Chapter 1: Primordial Matter "The Country of Disorder"
In the darkness, Ning Lu wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy, as if glued shut.
He vaguely sensed his curled-up body slowly rotating in the turbid amniotic fluid, drifting in a hazy slumber.
He didn't know how long had passed when his senses suddenly sharpened. Beyond the amniotic fluid were glass partitions, which belonged to an unpainted, silver-gray metal-cased device.
The smooth surface of the device had numerous mechanical slot connectors, and on the front, the silver Gothic numerals—XI—were clearly engraved. Below it, a smaller metal plate bore another line of smaller, delicately written inscription.
This was the first time Ning Lu had "seen" such writing, unlike any script he knew. It seemed to be a long and complex prayer, used to beseech blessings and support from external forces.
Just as he was trying to decipher it, a surprised voice sounded in his ears.
"My Lord, the Eleventh Primarch's senses are very keen, just like the Fifteenth Primarch's."
A majestic voice, like thunder, rang out.
"No, Malcador."
"I endowed the Fifteenth Primarch with powerful psychic talents, while the Eleventh Primarch I granted keen perception and a strong consciousness."
"He will possess extraordinary insight. He will be able to keenly capture the enemy's weaknesses and deliver precise and fatal blows. He will be the battlefield reaper, harvesting lives."
[The Eleventh Primarch?]
[Malcador?]
Ning Lu felt as if struck by lightning, his hazy consciousness instantly clearing.
Holding a scepter, the seemingly frail old man radiated a dazzling light, but compared to the nearby sun, he was more like a star.
The moment his consciousness touched the sun, he felt a searing pain, as if burned.
"Sleep! You are still too weak. The time for you to serve me has not yet come!"
The sun's voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, and Ning Lu immediately lost all sensation of the outside world, as if the entire universe had shrunk to the confines of the gestation pod.
His body also slowly turned, facing away from the two speakers, his brain sluggishly thinking.
[I... transmigrated... They are... the Emperor... and Malcador... I've become... the Eleventh... Primarch...]
Ning Lu felt his thoughts fall into a strange state. After that sentence fully formed in his mind, he didn't know how much time had passed.
His senses were suddenly liberated again, or rather, the restraints vanished.
He sensed the existence of the platform, the vibrating metal pillar engines, and other gestation pods.
He also sensed another clear consciousness, Magnus?
Ning Lu sensed that the Emperor and Malcador had left, and he also sensed the surrounding gestation pods and the powerful life forms gestating within them.
He also sensed the scientists working at their stations below the platform, the number "I" printed on the backs of their protective suits.
Their gloves were stained with blood as they used silver scalpels to dissect pale organs.
At this moment, Ning Lu had confirmed that he had transmigrated to the Warhammer world and was a gene-sire created by the Emperor for the "Great Crusade" to conquer the galaxy.
[Why did I have to transmigrate to this cesspool of a world, and as the Eleventh Primarch who will be erased?
Even if I am careful, can I really avoid my future fate?]
Just as he thought of this, he suddenly felt his "body" float up, enveloped in black mist.
[How can there be mist in the gestation pod? Have the Four Little Ones already made their move?]
Immediately after, Ning Lu found his consciousness in a world of black mist, an endless expanse where he could not perceive any boundaries.
Only within a hundred-meter radius centered on him was there no black mist, allowing him to see clearly.
[Weren't the Four Little Ones supposed to snatch all the Primarchs and scatter them across different worlds in the galaxy? They wouldn't just pull my consciousness.]
During the creation of the Primarchs, the Emperor made a deal with the Chaos Gods, agreeing that half of the Primarchs would belong to the powers of the Warp.
His heart was only for humanity, and he was not bound by morality, so he naturally wanted to renege on the agreement. However, the Chaos Gods would not allow him to break his word, so they created a Warp storm in the laboratory, scattering the twenty gene-sires to different worlds in the galaxy.
Just as Ning Lu was puzzled, a massive influx of information flooded his mind.
If it were before, his head would have definitely exploded, but now his superhuman brain was processing the information at lightning speed.
[I am now in the "Country of Disorder." The Primordial Matter, in its pursuit of evolution, chose me and brought me to the Warhammer world.]
Ning Lu suddenly remembered that before transmigrating, as a Lord of Mysteries fan, he had participated in a crowdfunding campaign for a Blasphemy Slate.
