Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 521 Similar Circumstances, No Longer Need to Shoulder Everything Alone

Flamini suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to his childhood, leading human refugees to hide from the Mitu people in the sewers.

The flashbacks of memories that cast a shadow over the order led Flamini to find a way to deal with the current situation.

"Reclaim the power condensate!" His calm tone reassured his fellow fighters, and they immediately sprang into action.

The pharmacist activated the recycle bin specially designed for the Terminator armor, accompanied by an unsettling sound that echoed across the deck as protrusions of the gene seed pierced from within the body.

Other royal court cultivators also sprang into action, activating their spiritual vision to search for items extracted from the corpses.

Pasqual's captain of guard was killed by the Basmemanic people while protecting him, and Flamini came to his side.

He didn't need to activate his spiritual vision; his extraordinary intuition had already guided him to the black, viscous crystal.

Flamini took a crystal ball from his waist and put the black, viscous crystal into it.

This was the requirement that the Father of Genetics imposed on him when he bestowed upon him power.

As Flamini placed the crystal into the crystal ball, he suddenly realized that things were different now compared to when he was in Manachia.

He no longer needs to shoulder the responsibility and bear everyone's expectations alone; he has more outstanding fighting brothers by his side.

After Flamini inserted the crystal ball into the armor, he asked in the team's sound channel.

“Pasqual’s Guard, I will lead you through the den of beasts and find a path to victory.”

"But I need your help. Now tell me, what power has your father bestowed upon you?"

The pharmacist placed the gene seed into the recycling device where cold mist wafted, and spoke first: "'Beast Tamer'."

The other royal monks looked at the Baron and began to speak as well.

They obeyed orders more based on their titles than on the fact that Flamini was a company commander.

"'monster'."

"'Master of Magic'"

"'lawyer'."

"..."

Flamini's eyes lit up when he heard that there was a "magic master" in the guards; he felt even more confident about the guerrilla warfare to come.

He made a request to everyone in the team, saying, "We won't be getting any supplies for a while, so please allocate your energy wisely."

"Losing power will make it difficult for you to move, which is tantamount to death."

A lawyer in the Warband Commander's Honor Guard stares at the body of a Basmemanik man.

"They excel in close combat, and there are too many of them. We'll be surrounded and killed by them. Lord Pasquale is one of them..."

He restrained his grief and anger, and calmly analyzed the current situation.

"Therefore, in battle, we should adopt a circular formation, so that each soldier can protect the left and right sides."

After a two-second silence, the lawyer said, "The circular formation is a classic defensive formation used when the enemy outnumbers us, but there are too many aliens, and we may be surrounded and worn down."

“Of course,” the “lucky one” said confidently, “we must seize the opportunity, knowing when to fight and when to retreat, which is exactly what I excel at.”

"When I give the order to break out, you unleash all your firepower."

What Flamini didn't tell them was that he had detected an energy anomaly, which was the source of the teleportation interference.

The "lucky one" looked around and finally pointed to the deck on the right.

"'Master of Magic,' 'Open the door!'"

The "magic master" immediately stepped to where Baron Wang Ting pointed and placed his hand on the metal wall.

He instinctively felt that the metal walls were several times thicker than those of the warband's flagship, but this didn't faze him; they were still within his comprehension and not particularly thick.

The "magic master's" spirituality spread, and suddenly a blurry, pale blue door appeared before his eyes, intangible and embedded in the wall, yet it showed traces of metal.

The shadowy figures of order strode through the water-curtain-like gate, which then vanished.

The Basmemanic people who flooded onto the deck searched the deck with wide eyes, only to find mutilated corpses and intact armor scattered everywhere.

On the adjacent deck, separated from them by only one wall, the Shadows of Order, dressed in prototype Saturn-shaped Terminators, had formed a circular formation in accordance with the orders of the Royal Baron.

They charged precisely into the center of the Basmemanic lines from the position chosen by the "lucky ones".

The "Lucky Ones" knew that the death of their chapter leader filled his guards with shame, and they needed a victory to boost morale.

Even when surrounded, he didn't want to just run away; he had to seize every opportunity to kill the enemy.

A Basmemanik man launched the first attack with a ferocious grin. The "warrior" raised his arm and blocked the big club with his fist, which had not activated its energy field.

The Basmemanik man's club was jolted into the air as he looked down at the black-armored warrior, his crimson eyes, hidden beneath thick hair, filled with astonishment.

The black-armored warrior, much smaller than himself, possessed strength comparable to his own.

He let out a bull-like roar and swung his club to launch an attack.

He suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from his side, and a punch landed on his unarmored side ribs.

The Basmemanik man was knocked off balance, and the "warrior's" claws seized the opportunity to grab his wrist, which was gripping the club tightly.

