Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 770 Saint Gilles: Nimrod, I look forward to fighting alongside you.

Nimrod's psionic projection crossed the void and descended upon Terra's golden palace.

Motalian's gloomy gaze, hidden beneath his breathing mask, fell upon Ninglu.

Before attending the war council, he read Nimrod's report.

The orc invasion of Grell's Abyss resulted in the deaths of over 25,000 people in the Shadow of Order.

[Nimrod and his sorcerer legions have begun their decline.] The image of Nekal flashed through Mortarian's mind.

[Like those sorcerous aliens.]

This is their fate.
"Ninhlu." The psionic projection of Vokhan was mixed with the heat of the anvil.

“I collected ore from the volcano where we fought and forged new armor for you.”

Ninglu sheltered the people, protecting them from harm.

He should also make good use of his talents to forge his brothers and protect Ninglu from harm.

“I’m really looking forward to your gift,” Ninglu replied with a smile. Although the armor of Phenus hadn’t been damaged since he put it on, who would refuse a piece of stock?

In particular, the armor forged by the Lord of Fire Dragons.

Perturabo's icy blue eyes flickered as he recalled the unfinished work, just as the doors rumbled open and the Emperor walked in side by side with the Mars Foundry Director.

Macardo and Constantine Waldo followed behind him.

After accepting the greetings from everyone and taking his seat, the emperor began to speak.

"The Eldar ark, Mag Silas, carried out a brutal plunder of Cyriolet, resulting in the brutal slaughter of millions of humans."

"The crimes committed by the aliens must be punished!"

His gaze swept over the Primarchs, finally settling on the two with wings on their backs.

Nimrod with golden wings and Saint Gilles with angel wings.

"Ninlu, my Pegasus, you will arrive the fastest."

“Saint Gilles, your legion is closest to Sirioret.”

Upon hearing this, Ninglu couldn't help but recall the Battle of Sirioret.

He remembered the battle in which the Omen Order was officially established.

Although the Order of Ominous had already been deployed during the "Randan Wars" to fight against the powerful Randan Bone Eaters, the Psionic Titans at that time were experimental models, modified from the Warhound Titans.

The technology is now mature.

Ninglu's superhuman brain recalled a vague and unclear record:

In 946, Skagan VI, located in the southern part of the solar system, experienced a surge in population due to migration, plunging the entire planet into a full-scale civil war. The local legal department then appealed to the sector governor for assistance.

The Ministry of Justice did not expect that the support it received would come from the Titan Legion, which had no markings whatsoever.

The terrifying roaring machine god descended, causing all the soldiers to lose their courage and lay down their weapons.

Ninglu gathered his thoughts, remembering the Eldar Ark that Saint Gilles had thrown onto the star and wasted, and immediately spoke.

"Follow your will."

Saint Gilles' eyes lit up. The lost, thirsty offspring constantly reminded him that the Legion might become the second empty foundation beneath the Tower of Hegemony.

Nimrod reshapes the Reapers into the shadows of order, and he may gain enlightenment by fighting alongside them.

This is also a good opportunity to deepen mutual understanding between the two legions and solidify the political alliance.

His alliance with Nimrod, Magnus, and Chagatai was forged through the use of psychic powers.

“Father, I am happy to accept this task.” His wings unfolded like a curtain of first snow.

He turned to look at Ninglu, "I look forward to fighting alongside you."

As Nimrod and Saint Gilles nodded to each other, the Emperor looked at his son, who sat alone at the end of the long table.

He glanced at it with disgust at the scriptures covering the bald head and face.

"Luo Jia, how many times do I have to warn you?"

"I am not God."

"When will you understand that your task is to lead the 'Word Bearers' to expand their territory, not to preach?"

“Father…” Luo Jia began to explain, but the Emperor had no patience to listen to his absurd remarks.

He stood up abruptly, leaving Luo Jia stunned.

Looking at the dejected Loga, Volkan reminded him, "Father always emphasized the truth of the Empire; you should remember his admonition."

"Humanity needs faith!" Luo Jia said firmly, with a hint of fervor.

"It has always been this way; faith gives them strength."

"You, all of you, Father, you will understand."

