Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 591 Your guards are comparable to the Primarch; I'd like to know just how strong you are.

Perturabo's icy blue eyes were fixed on the circular platform, while the Iron Warrior beside him fell in the Necrosis Beam.

But that didn't matter to him. His gaze was fixed on his target: thirty constructs carrying gray cabinets one by one into the obsidian-like circular spaceship.

Perturabo's mind was filled with a myriad of data: constructs exceeding the normal range, transferred items, two Sloths of similar height to him, and a gigantic Sloth even taller than Nimrod...

Everything was disassembled and reduced to its most primitive form.

Everything is reduced to numbers, with no ambiguous variables.

Integers danced in his mind: victory was 1, defeat was 0.

War is an equation: as long as the total is greater than zero, the price paid is worthwhile.

Any number higher than it signifies victory, and he will do anything to win.

Perturabo concluded that the giant Shros was going to escape, and that he was number 1.

He escaped, the result is greater than 0; he was killed, the result is equal to 1.

Once Peturabo reached his conclusion, he immediately set off.

The enormous broadsword swung in his hand, and the constructs were mercilessly swept away by the straightforward and cruel blade.

The disgusting beams of light shot from the metal tendrils that popped out from both sides of the Reaper construct, striking the baroque-style breastplate.

The armor plates were forged in the furnace of Korat Siakor and then handcrafted by Tairawa artisans, incorporating Naroda techniques to create its prototype.

It was ultimately shaped by Peturabo himself, who unearthed warlord technology from the War of Unification era on Terra, acquired Dragon Kingdom technology on Dawnstar, and finally inscribed the Ur-Phoenician language of Olympia.

The armored giant rolled over like a rock tumbling down a mountain, leaving behind the broken limbs of the construct.

Beyond the veil of heaven, in the highest heavens, Khorne, on his bronze throne, watched with keen interest as Peturabo charged forward with valiant interest.

Amidst the decadent sounds of the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh listlessly shifted his gaze from the aesthetically unappealing straight line to the white figure that started more slowly but was faster.

Chagatai, like a swooping raptor, darted among the structures, gracefully skimming over its pale body.

His scimitar moved with agility and speed, like a swift lightning bolt.

Each of his attacks was equally powerful, severing bone-bladed arms and splitting legs, causing constructs to suffer a significant drop in combat power or lose their balance.

Chagatai was constantly moving, and rushed to the circular platform faster than Peturabo.

The giant Shros raised his arm, and one of his two guards went to meet the white figure.

Chagatai's cloak billowed as he launched the preemptive attack, his movements as swift as lightning.

Shloth raised the Necrosis Scepter, and emerald energy swept across it, turning dust into clouds that drifted across the sky.

A dull rumble echoed across the wide, circular platform, and Chagatai's scimitar flew out of his hand.

He swiftly tapped the ornate hilt with his index finger, causing the blade to spin and return to his control.

Chagatai burst into laughter, the feeling of giving it his all as exhilarating as galloping on horseback.

He lunged forward, twisting his body, and aimed the blade straight for Shlos's abdomen.

Schloss twisted his body and leaned backward.

The nimble blade followed its prey closely, the worm's arm twisted, and the necrotic scepter blocked the swift blade just before the shroud was touched.

As the warhawk swooped down, the Iron Lord also stepped onto the platform.

Another Sloth guard raised the Necrosis Scepter, which shone with emerald light.

With a hissing sound, a scorch mark appeared on Peturabo's armor.

Peturabo raised the plasma gun he had created and pulled the trigger.

Schloss slipped, but the plasma gun still left a hole the size of a Primarch's thigh in his flashing body, and a large clump of charred maggots fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Shloth flattened his body, then straightened up again in an instant. His damaged body reformed, and he spread out in front of the Primarch, swinging his staff at the Primarch's legs.

Peturabo swung his broadsword to meet the attack, and the impact shook his arm upon impact.

Peturab gripped his broadsword tightly, his gauntlets smoking from the friction.

Khorne and Slaanesh in the highest heavens simultaneously shifted their gaze from the great battle they were watching to the figure in black armor and golden wings.

Nimrod spread his golden wings and pounced on the giant Shros.

He was the largest Sloan of all he had ever seen.

Nimrod looked down at the battlefield and saw the two Shros fighting against Peturabo and Chagatai, and thought to himself.

[Your guards are comparable to Primarchs; I'd like to know just how strong you are.]
At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind: the cooperation between Ryan Eljonsson and Lehmann Russ in the Third Randan War might not be limited to the battlefield, but also to the final duel.

[In the original "Duran Battle", after the duel between the lion and the wolf, the "Dark Angel" and the "Space Wolf" would meet and engage in a cat-and-dog duel.]

