Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 688 Ning Lu: When you hit someone, you have to hit them in the face.
On the right side of the canyon, the space wolves fell silent.

Sanchez defeated Jorin, the wolf lord of the thirteenth company, without using any magic.

In the deathly silence, Ogvi Ogvi Heimschluth, the wolf lord of the Third Dalian, blinked once, his deep-set eyes stiffly turning as he looked at the black-armored, golden-winged figure in the canyon.

Although Nimrod is below, Ogilvy feels as if he is looking up rather than down.

He bit his upper lip tightly against the thick silver ring that pierced his lower lip, resisting the instinct to kneel.

He heard the trembling of the armor around him, the wolf pack resisting the supernatural pressure with fury.

Ogilvy forced himself to shift from a struggle of wills to that of a ruthless hunter, scrutinizing Nimrod.

He was taller and more robust than the alpha wolf, which was unusual.

A hint of worry surfaced deep in Ogilvy's eyes.

No, the alpha wolf won't lose to Nimrod twice.

The alpha wolf killed the corrupt Hannibal.

He gained immense power from the devouring of evil, but the alpha wolf still triumphed.
As Ogilvy thought of this, the worry in his eyes faded, and he opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs like those of a fully grown wolf. With his long canines spread open, he roared a howl even more wolfish than that of a giant wolf.

The wolves seemed to awaken from a dream, and howled angrily.

Mellon, an apprentice at the Faceless Men think tank, gazed hopefully at the towering figure in the canyon.

From his vantage point overlooking the area, he was finally able to catch a glimpse of Lord Ninglu's face.

Her face had sharp, noble features, and her deep obsidian eyes, like whirlpools, drew him in like a magnet.

The bright, shining light made him afraid to look directly at it.

The golden wings that fluttered and the light that rose were the same as the light Mellon saw in the Emperor Tarot.

Lord Nimrod will surely defeat Ruth, bringing light to the gloomy Lake and illuminating its dark path ahead.

Just as Mellon was basking in the glow, a hateful wolf howl rang out.

His throat throbbed, and the throbbing echoed in the light of his thoughts.

When the wolf pack arrived at Lecter, the subspace he saw transformed into a world of light.

"Lord Ninglu will surely win!"

The sound waves echoed, piercingly reverberating in the hearts of the wolves.

Oshel Wardmaker, the rune priest of the fifth-ranked "Space Wolves," glared fiercely at Melon across from him.

“Witchcraft!” he roared in High Gothic, raising his staff and the amulets on his body lit up.

Rumble!
A thunderous roar erupted, and Fenris's storm echoed above the canyon.

The Faceless Ones had grim expressions, and a storm of iron-gray energy loomed overhead like dark clouds.

A sacred pillar of light, encircled by golden flames, fell from mid-air, its sudden burst of light tearing through the gray storm and layers of clouds.

The gloom surrounding the Faceless Ones has been swept away.

Following the light, they saw a priest of order and shadow holding a scepter of truth, his arms raised as if embracing the sun.

Many Faceless Ones recognized him; Martin, the second-in-command of the "Shadow of Order," whose rank was second only to Pat, the chief pastor.

During the previous review, Martin's eyes, which seemed to possess a divine golden light, left a deep impression on them.

The newly appointed "notary" folded his arms, determined not to allow the wolves to provoke the Black Emperor; the golden light in his eyes shone brighter than the wolves' amber irises.

Inside the cliff, Ninglu took in the commotion on both sides and said to Leman Russ.

“They’re getting impatient; it’s time to get started.”

"You've worn the armor long enough."

Ruth gripped the Winter's Axe tightly, his burning rage making even the Kraken's icy fangs scorch.

"You think you can beat me again just because you beat me once?"

“Of course.” Ninglu calmly drew the Vaal Sword. During the Duran Night, he was still the “Corrupted Baron,” but now he had digested the “Chaos Mentor.”

Compared to last time, he has grown again, and he is confident that he can win even without using various magical abilities.

"Today, I will crush your arrogance." Ruth dragged the giant axe with both arms and swung it with all his might.

The resentment concealed by the Great Expedition poured out, and the shame of Duran's defeat transformed into a burning force.

The wolf pelt on his shoulder was violently ripped open, the amulet clanging and striking against the iron-gray armor.

Ruth's figure was beyond the visual limits of most Astartes; the trailing shadow of his axe, like the stormy ocean of Fenris, swept toward Nimrod.

