Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 581 Old Man Huang, I am very satisfied with your orders this time.
Nimrod, along with Guilliman's psionic projection, arrived at the Golden Palace.

As he sat down, he glanced around and realized that the annoying Ruth hadn't arrived yet.

A moment later, Ninglu leaned back in his chair and spoke to Rus, who had rushed over.

"Russ, have you had enough of wearing your cloak?"

“I can tell Sanchez that you can wear it for a few more days.”

“I won’t renege on my bet,” Russ roared. “Once the battle with the Fahrenheit is over, I will honor my promise.”

Ning Lu nodded with a smile, thinking to himself.

No, I plan to collect the debt in person.
As Nimrod pondered, the Mars Foundry Director entered the golden palace. He nodded to Fernus, glanced at Nimrod, and then turned his gaze to the expressionless Peturabo and the amiable Vokhan.

A burst of golden light appeared, and the Emperor and Constantine Waldo materialized.

After the emperor took his seat, he turned his gaze to Ninglu.

"Ninlu, you have won a glorious victory in Turks."

"Now, I want to hear your report in person."

Nimrod's gaze swept over the crowd, over the somber-faced Peturabo, and over the high-cheeked Hannibal.

"My lord, the victory was not achieved by me alone. The steel defenses that Perturabo built in the Bad Habits Sector and the Forging World Shana have repelled the alien invasion."

"Eljonsen, Guilliman, Omega, and the detachments of each legion fought a bloody battle at Turks to win the victory."

"I want to thank them for their timely support."

After Ninglu expressed his gratitude, he introduced the situation of the war, and Old Man Huang asked questions from time to time with a smile.

Finally, he revealed his next plan.

"I have issued orders to completely eliminate the remaining aliens that have invaded the Empire."

Ninglu did not mention his full plan, the plan for the extermination of Randan.

He recalled that the last battle of the "Second Randan War" took place in 882 and ended in an unexpected encounter between the Empire and the Randan fleet.

The "Third Randan War" began in 887 when a hunting company with white scars accidentally discovered the home planet Randan.

In 890, Ryan and Ruth spearheaded a campaign to avenge the defilement of the sacred territory of Om Messiah, in which the World Shana formed the Motion God Guard.

Although the Third Randan War was not as large in scale as the Second Randan War, the empire's northwestern border remained precarious, with over 80,000 Astartes killed in action.

Among them, 50,000 are "Dark Angels".

It was after this battle, along with the 90,000 casualties in the Second Randan War, that the Dark Angels relinquished their position as the largest legion to the Ultramarines.

The remaining 30,000 casualties were mostly Space Wolves.

Ninglu naturally wouldn't give the Xenomorphs nearly ten years to develop. With the prophecy dice, he could naturally find the home planet of Randan and launch the extermination war against Randan before they could grow stronger again.

“Good, very good,” the Emperor nodded with a smile. “My Pegasus will not disappoint me, and all enemies of mankind will ultimately be defeated.”

He glanced at Ruth and continued.

"The Fakh people are blinded, and the wolf pack is making slow progress."

"My Pegasus, you must win victory for me."

Russ clenched his fist tightly. "Father, I can bring you victory. The Fakh people will be punished."

"Your progress does not satisfy me," the emperor said sternly, his smile fading.

Ruth suppressed his anger and looked at Ninglu.

Having just survived a major battle, Nimrod and his wizard offspring will likely decline.
“As you wish,” Ninglu replied readily and sincerely.

He was planning to find incriminating evidence against the wolves and obtain the unique technology of the Fakh people, so Old Man Huang entrusted him with the task.

Ning Lu glanced at Ryan almost imperceptibly. In his memory, Old Man Huang had sent Ryan because he was dissatisfied with the progress of the Wild Wolves, but now he had entrusted him with the task.

[Old Huang, I'm very satisfied with your orders this time.]
The war council had just ended, and Ruth was about to leave in a rage. "Ruth, you don't need to deliver it to me, I'll go get it myself."

Ruth glared at Nimrod, "I will not break the bet."

"The wolf doesn't need the wizard boy's help."

Guilliman frowned as he saw two of the Dauntless Brothers clashing.

After fighting alongside Nimrod, he became even more convinced of his judgment that Nimrod was the key among the five fearless warriors, and that Ruth's provocation would suffer a crushing defeat.

Nimrod smiled as he watched Ruth's psionic projection disappear, then returned to the Shadow of Thrones with Guilliman.

After much deliberation and consideration, Guilliman could not find a suitable explanation and finally spoke out with resignation.

"Ninglu, it was a pleasure talking with you. I look forward to meeting you again."

After seeing Guilliman off, Ninglu said to Arsène Dunn.

“Tell Sanchez it’s time to collect the debt.”

His gaze was icy, and his tone was as cold as a knife.

At the same time, the "Space Wolf" was on the Queen Glory-class battleship Hrafinkel.

A cloak made of the fur of the Great Death Wolf hung down naturally as Ruth strode forward along the curved outer edge of the observation room.

He addressed his most trusted man, Jorin, the lord of the Thirteenth Company, with simple and swift Fenrisian war words.

"Tell me the truth, what is the real situation?"

“It’s tough,” Jolin said, walking slowly beside Ruth. “They all fought to the last drop of blood, because they knew there was no way out.”

“Jolin,” Ruth nodded, “I believe you. I have never doubted you.”

"But the bastards in Terra won't see things from our perspective; they only see that we haven't finished this long enough."

“Every time the battle reached a stalemate, they assumed that we were just indulging in slaughter and had not organized a proper offensive.”

“Father…” he said wearily, “being deceived, he decided to send Nimrod to end it all.”

[Nimrod, Sanchez.] Jorin chewed on the two names in his mind, the painful memories of Fenris's defeat stinging him.

"We really don't have any friends on Terra, the other legions are a completely different story."

Ruth clenched her fist. "We have been ordered to do this, and we must carry it out."

"To survive, just like in Fenris."

"The empire is being built, and the planets my brothers have conquered are meticulously recorded on golden scrolls."

"But that's not our style. Wherever the wolf pack goes, they leave behind only ruins. We plunder everything, leaving nothing but desolation."

Yolin saw a dark cloud descend upon the wolf king's smiling face and roared.

“Jorin, I have sworn to Macado that I will kill Lord Duran.”

"If we fail, those who have been attacking us from the shadows will step forward and make unwarranted accusations against us."

“I will not allow Nimrod to kill the tyrant Duran before me; I hate to see him win with such a calm expression.”

“He…” Ruston paused, then changed the subject, “I need to find Duran, the evil capital of the Fakh people, before Nimrod does.”

"I'm going to set Duran on fire and burn it to the ground."

"Old buddy, can you help me?"

“Of course, my alpha wolf.” Yolin’s weathered face was full of determination as he answered without hesitation.

[For you, and for myself.]
“You need to hurry and find Duran.” Ruth’s large hand landed on Jolin’s shoulder, warm and strong.

"Don't lose to those wizard brats like Nimrod."

(End of this chapter)