Only an enemy this powerful could bring two rival legions to fight side-by-side and two Primarchs to cooperate.
While the "Corrupted Baron" was pondering, he had already rushed in front of Shlos, and the blue and white blades clashed with the necrosis scepter.

The deafening explosion drowned out everything.

The lash of the tendril blade overwhelmed the roar of the bombs, and even engulfed the battlefield of two Primarchs.

King Sloth sensed a power no less than his own, and maggots emerged from his head, his parasitic eye staring in astonishment at the creature several sizes smaller than himself.

Since being promoted to "Corrupted Baron" and activating the power hidden in his body, Nimrod has encountered an enemy whose pure strength rivals his own for the first time.

With a flap of his golden wings, he soared into the air.

Ninglu was upside down, his golden wings spinning like a windmill.

In the blink of an eye, he had spun around hundreds of times.

The "Corrupted Baron" twisted his waist and back, his muscles bulged, and as he swung his arms, living metal rapidly spread, enveloping his left arm.

The golden flames of the Burner and the golden light of the Hand of Order shone together, illuminating the ground as if the sun were shining directly down.

Shloth gripped the scepter tightly in both arms, his body swelling as he faced the golden storm.

Rumble!
The mountainside shook, and the platform trembled violently.

The last batch of constructs carrying gray boxes stumbled and fell inside the obsidian hull.

The necrotic scepter flew out of his hand, and a roar of flames blasted away from Shlos's maggot-like head.

Schloss's parasitic eye swept around and found that the construct servants had completed their mission.

He decided not to get entangled with this powerful black-armored warrior. He suddenly shrank back and spread towards the spaceship as fast as a piece of paper.

[Huh? Trying to run away?]
Ninglu's golden wings flapped, catching up with the rapidly spreading shadow and swooping into the spaceship.

He raised his hand, holding the Vaal Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Throw!"

The sword blade flew out and embedded itself in the necrotic cloak, while the hissing force field crushed the clump of worms.

The worms spread away like liquid, and Ning Lu took a green teardrop-shaped talisman from his waist with his right hand in mid-air and chanted it in Dunn language.

"silence!"

The highest heaven.

Khorne's body slammed heavily onto the brass throne, then he immediately looked at Peturabo.

Slaanesh twisted his body, his gaze leaping toward another distorted magic mirror.

Inside the obsidian spaceship, Ninglu was astonished to see that the talisman created by the power of the Tears of Silence only made Shiros freeze for a moment.

He held a talisman in each of his five fingers and flicked it out swiftly.

Amid a series of shouts of "Silence,"
The "Corrupted Baron" unleashed his spiritual power, sending fragments of the shroud and charred maggots flying up, intertwining and swirling together to form a large net of intertwined gray-black threads.

In a moment of silence, a large, dark gray net enveloped and covered the worm's body, which was pressed against the ground.

Sizzle... Necrotic mucus spreads, and the "rope" net breaks.

The "Corrupted Baron" raised his arm and roared, "Law: 'Deprive' of rebirth!"

"The law decrees that 'deprive' oneself of flexibility and extension!"

The spreading maggots suddenly paused, then abruptly rose into human form.

The "Corrupted Baron" infused all his spirituality into the Hand of Order, and pushed his arm forward.

"captivity!"

The extremely viscous, transparent liquid flowed and wrapped around Schloss's body in layers.

Ninglu felt the blood-red chain on his right little finger swirl, and the stinging pain in his temple vanished rapidly. He stared at the enormous Schloss within the amber.

[It's really strong. I not only used the Silent Tear spell, but also the power of the Burner.]

Without a doubt, I will use you as material for my promotion to "Chaos Mentor".
Ning Lu surveyed the spaceship, thinking to himself.

He must have realized the defeat was inevitable and was preparing to retreat, otherwise I wouldn't have won so easily.

Perhaps, with those two guards stopping him, he might have escaped from Ryan and Ruth.
Ning Lu recalls that the "Randan Extermination War" did not completely wipe out the Randan people.

Although there have been no further records of brain-eaters and bone-eaters.

However, other races, including the Sloth, still have remnants outside the Empire's sight, but they are small in scale and cannot cause much trouble.

The Calithis sector, a place teeming with extraordinary people and strange and monstrous beings, has been a place where Sloth has been accumulating power and creating constructs for thousands of years.

However, even after the "Great Rift" unfolded, Shlos did not have enough strength to launch an offensive, and it was far from what it is now.

Compared to extinction-level threats like Tyrant Star, Sloth is merely a problem that cannot be ignored.

[It's unclear whether he escaped and revived the Shros race, or whether some of them have already fled to Callis.]
While Nimrod was pondering, he picked up the Val's Sword and walked to a gray box.

The term "Corrupted Baron" is a misleading term that transforms it into a power sword.

