Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 690 I ultimately betrayed your trust
Ning Lu's gaze was deep. As his consciousness gently merged into Mellon's mind, he saw a gray forest.

This young think tank member is standing in front of a towering tree.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen tree branches snapped and flew into the air.

His subspace imagery is the forest.

There were many lights of varying heights and brightness around the giant tree.

Ninglu zoomed in and magnified one of the large trees, its surface a mixture of blood, gray, and black.

The tree trunk fades rapidly, creating a dreamlike scene:

Within the dim, gray woods, the boys ran at full speed.

Behind them, a wolf-like creature, entirely black with speckled blood-red markings, howled through the air.

Its tongue is long, almost as long as its body.

Its iron-gray eyes flashed with a crimson light, and its tongue shot out, grabbing a staggering girl.

With a flick of her tongue, the girl flew toward the wolf-like creature, and as her two exceptionally long, sharp teeth that extended beyond its lower jaw opened and closed, a spray of blood mist erupted.

Ninglu immediately recognized it as the "Red Priest" pathway sequence 5 "Reaper" master material, the Dark Hunter, from the blasphemous stone tablet.

He rapidly read the memories of other Faceless recruits, witnessing hordes of gray hunters attacking villages and devouring humans.

[Lecter is truly a cruel world, not only barren, but also home to dangerous creatures like the Dark Hunter.]

However, compared to death worlds like Fenris, the environment is still much better.
Meanwhile, Nimrod noted that they had only received instruction in table manners and food handling, but had not performed the Eucharist of the Faceless:

Hunt, cook, and eat the alien according to proper etiquette.

His eyes were deep, and he thought to himself.

The "Faceless Ones" have kept many aliens in captivity for a long time, but they have not been promoted to official Faceless Ones.

It seems to have been done on purpose...
As the Primarch pondered, he shook Osiris's Scepter once more.

Blue light, like moonlight, bathed the Faceless recruits dressed in black robes.

As the Faceless recruits learned of the arrival of the wolves, their tense nerves gradually relaxed, and their consciousness began to blur.

A glint of clarity flashed in Mellon's eyes, but then Lord Ninglu's authoritative voice resonated deep within his heart: "Open your heart."

His tense mind quickly calmed down.

The light and shadow flickered in the eyes of the Gene Primitive, and a blurry figure appeared out of thin air.

What's blurred are their memories of growing up in Vostonia, which became blurred during the drastic physiological changes they underwent in the "modification surgery".

They will not remember their parents, nor the nest city where they were born.

They will only remember the king's hymns and legends.

The consciousness of the Primitive Gene spread, replicating and replacing the hazy, intermittent clusters of light.

After modifying the Faceless recruits' hazy memories, he began to modify their clear memories after they became Astartes.

Most of these memories are related to training: raising a shotgun to shoot at targets, honing skills in a training cage...

Ninglu's approach to this part of the memory was to make minor modifications, replacing the training ground's signage and correcting the location of their training base in their memories...

As he continued making minor edits, he suddenly noticed that two golden orbs were shining brightly in Sasebo Tezuka's mind, even brighter than the golden armor of the surrounding Imperial Guards.

Ninglu's consciousness immediately spread over, touching upon the scenes in his memory.

Tezuka Sasebo stands on the lunar surface, gazing at his gloomy hometown.

The light of the Lord of Mankind shines brightly.

His worship of Old Man Huang was almost a religion.

No wonder he was able to find Bosur through the Emperor Tarot.

Now, let me shatter your faith!
As Ning Lu pondered, his eyes flashed with light, and layers of consciousness enveloped the golden sphere.

boom!
With a crisp crackling sound, the golden sphere shattered, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated.

Sasebo Tezuka seemed to have lost something, and his inner world suddenly trembled.

Ninglu slightly shook his blue staff, and the pale blue light enveloping him suddenly deepened, like the deep sea.

A dim black sphere of light took shape, and images appeared out of thin air: Tezuka Sasebo's eyes shone brightly.

He wielded his gleaming sword, pursuing the black-armored demigod and slashing at the orcs.

Ninglu then touched another golden sphere of light. In the dazzling light, golden wings shone, and the black-armored giant strode forward, his blue and white sword flashing, forcing the iron-gray executioner to retreat step by step.

This is the true vision deep within Sasebo's heart, not reality in the conventional sense.

