Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 81 From today on, you are the shadows of order
[Hmm? What does Old Man Huang mean? Is he suggesting I choose a weapon, the Spear of Dionysus? Don't even think about it.]
Nimrod smiled, "Yes, I want to choose a weapon."

He took a step to the left with a malicious look, paused for two seconds in front of the Spear of Dionysus, and then stepped towards the silver power fist.

"I'm going to choose this."

A hint of disappointment flashed across the Emperor's golden eyes. He smiled, as if considering Nimrod.

"You only have one chance, have you thought it through?"

"I'll give you a chance to choose again."

"No, I've already chosen him."

The disappointment in Old Man Huang's eyes grew even stronger, so strong that Ning Lu could detect it with his keen perception.

He pretended not to notice and turned his head to look at the gloves.

The Emperor stepped forward, and even in his disappointment, he presented the artifact to the Primarch as promised.

"This glove was also obtained during the 'Unification War'. Its original owner was the technological warlord Guimarães."

"During the battle, it released an invisible force field, restraining a team of imperial guards."

"After I killed Guimarães, it became my collection. I discovered that it would occasionally emit golden light, and the surrounding objects would be disturbed by some force, becoming more..."

The emperor's golden eyes flashed, and he instantly thought of the right words.

"The objects around him will be arranged according to some internal law."

"More than a dozen weapons in my treasury were once removed from their original positions and rearranged according to size."

"Later, I set up a rune force field, and no strange things happened again."

The Emperor said, dispelling the rune array, his golden eyes scanning Nimrod's left hand.

"Guimarão's left arm was modified with a prosthetic, presumably to allow him to wear boxing gloves."

"It will fit you perfectly."

Ningluo picked up the silver gloves, put them on his hands, and immediately had a strange feeling.

Old Man Huang was right in front of him. He didn't bother to ask and just put on the power gloves.

Ningluo opened his left palm and clenched it again.

Just the right size, flexible and retractable.

"Let's go."

The emperor said this and walked out first.

Nimrod followed beside him, suppressing his burgeoning spirituality and curiosity about the silver gloves.

At this time, he heard Old Man Huang speak.

"I have spoken with your brother, Horus. He will help you adjust, and you will act together."

"When he deems you capable of serving as a corps commander, you will independently command the 33rd Fleet."

Nimrod nodded. He knew that every returning Primarch would go through this process, and there were three main people who taught the Primarchs to adapt to the transformation - the Emperor, Malcador and Horus.

Horus and Vulkan were taught by the Emperor himself, while Russ studied under Malcador.

Because both of them had other important things to do, Horus was the one who played the role of instructor the most. Brothers such as Saint Jarles and Fulgrim all followed him to learn.

In the process, Horus established friendly relations with most of his brothers, which was one of the sources of his great influence.

Now with Nimrod, he was not averse to the emperor's decision.

Nimrod spoke up and said, "I will be ready as soon as possible."

The Emperor nodded with satisfaction, and as the two of them walked out of the private treasury, Nimrod looked back with nostalgia.

As Ningluo walked towards the tarmac, the communicator suddenly rang. He opened his mouth and heard Wojciech's voice.

"My king, as per your orders, the armor has been adjusted accordingly. You may put it on now."

After seeing the armor made by the craftsmen, Nimrod was not satisfied, so he told Wojciech about the improvement plan, and he was responsible for communicating with the accompanying craftsmen.

After a brief thought, he decided to return to the Sawtooth, put on his armor, and then head to his new flagship.

On the way, he gave orders to Howard to dispatch twenty-nine regiments to the Relic-class battleship.

As a powerful battleship, this behemoth, which has not yet had any soldiers stationed on board, can carry more than 70,000 people.

A sidereal hour later, on the casting deck of the Sawtooth, Nimrod, with the help of numerous skilled craftsmen, put on the armor specially made for him.

The entire set of armor is pitch black, and apart from a red cloak, there are not many decorations added, only a pattern branded on the chest.

On the chest is the symbol of the "Black Emperor" path, composed of disordered dark black arcs, wings, spikes and an abstract crown.

The pattern on the chest is similar to the background color, and ordinary people may ignore it as a shadow if they don't look carefully.

The twelve company commanders, including Saisak, who were standing nearby, could naturally see it clearly.

Nimrod had spoken with all the legions, and now he decided to release the reform plan he had been preparing for the 11th Legion, turning the "Reapers" into his own legion.

"As you can see, starting today, the Legion's power armor will be repainted black."

"Wojciech, show them the pattern on the chest."

Wojciech hugged the data tablet to his chest, feeling pressured by the looks from the company commanders.

The company commanders saw the pattern on the chest clearly. Compared with Ningluo's chest, the only thing missing was the abstract crown.

After a moment of silence, they spoke in unison.

"As you wish."

Ningluo walked in front of the crowd. He adapted to the armor while walking. He looked down at everyone and continued to explain his reform plan.

"All ships and vehicles of the Legion have been repainted."

"You are no longer called Reapers. From today on, you are the Shadows of Order."

The Primarch noticed, and the captains froze for a moment.

Company Captain Sesak asked directly.

"Father, why did you change the name of the Legion? What does the Shadow of Order mean?"

"An empire cannot be built on killing."

"Killing is only a means to an end. What's more crucial is the new order we will bring to the world after conquering it."

Sesak subconsciously wanted to refute that the Astartes were the Emperor's angels of death, and the 11th Legion was even more so.

When he looked into the dark eyes of the Father of Genes, he felt a pressure like a mountain.

Saesak's lips, which had just shown his teeth, closed instantly, as if magnets were attracting each other.

He tilted his head slightly to avoid the gaze of the Gene Father and thought silently in his heart.

[It's just the name of the regiment.]
Nimrod keenly sensed that Sesak, Third Company Captain Samir, Seventh Company Captain Sanchez, and Eighth Company Captain Robin all frowned.

They did not object, but they did not accept the ideas they conveyed.

He didn't ask any questions. The "reaper" was used as a butcher's knife, and it was difficult to change the habit for a while.

Nimrod would not drive his cruel offspring to the edge of the galaxy like Corax did.

He decided to change them subtly in the future, he continued.

"But fighting and killing are necessary, so we are the shadow of order."

"We will be like a shadow, covering our enemies."

"Order will emerge from the shadows."

Nimrod explained part of the reason, and the other part was that he wanted to bind the entire legion to the Shadow of Order.

The shadow of order points to the "Black Emperor".

Paint jobs and legion emblems on chests are all means of establishing connections.

Hearing what Ningluo said, the four company commanders who had been slightly disgusted just now relaxed their brows and spoke in unison.

"We are the Shadows of Order. We use killing as a means to bring order!"

Nimrod nodded in satisfaction, and he continued.

"Convey my philosophy to the soldiers of your company and complete the preparations."

Afterwards, Nimrod and Wojciech boarded the transport ship and headed towards the Relic-class battleship.

The other three transport ships carried the 11th Legion's pharmacists, medical equipment and other supplies.

(End of this chapter)