Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 212 Modian's Change
In the Primarch Palace, John, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up and stared at the Black Wolf.

The "monster" trembled all over, instinctively sensing that the black wolf was dangerous.

Black Wolf had grown accustomed to being in the "Land of Chaos," and his sudden return to the real world, appearing in the void ship, felt like stepping into another world.

While he was in a daze, he suddenly felt hostility.

Black Wolf glanced at Strongbrain Cat, knowing he was Ninglu's pet.

No, he's Nimrod's pet, and so am I.

No, I'm not like him.
Black Wolf took two steps around Ning Lu, raised his head, and said arrogantly.

"Listen to me from now on."

"Sigh..." Black Wolf sighed in a human-like manner, "You can't understand what I'm saying, and you can't answer me. That's just who we are..."

John watched the black wolf warily, struggling to suppress the fear that his heightened inspiration was causing him.

“I understand what you’re saying, but I got here before you.”

Black Wolf was taken aback and looked at Brainy Cat in surprise.

He spoke after a few seconds.

"The same to you……"

Black Wolf didn't know what to call their kind of creatures; in his long life, he had encountered other creatures similar to himself.

But each time they encountered each other, after a cautious exchange, they both instinctively avoided each other.

Black Wolf stared at Brainy Cat for a while before speaking.

No, you and I are still different.

Nimrod observed John's fear and Black Wolf's arrogance, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

He stretched out his large hand and patted the black wolf's thick fur.

"Do you have a name?"

“I…” Black Wolf raised his head high, “My followers used to call me the Wolf God.”

"Wolf God..."

The image of Horus appeared in Ninglu's mind, and the smile on his lips became more pronounced.

"I know another bald guy called Wolf God. You should change your name."

He spoke, recalling Black Wolf's penchant for dragging people into nightmares.

"Freddy, your name is Freddy."

"Freddy..."

Black Wolf's tone was deep and mysterious.

Nimrod ignored the power struggle between Freddy and John; the outcome was already predetermined. The Black Wolf was an incomplete mythical creature, far beyond the reach of extraordinary beings.

The next day, the Primarch was handling official business in his office when his attendant walked in.

"Sir, the Third Regiment has arrived. Company Commander Mikhailovsky of the Second Company and Company Commander Gregorz of the Third Company request an audience."

"Let them in."

A moment later, two black-armored warriors with deep black crescent moons painted on their right shoulder armor entered and bowed in salute.

"Father."

"No need to be polite."

Ninglu glanced at the items they were holding and noticed the disc-shaped flower in the crystal in Mikhailovsky's hand.

It resembles a blooming sun, with wavy edges that look like golden waves.

Ninglu saw a spiritual light shining on the flowers.

[It's a Phnom Penh sunflower; now the "Singer" potion is complete.]
Sensing Ninglu's gaze, Mikhailovsky spoke up.

“Father, the one I’m holding is a sunflower with gold trim.”

"Modian is half perpetual night and half perpetual day, neither of which is suitable for plant growth, but this flower grows on the side with perpetual day, which is very peculiar."

“That’s interesting, that’s the wonder of life,” Nimrod asked with a smile. “How many are there?”

“We have brought 1,023 flowers, along with other rare items, which have been delivered to your treasury.”

"very good."

Ninglu nodded in satisfaction. He had decided that the Second Battle Group, where Wilshire was located, would focus on developing the "Sun" pathway for Extraordinary Beings.

Their purifying abilities are best suited to combating chaos.

He had already selected 154 men from the Honor Guard through observation; the Sunflower Medallion was sufficient for the time being. Ninglu then asked, "How is the Third Battle Group doing?"

Mikhailovsky presented the sunflower with gold trim, earning the praise of the father of genetics, who then gave the opportunity to report back to his friend.

Gregor said, "Father, the chapter has completely taken control of Modian."

"After the Dark Lord learned about the situation in Mordian, he discovered that the suicide rate among Mordians was far higher than the Empire's average, and there were two natural factors involved."

