Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 518 Shrews, You Can't Escape Even If You Want to.

Cody, wrapped in a shroud, ran frantically among the rocks.

Inside the jar, which glowed with an eerie light, samples of blood and other substances, shimmered in the shadows of order.

Cody glanced back, the horrifying scene he had just witnessed flashing through his mind.

How could those black-armored warriors have such fierce firepower?
They were probably using plasma guns, but with only a hundred people, how could they unleash such power in an instant...?
It took Cody several seconds to find a word in his vocabulary to describe the scene he witnessed.

[An attack like a falling, burning meteor!]
He gripped the necrotic scepter tightly, and swarms of worms writhed within his shroud.

I just wanted some tissue samples to study powerful constructs, but I never expected to encounter such danger.

I am not truly immortal; even if I survived such an attack, I would be severely injured.
He thought angrily of the bone-eater whose brain had been vaporized.

What a bunch of useless trash! They're all useless!
I want to create even more powerful minions!
Without at least two, no, ten samurai constructs, I won't risk coming out again.
As a veteran infiltrator who had traversed hundreds of worlds, Cody calmed himself down and considered how to escape safely.

The terrain of the surrounding area flashed through his mind, and suddenly the worms on his face trembled all at once.

[ocean!

The Shadows of Order are too busy fighting my worthless minions on land to notice the ocean.

Moreover, they were traveling in armored vehicles, which are not as agile as mine at sea.
Cody calmed down immediately upon realizing this, and thought to himself with smug satisfaction.

[If I can just escape there, wait for them to leave, and then blend in with the rest of the human colony ships or transport vessels, I can escape safely.]
Cody knew that after the battle, human transport ships would bring reconstruction supplies.

There will also be immigrants to replenish the lost population.

By blending in with those ships, we can leave smoothly.

Cody made up his mind and immediately ran towards the sea.

The raging Rand Raiders, now in their storm form, don their "warrior masks" once more, gathering the power of their fury.

"My lord," the archaeologist exclaimed excitedly, infusing the worm in his hand with spiritual energy.

"They changed when the battle broke out just now..."

He stated definitively, "There is a Schloss nearby."

Upon hearing this, Szesny looked at the worm wriggling in his hand.

"They're wriggling faster, not obviously, but definitely a little faster," the "archaeologist" explained to the lord, his hands gently stroking a clump of worms.

"Can you determine the location of the target by observing their reactions?" Szesny pressed.

The "archaeologist" repeatedly and quickly stroked the wriggling, viscous bodies with both hands, infusing them with spiritual stimulation to carefully distinguish the subtle differences.

Suddenly, his hands stopped.

Szczesny stared at his hands, his right hand at the two o'clock position in the direction of his movement, and his left hand at the opposite eight o'clock position.

The archaeologist said with certainty, "Two o'clock."

Szesny immediately marked the direction of travel, and the Firestorm-type Rand Raiders all turned around.

Amid the roar of the engine, Szczesny reviewed the tactical data regarding the direction of advance.

The moment he saw the Auger matrix scan report, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"The worm-man wants to escape into the sea."

The technical sergeant was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"The worm people never imagined that our Land Raider is a fish swimming in the sea."

The Land Raider can operate in almost any type of planetary environment, possessing a wide range of adaptability.

Its body completely isolates passengers from the environment and provides life support functions.

Therefore, the Rand Raider can operate on uninhabitable and airless planets, as well as under the pressure of the ocean floor.

The Ninth Chapter's underwater adaptability was further enhanced by the presence of a large number of "Sailors" and "Wrathful People".

The Firestorm type can not only propel itself on the seabed, but also turn flexibly in the water.

Szczesny issued the order over the joint team channel of the Honor Guard and the 4th Company.

"Adjust weapon systems and switch to underwater mode."

Cody sprinted through the shadows, and to his astonishment, he discovered that the Order of Shadows seemed to be able to pinpoint his location, which filled him with doubt.

I didn't sense any stupid psionics trying to pinpoint my location; they would definitely be discovered by me.

My shroud can block the bird divination device, and no psionicist was foolish enough to try. How did they pinpoint my location?
Cody pondered for a long time, still unsure how the Shadow of Order had located him, and he thought with a sense of relief.

