Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 540 Fugen's Eldest Son: I Have a Chance to Complete Lord Ninglu's Portrait
In the fourth level of the "Land of Chaos," Nimrod gazed at the golden griffin that Thomas had sacrificed to Mancora.

He immediately matched it with the potion's main ingredient for the "Notary," the sixth sequence of the "Sun Priest" series.

[I didn't expect Mankola to actually have griffins. No wonder the chapter is named "Roaring Griffin," and the think tank possesses the "Griffin's Roar."]
Ning Lu had a thought, which he transmitted to the sphere of light.

"Your approach is correct; start with the Golden Griffin."

Then, he extended his spiritual senses to confirm that Wilshire was alone.

He brought a male and a female golden griffin to the second level of space.

The spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, and a hundred-meter cliff rose abruptly from the black mist, with two golden griffins landing above it.

Ninglu brought the third griffin to the first level of space and had the space apes concoct the "Notary" potion.

The Radiance, Wilshire was swallowed by the black mist.

Upon arriving in the mysterious kingdom, he gazed reverently at the Black Emperor, who sat high on his throne.

"My lord."

"Drink it." With a dignified voice, a dark golden potion appeared before Wilshire.

He picked up the crystal-clear potion, which seemed to reflect into people's hearts, tilted his head back, and drank it down.

Golden light surged from Wilshire's body, instantly dispelling the surrounding one-centimeter-wide black mist.

As if provoked, the black mist instantly enveloped Wilshire's body.

Wilshire's eyes shone like two dark gold pages.

Sparks of light popped out like sparks, only to be swallowed up by the black mist.

The "Corrupted Baron" stared at the "Notary," and he keenly noticed that the points of light were miniature, dark gold pages.

A moment later, Ning Lu stared at the "notary" who was suppressing the power emanating from the magic potion.

[Sequence 6 Wilshire can certify extraordinary abilities. Leading a dozen "Sun Priests" and numerous "Lightbringers" and "Singers", he is fully capable of purifying a world of Chaos cultists and can handle any unexpected events.]

It's time to put the legendary champion Aguleon Vic, who preceded the Word Bearers, on the agenda to acquire the Killing Song, the spaceship of the Dark Ages.

Even if AI has been corrupted by chaos, or resists being subdued, the "notary" can still handle it.
While Nimrod was pondering, Wilshire knelt down and bowed, speaking devoutly.

"Thank you, Lord, for this gift; I will be able to give even more to You."

"The counterattack is about to begin," Ninglu ordered, sending Wilshire back to the Radiance.

Upon returning to the real world, he had just sat down on the throne when the communication bead in his ear began to buzz.

“My Lord, Glenn Wosoto and Akulduna have arrived. Whom do you wish to see first?”

Ninglu, considering his limited knowledge of the prematurely deceased Wosotho and his lack of confidence in "corrosion," pressed the communication bead.

“Akurduna”.

Five ship standard hours later, the magnificent purple Skyhawk shuttle slowly landed on the Reign Shadow.

Stevens, a member of the honor guard guarding the gate, watched Akulduna approach.

The Hunter instinctively felt that Akulduna was far more powerful than Skarsen, the foul-smelling wolf master of the Space Wolves.

He was confident he could hold his own against the Wolf Lord, but instinctively felt he had no chance against the Second Company Commander, the "Son of the Emperor."

The hunter eyed Akulduna warily; his armor was flawless.

Unlike other sons of emperors, his armor featured more gold than purple, with intricate etchings extending from the left side of his breastplate to his arm guards.

The Imperial Eagle on his chest gleamed, its wings spread as if ready to take flight—a unique honor bestowed upon the "Son of the Emperor" by the Emperor.

A tassel of horsehair adorned his helmet, and his red cloak billowed as he fired his slingshot.

Akulduna's two longswords, tightly wrapped in yellow silk, were strapped to his legs.

The hunter's mind involuntarily flashed through the praises and rumors circulating among the various legions regarding this extraordinary swordsman:

Fugen's eldest son, the first court swordsman, the leader of the two hundred swordsmen...

Rumor has it that he has a collection of 360 military knives, each of which is a fine weapon.

His swordsmanship was superb, and few could rival him except for Sigismund, Abaddon, and Radoron.

[Hmm...this only applies to other legions; the chapter commanders are undoubtedly stronger.]

The Forge Master possesses numerous wondrous items, the Chief Apothecary is rumored to be immortal, and the Curator of the Think Tank's many spells will keep him constantly on his toes.
Stevens thought with certainty, yet also with some uncertainty, as he stepped into the royal court.

