Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 568 Urian: Lion King Father, will you discover the secret I've been keeping for Lord Ninglu?

Ning Lu's expression was grim. He was awakening memories of fear, memories of worry about being erased in the cultivation chamber.

[The Tears of Silence is stronger than I imagined; it is almost breaking free of its restraints.]

His human ancestors, whose technology was inferior to that of the space undead in the hyperdimensional labyrinth, were bound to him.

The cage has developed cracks.
Ninglu traversed between reality and the subspace hundreds of times, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

"Psionic!" Silent Tears' tone was angry yet mocking, and eerily silent.

“Even in our weakened state, you cannot resist us.”

"The power of the subspace is no match for the control over the physical realm. We are the true gods, the living embodiment of this universe."

rustling...

The sound of fine, continuous dripping water arose.

The immense power of physics collides with the psionic energy of the progenitor.

Ning Lu suddenly felt his speed slow down, each round jump took ten times longer than before, and his position was no longer precise and controllable.

It appeared suddenly in front of the silver-white body, and then suddenly behind him.

The Primarch's eyes shone with light and shadow, and a surge of immense subspace energy rushed in, surrounding him.

Once again, he returned to the sealed land in the real world and gazed at the Tears of Silence.

Since we cannot find a solution within ourselves, let's start with the Tears of Silence.

Ninglu's eyes suddenly narrowed. He keenly realized that what bound the Tears of Silence was not the supernatural labyrinth of the space necromancers.

He was not surrounded by a stone coffin cage, but by a triangle composed of countless triangular night-shadow stones.

Tears of Silence...Escape...Attack...Gate of Elysium...

Sealed by humans... no... a space necromancer...
As he pondered, he leaped into subspace, where his thoughts immediately became clearer.

A flash of inspiration struck Ning Lu, and he had already come up with a solution.

[Triangular Nightfall Stone, a complex pattern composed of triangles, a constraint.]

I only need a moment.

"A nation in disarray," reinforce it!
As Ning Lu thought of this, his body suddenly returned to the real world.

"We are Kalugula, the Tear of Silence, you must submit!"

"You must serve!"

The sound of the Silent Tears was like a torrential downpour, an irresistible sound that struck Ninglu.

The door to my heart, like a rotten door, swayed violently in the downpour.

Ninglu raised his power boxing gloves, infusing them with all his spirituality.

He shouted in Dunn's language as Sequence 1 "The Hand of Order".

"I!"

As his voice rang out, golden light shone, the torrential rain outside the gates of his mind vanished, and his thoughts instantly became clear and smooth.

"Establish order!"

"Kalugula, the Tear of Silence, I pronounce your judgment! You shall be bound!"

As the spirit was drained from the gauntlets, they shone with a dazzling light.

The pervasive green mist was instantly swept away, and golden light enveloped the silver-white body, suppressing the star-like golden light back into its body.

"You...how...could this be..."

A burst of light flashed, and Silent Tears cried out in disbelief.

He saw the figure in black armor and golden wings fly up to him.

As the black mist rose, Silent Tears felt a powerful force being exerted upon him.

Even when he was whole, he was like a lake fighting against the ocean when faced with this sudden and immense power.

"What……"

The Tears of Silence were swallowed by the black mist and disappeared into the passage.

The Tears of Silence weaved through the endless black mist, as if experiencing a long dream, and he couldn't help but suspect that it was a lie created by a fraudster.

The crimson chain wrapped around Ninglu's right little finger shone brightly, rapidly replenishing his depleted spiritual energy, and the throbbing pain in his temples gradually subsided.

The "Corrupted Baron" regained most of his spirituality and surged forth once more.

Under his manipulation, the threads of the seventh layer of space rapidly combined to form triangle after triangle, recreating the complex cage that the ancestors used to bind the Tears of Silence, trapping the Tears of Silence from all angles.

After an unknown amount of time, the Tears of Silence suddenly felt the golden light dissipate.

He surveyed the boundless black mist around him and tentatively released his power.

Golden light emanated from his body. "Release me!" The "Corrupted Baron" stared at the triangular cage he had constructed and noticed that the "rope" made of lines of rules was trembling slightly.

