Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 274 The Normans Who Enslaved Humans
After highlighting the planet, Alsena Dunn continued:

"According to the results of the oracle scan, Nova Polya has no starports and no spaceships in the entire system, and may not have the ability to fly."

Ninglu nodded slightly. The Normans might be the native alien race of Nova Polya. If so, then choosing the target of the prophecy dice this time was even more correct.

"According to the results of the Auger Matrix scan, Nova Polya has orbital defense facilities."

"The feedback from the identification runes indicates that the orbital defense facility is small in scale, has low power, and poses little threat."

The Primarch's servant pressed the rune on his staff, and irregular red areas of varying sizes immediately appeared on the planet's surface.

He said, "There are 134 inhabited areas on the planet's surface, which have been marked as II, III, and IV in descending order of the frequency of life signals."

"Transmitting to the tactical networks of the Honor Guard, Legion Think Tank, Eighth Battle Group, and the First, Fourth, Eighth, and Ninth Regiments of the Vostonia Auxiliary Army."

Upon hearing this, Ninglu thought to himself: [Once Gabriel develops the simulated sanctuary, information sharing such as uploading to the tactical network can be completed almost instantly.]

It's even possible to conduct war conference deterioration briefings as efficiently as the Iron Hand, but efficiency isn't everything. Most people still prefer traditional face-to-face communication to sitting in a cold chair.

It can provide information beyond just data, and also maintain emotional connections.
Ning Lu gathered his scattered thoughts and issued the order.

"Bomb Nova Polya and destroy the orbital defense facilities."

He got up, walked to the holographic image, extended his right hand, and tapped the area marked as I.

"Prepare for airdrop."

Nova Polya, the city of Tours.

The human slaves looked outside in surprise at the blinding beam of light descending from the sky.

"What are you looking at? You human scum, get to work!" The Norman factory owner coldly looked at the human slaves.

Each of his eyeballs consists of twelve rhomboid lenses arranged in a honeycomb pattern.

The crystal contains swirling ripples, which refract rainbow colors when the pupil contracts.

The human slaves continued their work numbly, holding the glaring golden stone in their left hands and carefully polishing it with a basalt whetstone in their right.

A man, so thin he was practically skin and bones, weakly lost control of his right hand and carved a crack in the golden stone.

"Damn it, you idiot!"

The overseer roared in anger, raised his whip, and lashed it across him.

“That was the decoration used in Lord Breton’s house, and you’ve ruined it. Even if you die a hundred times, you still can’t afford to pay for it.”

The human slave laborer lay on the ground, blood dripping from his forehead, glaring angrily at the overseer.

The grotesque overseer showed no mercy to his own kind; his heart belonged only to his Norman master.

The human slave did not beg for mercy; he knew that these overseer families had long since abandoned their human identity in the process of serving their Norman masters for thousands of years.

They would call themselves Troyes, and the richest and most powerful would commission eyeballs with a rhomboid crystalline structure to resemble their masters as closely as possible.

Lower-ranking Troyes, such as overseers, would decorate the area around their eyes with materials like glass to distinguish themselves from humans.

Begging for mercy has long been proven useless; the Troyes will seize every opportunity to demonstrate their loyalty to their masters.

The human slave laborer helplessly clutched the glittering golden stone in his hand; the blinding light it emitted could not bring him any hope.

When will the light shine upon us?

My grandfather once said that thousands of years ago, we humans didn't have to grovel before aliens and allow them to enslave and trample on us like we do now.
Just as he was lost in thought, a loud bang startled him so much that he trembled all over.

The human slaves instinctively scattered and fled, startling the overseers, who shouted at them as they dodged.

"Why are you running? You bastards, get back to work!"

The Troyes overseer grinned maliciously as he raised his whip, sparks crackling as he lashed it at the human slaves.

The next instant, a deafening explosion rang out, and the overseer was blasted into a pool of blood mist.

The Honor Guard members who landed inside the factory quickly assessed the situation after exiting the drop pod, confirming that the overseers had pledged allegiance to the aliens who enslaved them, and then used explosives to purify them.

The Norman was taken aback when he saw the black-armored warrior. His eyes flashed, and he shouted.

"Kneel down!" The Normans' thoughts spread to the black-armored warriors, wanting to enslave them as they had in the past.

The new batch of Honor Guard members have not yet mastered the first level of Thelma's mind, but they have already begun to hone their will. As soon as the Normans' intentions spread, they crashed into a high wall of will.

The Norman was in excruciating pain; his face turned pale, and he swayed.

One of the honor guard members was the first to recover. He raised his explosive gun and fired at the alien.

The Troyes guards who rushed over were astonished to see that Lord Norman, who possessed magical abilities, had a large hole blown into his body and was lying on the ground.

