Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 780 Ninglu's Burning Ambition, Accepting the Lonely and Destitute Nun of Silence

Saint Gilles watched as the Eldar fled in terror. Only a very small number of Eldar warriors remained, gathered around the war shamans from their shrines, retreating in an orderly fashion.

Most of the Eldar fled for their lives like a disorganized mob.

His gaze shifted, and he suddenly saw the orderly shadows of black armor and the silent nun with her high-bun hairstyle rushing past his feet on either side.

Just as Saint Gilles was about to give the attack order, he suddenly saw the blood-red armor come into view.

The ever-planned Ladoron had anticipated the possibility of launching a pursuit.

As the unsettling Titan, laden with wreckage, passed by, he led his regrouped Blood Angels in an attack before his Primarch could give the order.

Ninglu's gaze lingered briefly on the blood-armored warrior before turning to the Abyss Knight, who was leading eleven squads in an attack, wielding a greatsword at the forefront.

Following closely behind her was a standard five-man witch hunter squad equipped with bomb guns and flamethrowers, followed by a watchman squad wielding executioner's greatswords.

The Primarch's eyes flashed as he silently calculated the range of the psionic mist:

Abyss Knight, 92 meters tall.

……

The senior nun who serves as the team leader is thirty-eight meters tall.

The formal nun of silence, twenty-three meters tall, took the vow of tranquility.

Ninglu turned his gaze and it landed on Aitsaac.

The psionic mist surrounding this negative Omega-level untouchable being was only nineteen meters high.

Indeed, wild ones are not as good as professionally trained ones.

Etzar possessed a higher psychic aptitude than any of the Silent Sisters, meeting the requirements for a Chulisas assassin, but his suppressive power was even inferior to that of an ordinary Silent Sister.
A burning ambition ignited in Ninglu's eyes. He became even more determined to extend a helping hand to the lonely nuns after the grand birthday celebration, who were despised by the high lords and whose fellow soldiers, the Imperial Guard, had not offered any assistance.

[I simply cannot bear to see the Silent Sisters, who gave countless lives for the Empire and nearly bled themselves dry, wandering alone in misery.]
As Nimrod's ambitions burned, Eitsak, wielding a falcon, strode forward.

The misty fog dissipated rapidly, as if making way for him.

Without the repulsive spear on his back, he moved with far greater speed than usual.

Driven by his instinctive aversion, Etsack caught up with the first hunting party.

His sharp eyes were fixed on the chainsaw sword in the Eldar's hand, inlaid with rubies.

The employer, Lord Ninglu, promised before the battle that he would reward him after the battle based on the targets he killed and the spoils he obtained.

Unlike the other Vesaans who worshipped Nimrod as a pagoda god, Etsak was always driven by material wealth.

He longed to fill his hive tower with royal coins.

Etsak leaped into the air and pounced on the Eldar running through the shadows of the Crystal Pillars Forest.

The war shaman, born from the Assault Scorpion Shrine, suddenly sensed something, causing the chill to dissipate and the sweet scent to fade.

He knew this meant that the evil claws of Eldar's greatest enemy—the Thirsty Lady—had been raised.

The war shaman slowed his pace, just about to search for his fellow exiled kin in the vicinity.

The ugly construct shrouded in despair that the monkey had previously possessed, once the veil was torn open, he sensed the aura of a vile and malevolent enemy.

He immediately realized that the deaths of countless of his kind had already drawn the attention of the thirsty lady.

The curtain tore open, the fissures unfolded, and as if he were savoring his favorite Elven cheese, the souls of the dead were also presented to the Thirsty Lady.

Sai Lansresh's insatiable desires craved the souls of the living.

Scattering and fleeing was their only option.

The more of one's kind gathers, the more likely it is to attract the attention of a thirsty lady.

When he went into exile, he only dared to take three trusted members of his clan with him.

He knew that no one but the Prophet could save others from this catastrophe.

Lilith favored them, and they did not attract the thirsty lady.

Now he had finally escaped death. The three assault scorpions stopped with their war shaman, about to speak, when suddenly a cold glint appeared.

Phew!

The short sword pierced the spine of an assault scorpion, its blood-stained tip emerging from its front.

Noisy!
The laser beam struck the armor of another Assault Scorpion, burning a large hole in the ornate green armor.

"Monkey!" the war shaman shouted, staring at the black-armored monkey with disgust.

The black-armored monkey was even less emotional than his inferior kin.

He was like an empty stone, a black hole devoid of any emotion.

The war shaman strode swiftly through the crystal pillar forest.

The other two Assault Scorpions also rushed into the rock pillar jungle. They could not rely on the monotonous and lacking emotional focus of the monkey warriors they had captured in the past to lock onto their target, but the spectral analyzer of the helmet aiming system locked onto the hollow black-armored warrior.

Driven by psionic sensors, two weapon bays resembling scorpion mandibles on the cheeks emitted beams of bright light.

The beam of light shot toward Eitsack, but lost focus midway and aimlessly crashed into the surrounding crystal pillars.

Pu Chi Pu Chi...

The war shaman was taken aback when he saw that the psionic targeting attack had completely failed.

A repulsive black light rose up, and the monkey, with a speed far exceeding that of its crude kin and comparable to that of the swift Assault Scorpion, pierced into the sturdy armor of the Assault Scorpion.

The war shaman stared at the short sword the monkey had drawn; the hilt of the sword, carved with an eagle, was just as repulsive as the monkey.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and to verify it, he abruptly raised his hand.

A misty fog suddenly rose up, enveloping him and another assault scorpion.

The two spirit race members who had been "hidden" attacked the black-armored monkey from both sides simultaneously.

The War Witch who has completed the quest is far more swift than the Assault Scorpion.

Unlike similar weapons used by humans and other races, the serrated teeth of the Devouring Blade Chainsaw did not hiss; they spun silently in the war shaman's hand.

The war witch dragged her chainsaw sword with both arms, slashing it at the black-armored monkey.

He got closer and closer to the unresponsive black-armored monkey when suddenly the mist surrounding him vanished.

With his gaze fixed on Etsack, who was hidden beneath the veil, he slid to the side and back to dodge the incoming chainsaw sword.

His shoulders tilted downwards, and the hilt of his sword rose from his waist, the blade pointing upwards.

The barb at the tip of the sword caught on the blade, and Eitsak swung it around with great force.

The Vesa chieftain's immense strength shook the green-armored Elven's body. He loosened his grip on his left hand, causing the laser pistol to slip from his hand. He then swiftly reached out and accurately seized the Elven's wrist.

With a forceful twist, Etsak broke the war witch's wrist.

His Vesa-style hand-to-hand combat skills, honed through countless trials, allowed him to easily slip and grasp the hilt of the chainsaw sword.

Swing your arms forcefully.

The Falcon Dagger pierced the neck of the war shaman who had lost his balance.

[It really was him...]

Isolation... Thirst... Lady...

Suppressing... psionic energy...
The war shaman, his mind hazy, thought in astonishment.

Etsak drew his Falcon Shortsword, his left arm taut, straining to control the War Wizard's two-handed chainsaw sword as he slashed at the oncoming green armor.

His left arm trembled as he struggled to control the spinning trajectory of the chainsaw sword.

Having defeated all the enemies and obtained the spoils, he warily turned his gaze toward the three o'clock position.

A tall woman with a high bun and a greatsword in her hand strode over.

(End of this chapter)