Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 588 Peturabo: Nimrod, I've made what you wanted.

873.M30.

The main forces of "Shadow of Order," "Iron Warriors," and "Star Hunters," along with special forces of "Thousand Sons," "Ultraman," "Emperor's Son," "Midnight Lord," "Word Bearer," and "War Dog," gathered in the Caligum Gate space.

The Shadow of Reigns, Primarch Office.

After listening to Arsène Dunn's report on the assembly of the other legions, Ninglu sighed inwardly.

[The various task forces I "corroded"... well, those under my command will all participate in this War of Glory.]

Only Luther and Zaharie were absent. Lane, why couldn't you have kept Glenn like Guilliman did?
As Ninglu sighed inwardly, the Primal Attendant continued to report.

"All battle groups have completed their missions and cleared the aliens from the Empire."

"The sixth, eighth, ninth and tenth battle groups are already following Your command and completing their assembly."

Nimrod anticipates facing three battles in the next eight years: the "Extermination of Randan," launching an early war against the Hruds, and participating in the "Liberation of Druun" in 881 to acquire enslaved people.

He will obtain all the potion ingredients for the "Chaos Mentor".

Ninglu considered various factors and concluded that the three battles were of similar difficulty.

In order to avoid excessively depleting the strength of any particular battle group, he decided to rotate the various battle groups to participate in the battle.

Nimrod also considered factors such as the 7th Chapter's temporary garrison at Duran and the suitability of the "Dark" route for dealing with the Hruds, and ultimately selected the chapter for each battle.

"My lord, during the negotiations between the team and Mars regarding the captured artificial war satellite, the Director of Foundry made an interesting proposal."

"What?" Ninglu leaned back on the throne, listening with great interest to the suggestions from the tech enthusiasts.

"Mars proposed that they send a team to the orbit of the Fortress World to dismantle the fused Abomination Paradigm and the artificial war satellite."

"They will repair and upgrade the Queen Glory-class battleships and deliver them to you; it is expected to be at least an Imperial-class battleship."

"In return, they received the wreckage of a man-made war satellite."

Nimrod originally intended to move the remains to Vostonia, and Ryan Ramirez was ordered to conduct related research, which is still ongoing.

Considering that five artificial war satellites were captured during the Second Randan War, trading with the oil makers was the option to maximize value, he said.

"I agree."

“I will reply to Mars regarding your decision,” Alsena said.

"Lord Petulabo and Lord Chagatai will arrive in fifteen standard hours."

“Anakaris Scoria is waiting outside for Your summons.”

Ninglu leaned back on the throne. "Let him in."

Not long after the Primarch's attendant left the office, a metal construct composed of countless machines was forced to shrink its metal body before it could barely walk in through the wide entrance.

The twelve servo arms behind him contracted like spiders, and his waist and legs disappeared, completing his divine mechanization.

Tens of thousands of complex parts replaced his body.

The only remaining physical remnant on his body was the arm that held the scepter.

Ninglu scrutinized Anacharis, and the "person" before him gradually overlapped with the image of Shana the Tyrant at the peak of his power, the Father of the Hellfire, from his memories of the oil-man.

"My lord," the metal body responded with a respectful mechanical voice.

"The Forging Director has responded to your call and dispatched the entire Mech Guard and the Marinnax Knights to avenge the aliens that have desecrated the sacred land of Shana."

"Because of you, I have been appointed commander."

Ninglu nodded. Without his support, Anacharis during the "Randan Extinction War" was just a young technical priest leading a small army of mechanical gods on the front lines.

Now, he has become a sage 140 years ahead of schedule and is leading the entire Shana Expeditionary Force.

"Xana is your stage."

Ninglu said with a smile that Anacharis's Machine God Guard was the main force in his mind, which was why he only mobilized four battle groups to participate in the battle.

He left the stage to Anacharis, helping him gain immense prestige in Shana.

A light danced on Anacharis's face.

"This will make me a great sage and the master of a temple forging gods."

His massive, metallic body, even larger than Nimrod's, curved without a grating mechanical sound; the holy oil smoothed out all its structures.

“I am one step closer to becoming the casting director and taking control of Shana.”

"I will dedicate it to you."

Ning Lu nodded slightly. "I have no doubt about it."

The "Corrupted Baron" activated his spiritual vision, scrutinizing the "archaeologist's" scepter, weapons, and machinery.

"You have mastered the power I have given you."

“My Lord, you are wise,” said the archaeologist. “I have excavated fifty-one sites.”

"I have restored the lost ancient weapon, the Scepter of Vodia."

"I also used other restored weapons to realize the idea of ​​strategic formation."

Ninglu looked at the twelve servo arms behind Anacharis. The average machine operator only had one servo arm, while a few had several.

Anacharis, however, used his invented stratagem to simultaneously command all twelve arms to fight in unison.

