Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 689 Ruth, you and the wolf pack, come and go often.

The shockwave of the kinetic energy reverberated in Lehmann Russ's mind, like thousands of hammers pounding his head or millions of golden needles piercing his brain.

His eyes were bluish-purple, his vision was blurred, and filled with crimson.

His high, straight nose collapsed, his flesh was torn apart by the decomposing force field, and his exposed white bones creaked.

Blood flowed like a waterfall, leaving a trail of bright red beads on the ground.

He felt weak all over, and his right hand limply released the Frostblade Great Axe.

How could... how could I... lose...

I...grabbed... Nimrod's...lifeline...

No one... even... a... Primarch... can... change... their own... destiny...
Ruth slammed heavily against the right rock face where the wolf pack stood.

Rumble…

The collapsing rocks pounded down on Russ repeatedly, making a series of loud thuds.

Each rock made his body tremble, and more blood and foam gushed out.

As Russ's body trembled, the loud noise echoed in his mind, scattering his thoughts.

After a fleeting glimpse of rock color and darkness, he remained motionless.

In the blurring of consciousness, countless images suddenly flashed through my mind: black armor, golden wings, a blue and white sword, a gleaming golden fist, and...

The inauspicious fate line of Ninglu, seemingly present yet absent, as if held in one's hand, yet also slipping away—a fate line that seems to slip through one's fingers.

[I...didn't...grab...his...lifeline...?]
The question echoed in Ruth's mind, resonating deep within his soul.

Amidst the deafening roar, a huge crack appeared in the cliff face.

A dozen or so wolves lost their footing, tumbled and crashed down, colliding with each other on the mountainside.

Ogvi Ogvi Heimschluth, the third wolf lord of Dalian, stood frozen in place, his amber irises filled with golden light and splattered blood.

[The alpha wolf... has been defeated!]
Amrodi Skasen Skasen, the Wolf Lord of the Fifth Dalian, could hear the Faceless Ones' cry of "The King will always triumph over the Wolf King."

Sanchez easily defeated Yorin without using any fire magic.

The alpha wolf killed Hannibal, who possessed powerful corrupting abilities, but was defeated again by Nimrod.

Are wolves... destined to always fail when faced with the shadow of order?
Beside him, the rune priest Oshel Wardmaker's mechanical legs clicked, and his sinister, gleaming eyes dimmed.

[The alpha wolf, he lost again.]

Do not……

There must be a way to defeat Nimrod; even if there isn't, the shadow of order is not invincible.
"Alpha Wolf!" Yolin's vision was filled with the blood of the alpha wolf, and he frantically ran towards Rus.

Jorin's roar startled the bewildered and lost wolf pack, and they all leaped down and pounced on the alpha wolf.

Nimrod walked calmly among the wolves, who instinctively avoided the towering giant.

They shunned Nimrod with hatred and fear, like a swarm of frightened rats.

The "Chaos Mentor's" right palm overflowed with spirituality, and the "Switch of Concepts" transformed the Val's Sword into a hook sword.

With a flick of his wrist, the Winter's Axe flew up.

As he sheathed the Vaal Sword back into his waistband, he raised his hand to catch the Winter's Axe.

Ninglu glanced at them and then frantically pushed aside the rocks.

[Ruth gave him a Winter's Axe, and now it's not good to publicly strip him of his armor.]

Anyway, he's not the type to renege on his debts, so let him wear it a little longer.

Sigh... I was too good to him.
Thinking of this, Ninglu said in a deep voice, "Russ is unconscious, let him wear the armor for a while longer."

"Remember to bring it back to me after you take it back to the wolf's den."

The wolves froze at the sound.

Their eyes turned fierce, and even the wild wolves, who were most afraid of Nimrod, looked at him with a menacing glint in their eyes.

On the cliff, the Bloodclaw recruits roared as they charged toward Ninglu, seeking revenge for their alpha wolf. The seasoned Grey Hunter, suppressing his rage, roared to stop them.

"Ninhlu!" Skarsen, unwilling to be humiliated, picked up his giant axe and charged at Ninglu.

Jolin blocked Skarsen with his arm, "Don't be impulsive!"

His cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The wolf pack...won't...break the agreement..."

Ning Lu glanced at the furious wolf pack and smiled slightly.

[I'm furious! Fine!]
I hope he and the wolf pack will come and see us off often.

Not picky, and never having too much.
While Ninglu was pondering, he flapped his wings and took off.

One sidereal hour later, as Ruth fell into a coma and drifted into a dream, Nimrod stood suspended in mid-air at one end of the Frozen Gorge.

He looked down at the three hundred Faceless recruits dressed in black robes.

Mellon and Tezuka Sasebo stood proudly at the front of the line; they had succeeded.

Following the guidance of the Emperor Tarot, they found a way out for the Faceless Ones, a bright future illuminated by the Emperor's glory.

Lord Nimrod swiftly defeated the executioner Ruth, avenging his father.

He accepted the Faceless Ones and promised to lead them forever.

The original gene unleashes its normally hidden pressure without reservation.

The three hundred faceless men who admired him involuntarily lowered their heads, their gazes falling on his battle boots.

"You have passed the previous screening."

“But by order of the Emperor, I must examine you one by one to ensure that you have not committed any evil deeds.”

Mellon and the others looked around. A squad of golden-armored imperial guards were scattered around, clearly there to ensure that Lord Ninglu carried out the Emperor's orders.

The "Chaos Mentor" explained, and after the Faceless Ones lowered their guard, "Majesty" spoke.

"Open your hearts and accept scrutiny!"

Sasebo Tezuka turned around: "The Emperor has instructed us to obey His Majesty's orders."

“We will have a new beginning,” Mellon said, kneeling on one knee.

Tezuka Sasebo and the other Faceless Men followed Mellon and knelt down with a thud.

Ninglu glanced at the young think tank apprentice with great interest. "[Mellon, I don't recall that name.]"

But his reputation among the Faceless Ones surpassed that of Tezuka Sasebo, who later founded the "Ascetic" fighting group.
As the Primarch pondered, he ascended to the second level of Magnus's mind, enhancing his one-way telepathic abilities.

His eyes gleamed, and the Staff of Osiris in his hand emitted a dazzling blue light.

The Primarch's luminous body was freed from his physical form, and his connection with the material world gradually faded, while a vast ocean of shimmering light and shadow surged around him.

The vortex of endless dimensions surges and churns, its formless colors and complex emotions constituting the etheric vision.

A powerful mind, intense emotions, and primal impulses create ripples of turbulence.

Ninglu's consciousness swept over ten hard reefs, spreading and covering the ripples of the three hundred faceless beings before him.

His consciousness fell into the ripples without any hindrance.

As the Primarch's consciousness merged into the psychic ripples, countless images flashed rapidly through his eyes: Sasebo Tezuka was running on the runway of the lunar base, sweat dripping down his face.

At the shooting range of the fortress monastery, recruits raised their explosive rifles and aimed at the targets.

……

Even powerful think tanks like Azek Ahriman and the "Sky Owl School" masters of the "Thousand Sons" could not simultaneously access so many of Astartes' memories.

Nimrod, however, still had the energy to read through the memories of the three hundred Faceless recruits, paying particular attention to Mellon's memories.

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)