Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 305 The Decapitation Operation of "Lucifer's Black Guard"
On the fourth day of the ground battle of Otten I, the city of Soham was in a state of intense preparation.

Nick, the captain of Lord Kraft's guard, finished his day's duty and headed to the bar with a gloomy expression.

"Give me a large glass of wine."

The waiter, seeing Nick's gloomy face, the bruised corner of his mouth, and the faint scar on his neck, knew it was the work of the volatile Lord Kraft.

Not wanting to provoke Nick, the waiter quickly said, "Coming right away."

Two hours later, the waiter saw Nick's departing figure and breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't notice a tall figure in a black bodysuit walking out of the bar from the shadows.

As Nick staggered home, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; he hadn't even heard footsteps.

Nick's right hand reached for his waist, and a seductive, magnetic voice sounded in his ear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

Nick turned to look at the slender figure; the woman was taller than him, her face hidden behind a hood and mask.

Her Otten language was somewhat strange and mechanical, but it had a strange charm that made Nixon feel a sense of goodwill towards her.

Maria, the "instigator," instigates her chosen target.

"Kraft is a tyrant, his end has come, you should give him death, this will bring new life to you and Soham."

Images flashed through Nick's mind: Lord Kraft's thorny, lightning-sparkling whip lashing his face.

“I want to kill him.” He frowned. “But that fat pig is afraid of death. He always wears a finely crafted suit of armor, and no weapon can harm him.”

“It can pierce any armor, you will succeed.” The “Instigator” had tested the Flao Glass Blade through damaged power armor, and he believed Nick could use it to pierce Kraft’s armor.

Nick instinctively grabbed the blade, but by the time he came to his senses, the tall woman had vanished.

He stared blankly at the weapon in his hand until a cold wind blew past, bringing him back to his senses, the voice of someone who had killed him echoing in his mind.

Nick didn't go home; he went straight to the tyrant's palace.

As they reached the entrance, the captain of the guards who was on duty for him asked in surprise, "Nick, it's not your turn yet, why are you here early?"

On the way, Nick, who had already prepared his answer, immediately replied.

"I got an alien weapon from an outsider at the bar. You know, the lord loves special things."

The captain of the guards said enviously, "You're really lucky."

The entire Otten Alliance has no taboos when it comes to technology, and the discovery of each special item brings great prestige and wealth to the contributor.

Nick forced a smile and pretended to be excited as he walked inside.

Upon entering the palace, he saw Lord Kraft, brandishing his whip and laughing as he lashed out at the woman before him.

Nick felt a pain in his cheek, gripped the glass blade tightly, and walked forward.

“Nick,” Kraft raised his whip, looking at the captain of the guard with surprise, “you’ve spoiled my fun. You’d better have a good reason.”

"My lord, I have obtained an alien weapon, and only you are qualified to possess it."

Nick said, holding the glass blade of Flao in both hands, and walked toward Kraft.

Kraft stared wide-eyed, his eyes clouded by alcohol, at the alien weapon Nick was holding in his hands, and was immediately drawn to the sharp blade that looked like smoking crystal.

"Give it to me quickly."

“Yes, my lord.” Nick strode forward and stood before Kraft.

He abruptly changed from lifting to gripping with both hands, and thrust the glass blade at Kraft.

"You coward!" Kraft cursed. He was not afraid; no weapon could harm him, even though he was clad in armor.

When Flao's glass blade pierced the armor, the edge of the blade immediately shattered into numerous tiny fragments.

The shards pierced through the armor instantly and stabbed into the wound.

Kraft felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. "How could this be..."

He looked down and immediately saw blood gushing from his abdomen before his consciousness went dark.

"Fat pig, tyrant, prepare to die!"

"Hahaha!"

Nick stabbed repeatedly with the increasingly smaller alien blade in his hand, emitting almost manic laughter.

Da da da!
The guards then realized what was happening and fired at Nick, who was trying to assassinate the lord, riddling him with bullets.

News of Lord Kraft's death spread rapidly throughout the city of Soham.

When the Soham people heard the news spreading in the taverns and streets that the black-armored giants had breached the fortresses of four lords, the entire fortress descended into chaos.

Inside the city's weapons factory, Maria listens to a report from her subordinates.

"Mentor, as you commanded, spread the news that the Shadow of Order has breached two fortresses to four."

"Mentor, after confirmation from multiple sources, Lord Kraft is dead."

Upon hearing the news of Kraft's death, Maria felt as if the stars within her had shattered, and she whispered to herself.

“I have become a real ‘instigator’.”

When the honor guard launched their attack on the target, they were astonished to find that the resistance was unexpectedly weak.

The first wave of attacks broke through the defenders' resistance and entered the city.

At the same time, another decapitation was also taking place on Otten III.

