Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 576 Slaanesh: A Perfect Performance that Pleases Me

After leaving Dionysus's Spear in his office, Ninglu returned to his bedroom.

The "Corrupted Baron" drew the Vaal Sword, its blade enveloped in spiritual energy.

[The Vaal Sword is a sword, and so is the Ritual Longsword; therefore, the Vaal Sword is a Ritual Longsword.]
After "changing the concept", the "ceremonial sword" was wielded.

Ninglu struck the eleven main runes and thirty-three secondary runes of different shapes one by one, as all the runes were lit up.

The Euclidean symbols shone brightly, and the vast ocean receded like the tide.

Two pairs of eyes outside the curtain then turned their gaze to the ground.

With a thought, Ning Lu arrived at the seventh level of the "Land of Chaos".

The crimson chain on his right little finger flashed, and as his spirituality rapidly recovered, he gazed at the faint golden light emanating from his silver body.

Unlike those who have accepted reality, Silent Tears Kalughula is still struggling.

The "Corrupted Baron" saw that as soon as the golden light shone through his body, the "rope" formed by the solidified lines of rules seemed to come alive.

One triangle after another contracted inward, pressing the golden halo back into the silver metallic body.

"We are gods! You cannot bind us..."

Simultaneously, voices from different fragments resounded within the body of the Silent Tears.

Nimrod ignored the roar of the Tears of Silence, and the spirituality of the "Corrupted Baron" spread, merging into the obviously weakened "Rope" to repair it.

With a thought, the thirty-three triangular talismans at his waist floated out, drifting around the Tears of Silence.

The spirit of the "Corrupted Baron" spread once more, and following his will, the lines of rules connected with triangular runes amidst the surging black mist.

A green light surged up, and the black triangular runes twisted and changed shape.

The light faded, and the talisman completely changed its appearance, turning into a green teardrop shape.

With a thought, the Primarch sent a talisman flying in front of him.

[The Tears of Silence is far more powerful than Shroth, and has a greater effect on spells.]

Most Shrek do not alter the overall shape or color of the rune, except for the Primarch captured by Baal Savor, which turned the rune into the shape of a maggot.

The Tears of Silence will transform the talisman into a complete teardrop shape, and its color will change to the associated green.
One by one, the talismans fell onto Ninglu's waist, sometimes spaced a finger's width apart.

His gaze swept over all the runes. [Like the fifty-two runes he had made before, they were all manifestations of Kalugura's silent power.]
Star Gods are manifestations of physical laws, and their power is not limited to any one aspect.

Each Supreme Star God possesses abilities such as seismic waves, hyperspace storms, and antimatter meteors.

Nimrod's golden wings also possess abilities such as fire, energy-accelerated flight, and enhanced defense.

[Currently, we cannot uncover any other abilities; we can only utilize the pure power released by the Tears of Silence—the power of silence.]
With a thought, Ninglu arrived at the palace where the materials were stored, and carrying the ever-changing leopard, the mist tree, and other materials, he went to the space ape.

He brought the "magician" back to the real world to decipher the "Euclidean symbol".

Upon arriving at the Primarch's office, he presented the potion to William Wood.

William looked at the potion in his hand, from which fireworks were constantly blooming.

Colors such as orange, yellow, red, and green continuously diffuse outwards, dissipate, and reappear.

William tilted his head back and drank the potion. The icy liquid traveled down his throat, and countless bubbles burst inside his body.

As he was feeling the changes in his body, a massive flow of information suddenly surged into his mind, like fireworks bursting forth one after another.

The veins on William's forehead bulged as Superman's brain rapidly processed the flood of information.

He felt itchy all over, especially his arms. He saw that the skin on one of his arms was wrinkled, like that of a centenarian.

The other one was so transparent that it lost its color, and you could see the blood vessels, muscles, and veins inside.

A moment later, William withdrew the power emanating from the potion, and his arm returned to normal.

The newly crowned "magician" knelt on one knee, saying, "Thank you, Father, for this gift!"

The Primarch nodded slightly, and with a thought, sent a mental pulse to William.

"Remember, a magician doesn't perform without preparation."

This is both an insight into the role of digestion and a key point to keep in mind when using one's abilities.

He also told William how to pray to the Black Emperor.

The Battle of the Turks was the largest battle the Empire had ever fought, and the waves of death that could draw attention from behind the curtain.

Although the veil can prevent the four peddlers from reaching into the real world, they can also draw strength from the souls of the dead and from the emotions and behaviors of different individuals on the battlefield.

It might have some impact on reality.

Although William is not the chapter commander, he is exceptionally capable and loyal to himself, and cannot be taken by them.

“My Lord, I will remember your teachings.”

As William ascends the Stormbird and flies to the ground, contemplating his performance and preparations, the palace, surrounded by six rings, appears like paradise beyond the curtain.

