Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 612 The Chaos of "Terra"

As the black mist surged and the three lords departed, Nimrod spread his spiritual power, and after confirming that Dementieva was alone, he pulled her into the "Land of Chaos".

“My lord,” Dementieva, the “Witch of Pleasure,” bowed and reported, “My lord, I have become the lover of Ilias, the patriarch of the Puvil family, who controls the Ministry of the Interior. He has fallen into my control.”

“At yesterday’s social banquet, Mary presented the statue that You commanded to Marshal Lenormand.”

"This move greatly displeased Admiral Raspadori of the Costis family."

Ning Lu nodded slightly. That "spiritual sculpture" was different from the other statues. It was made by him using an even number of black gold pieces, which could carry more spirituality in the real world.

"Execute the plan at 11:11 PM tomorrow night."

"Follow Your will."

The next day, at 11 p.m.

Sivitas, a western city of Terra, is located in the High City.

Wearing a backless long dress, the "witch" with jewel-like green eyes skillfully "instigated" the defense officer.

"Giuliano, don't hesitate."

Her long, slender, fair fingers traced across the man's chest.

“Ilias is in charge of the Executive Yuan. With his permission, what are you afraid of?”

"Besides, I will help you."

“Kill Julian, who used his power to force you to buy your shop at a low price.”

The "witch" turned slightly to the side, and black flames rose from her left hand.

"I will help you kill him, and then the entire Sivitas will be yours."

Giuliano glanced at the beauty in his arms and suddenly pulled her into his embrace.

"You are mine too."

The "witch" laughed; she saw flames and disaster.

11:11.

The "witch" raised her right hand and wiped it across her face, instantly making her features blurry and indistinct.

At the same time, the "witch" chanted Dunn's incantation and sprinkled a handful of shimmering, fluorescent powder on herself.

The "witch's" figure began to disappear little by little from Giuliano's sight.

The "invisible" witch moved nimbly past the guards.

In an instant, he arrived at Julian's bedroom and glanced at the two guards standing in front of the door.

The seasoned "assassin" slipped into the shadows, silently climbed into the room, and came to the bedside.

A flash of cold light, and blood soaked the silk pillow.

At the same moment, Nimrod in the "Land of Chaos" spread spirituality, simultaneously touching forty-nine "spiritual sculptures" with whom he had established a "connection".

Within the High City, all the sculptures came to life at the same moment.

Inside a building in the east of the city, a smiling nobleman in fine clothes swirled his wine glass, staring with a broad smile at the gift presented by the head of the Kournikova family.

The beautiful image of Mary flashed through his mind, and he gazed at the statue in front of him, as if Mary were right there.

Suddenly, the statue swung its arms and slammed them down on his head.

The Minister of Communications, outside Baena's bedroom.

The guards raised their guns and attacked the come-to-be-alive statue.

clap clap clap...

Pieces of rock fell, but the statue continued to move forward.

"Go to hell!"

The guard threw a grenade, and with an explosion, the statue shattered.

Before they could even rejoice, a gentle breeze swept past them.

Spider silk threads swarmed over them and wrapped around them.

The "assassin," dressed in the Marcatton Hunter suit, leaped down from the wall and ripped the guards apart with his claws.

Immediately, he rushed through the gate and completed the task that the "spiritual sculpture" had not finished.

Flames erupted within the city of Supreme High.

The nobles, who were "incited," launched a surprise attack on the rival family.

The officials, who were "incited," gleefully slaughtered their political enemies.

A calm and collected man was killed in his home by an "assassin".

Mansions burned fiercely in the flames, igniting months of conflict.

All the major factions went into a frenzy, launching attacks on their rivals and causing further chaos.

Inside the throne room, the elderly "Emperor" hastily ascended the "Golden Throne".

"Who can tell me what happened?"

The recent power struggles among various families have caused considerable chaos.

But he suppressed his anger, knowing that if he dealt with them now, they would immediately rebel.

The dozens of ancient families involved could plunge the entire High City into war. The number of invisible warriors is too small to wipe out so many families simultaneously.

