Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 829 Wasn't Togon a huge fan of Horus? How come his admirer is me now?
997.M30.

Carrighamn Gate, Shadow of Reign, Primarch Office.

Ninglu, leaning back on the throne, spoke to Pejonila Viva, who was picking up a special Lyon berry with her fingertips.

"Pechonila, I am about to embark on a dangerous expedition."

Pedronella has proven her abilities over the past four years, and Horus chose her as his biographer not because she was a high-ranking court representative of the Capinus family.

The fact that she was not "corrupted" by herself is enough to show that she has a superhuman will.

“My flagship has arrived at Carrigham Gate; you may wait here.”

"Of course, you can also travel to any known world."

Pedronila wore a simple emerald green dress today, with ornaments made of topaz and silver hanging from the hem.

She squinted slightly, enjoying the refreshing taste of the pear lingering in her mouth.

Without savoring the aftertaste, she shook her head slightly but firmly.

"No, my lord."

"I am your documentary writer, and it is my responsibility to record your heroic deeds on the battlefield."

"This is the best opportunity. The dangerous battlefield is exactly what I've been dreaming of, the most touching scene."

[No wonder he dared to tread on Devon's territory.] Nimrod glanced at Pedronila with admiration, his tone carrying a hint of warning.

"The alien's mind control ability is stronger than Magnus's, and you have no chance to write down your own thoughts."

Although Nimrod believed that Magnus was the Primarch who could resolve the issue of the Herav Source with the easiest power besides himself, neither he nor Magnus were as capable as the Herav Source in the realm of the mind.

The Origin of Herav can mind control across thousands of light-years and even penetrate into the consciousness of Titan crews.

Before the Great Birthday, Magnus needed to sacrifice his psionic servants to gain power, whether it was to enter Horus's warp visions to prevent him from falling into chaos at the Temple of Devon or to deliver a message to the Yellow Man of Terra. The latter even needed to rely on the Web Path discovered by Argos.

“I can maintain the composure required of a documentary writer, which is exactly why you chose me, isn’t it?”

Pedrona proudly tossed her smooth neck, making the gray necklace around her neck stand out.

She raised her left hand and picked up a shimmering gem from her chest.

"After learning that I had become your documentary author, my father ordered someone to give me this family heirloom."

"It helps me stay calm."

“Following you is not easy, especially when your deep eyes are fixed on me.”

“Don’t rely on it,” Ninglu warned.

He knew that Pedronila had not been "corrupted" by him because of the gem necklace, but it might not be able to completely protect him.

Ning Lu looked up at the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the rapier with its golden blade.

[Magard's Corian Blades will be very effective against Helav.]
As he looked away, his gaze swept over the towering Eitsack. "You've convinced me."

“That’s great, thank you for your understanding.” Pedronila put the gray gem back.

"The moment you defeat the alien will surely be the most dazzling chapter."

Ning Lu opened the drawer, pretending to take something out, but in reality, black mist swirled between his palms, and a skull appeared in his hand.

As soon as he touched the skull, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

Ninglu placed the skull on the table.

"It's for you."

Pedronila trembled slightly, but not wanting to lose face in front of Lord Nimrod, she suppressed her panic and examined the unsettling skull.

The discomfort is not due to its appearance; the Capinus family's treasury contains many sacred relics, of which skulls account for about a quarter.

Petroni's discomfort is an instinctive aversion, a rejection in the spiritual realm.

"This is... the skull of a soulless being?"

Pedronila had seen those repulsive ladies around the Emperor and Macado.

She examined herself and determined that her aversion to the soulless was not the kind of jealousy typical of court ladies, but rather an influence that transcended reality.

"That's right, you can use it to make a piece of jewelry, such as a ring or earrings."

"It will protect you on the journey ahead."

This skull is a relic of the deceased Vesa Untouchable.

Over the past sixty years, the Vesa people have inevitably died due to war and natural physiological factors.

The Vesa people, unlike most other groups in the empire, had even less ancestor worship. When they discovered Nimrod, the Buddha they worshipped, and became interested in him, they naturally offered up the skulls of the dead.

Nimrod currently has forty-nine skull fragments, and another forty-five fragments were crafted into magical objects by "astronomers" such as Rosicky Cech, the master of the furnace.

“I really like this gift.” Pedronila picked up the skull with delight.

The skull felt cold to the touch, and her meticulously groomed, smooth-edged nails trembled slightly.

Pedronila beamed with joy, like a little girl receiving a gift.

"It is the best gift I have ever received, just like the maple table that the Emperor gave to my grandmother and then passed it on to me."

"I will have it made into jewelry and wear it close to my body."

"My lord." A deep voice rang out, seemingly out of place.

"Hasik, come in."

Pedronila held the skull, turned her smooth neck, and looked towards the doorway.

Two Astartes, clad in white armor, entered the Primarch's office one after the other.

Their shoulders were etched with golden lightning bolt emblems, symbols of the swiftness of their white scars. Pejonila's gaze shifted; "[Hasik, Hasiknayan Khan.]"

Commander of the largest brotherhood under Lord Chagatai.
Hasik glanced at the noblewoman sitting on the sofa to the right of the Primarch's desk, then stood in front of the desk.

“My lord, Togon Khan of the Moon Brotherhood has always admired you and hopes to fight alongside you.” Considering Togon and the noblewoman, he did not address him as “my lord.”

"Lord Ninglu." Togun Khan stopped beside Hasik, gazing at the imposing figure on the throne.