After excitedly unpacking the delivery, he found a mysterious bonus gift, and then he was surrounded by black mist and lost consciousness.
At the same time, Magnus's consciousness stirred, extending over with curiosity. When it swept over the Eleventh Primarch's gestation pod, it found nothing unusual. After lingering for a moment, sensing that he seemed to be asleep, it withdrew.
Ning Lu looked ahead and saw a huge stone slab. He precisely sensed that the stone slab was twenty-two meters wide and ten meters high.
With a thought, he arrived before the gray stone slab.
The "Country of Disorder" had just灌输 him with a large amount of knowledge about the extraordinary, and he knew that the stone slab recorded the potion formulas for 22 pathways.
A pathway was a sequence chain that steadily increased in rank.
If mortals wanted to gain extraordinary power, they had to consume a Sequence 9 potion and become Beyonders.
The lower the sequence number, the higher the quality of the potion. Sequence 9 to Sequence 0 was also a path to godhood.
Bearing the identity and fate of the "Country of Disorder's" master, he had to walk the "Black Emperor" pathway. Therefore, the Blasphemy Slate currently only had the potion formula for Sequence 9 "Lawyer." Subsequent sequences and the potion formulas for other pathways would be gradually unlocked.
Sequence 9 "Lawyer" Potion Formula:
Main Ingredients: 1100 mm of Wiregrass, 1 Chemical Dog's tongue.
Auxiliary Ingredients: 1100 ml of Black Hellespont, 1 Spire Crystal, 1 Hive City Giant Rat.
Extraordinary Abilities: ...
From the extraordinary knowledge, Ning Lu knew that the potion ingredients on the Blasphemy Slate were different from those in his memory. Instead, they were materials from the Warhammer world that contained the same extraordinary characteristics.
Fortunately, each ingredient had an image, so he wouldn't mistake them.
He also noticed that among the potion ingredients, the Hive City Giant Rat and the Spire Crystal glowed faintly, while the other three were dim.
Black Hellespont?
Seeing the liquor that resembled black vodka, he immediately remembered that it was a local specialty of the industrial world of Voss-Toria.
The Chemical Dog was also unrelated to the Savlar Chemical Dog. It was a canine brought by the first settlers of Voss-Toria.
[I am currently in a laboratory on Terra. Hive City Giant Rats and Spire Crystals both exist here, so they glow on the Blasphemy Slate.
The other three potion ingredients are absent, so they are dim. This is quite convenient, at least letting me know if the required materials exist in this world.
To become a "Lawyer," I must take a trip to Voss-Toria.]
Thinking that the Emperor might return to the laboratory at any time, Ning Lu decided to return to his body.
His "body" rapidly became heavier, the black mist disappeared, and he returned to the gestation pod.
Ning Lu felt a wave of fatigue wash over him, and he soon fell asleep.
After sensing the anomaly, Magnus's extended consciousness found nothing and retreated with confusion.
In the following days, he drifted between sleep and wakefulness, pondering his plans to use his golden finger to change his fate.
[The Primarchs are useful tools to the Emperor. His order to erase the Second and Eleventh Legions' Primarchs must have been due to an unforgivable sin, either falling to Chaos or colluding with xenos.
With my keen senses, I might have been thrown to a special world, and during my growth, I might have been contaminated by the local culture beyond redemption.
To change the fate of being erased, I must start from the gestation pod!]
On the eleventh day after his transmigration, he suddenly woke up from his slumber. He felt the Geller Field protecting the laboratory suddenly fail, and the energy barrier between the material world and the Warp was torn apart.
The source of Warhammer's extraordinary characteristics, i.e., why these materials can be mixed to concoct potions and gain extraordinary abilities, will only be discovered when Ning Lu advances to higher sequences. This involves the rules of this universe. Some of it will be revealed in Chapter 47.
The scattering of the Primarchs follows the official novel First Heretic, which states it was the first step of the Chaos Gods' plan. The gestation pod and the scene after emerging also come from this scene witnessed by Argel Tal. The translation of the gestation pod naturally also uses the translation from the book.
Regarding the conflict with Erda's words in the Siege of Terra series, I personally believe she did not destroy the Emperor's laboratory defenses and have the ability to throw the Primarchs into the Warp.
Legion members will continue to be updated in the work-related section. Those who have forgotten can refer to it themselves.
(End of this chapter)