star System, welcomes you."

The Primarch gathered his powerful soul and spoke.

"Lord Nimrod, Primarch of the 11th Legion."

He did not give a lengthy self-introduction like Campbell did, nor did he give himself titles such as the Ruler of Vostronia and the Conqueror of Persephone, but simply stated it briefly.

The knights and servants of House Vixtrix all felt a sense of power in the simple words.

Coincident with the lingering shadow of terror in their minds, they even felt that Nimrod was taller than the knight mecha.

Campbell realized that the mechanical throne could help him. He ignored the aristocratic etiquette inherited from his ancestors, sat down on the mechanical throne, and quickly coupled with the neural socket.

When the noisy voices of the heroic spirits of his ancestors rang in his mind, he no longer felt irritated like before, but instead felt an unfamiliar sense of security.

"Campbell, don't be afraid, Grandpa is watching you."

"Campbell, be strong. You are the Knight King of the Vixtrix family, and you are my offspring. Grandpa doesn't want to see you pee your pants out of fear."

"..."

Campbell's newly awakened goodwill quickly disappeared, and his anger rose.

"Shut up!"

He almost blurted out the words, but luckily he bit his lips tightly before opening his mouth.

Campbell felt his anger dispel his fear; these old guys always helped him in such an infuriating way.

He is not a child, he is the Knight King, he does not need help.

Campbell raised his head stubbornly and looked at Nimrod.

"Nimrod, welcome. If you are visiting my territory, then I welcome you."

"If you are as disrespectful as your genetic offspring and expect me to submit to you, that is absolutely impossible."

"Vixtrix rightfully possesses the ancient territories and armaments!"

He said loudly, he no longer felt pressure from Nimrod, he had defeated himself, he said in a resolute tone.

"Vixtrix serves only the God of All Things, I will only serve Mars!"

Nimrod chuckled and looked at Campbell.

"No, you will surrender," he emphasized, "to me."

A noisy voice echoed in the Knight King's mind, his ancestors provoking him in their own way.

"Campbell, kick his ass, who does he think he is?"

"Campbell, you must teach him a lesson. This is your duty as the Knight King."

"..."

This time Campbell agreed with his predecessors. He had to teach Nimrod a lesson, so he spoke in a provocative tone.

"If you want me to submit to you, you must fight me in an honor duel in the way of a knight." The Primarch looked at the Knight Mech, the multi-barreled machine gun on his mechanical right arm, and the thunder gauntlet on his left arm, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

[It's been a while since I last participated in an event. It's a good activity target.]
Nimrod smiled slightly and said, "Okay, let's start now."

Campbell was silent. He didn't think he would lose. The Daxos Glory was the most powerful knight mecha. Only the legendary divine machine could defeat him.

But the ease that Nimrod showed and the terrifying pressure that had been left on him still lingered in his mind.

He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of unease. Could it be that he really couldn't defeat the so-called Primarch?

Campbell didn't want to believe it, but he didn't want to take any chances.

After pondering for a few seconds, the Knight King devised a surefire way to win.

"No, the honor duel I'm talking about consists of three."

"I will surrender to you only if you win two games."

Nimrod spoke confidently without hesitation.

"Well, I hope you still retain the honor of a noble, the dignity of a knight, and keep your promise."

"Of course, I will never break my promise."

"So, what do you want to compete in?"

Campbell decided to employ a strategy that would ensure his victory.

"Vixtrix is ​​a family of knights, and the Knight Mechs are our companions."

"If you want to convince me, you must demonstrate your ability to awaken the Knight Mech."

"For the first duel, I will send out my Relic Protectors, and you will also send out your men to simultaneously awaken the two damaged Knight Mechs that have fallen into dormancy. The one that can maintain action the longest will be the winner."

As the Knight King finished speaking, a noisy voice echoed in his mind, and several heroic spirits loudly refuted him.

"No, we can't do that. It goes against the spirit of fairness of chivalry."

"It's unfair that the Relic Guardians are more familiar with Knight Mechs than their own people."

"Unless they are sages of the Adeptus Mechanicus, no one can surpass the Relic Protector in this respect."

At the same time, there are opposing voices supporting Campbell.

“In a best-of-three tiebreaker, winning gives you a huge advantage.”

"We are knights, but more importantly, we are nobles. This is the nobles' winning strategy, taking advantage."

"Yes, even if this slightly conflicts with the Knight's Code, Campbell is the Knight King and can ignore those doctrines."

Yes, this is the strategy of the nobles.

Campbell stared at Nimrod, wondering if he would accept the challenge.

"can."

Nimrod turned his head and looked at the "One Who Knows Everything".

"Gabriel, I leave it to you."

Campbell looked at the Techmarine, who looked only slightly closer to the Om Messiah than the other black-armored warriors. He had a servo-arm behind him, but that was all.

His level of sanctification is not as high as that of the Holy Relic Protector, who is in the presence of Vixtrix.

"follow me."

He said into the communicator as the cockpit door closed.

"Thor, prepare two damaged Knight mechas."

"You will represent me in a duel of honor against the Astartes. The task is to repair the knight's mecha."

"You have to win."

After a moment, a mechanical synthesized voice came from the communicator.

"Knight King, as you wish."

(End of this chapter)