Togon Khan's deeply buried memories were awakened; back then, he was a child from the Nordic peninsula, and his name was Harun Svenseren.

He had the privilege of witnessing Lord Nimrod walking through the Gate of Eternity in a holographic projection.

Now, witnessing it with his own eyes, Lord Ninglu is far more magnificent than he had imagined.

Nimrod looked at the excited Torgon with slight surprise. [Isn't Torgon a huge fan of Horus? How come he's admiring me now?]
He recalled that during the Great Birthday Celebration, among the White Scar rebels, Hasik and others endorsed Horus's path, while Togon's support stemmed more from his personal cult of Horus.

Torgon has always wanted to become a Shadowmoon Wolf, but his training results are not good enough, so he cannot freely choose which legion to join.

Since Torgon admires me, I can't keep him at arm's length, so I'll "corrupt" him.

It's better to worship me than to struggle for redemption after Prospero's failed rebellion.

Hmm, but I remember Togon belonged to Yemulan Noyan Khan, not Hasik. Why would he come here alone?
Ninglu pondered for a moment and recalled that Yemulan's control over his subordinates was the most lenient among all the Khans of the Three Kingdoms, and each brotherhood had the greatest degree of autonomy.

The Brotherhood of the Moon and other brotherhoods are like eagles soaring freely in Chogoris.

Upon realizing this, Ninglu understood that Togon had come on a "free journey" to seek out his "idol."

He rose with a smile and extended his hand to Togon.

"Torgon, welcome."

"I'm about to begin a hunt, and you're welcome to join me."

Looking at the large, smooth hands that were even more lustrous than marble statues, Torgon restrained himself from reaching out.

He extended his right hand and grasped Ninglu's large hand.

"Lord Ninglu, I will be the sharp blade in your hand."

blah blah blah...

The memory pen reads Pedronila's thoughts and automatically writes down a line of text:
Even the soldiers of other legions held Lord Nimrod in extraordinary respect.

The "white-scarred" Togon Khan worshipped Lord Ninglu, and Hasiknayan Khan... His respect for Lord Ninglu was at least the same as that for Chagatai.

...]

Ninglu's eyes flickered as he took in what Pechonila had written.

The Primarch's eyes flickered with light and shadow, its consciousness spreading out, sweeping past the black hole, and circling around the olive-colored manor.

A thought flashed through his mind: "Chagatai wouldn't want to see this content; it would be harmful to the bond between the Primarch and his offspring."

The skull of the Untouchable cannot suppress the psychic power of the Primarch, and the Capinus family heirloom can only prevent him from penetrating the mind, but cannot affect the masters of the mind realm or the shallow consciousness of Pedronella—the thoughts in her brain.

Pedronila frowned, thoughtfully twirling the memory pen to erase what she had just written.

Ninglu controlled his consciousness; for some time now, he had been influencing Petronila's thoughts to control the content presented in the "documentary" biography.

He smiled and said, "Petronilla, you should go back and rest."

Pedronella's thoughts were interrupted, and she lifted her skirt. "Yes, my lord."

She walked toward the door and exchanged a nod with Primarch's servant, Arsène Dunn.

Pedronila watched as the eight lords and Thomas, the think tank director wearing a psionic hood, filed in after him and entered the office one after another, knowing that Lord Nimrod was going to hold a war council.

This was something she couldn't possibly participate in. Even though she had gained Lord Nimrod's initial trust, and he had even replaced Miss Viva's unfamiliar title with her by her name, Pedronila, military secrets were still beyond her knowledge.

Alsena walked to the desk and waited until the door closed and the clatter of her high heels stopped before speaking.

"My lord, I have sent a Star Language communication to inform all parties in the Empire that the Eleventh Legion will deal with the rebellion of Indra Sur."

Ninglu nodded and looked at Sanchez, the lord of the Seventh Warband, "Your plan."

“My lord, I have studied the data within the data crystal. The alien leader of Indra Sur is relatively weak, therefore my plan is…”

The data crystal that Nimrod gave to Sanchez four years ago already indicated that the Heraf source of Indra Sur was weaker.

He recalled that when the Dark Angels' think tank, Alavine, was fighting against the Heraf Origin, the thought in his mind was, "The monster that Corax killed was a ravenous and withered creature that had exhausted the psionic resources of its world and was gradually declining."

After listening to Sanchez's plan, Ninglu conjured a black knife out of thin air with a flick of his right hand.

"It will help you achieve your plan."

As he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind, and he sent a mental pulse to inform Sanchez of the special attack effects of the black blade.

The Black Knife is a magical item from the "Death" pathway, Sequence 3, "Ferryman" level, which he obtained when he killed Bishop Nephilim.

"Thanks be to God, with this I will surely be able to accomplish my plan."

Nimrod nodded, looking at Wilshire and Saint Diego Bergkamp, ​​who was stationed at the Cariham Gate, "The Second and Fifth Warbands are assisting the Seventh Warband."

"As ordered."

After Wilshire accepted the order, Nimrod then addressed Howard Finder, Lord of the First Warband; Bukayo Arshavin, Lord of the Third Warband; Adams, Lord of the Fourth Warband; Ramsay, Lord of the Tenth Warband; and William Wood, Lord of the Twelfth Warband.

"Set off, destination: Mistell."

The seasoned "reader" Alcena's brain immediately retrieved the information about Muspel.

"The world to which the Ninth Legion has submitted."

“That’s right.” Ning Lu nodded slightly.

"But Saint Gilles did not eradicate the aliens in Museil."

(End of this chapter)