Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 777 Saint Gilles, Relieved

After Saint Gilles rescued his chief of blood, Radolon, he flapped his pure white wings and rose into the air.

He gazed at the rising golden light and Ninglu activated the power gauntlet on his left arm.

Saint Gilles' mind suddenly flashed back to his private cabin on the Soul of Vengeance, where he was sitting on a cushioned sofa talking with his close friend and brother Horus.

Horus Lupecal picked up a wine cup and poured wine from a silver jug.

“Ning Lu’s martial prowess surpasses all the original beings; only you and I can rival him.”

Horus then recounted his two experiences fighting alongside Nimrod.

Not long after the Great Crusade began, he welcomed back his first Primarch brother, Nimrod.

His father asked him to take on the responsibility of teaching his brothers to compete amicably.

He led Nimrod to the newly discovered ape-man star system and taught him.

Ning Lu unleashed a thunderous punch on the battlefield, one that was impossible to dodge or resist.

He later tried it in the Duel Cage from time to time, but he was never able to complete the imitation.

Horus and Nimrod fought side by side again during the liberation of Druun, the beacon of civilization in the Great Crusade.

Tentacle monsters manipulate human minds and enslave the entire world.

Upon reaching the psychic center node, they encountered a hive-like, multi-tentacle monster.

He and the resilient Mortarion were both trapped in the illusion created by the multi-tentacle aliens, while Nimrod remained unaffected.

In the end, Nimrod, with unwavering will, broke through the illusion created by the multi-tentacle aliens and used his psionic powers to kill the enemy, freeing Druun.

Ninglu's unwavering will amazed him.

Saint Gilles, dressed in a simple white robe with a gold chain around his waist, ate the jade berries in his bowl while listening to Horus's story.

His pristine white wings unfurled unconsciously, their tips brushing against the thin white gauze curtain.
He then discussed with Horus Nimrod's defeat of Phenus Manus and Riemann Rus.

Ruth fought fiercely against Primarch II, but Nimrod defeated him twice.

Phenus was considered one of the best among the Primarchs, but he was decisively defeated by Nimrod.

They deduced from the scattered information and further verified each other's ideas.

Saint Gilles collected his thoughts and looked curiously at the rising golden light.

He was in Horus’ private training cage, where he witnessed Horus’ demonstration and mentally recreated the punch, which overlapped with the punch he had seen.

Ninglu's fist, thrown with such force that even a Spirit Titan couldn't dodge it, struck that slender arm.

His fist slammed unstoppably into the shimmering force field.

Rumble!
Golden light tore through the shield and crushed the slender arm.

His mutilated arm spewed flames and smoke, then exploded with a deafening roar, scattering charred porcelain shards all over the ground.

The magnificent alien war machine trembled violently.

call!
The elegant, alien mechanical body tilted, while another long spear arm twisted.

The killing light continued to gather, and the distorted, ear-piercing shriek grew ever higher.

The blinding brilliance of the stars surged forth, and wherever the surging, spreading waves passed, the surrounding ground melted into glass.

Ninglu slid his body, and his golden wings closed in front of his chest.

The surging torrent crashed against the golden wings.

Saint Gilles gazed at the golden wings and suddenly felt a lightness in his body.

After he opened his eyes in a daze from the incubation chamber, he was shocked to find that he had wings on his back.

From that time on, he always carried a heavy mountain in his heart.

Upon returning to the Empire, he discovered that none of his other Primarch brothers resembled him, not even Horus.

Now that he has witnessed the golden wings firsthand, he feels his entire body become lighter.

Compared to feathered wings, golden wings are more like an anomaly.

And more resilient!

The sweltering heat and the dazzling aurora borealis made Saint-Gilles instinctively avoid them.

Ninglu's wings extended upwards at a 30-degree angle, yet they reflected the flames soaring into the sky.

Although Saint Gilles believed that his wings did not have the defensive power of Nimrod's Golden Wings, they still had their own unique advantages.

His snow-white wings flapped behind him as he lunged at the one of the three alien titans whose body was intact.

Golden ripples suddenly spread and swept towards them.

Saint Geres' wings spun, making it spin like a windmill.

The golden light from the long cannon barrels of the Eldar Titans whistled through the air, grazing past the swirling wings.

Saint Jeremy held his sword high, and the strange, curved, barbed red sword rose up, gleaming brightly.

With a deafening roar, the gleaming lightsaber spun into the air.

The crystals of the Ghost Sword crackled and popped, and a misty fog filled the air.

As the smoke dissipated, three pure white feathers drifted by.

Saint Gilles deftly dodged the incoming attack, slid down to the side of the Ghost Knight, and thrust his red sword forward.

Ribs shattered, fragments flew everywhere.

The surging waves from the Dark Knight's sun cannon rippled and swirled.

