Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 590 King of Sloth?
The surface of Randan's main star.

With a flick of his wrist, Nimrod caused the spinning blade of the Vaal Sword to churn, and the Brain Eater's crystal longsword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

He raised his arm, and golden light rose up, "imprisoning" it in amber.

Just as Ning Lu was about to take a step forward, the communication bead hummed. He raised his hand and pressed it, and Anacharis Scoria's mechanical synthesized voice came through.

"My Lord, a large underground facility has been discovered in the mountains of the southeastern part of the planet."

"The two Primarchs have also arrived here and entered the underground."

"Signal markers," Ninglu instructed.

"Transmitted."

Ninglu will receive the signal marker and send it to his private pilot, Nelson.

"Prepare for flight."

Ninglu, along with Akulduna and six others, boarded the Stormbird and flew towards the location marked by the runes.

His gaze swept across the observation window, overlooking the battlefield below.

The red of Shana spread across the battlefields, and the Machine God Guard vented the shame of the invasion of the Forging World on the land of Randan.

They shouted the name of the god of all machines, unleashing the flames of phosphorus weapons and releasing the fury in their hearts.

They used radiation weapons without restraint, turning hordes of enemies into charred corpses.

The black "Shadow of Order" remains a formidable force on the battlefield, with 105,000 men across four battle groups, more than the 83,000 men of the gray "Iron Warriors".

The worm-shaped incantation leaped, and the brain-eater collapsed, powerless.

The front row of the three-legged walking mechs, some of which are new experimental products equipped with space dwarf shield weaving technology, are deflected by the beam attacks of the bone-eating beasts.

From the "Iron Warriors'" position, beams of energy of different colors continuously rose, as weapons created under Perturabo's leadership targeted the alien's energy shields.

A large number of white motorcycles and speedboats equipped with a certain proportion of them roam the edge of the battlefield, launching hunts.

"Father, we are one kilometer from the target."

As Nelson pointed out, the Stormbird's narrow observation window revealed a deep entrance.

Thousands of constructs of various shapes and sizes, with their bent arms waving, swept beams of necrotic light toward the red-robed Mech God Guards.

A dozen or so winged soldiers hovered around a construct, and the molten flow spewed by the Phosphorous Destroyer burned its bizarre body to ashes.

Ning Lu's eyes flashed; [There are so many constructs.]
Each construct requires a significant amount of resources to build, and only the Destroyer of Sloth can possess them; typically, there are only a few.

The constructs we encountered in Bal Savor and Turks before were not this large.

Moreover, he did not see Peturabo or Chagatai, suggesting there might be other underground entrances.

Two possibilities: a large gathering place for Shros, or...

An entity like a king.
The Primarch opened the hatch, his eyes flashing with light and shadow, and surging subspace energy flowed like a tide.

He drew the Spear of Dionysus from behind his back, infusing it with immense spiritual power.

A dazzling spear of light pierced the sky, tearing apart the fiery red heavens, making the entire Randan clearly visible.

The "Corrupted Baron" suddenly swung his spear, and a thunderous roar crashed down.

The Dionysian Spear struck one of the densely packed structures at its center, and it raised its four bladed arms to block it.

boom!
Upon impact, the structure was crushed into dust.

The Spear of Dionysus slammed into the ground without pausing for even a moment. The residual force of the psionic shockwave remained undiminished.

Rumble!
The psionic shockwave spread like bubbles, tearing more than a dozen constructs to pieces and overturning dozens more.

Anacharis raised the Scepter of Vodia, and as soon as the head of the scepter leaped up with light, it was immediately overshadowed by an even brighter light.

The electronic familiar hovering beside him recorded this scene, and he felt fortunate. If he had used the old scanning array, it would not only have been unable to record, but it would have also burned out due to the energy exceeding its capacity.

The analysis module of the Strategist array was flooded with a large amount of data, and it took twelve rounds of iterations to return to normal.

My lord, you are so strong.

When will my strategist array possess the same level of destructive power?

Balsa Kuturi, the strategist for the 19th Army Corps, had just reached the hatch when he saw the light leaping up.

He stared down, suddenly felt dizzy, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, retching inside his helmet.

At the same time, inside another passage leading deep underground.

