Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 537 Prosecutor Shlos, Enjoying the Disaster Together

After Flamini succeeded as commander of the Sixth Fleet, he led the fleet in clearing out the aliens in his territory, the new district of Colony.

Relying on his precognitive abilities, he led his fleet to the Masila-Planni system.

After the fleet jumped to the real world, Flamini ordered, "Activate the shields."

His command throne, like that of San Diego Bergkamp of the Fifth Army, was moved to a full-length viewing window.

Accompanied by the clicking sound, Flamini gazed into the void.

After being promoted to "Cataclysm Priest," his precognitive abilities were further enhanced, especially his ability to foresee catastrophes.

Flamini entrusted the Void Warfare deployment to the simulated sanctuary led by his "reasoning cadet" adjutant, his gaze deep as he searched for the lurking calamity in the void.

His gaze swept across the void, and suddenly a sky full of scarlet light engulfed everything.

The phantoms of ships were battered by the crimson waves.

Flamini felt a sharp pain in his brain, his throat dry and he gagged, and his eyes stung as if they were being pricked with needles.

He focused his consciousness and instantly ascended to the third level of Thelma's state of mind.

After a few breaths, the excruciating pain gradually subsided.

[Sloth's countermeasures against psionic energy are indeed terrifying. I felt uneasy even without directly confronting his evil will.]

However, such an adventure is worthwhile.

Once those bizarre ships launch an attack, the resulting damage is immeasurable. If Sloth were to escape, it would bring further catastrophe to countless worlds.
Flamini felt a lingering fear, yet also a sense of relief.

He immediately activated the helmet's built-in communicator: "Sloth's ships are lurking in the Biscay asteroid belt."

"Prepare to deal with the energy shockwave."

“Sloth didn’t realize I’d discovered him.”

Unlike psychic psionicists, he didn't directly touch Shlos's will, so the other party wouldn't notice.

"Develop a plan to board Shlos's ships."

"Leverage the advantages of our flight formations and Lightning fighters."

Most of the royal monks of the Sixth Warband were granted the power of "monsters" and later "machines" by the Black Emperor.

Based on this, Flamini decided to leverage his strengths in inspiration and calculation to assemble a powerful flight formation.

The Black Emperor's directive to prioritize the development of Hurricane Star, the former Chapter Master's development of the Industrial World of Zhuya, and his own focus on Dominica Mino provided a solid foundation for his vision.

Lightning fighters were rapidly deployed to the Sixth Legion, gradually establishing an advantage within the legion.

"As you command, Lord."

After receiving the order from his adjutant, Flamini felt his physical discomfort subside, he withdrew from the Terema mindset, and stood up.

He strode forward and entered the elevator.

Flamini pressed the button leading to the casting deck, and the elevator plummeted from the bridge.

With the hydraulic brakes engaged, the elevator slowly came to a stop.

Flamini stepped onto the casting deck as the elevator doors opened.

He saw the tech sergeants and their minions busily repairing the Rand Raider whose side had been torn apart by the aliens.

"Lord Lord."

Flamini strode forward, nodding in response to the people who bowed to him.

He walked up to the technical sergeant in charge of the battle group and spoke to the "appraiser".

"To counter the threat from Shlos, I must open the Forbidden Vault."

The Black Emperor decrees that the use of forbidden weapons requires authorization from both the Chapter Master and another Royal Baron.

There are only five Royal Barons of the Sixth Regiment to date, four of whom are “lucky ones” who serve as his honorary captains and company commanders.

In order to substantially comply with the Black Emperor's order to use forbidden weapons with caution, he set up the forbidden treasure vault on the casting deck, with a technical sergeant having a certain degree of independence in charge as the last line of defense.

The "appraiser" pondered for a few seconds, examining the rationale for using a forbidden weapon.

"My lord, please come with me."

Flamini followed the "appraiser" all the way to the gate of the adamantite.

The servo arm behind the technical sergeant extended to input a 33-digit key that changed every eleven standard times on the keyboard.

Accompanied by the sound of hydraulic transmission, cold mist filled the air.

The two entered, and after the outer gate closed, they simultaneously walked toward the guards on either side of the inner gate.

The sentry's amber irises looked at them, and with a metallic creak, it opened its jaw.

The warband commander and the royal baron raised their hands simultaneously, and sharp metal fangs pierced the backs of their hands.

Black runes flashed simultaneously on both video screens, and a synthesized sound array rang out.

"With genetic verification, the door is opened."

Flamini strode into the forbidden vault, past a Dark Star weapon seized in the battle with the Skot Alliance, and headed toward the stasis zone where the glass grenades were placed.

The moment he picked up the glass grenade, he felt the subspace brain worm inside tremble.

Flamini keenly sensed a hissing sound coming from the subspace.

He placed six glass grenades into the tactical pockets on the sides of his armor, at his waist, and on the thighs.

After the forbidden vault doors closed, Flamini's adjutant's voice came through his helmet communicator.

"My lord, the raid plan has been formulated and sent to your tactical network."

Flamini reviewed tactical information as he walked toward the elevator.

"Execute the plan immediately."

The relic-class battleship HMS Fortune slightly altered its course.

It redirected the attack on the enemy ship to other vessels.

Under the coordination and command of the simulated sanctuary, the 361 ships of the Sixth Battle Group completed a series of rotations in an orderly manner. Each warship changed targets smoothly and without abruptness.