Although he couldn't see the battle clearly, a "reality" that intertwined reality and illusion was formed in his mind.

Ning Lu's eyes flashed, and the golden sphere shone even brighter, illuminating the entire world of his mind.

Three hours later, Ning Lu collected his thoughts and stared down.

As the three hundred "Shadow of Order" recruits gradually awoke, Mellon's eyes shone brightly, and he knelt on one knee. "Thank you for your guidance, Father. I have mastered the first level of Thelma's mindset."

The last memory that Nimrod implanted in them was personally teaching them, which was similar to their current situation.

At the same moment he began modifying the second batch of Faceless Recruits, in the Wolf's Den.

The warm fire, as always, illuminated the entire iron-gray man-made stone house.

Yolin, the wolf lord of the thirteenth company, felt an icy chill in the room.

It wasn't just the chill emanating from the alpha wolf's tattered armor and the runes that was unsettling, but also the icy coldness etched into my mind.

Yolin's mind was in a daze, the image of Sanchez's flashing sword and the alpha wolf crashing into the cliff face tormented him, making his weathered face even more sorrowful.

His wolf priest, Urbandell, rose from his gray slate bed.

Freddie and Gerry, who were pacing anxiously around the bed, let out a low growl and made a move to pounce.

“The alpha wolf is alright,” Urbandell explained to the alpha wolf’s brother, and only then did the two giant wolves take a step to the sides.

He silently walked up to Jorin. "Like Duran, the alpha wolf is only injured and unconscious."

"He is a genetic prototype, and his wounds will heal quickly."

The worry in Yolin's bloodshot, cloudy eyes faded.

Yes!

Like Durant, the alpha wolf suffered another defeat, this time against the same person.

Yolin didn't know how he would face the proud alpha wolf once it regained its senses.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Come with me."

The two walked out of the iron-gray stone house, and Yolin spoke to the various Wolf Lords who were pacing anxiously.

"The alpha wolf is fine, it just needs to rest."

A glint of light appeared in the deep-set eyes of Ogvi Ogvi Heimschluth, the wolf lord of the third largest city.

Amrodi Skasen Skasen, the wolf lord of the Fifth Dalian, breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched fist.

After everyone had left, Jolin returned to the house and picked up a bottle of hot mead from beside the fireplace.

He plopped down on the ground, staring at the alpha wolf on the stone slab, his gaze sweeping over the frozen armor.

"Old buddy," Yolin said with a wry smile, using the term he only used when the two of them were alone.

The image of Ruth whispering in his ear when he was in Durin flashed through his mind.

"You, only you, I will always put you in the most important place."

“I remember those Terrans saying you had no chance of passing the test, so my heart was pounding when I saw you pass it.”

“That’s when I knew that no matter how rapidly fate changes, I could always trust my shield-bearing servant without reservation.”

Jolin gulped down the mead, and as his stomach burned, Ruth's voice echoed.

“Jolin, you are unique and irreplaceable. Neither Terra nor Fenris can compare to you.”

Even if everyone disappoints me in the end, you will never let me down, I firmly believe that.

"Because in the beginning, we stood in the same hall, serving King Tengil as our master. At that time, before Fenris was overthrown, we had already gone to war together."

The drink spilled from Yolin's lips. "I have ultimately failed to live up to your trust."

"Perhaps I'm too old."

"I'm exhausted," Jorin said wearily, as he released the bronze wine jug.

On the stone slab, Ruth's eyelids twitched.

The golden giant fist rapidly faded, and he suddenly stood up after crashing down the cliff.

Russ cautiously scanned his surroundings but did not see Ninglu.

A moment later, he realized that this was not the dimly lit Lecter, nor the Gorge of Florence, but rather...

"Krakargard!"

Krakargard is the graveyard of the Wolf Pack.

He was in the howling Fenris, descending the mountain cliffs along the Sunrise Gate of Wolf's Tooth Fortress.

Ruth looked up in confusion and saw the Star Wolf's Eye moving in that direction.

During the fire season, the sun is near, and the golden serpent of the corona surges eternally.

Fires reignited on the mountaintop, a malevolent white light filled a quarter of the horizon, and glaciers trembled violently as they melted catastrophically.

He turned around abruptly, and Wolf Moon Valdemani disappeared on the opposite horizon, turning pale under the scorching sun.

(End of this chapter)