Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 554 Luo Jia, your son helped my offspring obtain a spaceship, so it's not like I'm being arrogant.

To defend the fortress.

Urian Bendreg raised his hand and sprinkled the green bottle on his nose.

As the medicine disappeared, he suddenly felt his sluggish thoughts become clear.

He hung the bottle up and strode toward the brain-eater, who was sixty meters away.

Urian darted to the right and rolled to the left, deftly dodging the fireballs.

He rushed to the fifth brain-eater he had encountered in sixteen days, and was still in perfect condition.

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Urian swiftly sidestepped the fireball hurled from the bent arm, simultaneously stabbing at the alien's thigh.

As the sword spun, a scene from the battle two months ago on the alien's artificial war satellite flashed through his mind.

At that time, he was suffering from severe poisoning, his thinking was sluggish, his movements were slow, and his strength and speed had decreased.

He gave it his all, but could only manage a pyrrhic victory.

Since receiving the green potion from Lord Ninglu, he has been in perfect condition in every battle.

The brain-eater that once gave him a hard time can now be defeated with ease.

It is said that it was studied by one of Lord Ninglu's attendants.

The lord's forces are truly overflowing with talent.
As Urian pondered, his longsword continued its relentless barrage, launching a series of precise strikes against the alien.

With a loud bang, the blade tore through the individual's energy shield.

As Bendreg killed the Brain Eater, Zadkiel on the Shadow of the Throne headed towards the Primarch's office.

He smiled broadly, greeting every Shadow of Order, Dark Angel, Ultramariner, and Son of the Emperor he encountered, enjoying the praise behind him.

In just six standard months, he went from being an unknown figure to a universally praised commander of the Void Warfare against the fortress.

When his father sent him, he never expected to gain such great prestige.

As he approached the Primarch's office, he was still somewhat reluctant to leave, and he even wanted to walk through it again.

Zadekir did not do so, knowing that the prestige and honor he gained came from Lord Nimrod.

He will not be late when summoned by Lord Ninglu.

As he entered the Primarch's grand office, he saw Ninglu push a bottle of potion in front of him.

"Drink it."

Zadekiel picked up the black potion, seeing that Lord Ninglu showed no intention of explaining.

Thinking of the opportunity and trust that Lord Ninglu had given him, he no longer hesitated and drank it down.

With his back to the throne, Nimrod naturally chose a "lawyer" for the ambitious Zadkir, someone he could influence in the future.

With a sudden thought, he taught Zadekir the common sense he needed through telepathy.

After Zadkiel withdrew the potion's power, he looked at Lord Ninglu with awe.

He gained unique abilities simply by drinking a potion.

Without undergoing years of transformation, they could have died at any moment.

Zadekir knelt down and paid homage to the true Lord.

"I will serve you as my master!"

"The descendants of the feather pen were once just a name; we were merely a product of an idea born in the Colchis apothecary."

"It was not until we met you that we were truly written down; we were born from the truth you gave us."

Ning Lu did not get up; he released his restrained aura.

Zadekir trembled, the authoritative voice echoing in his mind.

"I accept your allegiance."

Ning Lu suppressed his aura and gave the order.

"The war to defend the fortress is over. I have a task for you."

Zadekir wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Please give your orders, my lord."

"You shall immediately lead the fleet back to Cariham Gate."

Nimrod calculated the journey and found that after Zadkiel returned to Cariham Gate, it would be around November in Terra, at which time the Prophecy Dice would be fully charged.

"After meeting Wilshire, I'll help him seize a spaceship." He thought to himself with a slight smirk.

The Killing Song ship was originally intended for Aguleon Vic, the legendary champion of the Word Bearers.

Zadkiel was involved in seizing the Killing Song ship, and even if he didn't own it, it was roughly equivalent to the Word Bearers getting it.

Luo Jia, your son helped my offspring obtain the spaceship; it's not like I'm being arrogant towards you.
Nimrod sent Zadkiel not only so that the "Word Bearer" could obtain it, but also because the Song of Slaughter was an intelligent spaceship with its own consciousness.

It flies there on its own, circling the chosen planet.

