Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 824 Bjorn: The Shadow of Order, Was All This Really Achieved Through Sorcery?
The feudal world, the royal palace of Santepetó.

Maria Kournikova, known as the "Pleasure Witch," elegantly sipped her wine, her eyes sparkling.

"Sweet and delicious, with a lingering finish."

She had long been accustomed to transforming from an "assassin" lurking in the shadows into a socialite walking in aristocratic circles, having tasted countless fine wines, so the wine in her glass was hardly anything special.

The seasoned "witch" offered her praise, simply because she had learned King Pep's preferences through fifteen banquets.

The sixty-four-year-old king, after a long struggle to win the throne, deserved the praise.

King Pep, dressed in a magnificent silk robe, wearing a crown, and holding a golden scepter, wore a smile.

“Ms. Kournikova, this is a cellar that I buried myself forty-two years ago.”

“At the time, I said that I would only personally unseal it if I ruled Santepeto and became the king and planetary governor of the empire.”

"Congratulations on getting what you wanted." Maria's red lips parted slightly.

"The crown rightfully belongs to you."

"I wonder if I have the honor of learning about your glorious journey to the summit?" Maria initiated the conversation. According to the intelligence she possessed, Pep's ascension to the throne was inseparable from the help of the Bone Drinkers.

Her time is running out; the gray fleet of the Wild Wolves is heading towards this world.

Although the Emperor ordered the Black Emperor to deal with the Bone Drinkers, the wolves did not leave like the Midnight Lords; they did not give up the hunt.

Maria knew that once the wolves arrived, their punishment would burn the world to ashes.

Despite Pep and his officials sacrificing to the aliens, the serfs should not be slaughtered.

They were no different from most of the world's people who submitted to the empire; they didn't even know the empire and the emperor existed.

They work just as they have for thousands of years, paying taxes to the king.

The planetary governor appointed by the Empire—the king—is no different from other kings in history, as long as he submits to the Empire and follows the orders of the officials sent by the seal-holder.

King Pep gave a mysterious smile. "Ms. Kournikova, I was able to set things right thanks to the Apostle's help."

"We dedicate ourselves to their great cause, and they punish those who steal the country."

[Your offering is a sacrifice, isn't it?] Maria thought coldly, but a smile graced her face, her blue eyes shimmering with tears.

"I wonder if I will have the honor of meeting the apostle."

“Of course.” Pep looked at the woman with fair, smooth skin and a slender waist.

“The apostle has always been willing to give more people revelation and help, so if you want to see him, you must bring your servants with you.”

“You must have brought tens of thousands of servants with you,” he thought of the void ship docked in orbit.

"Of course, it would be my honor. I will bring them to meet the apostle."

Two sidereal hours later, ten cars, belching black smoke, roared away from the royal city and headed towards the valley outside the city.

Inside the gold-painted sedan, Pep glanced at the dashboard in front of him; they were still 500 meters from the valley entrance.

He turned to look at the alluring woman beside him. "We're almost there. Where are your servants?"

Maria, the "Witch of Pleasure," tossed her hair, activated her spiritual vision, and saw countless points of light heading into the valley.

She tapped the communication bead in her ear with her fair fingers, then pointed to the sky.

"They've arrived."

A burning desire ignited in Pep's eyes as he gripped the golden scepter tightly.

Your servants will become their food, and you will become my plaything on my bed.

Your warships and your wealth will all be…
Pep suddenly shivered and was about to order the driver to turn up the air conditioning when suddenly white frost caught his eye.

puff!puff!puff!
Three ice crystals pierced the heads of the king, his driver, and his attendants.

Blood dripped onto the frost-covered seats and the ground beneath their feet.

boom!
The car door closed gently, and the wheels were already trapped in the "Frost of Control" of the "Pleasure Witch".

Behind her, frost and black flames surged as the "witches" quietly dealt with the entire convoy.

Maria gazed at the sky; the black vehicle had opened its hatch and was dropping cargo.

One after another, Ovidias with inflatable bags hanging from them fell from the sky and crashed into the valley.

Whoosh...

Countless polymer fibers covered in downy fibers rose from the ground and grew to be taller than Kournikova's nest tower in the Vostonia Monarch City in an instant.

Maria pressed the communication bead. "Send a message to Lord William: the aliens in Santepetor have been dealt with."

At the same time, in the wild world of Milton.

Lord William Wood of the 12th Regiment walked ahead of the local barbarians.

The "Master of Puppets" was not accompanied by any prophetic puppets; she was ordered to crystallize and take root in the flagship's divination room.

He also did not wear the new armor created by Armor Master Malevolus, based on the Hades Terminator and Hunter Set growth and adaptive system.

After being promoted to "Master of the Puppet", the "Faceless Man" gained a significant boost in his "transformation" ability, and could reduce his body size by one-tenth at the cost of increasing his body size by three times.

Even so, William the Puppet Master was still a head taller than the tallest man in the world, the barbarian chieftain Van den Belch.

A scene suddenly flashed through the mind of the veteran "clown" William: the downy hair on Van den Berg's chest was fluttering, and suddenly a strand was blown by the wind and fell down his broad back.

