Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 426 The Billion-Dollar Selection Plan Collapses

On the Son of Vostochny, the communication headset of Per Koscielny on the bridge was constantly beeping.

In order to deal with the potential powerful enemy who, as the Black Emperor said, possessed the power of the Dark Language, Per did not step into the battlefield. Instead, he remained on the bridge, ready to be teleported to the battlefield and eliminate the threat.

Progress was going better than Pell had anticipated. Although Shadow of Order continued to fall, the crackdown on members of the Yellow Shirts was proceeding rapidly.

These psionicists are indeed very powerful, even by the standards of the think tank, but they are too scattered, with each person leading their own developing forces independently.

A coordinated attack by several squads can quickly eliminate an enemy.

Just then, a buzzer sounded in Per's communication headset.

After he answered the call, he heard the voice of the guard captain.

"My lord, we have locked onto a powerful target. He shines brighter on the Mitu people's device than any other target."

"But we caught up with the signal twice and attacked its location, but we didn't see anyone."

The captain continued, puzzled:
“He would disappear from our sight each time, and each time, at least ten members of the team would activate their ‘subspace vision’.”

"But there was no discovery on either occasion, not even any psionic fluctuations. He wasn't using demonic teleportation, nor was he using psychic interference with the senses."

[Could he be using coded language?] Per couldn't help but think of the Black Emperor's mentioned ability, and he asked:
"Did you hear anything?"

The communication channel was silent for a brief moment, then the sound resumed.

“My lord, I didn’t hear anything, but there is a royal monk in the group.”

“He was given a gift from his father; he is a ‘mystic,’ and he seems to hear some voices.”

"According to him, the voice did not resemble any language, and was completely different from the local language of Aventinium. Rather than language, it was more like some kind of supernatural force."

"Continue tracking. Send me a teleportation beacon before you catch up with the signal again," Per ordered.

"Yes, sir." The captain of the guard shut down the communication. "Target location locked, proceed."

The engines of the Vostonia-type Rhino armored command vehicle started, and the psionic search device it carried was the only high-powered device deployed to Aventinium.

Just a week ago, the technical sergeant developed a generator to replace human flesh as fuel.

The armored command vehicle sped along, with five Vostochny Rhinos following closely on either side and behind.

The armored column followed the psionic signal, and ahead appeared the heavy gates of the hive city.

The two sides, clad in brass armor, clashed fiercely in the city gate area.

Both sides used the same weapons and unleashed a barrage of fire on each other.

After staring at the video screen for a moment, the captain gave the order.

"First Auxiliary Regiment, follow up and disarm the Noble Council."

The Eleventh Warband discovered in previous contacts that the local noble council did not strongly resist the arrival of the "Shadow of Order".

After hearing the standard audio broadcast, they were willing to make contact with the Legion.

The current target of the warband is members of the Yellow Robe Cult.

"Luke Po, kill the Yellow Cult psyker."

Many squads of the Eleventh Chapter have named themselves after the region of Vostonia, the Legion's home world.

This is proof of their pride in protecting their home world.

"Yes, Captain." The Vostonia-type Rhino on the left side of the command vehicle broke away from the formation, its cannon aimed at the psionicist.

"Accelerate, break through!" the captain ordered. Although he didn't know why the target wanted to leave Nest City, he had to continue the pursuit.

The engines of the Vostonia-type Rhino command vehicle roared, and the machine spirit howled, injecting power into the steel chariot.

boom!
With a loud crash, the rammed head smashed the steel gate open.

Beyond the No. 1 Nest City lies a vast wasteland.

Everywhere there was carbon slag and charred material, broken and crusted debris mixed together.

The sky was dome-shaped and filled with turbulent fragmented clouds.

The captain of the guard, after checking the screen for the locations marked by the operators of the vehicle-mounted psionic search device, looked towards the corresponding locations on the video screen. His vision was filled with numerous ruined buildings: collapsed towers, broken spires, and destroyed colossal castles.

As the rhinoceros moved forward, countless shards of glass flew up from the crushed black soil.

The rapidly speeding steel vehicles quickly closed the distance to the ruins and the target.

"Captain, 500 meters."

The operator said urgently that this was the third time they had caught up with their target.

The captain of the guard suddenly realized what was happening and shouted.

"The target wants to use the ruins to shake us off."

"Send a transmission beacon to the flagship."

A figure dressed in a long yellow robe sped along.

The grenades shot towards his location, then passed right through his invisible body.

A cold glint flashed in the man in the yellow robe's eyes, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

Although all his attacks were rendered ineffective by the cryptic message, he felt himself nearing his limit.

As a member of the Way of Enlightenment school, he lasted much longer than the apprentices, but there was a limit.

Nearly half of his throat was destroyed, and his lungs and other areas looked like they were being burned.

He knew that even if he reached the base he had established and made timely repairs, his body could not be fully restored.

The man in the yellow robe, with his powerful spiritual energy, sensed the apprentices who were connected to him through mind and body dying one by one.

One of them even believed that his intelligence was sufficient to make him a genius of the Hearing School.

Damn it! How did they manage to find my apprentice?!

You ruined my plans, killed my apprentice, and caused me unbearable harm.
The man in the yellow robe looked ahead and saw his own tower.

The tower, which was only four meters tall, was inconspicuous among the ruins.

But only he himself knew that it was a tower he had built using cryptic language.

Once he activates it with a secret incantation, the entire Nest City not far away will be turned into ruins, just like when he experimented a thousand years ago.

[Damn it! This isn't part of my plan!]
Thinking of this, the man in the yellow robe became even angrier.

He intended to seize control of Aventinium through this coup and accelerate the construction of the Chaos Guiding Tower.

Although the Dark Word is the core of building the Chaos Guiding Tower, it still requires materials.

Controlling Aventinium would allow his plans to be realized much faster.

After using the Dark Word to activate the Chaos Guiding Tower, he will gain immense power and remain hidden in the shadows, waiting for the minions of the Four Gods to complete the selection for him.

He only needs to appear at the right time to recruit the last "elite" apprentices into his ranks, making them mentors of the Wendao School, and allowing the Yellow Robe Sect he established to become a branch.

The Way of the Way has existed since the ancient times of Terra and has many branches. To become the one who holds power, one must have his own sect.

Now, the appearance of the black-armored warriors has shattered his grand vision of weaving a thousand-year-old scheme, selecting hundreds of millions of people, and establishing the Yellow Robe Cult.

[You've ruined my best plan, I'll make you pay with your lives!]
As the man in the yellow robe pondered, he maintained the cryptic whispers that enveloped his body.

The veiled message is to follow the will of the outstanding "graduates" of the Hearing School and change the structure of reality.

As if the man in the yellow robe didn't exist, the dense barrage of bullets pierced through his body without the slightest delay.

The man in the yellow robe was only 100 meters from the ruins and 250 meters from his tower. He could activate his secret speech if he moved another 200 meters forward.

[Damn it! I'll make you all pay with your lives!]
The man in the yellow robe cursed inwardly once more, hoping that this would make him feel a little better as the burning sensation spread throughout his body.

Just then, a dazzling light shone.

Wearing a prototype of the Saturn-shaped Terminator, Per appears on the surface of Aventinium via a teleportation transponder.

(End of this chapter)