Zadekir is an excellent ship commander who can play a role in intercepting Killing Song.

"My lord, I will obey your will."

Zadekiel obediently accepted the order. Although he was somewhat unwilling to help others seize the spaceship, Lord Nimrod's will was paramount.

I have only recently pledged allegiance to my lord and need time to prove my loyalty and worth.

At least my Lord gave me room to maneuver, instead of endlessly spreading the faith in the Emperor like my Father did.

Lord Nimrod treats his sons and others like Luther very well. As long as I prove myself, I will surely be rewarded in the future.
As Zadekiel stood up, he heard Lord Ninglu say something else.

"When you return to report, I will grant you new strength."

Zadekil's missionary work and eloquence were quite outstanding, which allowed him to rise to prominence among the "Word Bearers," and Nimrod believed that he would be able to digest the "Lawyer" a year later.

Zadkiel's gray eyes lit up. "My lord, I will definitely help Wilshire obtain the spaceship."

Zadekiel walked out of the Primarch's office and brushed past Arsena Dunn, who was walking towards him. The two nodded to each other in greeting.

The Primarch's attendant walked up to the eleven-meter-long table and spoke.

"My lord, the Eighth Legion's special task force will arrive in three days."

"Who is the commander?" Ninglu asked with great interest.

"Zo Sahar".

Ninglu nodded, his superhuman brain rapidly processing information about the future Claw Master.

This Terran company commander's rise to the Nightbat Council, a high-ranking organization within the "Midnight Lords" whose bloodline is considered noble by only those of the Nostramor descent, speaks volumes about his exceptional abilities.

Nimrod knew that when Coz took over the Legion in the future, he would often send Terrans to the deadliest battlefields.

During his birthday celebration, Zo Sahar firmly believed in the warlord's theory that Huang Laohan's withdrawal from the "Great Expedition" was a betrayal of the Astartes Legion in order to become a god.

After the grand birthday celebration, due to the disappearance of Company Commander Sevita in battle, he was promoted to Company Commander and given the heavy responsibility of leading the elite veterans of the legion. However, many members of the company were dissatisfied with the Terran leadership.

After Coz's death, Zo Sahar firmly believed that he had been chosen as the successor and reclaimed the Crown of the Night from the assassins of Calidus.

Subsequently, he left alone because he disagreed with the ambitions of many people in the company.

The Aydar attacked him, attempting to seize the Crown of the Night, and he was trapped in a warp storm during the battle.

After ten thousand years, he awoke and fell into the hive world of Iquix.

He discovered that the Night Lords had strayed from Coz's admonition that "fear is merely a means," and after the attempt to reunite the young, uncorrupted Legion members failed, he was regarded as a "traitor" and ultimately left in disgrace.

Ninglu thought to himself as he examined Zo Sahar's experiences.

[Zo Sahar was fairly loyal to Koz, but not as loyal as Balsa Kuturi, Ulian Bendreig, and Glenn Wosotto.]

Urian and Glenn are not far from being completely "corrupted" by me, there are signs of this in Balsa, and Zo Sahar is quite likely as well.
Two days later, as Zadkiel led his fleet away, Zo Sahar, wearing Mark III Steel-type power armor with the Scarlet Sons' symbol painted on his shoulder, entered the Primarch's office.

"Lord Ninglu, I am acting on the Emperor's orders and await your command."

Ninglu looked at Zo Sahar, who had taken off his helmet, revealing his pale skin.

He knew that the Crimson Children came from Terra's prisons, the offspring of prisoners who grew up in darkness and death.

Most of them were cruel and tyrannical, but Zo Sahar was one of the few who remained calm and self-controlled.

"Zo Sahar, welcome."

"I will lead you to victory, and Alcena has prepared a cabin for you."

Zo Sahar's eyes lit up. Everyone in Terra knew the name of Lord Ninglu.

Even in the dark and gloomy prison, stories circulated about Lord Ninglu slaying the green-skinned people and killing the Mitu.

Zo Sahar even fantasized about becoming a shadow of order and fighting alongside Lord Nimrod, but he had no chance because of his birth.

"My pleasure."

(End of this chapter)