Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 316 Sicarius, Rising to the Top in One Step

838.M30.

The Tarasa Galaxy, Tarasa Main Star.

It was one of the earliest colonies established by humankind after leaving the solar system.

Along the edge of the vast ocean, humans established colonies on rugged cliffs.

Over thousands of years, they have grown into powerful industrial cities.

Deeper inland, human colonists used modification techniques to establish vast farmlands.

The Sicarius family was a noble family that owned 490,000 square kilometers of farmland. Only the nobles who ruled industrial cities were richer and more powerful than them.

However, Ron, the current head of the family, is not in a good position.

His armor, a relic crafted by ancient Terran artisans, was completely black.

His arm, wielding the sword, grew heavier and heavier, and sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

He lowered his left shoulder, his eyes fixed on the tall, shark-like alien charging towards him.

Ron knew he couldn't fight the 2.2-meter-tall alien head-on; he could only attack its weaknesses.

The moment they met, he thrust one knee forward and swung his longsword, piercing the water jug ​​on the alien's back.

During his months-long defensive battle against the aliens, Ron discovered that the aliens' greatest weakness was the water tank on their backs, which was as important as humans' need for oxygen.

The water jet shot straight into Ron's face, and the alien's blue body began to tremble violently, like a madman.

The alien's body crashed heavily into the wheat field.

Ron wiped the water off his face with his arm; the cold water invigorated him, and he looked around.

The Sicarius family members, leading their guards, resist the ferocious onslaught of the aliens.

Ron's eyes were instantly filled with sorrow. His eldest son, Jay, had been shot in the head by an alien bullet, and blood mist drifted in the air.

Forty-two-year-old Ron, who had experienced countless pirate invasions throughout his life, forced himself to detach himself from his grief.

He was not blinded by anger; more important than revenge was fulfilling his responsibilities as the clan leader.

Ron coldly shouted, "Retreat into the underground caves!"

He was fortunate that his ancestors had a long-term vision and preserved the original underground cave network of the mountain range when they carried out ecosystem transformation.

The retreat route was stained with blood, as the aliens launched a ferocious attack with explosive ammunition and charged blades.

One by one, loyal guards and servants of the Sicarius family fell, their blood staining the wheat fields red.

“Father,” said Ron’s fourth son, Wellington, whose armor had been cleaved open by the alien longsword and whose chest had been torn apart by an energy field.

His eyes were filled with rage: "Let's retreat into the cave and use those ancient weapons."

"It only takes a few dozen seconds to destroy the aliens on the surface and their warships, turning them into a pile of garbage."

“No,” Ron’s second son, Mateus, quickly interjected, “If those energy weapons are used, the entire Tarrassa will become a death star.”

“The people on the surface will not have time to evacuate into the caves, and they and their families’ property will be reduced to ashes.”

"The entire planet's ecosystem will be completely destroyed and will never be able to recover."

While quickly speaking to stop them, Matthäus twirled the blade in his hand, piercing the water jugs behind several aliens in succession.

His long golden hair fluttered in the wind. He had been practicing swordsmanship diligently since childhood and was the first swordsman of the Sicarius family.

Ron's gaze was resolute as he made his decision.

"We cannot allow our homeland to become ruins until the very last moment, without resorting to those energy weapons."

"We must defend our family and use our familiarity with the underground caves to fight the invading aliens inch by inch."

Ron knew that his decision would cost the Sicarius family and his subjects countless lives.

[It's unknown how long this fierce battle will last, or how many people will survive after it ends.]
Ron's expression remained unchanged, but he thought bitterly to himself.

Just then, Matthäus suddenly shouted, "In the air, light..."

Ron and the others looked in the direction of the sound and saw countless rays of light falling from the sky like shooting stars.

There were hundreds of points of light falling around them.

"Alien, run!" Ron shouted immediately. The void was completely occupied by the aliens, and the light could only be a trick of the aliens.

The members of the Sicarius family immediately strode forward and ran towards the nearest cave entrance.

However, before they had run a few steps, a beam of light fell in front of the cave entrance.

They swayed, and then heard the hiss of air pressure as the hatch opened.

A group of black-armored warriors, as tall as aliens, emerged from it.

The leader, a black-armored giant, held a staff that shimmered with light.

Ron and the others saw that the black-armored giant's face was different from the alien's shark face; it looked human, only much larger.

Just as Ron and the others were in astonishment, the giant raised his hand and raised his staff, and a violent hurricane appeared out of thin air above his head.

The black-armored giant waved his staff, and a hurricane-like force plummeted downwards.

Ron and the others turned pale; they had no time to dodge. Just as they were in despair, the hurricane struck behind them.

Matthäus glanced back and saw the storm engulfing hundreds of alien pursuers behind him.

Countless ice spikes rained down, shattering the water tanks behind over a hundred aliens, and some were even struck on the head by ice spikes...

