Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 900 Horus will consider this the price we paid for our rapid advance.

The Shadow of Reigns, Primarch Office.

Nimrod leaned back on the throne and listened to the reports from the think tank director Thomas and the chief pastor Pat.

Twenty-five Alpha...

AlphaRes and Omega, you two really know how to find opportunities!

Fortunately, I was prepared and used Omega blood as material to research a magical item for identifying Alpha.
After a few seconds of thought, he ordered, "Launch a full-scale search across the entire legion to find all the infiltrators."

He sent another thought pulse to Pat: "You and your Royal Earl, 'modify the dream,' make them believe in me and think they are our spies, but have already won Alpharis's trust."

Nimrod did not immediately execute the Alphas, partly because he did not want to alarm Alpharis and Omega, and partly because he hoped to use them to mislead Alpharis, Omega, and even Horus.

Pat's eyes lit up as he recalled Alpharex and Omega stepping into a trap and dying in shock and despair.

Fortunately, I didn't make the decision on my own, otherwise it would have affected my lord's grand plan.
He and the others bowed to the Black Emperor, saying, "We will follow Your will!"

“My lord,” Arsène Dunn reported, glancing at the data panel.

"I have tallied the Legion's casualties on Murder Star; a total of 1,493 men have died."

"Among them, the 10th Battle Group suffered the most casualties, with 852 men."

Ninglu nodded. The three companies of the "Holy Blood Angels" were completely wiped out, and the five companies brought by Saint Gilles suffered more than four hundred casualties.

The Shadowmoon Wolves, the main force in the Southern Hemisphere, suffered more than two thousand casualties.

Because of my appearance, the six-month war on the murder star was shortened to three months.

The "Shadowmoon Wolves," originally the main force, suffered far fewer casualties.
"Reporting to the commander, we have suffered 3,625 casualties."

“I believe that when he hears this news, he will think it’s the price we paid for our rapid advance, which was faster than Shadowmoon Wolves,” Arsena said sarcastically.

After recording the Black Emperor's orders, the silver-haired Primarch servant continued to report.

"A delegation of tax collectors from Terra has arrived in the galaxy, carrying the seal of the Terran Council and conveying the orders of the Sealholder to us."

"Horus requests that you proceed to the Soul of Vengeance to meet with the delegation leader, Irnid Rasborne, along with Lord Sanguiles."

Ninglu nodded. "I understand."

After everyone left the Primarch's office, he heard illusory, layered prayers.

Ninglu immediately rose and left the throne.

After disappearing from everyone's sight, he took a step and arrived in the "Land of Chaos".

After Ninglu sat on the throne of the fourth dimension, his spiritual influence reached the ever-expanding and shrinking sphere of spiritual light.

Maria Kournikova and Dementieva, known as the "Pleasure Witches," knelt before the pyre, their hands clasped together in prayer.

The ascension ceremony for the "Witch of Pain" was the same as he remembered: to survive being burned at the stake for fifteen minutes without using a substitute.

Its essence is to continuously create intense pain to prevent the ascendant's spirit from getting lost in pleasure.

The ascension to the "Witch of Pain" is a painful process, only slightly less painful than the soul being torn apart and reassembled after drinking the "Shepherd's" potion.

Ninglu looked down at the various giant spider monsters in the palace on the first level of space.

He skipped over the building species with shovel-like limbs. This type plays the role of worker bees in the giant spider monsters, serving as the cornerstone of the group but also being the weakest, and their potions are the least effective.

His gaze fell on the silk-spinning organ at the end of the massive creature's abdomen. "In his words, the 'spider silk' ability of the advanced 'Pain Witch' will be even stronger."

His gaze shifted, landing on the pitch-black flying creature.

“It will make you more agile, hmm… and maybe there are other enhancements, but Freddy didn’t give them a chance to use them.”

After a moment's thought, Ninglu made a decision. In the blink of an eye, a jet-black flying creature and a building creature flew out of the palace and landed in front of the towering furnace.

The space ape immediately sprang into action, beginning to concoct the Sequence 5 "Witch of Pain" potion.

A moment later, he tossed the "Witch of Pain" potion, concocted by the black giant spider-like flying species, into the illusory gate. Akum-Sothoth Cluster, Potsdam.

After exhausting Pezera into a deep sleep, Maria, the "Witch of Pleasure," quietly left the planetary governor's palace.

After arriving in the wasteland, she met with Dementieva, who had erected the stake at the stake according to the Black Emperor's decree, and knelt down to pray devoutly.

The illusory gate opened, and amidst the surging black mist, a vial of potion flew out and landed in Maria's hand.

A towering figure emerged from the depths of the black mist, and the Black Emperor's "majestic" voice resounded.

"Dementieva, tie Maria to the stake, give her the potion, and then ignite the flames for fifteen minutes."

Mary's soft body trembled uncontrollably. "My Lord, I have angered You."

“This is not a punishment.” A dignified voice came from inside the gate.

"It is the necessary price to gain power."

"Only in this way can your body withstand the power I bestow upon you."

The "majestic" voice calmed Maria's trembling body, and she was no longer afraid.

Mary rose and walked toward the stake, like a pilgrim heading toward the Kingdom of God.

Dementieva picked up the even number of black and gold chains prepared in accordance with the Black Emperor's decree and bound Maria to the stake layer by layer.

She took the potion from Maria and glanced at it.

It resembled dark red blood, yet quickly turned pitch black.

It occasionally produces disgusting green foam.

Glug!

As the potion entered her mouth, countless images flashed through Maria's mind—past experiences of pleasure:
"Terra" is the same as the Kostis family's Admiral Raspadori.

……

Dementieva saw Maria's face flushed and she was caught in a strange pleasure.

She dared not delay, grabbed the flamethrower, and aimed it at the stake.

Crackling sounds...

Fireworks ignite promethium fuel, and flames leap up into the air.

Maria's body was engulfed in flames, and her long black dress was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Ah..." Maria screamed as the images of pleasure flashing through her mind vanished one by one.

Suffering from the burning pain, she gradually regained her senses amidst the pleasure.

Fifteen minutes later, Dementieva immediately raised her hand, and frost spread, crackling and burying the fireworks.

She dropped the flamethrower and went to the stake.

Dementieva carefully touched Maria's body and was immediately surprised to find that her smooth skin was even more delicate and smooth than before the burn, as tender as a newborn.

Maria stepped down from the pyre and spoke to Dementieva.

“Our lord will not deceive us.”

“Pain brought me back from pleasure, and I received a new gift of strength.”

A bottle of dark red potion flew out of the black mist and landed in Dementieva's raised palm.

"Now it's your turn."

With a mix of fear, anticipation, and longing, Dementieva walked toward the stake.

(End of this chapter)