Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 276 "The Instigator"

Terra, the hive capital of Treon, the lower hive, Monteriggioni.

Maria Kournikova, dressed in a black robe, stands in the shadows, "instigating" the burly man in front of her.

“Desire, you were originally a worker in Zhongchao. Although you worked hard every day, you also had your own family.”

"Now that you've lost your family and are forced to flee your nest, who caused all of this?"

Although the tall woman in front of her spoke somewhat unfamiliar Gothic, Desire felt an unusual sense of warmth towards her, as every word she spoke seemed to be for her benefit.

He even felt a sense of familiarity with the tall woman, which reminded him of his wife.

“It was Louis! I believed him, and to show that I was well-informed, I told the other drunks that ‘the Shadow of Order are all wizards, and they are all dangerous people.’”

"When I said that, I didn't know what the Shadow of Order was, but I also didn't know why I said it. Maybe it was the tone of Louis's voice that made people subconsciously believe it."

Desiree was lost in memories, his face full of confusion.

"Later, Louis found me before the law enforcement came knocking and took me to the lower nest."

"Although I survived, I lost everything."

Desire clenched his fists and shouted, "Louis, it's all your fault!"

The “instigator” continued to “instigate”: “If you had a weapon, would you take revenge on the person who caused you to lose everything?”

"Yes!" Desire's eyes were filled with rage, and the veins on his fists bulged.

“I will avenge you,” Maria said, pulling out an automatic pistol and a dagger.

The weapons were not manufactured in Vostonia, which would allow the conspirators behind them to quickly identify them.

Maria obtained them from the Terra gang, and the person behind them couldn't trace them back to themselves.

“Use the weapon I’ve given you to take revenge!” the “Instigator” said as he watched Desiree take the weapon.

Desire put away his weapon, and filled with rage, he stepped out of the dome and into the dark, damp pipes.

Desiree saw a dozen or so people around him who looked like him. He knew that these people had followed Louis to survive and had long since become his followers.

He suppressed his anger, knowing he only had one chance.

Desire gripped the pistol in his pocket and walked toward Louis.

“Do you know why you’ve fallen to this filthy place?” Louis’s voice was deep and magnetic.

"Why?" asked a man dressed in blue work clothes, who was covered in dirt.

"Because you spoke the truth, but some people don't want you to speak the truth."

"The Shadow of Order and the Thousand Sons are wizards; they only bring destruction."

Another thin worker angrily pounded on the pipe.

“Louis is right, we are just telling the truth.”

Louis's words seemed to have some kind of magic, infecting everyone around him.

They were also willing to believe what Louis said, because only in this way would they not regret the price they had paid.

Desiree roared twice, but the object of his hatred was Louis.

Desiree walked up to Louis, pulled a pistol from his pocket, and shot him.

Bang bang bang!
Desire's shooting skills weren't great, but he was close enough that he wouldn't miss.

"Desire, what are you doing!"

"Desiree, have you gone mad?"

The others were taken aback and exclaimed in surprise.

Desire ignored them, the word "revenge" uttered by the tall woman echoing in his ears.

He vented his anger at losing his family and being forced to flee to the lower nest by firing the trigger.

The bullet struck Louis, splattering blood, but he did not fall.

A non-human roar erupted from his body, and the workers hesitated and stopped in their tracks. The sound was like that of a wild beast, terrifying them.

The sound echoed through the pipes, traveling farther and farther.

A kilometer away, the giant rat, hearing the inhuman roar, fled in panic.

A thick arm emerged from Louis's body and lifted Desire up.

“Speak! Who did you see? Who told you to do this?”

Desiree and the workers stared in horror at Louis, wondering how such a thick arm could extend from a human body.

"monster!"

The workers screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.

Louis seemed to wake from a long dream; his eyes widened, and he didn't know why an arm had sprouted from his body.

"What's wrong with me?"

Another thick arm emerged from Louis's body, and his entire upper body was a bloody mess.

The newly extended arm grabbed the ribs forcefully and then threw it with force.

Ribs flew out one by one, heading towards the fleeing workers, each bone piercing their brains.

