Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 593 My First Uniqueness Wasn't the Black Emperor

Ning Lu gazed at the inconspicuous flag, about 1.4 meters long, among his many collections.

He asked Old Man Huang in the same tone he had used before.

Ning Lu keenly noticed that Old Man Huang seemed to have been reminded of something, staring at the flag for more than ten seconds before speaking.

"It is a flag that commemorates a terrible war."

Seeing that Old Man Huang didn't seem inclined to give a detailed explanation, Ning Lu cautiously considered activating his spiritual vision to examine the flag within the runic force field.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he immediately felt as if he were being bathed in flames.

[That's it... that makes me afraid to activate my spiritual vision...]
Ning Lu remained calm and continued walking, browsing through the collection item by item.

Finally, he stopped in front of a golden shield carved with a tiger.

"Have you thought it through?" The emperor came to his side.

Ning Lu glanced at Old Man Huang, then nodded.

"The choice has been made."

He came to the flag.

"You want him?" The emperor's voice carried a hint of surprise.

“It is the most attractive piece of my collection; I feel blood and glory in it.”

He glanced at Old Man Huang again, "I can't wait to pick it up now."

Nimrod believed it should be a magical object, and nothing would happen if it were not imbued with spirituality or even "connected" with it.

Even if it is somewhat dangerous and an accident occurs, Old Man Huang will not stand by and watch his Pegasus get into trouble.

Even if there are any hidden methods or trouble caused by Huang Laohan, the "Disorderly Country" can still withstand it.

As long as Old Man Huang doesn't resort to brutal methods and directly attack people's minds, the "disorderly country" will not be exposed.

Nimrod did not actually believe that Old Man Huang would use the same methods as Moro to deal with him, since both he and Magnus possessed psychic powers.

Even if it cannot be resisted, it will be noticed.

Even when Old Man Huang chose to go to the Primarch of Moro, he may have deliberately overlooked him and Magnus.

While Ninglu was pondering, Old Man Huang shut down the rune field.

He ascended to the third level of the Thelma state of mind, stretched out his right hand, and paused slightly as he touched the flagpole.

Ninglu felt the warmth in his palm.

[Um? ]
There was actually a response.

Ninglu clasped his hands together and grasped the flag.

The warmth spread rapidly, as if he were next to a furnace.

There were no terrifying mutations.

There was no emotional impact.

Ninglu breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he remained vigilant, maintaining his Telema mindset and discerning the sensations the flag evoked in him.

Warm... and seemingly with a hint of respect.

[Respectfully.] Ning Lu almost smirked; he had a strange, unfounded feeling of doubt.

Does the flag in one's hand still hold any emotion?

Ninglu, holding a flag, followed Old Man Huang out of the treasure vault.

His gaze swept over the ring on the Shield Guard Company Commander's finger.

Ring weapon.

Ninglu knew that some elite members of the Imperial Guard would wear ring weapons that matched their hand shape and strength.

Without a doubt, Old Man Huang could also command the space monkeys to create ring weapons for the Imperial Guard.

The probability of a large number of coincidental creations is close to zero.

The idea of ​​equipping Astartes with ring weapons flashed through Nimrod's mind, especially since the Order of Shadows had neither psionic nor magical extraordinary abilities.

I now have a total of 173 “associated” space apes.

They deployed ape force fields to power the ever-increasing number of ships.

Once the basic construction is complete, they can begin manufacturing ring weapons for the Shadow of Order, and perhaps protective orbs as well.
On his way to the Primarch's courtyard, Ninglu cautiously conducted experimental probes.

He raised the flagpole high, waved it, and infused it with a little spiritual energy.

Besides infusing spirituality, he tried everything he could think of.

Nothing had changed; the flagpole remained warm.

The honor guard members, seeing their father approaching with a flagpole in hand, couldn't help but look puzzled.

Ning Lu entered the villa, and on a whim, John, the cat with the powerful brain that had been lying prone, immediately ran over.

"Catch it!"

Ninglu bent down and spoke to the "Cataclysm Priest" through a telepathic link.

He saw John grip the flagpole tightly with both claws, but nothing happened.

Through the telepathic connection, Nimrod keenly sensed that John felt no warmth when he held the flagpole.

The flagpole was just like a normal flagpole, neither too hot nor too cold.

Ninglu sent another thought impulse: "Divide it."

The "Catastrophe Priest" closed his eyes slightly, about to perform divination, when he suddenly felt himself engulfed in flames.

In a panic, he dropped the flagpole, slid backward, and crashed into Freddy the Black Wolf.

"What are you doing."

Freddy impatiently swung his paw and shoved John aside.

Ninglu stared at the upright flagpole, unheld, yet standing firmly on the ground as if a gun barrel were driven into the earth at its base. Through their telepathic connection, he sensed John's burning sensation.

[The iron flagpole is black and stained with blood.]

Warm... Respect... "Church of Calamity"... Blazing Flames...

Could it be...?
Ninglu's pupils dilated sharply as he stared in astonishment at the flag.

The uniqueness of the "Red Priest" route.
Although the Profane Tablets have not yet revealed the secret of Sequence 0, Nimrod knows that there is only one true God for each path, because there is only one uniqueness.

[Hmm... The authority of the "Red Priest" is not only about war and destruction, but also about sacrifice.]