[It can bind the tears of silence, but it requires frequent spiritual repair of the cage constructed by the "rope".]

Although the ordeal was perilous, at least the objective was achieved.

Yes, they should be awake by now.
With a thought, Ning Lu returned to the real world.

Glenn Wosotto opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

His mind remained frozen on the moment when countless triangles exploded, after which he completely lost consciousness.

He did not dream, nor did he lose the consciousness that Astartes had given him, as if he had fallen into an empty space, becoming a silent void.

"You're awake." The voice came from the Primarch's servant.

Wosoto sprang to his feet and asked Alsena Dunn in bewilderment.

Where is Lord Ninglu?

“My lord, the one who caused your coma…” Artena hesitated for a moment before continuing, “that being.”

“Existence…” Wosoto repeated softly, recalling everything that had happened since he stepped into the passage.

That... being was able to render me unconscious without any resistance.

Lord Ninglu actually managed to defeat him!
As Wosoto pondered, he saw Lord Ninglu approaching with Zo Sahar and others.

He noticed that Lord Ninglu's armor was completely undamaged.

His face shone brightly in the dim light.

With steady steps, he ascended step by step.

A thought suddenly occurred to Wosoto.

Even a father might not be able to cope with this situation.

At least not as composed as Lord Ninglu, as if he had done something insignificant.
Ninglu keenly noticed the gaze that Wosoto was casting at him.

[Hmm... Guilliman's brat had a silent dream, and then I "corrupted" him.]
Ning Lu led his team, continuing to climb the ranks.

Urian Bendreg, feeling lost after giving up on proving himself to his father and betrayed by keeping the secret, has been suffering psychological torment. Now, upon waking up, he feels an unprecedented sense of relief.

He followed Lord Nimrod with light steps, and then saw Lucius running down in a hurry.

Lucius watched as Lord Nimrod ascended the steps, and angrily clenched his fist.

When Balsa Kuturi awoke, he was still pale and his thoughts were sluggish from touching an unknown and powerful being.

The Stormbird took to the air, and Nimrod gave instructions to Arsena.

"Prepare to set sail for Carrigham Gate."

“Leave three squads to garrison the area, immigrants from Necromonda.”

“Mining the local ore, hunting leopards that change color, and digging up trees in the gray fog.”

“As you wish,” the silver-haired Primarch servant replied.

At the same moment that the Shadow of Reign departed the Piraeus orbit, the Primarch Palace.

Ninglu opened his palm and pushed the golden potion in front of Glenn.

"Drink it."

Ninglu considered that Glenn was influenced by the "Ultraman" culture, which reflected characteristics of order such as planning and preparation.

Although it did not meet Guilliman's requirements and was influenced by Terra's culture, it generally aligned with the "Judge" approach.

Seeing that Lord Ninglu had no intention of explaining, Glenn picked up the golden potion directly.

Five minutes later, the newly appointed arbitrator knelt down.

"Thank you for this gift, my lord. I will certainly make good use of the abilities you have bestowed upon me."

……

In the Caligum Gate region, Urian Bendreg stood in the shadows of the viewing window, gazing into the void.

The blue Ultramarines fleet was perfectly organized.

The newly unveiled "Alpha" Legion warships, intertwined with azure and emerald green, feature the letters Alpha and Omega linked by iron chains, their shapes constantly shifting and changing.

Urian's gaze finally landed on the familiar black terracotta armor, and he thought to himself with a complicated expression.

[Lion King, will you discover the secret I've been keeping for Lord Nimrod?]
He saw the terracotta-colored Stormbirds flying out of the Unyielding Truth, getting closer and closer, their faces growing darker.

[Even if Father hadn't noticed during this war council, in his brief stop on the Shadow of Thrones, that Luther's knights numbered over two thousand, it would have been difficult to escape Father's notice during the subsequent decisive battle at Turks.]
Urian sighed; he knew Luther and Zaharie wouldn't give up this opportunity to win knighthood.

Hundreds of knights gave their lives for the great battle.

It's not fair to Luther to miss the big battle.

But Father might not think that way.
(End of this chapter)