The Heavenly Shaman behind Chagatai, Tagutai Yesugei, paused, then knelt down with a thud.

Chagatai's sword paused briefly, then spun rapidly, slicing through the construct's flesh.

He kicked the construct away, then helped his Heavenly Shaman up and asked with concern.

"Tagutai, what's wrong?"

Yesugei vomited two mouthfuls of mucus, feeling as if his stomach had been emptied, and his face turned deathly pale.

“Great Khan…” Yesugei said with difficulty.

The Chogoris people called Chagatai the Great Khan, meaning the Khan of Khans, to distinguish him from the Khans of other tribes.

"A powerful psychic..." Yesugei could still clearly sense the impact from just now, even from tens of kilometers away, indicating that it did not belong to the level of the Astartes think tank.

Only Lord Magnus and Lord Nimrod among the Primarchs can use it, and Lord Saint Gilles is said to be able to passively foresee the future.

He believed that the Great Khan also possessed latent psychic abilities, but these had not yet been activated.

With Lord Magnus absent from Randan, there is only one person capable of unleashing such powerful spiritual energy.

"Lord Ninglu, unleash the attack."

He looked into the depths of the winding passage and continued.

"Deep underground, a powerful and evil being exists, whose will has disrupted the natural order."

On the surface, Nimrod ascended to the third level of the Therizinna Mind as he hurled the Spear of Dionysus.

As expected, Schloss's evil will swept in, pounding on the door of the mind.

His isolated island of the mind trembled in the tsunami; his face turned slightly pale, his temples throbbed, and his whole body felt icy cold.

Better to be silent tears.

But it's stronger than any of the previous Schlosses we've encountered.

As expected, it's someone like a king.
Ninglu glanced at the thirty-three silence talismans encircling his waist, then bent down and landed on the ground.

"Barbarian" Zadekir, supporting Balsa, leaps out of the cockpit.

“Zadekir, I’m alright.” Balsa felt the evil will recede like a tide, he ripped off his helmet, and felt much clearer-headed.

He didn't draw his force field staff; his experience with Sloth made him hesitant to use psionic weapons.

He held a bomb pistol in one hand and a force field sword with its psychic energy field not activated in the other.

The "lawyer" took a sudden step forward, following Lord Nimrod's instructions, and leaped into the air, delivering the simplest "Osberh-Vaya" first thrust.

The sword, forged from psionic crystals, pierced the open, pale, stalk-like fleshy body, tearing open the gaping maw of fangs brimming with bestial ferocity.

As the "lawyer" descended, it fired a series of explosive shells at the open maw of the construct.

The bomb detonated inside the structure's vulnerable interior, splattering pale flesh everywhere.

Glenn Wosotto gazed at Lord Nimrod's imposing figure and the shimmering golden force field, then activated his power gauntlets.

Glenn strode forward, his father's gesture of dominance sometimes overlapping with Lord Nimrod's figure, sometimes flashing past each other.

The golden light overwhelmed the blue, and the "arbitrator" followed Lord Ninglu's movements, waving his arm.

Lord Ninglu has a single fist on his left arm, while the "arbitrator" has both arms.

The "arbitrator" slammed out his right fist, the force field hissing, deflecting the tendrils and blades swung by the warrior construct, allowing Glenn to continue imitating and following Lord Nimrod's movements.

The "arbitrator" raised his left arm and slammed it into the pale body of the construct.

Pale flesh exploded and splattered, landing beside Zadkiel, the leader of the "Word Bearers" warband, "Descendants of the Brush."

The "Barbarian" was a head taller than before, and he strode forward wearing a Saturn-shaped Terminator prototype tailor-made for him by the "Shadow of Order" technical sergeant.

Feeling the power surging through his body, he moved forward at a pace only slightly slower than Balsa, whose armor was thin. Zadekiel silently praised Lord Nimrod.

He had recently reported his growth and changes to his father, who, in his reply, emphasized that his devout faith in the Emperor had earned him a reward from the power of faith.

Loka also acknowledged the "achievements" of his descendants in successfully promoting pastors in the "Shadow of Order".

The "Barbarian" let out a deafening roar, abandoning his former ornate blade and wielding a shrill chainsword, slashing at the swaying construct.