The "Red Priest" can pray to the source of power, or the source matter, for power or a projection to descend.

One can even pray to other sources that are not subordinate, including, of course, the "Land of Disorder"!
Ninglu suddenly understood why the uniqueness of the "Red Priest" warmed him and made him feel intuitively respectful.

When he grasped the uniqueness, the "Red Priest," who possessed the authority of sacrifice, became aware of the existence of the "Disordered Kingdom."

He was chosen by the "Disorderly Nation" and already possesses considerable authority.

Ninglu gripped the flag, and a thought flashed through his mind: a ball of flame would appear before him.

The next moment, he felt as if his palm was stuck to a water pump.

The "Corrupted Baron" instantly lost a quarter of his spirituality, and at the same time, an invisible and colorless flame appeared in front of him.

The "Cataclysm Priest" looked terrified, and Freddy's fur stood on end as he immediately tried to transform into his eight-legged form.

Nimrod gave the idea to extinguish the flames, and with one-fifth of his spirituality flowing into the banner, the flames vanished.

[It truly is the only way to access the "Red Priest" route.]

Perhaps the reason those magical items don't exhibit any unusual behavior isn't just because of the runic field, but also because of their unique existence; after all, the "Red Priest" is too domineering.

Unexpectedly, my first unique title wasn't "Black Emperor" or "Judge," but rather "Red Priest."
Source matter has a certain attraction to items of its kind, and there will be coincidences that lead to chance encounters.

It's possible that the Hand of Order's Power Gauntlets were the reason we met.

"Black Emperor" and "Judge" are clearly the most likely unique individuals to encounter.

[Old Huang, I'm extremely satisfied with this reward.]
Ninglu, holding the uniqueness of the "Red Priest," frowned again as he thought about the large amount of spiritual energy he had just lost.

[If I were to use the power of war to cause a war in a world, like the Agath I just acquired, or to tear the Agath apart with the power of destruction, or even to use the power of conquest to make the entire world submit to me.]

Leaving aside the limited respect that uniqueness commands from me, it's questionable whether it grants me sufficient authority.

Even if I were granted authority because of my status as the master of the "Disorderly Kingdom," I would still be drained dry and die.
Ninglu's eyes were deep; besides flames, did uniqueness serve any other purpose?

He walked toward the sofa under the fearful gazes of Freddy and the "Cult Master".

Black Wolf and Strongbrain Cat didn't lie low and approach as usual; instead, they ran out of the Primal Villa one after the other.

Ning Lu turned the warm flagpole, his mind filled with a jumble of thoughts.

[Sovereignty: war, conquest, destruction, sacrifice, charm, masculinity.]

Subordinate authorities: fire, calamity, courage, divine kingdom.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

[Sacrifice, primordial essence, "the disordered nation"...]

The war against the Hruds will be easier.
Ninglu was thrilled to have obtained the unique title of "Red Priest," and his mind was racing with thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, the morning bells rang on the first day of 875.

Ninglu tucked the flagpole behind his neck, which made him look somewhat similar to those green-skinned warlords.

But it is unique, so it is worth doing.

Ninglu, his back warm, stepped out of the courtyard. His keen senses had already detected Peturabo's arrival.

As soon as Ning Lu stepped out of the villa, he immediately noticed something more in the eyes of the Honor Guard members looking at him.

He got the answer from Peturabo's trident eyes.

Admiration, respect, loyalty...

[Hmm... The passive effect that carries the uniqueness of "Red Priestess" manifests as the passive power of charm.]

My charm has increased greatly.

An ordinary-looking flag, placed in an underground treasure vault, perhaps demonstrates the power of charisma and authority.
Ning Lu stared at the fleeting look in Peturabo's icy blue eyes and thought to himself.

[Hmm... If I could truly unleash the full power of unique charm, given our previous emotional foundation, I'm afraid I could immediately make Peturabo kneel and pledge allegiance.]
The "Red Priest" is the most charismatic male, possessing the allure to inspire submission and loyalty, yet also inspiring extreme loathing in enemies, who will seek to kill him without hesitation.

"Ninlu, I have completed the Grand Theater. Fricks will send it to your flagship later."

“I will finish it.” Ninglu keenly noticed a hint of melancholy in Peturabo’s eyes, which had regained their composure.

“I look forward to our reunion,” Peturabo said calmly. “My father has ordered me to go to Zavalik to quell the rebellion.”

Ning Lu was taken aback upon hearing this, and thought to himself.

[Although the Zavalik rebellion occurred in 876.]

But I remember it was the 611th Expeditionary Fleet that quelled the rebellion without any casualties.

Just then, Peturabo arrived in Terra, and Old Man Huang assigned him the task?
Ninglu thought of Peturabo's style of doing things and realized that Old Man Huang might have assigned the wrong task.

Peturabo's abilities are not in question, but he is not so lenient towards traitors.

Ninglu recalled what Old Man Huang had said to Peturabo at yesterday's celebration.

He will face "many trials" and will be "tireless, indomitable, and relentless."

Nimrod knew that he had said the same thing when he first arrived in Olympia and met Peturabo.

Old Huang really treats Peturabo like a beast of burden!

Yesterday was the celebration, and less than a day later, new tasks were assigned.
He sighed inwardly and spoke.

"Looking forward to meeting again."

Nimrod also left Terra that day, heading to the Caligum Gate region.

(End of this chapter)