Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 453 The Spider-like Assassin of Macarton

The "assassins," dressed in Marcaton-style Hunter suits, sped toward the administration building, activating their built-in grappling hook launchers.

Spider silk shot towards the residential tower, and the grappling hooks gripped the concrete outer wall firmly.

The "assassins" leaped lightly into the air.

After gliding nearly 100 meters through the air, the "assassins" detached from their webs like spiders falling and landed on the human-shaped walkway that spanned the space.

With the help of the spider silk of the Marcatton Hunter Suit, the "assassins" could move several times faster than walking.

Maria Kournikova's team quickly arrived at the administration building and launched an attack.

The "assassins" shot out threads that flew swiftly over the guards' heads in the shadows. They released the threads and fell like feathers behind the guards.

The "assassin" moved with nimble steps, appearing behind them and unleashing a burst of power that tore through the fine gray armor.

Five hundred lower-caste elites arrived at the battlefield, but the guards had already been defeated, and the "assassins" stormed into the administration building.

A tall woman of a lower caste, she had shed her past and her brown hair now covered her scalp.

She cried out, “Those people call themselves the Lords of Gadinar, they have enslaved us, enslaved us for countless generations, now it is time for a change.”

"We are the people of Singardinar, and today is our destiny."

Her fluent speech and passion inspired others.

The lower castes completely abandoned the shackles of their birth, stormed into the administration building, and brandished their blades at the higher castes whom they had previously dared not even look at directly.

In the center of the administration building, High Lord Mattis stared at the monitor screen with a livid face, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You lowly slave, you deserve to die!"

The head of the guard caste had a stern expression. Since Matisse's awakening, he had replaced the original servant caste in protecting the high lord's safety.

He personally led the army to annihilate the Alfie caste and destroy the enemies that had threatened the safety of the High Lords.

“Great Lord Gadinar, your safety is paramount, we should leave immediately.”

Mattis nodded. "Prepare to evacuate."

The guard caste immediately issued orders through the communication network to initiate the evacuation procedure.

Elite guards, armed with riot shields, established a defense around the Mattis caste.

Mattis was only fifteen years old, but he inherited memories spanning over four thousand five hundred years.

The earliest memories begin with the administrative building in Gardiner, which was built five thousand years ago.

The time he spends in deep sleep and rest is the time he spends searching for a successor.

Even a body evolved through biochemical technology may not be able to bear the imprint of consciousness.

The vast amount of memories, as well as the process of reshaping life's habits, choices, and experiences, all pose a severe test to one's will.

Throughout his long life, Mattis faced numerous situations, including rebellions launched by castes that had evolved fewer times and invasions by foreign enemies.

Having experienced many situations, he quickly calmed down.

He glanced back at the administrative building that was now behind him and said calmly, "Gardinar will live on forever, and the foreign enemies will eventually be destroyed."

The captain of the guards beside him shouted back, "Long live the High Lord!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a whooshing sound rang out.

Figures descended from the air, simultaneously unleashing a barrage of whip-like strikes.

The whip lashed against the bulletproof shield with a loud thud.

The guards looked up and saw figures in black armor appearing from all around.

The guard commander remained unfazed; he hadn't expected that besides the assassins who had broken into the administration building, there were others lying in ambush. After landing, the "assassins" once again lashed out with their Macartney whips.

In addition to the standard mesh gun, the Marcatton set offers a choice of melee weapons: the Claw and the Poison Whip.

Maria is skilled in "Osberh-Vaya," and most of the "assassins" she teaches choose claws.

Among Dementieva's "assassins," more chose poisoned whips.

Marcaton's poison whip, like a python, bypassed the riot shield and lashed out at the gray armor, instantly shattering its defenses.

When the Marcaton poison whip struck the guards, it immediately released the biochemical toxins stored within it.

The guards felt their bodies go numb and collapsed to the ground.

The guard commander and several elite guards reacted quickly, dodging the incoming poisoned whips.

The guard commander suddenly felt a strong gust of wind. He rolled several times to avoid the transparent spear that fell from the sky.

The frost spread rapidly, and the guards' commanders were momentarily slowed down, their movements becoming sluggish.

"The Witch" Dementieva landed with lightning speed, and the black flames swirling around her rose up like a vortex, engulfing several elite guards.

Amidst screams, the "witch" continued her actions, her poisoned whip wrapped in black flames, aimed directly at the guard commander.

The guard commander narrowly avoided the whip's shadows, then swung the particle light blade in his hand and slashed at Dementieva.

The "witch" dodged the particle light blades to the side, and with a wave of her hand, a series of frost spikes shot out from the ground, piercing into her gray armor.

The guard commander's expression changed drastically. He struggled to pull his legs away from the icy spikes, initially feeling no pain due to the numbness of the ice.

He had just felt excruciating pain when two long, black, fiery whips severed his body.

The body of the guard commander was broken into three pieces and burned in black flames. Dementieva felt as if something inside her body was shattering.

Having had similar experiences twice before, she thought to herself.

[By spreading disaster in Gadinal, I gained the power bestowed upon me by the Black Emperor and became a true "witch."]
Dementieva immediately turned her gaze to her target, High Lord Mattis.

When Mattis saw the guards, he was instantly killed by the assassins who appeared, and his expression changed drastically.

His mind raced, and he spoke as the slender woman in the black suit walked up to him.

“I surrender, but I want to see your commander, Primarch…”

Before Mattis could finish speaking, Dementieva raised her left arm, and the Macartney whip lashed him.

The High Lord's body was paralyzed and he was trembling all over.

Dementieva raised her right arm, and the mesh gun sprayed out flexible threads that hardened rapidly upon contact with air.

The wire cage was wrapped around Mattis's body, so even though he could move, he couldn't move at all.

Mattis looked at the exceptionally beautiful woman with fair and delicate skin, who reached out and lifted him up, effortlessly hoisting him onto her shoulder.

While Dementieva was capturing the High Lord, Tierney also began his operation.

This time, the heist team is going to steal people, not valuable items.

Unlike the eleven worlds of Gadinar, which are dotted with countless industrial facilities, the capital city of Gadinar has relatively few factories, only enough to meet the needs of the various facilities within the city.

However, within the capital city, there is a large industrial complex.

Even the recent uprising of the lower castes failed to breach this steel fortress.

Hundreds of unseen shadowy figures silently descended onto the roof of the steel fortress.

Tierney, with his "thieves," groped around the dome, searching for the entrance.

(End of this chapter)