The six concentric circles have no defensive measures, but only a handful of souls can resist temptation with willpower and pass through the sixth circle.

The incredibly tall fortress sits atop slender, twisted stone pillars, the entire tower resembling a living serpent coiled in its lair, forming an indescribable aggregation.

Inside the gates lay a level of extravagance and pleasure beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The inner chamber was surrounded by a vast circular hall, each surface of which was hung with mirrors, reflecting each other until infinity. At this moment, countless images shimmered in the mirrors.

The mortal shouted loudly, and the laser gun fired at an extraordinary speed until the energy tank overheated and exploded, tearing him and the wolf-like creature that rushed in front of him apart.

The brain-eater's tentacles pulled out the brain from the cobalt blue armor, stuffed it into the spherical crack, and then red threads danced with a joyful light.

The bone-eater's branches crushed the terracotta armor and then spat it out.

The bones cracked like fried pork ribs, making a satisfying crunching sound.

……

Inside the palace, with long limbs and an elegant demeanor, possessing a captivating physique that transcends the distinction between male and female, His gaze swept over these sights that brought Him some pleasure, finally settling on two mirrors.

Two of the figures were wearing purple armor.

A handsome figure with white hair, holding an ancient-style longsword.

The longswords forged by the artisans of the Talawa tribe in the Triken furnace are exceptionally well-balanced and resilient.

The sword's hilt, wrapped with steel wire, was exceptionally long, allowing Lucius greater freedom in switching between using one hand and two.

With effortless skill, he gripped the front end of the thrusting motion, delivering a powerful, concentrated strike, and slid it to the rear end for a sweeping, sweeping slash.

Each strike was the ultimate pursuit of swordsmanship, and the dazzling light drew His admiring gaze.

The moment of enjoyment vanished in an instant; a soaring fist smashed open a swarm of worms, also disrupting the perfect balance of the sword light.

With a bang, the Twisted Magic Mirror screamed and disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

Another purple figure used both fists and swords, the sword blade spinning brilliantly, and the purple gauntlets thick and sharp.

Akulduna spun around as the necrotic ray and the worm arm grazed past him.

The blade spun rapidly, scattering worms in clusters.

The force of the fist tore through the necrotic cloak and slammed heavily into the worm.

Akulduna's fist did not diminish the sharpness of the sword.

In the distorted mirror, a sudden burst of flames, like dazzling fireworks, caught His eye.

On the surface of Takks, streaks of crimson flames rose one after another.

William Wood's figure leaped out again and again.

Beams of necrotic rays shot forth, their emerald green beams hissing as they devoured the flames and melted the rocks.

The "magician" remained calm and snapped his fingers.

At Schloss's feet, the pre-sprinkled promethium fuel was ignited by the "manipulated flames," which then detonated the buried force field grenades.

With a loud bang, the Sloth Destroyer was blasted into the air by the force field.

With a flash of runes, ten flying knives made by Vokan shot out.

The howling force field tore through the necrotic cloak and shredded the swarms of worms.

"Meat chunks, prepare to die." Schloss's speech machine uttered a chilling low Gothic language.

The worm's arms suddenly swelled up, spreading necrotic fluid.

However, in the next instant, the black-armored figure vanished into thin air, and where the body fluid energy had melted, a tattered, barely recognizable "paper doll" rapidly dissolved.

On the prepared stage, the "magician" frequently appeared and disappeared amidst the fireworks.

The necrotic rays and worm arms, like marionettes, repeatedly failed to achieve their goal.

The shadowy figures of order were mesmerized, as if watching a stage play.

The "magician" leaped out of the pillar of fire once more, his spiritual intuition sensing that the swarms of maggots were moving at a slower pace.

The "magician's" spirituality spread outwards, and then he snapped his fingers. Flames rose from beneath Shrews' feet, and a powerful force field sent him flying.

Schloss spun around, aiming the Necrosis Scepter at the swaying beam of light. A beam of emerald green shot out and struck the ground.

There were no pillars of fire, no paper figures, and not even any promethium fuel scattered there.

The weakened Sloth Destroyer was misled by the magician's "illusion-making".

His arm contracted rapidly, while the other arm swelled up and wrapped around the black armor.

The worm's tentacles missed their target, grazing past the afterimage.

boom!
A pillar of fire shot up, blasting Shlos into the sky.

As Sloth spun around, he saw a fleeting black shadow, and the worm in his chest burst open, violently enveloping the mass.

The sensation of touching the real object filled Schloss with joy.

The maggots, wrapped in the "melting" substance, shrank back into his body, and the next instant, the armor-piercing grenade exploded inside him.

William leaped out of the flames and stared at the worms scattered all over the ground.

In the Palace of Pleasure, long, beautiful hands clasped together.

"A perfect performance pleased me."

(End of this chapter)