Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 52: The Trickster

Kivio-2 walked up to Nimrod and spoke.

"On behalf of all the altars of Vostronia, I agree to your request. We will support you in becoming the king of Vostronia."

"Please act immediately to cleanse this blasphemous heresy."

Rosicky and Wojciech looked at each other in surprise. It was unbelievable that the sage would accept Nimrod's request.

After being shocked, they thought calmly and realized that Kivio-2 had no choice.

The Mechanicus's guards and many families in the hive city suffered heavy losses in the battle with the aliens. Vostroya did not have the legendary divine machines, and there was really no better way to deal with the sudden outbreak of heresy.

If Nimrod's conditions were not agreed to, Vostronia would suffer a catastrophe.

The sage thought more about it. Piyantek's fall and Kapustka made him lose confidence in these royal families.

He worked the datapad as quickly as he could, swearing in Technospeak and Vostroyan Low Gothic, and stamping his electronic signature with a mechanical tentacle.

After inspecting it, Nimrod nodded with satisfaction.

"As you wish, I will go there immediately."

After Nimrod finished speaking, he strode out, and Maria and others hurriedly followed.

Jorginho, who was waiting, quickly organized his men to catch up with the giant.

After the team walked for several kilometers, they encountered a group of Tzaanhorn beasts.

A team of less than a hundred people rushed towards thousands of monsters, but no one was afraid at all.

They saw that the following king Nimrod rushed into the group of monsters first. With one charge, dozens of bird-like beasts were cut in half and hundreds were thrown out.

Jorginho shouted: “Attack!”

He first pulled the trigger on the Vostroyan laser spear that he had replaced during the voyage, shot it in the monster's right eye, and the beam pierced through the bird-like beast's head.

This gun is really powerful, much better than the ones I used to trade for seafood.
Piyantek killed the fleeing king's private army with one sword, and then saw the unstoppable giant.

His head was buzzing, and the whispers in his ears echoed in his mind as his body was pulled by pain during the sacred ceremony.

"Piatek Świdrski, I grant you enlightenment, and you have attained the noble form of wisdom."

"You will undertake the sacred mission I have entrusted to you. Go!"

"Use the power I gave you to prove yourself and attack him!"

The figure shown to him by the God of Wisdom overlapped with the figure of the giant.

Piyantek's body trembled as he remembered the words of the God of Wisdom.

"Use the sharp blade in your hand to cut his skin and make him bleed!"

"Let him bleed, and you will be promoted and serve me forever!"

Piyantek's eyes lit up. He felt the call of the God of Wisdom and the favor of fate.

What Zelinsky had said to them earlier echoed in his mind.

"You have completed your divine transformation. From this moment on, you are inextricably linked to your destiny. You can instinctively sense every wisp of it, just as a beast can smell its prey on the wind."

He was different from those who, unable to bear the gifts of the God of Wisdom during the sacred rites, became like wild beasts.

He was special, and he knew the meaning better: the perceived fate would definitely happen, just like when he killed the stupid Kapustka with one blow before, and just like when he was about to complete the mission of the God of Wisdom.

Zelinsky let out a sharp howl and rushed towards Nimrod.

At the same moment, Zelinsky also noticed the giant Nimrod. He saw him slaughtering the Tzaanhorn he had created by sacrificing it to the God of Wisdom as if it were garbage. His eyes were deep, and he couldn't help but think.

If I could command such a powerful creature, I would surely be able to achieve enlightenment.

Afterwards, sacrifice him to our Lord, and you will surely receive more blessings.]
When Zelinsky thought of this, he immediately raised the staff in his hand and mobilized the power bestowed by the God of Wisdom.

The surging powerful force lifted him up, and the wings behind him spread out, tearing through his blue robe.

As soon as Nimrod swung his halberd, he felt a consciousness like a javelin shooting towards him.

He smiled contemptuously. The Primarch's willpower was far superior to that of ordinary people. The "Lawyer" and the "Barbarian" had strengthened his willpower one after another. His willpower was as solid as a rock, yet someone actually launched a psychic attack on him.

Nimrod looked in the direction of his thoughts and saw Zelinsky in mid-air.

The latter's face, which still retained a human appearance, turned purple and fell headfirst.

"Please hand him over to me."

With a wave of her hand, Malena caused several Tzaanhorn beasts to shake violently, and then they were "burst" and exploded by the surging biochemical spiritual energy.

"it is good."

Nimrod turned his gaze to the Piyantek that was rushing towards him. Piyantek was several times larger than other Tzaanhorns and was the tallest creature he had ever seen except for Zhangya.

During the charge, Piatek suddenly changed direction, rushing to the right first, taking two steps, then turning around and rushing to the left.

This is the opportunity that fate has shown him. Only in this way can he complete the task given to him by the God of Wisdom and obtain the blood of the giant.

Just when the sharp blade in his hand was an arm's length away from the black armor, his eyes saw a flash of black light.

The next moment, Piyantek felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He was knocked away by the blow, rolling over and vomiting blood.

"No! Fate has shown me that I will succeed and I will complete the mission of the God of Wisdom."

Two laughs came to his ears at the same time. One laugh was like a whisper, which was the ridicule of the God of Wisdom.

Another voice came from the giant. He instantly appeared in front of the Tzaanhorn and smashed it with a halberd, nailing it to the ground.

Nimrod knew that even the most powerful fortune teller could not glimpse all the mysteries of fate, let alone the Tzeentch beast, which was only given a little instinctive ability to glimpse fate by Tzeentch.

You don't even know whether the fate you are peeping into is real or fake, or whether it is shown to you by Tzeentch or some demon who enjoys playing with it.

Nimrod drew his heavy halberd, and he noticed Jorginho directing his men to attack along the left side of his charge, advancing steadily.

On the other side were Maria and the other two. They cooperated with each other more and more tacitly, and they injected combat potions at the right time.

He looked forward again. Malena completely suppressed Zelensky. Suffering the backlash, he launched a mental attack, but it could not break through the shaman's mental defense.

Nimrod believed that even if he was in good condition, he would not be able to break through Malena's mind. The female shaman was the person with the strongest will he had ever seen.

[it's over.]
As Ningluo's thoughts were floating in his mind, Malena raised her white palm and pushed it forward.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a finger shot towards Zelensky's face.

Amidst screams, the Tzeentch believers, their faces charred black, fell to the ground with a thud.

After losing the leadership of Zelinsky and Piatek, the beasts' bestiality suddenly increased, and they were quickly destroyed in chaos.

Nimrod ordered Jorghinio to reorganize the surviving Mikhailovsk Hive's armed forces and join others in capturing the unguarded Hive Tower.

He took advantage of this time to go to the lower nest and hunted a centipede. He also caught five others and threw them into the second floor of the "Land of Disorder", a space he created to simulate the environment of the lower nest.

After returning to the Upper Nest, he returned to the palace in the Nest Tower to prepare the "Assassin" potion.

(End of this chapter)