Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 577 Those four peddlers are such a nuisance, they wasted two of my Silence Talismans.
William Wood surveyed his surroundings, and in his spiritual vision, the surrounding shadowy figures were filled with amazement as they erupted in enthusiastic cheers, celebrating his slaying of the powerful alien.

The "magician" enjoyed the success of the performance, feeling as if something was dissolving inside him, along with a refreshing and invigorating spiritual feeling.

Suddenly, countless fireworks exploded in his eyes and within his body.

Flesh pink and deep purple filled his entire world.

At the same time, a feeling of physical and mental well-being bursts forth like a storm.

William felt a supernatural pleasure surging within him, and pleasant, beautiful sounds echoed in his mind.

"A delightful performer, a magnificent showman, enjoy my gift..."

William shut down his spiritual vision and instantly ascended to the third level of the Thelma Mind, whereupon the voices in his mind became indistinct.

“William…you are fortunate…to enter the gates of wonder…”

William felt that his will was powerless to banish the invading evil presence.

The vibrant colors before my eyes were fragmented and chaotic, like an overturned oil painting.

William's gaze was resolute; he believed in the Black Emperor and would never succumb to the temptations of heresy.

He opened the communication channel and spoke in his usual tone.

"I have received an emergency order."

Fireworks shot up, and the "magician" sped away amidst the pre-prepared pillars of fire.

William was relieved that he had made preparations in advance before launching his attack on Schloss, leaving a path on the stage for the performance.

If they cannot defeat Shlos, they should lure him away and then shake him off through another prepared retreat route.

Flames intertwined with a mixture of fleshy pink and deep purple in the field of vision.

The chaotic and decadent sounds in my mind occasionally resounded.

William felt as if he had traversed a mountain peak full of allure, making one want to slow down and stop to appreciate it.

He didn't stop.

He will never succumb to heresy.

He recalled the changes in Gadinal, and the power the Black Emperor had bestowed upon him…

William found strength in his memories; the "magician" emerged from the pillar of fire, the chaotic colors that had been entangled with him temporarily disappeared, and he recognized that this mountain hollow was the secluded place he had prepared.

He clasped his hands together and recited a prayer in Dunn's tongue:

"The Dark Emperor of the Shadow of Order..."

In the Primitive Office, Ning Lu heard an illusory murmur.

After quickly setting up the "Euclidean Symbols", he arrived at the "Land of Chaos".

The spirituality of the "Corrupted Baron" spread, touching the ever-shrinking and expanding sphere of light.

Being in the same galaxy, he could clearly see William praying to him.

[Hmm? So you've really been harassed by one of the four vendors?]
Just as Ninglu was about to respond to the prayer, a thought suddenly struck him, and a green teardrop-shaped Silence Charm from his waist flew up.

On the surface of Takks, black mist rose as green light shone.

Beyond the curtains, in the palace of pleasure.

A dazzling green light rose from the distorted magic mirror, and then the images in the mirror disappeared one by one.

The entire palace fell silent instantly, and the pleasurable, extravagant sounds vanished.

Long, beautiful hands rose, sounds of pleasure rose again, and the distorted magic mirror once more displayed its magnificent imagery.

Only one mirror reflects uninteresting rocks.

At the same time, a "disorderly country".

Ninglu saw that the moment William was pulled in, black mist surged and enveloped him completely.

The pink and deep purple light peeled away, shattered, turned into specks of light, and finally dissipated completely.

[Slaanesh?]
As Nimrod pondered, William felt the tempting voice disappear, and his mind cleared.

The oil painting-like scene in his vision shattered and completely dissipated, replaced by an endless black fog.

William looked around warily, and when he saw the figure high on the throne, he realized that the intruder in his mind had been banished by the Black Emperor. "My Lord, thank you for your salvation."

"What happened?" Ninglu looked at William scrutinizingly, and he was astonished to find that William had digested the Sequence 7 potion in just one day.

William pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts before speaking.

"My lord, I..."

After listening to William's account, Ninglu began to piece together the whole story in his mind.

[It is truly Slaanesh; He draws power from all extreme emotions.]

On the battlefield, life and death hang in the balance, creating moments of extreme emotional outbursts.

He thus gained power, briefly breaking through the veil and permeating the real world.
Nimrod's gaze fell on William.

The "magician's" performance pleased Slaanesh, and the performance was part of playing the "magician."

William absorbed the potion after receiving praise from Slaanesh, which allowed him to digest it after a grand performance.

During the moment of digestion, when my body and mind are at their most sensitive, Slaanesh corrupted William. Fortunately, he understood Thales's state of mind and was loyal enough to me; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to save him in time.
Ninglu looked at William with some surprise, thinking to himself.

The object of Slaanesh's corruption was not Lucius, who pursued the ultimate swordsmanship, but William, who offered a magnificent performance.

Well... Chaos is inherently unpredictable, and the four peddlers are capricious.

Effort doesn't always pay off, especially for the four hawkers. Their hard work offering countless sacrifices might not be as valuable as a sudden, fleeting thought.
Ning Lu's thoughts wandered, and then an idea came to mind.

The digestion of a potion depends on the relative positional difference.

If it were absolutely necessary, I could easily bribe someone and complete the digestion process.

Role-playing is not just a formality; it needs to be substantive to receive feedback.
Ninglu recalled his time as a “briber” as a prime example.

Although Old Man Huang did not accept his fate, he was no less than the four peddlers.

But as the progenitor, equivalent to a high sequence, bribing Old Man Huang once is less effective than gaining my approval from other low sequences, and even less effective than William's performance for Slaanesh (Sequence 7).
Ninglu gathered his thoughts and gave instructions to William.

"If you encounter a similar situation again, pray to me."

As he spoke, the "Corrupted Baron" had a thought, and invisible threads spread out, "connecting" the orb of light representing William.

Immediately, Nimrod sent William back to Turks with a Silence spell.

He couldn't be sure whether the "burial" of the black fog would completely cover up the truth, so he could only add another layer of insurance.

[Those four peddlers are such a nuisance, they wasted two of my Silence Charms.]
Ning Lu's mind raced, and he returned to reality.

Immediately, an order was given to proceed to the surface.

With Sloth appearing on all fronts, it's time to gather the potion ingredients and end the final battle.

He had also prepared enough silence spells to deal with Primarch-level Sloths.

At the same moment that Nimrod's stormbirds flew toward the earth, beyond the veil, in the highest heavens.

Atop a base stained with blood and piles of skulls stands a massive brass throne.

The body, with its blood-red skin, was clad in plate armor, which was engraved with rolling runes and various faces that shrieked in agony.

A huge winged helmet was placed on His head, covering His inhuman, roaring, and twisted face.

His gaze pierced through the curtain, sweeping across the blood-soaked battlefield of the Tarks.

Every time in the mountains, slaughter takes place.

Ordinary people, amidst the songs of courage, use weapons to fight against creatures of all shapes and sizes.

Every moment, someone falls, and blood stains the earth red.

A superhuman warrior clad in armor beheads his enemies, the blood staining his armor of varying colors.

His gaze fell upon the four extraordinary warriors.

They were extraordinary and exceptionally brave.

　PS: "Disordered Kingdom" prevents the corruption of the four gods, just as when Kel'Thuzad was in a low sequence, he used the Source Castle to isolate the Sequence 0 Gate Mr. Fors.

　　The position of the source substance.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)