“They…” Matthäus said uncertainly, “They must have come to rescue us.”

Ron raised his hand. "Stay alert."

He saw the other black-armored giants attacking the aliens, but only the one holding the staff walked towards them.

His hand rested on the device in his throat, producing a sound distinct from the aliens, somewhat similar to the language they used.

Nine minutes later, Nicholas, a storm-type psionicist, found the language, which was similar to Gothic, spoken by the locals of Tarrasa.

"What? You're saying you're the head of the Sicarius family?" Nicholas hadn't expected to be so lucky.

Before the battle began, the Storm Lord relayed the Father of Genes' order that all participating forces should be wary of the Sicarius family when making contact with the locals.

Although Nicholas didn't know why the father of genes cared about the Sicarius family, he knew that his father's request had its own significance.

“You and your family, come with me.”

“This…” Ron hesitated as he looked at the giant in front of him. “Thank you for your rescue. The Sicarius family is willing to repay you with one hundred million tons of grain.”

“Don’t panic,” Nicholas said with a smile. “This is a good thing for the Sicarius family. You are about to enter a golden age of rapid development.”

Ron and his crew were semi-forced to board the black transport ship. On the way to the city, he found out what was going on from Nicholas.

They are Legion warriors known as the "Shadows of Order," and their genetic father, the Primarch Nimrod, held the Sicarius family in high regard.

Although they didn't know why Lord Ninglu knew about them, Ron and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron met the Ninth Chapter Commander of the "Shadows of Order," known as the Stormlord, and saw the blue wave pattern on his right shoulder.

"My lord, thank you for your rescue. The Sicarius family will forever remember your kindness."

“Ron Sicarius,” Szesny didn’t know why the Black Emperor valued the Sicarius family, but he knew there must be a reason, he just hadn’t discovered it yet.

"You will fight alongside me and tell the people of Tarasa."

“We are here to rescue them. From this moment on, Tarasa is under the protection of my chapter.”

"If you do a good enough job, you will be the future planetary governor, and you will manage the entire planet for me."

Ron's eyes widened upon hearing this. He hadn't expected such good fortune to fall from the sky. Although the Sicarius family was a major noble family in Tarasa, they were still far inferior to the major families that controlled the city.

Now there is actually an opportunity for him to rise directly above many families.

He knew that this was all because Lord Nimrod valued the Sicarius family; otherwise, the Storm Lord would never have appointed him.

“Praise be to Lord Nimrod,” Ron said, bowing. “I will certainly not disappoint you, my lord.”

Ron felt his weary body surge with power, and his eyes burned brightly.

He followed the Stormlord into Trent, the largest industrial city in Talatha.

Ron was about to warn that the water jug ​​was the Xenomorph's weakness.

Szesny strode forward, dodging the Sahadui's slashing power sword and plunging it into the water jug.

The "navigator" then raised his hand and grabbed, and the splashing water jet flew forward under his control.

bang bang bang...

With a series of explosions, the water jugs on the backs of the Sahadooin were smashed one by one.

The members of the Sicarius family stared wide-eyed, and they couldn't help but think of something.

[The Shadows of Order, upon their arrival, somehow knew the Xenomorphs' weaknesses.]
Matthäus watched as the Storm Lord raised his hand to manipulate the liquid, and couldn't help but think to himself.

[I wish I could have that ability.]
He then saw a company commander named Jorginho raise his hand and unleash the same spell, killing more than a dozen aliens.

His eyes flickered, "[This seems to be the ability that Lord Ninglu bestows upon genetic offspring.]"

Lord Nimrod values ​​the Sicarius family so highly, I also have the opportunity to become a Shadow of Order and acquire such powerful abilities.

Even if I cannot obtain it, my descendants must serve Lord Nimrod and acquire this powerful ability.
Thinking of this, Matthäus immediately strode forward, pierced a water jug ​​behind an alien with his sword, and shouted to the panicked Tarasans.

"Don't be afraid! The black-armored warriors are here to rescue us."

"They are the shadow of order, the warriors of Lord Nimrod."

"..."

Szesny nodded slightly in satisfaction as he watched the Sicarius family quickly take action and organize the panicked crowd in an orderly manner.

[As expected, the Sicarius family members are highly capable.]

Especially that guy named Matthäus, his swordsmanship, by ordinary standards, was quite good, comparable to that of a Vostonia nobleman who received "Osberh-Vaya" training from childhood.
The weaknesses of the Sahadurs were too obvious, and they did not cause much trouble for the Ninth Chapter of the "Shadow of Order".

Just fifteen days later, the Stormlord publicly announced that the alien pirates had been expelled.

He also announced to all Tarrasan that they were under the protection and jurisdiction of the Ninth Chapter, and that Ron Sicarius was the first governor of the planet.

(End of this chapter)