Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 665 Guilliman, I don't want to be inferior to you, but you're too slow.
Ning Lu picked up the triangular cone and spun it around, as information about Novalis flashed through his mind.

The mountain range is composed of towering peaks and wide valleys.

Feudal kingdoms of varying sizes are scattered throughout the world, ruled by nobles.

The Novalis are known for their resilience, exceptional swordsmanship, and superb weapon-forging skills. Each person is required to forge their own weapon as a rite of passage into adulthood.

[…]
Novalis is the homeworld of the Silver Templar Chapter, born during the "Ultimate Founding" era of the 42nd millennium, located on the edge of the Altrama Sector.

The Silver Templars are the most obvious genetic manifestation of Guilliman's belligerent nature, and the dueling Novalis are the best source of recruits.

Nimrod has already selectively picked the jewels of the five hundred worlds of Otrama; the rest are up to their own standards, whether they're good or bad.

But after learning about the progress of "Ultraman" from Glenn Wosotto, he realized that there were still some worlds worth exploring.

After all the information about Novalis flashed through his mind, Ning recorded it silently in his heart.

[Star map of Caligum Gate leading to Novalis.]

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

After the triangular pyramid tumbled several times in the air, it landed in his outstretched hand, and a scene of radiant light appeared before his eyes.

After noting down the star chart, Ninglu entered it into the data crystal, sighing inwardly.

Guilliman, I "don't" want to be as good as you, but you're too slow.

Moreover, Novalis is not valued in your country either.
Ninglu recalled that Novalis was long occupied and controlled by the Slaanesh Warband's "Flawless Lords" until it was reclaimed during the "Unyielding Expedition".

When the empire returned, the planet had lost a quarter of its population.

While Ninglu was pondering, he returned to the real world and summoned the Knight Lord inside.

After Thierry Vieira bowed, he removed the blade of the sword forged by Master Cassell from his waist.

“My lord, this sword has been with me for sixty-five years and can fulfill Your request.”

“Okay.” Ning Lu nodded slightly, and the psionic sword disappeared into thin air as soon as he put it in his hand.

The space apes on the first level of the "Land of Chaos" began to concoct "Guardian" potions using materials such as weapons long used by the Black Giants and Ascended Ones.

Thierry glanced at the Black Emperor with awe, then began his report.

A moment later, Ning Lu produced a bottle of pale blood-red potion with a flick of his right hand.

He placed it on the table and instructed, "Drink it."

Thierry, overjoyed with gratitude, picked up the potion.

He glanced at it and saw that the entire potion bottle seemed to be enveloped by the tangible morning light, with the pale blood-red potion faintly visible.

Thierry tilted his head back and drank the potion. The moment the liquid slid into his stomach, both of his hearts began to pump simultaneously.

Holes appeared in his heart, from which the light of dawn shone, illuminating the most magnificent giant body of the legion beneath him, Nimrod.

Thierry's mind, his consciousness, was enveloped by the dawn.

The warm, intoxicating light plunged him into a strange state of blissful intoxication.

In a hazy state, a deep voice resounded in my mind like thunder.

"Remember the oath you made to protect."

The "majestic" voice jolted Thierry from his daze, and he instinctively obeyed the Black Emperor's orders.

He immediately recalled the oath of protection he had made to the Honor Guard and three companies of the Warband a year and a half ago, speaking loudly in Dunn.

"I, Thierry Vieira, swear to you that I will do everything in my power to protect my brothers in arms."

The Black Emperor requires a declaration to be made to the object of protection, so He cannot be the object.

He is powerful and does not need protection, but rather devout service.

Thierry recalled the scene: his brothers-in-armored warriors, their right shoulders adorned with orange-red swords, kneeling on one knee, leaning on their swords after he had sworn his oath.

A series of rhythmic, dull thuds echoed through the light.

Images from memory pierce through the fog.

As dawn broke, the newly appointed "Guardian" knelt on one knee.

"My Lord, thank you for your blessings." "I will protect the Legion and serve you!"

Ninglu nodded, gazing at the "Guardian's" robust body.

Although his physique didn't grow any larger, it became even more solid. Combined with his extraordinary abilities, once he abandoned offense and focused solely on defense, he was the strongest among his men.

As he pondered, he placed the data crystal on the long table.

"You shall immediately proceed to Novalis and reclaim the local feudal kingdoms as your chapter's recruiting world."

The Eighth Legion will be the first to acquire three Legions that fit the Legion culture for recruiting troops worldwide, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

[A world suitable for "warriors" is the easiest to find!]
"Follow Your will."

The Guardian happily picked up the data crystal, knowing that the warband he had sworn to protect would be strengthened once again, all thanks to the Black Emperor's blessing.

The Eighth Legion set off first, followed by the main forces of the other six Legions, who, under Nimrod's orders, headed to the Sak Trada Abyss.

……

As the Fifth Fleet led the way through the Ramirez-class star fortress defense zone and began its exploration, the Eighth Fleet's fleet arrived in the real world.

Novalis is a feudal world with low technological level, still bound by the planet's constraints. The fleet successfully arrived at the orbit of Novalis's main star.

The Shadow-type Stormbird squadron flew from the black ship towards a planet with no concept of air defense.

Thierry looked down at the beautiful planet below through the narrow viewing window.

The vast ocean, a deep blue ribbon.

The towering mountains, reaching into the clouds, reflected in his dark eyes.

The Stormbirds swept across the vast deserts and mangrove-covered tropical swamps, flying towards the densest concentration of life signals scanned by the Auger Matrix.

A gleaming silver light caught Thierry's eye; countless warriors clad in silver armor and wielding longswords were fighting each other on the ground below.

Thierry noticed that the warriors on both sides were fighting one-on-one, with no one-on-many battles.

He gained a direct understanding of the Novalis dueling culture mentioned by the Black Emperor within the data crystal.

Thierry immediately had a way to win over the locals, and he gave the order.

"Pilot, open the cabin door."

Thierry walked to the hatch, with his honor guard captain, Joe Wattara, in a black suit of armor close behind him.

Although he was only a "warrior," Joe's physique was only slightly shorter than that of the various "Dawn Knights" company commanders.

As the winner of Ventrilian's coming-of-age ceremony, he received the Hunter's Suit that Thierry had once worn before becoming a member of the official Order of Shadows.

The Hunter Set's growth adaptation system enhanced and modified his body, and within a week, he inherited Thierry's combat experience while wearing the set.

Joe, a master of Sabathius swordsmanship, is the Chapter's dueling champion and has defeated many "weapon masters".

Thierry jumped first, and the number lit up in his helmet visor was 9,400 meters.

Joe and the others followed closely behind, the wind whipping against their black armor.

The explosions rang in the ears of both sides, and they all stopped fighting and looked up at the rapidly falling black meteor.

"Meteorite!"

They exclaimed excitedly that meteorites were excellent materials for forging swords.

The nobles from both kingdoms quickly retreated, excitedly rubbing the blades of their swords, waiting for the opportunity to seize the materials needed to forge the swords.

A warrior clad in magnificent armor frowned slightly.

The falling meteorite was unusual; it was not encased in flames.

As he looked up in bewilderment, the black "meteorites" plummeted downwards, and he made out the outline of one of them.

His pupils dilated violently; it was a giant.

A light like the morning sun shone on him.

Rumble!
(End of this chapter)