"On the one hand, the Modians lived in perpetual darkness, and on the other hand, the planet lacked the Coriolis effect due to its lack of rotation, which prevented the formation of any strong winds, resulting in a thick and dark atmosphere."

“Those who do not commit suicide are gloomy and fearless. Lord Bucayo decided to preserve the heroic qualities of the Modian people and eliminate their suicidal tendencies.”

Ninglu nodded slightly. He knew that apart from Nostramore, where Coz had landed, Modian had the highest suicide rate in the world.

After the grand birthday celebration ended and Nostramo was destroyed, Mordian became the planet with the highest suicide rate among all the worlds of the Empire.

This is not something to be proud of; it's a good thing that Bucayo was able to change the suicidal tendencies of the Modian people.

The "Modian Iron Guards," dressed in brightly colored uniforms, represent a form of resistance against oppression.

"Great, how's it going?"

"My lord, there is another factor contributing to the high suicide rate among the Mordians."

"Hundreds of millions of Mordians live on a land that is only one-tenth the size of Terra. Their scarce resources are controlled by the Four Kings, and the people live in constant hardship, relying entirely on armed forces for suppression."

In Ninglu's memory, the high suicide rate remained unchanged after Mordian returned to the Empire.

The four kings transformed into a group of acting kings, strictly controlling and allocating the planet's scarce resources, which naturally breeds discontent among the people.

When the "Modian Iron Guard" was not deployed to the war zone, its main task was to carry out authoritarian repression.

"My lord, starting from here, the food delivered by the Cradle of the Sea has brought the Mordians a joy they have never experienced before."

"The people of Mordian now wholeheartedly embrace the new order and praise you and the Lord's name."

"According to statistics, the suicide rate among the Modian people has dropped from 1.44 per thousand to 5.2 per ten thousand."

Ning Lu nodded in satisfaction, "Well done."

"What is the status of the legions and auxiliary forces?"

"Modian's personnel are of very good quality. A total of 18,453 candidates passed the initial selection and are undergoing further training and selection."

"A total of 7,913 auxiliary troops were selected and trained, and they were reorganized into three regiments. They all came with us to the Flame Wheel Star System this time."

Upon hearing that the Mordian Auxiliary Army had taken shape, Nimrod decided to name it after their future.

"Modian's auxiliary army is called the 'Modian Iron Guard'."

“Father, this name suits the Modian people very well.”

After receiving the briefing, Ninglu expressed satisfaction with the progress of Modian.

He also believed that Bukayo could reshape the order of Modian and integrate the essence of the culture into the Third Warband.

"Strategic map".

Alsena manipulates the control staff to display the Flame Wheel Galaxy and highlight the holographic image of Planet Two.

"The five orc fortresses on Planet Two will be your touchstone."

"Father, we will definitely not let you down."

The two company commanders answered in unison. After they left, Ninglu began to summon members of the Honor Guard and train those who passed the test to become extraordinary.

Ning Lu spoke with each of the new members of the royal court.

Two days later, his last meeting was with Wilshire.

After drinking the golden potion, Wilshire, under the guidance of the Father of Genetics, restrained his scattered power.

Ninglu looked at the "singer" and spoke.

"Use the power I have given you to inspire the shadows of other orders."

Nimrod believed that Wilhelm's most suitable position was that of a priest, but Logar Aurelion had not yet returned, and the priesthood had not yet been introduced into the legions.

He didn't try to be the first to establish the position of pastor; he simply went with the flow.

Wilshire said confidently, "Father, I will not let you down."

At the same moment Wilshire returned to the Second Warband, the Third Warband also completed its landing.

Heavy transport ships crushed the shattered bunkers, spewing out armored vehicles adapted for siege warfare.

Troop transport ships slowly descended, and swarms of orderly shadows and "Modian Iron Guards" stepped onto the land of Planet Two.

As stormbirds and bombers launched air raids on the Orc fortress, Mikhailovsky inspected the fortress's defensive arrangements.

(End of this chapter)