The Lucky pursued the spiked and flail-laden Randan ship, and on the edge of the Biscay asteroid belt, two hundred Lightning fighters flew out like black lightning.

On countless asteroids of varying sizes, swarms of drones immediately took to the skies.

One of the "machines" who had participated in the Battle of the First Gardiner, with a deft push of the control stick, flew out from among dozens of drones.

He immediately sensed a huge difference from the past. The Swordtail interceptor was an incredibly high-performance machine, with exceptional turning speed and responsive touch.

However, compared to the unparalleled power of the Hurricane Lightning fighter, the Swordtail interceptor was insignificant.

The swordtail interceptor was too complex, lightweight, and underpowered, requiring a lot of tedious and precise maneuvers in combat.

The machine casually glanced at the video screen. The Hurricane Lightning fighter's under-slung missile bay was incredibly heavy, and its tail fin was raised high, made of a rough and practical piece of black metal.

Its powerful plasma ramjet engine and state-of-the-art avionics system give it superb power.

He had just been operating the drone swarm; when piloting the Swordtail interceptor, he needed to pull the control stick dozens of times to complete the maneuver.

Reducing his skill ceiling means he can unleash more devastating attacks on enemies.

A long-barreled automatic cannon mounted under the fuselage and a laser cannon on each wingtip simultaneously launch attacks under his control.

A series of flames erupted, and the red enemy aircraft marker runes vanished rapidly.

The machine calmly shook off the oncoming swarm of drones, maintaining its course towards the target.

He was deeply impressed by the power of the new fighter jet.

Perhaps its only drawback is its high manufacturing cost and difficulty in maintenance and operation.

The Astartes is even easier to pilot than the Swordtail, which would be difficult for ordinary people. Our raiding squadron only had fifteen servants.

High manufacturing costs are not a problem for us, or for "Iron Hand" and "Ultraman".
As the "machine" pondered, his vehicle sped along the route he had calculated and planned.

The black, hurricane-type lightning fighter jets swept past asteroids with the shortest range and the least deflection.

A thousand times more drones simply cannot keep up with the swarm's immense power.

Amidst flashes of light, they vanished into nothingness.

When Flamini saw the Randan disc-shaped evil ship, he glanced at the tactical report.

Five fighter jets, one Order Shadow pilot, and four Chapter Minions were lost.

"Target locked, Hellstrike Missile!"

One hundred and ninety-five fighter jets, each firing four Hellstrike missiles in a rapid burst within seconds.

Flames filled Flamini's vision, but the "Cataclysm" remained unaffected; he had already known the outcome when the missile struck the disc-shaped ship.

He pushed the lever and simultaneously gave the command: "Follow!"

His vehicle pierced through the flames and flew into the passageway that ran through the interior of the spaceship.

Without needing to switch fuel, the Hurricane Lightning fighter adapted to the low-pressure environment inside the ship without reducing its speed.

Shloth doesn't need to breathe, but his biological minions do.

One after another, black fighter jets flew into the passage, their machine guns roaring as they rained down a dense barrage of bullets.

Amid the deafening roar of the explosion, Flamini's vehicle traversed the passage within seconds.

He saw the necrotic cloak wrapped around him, and the five brain-eaters surrounding him.

Flamini slammed the control stick, and his fighter jet crashed to the ground like lightning.

Rumble!
The promethium explosion tore apart thousands of aliens, and the personal energy shields of dozens of overlords trembled.

The fourteen overlords at the center of the explosion wanted to flee in fear, but their duty to protect their master prevented them from moving.

A series of explosions tore apart their personal energy shields, and waves of fire engulfed their bodies.

Flamini, launched into the air, was struck by shockwaves that slammed into the thermal field, producing a piercing shriek.

Before he hit the ground, he threw two glass grenades from his sides.

An invisible explosion resounded in the alien's mental world, unleashing a tremendous storm in the warp.

The brain-eaters and the surviving overlords let out a cry of terror before collapsing.

Their souls were erased, along with all traces of them in the warp.

Flamini slammed heavily onto the deck, his body swayed slightly, but he regained his footing.

The "Catastrophe Priest" activated his spiritual vision and gazed ahead.

He stared at the swarms of worms slowly wriggling. The glass grenade hadn't killed Shlos; it had only caused him minor injuries.

[Overseer Shlos, let's enjoy the disaster together!]
Flamini pulled out the remaining four glass grenades with both hands, and as he threw them, he instantly ascended to the third level of Terema's mental state.

As the maggots began to wriggle faster, Inspector Schloss regained consciousness.

He raised the Necrosis Scepter, and green rays pierced the thermal field, causing his personal energy shield to crackle amidst the explosion.

Just as clumps of worms began to coalesce outside the fire, the glass grenade exploded.

A tsunami-like wave roared and churned in the warp, as Shloth's evil will was torn apart by the warp cerebrates.

Flamini endured the same waves and attacks from the subspace brain worms indiscriminately, but he ascended to the third level of mental state, resisting wave after wave of attacks.

The "Crimson Priest" was well-prepared and brought about a disaster that benefited him.

The "Catastrophe Priest's" extraordinary spirituality spread to Inspector Shlos, triggering a "spiritual storm."

The inspector, Sloth, who had been struggling to resist the invasion, suddenly fainted, and swarms of worms scattered on the ground, forming a mess.

Flamini was pale, but the vibrant spirit made him feel a little better.

He struggled to open the built-in communicator and gave a brief order.

"Transport ship, static crystal coffin."

(End of this chapter)