Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 523 Shloth's Terrifying Spaceship

Abyss Harbor is a transportation hub in the new Colony district that spans the Misty Starfield and the Extreme Starfield, and most of the major trade routes in the entire starfield pass through here.

The orbital docks are like islands, revolving around the planet.

Countless berthing platforms, docks, supports, suspended workshops, workers' quarters, and spaces between berthing platforms are crammed with ships.

Dozens of worlds in the eastern part of the sector are eagerly awaiting the arrival of transport ships laden with Zavaric agricultural products.

The industrial products, such as equipment and parts, produced by Zhuya, which the former star sector lord had vigorously developed, passed inspection, but could not be used for the first phase of construction of Masila Prannoy as planned.

The first nobles to rise in the sector, nobles and merchants from Manachia, had their lavishly decorated ships tightly bound to anchor cables.

Twenty-five years ago, the Ramirez-class star fortress, the Colony Abyss, embarked on a long and loyal journey of protection.

The four quadrants of the Colony Abyss were constantly operating at high speed to deal with wave after wave of attacks.

The Ramirez-class Starfortress can destroy a fleet in a short time, but faced with swarms of drones and a constant stream of Randan ships, it can only barely fulfill its duty to prevent the aliens from causing substantial damage to Abyss Harbor.

The fleets of the First, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Fleets, after jumping into the star system, immediately changed the course of the battle.

As Flamini prayed to the Black Emperor, three of the four Relic-class warships of the Seventh Squadron, along with the Blade of the Eighth Squadron, launched their attack.

The array of light spears and bombardment cannons pierced the spiked and flail-laden ships like spears.

The cannonballs swept across like a raging storm, and the blazing light spears tore apart the alien ships.

As waves of attack pierced through the alien warship, a black prototype ship emerged from the burning wreckage.

The obsidian-like spaceship slowly rotated, its center gleaming with an evil crimson light.

Compared to the surrounding ships, it is less than ten kilometers in diameter, but it appears enormous, defying the laws of physics.

The unusual ship identification runes immediately attracted the attention of the simulated sanctuaries of each warband.

Upon recognizing its Gothic design, which differed from that of Imperial ships, and even the spiked shape of the Randan ships, it immediately attracted the attention of the Shadow Order.

They matched the rotating obsidian spaceship with the ship of Sloth in the data issued by the Father of Genetics, and immediately reported the report to the commanders of each battle group.

After Schloss's ship appeared, the crimson light in the center grew brighter and brighter.

As the energy readings on the oracles of each ship in the "Shadow of Order" rapidly increased, the bright light quickly surpassed that of stars.

Immediately, a light as bright as a star exploding engulfed the entire galaxy.

The simulated sanctuary of the "Shadow of Order" ship is filled with red alarm signals from oracle birds.

Thierry Vieira rose from his command throne as a series of piercing alarms blared from the communicator built into his helmet.

"Fortress-class Void Shield overload!"

"Main Light Spear weapon array malfunctioned!"

"B-16 port-side heavy gun array malfunctions!"

"..."

His captain, the "deduction student," gave a loud reminder.

"Knight Lord, the alien warships are charging towards us."

Thierry looked at the holographic tactical table and saw alien warships hurtling towards his ship, propelled by the spreading shockwaves, like small boats tossed about by a storm.

"Reactivate the Void Shield!"

"My lord, I'm working hard, but it takes time!" the captain said hurriedly.

"I should remind you that the propellers of Randan's ships are charging at full speed; they have never been so frantic before."

"The energy shockwave propelled them forward, and they are about to collide..."

Before the captain could finish speaking, the Blade began to tremble violently.

Thierry activated the magnetic lock on his boots, stabilizing himself amidst the earthquake-like tremors.

As spikes tore through the hull, a piercing metallic scraping sound echoed from the bridge.

Aliens with wings like steel needles surged wildly in through the rift. Thierry flicked his wrists, and two longswords were already in his hands.

He gripped the power sword forged by Primarch Vokhan in his right hand, which gleamed with a dazzling blue light.

Thierry's left-hand weapon is a psionic longsword forged for him by the master blacksmith Cassell.

After wearing it for over thirty years, Thierry developed a faint psychic ability.

As psionic energy was infused, the longsword was enveloped in a dazzling white light.

Thierry leaped toward the alien that had stormed into the warship; his superhuman speed as the "Master Weapon" allowed him to leave his guards further and further behind.

He felt a sudden pause in his thoughts and a sudden stop in his body.

Thierry's dark eyes flashed as he saw a bridge officer running away in terror.

He ran while frantically pushing the breathing mask on.

The breathing mask was put over his face, and he took a deep, forceful breath, his chest heaving violently.

Suddenly, his running stopped abruptly, as if he were bound by telekinesis.

He was immediately pounced on by the alien, and hundreds of steel needles pierced him in an instant.

The crimson color entered Thierry's eyes, and he instantly donned the "war mask."

Anger filled his body, and he suddenly shot out like lightning.

Thierry's mind remained steady; his eyes were fixed on the brain-eater, past the fluttering aliens.

A dozen or so aliens covered in steel needles immediately noticed the approaching black-armored figure and swooped down on Thierry with a hiss.

The "Weapon Master's" blade spun rapidly, forming a horizontal blue figure-eight shape in mid-air in an instant.

The figure-eight shape outlined by Gan Faso rapidly expanded, and the hissing decomposition energy field simultaneously sliced ​​through more than a dozen aliens.

As the mangled limbs fell, the "Weapon Master" had already passed them.

He weaved through hundreds of alien creatures, wielding his twin swords like a storm.

With diagonal slashes, vertical cuts, horizontal sweeps, and straight thrusts, the "Elvira Sword Technique" was performed by the "Weapon Master" to an unparalleled degree, and hundreds of aliens were slaughtered in a matter of breaths.

The red line running along the brain-eater's head flashed crimson light as he raised his bent arm, and a green lightning bolt struck down from the sky.

A series of electric currents flashed in front of the Honor Guard members, forcing them to stop in their tracks.

They saw the lord, whose burst of speed surpassed that of psionic lightning.

He left the green electric sparks behind him and, in the blink of an eye, rushed in front of the brain-eater.

The Brain Eater swung its crystal sword at Thierry, while the "Weapon Master" simultaneously raised both arms.

He swung his right arm, and the power sword collided with the crystal longsword.

With a deafening roar of energy collisions and tearing sounds, the Brain Eater was repelled by the much smaller "Weapon Master".

The "Weapon Master" kept moving, his left arm outstretched, the tip of his sword thrusting forward suddenly.

The "Weapon Master's" Death Strike—the Erka style—penetrates the Brain Eater's brain along his abdomen.

Mucus splattered, and the brain-eater's body split open, slamming helplessly to either side.

Thierry, who had swiftly killed the brain-eater, was about to rush towards another when the voice of "Detective Trainee" sounded from the built-in communicator in his helmet.

"Knight Lord, that ship, that's Shlos's, has moved and is flying rapidly toward us."

"Based on the fact that the Randan aliens launched a fierce attack in a way that resulted in mutual destruction, the technical sergeant in charge of the Imaginary Sanctuary and I deduced that they were carrying out Shlos's orders to cover his ship's escape."

Thierry continued his charge, brandishing his twin swords.

"We can't let Shlos's ship escape. The fact that it hasn't launched another attack must be because it's consuming a huge amount of energy."

"This is the best chance to solve it."

(End of this chapter)