The sword slashed down, and a burst of blue light erupted.

[Hmm?] Ning Lu was slightly startled, dismissed the "change of concept", and waved gently.

As blue and white light shone down, a short, sharp explosion rang out.

Ninglu stared at the green stone, which was like jade and had strange eyes imprinted on it, like dazzling starlight, giving it an unreal feel.

He immediately recognized it as the main ingredient for the potion of "Recorder," the sixth sequence of the "Astrologer" class—the Starlight Recording Stone.

[Hmm, the Record Stone. Schloss wants to take it away. Does it contain their knowledge?]

So, the original Ryan and Ruth must have let him escape; he fled for the sake of the inheritance of racial knowledge.

Calicus's group of Sloths was smaller in number, but their technology had not declined.
Ning Lu pondered for a moment, then turned and walked outside.

As soon as he stepped out of the obsidian spaceship, he saw Peturabo, whose armor was dull but whose broadsword was mostly melted, and Chagatai, whose white armor was tattered but whose scimitar was intact.

Almost simultaneously, they threw an armor-piercing grenade into the severely wounded Shlos.

With a deafening explosion, the worms scattered.

Peturabo glanced at Chagatai with his icy blue eyes, then looked at Ninglu.

Where is Schloss?

"I've already solved it."

Peturabo remained silent, [at least not Chagatai].

Ninglu, this is only right.
Yesugei walked to Chagatai's side and looked at Ninglu in astonishment. That evil alien must have been the one that had been emitting evil will earlier.

He was stronger than the one the Great Khan killed, which meant...

Chogris' war eagle is no match for the king of Vostoria.

Chagatai stared at Ninglu for a moment, then spoke decisively.

"I want to go back to Chogris."

He disliked attending Terra's extravagant and hypocritical celebrations, and having summoned his offspring scattered throughout the galaxy to proclaim the birth of a new legion in Chogorris, he had no intention of returning with Nimrod and the others.

Anacharis Spezia's massive body shifted slightly to make way for Chagatai Khan and his entourage.

He looked down regretfully; his strategist array scanning module had only managed to input a portion of the data.

Ninglu walked up to Peturabo and spoke.

"This planet and the Ramirez-class star fortress are all yours."

Nimrod had planned this before the war; it was both a spoil of war and a gift for Peturabo, and a way to secure a place for him to retreat.

Nimrod doesn't know when he'll be able to gain the Primarch's absolute loyalty; perhaps Peturabo will still rebel.

Relationships do not completely determine one's stance, as is the case with Horus and Saint Gilles, and Phorgrim and Manus.

Perturabo's relationship with Horus, his views on Horus and Horus, and even the rebellion in Olympia would all influence his decisions.

By the time Ninglu subdues him, he may have nowhere to go within the empire.

Nimrod will not allow him to go to the Eye of Terror, for the Legion is corrupted by Chaos.

Then we need to find him a place to settle down, and Randan, the mother planet outside of Star Torch, is a suitable place.

He had several other places like that in his mind.

A Ramirez-class star fortress is a necessary investment.

Ninglu was not worried that if he failed to subdue Peturabo, Peturabo would use the Ramirez-class Star Fortress against him.

Once deployed, a Ramirez-class star fortress cannot be easily moved; traversing warp space is far too difficult for this behemoth.

Even in his fall, Perturabo did not trust the power of chaos; he relied solely on himself.

He certainly has the ability, but it's impossible for him to complete it in a short time.

During the "Great Expedition," Old Man Huang wouldn't give him time to do any construction.

His failure to undertake any construction projects was partly the reason for his downfall.

There wasn't enough time for a grand birthday celebration.

After that, it became even less likely for him to rise to prominence in the empire.

The Ramirez-class star fortress has a service life of only about three thousand years, and after the Great Birthday celebration, it is no longer a threat to be considered.

As for Ran Dan, it does have certain strategic value; I recall that the "Dark Angels" established a base here.

However, it is located outside of Starlight, making maintenance costs too high.

He already has Steelbreaker Fortress, a fortress of Death Watch, which has greater strategic value.

Peturabo's icy blue eyes sparkled, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

The aliens' home planet is a shining medal of honor.

The white warship "Star Hunter" departed first, while Peturabo left a large camp to be stationed in Randan.

The combined fleet returned to Terra to participate in the triumphant celebrations.

　PS: According to previous spoilers, Peturabo will be subdued and promoted to a higher rank in the later stages of the Grand Birthday Celebration. Only then will he be able to leverage the power of the "Disordered Kingdom" and make those of the same rank as the higher rank completely submit.

　　After that, he would do things that Ninglu couldn't do.

　　In addition, the promotion sequence 4 I mentioned before for the Grand Birthday Celebration is not before, but during the Grand Birthday Celebration.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)