Sasebo Tezuka's expression changed, and the scene of Russ brutally breaking the spine of the Father of Genetics and crushing his throat flashed through his mind.

A dazzling blue and white light suddenly rose up, and with a deafening explosion, he saw Lord Ninglu swing his sword, sweeping away the Frostblade Axe Shadow with a single blow.

Just as Sasebo Tezuka caught a glimpse of golden light, it was immediately engulfed by the rising frost and the deafening explosions of lightning.

The storm's crash echoed through the cliffs, a dazzling display of swift and violent clashes. Space wolves brandished their weapons, their howls echoing across the heavens, praising the lord of winter and war.

The sound waves surged and roared past, almost deafeningly loud.

The Faceless Ones, empty-handed, roared and howled, their eyes brimming with rage.

The priests, clad in black armor, sang loudly, leading the Shadows of Order in rhythmic chanting.

The waves rose higher and higher, eventually engulfing even larger swaths of iron-gray and earth-yellow waves.

The moment the roar of the black tide swept across the canyon, the back of the "Chaos Mentor" collapsed and his right arm bulged.

With a loud clang, the blue and white sword blades engulfed the shadows of the frost-covered axe.

Ruth was sent flying backward by the blow, and Nimrod flapped his golden wings and spun over.

Each strike from the "Chaos Mentor" sent numbness through Ruth's arms, his bones creaking from the immense force of the impact.

As the "Chaos Mentor" trembled continuously, it violently propelled its own weight and power.

His movements were more agile than Ruth's, who was smaller in stature. His nimble and tricky thrusts and parries caused Ruth to constantly lose his balance.

With each step forward and backward, the ornaments on the iron-gray armor scattered and fell to the ground, and the fur was torn to shreds.

Neither of them had a single scratch on their armor.

The blue and white sword blades avoided the iron-gray armor.

Ruth's eyes were icy cold. Ninglu was too arrogant. He regarded the armor he was wearing as his trophy and was unwilling to damage it.

You really think you've got me all figured out?

Hannibal was stronger than me, but I won!
I will seize your lifeline, just as I seized Hannibal's.
A cunning glint flashed in Ruth's eyes as he suddenly lunged forward.

The blue and white sword blade slid across, stabbing towards his left ribs like a venomous snake.

As expected.

He only attacks my left ribs where my armor has been removed.

Ninglu, I've seized your lifeline!
Ruth's icy blue eyes flashed with sharpness as he followed the guidance of fate, swinging his giant axe to strike at Ninglu's arm as he thrust his sword.

Runes shimmered, and the Frostblade Great Axe howled through the wind, poised to strike with the force of a storm.

A chill ran through Ning Lu, who was startled. Ruth's sudden attack transcended the physical realm, striking directly at his weakness.

On a biological level, he cannot escape it.

But the extraordinary level is different.

After digesting the "Chaos Mentor," his ability to flatten his body has increased from one-quarter to three-fifths.

The degree of elongation also increased from two times to three times.

The muscles in the "Chaos Mentor's" right arm suddenly slid off, like a swarm of scattered insects, revealing the white bone of the upper arm, which all slid off and fell downwards.

The muscles surged continuously, causing the "Chaos Mentor's" arm to slip off invisibly at the biological level.

The swirling frost-bladed great axe grazed past the black armor.

The muscles surged down his back, bulged, and spread to his left arm.

"Chaos Mentor" suddenly raised his fist, the power gauntlets gleaming.

The armor cannot be broken.

If you're going to hit someone, hit them in the face.
The golden light was swift and arrived in an instant.

boom!
Ruth's prominent nasal bone shattered and collapsed, blood hissing within the golden disintegration field.

He let out a deafening scream that pierced the howls of the wolves.

Russ spun and flew toward the right rock wall, his iron-gray body gliding past the Faceless One's eyes.

The Faceless Ones erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Lord Nimrod is victorious!"

"The executioner has been defeated!"

……

Amidst the chaos of the shadow of order, cheers erupted as Thibault, the seasoned "provocateur," shouted loudly at the wolf pack.

"The King of Vostonia has defeated Fenris's wolf king once again."

"May the King forever triumph over the Wolf King!"

Tens of thousands of "provocative individuals" then shouted in a defiant manner: "The King will forever triumph over the Wolf King!"

(End of this chapter)