Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 516 The Storm is My Home Ground

Nicholas led his trained 1,052 Stormbringers to the surface of the main planet Behentem.

They all came from the second through tenth companies. Company Commander Jorginho and his lord Szesny used the same training methods, a purer warrior approach.

At the heart of the Stormcallers are eleven think tank members from the Ninth Chapter, who are responsible for relaying Nicholas's orders to the other Stormcallers.

Nicholas examined the target's location runes in his helmet and issued commands in the Stormbringer's channel.

"Today is the day to test the results of our training, and it is also your chance to earn prestige within the warband."

"For the Father of Genetics, purify the Xenomorphs!"

"Stormbreakers, let's go!"

The stormtroopers marched forward in orderly steps, their breathing gradually becoming calmer.

After their initial excitement subsided, they entered a meditative state, eventually reaching the first level of Thelma.

In their "True Will" state, they clearly understood their desire for glory and strengthened their Stormtrooper creed:

Insight into the trend of the storm.

When attacking, unleash a barrage of firepower, sweeping away the enemy.

Unwavering in defense, standing firm in the storm.

After obtaining the readiness information through eleven think tanks, Nicholas focused on the tactical data displayed in his helmet.

After confirming that the enslaved army he encountered had no human identification signals and was from another race enslaved by Randan, he immediately issued orders.

"Storm Mask!"

"Fire!"

The moment he gave the order, the think tanks relayed it to the Stormtroopers' minds even faster than through communication channels.

Wind blows.

The Stormbringers, donning the "Storm Masks," raise their bedrock-type bomb guns.

Their arms moved with extraordinary speed, pulling the triggers.

In the blink of an eye, the bedrock-type bomb guns equipped with the Hunter Module emptied their first magazines.

The torn flesh and blood were rolled together, as if swept up by a tornado.

The Stormtroopers were unerring, and not a single bomb hit the same target.

The rapid firing caused the Shadow Order members' arms to tremble slightly; their hearts pumped powerfully, and the surge of adrenaline made their movements even faster.

After quickly changing their magazines, they waited for the enemy to come within optimal firing range.

Hundreds of thousands of alien slaves charged toward the Stormtroopers' lines, but they could not match the efficiency of their slaughter.

The Stormtroopers advanced with composure, receiving supplies time and again from the Rhino Armored Transport Ammunition Vehicles produced by Firestorm Star.

Time and again, the cycle of shooting, advancing, and engaging the enemy continued.

The power unleashed by the "Storm Mask" was not being released or satisfied, causing some Stormers to become restless.

One of the think tank members was the first to notice that his Stormtroopers had broken away from the ranks; he was two steps ahead of his fellow Order Shadows.

"Ascend to the second level of mental state."

To become a Stormtrooper, in addition to mastering the "Storm Mask," one must reach at least the second level of the Thales's mental state, while the captain must reach the third level.

One stormer after another ascended to the second level of the Thelma Mind.

Nicholas's gaze was deep, and his dark pupils suddenly widened.

Through a "subspace perspective," he saw the storm brewing around the storm-makers.

Nicholas nodded in satisfaction; this was exactly the result he wanted.

The whites of his eyes became visible again as he looked at the enemy that had appeared ahead.

The time has come to unleash the storm.

"attack!"

The stormtroopers were released in an instant.

Ten magazines were emptied in a matter of breaths. Even the sturdy and durable bedrock-type explosive gun had its barrels overheat due to the high-speed movement and firing. The machine spirit, in its frenzy, issued a dangerous warning.

The firestorm engulfed the alien army's lines, and one by one, the Randan aliens were torn to pieces in terror.

The overlords felt their personal energy shields being constantly shaken by the waves of attacks, and they were astonished.

"Think tanks, the hegemony is now in your hands."

With a thought, Nicholas activated thousands of metal plates made of top-quality alloy through conductive fibers connected to the neurocortex.

A hinged frame linked by microfiber bundles drives the wings to open.

A whirlwind surged within the "Wind-Cherisher," and he immediately spread his wings and took flight.

With his armored wings spread, he soared toward the brain-eater.

Eleven think tank members exited the Thelma state of mind and entered the fifth level of the Magnus state of mind.

Psionic lightning and flames surged, accompanied by bursts of explosions, shattering the energy shields of dozens of overlords one by one.

"storm!"

The stormtroopers unleashed another torrent of fire, tearing the overlords' bodies apart.

Nicholas flew to the brain-eater in an instant. He saw the dangerous light flashing in the red line running through the head and felt the numbness caused by the neurotoxin invading the brain.

Although it hasn't had a substantial impact on him yet, he knows he must deal with the brain eaters as soon as possible.

Nicholas raised his staff, his eyes flashing with electricity, and the "Storm Mask" unleashed the pent-up spiritual power.

After becoming a "Wind Chosen One", his storm-type psionic energy was further stimulated.

The think tank alone created the hurricane.

The thousands of aliens surrounding the Brain Eater were swept up by the gale, and the personal energy shields of the Overlords rattled loudly.

The "Windbringer" gracefully swooped and glided, imitating the Black Emperor, its painted gold wings unfurled, their sharp edges sweeping past the aliens.

Blue light flashed, and the force field crackled.

Flesh and blood scattered, mercilessly torn apart.

The brain-eater raised his bent arm to resist the surging force pulling him, and he saw the hurricane above his head quickly turn blood red.

The "Wind-Follower" shook his staff, and the gale suddenly spun in the opposite direction.

The brain-eater was caught off guard and swept up by the whirlwind.

The think tank shook its staff, and a compressed hurricane roared as it crashed into the brain-eater.

A series of explosions pierced the howling wind and resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The brain-eater let out a terrified cry, knowing that it was utterly impossible to fight back in the air.

Before the brain-eater could even bend its tentacles, the wind direction suddenly reversed again.

His body swayed, and he fell down again.

Nicholas skillfully maneuvered the storm, constantly changing its direction and intensity, using a series of storm attacks to weaken the energy shield.

He stared as the aliens were torn apart one by one. Even Ran Dan's overlord could not withstand the psionic storm for long. He looked at the struggling brain eaters and thought to himself.

[The storm is my home ground.]

Once you get involved, you'll have no chance.
After stumbling and tumbling through the air for a while, the brain-eater was horrified to discover that his energy shield had shattered.

He realized he had to kill Nicholas. A crimson light surged, and psychic energy enveloped his body, temporarily freeing him from the shackles of the raging wind.

The Brain Eater wielded its crystal sword, slashing at the shadow of order.

With a clang, Nicholas folded his golden wings to block the crystal sword.

Taking advantage of the moment the force field deflected the attack, Nicholas roared and transformed into the "Wrathful People".

His arm shot up like a cannonball and slammed into the brain-eater's head in an instant.

The brain-eater felt in horror that the black-armored warrior's fist was a storm.

With a loud bang, the "brain eater's" spherical head shattered.

(End of this chapter)