"In this process, I gained inspiration from the Holy Grail Suit that you allowed me to study."

Nimrod gazed at the scepter, then gave Anacharis an approving look.

[That's right, Anacharis already possessed his signature weapon—the Scepter of Vodia.]

Now, he's just an ordinary Astartes... even if he encounters a small squad, he can blast them to smithereens with concentrated firepower.

Even a top-tier fighter like Akulduna has no chance of winning except through luck.
He thought of Akurduna, who had just been promoted to Sequence 7 "Weapon Master".

[Hmm... it's the old Akulduna.]

The outcome between the two is now unpredictable.

Anacharis's firepower is fierce, while Akulduna's skills are unparalleled.
“Wait outside for ten minutes before coming in.” “As you wish.” Anacharis carefully withdrew from the Primarch’s office, avoiding bumping his mechanical body against the decorations.

Nimrod then went to the “Land of Chaos” and ordered the space apes to concoct the Sequence 7 “Appraiser” potion.

Instead of waiting in place, he moved on to the third level of space and picked up the prophecy die.

Ning Lu's mind flashed through Ran Dan's information.

[In the northern part of the Milky Way, beyond the illumination of starlight.]

One of the stars in the Halo.

The home planet of the Randan aliens.

...]

After Ran Dan's information flashed through his mind, he silently recited it to himself.

[The star map leading from Cariham Gate to Randan.]

[…]
After reciting it silently eleven times, he stretched out his hand and threw the prophecy dice in his hand.

Ninglu recorded the star map displayed by the triangular pyramid in the data crystal.

A moment later, he pushed the golden potion in front of Anacharis.

Anacharis stretched out his fleshy arm, picked up the potion, and poured it into his mouth.

As the liquid slid along the bio-flow tube, a massive amount of information instantly flooded into the data module of the strategy array.

Ten seconds later, the newly appointed "appraiser," having received all the information, bowed deeply, his head hovering above the desk.

"My Lord, thank you for your blessings."

Fourteen standard ship hours later, Nimrod was in the War Council Palace when he received greetings from Glenn Wosoto and other commanders of the legion task forces, and had them all taken a seat.

Peturab then walked toward Nimrod with his trident. The asymmetrical architectural decorations that caught his icy blue eyes did not hinder his steps.

“Ninlu.” Peturabo’s expression was calm, but Fricks and the other two knew that their father had been looking forward to the reunion for a long time.

During the voyage, an officer made a mistake but was not even reprimanded.

“Petulabo,” Ninglu said with a smile.

As the two were talking, a tall figure wearing a decorated white fur-trimmed cloak entered the palace.

Chagatai's slender body was as sharp as a raptor. He silently surveyed the haphazard, tilted building that defied the laws of mechanics.

He stared at the twelve metal poles hanging from the dome and the flags arranged asymmetrically, three on the left, four on the right, and five in the center.

Chagatai's eyes revealed a hint of approval as he strode forward, with the Storm Prophet Tagutai Yesugei following beside him.

"Ninglu, I am ready to hunt."

After greeting his allies, he looked at Peturabo, who had a full head of dreadlocks.

"Perturabo."

“Chagatai,” Peturabo said indifferently.

"Chagatai, welcome."

After exchanging greetings, the three took their seats.

The Primarch's servant raised his staff, projecting a green hologram above the palace.

A planet is magnified and highlighted.

"Our target is it, the alien homeworld of Randan."

"I will formulate a battle plan."

As soon as Peturabo finished speaking, Chagatai's soft and indifferent voice rang out.

"I have my own way."

“You don’t understand them.” Peturabo’s rock-like voice echoed within the palace.

Chagatai shook his head and stared at Peturabo.

“My company fights the aliens in Shana, my offspring hunt on the frontier, I know my prey.”

“Petulabo, we should respect the customs of the Chagatai.”

“We will tell him the battle plan, and he will know how to cooperate with us.”

After a moment of silence, Peturabo spoke, "Only a part."

"enough."

Under Ninglu's coordination, Peturabo and Chagatai, whose customs differed and whose relationship was neither harmonious nor hostile, reached a limited consensus on cooperation.

Three days later, Chagatai left first, and Peturabo came to Ninglu.

“Ninglu, the weapon you asked me to build, I have completed it together with Zulin-4.”

"It was loaded on a transport ship and has been delivered to your vessel."

“Only you could complete its manufacture in such a short time based solely on my description,” Ninglu exclaimed in admiration.

Perturabo completed the manufacture of the weapons against Hrud as planned, and he could then launch the war as scheduled.

Nimrod knew that Peturabo didn't dislike making weapons; he would make weapons to pass the time in his spare time, but he hated making weapons all the time.

"Is your grand theater finished?"

"I look forward to seeing your work and bringing it to life."

Peturabo's icy blue eyes shone brightly. "It's almost finished."

"I want to make it even more perfect."

(End of this chapter)