The swirling ghost sword crackled and echoed. His swift attacks repeatedly missed their mark.

Saint Gilles hovered around the Eldar Titan, its gleaming arc shimmering with metallic luster.

With a loud bang, the sharp blade tore through the spiritual energy field, tearing off fist-sized pieces of debris one after another.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang out.

The three Eldar Titans roared in anger simultaneously.

Saint Gilles followed the ghostly flames rising from the Eldar Titan mask and looked toward the blue and white sword blade that Ninglu gripped tightly in his right hand.

[The Eldar Titans loathe the blade in his hand.]
The three Eldar Titans uttered two words simultaneously, but they were spoken by nine souls.

The hazy, alien consciousness all converged on the black-armored, golden-winged monkey.

Their elegant bodies trembled with disgust, regarding the man wielding the blue and white sword as a repulsive insect.

Saint Gilles had acquired nearly a thousand words through his past battles with the Elven race, but he could only identify one of them as "blasphemy," a word he was completely unfamiliar with.

Whether it's word roots or prefixes and suffixes.

Nimrod, however, understood the word they uttered: Val.

The psionic blade he drew was the Vaal Sword.

The Vaal Hundred Swords were forged by Vaal, the Eldar god of forging.

Saint Gilles was beside him, but instead of using the obviously unusual Twilight Sword, he used the Vaal Sword.

The ghostly knight, its body askew, suddenly leaped up, screeching a sharp cry as it unleashed a hail of death.

The one-armed ghost knight spun his long arm, his spear angrily aimed at the black-armored monkey that had blasphemed the artifact.

Ning Lu, the "Chaos Mentor," took a step forward and appeared out of thin air above his elegant head.

The Primogen's eyes flashed with light and shadow, and a blue and white sword spun out.

boom!
An elegant head exploded.

The crystal skull shattered inside, and fragments of bone-like material fell to the ground.

The elegantly curved head exploded violently, and the magnificent machine shattered into shimmering fragments amidst a destructive roar.

Radolon looked up at the rain of debris that crashed to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

He, along with Thierry Vieira and others, confronted the Eldar Titans and discovered that they were far more powerful, swift, and terrifying than the Warlord Titans.

Titans are known as the machines of the gods, but Eldar Titans seem more deserving of the title of gods of the battlefield.

Lord Ninglu actually smashed his arm with a hammer and split his head open with a sword.

Lord Ninglu is incredibly powerful!
Radolon looked up at the majestic figure in the sky, the flames glittering as they slid down from its golden wings.

Nimrod slid his body and looked toward Saint Gilles.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, his sword flashing red.

Ninglu's obsidian eyes flashed, and the tip of his sword thrust forward, biting into the elegant wrist.

It's like the Ghost Knight willingly offering himself up to be attacked by Saint Gilles.

Foreknowledge!

Although Saint Gilles only fully accepted his prophetic abilities after the Battle of Signus, he still foresaw the actions of the Ghost Knights and their eventual victory.
Nimrod recalled how Saint Gilles destroyed a Dark Knight during the Battle of Sirioret, and then charged straight at the one-armed Eldar Titan.

A devastating hailstorm swept in.

With flapping wings, he spun around to dodge.

Amidst a sharp whistling sound, streaks of eerie light shot out from the heavy Nether Cannon.

The muscles of the "Chaos Mentor" twitched violently, his left arm contracted as if collapsing, and his back and right arm swelled.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh layers of armor that Phenus Manus forged for him slid down.

The Primogen's enormous body twisted and spun like a paper doll, while shrapnel grazed past it.

As the "Chaos Mentor" suddenly retracted its right arm, it twisted its waist and back, smashing into the giant's head.

boom!
Amidst the cracking sound, glittering shards of porcelain scattered.

Ninglu flapped his wings and rose up, looking toward the battlefield of Saint Gilles.

He noticeably increased the frequency of his attacks, the tip of his sword drawing brilliant arcs that shimmered with metallic luster as he tore off pieces of porcelain.

The Ghost Knight's body was covered in spiderwebs, and his elegant form was riddled with cracks.

As Ning Lu was gazing at the battlefield, he suddenly had a thought.

A terrifying scream that shook the entire Ark, carrying with it ancient sounds of loss and pain, swept in.

It contains the sound of the world's end, and hides the screams of a brilliant civilization on its deathbed.

Unprecedented pain knocked down one Astartes after another.

The psionic screams pierced their souls, and the various illusions scorched their hearts.

bang bang bang...

The Blood Angels fell in droves amidst ferocious screams, kneeling in agony, their bodies trembling.

Radolon steadied himself by leaning on his sword.

The shadows that maintained order in Teresa's mind were pale and struggling to stay afloat.

Thierry and the others gazed into the distance as an elegant construct appeared, moving to a strange rhythm.

(End of this chapter)