Among the barons of the Royal Court, there are perhaps many who can be compared to him, or at least not by much difference.

Our regiment's 1st Company Commander Thibault and 7th Company Commander Porti were both "arsonists."
Stevens straightened his posture even more as he thought of this. Akulduna's eyes swept over the Primarch's Honor Guard, a gleam of light shining within them.

With a perfect smile on his face, he nodded in greeting and walked into the Primarch's office.

Akulduna's bronze skin dried the moment he stepped into the Primarch's office, his heart raced, and he swallowed hard.

The moment he saw the Primarch, he understood why Lord Nimrod, along with his father, Saint Gilles, or Horus, often appeared in people's dreams.

But it was indeed perfect, unlike the charm of her father, it was a majestic beauty like that of a sculpture.

Akulduna felt an urge; he felt a familiar paintbrush in his hand and parchment spread out before him.

He wanted to immediately use his most proficient artistic method—to depict the perfect original form of the dream on it.

[Perhaps I won't be able to finish it in one go.]
Akulduna thought regretfully, "[That would be a flawed product.]"
Ninglu leaned against the throne, gazing at Akulduna, maintaining his imposing presence.

Based on his memories, he had already conceived a plan to "corrupt" Akulduna.

“Akurduna, stay by my side.”

Akulduna's eyes shone as he bowed and spoke.

"It's my pleasure."

[I have the opportunity to complete Lord Nimrod's portrait.]
One standard hour later, Wosotto entered the Primarch's office thirty seconds early.

"Lord Ninglu, I wish to express my gratitude in person for your rescue in Osiris."

The Primarch scrutinized Wosotho, whom he was meeting for the first time, and keenly noticed the gloomy mood that lingered around him.

In his superhuman mind, memories and information about Wosotor, Guilliman, and the "Ultraman" surfaced, and he immediately understood.

Like most Primarchs, Guilliman also believed that Terrans were incompatible with the Legion.

In Nimrod's memory, Guilliman threw all the Terrans into the 22nd Warband to carry out the extermination order.

Despite surviving the rescue efforts themselves, the Wasotho and Terran communities did not fundamentally change the situation.

Despite Guilliman's political acumen, he did not exile the Terrans like Lane or Corax; he even appointed Wosoto as the Chapter Master of the First Chapter, but clearly his status was inferior to that of Marius Gage.

Guilliman has nearly two hundred worlds under his rule, and of the two heroes he appointed, neither is Wosoto, the former legion commander and now the commander of the First Chapter.

[There's a chance, but the difficulty should be close to that of Balsa Couturi.]
Ninglu assessed the possibility of "corrupting" Wosotho in an instant, then said with a smile.

“This is an inevitability within chance, a result you won,” he continued, seeing Wosoto looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Your legion held out against the rebellion launched by the Osiris Mind Controlling race in eleven star systems until my arrival."

The gloom in Wosoto's eyes lessened slightly, and he smiled as he spoke.

"My lord, I have led the First and Second Battle Groups here, and I am honored to accompany you in clearing out the aliens."

Ninglu nodded slightly, pondering the deeper meaning behind Guilliman's arrangement.

[The Randan aliens have enslaved hundreds of millions of humans using excessively cruel methods. Guilliman believes that an extermination order should be used to purify them.]
Or does he intend to use the Xenomorphs to further weaken the Terrans within the Legion and eliminate destabilizing factors?
Unable to reach a conclusion, his thoughts returned to Wosoto.

[Two warbands, Terran.]

The "corrosion" difficulty is not low.

It's worth a try, but not the primary focus.
"Follow me into battle and be responsible for planning logistics."

Wosoto bowed and said, "It is my pleasure."

Nimrod then summoned Arsène Dunn and gave him orders.

"The order has been issued: the full-scale counter-offensive has begun."

"The First Warband set sail from Abyss Harbor to attack Garen and head straight for Forged Steel Fortress."

"..."

"The 12th Regiment was deployed to the Pulheim Sector through the Caligum Gate, liberating 1.4 billion people enslaved by the Xenomorphs."

Nimrod, thinking of the plan to "corrupt" Akulduna and the arrival of Thierry Vieira, continued.

"The Second Company of the 'Sons of the Emperor' and the First and Second Ultramarines, join me in the expedition to the Rosats Subsector."

"The Skot Alliance fleet will accompany me."

"After the Eighth Battle Group returns to Caligum Gate, it will be immediately deployed to Rosarts."

The Primarch's attendants noted everything down and relayed it to the various warbands.

(End of this chapter)