Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 530 Simultaneously "Corroding" Two People, I Don't Even Know Who Made Me Digest It
The Shadow of Reigns, Primarch Office.

Nimrod asked Luther with concern, "Have the Dark Angels all settled in?"

“Thank you for your concern, sir,” Luther said gratefully. “We are honored to be treated the same as your Honor Guard.”

Ninglu glanced at Zahariel, the strategist of the First Legion, Balsakuturi, the strategist of the Nineteenth Legion, and Captain Alastor Roscha, and said with a smile.

"Today, I want to share with you a technique that I have learned."

"It's called the 'war mask,' and it's a technique for honing one's will."

All four were his targets for "corruption," with Luther being his primary target.

Ninglu knew that his greatest desire was power, so he naturally had to start from that point.

He will not grant potions until Luther is completely loyal to him, but he has other abilities at his disposal, one of which is the "War Mask".

"Once you master this technique, you can transform anger into power while maintaining a calm mind."

"..."

Ninglu guided the four to begin honing their mental skills and mastering the "war mask."

Thirty-three ship standard days later, the original body's private training deck.

Nimrod crossed his arms and gazed at the Astartes, where the First Legion and the Nineteenth Legion faced each other on the deck.

Luther and Alastor, Zaharie and Balsa.

Nimrod's gaze first fell on the two think tank members. Zaharel did not use his Lion Sword; instead, he wielded his chainsaw sword, clashing it with Balsa's weapon, shrieking continuously.

Gears chipped off, sparks flew everywhere.

Zaharel's eyes flashed, and the power he drew from his anger made his strength advantage even more obvious.

With his knees slightly bent, Balsa quickly cut forward and thrust low before being knocked down.

Zabril turned his sword and deflected the attack.

[They've already figured out the trick to the "war mask."] After giving its assessment, the Primarch shifted its gaze to the other side.

The explosive sound of the two weapons colliding echoed throughout the training deck.

Luther let out a restrained roar of excitement, and his chainsaw sword, like a pumping piston, repelled Alastor.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time—the first time he had the upper hand against a true Astartes.

He no longer needed to use skill to quickly defeat the Dark Angel, masking the fact that he was inferior in both strength and speed.

Two hearts pumped powerfully, and adrenaline was released rapidly.

Like a knight charging into battle, Luther charged straight toward Alastor.

With his dark eyes, Alastor felt his blood rushing through his body. He swiftly stepped to the side to avoid a direct collision.

In the midst of the exchange, Alastor suddenly turned around, extended his claws, and reached for the back of Luther's head.

They all possessed the "mask of war," but they used it in different ways, employing completely different approaches.

Luther channeled his anger into physical strength to compensate for his shortcomings; Alastor, on the other hand, further enhanced his agility advantage.
While Nimrod was pondering, the knights of Caliban clashed swiftly with the ravens from Terra.

The sword's edge was sharp, and the claws howled.

A series of thoughts flashed through Luther's mind: Ryan and Zaharie had killed the Lion Beast, he hadn't found it, and he had lost his chance to win glory.

He led the expedition against the behemoths, but received no praise.

……

He was the deputy commander-in-chief, yet he was trapped in the Kaliban.

Luther was seething inside; his anger needed to be released.

He calmly threw a punch, slamming it into Astorkar's arm.

With a sharp crack, Astokar's arm bent and broke.

Luther's longsword was pointed straight at Astorcal's throat, the blade reflecting off his face, making him appear even paler.

Luther sheathed his sword and said to Astorcal with a smile.

"This was a thrilling duel, and the name Raven is truly well-deserved."

"My lord, your swordsmanship is the strongest I have ever seen, apart from Lord Ninglu," Astokar exclaimed.

"This is all thanks to Lord Ninglu's teachings." After saying this, he turned to Ninglu's direction.

When the Lord of Shadows issued the order, he did not expect to receive personal instruction from Lord Ninglu.

Even more unexpectedly, he was taught the techniques of the "war mask" and gained his current combat power.

Recalling his battle with Luther, he would be quickly defeated after the initial clash.

Luther also turned to Nimrod along with Astorcal, and the Primarch not only gave him the opportunity to win glory, but also taught him combat techniques to enhance his strength.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

Ninglu suddenly felt his spirituality surge, as if stars were exploding within him.

Everything before my eyes transformed into threads: the red and gold threads of weapons intertwined, the golden structural threads of the deck and walls.

He also saw the lines of "force" in the way Zaharel and Balsa wielded their weapons during their clash.

They can even see their physical trajectories from a supernatural perspective.

