Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 838 You're so confident, daring to enter my mind.

Nimrod and the Originator of Hlav swirled lightly at the same time, colliding together like dancers.

They moved at incredible speeds, their golden light colliding repeatedly with the radiant blades, creating ripples of energy.

The ethereal blade hissed, countering the golden punch that would reverberate from the giant fist, and spun towards Ninglu's abdomen.

boom!
The Origin of Heraf was astonished to find that the heavy punch that should have been aimed at his head had suddenly appeared on his back.

boom!
The golden light burst open the back of the parasite of the Herav originator, tearing apart large patches of black skin.

Joints fractured, bones broken.

Psionic smoke rose from the machine, resisting the raging power.

The Origin of Hlav slid to the right to dodge.

A heavy punch came suddenly, hitting his body directly, as if he had deliberately run into it.

A strange shadow loomed in the parasite's eyes, falling upon the black-armored giant that enveloped him.

Anticipating interference!
His form suddenly became blurred, the air thickened and deformed, and gathered into a ball of psionic energy.

The parasitic arm spun rapidly, and the ethereal blade propelled a thought, sending an energy wave toward Ninglu.

Wherever energy passes, the material world and the subspace are deformed, and it even spreads into the realm of the mind.

Ning Lu raised his hand, blocking the blow aimed at his thigh and knocking it away.

The spirituality of the "Chaotic Mentor" spreads, and "entropy energy" ripples and permeates, tearing apart the surrounding spacetime structure.

The etheric blade suddenly accelerated, exceeding the limits of the Helav Originator.

During the bizarre acceleration, the atmospheric composition subtly changed, becoming thicker, and the hue quietly shifted towards the blue end of the spectrum.

The light on the ethereal blade dimmed rapidly, then suddenly disintegrated and shattered, scattering into specks of light.

Two of the parasite's teeth, covered in black veins, fell out with a clatter. His arm suddenly became withered, and his body became weak and powerless.

The ethereal blade shattered with a bang, filling the air with psionic smoke.

The arms of the parasite of the Heraf Originator withered and shrank into claws, which swung towards Nimrod's chest.

He extended his right arm, grabbed the withered arm, and raised the parasite high.

Entropy energy waves repeatedly wash over and cleanse the parasitic body.

The black veins began to move, darting around like swimming fish.

"You can age my body, but what about here?"

"Everything around us slowed down," the Originator of Hraf said sarcastically.

The battlefield, shrouded in smoke, changed in some way; the reflected psionic smoke dissipated in the wind.

The explosive flames turned to ashes, and shadows stretched out.

The arm that was raised above the parasite rapidly faded and eventually disappeared.

The black veins on his body faded, and his skin emitted a faint glow.

A strange smile appeared on his face as he looked around with interest.

He looked up and saw twinkling stars hanging in the sky.

He looked down and saw patches of shadow on the ground.

“This is your mind,” the Primal Heraf said leisurely, as if he were a visitor.

“My people told me that Angron is a blood-red world of slaughter.”

"Amidst the buzzing that echoed throughout the world, knights clad in magnificent armor and wielding fine weapons clashed with unarmed warriors armed with clubs."

"Barbarian warriors kept falling, each time smashing a crack in the blood-red earth..."

“Saint Gilles is…” Heraf’s narration abruptly stopped, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

"All your genetic power, even your psychic abilities, are utterly useless here."

"Here, I am the one who truly..." Heraf's confident words turned into a silent sob, and clusters of tentacles erupted around his body.

Light and shadow move in unison.

The blinding light tore apart the tentacles.

A thick shadow wrapped around the body of the original being of Hlav.

The Primarch Obsidian's eyes narrowed. "[You're incredibly confident, daring to enter my mind.]"
From the outside world, within the minds of the Titan crew members, Nimrod's mental power, fueled by "ambition," could only maintain a balance of power. But in the realm of the mind, he was the true master.

The shadows spread upwards, converging at a single point—the "brain".

The "brain" is not a physiological concept, but a supernatural one.

The convergence of mental forces compelled the mind of the original being of Hlav to splash out a series of images like paint:

Stars illuminate this imagined sky, rotating around this supermassive black hole.

With each breath, pulses of light and matter spanning millions of years are ejected.

The images connected in the light to form a psionic network, creating a light that did not belong to the real world.

Under Ninglu's mental pressure, shadows outlined the shape of a nebula.

The tendrils of the Primal Heraf burst open, exploding into a cloud of nothingness.

The smoke dissipated, drifting and dissipating in the wind.

"Want to run?"

The shadows swirled around the smoke, outlining a colorful scene that revealed the inner workings of the nebula.

As plumes of smoke dissipated, they transformed into swollen, enormous orc cruisers made of scrap metal, slender Eldar ships, Hrud petal-shaped vessels, and bizarre, alien void ships.

Most of the ships are extremely ancient, belonging to a race that humans have never encountered before, except for a few metal tombstones that record the ships and the wreckage in the orbit of the shattered world.

Occasionally, Baroque-style warships covered with battlements and a very few Imperial Gothic warships would glide through the void.

Ninglu's eyes narrowed, focusing on the elegant fleet.

Each warship has a crystal spindle hull and exquisite pods, resembling a palace floating in the void.

Force field shields shimmered, and the ship's hull, adorned with armor and barbs, resembled a gleaming carnivorous creature soaring through the void.

Ninglu's consciousness continued to penetrate, locking onto the source of the bright halo.

The physical dimensions recede, revealing a spiderweb-like network of veins.

Asteroids are rotating.

Pieces of debris floated in the air.

A ring of orbital debris surrounds the shattered, dead world, slowly revolving around a dim, nearly extinguished giant star.

As Ning Lu was meticulously imprinting every detail of the star cluster's space and celestial phenomena, an iris suddenly opened within the cluster.

The giant eye, covered with tentacles, stared intently at the black-armored, golden-winged figure.

boom!
The stars in the broken galaxy suddenly die, their light shooting into space.

"Ninglu!" A voice filled with hatred and fear suddenly ignited in an arc, severing the tentacle like a blade.

The tentacles fell in neat rows, and the entire world was annihilated.

A wisp of tendril appeared out of thin air in Ninglu's right hand. He reached out and grabbed it, catching the falling corpse along with it.

Unexpectedly, things went even more smoothly than I had anticipated; the Originator of Hlav actually penetrated deep into my spiritual world.

Not only did I, like Ryan, seize the opportunity to explore Herav's original world in the northern part of the galaxy, but I also obtained Herav's physical form, which can be used as a medium for divination.
bang bang bang...

Every enslaved being on the Muspel stopped in their tracks, bewildered, and the reactors of the Asia Predator and Hellhound abruptly ceased operation.

A mental roar resounded within each of the Heraf parasites, as the original entity fled, losing its psychic focus in the real world.

Togon Khan looked up at the sky, while Lord Ninglu held tightly to the powerful alien leader parasite.

(End of this chapter)