Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 82 Void Hunter

On the transport ship, Wojciech Belek reminded Nimrod.

"My Lord, you should name the new flagship."

"Afterwards, we need to inform the Imperial Fleet."

Upon hearing this, Nimrod looked away from the data pad. He thought for a moment before speaking.

"The advantage of the Relic-class battleship is its range, so let's call it the Void Hunter."

"It's like a hunter, delivering a deadly and precise blow to the enemy ship."

"Void Hunter," Wojciech repeated it, then continued, "An appropriate name."

Ningluo noticed a flash of confusion in Wojciech's eyes and asked.

"You have something else to say, but it's okay."

Wojciech's eyes instantly became firm when he heard this.

"My king, I also want to be transformed by the Astartes."

"Why?"

"After you gave me the power, I realized that the world is not made up of simple 0s and 1s as the servants of Om Messiah said."

Wojciech's eyes sparkled brightly, and his tone was full of longing.

"I want to explore the secrets. I heard that becoming an Astartes will give me power and a longer life. By exploring the secrets, I can better serve you."

Nimrod thought that the Astartes Legion also needed technical sergeants, so he agreed to Wojciech's request.

"Okay," he continued after thinking for a moment, "I'll leave the overall planning of the shipyard construction to Rosicky."

"After you undergo transformation, you will go to the Adeptus Mechanicus and complete your training as a Tech-Sergeant."

“Although their knowledge is not complete, it should be learned.”

"As you command, my lord."

Wojciech said happily with a smile on his face.

Ningluo cast his gaze out the window. The Relic-class battleship was even larger than the Sawtooth, a giant beast in the void.

A moment later, he was in the docking area, receiving a briefing from Howard.

"My Lord, fourteen regiments have already landed, and five regiments are currently landing."

"Sir, how should the transformation order be arranged?"

Ningluo had learned from the information on the data board on the transport ship that the 11th Legion currently had a total of 23 official pharmacists and 10 trainee pharmacists. He had already thought of a transformation plan.

"All regimental commanders and Wojciech will be transformed first, and the first platoon of each regiment will be transformed in turn, and so on."

The sooner the transformation begins, the better. Naturally, the first ones to undergo it will be the leaders of the Extraordinary Ones.

Howard glanced at Wojciech next to him and guessed what he was thinking.

"As you command, my lord."

After Howard left, Nimrod sent a message to Mikel, the Legion's chief pharmacist, asking about the deck they had chosen to house the equipment.

A moment later, the Primarch saw Mikel and other pharmacists with fanaticism in their eyes.

"Father, before, we could only watch the Luna Wolves expand rapidly, but now it's finally our turn..."

He almost blurted out "Reaper" out of habit, only to correct himself at the last moment.

"We order the shadows."

"Do you need anesthesia? While the extraction process shouldn't be too painful, it will make you more comfortable."

Mikkel said, raising his left arm.

The pharmacist's medical equipment is different from the medical suits used by other Imperial troops. It is connected to the power armor backpack and fixed to the left arm of the armor, forming a complete set of composite equipment.

Nimrod noticed that the liquid in the syringe in his hand was gray.

Mikel said proudly.

"This is a special anesthetic I made, collected from the horse lamp grass of Sebastian in the wild world. Just one drop is enough to knock down a horse."

"When I perform surgery on my brothers, I can control the duration of their superhuman bodies' temporary paralysis by adjusting the concentration."

He looked at his god-like father in front of him, and his tone suddenly became a little uncertain.

"I thought maybe it would make you lose the pain for a while."

"unnecessary."

Nimrod didn't like the feeling of losing control of his body, even for a moment.

"Let's begin." The technical attendant immediately took action and removed the armor on his upper body. He lay on the special operating table.

"Father, let's begin."

When Mikel saw Nimrod nod, he signaled the other pharmacists to take action.

The pharmacists raised their left arms and operated the special extractors, piercing the needles into the sacred body of their father.

Nimrod felt an itchy sensation on his skin, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

He frowned slightly and let his thoughts run wild.

Sequence 9, Sequence 8, and Sequence 7 Beyonders will not inherit Beyonder traits.

Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Beyonders will naturally inherit some Beyonder traits.

High-sequence Beyonders can freely control whether and how many Beyonder traits they inherit.

This is also an important criterion for sequence division. Gene extraction also falls under the realm of inheritance, so I will not pass on Beyonder traits to my genetic offspring.]
While he was thinking, Mikel spoke.

"Father, our work is done."

Nimrod put on his armor and said to Mikel and other pharmacists.

"Try your best to ensure the safety of all those undergoing surgery. If you find any abnormalities, stop immediately!"

His subordinates who started out by following him were different from others because he used his prestige as the father of genes to demand things from the pharmacists.

"As you command, Father."

Mikel and others bowed in agreement, and Nimrod then turned and left.

He arrived at the bridge and found that Rosicky had arrived and was handing over shipyard matters to Wojciech.

When they saw Nimrod, they immediately bowed and saluted.

Nimrod thought for a moment and then spoke.

"The shipyard was built on the Gray Moon, a satellite of Vostronia, as Wojciech suggested."

"There's no problem with the plan. Rosicky, just build it according to Wojciech's design."

After Nimrod confirmed Rosicky's loyalty to him through investigation, he trained him to be a "universalist".

"My king, please rest assured. I will do my best and will not let you down."

Ningluo's eyes flashed, "Playing with the moonstone on the gray moon can help me escape from the heavy pressure."

He used language to describe the function of the bracelet, and Rosicky immediately understood.

"My king, before I build anything, I will find every moonstone on the Gray Moon and present it to you."

Nimrod left the two men behind to continue the handover, and he walked to the command throne and sat down.

[Vostonia is my base camp, and I will leave a team to garrison there.

Furthermore, new soldiers will be recruited and selected from among the children.]
Nimrod recalled the scenes of his previous meetings with each officer. The person he left behind could not be a cruel person like Sesak, as that would only make the home world a mess.

After thinking for a moment, he decided on the candidate.

The captain of the Ninth Company, Thomas, is his descendant who inherited his psychic gifts.

Thinking of this, Nimrod sent a communication message to Thomas, and the captain of the 9th Company came upon the call.

The Primarch looked at his gene-offspring, whose eyes were unusually bright, and spoke.

"Thomas, are you willing to stay in Vostroya and select children with potential?"

"Father, I am willing to stay, even if it means losing the honor of following you in battle, but I will do what you need me to do."

Thomas spoke without a moment's hesitation.

"Very good," Nimrod nodded with satisfaction, "You will have the opportunity to fight alongside me."

"But now, you are the only one who is suitable for this position. I can only hand over our home world to you."

When Thomas heard this, he felt as if he was illuminated by the sun, and he said happily.

"As you wish, my father."

Nimrod and Thomas discussed in detail for five days to finalize the recruitment standards, plans and programs.

He then received a report that the officer had changed the livery as he requested.

Nimrod decided to set off immediately. He sent a message to Horus, and an enthusiastic voice came from the communicator.

"Nimrod, my brother, please come to my ship and discuss this."

(End of this chapter)