The claws failed to tear through the tough metal hide, but they firmly locked onto the alien's arm, while the "arbitrator" and the "lawyer" launched attacks from both sides.

A heavy punch landed on the right rib of the Basmemanik man, accompanied by an explosive sound of ribs shattering, and he could no longer hold the big stick in his hand.

With a deafening roar, the "Lawyer's" combat knife pierced the body of the Basmemanik man. The "Warrior" shoved the Basmemanik man to the ground and picked up the large club at his feet.

With the club in hand, the "warrior" sidestepped the incoming blow.

He casually swung the club, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, and the metal club slammed into the club in the Basmemanik man's hand from the side.

The lawyer spotted the exposed back of the Basmemanik man and, using the 23rd technique of the Osberh-Waya, seized the opening, swung his fighting knife in a backhand motion, and plunged it into the broad back.

The ring of shadows of order sometimes expands and sometimes contracts.

They covered each other to keep the defensive line intact.

The Basmemanic people charged into the shadow of order like wild beasts, only to fall one after another.

More and more Basmemani men poured onto the deck, eager to rush to the enemy, but the space around the circular line was limited.

The corpses further reduced the shadows of order, indicating the attacks that needed to be dealt with.

An hour had passed in Flamini's helmet's built-in timer, and the ring still showed no sign of being breached.

Suddenly, the "lucky one" sensed several tyrannical auras rapidly approaching.

He turned his head to look at the deck entrance at three o'clock and saw a figure a head taller than the other Basmemanic people pushing aside the aliens and rushing into the deck.

Flamini immediately shouted into the communications channel: "Six o'clock, break out!"

The Shadow Order immediately activated the reactor's weapon systems, and missiles, trailing light, tore apart the heads of more than a dozen Basmemaniks.

Teams that have built tacit understanding through battle move in perfect unison, like black steel rings in a sea of ​​metal, cleaving through all obstacles.

The group rushed off the deck in the direction of the tall Basmemanic men, after which Flamini gave the order to the "Master of Tricks".

"Entrance, 'Falling Technique'!"

The wild instincts of the Basmemanic people transcend the realms of sight and hearing; sensory influences such as "flashes," "darkness," and "fog" are useless and cannot slow them down.

The "magic master" immediately raised his hand, and the entrance behind him seemed to be coated with a layer of grease.

The Basmemanic men who were at the front of the line slipped at the entrance and fell to the ground.

The Basmemanic people who followed tried to slow down, but they were too close and it was too late.

He felt his feet stick to the ground, and then he fell to the ground, crashing onto the rolling Basmemanik man.

A series of rear-end collisions and crashes completely blocked the entrance.

The towering Basmemanik man rushed to the entrance, only to find his kin lying on the ground in disarray. He angrily berated them, pulling and carrying them to clear the passage, but the black-armored warriors had already vanished without a trace.

The "Lucky Ones" lead their team in guerrilla warfare within the metal warships of the Basmemanic people.

They killed one Basmemanic man after another, breaking through the encirclement.

The procession snaked upwards, moving toward the location of the energy anomaly he sensed.

Five hours later, the team finally rushed onto the deck where the energy was abnormal.

The Shadows of Order saw a massive skeleton hanging overhead, surrounded by a group of bizarre Basmemanic people.

They were covered in bones, held bone staffs, and chanted in a strange language that sounded like the roars of wild beasts.

"attack!"

Following Flamini's command, the troops launched an attack on the skeleton.

Blazing beams of energy rained down on the skeleton.

The skeleton trembled violently, accompanied by a piercing explosion.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar erupted as a metallic beast, its shoulders towering over the other Basmemaniks, charged onto the deck.

Missiles were fired simultaneously from the shoulder of the Saturn-shaped Terminator prototype.

Boom boom boom!
The missile hit its target precisely, but the "lucky ones" sensed that the Basmemanik people were not seriously harmed.

His entire body was covered in a metal shell.

There was only one spot missing: the top of his head, but the Basmemanik man covered it with his arms.

The "Lucky One" raised his arm, aiming the plasma cannon at the skeleton.

The location where he fired was not calculated by a superhuman brain, but rather a location perceived through spiritual intuition.

As the blazing beam of light erupted, a Basmemanic man was thrown by the shockwave and crashed into the skeleton.

The massive skeleton tilted, and then a plasma beam shot onto it.

The skeleton's trajectory was altered, and it crashed into the oncoming giant Basmemanik.

As the Basmemanik man was knocked away, a missile trailing from above Flamini's head struck him squarely on the head.

With an explosion, Basmemanik's body crashed to the ground.

Flamini felt as if stars were shattering within him, and he sighed inwardly.

I am truly a "lucky one".

Today is truly my "lucky day"!
(End of this chapter)