Fortunately, I chose the ocean. As long as I escape into the sea, they can't do anything to me.

Even with their legs broken from all that heavy armor, they couldn't catch up with me.
Cohen thought to himself, took a long run-up, and plunged headfirst into the azure sea. Clumps of worms swam leisurely in the water.

After swimming two kilometers at a leisurely pace, Cohen suddenly felt something was amiss.

He felt as if struck by lightning, and turned around sharply to look.

The next instant, all the worms on his body stopped wriggling, and he stood frozen in his original form.

He saw rows of black tanks with propeller blades extending from their sides, and the energy ejected from their rear indicated that they were equipped with pump-jet propulsion systems.

Cohen saw hundreds of tanks spread out behind him like a swarm of bloodthirsty sharks, forming an encirclement.

What's even more terrifying is that, between tanks and in front of and behind them, one after another, black-armored warriors swarmed like a school of fish.

How is this possible?

What exactly are these Shadow Creatures? They wear heavy armor, and why can they swim so fast?
Before Cohen could figure out what was happening, he suddenly felt the water around him surging rapidly, and in an instant, it abruptly formed an ocean current.

He snapped out of his daze, the worm thrashed wildly, and turned to run away.

But it was too late for him; he was swept away by the ocean current, his body tumbling and rolling.

Cohen noticed that a person with golden wings on their back raised their palm and pointed it in his direction.

He can control water!
How foolish!
Having already mastered the ability to actively counter psionicists, Cohen was determined to teach them a painful lesson.

[Um?
It's not psionic!

How does he manipulate the seawater to create ocean currents?
As Cohen remained puzzled, the "Wind's Favorite" moved its hands, spreading its spirituality and stirring up ocean currents.

The "Wind Favorites" are still in the early stages of mastering the aerial domain, but their control over the ocean is further enhanced.

In the water, the abilities of the "Wind-Faced One" are enhanced in all aspects and significantly.

On land, Szesny's spiritual vision could not detect Shlos.

But in the sea, Shloth was as bright as a beacon; as soon as he entered the water, he saw swarms of wriggling worms.

Instead of immediately using "Water Control," he allowed Shlos to venture deep into the ocean while simultaneously surrounding him with "Navigators," "Wrathful People," and "Sailors."

With a flick of his left hand, the “Wind-Favored One” caused streams of water to instantly condense into claws.

The hands, formed from the "water control" energy, gripped the shroud together.

The Wind-Clad One pulled back his arm, and the shroud was forcibly ripped off Shlos's body.

Cohen struggled to raise the necrosis scepter amidst the rolling waves and point it at Szesny.

"Wind's Favorite" sneered, raised his right hand, and countless streams of water converged and slammed into Shilos like cannonballs.

With a flick of his left hand, he tossed the shroud behind him, and a "sailor" reached out and grabbed the spoils.

The Wind-Cherisher raised his hand again, and a jet of water shot up out of thin air, striking Shlos's wrist.

A “raging people” twisted its body and grasped the necrotic scepter.

Cohen felt a sudden emptiness as his shroud was ripped off.

A sharp pain shot through my left hand; the necrotic scepter had been snatched away.

[Damn it!]
Cohen glanced at the black-armored, golden-winged warrior in horror. His body instantly disintegrated, scattering into clumps of worms.

His body stretched to three times its own length, wriggling like an arrow as he flung away from the ocean current.

"Wind's Favorite" smiled confidently. If they were on the ground, he really wouldn't have any way to deal with the worm-men. Concentrating his firepower to kill him was already the limit of what he could do.

But this is the ocean, his home turf.

[Sloth, you can't escape now.]
The "Wind's Favorite" waved its hands, and layers of waves transformed into large nets.

Cohen was repeatedly pushed back by the waves, constantly changing his shape, sometimes like an arrow, sometimes like a ball...

However, no matter how he changed his body, he was always confined to a range of 100 meters.

His speed of condensing his body became slower and slower, and the range of his physical transformations became smaller and smaller.

"You're a monster!"

Cohen let out a helpless cry of surprise.

The Wind-Clad Ones used a water net to firmly wrap the spherical Sloth, and then two Wrathful People used a crystal ball to put him inside.

The static field was activated, leaving Cohen still bewildered and lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)