At the same moment, Nimrod also encountered the alien and saw its unusual eyes, immediately matching them with the eyes of the Normans, the main material of the "Mind Reader" on the blasphemous stone tablet.

"I want their heads."

Eyes are not easy to collect and may be accidentally damaged.

After giving the order, Nimrod took flight and immediately spotted a Norman five hundred meters away.

With a thought, he extended his consciousness towards the Norman. In the instant their consciousnesses collided, the Primarch's consciousness shattered the Norman's mental defenses.

The Norman let out a terrified scream, his eyes bulging as if he had seen something horrifying.

With a thud, the Norman's body fell to the ground; he had been terrified to death by "fear."

Ninglu didn't stop moving; he flew straight into the city, where there was an arched dome.

Along the way, Ninglu used mental attacks to kill one Norman after another.

When the humans saw the black-armored warrior with golden wings flying in, he didn't move, and the aliens who oppressed and enslaved them died.

They shouted "Angel," "Liberator," "Alien Purifier."

Troyes, terrified and furious, shouted, "Damn you, you lowly slave!"

They brandished their weapons and attacked the slaves.

But seeing hope, the humans, unwilling to remain enslaved, swarmed forward, swinging their fists at Troyes, who shamelessly served the aliens.

Some people even jumped on them in anger and bit them.

Troyes watched in horror as the rebellious humans were suppressed with weapons.

Despite their numerical advantage, humans are too weak physically, and having been enslaved, they have long lost their knowledge. Even if they seize firearms, they can only use them as iron bars.

Humanity suffered enormous casualties under the brutal repression in Troyes.

Just then, the members of the Honor Guard, clad in black armor, launched a full-scale attack, killing the shameless Troyes who had pledged allegiance to the aliens, and then beheading the Normans with their battle swords.

Ninglu flew to the city center in an instant, where he saw a group of Normans dressed in golden robes gathered on the top floor of an arched building, surrounding a pyramid-shaped device.

Ninglu's eyes narrowed as he saw thousands of Normans placing their hands on the gleaming golden pyramid.

Within the "Subspace Insight," the device shone with blinding light, its psychic power astonishing even the Primarch.

[That device can gather the Normans' mental power together and unleash a mental attack.]
After making his judgment, Nimrod decided not to fight the Normans head-on, and of course he would use the artifact he had.

The Primarch infused the spear with psionic energy and hurled it with all its might.

The Normans turned their heads, sensing that something terrifying was flying rapidly towards them.

They only had time to see a blinding flash of light before the golden light struck the pyramid.

Rumble!
The Normans were deeply shaken; the shockwave of their mental power crashed against their souls like a raging tsunami.

"what……"

With screams, the Norman's body fell to the ground.

The Dionysian Spear destroyed the Normans' mental constructs, and the resulting backlash instantly shattered the minds of the Norman elites.

After Nimrod collected the Norman eyes, he moved them to the "Land of Chaos".

At the same time, he also unexpectedly discovered that the material the Normans used as building decorations was the golden sunstone, the main ingredient of the potion for the "Ballader" Sequence 8 "Lightbringer".

Alsena gathers intelligence and uploads it to the tactical network.

He relayed Nimrod's order that the think tank be stationed in the 12th Regiment to launch an attack on Norman cities.

Company Commander Gül Gül led his black-armored warriors, whose right shoulders were painted with orange-red longswords, into the Norman city marked VI.

The Normans already knew that foreign black-armored giants had invaded Nova Polya, and they rallied together to stop the Third Company.

Gül-Gül ordered the attack. He raised his left arm, aimed his explosive pistol at the alien, and fired a series of explosive rounds.

He then encountered the alien leader wielding a runic staff.

The alien leader raised his runic staff, aimed it at Gurgur, and shouted a rebuke.

The "fighter" felt as if something had entered his head, as if a voice was telling him to kneel down.

The Fighter let out an angry roar, declaring that he would not kneel before anyone except the Father of Genetics.

A surge of power welled up within the "fighter," dispelling the Normans' mental shock.

Gur-Gur rushed in front of the Norman, his charged sword piercing the Norman's abdomen, the blue disintegrating force field shredding the Norman's body.

After the battle, Gurghur commanded the Shadow Order to collect the alien heads and golden sunstones for His Majesty.

Thomas, the director of the think tank, along with his apprentice Nicholas, stormed the Norman city marked III.

Nicholas was more robust than most of the Shadow Order; he was originally a Fenris.

Nicholas was the most talented of all the Fenris.

Having just received a meningeal implant, he was not yet a shadow of order, nor was he the lowest-ranking editor in the think tank.

While undergoing the modification surgery, he also studied under Thomas as the most talented psionic apprentice.

　P.S.: Something came up, and I couldn't finish writing Chapter 2. I'll post it at 11:23 PM.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)