Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 680 Bilak, I'm not interested in your deal, I only want your Shadow Blade.

The Shadow Blade, wreathed in eerie light, vanished swiftly from Ninglu's sight.

Ning Lu was startled. He glanced at the altar and saw that the curtain was not completely torn, and the claw that had reached into the crack had not fully penetrated reality.

His disappointment was fleeting, quickly followed by a sense of crisis.

As the "Chaos Mentor" flaps its wings and rises, spirituality surges forth, and the power of thought is amplified in the layers of swirling "multi-dimensional prisms".

The surging vortex of thought swirled into a storm, its fluctuations exceeding the control of the Primarch spreading and crushing the surrounding rock layers into dust.

The moment Ninglu rose into the air, the psionicist's arm became hazy, enveloped in a dark light.

His arms seemed both real and unreal, twisting and extending in an inhuman way.

With a short, sharp bang, the force field shield, which even a Titan of the Warrior level could hardly break, shattered.

Amidst the collision of supernatural forces, the Primogen finally caught sight of the piercing, eerie light.

It pierces through layers of mental power, through countless spiritual prisms.

The right half of the "Chaos Mentor" collapsed, and his muscles swayed as his left arm was raised.

The Hand of Order slammed down, and the golden light collided with the shadows, producing a series of supernatural explosions.

The Shadow Blade suddenly appeared in the real world, gleaming with a shimmering, eerie light.

Ning Lu's arm went slightly numb, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The psionicist wielding the Shadow Blade possesses power comparable to that of Finus Manus's Silver Hand.

[The Shadow Blade, perhaps it truly contains the blessings of the four peddlers that Bilak somehow integrated into.]
As Ninglu pondered, the shadow of the altar spread upwards, and the pervasive chill caused the rock strata to condense into a cold mist.

"Ninlu, what an impressively foolish man!"

“You are the genetic offspring of the Cursed One, and mortals regard you as a demigod walking among men.”

"Even in the highest heavens, the power and fire that defeated the Wolf King and Gorgon are still celebrated."

His voice, like a knife scraping through the armor made by Vokhan, was full of mockery.

"But you don't realize that my power here is unparalleled."

"I am disappointed by this."

As the sound accompanied it, everything around seemed to wither and decay, and a pervasive white mist rose up.

Ning Lu smiled and said nonchalantly.

“If you were truly invincible, you wouldn’t have used this ‘withering spell’ to invade my mind.”

The Primarch mocked him, but he showed no contempt. In an instant, he ascended to the third level of the Thelma Mind, resisting the shadow spells that were invading his mind.

"I am the crown prince of the warp, the first heir of the gods, the one who has died among the kings." Birac's voice was like a lash, and thousands of mental razors, capable of shredding flesh and splitting souls, swept over.

A supernatural collision of minds erupts in the realm of nothingness.

The Occam's Razor, stripping away consciousness, shot towards the golden Thelma light rising from the spine.

Boom boom boom...

The ripples of vibration spread into the space between reality and illusion, emitting a piercing tearing sound.

The piercing hiss of the curtain echoed in Ninglu's mind. He felt the Shadow Lord's claws getting closer, and the chill scratched at his armor.

He decided not to give the other party the chance to descend and unleash its full power.

The "Chaos Mentor's" spirituality surged forth, locking onto the Shadow Blade.

"Overstepping your bounds!" Birac roared, "You are touching my sacred objects!"

With a roar, the puppet he controlled raised its staff.

Hundreds and thousands of shadows appeared out of thin air, and the shadowy blades in the "illusion of nothingness" became hazy.

Just as the Shadow Blade was about to disappear into the shadows, the psionicist's staff suddenly trembled, the Shadow Blade's ethereal transformation slowed, and a phantom of a blade vanished abruptly.

"Huh!" A barely audible whisper of surprise rang out.

A faint light emanated from the altar, and the claws outside the curtain retracted slightly.

The power of shadow enveloped the body of the Bilak puppet, making it appear hazy and swaying between reality and illusion.

The blade of Shadow Blade faded rapidly, and just as it completely disappeared, a figure spun and fell.

