Warhammer: The 11th Primarch - The Black Emperor

The peaceful silence was shattered in an instant, and a storm of psychic energy erupted between Nareth and the shadowy eight-legged black wolf.

The genetic primarch clearly sensed that, by following his will, his psychic scythe had severely wounded the opponent's mind.

But the creature still remained hidden in the darkness; he hadn't locked onto its exact position.

'It's nearby, fleeing quickly. My awareness can't detect it, but the Shadows of Order should be able to sense it within a certain range.'

Just as this thought crossed Nareth's mind, he sensed that Sanchez was being engulfed by darkness, and a chant began to echo:

"The melody of peace gently drifts,

In the folds of eternal night,

All things fall silent."

Immediately, Nareth poured his psychic energy into the mind of the Reaper Lord through their psychic link and began sprinting toward Sanchez's location.

Sanchez, hearing the poem, felt his mind slowing; he struggled to resist the mysterious power overtaking him.

Just as he was barely hanging on, teetering on the edge of sleep, a surge of powerful energy burst into his psyche.

In a flash, Sanchez was fully awake. The Reaper Lord was just about to activate Warp Insight when his pupils trembled in shock.

He saw the black wolf walking through the air.

Though he inherited the Primarch's keen senses, he couldn't perceive the creature at all.

The 'Pyromaniac' conjured a flock of flaming crows, allocating a sliver of spirit to each crow created by Flame Crow Art.

He suddenly raised his hand, flame crows detached from his body, and, under his control, darted toward the eternal darkness.

Sanchez's thunderwolf lunged upward, leaping at the much larger black wolf.

A Fenrisian wolf does not allow another wolf to leap before it.

The black wolf's eyes flickered. The black-armored warrior below had somehow resisted its innate ability to drag enemies into dreams.

Ordinarily, it would've paused to play with such an interesting person.

But now, it had no time. That terrifying being was closing in behind it.

The black wolf decided it had to immediately shake off the black-armored warrior.

Black mist surged, and eternal darkness devoured the crows.

Sanchez vaguely saw two extra pairs of legs sprout from the wolf's abdomen.

Eight limbs slashed the sky, creating rippling shockwaves.

The leaping thunderwolf's eyes lost focus; its massive body crashed down, limp and lifeless.

On the ground, the gyrinx curled up comfortably and drifted into slumber.

Sanchez felt his consciousness, his spirit, even his soul, slowing involuntarily.

If not for the continuous infusion of psychic energy from Primarch, he would've already succumbed to sleep.

Just as Sanchez fought with all his might, the Nareth's voice rang out:

"Well done. Leave the rest to me."

That praise filled Sanchez with joy and clarity; he snapped out of his dazed state.

He saw Nareth sprinting across Luna's silver spiral architecture, leaping high into the sky, straight at the eight-legged black wolf.

Golden forcefield light bloomed. The primarch leaned forward, fist clenched, arm swinging.

His body fused with some strange force, leaving an afterimage as it crashed into the black wolf. His punch struck the creature's back with unstoppable, inescapable power, devastatingly lethal.

A Sequence 1-level Verdict: Death landed on the eight-legged wolf, instantly banishing the newly sprouted limbs.

The wolf was blasted away like a cannonball, slamming into a nearby silver spire.

BOOM!

The entire silver tower collapsed, burying the black wolf under the rubble.

Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!

The Shadows of Order nearby heard the terrified, sorrowful wails.

The black wolf shuddered in fear; it could sense that the golden forcefield carried terrifying power.

Even more terrifying than the blue forcefields it had once encountered.

It had previously recovered quickly after being hit by a blue field by merging into the dark.

But this time, it could feel it would take a very long time to recover.

It wasn't the color of the forcefield that made the difference, but the terrifying strength of the black-armored giant himself.

Ignoring the pain wracking its body, the black wolf knew it had to shift into a special form to escape this monster.

A thousand years ago, it had accidentally discovered it could temporarily shift into an eight-legged state.

In that form, all its abilities increased dramatically, and only then did it have a chance of escaping this black-armored giant.

If it could maintain that state longer, the black wolf was even confident it could drag the giant into a drawn-out dream battle.

The black wolf shook itself upright, darkness spreading around it. Two more wolf legs sprouted from its abdomen once again.

"The melody of peace gently drifts…"

The second verse of the chant hadn't even begun when it was abruptly cut short.

The genetic primarch appeared in a flash before the wolf, and threw a punch.

The blood-red chain wrapped around Nareth's pinky had begun to resonate with him during the pursuit.

He had confirmed it was a mystical item related to the "Moon" pathway, one that greatly enhanced spiritual regeneration.

Thanks to the chain's acceleration, his superhuman body could fully recover its spirit in mere seconds.

Even before the golden disintegration forcefield enveloped the wolf, a formless tidal force had already slammed into it.

The black wolf was banished into the sky by Sequence 1-level "Verdict:Exile," spinning like a windmill, its extra legs vanishing once more.

Nareth's black eyes gleamed. After these few engagements, he had judged the wolf's strength:

'This is a mythical creature on the "Darkness" path, an Eight-Legged Demon Wolf. A Sequence 2 Transcendent or creature can fully maintain such a form. But this black wolf can only enter the mythical state briefly, and it doesn't seem complete; it's likely only at Sequence 4. Just stepping into this domain.'

As he pondered this, Nareth pursued the banished wolf, leaving the dome of Aristotle Beta behind.

Behind him were the sleeping residents, still trapped in the darkness created by the black wolf.

Just beyond the dome's climate control, the Primarch sensed the brutal cold of the lunar night, over -100°C, and the low gravity.

He slowed slightly, allowing his body to adapt. Two steps later, he had already adjusted to the temperature and gravity and continued chasing the wolf.

He caught up twenty kilometers away, in a canyon where the temperature had dropped below -150°C.

Nareth leaped into the air and kicked the black wolf in the abdomen.

BOOM!

The wolf crashed into the canyon below, the massive impact sending shards of rock flying.

Nareth followed, landing squarely on the wolf's body.

He raised his power-fist and brought it down again and again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The black wolf was pummeled mercilessly. It struggled desperately, trying to throw off the black-armored giant.

But the giant's strength completely overwhelmed it. The savage blows made the wolf whimper and howl.

After eleven brutal strikes, the wolf finally managed to block a punch with its claws and, finding an opening, spoke in broken High Gothic:

"S-stop… h-hurting… me…"

"I'll… be your… mount… your… pet…"

Its eyes met the deeper darkness within Nareth's, instinctively sensing the giant was considering the offer.

Trying to raise its value, the wolf added:

"I can… find you… others… like me…"

Its speech became smoother by the end.

Nareth stared down at the wolf, thoughtful.

'A Sequence 4-level extraordinary creature could be a useful ally. In a tough battle, it could briefly distract or influence enemies, improving my odds. Leman Russ had Freki and Geri, Fenrisian wolf brothers. Having a stronger black wolf wouldn't be bad either.'

Having come to a decision, Nareth acted.

He didn't believe the black wolf's words, but he had his own way of making it submit.

He stood up, deactivated the runes on his power fist, and the golden glow faded.

As the black wolf crawled up, attempting a flattering smile, Nareth teleported behind it and smashed it with a punch to the back of the head.

Confusion filled the wolf's mind as it blacked out, collapsing into unconsciousness.\\

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