Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 500 Unhappy Peturabo

At 12:12:12, every casting temple in the world of Shana simultaneously rings the Om Messiah bell.

The tolling bells announced that they had emerged from the shame of being desecrated by the aliens.

In the No. 1 Forging Temple, Ninglu walked from the two great sages holding incense sticks to the forging supervisor.

Behind him were Primarch squires, six Chapter Commanders, Anacharis Scoria, Nineteenth Army Commander Arkahas Far, Strategist Balsa Kuturi, and Company Commander Nerat Girin.

Anacaris Scoria, though still only a technical priest, is quite different from before.

His damaged prosthetic eye was replaced with a meticulously crafted black crystal.

The eight mechanical tentacles behind him swayed, far exceeding the level of divinity of most sages, even great sages, drawing the attention of many sages.

Anacharis's prosthetic eye swept over the sages, and he sensed a profound transformation within himself from the surging code within his mind space.

He knew that everything he had received was a gift from Lord Ninglu.

Every mechanical tentacle and weapon on his back requires a large amount of resources.

Anacharis looked at the chief sage of the Mech God Guard, who had only four arms, twice the number of Anacharis's, and each of his arms was a powerful weapon no less than Anacharis's.

Photon piercing cannon, gravity cannon...

His original plan was to inherit the assets of the great sage Eddy before he could possess his current resources, but Lord Nimrod granted them to him directly.

Anacharis's logic engine has once again abruptly generated a name—Lucky.

He has become increasingly familiar with this word that was once unfamiliar to him, a word that existed in his vocabulary but had always been rejected.

Anacharis knew that if he hadn't been valued by the Primarch, even with his far greater degree of sanctification than others, he wouldn't have been qualified to participate in today's celebration.

To participate in the rituals at the First Temple, one needs prestige and a corresponding status.

[Reputation, status, resources...]

In fact, I already have two technical priests, fifty-two potential apprentices, and three foundries...
Anacharis looked up at the black-armored giant before him. With Lord Nimrod's favor, he would soon have everything.

As Anacharis pondered, the melodious chimes subsided.

The Om Messiah Scepter in the hands of the Director of Shana Foundry glowed with a divine electric current, and the code in the mind space was instantly quelled.

"Nimrod, liberator of Shana, primordial of the 'Shadow of Order,' king of Volstonia, conqueror of the Xenomorphs..."

"You have purified the blasphemous alien, allowing Shana to return to the embrace of Om Messiah."

“By the sacred authority granted to me by Parliament,” the Director of Foundry raised his scepter, “I extend my sincerest gratitude to you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Ninglu replied with a smile. “I will keep my promise and punish the alien.”

"The God of All Machines watches over you; may the Holy Light of Om Messiah always protect you." The Forge Master gripped the scepter tightly.

“Every temple of casting in Shana, every foundry, and every follower of Om Messiah will dedicate everything to the sacred war of vengeance.”

“Every blasphemous alien will suffer the wrathful flames of the god of machines.”

In Shana's mind, he heard the casting director's declaration.

The Om Messiah bells rang once more in the Temple of Foundry, and the foundry, reopened, roared to life.

After the ceremony and celebrations in Shana concluded, Nimrod immediately returned to the Shadow of the Throne.

Upon returning to the Primarch's office, he immediately went to the "Land of Chaos" and ordered the Space Apes to concoct the "Sailor" potion. He chose the "Tyrant" path for Alcahas.

Considering that the future space sharks will be in the void and will actually be submerged in water tanks when not in combat, the "Tyrant" pathway is well-suited to their habits, and their angry and ferocious characteristics also match the attack methods of the "space sharks".

A moment later, Alkahas came to the office alone.

"Lord Ninglu." "Drink it."

The "corrupted" Alkahas took the blue, sea-like potion from the Primarch's large hand and drank it all in one gulp.

He immediately felt a rush of water flowing through his body.

Nimrod teaches the future Great Forgotten Ones to master common sense.

Given that Horus Lupecal commanded the Nineteenth Legion, and that when Alkahas was exiled by Kovas Klax, the old man entrusted him with the sacred artifact, the Void Glass, for protection, Nimrod also told him about the ritual of praying to the Black Emperor.

Unlike the Dionysian Spear, which was forged by Huang Laohan himself and infused with his own power.

The empty crystal was not created by Huang Laohan, and it was clear that it was not infused with Huang Laohan's power.

Two minutes later, Alkahas withdrew the overflowing potion power.

"Thanks be to my Lord."

He paused for a moment before speaking, then asked hesitantly.

"My lord, are Balsa and Nerat also subjects of Your test?"

“What I mean is that you keep them by your side to observe them.”

“That’s right.” Ninglu nodded slightly, looked at Alkahas, and waited for his explanation.

“Barsa, he spoke to me yesterday, saying he wants to stay by your side.”

“Oh…” Ninglu had not yet successfully “corroded” the Grey Knights’ future first Grand Mentor. He thought he would have to find another opportunity, but he did not expect that Balsa actually had the idea of ​​staying.

Why did he have this idea?

“Balsa witnessed Your powerful psionic abilities, slaying the Bone Eater that destroyed the Titans. Among the Primarchs, only Lord Magnus can compare to You. He wishes to serve You and learn from You.”

Ninglu nodded; he naturally wouldn't refuse Balsa's request.

“Okay, let him stay. I will personally teach him how to use psychic powers.”

A hint of envy flashed in Alkahas's eyes. "I will tell Balsa that it is his honor."

The fleet of the 19th Legion then departed, with only the strategist Balsa Kuturi remaining on the Shadow of Reign.

Ninglu ordered preparations to be made for Peturab's arrival.

Two sidereal days later, the 20-kilometer-long, iron-gray Queen Glory-class battleship, the Steelblood, leaped out from Mandeville Point.

Unlike most of the Glory Queen-class battleships, which were built in shipyards on Terra, Mars, or Jupiter, the Ironblood was built in Olympia and was designed under the leadership of Peturabo.

Its most distinctive feature is that it has no portholes, and even on the bridge, there are no floor-to-ceiling viewing windows common on other Glory-class warships.

Peturabo believed that visual contact with the enemy was of no help in the battle, and that the battle could be commanded by oracle scanning and tactical projection.

The command room was one of the few places on the Steelblood with windows, which were just narrow, slit-like gaps between arched iron beams.

Perturabo pulled his dreadlocks from the Thinker, and his icy blue eyes grew even colder.

He crushed the data panel in front of him and casually tossed it to the maintenance assistant.

"Captain, how long will it take to reach the orbital docking point of the Shana II?"

"I need the exact time."

The tridents exchanged glances. Their Iron Lord, who had spoken to them in a calm tone before arriving in Shana, must have been in a good mood.

Now he has crushed the Shana battle plan he personally prepared, which can only mean one thing:

The progenitor is unhappy!
(End of this chapter)