Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 691 The Method to Defeat Nimrod, Leman Russ's Decision

Russ was unconscious for five days before he woke up.

He opened his eyes and immediately met the eyes of his brothers, Freddie and Gerry.

Ruth read concern in the two cold eyes, and gently stroked his brother's fur.

His nose twitched slightly as the aroma of mead filled his nostrils.

Ruth followed the scent and saw Jorin leaning against the wall.

He stared at the dejected Jolin, lost in thought.

Yolin's eyes twitched, and feeling the familiar gaze, he opened them.

His cloudy eyes met a patch of icy blue, and he suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Alpha Wolf, you're awake!" Yolin leaped up in surprise.

Ruth reached out to support Jolin, looking at him scrutinizingly.

"Old friend, why do you look like this?"

Yolin turned his head, "I was just worried about you..."

"Really?"

Ruth's persistent questioning left Yolin with no way to hide it anymore.

"I just feel old."

“Sanchez, he didn’t use witchcraft, but I still lost to him.”

"I have failed your trust."

Ruth grabbed Jolin's shoulders, forcing his cloudy eyes to meet hers.

"Jorin, it's alright." His strength made Jorin's shoulders ache.

"It's just a set of armor."

“But the whole Father blessed it,” Jolin said in a hoarse voice.

“That’s fine,” Ruth laughed. “Remember? I told you that you are unique, so I’m willing to support you with that.”

“I…” Yolin’s heart grew heavier.

“I will win it back,” Ruth said with a confident smile.

He sensed a mixture of hope and doubt in Yolin's gaze.

"That's right, I lost to Ninglu twice."

“But I can hold onto his lifeline, remember?”

“The Father has woven the lifeline of everyone, and you can find Nimrod in the mortal realm.”

“The lower realm,” Jorin repeated the word in the Hearth language, the equivalent of which in High Gothic is “the underworld.”

According to legend, Quanfu resides in the upper realm, while the lower realm is the dwelling place of the dead.

"You're going to the lower realm." His eyes were full of worry. "It's too dangerous, even for you."

“Don’t worry,” Ruth patted Jolin on the shoulder, “I’ll ask the rune priests and find a solution.”

When Oshel Wardmaker, the rune priest of the Fifth Rank, met the alpha wolf, he had already removed his Frozen Armor, and his body was now wrapped tightly in thick fur.

Wardmaker gripped the scepter tightly, his eyes blazing with hatred.

[Ninlu and Sanchez!]

May the whole Father curse you, and may you be cast down to the lowest realm!
Do you know how to get to the lower realm?

“The Nether.” Wardmaker shuddered. No Fenrisian wanted to go there, especially rune priests.

He quickly tried to dissuade him, "Alpha Wolf, you can't go."

“Ninlu’s fate line is very strange.” Ruth’s eyes were deep.

"Only by being there can I know how to seize his lifeline and find a way to defeat Nimrod."

Upon hearing this, Wardmaker's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he fell into deep thought.

For the first time, he wanted to deceive the alpha wolf and hide the price he would have to pay.

He was willing to give his life if it could help the alpha wolf defeat Nimrod.

But he knew the alpha wolf would consult other rune priests, and he couldn't complete the ritual alone.

A few seconds later, Wardmaker said candidly.

"The Gates of Hiltyll will only open on the day Fenris is at perihelion."

"You will encounter many strange creatures in the Nether. Ghosts, and even more dangerous ones. To deal with these creatures, you will need duel-like focus and composure. Never let your guard down..."

“Every gift from the lower realms signifies a sacrifice. Do you accept this rule, my leader?”

Ruth remained calm and said, "I accept." "Every rune priest who performs the ritual for you will die," Wardmaker said coldly. "I am willing to offer my life to open the path to the Nether for you."

“I refuse.” Riemann Russ shook his head.

"I will not sacrifice you in order to win."

“Unless Nimrod one day betrays his father, but that is impossible.”

"Nimrod, like Magnus, was obsessed with witchcraft, but they were both loyal to the Father."

He had suspected that Nimrod might fall into depravity due to his addiction to witchcraft.