“Get out of my body! Get out of here!” Louis cried out in anguish.

"Shut up!" A thick arm roared as it gripped Louis's throat, his body falling to the ground like a broken toy.

"Speak!" Desire had never seen such a horrifying scene. His legs were soaking wet with fear, and his cold voice sounded like a chilling wind blowing from the underworld in mythology.

His body trembled. "A woman...it's a woman...please let me go."

"What kind of woman?" A non-human voice echoed within Louis's body.

“A tall…woman…” Desiree trembled as he spoke in horror:
"She was wearing... a black hooded... robe..."

"I can't see... what she looks like..."

"Useless!" A non-human roar echoed from within Louis's body.

In his last moments before dying, Desiree only felt his neck being snapped.

"woman?"

"What a trick!"

“Nimrod…Magnus…which one…”

Louis's body shattered and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"I'd like to know who it is?"

At the same time, Maria returned to her temporary base, an abandoned factory.

When Dementieva saw Maria return, she immediately asked, "How did it go?"

"It should have been resolved by now."

"We just need to wait a while and see if they show up to find out."

Upon hearing Maria's words, Tesvetana said, "Those workers have neither the guts nor the brains to do such a thing."

"There must be someone behind this."

“That’s right,” Maria agreed with her, “the struggle against them will continue for a long time.”

She whispered, "We must eliminate the enemy for our lord."

As the three “instigators” spoke, in the Primitive Office of the Shadow of Royal Power.

Wojciech Belik excitedly told Nimrod, "Your Majesty, I have found it!"

"I have found the sacred building template!"

“Very good,” Ninglu nodded slightly, then asked knowingly, “What is it?”

Wojciech's mechanical tentacles tapped against his chest.

Red and green lights flashed rapidly, and a square chip popped out.

Wojciech's mechanical tentacles gripped the chip, and he said excitedly.

"My lord, I have extracted data from an ancient machine and stored it inside."

"After research, it was found to be a sacred construction template for combat tanks."

"It is easy to manufacture and easy to maintain."

Ning Lu nodded slightly and said, "Since you discovered it, let's name it after your surname."

"Call it the Belik battle tank."

Upon hearing this, Wojciech exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, my lord!"

The discovery of the sacred templates, named after him, brought him immense glory.

Wojciech could foresee that the name of Belik would be sung throughout the many casting worlds, for he had found the mortal vessel of the god of machines.

"I will authorize the standard building templates for use in the foundry world, and you will be the one to select them for me."

Unlike the Battle Moon, which is Orc technology and only a portion of the Forgeworld is willing to study, requiring Rosicky Chech's connections to find buyers.

All of the forging worlds desire to acquire knowledge of the Belik battle tank, and Wojciech can find a buyer.

In this situation, as a member of the oil enthusiasts, he is much more suitable than Rosicky, an outsider, and his reputation will also increase significantly during this period.

This was precisely Nimrod's aim; he believed that many in the foundry world would see the benefits of cooperating with him.

"Thank you for your trust. I will do my best to live up to your expectations," Wojciech said respectfully.

Nimrod then asked Alsena, "What is the value of Nova Pólya?"

“My lord, the local resources of Nova Polya are generally average, the only special thing is the golden sunstone used as a decorative material.”

"As per your command, all future mined golden sunstones will be sent to the Shadow of Reign."

"The local people were enslaved by the Normans for thousands of years, resulting in a decline in technology and culture, and a weak physique. It can be said that their overall quality was poor."

The Primarch's servants believed it was time to report on the implementation of the Black Emperor's previous orders.

"As you command, distribute one-third of the Normans' food to the local people."

The Normans had some physical similarities to humans, and the food they enslaved the local inhabitants to produce was also edible for humans.

"For the first time in thousands of years, the local people have had a full stomach."

"It is worth mentioning that the local people call you the liberator and are more loyal to you than people in other parts of the world."

Ninglu nodded slightly and gave the order: "Select a squad from the Eighth Battle Group to stay in Nova Polya and restore local order."

"The fleet sets sail for Sepra Mundi."

(End of this chapter)