Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 49 "Awakening Memory"

Wojciech Belik took a deep breath, straightened his red robe, and was about to press the doorbell when the airlock roared, the hatch opened, and Nimrod's low voice was heard.

"Come in."

The middle-aged man with neat short brown hair was stunned for a moment. Considering the king's various powers, it was not surprising that he sensed his arrival.

Gate relationship, Wojciech said respectfully.

"My king, you summoned me."

Nimrod nodded slightly and said, "You have completed the task I assigned to you very well. I have decided to reward you."

"It's my honor to serve you."

Wojciech bowed and said, and just as he finished speaking, he saw the golden potion in the giant's open left palm.

His brown eyes trembled, and after a moment of silence, he picked up the potion and drank it.

After taking the medicine, Wojciech trembled all over and a huge explosion of knowledge occurred in his mind.

After "awakening his memory", he completely recalled all the texts, data and books he had read before, and quickly understood and mastered them.

Wojciech clearly distinguished the difference. In the past, his understanding of knowledge came from the teachings of technical priests, which were religious worship and rituals.

Now, he understands everything he has experienced from a principle perspective, as if he has experienced his life dealing with machinery from a completely new perspective.

When Wojciech selected the polymer to make the waterproof paint, he simply followed the table in the appendix to Chapter 23 of the "Om Messiah Guide" - "Material Guide" - which listed epoxy resins suitable for use in the Cradle of the Sea.

Now he knows that the reason why epoxy resin is the best choice is because this material is a hard, high-molecular chemical material with high strength, high toughness, waterproof and weather-resistant, corrosion-resistant and other characteristics, and is suitable for high-strength and corrosion-resistant seawater environments.

Wojciech, who suffered a subversive shock, was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was floating in the air, and the body wearing the red robe underneath was his own body.

"Do as I say..."

Nimrod's majestic voice sounded, and Wojciech was infected. He subconsciously did what the giant said and gradually calmed down.

After a standard ship hour, Wojciech mastered meditation and returned to normal, but he still hadn't come back to his senses and stared blankly at the giant in front of him.

[How could he have bestowed upon me such power? How could he have done that? Could he be the incarnation of the Om Messiah?]
He was silent for more than ten seconds before speaking.

"My king, thank you for your gift. I will definitely use the power you bestow upon me to serve you."

Nimrod sensed Wojciech's emotional ups and downs and knew that he would need some time to adapt to the changes in the world, so he would give him time to adjust.

"Go back and rest. Later, I want you to decipher the secrets of this data crystal."

Ninglu spread out his right hand, revealing in his palm a crystal clear cylinder that was artificially processed to be extremely regular, twelve centimeters long and five centimeters in diameter.

The Flao people, who are well versed in the mysteries of ether, use crystal as their main medium for storing knowledge and other information.

While Nimrod was beginning his research, he also wanted to let the "Generalist" give it a try.

"Yes, my king."

Wojciech carefully took the data crystal, his spirits rising. He was more accustomed to technical work than pondering whether Nimrod was the incarnation of the Messiah of Om.

After Wojciech left, Ningluo also took out a data crystal and began to study it.

At the same time, the Khanty-Mansi Dome in Tezvok.

An old man in a blue robe, with a hunched body and a chest that suddenly bent upward, raised his left claw like an eagle.

He squeezed hard, and the foreman, who was rushing over with a wrench in his hand from several meters away, immediately felt his throat being strangled by an invisible big hand.

"I never thought that you, the scum of the Lower Nest, would actually sacrifice yourself for a Upper Nester who oppresses you."

The bald foreman shouted intermittently: "Protect... Howard... sir."

The workers in the scorched workshop rushed forward, waving the steel pipes in their hands.

The "Arbitrator's" infectious charm has won the hearts of the workers. They are now not here for food, but for their leader. "It's amazing!"

The old man in blue robe exclaimed in amazement as the vulture's claws rubbed its tentacles that were swaying like snakes.

"Howard Fender, I admire your qualities, and I will give you a chance."

"Worship the God of Wisdom and join the cause of enlightenment."

His ears twitched, listening for a sound coming from nowhere.

"Yes, join us, you will achieve great things."

"I can tell you, don't count on your men."

Howard was stunned for a moment when he saw the bald foreman fall down. The simple joy he felt when he took the tuna and water flashed through his mind.

Now he charged forward to protect himself, armed with a wrench that wasn't much of a weapon, and attacked the terrifying enemy who had killed the captain of the guard.

He also saw that the workers in the dome fell one by one under the attack of the mutants, but no one retreated, and he understood.

[This is the power that my Lord speaks of!]
But Howard also knew that fighting spirit could not make up for the gap in strength, and the wizard on the opposite side was too terrifying.

The order he issued to summon the men of the Fifth Regiment gave them enough time to run back and forth several times, but they still haven't appeared. They must have encountered obstacles.

[I must kill the psychic wizard!]
Howard raised his arm and pointed the heavy lumberjack at the wizard.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and a dense barrage of bullets covered the wizard's body.

"Stupid choice."

The wizard raised his staff, and telekinesis burst out, forming an invisible force field in front of him.

The hail of bullets suddenly stopped, and then changed direction in the air under the control of "mechanical influence".

The wizard swung his sword again, and bullets flew out. The only four remaining guards of the Finder family fell in a pool of blood.

The bullet hit the fine power armor, making a dull thud, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Howard noticed that there were several bullet holes of varying depths on the chest armor.

He released his heavy lumbering gun, swung the drill, and charged at the wizard.

The blue-robed psychic shook his head, raised his left claw, and the rotating and roaring drill stopped when it was still an arm's length away from him.

His colorful pupils were filled with amusement as he looked at the foolish noble in front of him.

The blue-robed psychic was stunned. He could not see any despair in Howard's blue eyes.

The next moment, he felt his right arm, which was holding the staff, being tightly grasped.

Howard successfully bewitched the wizard, and just when he thought he had won, the Arbitrator attacked and grabbed the wizard's arm.

The blue-robed psychic was horrified. He raised his left claw and tried to use telekinesis to blow the blond noble away, but the "Arbitrator" was faster. When Howard grabbed the wizard's arm, he pulled it hard into his arms.

The blue-robed psyker lost his balance, the spell failed, and his neck was locked tightly by the "Arbitrator".

"I sentence you to death!"

Howard's tone was grim, and he exerted force with his arms.

With a crisp sound, the wizard's head was twisted off.

The blond noble raised his arm and pressed the drill hard on the back of the wizard's head.

After a moment, after confirming the wizard's death, the "Arbitrator" released his arms and threw the body down.

At the same time, Howard felt as if something in his body was dissolving and merging with his own spirit.

(End of this chapter)