However, after several investigations, there was still no sign of the abuse of witchcraft. Even Wardmaker, who hated the shadow of order, could not find any out-of-control witchcraft.

Wardmaker remained silent, though he hated Nimrod, he had to admit that he had distinguished himself in battle and that the Shadow of Order had given his life for the Empire.

The moment Ruth made her decision, Stevens, the adjutant of the 5th Company of the 7th Regiment, led three hunting squads through the grey forest.

The image of his father decisively defeating the wolf king flashed through his mind, as did the anxious, grayish-white figure of the wolf.

Amrodi Skasen Skasenson, the fifth wolf lord of Dalian.

Stevens will always remember the time when, as a member of the Honor Guard, he dutifully asked Skarsen to leave the giant wolf outside the door.

He remembered the fierce look in his eyes, and how the man reached behind him to steady the giant axe and threaten him.

Stevens remembered the chill that ran through him, knowing that he had no hope of survival in the face of the Wolf Lord.

But he upheld the honor of the Guard of Honor, and as a result, he gained his father's favor, was granted power, and became a "Hunter".

The newly minted "arsonist" had a glint in his eyes as he clenched his fists.

[Scarson, with the power my father gave me, I will surely defeat you.]
Stevens recalled how, when he was still the "Provocateur," he had used the circumstances to defeat Lucius, who was now a renowned swordsman and rumored to be a top candidate for the "Son of the Emperor" company commander. This gave him even more confidence.

Skarsen!
I will burn your stinking wolves to ashes and burn your wolf skins to ashes.

You must live a long life, before I defeat you!
Stevens knew that the wolf pack was licking the wounds of their king and lord Jorin's defeat, and now was not the right time.

As the arsonist pondered, his eyes scanned the gray trees, observing his surroundings.

Lecter was a dark and desolate world, where even the wind was calm and still.

The arsonist's spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and a gentle breeze stirred.

After becoming an "arsonist," his sense of danger was enhanced. He no longer only sensed danger when attacked, but could stimulate this intuition by observing the environment and gathering information.

With a wave of his hand, the arsonist conjured up a flock of orange fire crows that circled and flew away.

The fire crows scattered and shot towards the wolf-like creatures that were attacking.

Whoosh...

The jungle predator's long tongue snapped back like a spring, its two sharp teeth gleaming with a dangerous, cold light.

Its jet-black body leaped swiftly, bounding and running among the gray trees.

The "arsonist" followed the spirituality infused into the fire crows, striving to control and disperse them for attacks.

Fire crows flew about, and black wolves fled.

"Ready!" Thirty Shadow Order members raised their hunting rifles, and Nukelia loaded her tranquilizer darts.

The Shadow of Order scanned the area, its mounted Space Dwarf Hunter modules flashing with rune arrays, tracking the target's trajectory.

The shadowy figure moved as swiftly as the wind, its runes flashing, never quite able to be fixed in place.

The arsonist clenched his fists, abandoning the five fire crows he could no longer control precisely. The other six fire crows suddenly accelerated and flew towards the Dark Hunter.

The six grey hunters felt the intense heat, and the fur on their backs trembled.

They hurriedly jumped off the gray wood and rolled to avoid it.

The eighteen red runes suddenly turned green.

Spit sizzle sizzle...

A stream of anesthetic darts flew out, and the Dark Hunter suddenly flicked out its tongue.

Each of its two long tongues was shot by one or two needles, and its dark body stiffened before crashing to the ground.

The remaining four long tongues sprang to the ground, acting like poles, causing them to tumble and roll with all their might.

The five syringes, driven by the Hunter Module, whizzed to a stop and struck the three-headed Gray Hunter.

A gray hunter slipped between six syringes and crashed into the shadow of order.

The long tongue retracted and then sprang out again, swiftly wrapping around a black-armored warrior and binding his arm layer by layer.

A flash of blood crossed the Gray Hunter's eyes as he opened his long, sharp teeth and bit down hard on the power armor.

Amidst the scattering of terracotta armor plates, a blazing white spear shot forth, piercing through the pitch-black abdomen.

After rescuing his men, the arsonist once again gathered fire crows around him.

(End of this chapter)