“My brother, you must understand,” Horus Lupecal said earnestly.

"My father was a great man, but he was still a human being. He was not a god."

“What God said is not important, the truth is that He is God!” Nimrod saw Loka begin to chant incessantly and prepared to end the psionic projection.

The projection of Wokan saw Ninglu dim rapidly. "I will send the armor to Sirioret."

"Thank you for your gift." Ninglu's body turned into light and disappeared, returning to the Shadow of the Throne.

As he walked toward his office, he pondered which battle groups to mobilize for the campaign.

A moment later, Nimrod leaned back on the throne and spoke to Arsène Dunne.

"The Emperor has ordered me and Saint Gilles to punish Marg Silas for attacking the Ark of Cyriolet."

"The 8th, 11th and 12th battle groups will serve as the main force."

"The First and Tenth Battle Groups are participating in the battle."

Ninglu, considering the significant losses suffered by the First and Tenth Battle Groups in the continuous battles, decided to partially recruit members from both battle groups.

"By bringing together all the think tanks, Thomas will gain a lot at Marg Silas."

Although the Eldar prophet Melendre Silversoul only discovered the Soulstone in the Old Woman's World in the thirty-third millennium, and the current Eldar Ark is somewhat inferior, it is still a valuable loot.

Mag Silas's war witchcraft is insane, but his powerful psionic magic is among the best in the Ark.

The Wizard Titans are no less powerful than the Psionic Titans of the Omen Order.

Before the silver-haired Primarch servant withdrew, he reminded him, "My lord, Ivorth awaits your summons."

"Let him in."

Ivory Yovan, dressed in a well-fitting black hunting suit, walked through the palace gates.

He clenched his teeth uncomfortably as he walked past Etsack.

"My lord." He bowed respectfully and began to report.

"Since you appointed me in 933 to be in charge of the genetic modification of the Y-class and Φ-class Visa candidates."

Nimrod entrusted the lowest negative psychic levels, Σ and T, to ordinary apothecaries and their retinues.

The first medical officer of the "Solar Auxiliary Army," "Physician" Ivors, is responsible for the more difficult Y-class and Φ-class modifications.

"I was in charge of reforming a total of 592 people, including all eligible Visa boys."

The Vesas are physically gifted and are a top source of manpower.

The recruitment scope does not include negative psychics of level X and above; all eligible boys are recruited, and this will not affect the reproduction of each tribe.

“I use the abilities you have given me to formulate adaptive medications for them and to perform the surgeries myself.”

"Ultimately, 316 people were transformed into the shadow of order."

“I tested the Shadows of Order, and 129 of them fell back to Σ level, and 63 fell back to T level.”

Aivos inspected the data panel and reported on each point.

“I believe this is the reason why your innate perception of the shadow of order clashes with their dull talents, and achieves a balance.”

Ninglu nodded in satisfaction. One hundred and twenty-four Order Shadows, each possessing varying degrees of immunity to psionic attacks, were a result that pleased him.

They, along with the Vesa, will play a role in the war against Mag Silas in the near future.

Ivors swiped his finger to continue the report.

"Of the failed candidates, only thirteen unfortunately died. Of the remaining fifty-eight, 58 experienced severe rejection reactions during the first surgery..."

The "Chaos Mentor" listened to Ivors' report while simultaneously activating his spiritual vision to gaze upon his bluish-green spirit body, confirming that he had digested the "Healer's" potion.

After Aivos finished his report, Ninglu flipped his right hand, and a bottle of golden potion appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"Ivors, I am satisfied with your performance."

"This is your reward."

Ivor picked up the medicine with delight. Before even opening the bottle, the rich aroma of wheat filled his nostrils.

He opened the bottle cap and eagerly tilted his head back to drink it.

When the medicine is ingested, it produces a lot of foam, like a barley beer.

Gulu gulu!

Ivors drank it all in one gulp, still wanting more.

After gathering her scattered power, the newly promoted Sequence 7 "Harvest Priest" knelt on one knee.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. I will continue to work hard to serve you."

Ninglu nodded and gave the instructions.

"Your mission is to return to Ryan and cultivate drugs that aid in genetic modification, especially those suitable for the Vesa."