Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 520 The "Lucky One" in the Unfortunate Transmission

Colony New District, the Weeping Galaxy.

Flamini was given command of the 4th Company, whose commander had been killed in action, due to his merits in the Battle of Gardinal.

He wore a prototype Saturn-shaped Terminator created by Hurricane Star and led his guards toward the teleportation platform.

His raised left leg paused in mid-air before landing on the ground.

The prophetic psionicist sensed a hazy mist enveloping the teleportation platform.

The mist vanished in an instant, and he frowned.

As a "lucky one," he was certain that today was his lucky day, but just now he felt a sense of foreboding.

"Company commander, is something wrong?" The guard captain noticed his company commander's unusual behavior and asked, puzzled.

Flamini did not answer immediately; his eyes were deep as he looked up.

His gaze pierced the barrier between reality and the subspace; having fully mastered the power of the "machine," he saw more than ever before.

He saw a vortex formed by invisible colors, nameless emotions, and endless dimensions.

He also saw that delicate, fine threads flowed into the trickle of future events.

Flamini controlled his pre-battle excitement with his recent mastery of the "Thousand Sons" and "Black Crow School" techniques, ensuring that his gaze did not stray from his surroundings.

The moment his gaze fell upon the trickling river, he saw layers upon layers of metal.

Just as he was about to examine it closely, the layers of metal suddenly shattered inch by inch, as if they had been crushed by some kind of force field.

[Metal... Crushed...]

According to the documents issued by his father, Basmemanic has a metallic outer shell.

The revelation I received is that we will tear the aliens apart?
Flamini interpreted the divination revelations and arrived at a somewhat uncertain conclusion.

The "lucky one's" extraordinary inspiration always made him feel that something was amiss.

He had a premonition that he would encounter some setbacks on this lucky day.

Just as he was pondering this, the voice of the station director rang out.

"Company commander, the teleportation point has been located."

Within the hexagonal, adamantine pillar area, the force field crackled and popped.

The transport operator reported, "Ready, sir."

Flamini continued walking forward, and after confirming once again that his day had gone smoothly, he spoke to the captain of the guard in his usual tone.

"nothing."

The guard captain breathed a sigh of relief and caught up with the company commander.

As a newly promoted "machine," he was no stranger to the company commander's strange behavior.

He had gone through the complete "monster" stage and often had sudden, abnormal sensations, sometimes appearing as an abnormal, dazed state in the eyes of his combat comrades.

While he was pondering, he followed the company commander and stood on the teleportation platform.

"Activate teleportation."

The current surged up suddenly, but was blocked by the curtain and did not harm the eyes of the warband's servants.

Flaminiton felt a chill seep into his body. He immediately sensed something was wrong. It was colder than when he jumped with the teleportation runes in the past. He felt as if he were above a bottomless abyss.

[The Basmemanic ships have devices that interfere with transmission.]
As the thought crossed his mind, he felt as if he had fallen into an iceberg.

The teleportation was in progress, and since he was neither a demonic nor a telekinetic psychic, he was helpless in this situation.

Flamini instinctively defied imperial truth and sought refuge with the Father of Genetics.

[Father, please protect me!]
Flamini's boots touched the solid deck, and he breathed a sigh of relief, shouting fervently.

"Honor the father of genetics!"

Flamini's relief turned to sorrow in an instant.

The “lucky one” felt one guard member being stuffed into a metal wall, and another guard member hanging inside a metal pillar hanging from the ceiling.

He took in the surrounding environment; inside the Basmemanic ship, the bulkheads were about four times thicker than those of human ships.

The entire deck was covered with various metal objects: metal pillars hanging from the ceiling, and metal spikes scattered all over the floor...

[Catastrophic teleportation!]
Flamini also noticed the Basmemanic men rushing towards them.

They were tall, a third taller than him in his Saturn-shaped Terminator costume.

Encased in a metal shell are yak-like creatures covered in fine, black hair.

Rows of skulls hung on their chests.

They roared like wild beasts, their thick arms swinging spiked metal rods as they charged forward.

The "lucky ones" intuitively sensed that the Basmemanic people, running at full speed, didn't take any time to observe their surroundings. Their beast-like instincts allowed them to move swiftly among the metal pillars and spikes, completely unaffected.

"Attack!" Flamini shouted into the communications channel.

