Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 275 The Byzantine Incident

Nicholas followed his mentor, Thomas, the curator of the think tank, into the Norman city marked III.

With the modification surgery less than two-thirds complete, he wore a suit of Vostorian-style precision-engineered power armor, the design of which was inspired by the STC presented by the Arbitration Lord before the Primarch returned to the Empire.

The Vostorian-type precision-engineered power armor is now commonly issued to Legion recruits who have not yet received power armor, as well as some auxiliary officers.

After walking one kilometer, Nicholas heard his mentor's voice in his ear.

"Ice Blade Storm!"

“Mentor, as you wish,” Nicholas responded loudly, raising his psionic staff.

Runes of wind and ice blades lit up, originating from the tomb of Fenris' former king, recorded by Arsena Dunn.

After Thomas became the director of the think tank, he communicated with him, learned his secrets, and then included them in the think tank.

The Fenris, including Nicholas, possess unique psychic abilities; they can wield the power of wind and ice, and cannot be categorized into the five current psychic factions of humans and the Vlaorians.

Thomas taught him according to his own aptitude and taught him the runes from the tomb of King Fenris.

Nicholas has mastered the secrets of three of the runes: Wind, Ice Blade, and Combination Rune. He has engraved the three runes on his psionic staff.

Above Nicholas's head, rapidly spinning winds and sharp ice blades appeared.

The third combination rune lit up, and wind and ice blades quickly converged.

Nicholas swung his psionic staff, unleashing a storm of ice blades that swept towards the Normans.

Before the Normans could react, several swirling ice blades slashed at him, cutting him and his followers into pieces.

Thomas glanced at it and praised, "Not bad, you've already begun to harness the power of the storm."

“This is all thanks to my mentor,” Nicholas said humbly, thanking Thomas for his guidance, while confidently gripping his staff. “I will definitely become an excellent think tank.”

"To become an excellent think tank member, you need to hone your skills in all aspects, not just psychic abilities," Thomas instructed his apprentice.

"shooting."

Nicholas hung the staff on his waist and took out the psionic ranger-type laser gun from behind his back.

Compared to the ordinary Ranger Laser Gun, the Psionic Gun uses a special Psionic Crystal.

Unlike ordinary psionic crystals that passively generate laser beams, this model requires the user to actively inject psionic energy, so only psionicists can use it.

An icy glint appeared in Nicholas's eyes. Under his mentor's guidance, he had found his own warp vision, which was his memory of Fenris.

As the forces of the subspace converged, the new recruits of the 9th Company of the 8th Regiment behind them felt a howling wind, as if they had been pulled into a frozen wasteland.

The runes on the psionic ranger-style laser gun flickered. Nicholas branded ice blade runes onto his gun, redrawing the psionic energy link and fundamentally changing the laser beam it emitted.

Ice blades shot towards Troyes, smashing their heads and necks to pieces.

Thomas nodded in satisfaction and continued on his way with his apprentice.

The rescued humans excitedly rushed towards the think tank director, shouting in a strange Gothic language:

"You've come... to save us?"

Please save us.

Thomas used his mind-reading ability to understand their meaning.

He ordered the commander of the 1st Vostochny Regiment: "Send someone to appease them."

Thomas continued on with his apprentices, and two kilometers later they encountered Norman's hundred-man squad.

The Normans rode in golden chariots, which were branded with countless runes.

Their honeycomb-shaped eyes flickered as they simultaneously pointed their canes at the runes.

The power of the mind converged and erupted from the gun-shaped device at the front of the chariot, sweeping towards Thomas.

Thomas's expression was solemn. He ascended to the third level of Thelma, and his mental power surged forth, forming an invisible high wall in front of him.

Nicholas's eyes gleamed; in his ethereal vision, he could see the mental storm unleashed by the Normans crashing against the mental walls constructed by Thomas.

Amidst the deafening crash, the aftershocks of the impact reverberated through the mind.