Pale flesh churned, and disgusting pus mixed with blood cascaded down the chainsaw sword like a waterfall, splashing onto the glass-like ground with a piercing scream.

Four bio-engineered mastiffs, emitting low growls, passed over the blood on the ground.

Two bio-engineered mastiffs leaped up and bit the arm of the warrior construct.

She crashed headfirst into him, then jumped away as the tendrils lashed out.

The last bio-engineered mastiff leaped up, and in the instant it passed the construct, it threw the armor-piercing grenade held in its paws into the mouth surrounded by sharp blades.

Garan Sulak, the apothecary of the "War Dogs" Legion, opened and closed his lips.

At the sound of whistles, four bio-engineered mastiffs, driven by their "trainers," pounced on their next prey.

Zo Sahar followed closely behind Lord Ninglu. He saw blue and white light swirling like ribbons, golden light leaping, and his eyes shone brightly.

A spark of inspiration danced in the "midnight poet's" mind, and he blurted it out.

"The descended king of Vostonia illuminates the dark skies of the hive world; "
The father of the 'Shadow of Order', the one who reshaped the Reapers;
The eternal victor of mankind's enemies, the glorious triumph;

"Conqueror of the aliens, destroyer of Randan..."

The chants of the "Midnight Poet" are like lullabies, echoing softly.

The people around them were momentarily dazed, as if they could see the quiet moonlight and the peaceful, gently rippling lake.

The constructs became disoriented and their bodies slowed down.

When Zo Sahar saw that the warrior constructs slowed down their movements of wielding their tendril blades and that the reaper constructs slowed down their firing speed for a moment, he couldn't help but curl his lip.

"A grotesque construct that does not understand the appreciation of poetry."

He attributed the less-than-expected results entirely to the semi-organic, semi-inorganic nature of life, ignoring the fact that he was merely a clumsy poet who had temporarily picked up poetry to gain power.

The tranquil poem entered Lucius's ears, bringing him back from the excitement of wildly wielding his sword.

The "fighter" suddenly remembered the goal he had set for himself before the battle, and he changed his sword-wielding technique from two hands to one.

The blades spun, as if five sharp swords were dancing simultaneously.

dang dang...

Amid a series of collisions, the tendrils and blades of the warrior construct were deflected.

The "fighter" leaped up like a raptor, swinging his left fist repeatedly.

The purple gauntlet struck the pale body repeatedly, and flesh and skin flew everywhere amidst the explosions like firecrackers.

Lucius felt a blast inside his body, like a bomb exploding, and he clenched his fists, looking at Akulduna.

I've finally caught up with you.
In Akulduna's hands, the restored Athena's Blade has had its abstract ancient Greek runes replaced with Kasser runes.

Thierry Vieira commissioned his swordsmiths to forge a psionic longsword for his worthy adversary, as he looked forward to facing Akulduna once more.

Akulduna is also looking forward to the day they face off again, but now he has a new goal.

"Sir, please hand him over to me."

"it is good."

With permission granted, the "Weapon Master" charged toward Shloth.

The "Weapon Master" spun around, dodging the beams of light shot from the Necrosis Scepter.

The First Court Swordsman danced gracefully, like a dancer in the Purple Phoenix Palace.

Timur, the "Master of Weapons," swung his staff from the middle, knocking it aside and leaving the gates of the Destroyer of Sloth wide open.

The "Weapon Master" leaped forward, dodging the worm-like arm that lashed out. Athena flicked her wrist, tearing through the necrotic cloak on the back.

The "Weapon Master" continuously swings, jumps, and blocks attacks.

“Meat chunks,” Schloss’s speechpiece uttered in broken low Gothic, barely audible, “slippery.”

The moment the inappropriate adjective "Master of Weapons" rang out, Athena's sword spun, hooking the hilt of the cross onto the Necrostic Scepter, and flicking it away from Shros's hand.

The jewel-encrusted blade spun rapidly, and the bodies of the giant worms scattered quickly.

Beyond the veil, in the highest heavens, the gazes of two beings were fixed on Akulduna.

The storm's blades danced, filling them with praise and joy.

The storm abruptly stopped, the explosion of an armor-piercing grenade shattering their enjoyment.

They were not angered; their gazes were drawn to two extraordinary warriors deep underground.

(End of this chapter)