"Communications are in complete disarray," an official replied in a panic, facing the Emperor's thunderous wrath. "I cannot reach the Minister of Communications, Lord Baena."

"Baena is a useless piece of trash, and Le Normans, what kind of commander-in-chief is he?"

"And Elias, didn't he tell me that everything was under his control?"

The Emperor's angry questioning took place in the Le Normand mansion, in his office.

A dark figure leaped out from the flashing beam of light.

It swung its fist and smashed it on a guard's head.

As blood stained the filing cabinet, a beam of energy suddenly shot out.

The statue shattered, leaving a deep, rippled crater in the office, as if formed from molten white wax.

Lenormand breathed a sigh of relief; the statue presented by Maria, the clan chief of Kurnikova, had suddenly moved.

Its movements were so swift that the guards couldn't keep up with it at all, and in the blink of an eye, it killed fifteen of his guards.

Lenormand looked to his right; thankfully, he had an invisible warrior protecting him.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he suddenly saw a heatwave-like ripple on his right, and a woman in a black robe appeared where the air distorted.

The "hypnotist" Diana Boleyn's fist slammed into the blurry figure captured by her spiritual vision.

boom!
The invisible warrior, clad in a red cloak, had his head explode and his body lay on the ground.

Le Norman quickly rolled over and aimed his laser pistol at the assassin.

The "hypnotist's" eyes flashed, and he was already in front of Lenormand.

She reached out with her left hand, grabbed Lenormand's wrist, and with a slight pull, the laser pistol fell to the ground.

Lenormand stared in horror at the blonde woman in front of him; how could she be so strong?

How did she get in?
Was the strange sculpture just now a cover for her?

The "hypnotist's" blue eyes flashed, and he sprayed a liquid with his right hand.

The bedroom, once filled with the smoke of battle, is now filled with a sweet fragrance.

Le Normans' tense arms instantly relaxed.

The hypnotist said in a deep voice, "Sit down and look into my eyes."

The "hypnotist" released Lenormand and watched him sit down as she had instructed, a smile playing on her lips.

Inside the villa that Elias had bought for his lover, the "hypnotist" was patiently and skillfully using "psychological suggestion."

Dementieva, dressed in a silk nightgown, glanced disdainfully at Ilyas, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Having enjoyed the "pleasure" and exhausted himself, Elias fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he found himself powerless in this chaotic night and could only cooperate with the Black Emperor.

Dementieva felt as if the spider silk within her body was melting, realizing that her actions just now had allowed her to better control the power bestowed upon her by the Black Emperor.

The "Pleasure Witch's" ears twitched, and she swiftly went to the door.

She opened the door and looked at the subordinate who rushed over.

The subordinate glanced at the "Pleasure Witch" whose face was slightly flushed, and then restrained himself from looking away.

“Ms. Dementieva, a riot has broken out in the city. I must see Lord Ilyas immediately.”

"Hush..." The "Pleasure Witch" placed her fingers between her red lips, and strange, almost invisible threads wrapped around the officials and guards.

They were pulled together, and layers of "spider silk" wrapped them up, instantly forming a huge cocoon.

“You are still useful,” Dementieva said softly.

As Dementieva closed the door, in the Kostis family mansion, Admiral Raspadori asked Maria in surprise.

"You mean, the fifty-eight warships that suddenly appeared in the star system all belong to the Kournikova family."

Maria, dressed in a bright red silk gown, smiled and said softly.

"Of course, they were all summoned by me to help you control those uncooperative subordinates."

"Terra is yours."

Laspadori, dressed in military uniform, said coldly, "I've summoned all those idiots."

"No one in the fleet dares to defy me."

"However, with your family's fleet, no one can stop me from becoming emperor."

Raspadori looked admiringly at the beautiful woman before him; she was not only beautiful, but her family was also powerful enough.

"Marshal..." The naval officers hurried into the office.

"Fire!"

The admiral's guards unleashed a barrage of bullets at the generals.

When Terra descends into chaos, the first layer of the "Land of Chaos" appears.

Above the furnace, Nimrod, carrying the enslaver, looked down as the space ape poured the Hellas Volstron of Vostron into the furnace.

(End of this chapter)