The reactor of the Saturn-type Terminator prototype roared to life, and the plasma cannon roared as it spat out a beam of light toward the alien.

Flamini saw a blinding beam of light suddenly strike the Basmemanic man on the head.

Each black hair instantly vaporized, leaving the alien's head bald, but the alien did not fall.

The middle of his head had layers of strange metallic skin that were noticeably thicker than other parts of his head.

There, the attack of the plasma bombardment was blocked.

[Terrifying defensive capabilities, even stronger than power armor!]
Flamini realized the formidable defensive capabilities of the Basmemaniks and immediately issued orders over the communications channel.

"Flanking attack!"

"Attack their fur!"

The missile, trailing a beam of light, rose from above Flamini's head and flew toward the eleven o'clock position.

boom!
Flamini watched as the armor-piercing missile tore apart the beast's massive head, its thick fur instantly vaporized, but its metallic hide remained undamaged.

Its black metallic exterior lurched forward with inertia before crashing to the ground with a thud.

Just as Flamini was about to launch another attack with the fully charged plasma bombardment cannon, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his right side.

[Teleport!]
He couldn't help but worry about his comrades who were about to arrive on the battlefield. He raised his arm and launched an attack in the two o'clock direction while turning his head to look.

Even before the light faded, the "lucky one" had already identified the person who had been found.

Chapter Master Pasquale!
His pupils contracted instinctively; he had already foreseen Pasqual's unfortunate future.

Pasqual's body was teleported to a spike, followed by his Saturn-shaped Terminator, and finally the thermal field that enveloped his armor.

In the physical world, this would all happen in an instant, but in this unfortunate teleportation, there is a clear sequence.

The spike pierced Pasqual's left leg and then became lodged in the Saturn-shaped Terminator prototype armor, the protruding part of which was then torn apart by the thermal field.

Even through the thermal field and the heavy Saturn-shaped Terminator armor, the "lucky one" could see that a one-meter-long metal spike pierced through his left leg and was twisted and stuck inside the armor.

He also sensed that a member of a warband's honor guard had been transported into the metal pillar and become one with it forever.

[Compared to the warband leader, and compared to everyone else, I was one of the "lucky ones" who were unfortunately teleported.]
The "lucky one" sensed a beastly Basmemanic man charging through the barrage of fire toward Pasquale.

He immediately took a step, and the power claw on his left arm crackled as it slammed into the metal bar.

Bang bang bang!
Flamini's body swayed during the series of collisions.

[A terrifying power, like that of a ferocious beast.]
He slid his feet away, drawing the Basmemanic man away from Pasquale, and at the same time switched communications channels, shouting to the battle commander.

"My lord, the teleportation must be stopped immediately!"

Flamini circled around to behind a pillar, raised his arm, and was about to deliver a plasma blast to the beastly alien.

Boom boom boom!
The Basmemanic alien club slammed into the metal pillar.

[Um? ]
The "Lucky One" hadn't expected the alien's beastly instincts to make a mistake, but he immediately seized the opportunity, raising his power claws and inserting them into the Basmemanik man's right side.

The force field crackled and tore apart the Basmemanik man's elbows and the back half of his arms, which were not protected by a metal outer skin.

With a loud thud, the forearm, covered in metal, crashed to the ground.

At the same moment Flamini raised his power claws again, he heard the Chapter Master's voice coming through the Chapter's communications channel.

"Honor Guard, all companies, halt teleportation!"

Flamini breathed a sigh of relief as he plunged his lightning claw deep into the thick-haired ribs of the Basmemanik man.

With a loud crash, he saw two monstrous alien beasts swinging large metal clubs and smashing them down on Pasquale.

Flamini immediately launched an attack to support Pasquale.

The missile rose into the air, its plasma beam, like a solar flare, shooting towards the two aliens.

With a loud bang, Pasqual's left leg was struck.

He staggered and fell to his knees, as another ferocious alien beast swung its club menacingly, smashing it against his helmet.

Rumble…

Flamini saw two Basmemanic men lying together and his chapter commander, and sensed that only thirteen Saturn-type Terminator prototypes remained around him.

The captain of the guard walked to his side, and the roars of wild beasts rose from all around, growing louder and louder.

"The aliens have teleportation jamming devices, so we cannot risk teleporting again."

"We have no support in the short term."

"Company commander, what are your orders?"

(End of this chapter)