John the Cat, with his powerful black eyes, stared intently at the strange figure wielding a giant sword, his "winner" instincts bursting forth.

Whoosh!
What vanished into thin air was not the Shadow Blade, but another shadow.

The doomed Birak puppet failed to cast its spell once again. The psionicist raised his staff, and beams of ghostly light rose continuously.

The illusory shadows dissipated, but the Shadow Blade still lingered in the real world, the unknown power attached to it still clinging to it like a maggot.

The "winner" can inflict limited misfortune on the enemy, making them less fortunate.

Misfortune amplified the effect of "chaos," causing shadow spells to fail one after another.

boom!
The dazzling light that erupted from the altar tore a narrow rift in the curtain.

A faint light shot out from subspace.

The dim light, like a bottomless vortex that devoured everything, swept towards Ninglu, who was attacking the psionicist's head.

A faint light, about a meter away from Ninglu, suddenly bent and seemed to bounce back and fly up.

The swirling, ghostly light flew toward John, its curves leading to its destination.

The "winner" felt a chill run down his spine, his spiritual intuition instinctively sensing danger. Without time to think, he unleashed all the luck he had accumulated.

boom!
A meter above him, a falling boulder suddenly collided with another rock in mid-air. The boulder, which would have grazed the "winner's" body, abruptly changed course and crashed diagonally onto him.

John was thrown off balance by the impact, and as the Dark Abyss passed by, the fur on the left half of his body was completely swallowed up.

John glanced at his body in horror and gasped. He could feel that if that eerie light struck him, it would devour everything.

Not just the body, but also the soul.

Just as he was feeling relieved, a heart-wrenching scream rang out.

The cat with the strong brain looked in the direction of the sound and saw a strange human with a split chest. His chest was completely shattered, and his master's giant fist smashed him to the ground.

Ninglu smashed Bilarak's puppet with a punch, then grabbed it with his right hand.

He felt as if he had grasped a wisp of mist.

The eerie claws flickered between reality and illusion, as if trying to grasp at nothing.

Spirituality poured forth unreservedly from the fingertips of the "Chaos Mentor".

The illusory claws suddenly solidified and were then firmly grasped by Ninglu.

The "Chaos Mentor's" back collapsed, his arm muscles bulged, and his palms "exploded with power."

With a loud cracking sound, the claw was crushed into a cloud of blood mist.

The moment the "Chaos Mentor" grasped the Shadow Blade, he felt his body explode.

The dense lines of rules fill the eyes, while simultaneously uniting the body, mind, and spirit.

[I have consumed the "Chaos Mentor" potion.]
Ninglu intuitively felt that as the "disordered country" trembled, a new space opened up.

Before he could even examine the Black Mist Kingdom, he suddenly felt the greatsword in his right hand tremble, and at the same time, a cold voice rang in his ears.

"Ninglu, let's make a deal."

"You do not know what the sword in your hand is, or how it was created."

"It is something you cannot control or possess."

“I refuse.” The Chaos Mentor shook his head. [Bilak, I’m not interested in your deal. I only want your Shadow Blade.]
As he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind, and with a twitch of his waist muscles, a green teardrop-shaped talisman rose up.

Ninglu shouted in Dunn's language, "Silence!"

call!
An invisible force spread, and everything around calmed down.

The Shadow Blade stopped trembling, and Bilak's whispers disappeared.

With a thought, Ning Lu caused black mist to appear in his palm.

Without a sound, the Shadow Blade vanished into thin air.

Ninglu flapped his wings, his combat boots slipped off, and he stepped on the psychic with lifeless eyes.

With a bang, the solid shadowy body was crushed into a pool of blood and flesh.

The Primarch's eyes flashed, and his telekinetic powers spread, crushing everything on the ground into dust.

Ninglu spread his wings and took flight, grabbing John and simultaneously activating the sound array channel.

"Prepare for orbital bombardment to completely destroy this planet."

Although he has taken the Shadow Blade, the world has been thoroughly corrupted and is difficult to purify.

Ninglu decided to issue an extermination order to completely destroy the world.