He increased the stride of his left leg as the downy feathers began to flutter.

Whoosh!
The downy feathers brushed against his body, fell to the ground, then floated up again, grazing William's trouser legs.

After tumbling three times, Ak Harris reluctantly landed on Van den Berg's hairy feet.

"Haha, Brother Wood, you're not kidding me?" Van den Berg dragged his body forward, his muscles bulging. "You really want us to eat our fill?"

“Brother Van den Berg, why would I lie to you?” William’s voice was loud. He already knew from the message sent by the chief apothecary that the intelligence and cognition of the Bone Drinkers originated from their hosts.

He observed that those who drink bones in this world must not be very wise.

The earliest Bone Drinkers likely had never been to the civilized world before coming to this world.

However, William still played his part carefully, a habit of seasoned "Faceless".

Of course, he also knew what the bone drinkers gathered on the barbarians wanted to eat—the bones of himself and others.

"My boss said the more brothers you bring, the more you get to eat."

"Have you summoned all the tribes?"

“Haha, I’ve called all my brothers.” Van den Berg’s chest hair fluttered, and the Ak Harris around him swayed in the wind.

"Look, they've all come, people from all over the world."

William looked around and saw rows of barbarians with flowing fur walking unsteadily towards him.

“Very good.” The veteran “magician” raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!
The performance begins.

Fireworks burst open, and Oviedo, headdress adorned with colorful ribbons, descends from the sky.

"The gift I prepared for you, the food you've been craving."

Enjoy!

William was watching his own magic show when suddenly the communicator on his waist started buzzing.

After listening to the report relayed by the sound array master, he smiled and said, "Tell the wolves they're too late."

……

The third flagship of the Space Wolf, Nidhogg, is the wolf's den.

After hearing the words of the wolf priest Nayut the Threadbringer, Wolf Lord Ogvi Ogvi Heimschluth's hand, holding the Fenris mead, trembled slightly. The targets of the hunting packs were all taken over by "Shadow of Order".

He suppressed his anger and looked at the young Bloodclaw.

Bloodclaw's short hair was tied in a bundle with a leather cord. His face was long and solemn, with intricate tattoos covering his angular features, making his mouth and nose stand out even more.

Its abnormally protruding snout resembles that of a wild beast.

The extraterrestrial visitor of Fenris, the founder of the Imperial Society of Historical Research, the chronicler Kasper Ansbach Hauser, was called the Wild Bear.

That's the Gothic equivalent, and in Fenris's Hearth Language, which outsiders can't understand, his name is Bjorn.

"Bjorn, what have you discovered?"

"What about those ships that passed through the world where the Bone Drinker Xenomorphs were active? What did you find when you tracked them?"

Bjorn felt the wolves' eyes were on him; they too were prey.

Although not as devastating as the alien-infested worlds swept away by the "Shadow of Order," they are still valuable prey.

"Wolf Lord, were they dealt with by the Shadow of Order using bizarre methods?"

"What methods? Their wizarding tricks?" asked the rune priest Longfang, whose Fenris name was Ulfru Heolos.

“I’m not sure,” Bjorn said, revealing his true thoughts.

"They supplied those ships with a popular cargo, a type of meat animal called Ovija."

"The attacks by the Bone Drinkers caused a severe food crisis, which is why Ovida was so popular."

Bjorn looked bewildered. “Some of the Oviedos have vanished into thin air. I checked the cargo and transshipment records of five ships, and they have all disappeared.”

"I interrogated the captains, cargo managers, and all relevant personnel of both ships, but I couldn't find the cause."

"witchcraft."

Bjorn looked at the resolute Ulfru, his brow furrowed.

[Did the Shadow of Order truly achieve all this through witchcraft?]
While Bjorn was puzzled, the Chukunonso star system...

Armed transport ship, Volstonia Fire.

Tierney watched as barges descended one by one, the "swindler" directing the "thieves" to deliver the Bone Drinkers that the Black Emperor wanted into the cargo hold.

The "fraudsters" successfully misled the captains of the various void ships using "mind manipulation" and "psychological interference," causing them to unknowingly transport Ovija.

After the Bone Drinkers on the ship were attracted, they led the "Thieves" to move cleverly in the cargo hold and then quietly left at the port.

Tierney gazed at the spheres of different sizes, lost in thought.

[It is time to offer a sacrifice to our Lord.]
As Tierney prepared for the sacrificial ceremony, Nimrod had already received the first batch of Akharis sacrificed by the Tenth Warband in the fourth dimension of the "Land of Chaos".

He gazed at the spiritual light emanating from it, "It really is an ingredient for a magic potion."

"I just don't know which pathway it is? The 'Witch King' of the 'Moon' pathway, or the 'Ancient Alchemist' of the 'Mother' pathway, Sequence 4?"

"I don't know how much each portion will be; it can't be a bucket or a vat, can it?"

As Ning Lu pondered, he sent them into the seventh level of space, where the threads of rules entangled them.

With a thought, he touched the spiritual sphere of the "Crimson Scholar".

"Mikel has arrived in Terra."

(End of this chapter)