An invisible shriek rang in Nicholas's ears; his face turned pale, and his body swayed. At that moment, his mentor's voice echoed in his mind.

"Stay calm! Now is your time to prove that you have the potential to become a think tank!"

"Ascend to the first level of Thelma's mental state!"

Nicholas is the only one among the think tank apprentices who has mastered the Thelma technique, a skill that even some editors have not yet acquired.

Nicholas received a telepathic reminder from his mentor, and he silently recited it in his mind.

[Nicholas, calm down. The toughest moments of battle are when you'll truly be tested.]
An iceberg appeared in his eyes, and a shriek crashed into the iceberg, producing a piercing scraping sound.

Nicholas put himself into a Thelma meditation state, and the shrieking sounds around him subsided slightly.

He then allowed himself to enter the first level of the Thelma state of mind, isolating himself from the mental shockwave.

Thomas, sensing that his apprentice had successfully resisted the mental shock, sent him another mental pulse.

"I am exhausted from defending against the Normans' psychological attacks. You and the Shadow of Order, deal with them."

“Yes, Master.” Nicholas drew his power sword and pressed the rune.

He held a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right, charging forward alongside the shadowy figures of order behind him.

The Shadow of Order raised its blaster and fired a volley at the Normans.

An invisible protective shield rose from the Normans' golden chariots, and explosive shells shot out from it, crackling and popping.

Nicholas's ethereal vision captured the weakest point of the shield's colored light, and he swung his psionic staff.

Three runes lit up one after another, and Nicholas tried his best to control dozens of ice blades, blasting them at the weak points of the psionic shield.

With a loud bang, a crack appeared in the psionic shield, and Nicholas leaped onto the Norman's golden wagon, wielding his charged sword to slash.

As the Normans died one by one, the pressure on Thomas lessened. He watched as Nicholas wielded his power sword, swiftly slashing at the Normans, and nodded in satisfaction.

Nova Polya’s cities were conquered one by one, the Normans were cleansed and purified, and humanity, which had been enslaved for thousands of years, was liberated.

By the end of 823, all the cities of Nova Polya had been liberated, and the remaining few Normans and Troyes fled like rats in the sewers.

Nimrod summoned the technical priest Wojciech Belik and said to him:
"Nova Polya has a standard construction template; you lead your retinue to search for it."

Wojciech has far fewer mechanical parts than other technical priests of his age.

After receiving the "Generalist" power bestowed upon him by Lord Nimrod, he did not enhance his brain in any way.

“The Divine Template!” Wojciech exclaimed. He had no doubt about Lord Nimrod’s words; he had long regarded the Lord as the incarnation of Om Messiah.

“My lord, I will definitely find the sacred template!” Wojciech said excitedly, finding the sacred template would be his honor.

Nimrod returned to the Shadow of Kings and listened to the Primarch's squire's report.

"My lord, the Fifteenth Legion suffered heavy losses in Byzantium this year after setting out again from Medusa."

"They have submitted a report to you and the Emperor, stating that they are temporarily unable to continue the expedition."

Ning Lu's heart stirred upon hearing this.

[823 AD, Byzantium.]

The loss is a lie; the real issue is the mutation of flesh and blood.

The first major crisis for the Thousand Sons Legion was most likely orchestrated by Tzeentch, the "Master of All Changes."
Ning Lu frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but think of his psionic subordinates and the easily corrupted "witches" and other extraordinary individuals.

If corrupted by chaos, one may not be able to resist it by relying solely on willpower and the Thelma mindset.

The only option is to bring them into the "Land of Chaos" and use the power of the source matter to isolate the subspace.

Although my children and I may not be a priority, it's still important to remind them.
While Ninglu was pondering, the original body attendant continued to report.

"Therefore, the Emperor has dispatched the Fourteenth and Eighteenth Legions to your command."

"The commander of the Eighteenth Army Corps, Cassian Vaughn, has sent an interstellar communication requesting your orders."

“Send two legions to Sepra Mundi; I will meet them there,” Nimrod ordered.

(End of this chapter)