Theo and Laurent, drawing on their experience as elite guards, conducted a professional analysis of the defenses of Lord Rath's palace.

"The offensive launched by the 2nd Company of the 7th Battle Group of 'Shadow of Order' has already drawn the attention of the defenders. Now is the best opportunity," Theo said.

Laurent nodded, looking at the holographic defense diagram, and said:
"The palace has twelve entrances and exits in total, one for daily use by the Late, and three reserved evacuation and escape exits..." "There are 3,500 guards inside the palace and 3,000 guards on the outer perimeter, working in three shifts. They are equipped with live ammunition..."

"The inner guards number five hundred, with the exact number on duty varying. They are equipped with flamethrowers and swords..."

After discussing the matter, the two Lucifer Black Guards finalized the assassination plan.

Laurent led three platoons in a simultaneous attack on the palace from the north, west, and east.

Laurent held a Triken-type riot shield in his left hand and pressed the rune to activate the protective force field.

He carried the protective shield and couldn't help but sigh.

This is the first time I've used such a finely forged shield; its defensive capabilities are several times greater than those of the Ministry of Justice's riot police shields.

Unexpectedly, this time it wasn't to protect high-ranking imperial officials, but to carry out a decapitation.

What they have in common is that I will both be subjected to enemy fire.
A dense barrage of bullets rained down on Lucifer's Blackguard.

Laurent shouted, "Defense!"

Forty-nine Luciferian Black Guards surrounded him, shielding him with their shields.

The shield guards were highly trained; the magnetic clasps on their shields locked together, leaving no opening for the enemy to attack.

The bullets struck the crackling energy field and were immediately deflected, the spent casings falling limply to the ground.

"Attack!" Laurent excitedly gave the order; the Lucifer Blackguards hadn't launched an offensive in a long time.

The steel line collided with the guard line and immediately dispersed to form an assault formation.

Five Lucifer Black Guards form a group, with one in the center and two on each of the left and right wings.

They wielded their charged swords simultaneously, and the sweat they shed on the training field made their movements precise and coordinated.

When the blast shield detaches, there is no uncoordinated pulling or mutual interference.

The charged blade slashed out from the gap and struck the enemy.

When the enemy counterattacks, the riot shield closes again, and the magnetic lock re-engages.

"defense……"

"Attack..."

Laurent repeated the order, and the shield guards advanced in an orderly manner.

Rat's captain of guards watched in astonishment as the black-armored warriors with shields charged into his lines.

A force of ten times their size attacked them, but they stood like rocks, blocking wave after wave of attacks.

From the palace tower, Rath looked down and cursed.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

"Even with ten times the number of enemies, their defenses are constantly being breached."

His attendant spoke only after Rat had vented his anger.

"My lord, the defenses on the north wall have also been breached, and those black-armored giants have stormed into the city."

"We must evacuate immediately."

Rath glanced longingly at his palace and his territory.

"Retreat via Evacuation Route II."

He descended the tower, where the assembled imperial guards escorted him as he evacuated from the south side of the palace.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, Rat's half-machine, half-flesh eyes flashed with light; a hundred enemies lay ahead of him.

Rat smiled coldly; the bodyguards around him were no trash.

"Attack! Roast them alive!"

The guards raised their flamethrowers and fired molten flames forward.

"Raise shields! Charge!" Theo was prepared; he led his sword guards forward in great strides.

The molten flames shot onto the shield, causing the energy field to crackle and flicker.

The sword guards' defenses are not as tight as the shield guards', and they are even more vulnerable to attacks from fifty flamethrowers.

Three Lucifer Blackguards fell during the charge, rolling on the ground.

The swordsman threw his shield, knocking down the enemies in front of him.

They drew their power swords and followed Theo into the enemy ranks.

Theo's charged sword, swift as lightning, pierced the inner guard's abdomen.

In his eyes, there was only movement, the blade's edge, and the angle; a dazzling disintegration force field shone brightly.

The sword guards followed closely behind, wielding their blades, and the inner guards fell in droves.

“Wilson, you go!” Larter’s voice carried a hint of fear.

Wilson swung his swords around his neck and charged toward Theo.

He was Otten's chief swordsman, and he had killed many assassins who had tried to kill the lord.

However, Theo's swordsmanship was superb, and few could rival him. He lowered his body, letting the blade sweep over his head, and thrust his sword straight forward.

The disintegrating force field hissed as it pierced Wilson's right arm. He drew his sword and slashed horizontally, severing Wilson's head.

Theo lunged forward, rushed in front of Rat, and chopped off his head.

Fifteen days after the "Shadow of Order" took over the Otten system, Gabriel discovered the STC of armored tanks in the ruins of the fortress of the technological heretic Lord Rat.

(End of this chapter)