A few seconds later, the threads disappeared one by one. Ninglu felt his body and mind become purer, and his spirituality became more abundant, he thought to himself.

[I have fully absorbed the potion and become the true "Corrupted Baron"!]
"I will also grant you more abilities."

Ning Lu said meaningfully, scrutinizing the two people in front of him, and thought to himself with a puzzled expression.

[Whether it was Luther or Alastor, I "corroded" them and completely digested them.]
He specifically catered to Luther's needs, while Alastor had followed him for a long time, nearly "corrupting" him completely.

"Thank you, sir."

The Primarch stared at Luther and Alastor, taking in everything from the admiring looks in their eyes to the subtle changes in their respectful tone.

After a moment, he came to a conclusion.

[They've all been "corrupted" by me.]
Ning Lu thought to himself with a pleasant mood.

[Hmm... simultaneously "corroding" two people, I don't even know who made me digest the potion.]
He looked at the two of them with satisfaction.

Alastor is a formidable force.

Although Luther's combat strength is not top-tier, his other abilities are outstanding, making him arguably the strongest person below the Primarch.

The 30,000 Caliban present at his birthday celebration were mostly his followers, along with the new recruits he trained over the next 140 years.
Ning Lu smiled and thought to himself with a smirk.

[Now, they will all be mine.]
While Ninglu was pondering, Zaharel delivered a perfectly timed thrust that pierced Balsa's defense.

“Very good,” Ning Lu applauded and praised.

“Zaharel and Balsa, you have entered the gates of the ‘War Mask’.”

“Luther and Alastor, you have mastered the skills I taught you. Come to my office in ten minutes, and I will teach you new skills.”

Zaharel and Balsa looked on with envy at Luther and Alastor, and decided to work even harder to master the "War Mask".

Ninglu casually left the Spear of Dionysus on the training deck before returning to his office.

On a whim, he arrived in the "Land of Chaos".

Upon entering, he immediately felt the seventh level of the "Land of Chaos" open as expected.

He didn't explore further, but went straight to the first level of space.

The consciousness of the progenitor spread outwards, engulfing the entire world.

The second layer of space is already a self-circulating, complete world, a world constructed by spirituality.

Giant rats, as tall as a person, run through the filthy sewers, with blood-stained thorny crystals on both sides of the passage.

Prism-like insects crawled around Ovida's eyes, while chemical dogs emerged from Vostonia's potion.

Rapeseed flowers sway in the wind in the farmland, while ginkgo leaves rustle in the mountains.

……

After a long period of construction, the second layer of space is now capable of allowing most of the low-sequence potion materials from various sources to reproduce here.

With a thought, Ning Lu went to the side of a giant rat in the nest and grabbed its neck.

A moment later, he brought the "Lawyer" and "Mystic" potions to the space ape.

Although Luther was eager to gain power and "Warrior" was the fastest way to satisfy his needs, Nimrod chose the "Lawyer" route for him, taking into account his ambitions.

Once he advances to a higher sequence and gains influence over this pathway, he can ensure Luther's loyalty.

Ninglu also believed that during the time he spent serving by his side, he would be able to digest the information and, after being promoted to "Barbarian," his demands would naturally be met.

Considering the crow's fighting style, he was chosen as the "Mystic," the counterpart to the "Hermit" who will possess the ability to hide in the shadows in the future.

After obtaining the two bottles of potion, Ninglu returned to the real world.

A moment later, Luther and Alastor walked into the Primarch's office with excitement and anticipation.

Ninglu walked up to the two of them, spread his hands, and revealed the medicine in his palms.

"Drink them."

Luther and Alastor looked curiously at the two bottles of potion, one jet black and the other dark red. Seeing that Lord Nimrod had no intention of explaining, they picked up the potion and drank it all in one gulp.

Countless pieces of information flooded into Luther's mind, with numerous legal classics such as "The Iron Law of the King" jumping through his brain.

Alastor looked at Lord Nimrod with awe. He felt that the monarch before him was bound by the laws of reality, and that he was far more imposing than the Glory Queen-class battleship he was on.

Nimrod conveyed to them the common knowledge they needed to know through telepathy.

Two minutes later, Luther was the first to gather his scattered power. He performed a knightly salute and swore an oath to his lord.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for this favor! I will become your loyal knight and carry out all your commands!"

Then it was Alastor's turn, and he knelt down.

"Thank you for your grace, my lord! I will carry out your will; whatever you command, I will obey!"

Ninglu nodded in satisfaction, "I accept your allegiance!"

After the two left, he had a sudden thought and returned to the "Land of Chaos".

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(End of this chapter)