Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 787 The Ascended: Luo Jia, you're too late. What belongs to you has already been obtained by Ning Lu.
966.M30.

The “Word Bearers” licked their wounds and humiliation at Monazia, while each fleet acted independently.

The 1301st Expeditionary Fleet has arrived in a strange space region in the northern part of the Milky Way.

The vast expanse of space encompasses hundreds and thousands of galaxies.

The subspace anomaly presents a hazy mist that taints the stars, swirling around a core formed of boiling energy.

It's like an empty eye.

The fleet traversed the raging storm and reached a safe position.

The "Sawtooth Sun Chapter" spent three years destroying seven planets in the galaxy.

The warband's deputy commander, 7th Assault Company Commander Ager Tahl and his brothers transformed into wolves, turning planets into scorched earth.

They were like world-devourers, slaughtering countless people.

They vented their resentment at the humiliation suffered by the ruins of the Perfect City across the seven worlds.

The eighth world was not destroyed.

It was the twelfth world conquered by the 1301st Fleet, and its number recorded in the Imperial official records is 1301-12.

1301-12 was not destroyed because the inhabitants of this backward planet spoke the same language as the language of Kolchis, the homeworld of the Word Bearers.

Their beliefs were similar to those of Colchis.

Upon receiving the report, Loka Aurelion became deeply interested in this world and traveled there in person.

Upon his arrival, he immediately summoned the fleet's high command to understand the situation.

Sosa Daviere, the leader of the Star Speakers, spoke slowly.

"Your Excellency, what is swirling around this region is not just a mere subspace storm; it has been raging for a long time and has already infiltrated physical space."

"This region is both reality and illusion; even the subspace is a physical universe."

Loka's gray eyes revealed a long-lost brilliance. "What I see is creation, this is what the galaxy looked like at its birth."

“My brother Magnus showed me such sights in the villa by the Cold Lake in Terra Palace.”

"The difference is that this birth is not real; it is a ghost of the galaxy."

His tone was fervent: “The eyes or the vortex you see are both right and wrong.”

"It is a psionic imprint, and its power is enough to tear the universe apart and allow the warp to penetrate into the physical galaxy."

The Star Speaker took a deep breath, trembling. "Something in the world below us is screaming loudly."

Luo Jia's eyes gleamed, and he interrupted.

"This area has not yet been explored and has not yet been named."

"What warships did we lose during our voyage through the storm?"

Ager Ta replied sadly, “The Undying Reverence, the Hymn, and the United We Stand.”

"Make sure the star map we send back to Terra is updated; this region will henceforth be known as the Scalus Sector."

The mourners bowed their heads in grief, and the ship carrying Company Commander Scalus and his 52nd Company was on board.

His death was a heavy blow to the Sawtooth Sun Chapter, as the relentless warp waves engulfed a third of the Chapter.

Loka carefully took the scroll out of the wooden tube in his belt and gently unfurled it.

A spiral pattern was drawn on the papyrus scroll with charcoal.

Everyone recognized that it was the same sight they had just seen—a stain among the stars.

Boom!
The entire warship trembled violently, and the emergency lights turned everything red.

The holographic projection suddenly disappeared and then reappeared after a few seconds.

“This is drawn from memory,” Loka gazed at the crowd, “but all my Word Bearers should recognize it.”

"The Celestial Realm!" the high-ranking commanders of the battle group shouted in unison.

The Heavenly Gate in the ancient scrolls of Colchis.

“We were summoned here,” Lo Jia said in a deep and clear voice.

"Something is waiting for us on the planet below."

"It is calling my name through a psionic storm."

Lorga led the "Sawtooth Sun" battle group's battle group leader Diumos, 7th Company Commander Ager Ta, 39th Company Commander Shar Kure, and the priest to parachute onto the surface.

The gray gunboat, made of granite, landed. As soon as Loka stepped onto the ground, he noticed that the locals had distinctive purple eyes.

The golden-armored Guardian Vindasar, wielding a halberd, followed at a distance. Since being assigned to Primarch Lorgar's side, Aquilon had always ensured that at least one Guardian accompanied the Primarch.

Vendasa gazed at the crowd wrapped in wild animal furs, "It was the storm that turned their eyes purple."

"They are mutants, and they must be destroyed."

The Word Bearers looked at the Imperial Guard with disgust; since they joined the fleet, no one except Ager Tower had ever shown them the slightest respect.

Ager Tower stood in front of the halberd. "Aren't you curious?" "The world beneath our feet is adjacent to a warp storm, and the local inhabitants who greet us have eyes of the same color."

"How can you pronounce their destruction without asking why?"

“Non-existence itself is the answer,” Vendasa gazed at Loga. “Primarch Loga, we must purify this world.”

Luo Jia shook his head. "I want to see these people and decide their fate myself."

"I will not destroy the entire world's inhabitants just because my father's war dogs complain about the color of these people's eyes."

“The Emperor’s Eye will know all this,” Vendasa said solemnly. “The Emperor will also know all this.”

“Neither emperors nor empires will ever forget the truth we learned here.” Loka gazed at the woman approaching.

“I assure you, King Vendasa.”

Loka strode toward the woman, whose cloak was a light brown color, like a woven peach.

Her beautiful yet sinister purple eyes were surrounded by pale paint depicting the emblems of various tribes.

Vendasa opened the sound array channel, "That's human skin."

"She used dried and conditioned human skin as a cloak."

Agger Ta soothed, “I know, lower your weapon.”

“How can Loja communicate with these beasts?” Vendasa asked incredulously.

"They are skinners, mutants."

Luo Jia bowed to the young woman with long, black hair.

The skull on the woman's belt creaked. Although she was taller than average, it only reached her waist.

She calmly raised her head, her purple eyes fixed on the giant.

“I have been waiting for you, Lorca Aurelion.”

Luo Jia was taken aback. "You know my name."

The woman nodded. "We've been waiting for this for years."

"It was prophesied tonight. Look around, all the tribes have gathered here."

The sky was ablaze with color, the woman continued.

"Loka, a blessed name, the beloved son of the four true gods."

“I do not have four fathers. I am the son of the human emperor, nothing more,” Logar said restrainedly.

The woman let out a beautiful laugh, "You are the darling of the four gods."

"Your first father rebuked you, but your four fathers were proud of you."

Luo Jia's smile vanished. "Who are you?"

“I am Ingesel, the Chosen One.” A warm smile graced her face.

"Soon I will be Ingsal the Ascended."

"I am the guide chosen by the gods." She pointed her paint-covered hands to the ground.

"This world is called Kadia."

“Lojia, beloved son of the four gods, you are too late. What should have been yours has been taken by your brother Nimrod.”

Luo Jia asked in surprise, "You also know Ning Lu?"

"My stuff?"

What did he get?

Ingeser smiled innocently, "I'll tell you everything. Come with me to the Temple of the Giant Eye."

She turned and walked toward the cave.

There are no buildings on the surface of Cadia.

Lorga led the Word Bearers into the Temple of the Giant Eye, following Ingsal, and they soon discovered that it was a natural church composed of deep caves and underground rivers.

The temple was very simple, consistent with the primitive civilization of the Cardia people.

The cascading stone walls are covered with hieroglyphs and cuneiform runes, filled with intricate patterns, charcoal murals, and engraved emblems.

The Imperial Guard, Vendasa, stared at the graffiti and immediately felt a stinging pain in his eyes. He gripped his halberd tightly with unease.

Luo Jia's fingertips traced the charcoal drawings, then he suddenly stopped.

He stared at the two crudely painted paintings: in one, a man in a robe stood with a Cyclops in chainmail.

The other mural is clearer.

Between the two tall figures, there was a hand and an eye.

(End of this chapter)