Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 550 Luo Jia, I'm going to be awesome with your Raging Abyss!
"The commander of the 'Word Bearers' is Zadekir."

Ninglu's eyes lit up when he heard Arsène Dunn's reply.

Zadekiel was the chapter leader of the "Brushborn," whose chapter at its peak only had a thousand Word Bearers, which was not worth his attention.

But he knew that Zadekir would become the first captain of the Abyss-class warship, the Fury Abyss.

He was also the only captain.

The Abyss-class is the most powerful warship ever built in human history, with performance even surpassing the Glory Queen-class warships. Perhaps only the unique Imperial Dream and Mountain Array can compare to it.

It was a powerful warship created by Kelbo Ha, the Mars Forging Director, using the secrets he had mastered, and presented to Horus as a gift.

He then destroyed the shipyard, including the construction templates.

This means that there were only three Abyss-class ships, and Horus transferred them all to Loga.

After receiving the warship, Zadekir, under the orders of Cole Fallon, went to attack Makula's satellite Formaska ​​during the Battle of Kos in order to destroy Makula.

During the journey, they were attacked by a combined force of "Ultraman", "Space Wolf" and the loyalists "Thousand Sons" and "World Eater", resulting in the destruction of the ship and the loss of all life on board.

The powerful Fury Abyss, before it could even shine, ended its short service life.

Nimrod was more concerned that he had a considerable understanding of Zadkiel; he was neither a devout believer of the Four Gods nor a loyal follower of Cole Fallon and Loka.

Zadekil was an ambitious man who sought personal prestige.

He is someone who can be "corrupted".

[Zadekir was not chosen by Loka and Cole Fallon by luck; he was one of the best fleet commanders among the Word Bearers, and the Descendants of the Brush were skilled in ship-to-ship warfare.]

Of the three Abyss-class warships, Zadekir will inevitably gain command of one.
Ninglu smiled and said, "[Loga, since you've sent a priest to spread your faith, I'm going to take down your Fury Abyss.]"

Guilliman, you've been so awesome, it's time to give you a taste of your own medicine.

I've upgraded my Furious Abyss, so you won't lose your seventh kill.
"I will meet him in my office."

After the Primarch's attendant took note, he continued.

"Ben Dregger led the 'Dark Angels' in an offensive against the fortress of the Fortress World, suffering heavy losses and casualties."

Ninglu nodded. In his memory, Bendreig led three Glory Queen-class battleships against one of Randan's artificial war satellites, and lost one of them in the process.

With only one Glory Queen-class battleship at present, it is indeed a stretch to face the main fleet of Randan.

"I see."

[This also happened to be an opportunity to examine and "corrupt" Zadekil.]
Two days later.

Ninglu leaned back on his throne, watching Zadekiel, clad in gray-rock-colored power armor, walk into the office.

His armor was covered with stacks of prayer parchment, which were filled with prayers.

His bald head was covered with scriptures, and he had a noble appearance inherited from Loka.

His grey eyes shone with passion and confidence.

Zadekil spoke with great enthusiasm and passion.

"Greetings to you, Lord Ninglu."

Ninglu looked at Zadekiel scrutinizingly. "You're too late."

He could completely understand if the other Word Bearers commanders were slow to act.

But Zadekil's strong execution and the fact that he was so far behind schedule is unlike him.

“My lord, heed the power of the truth, I have discerned my destiny, and will bring the glory of an emperor to this ignorant world.”

Ning Lu understood immediately upon hearing this.

[Zadkiel spreads his faith in a certain imperial world on his journey.]

To realize his ambitions, he needed to gain the trust of the Legion's high command. For the current "Word Bearers," battle achievements were not the most important factor; spreading faith in the Emperor was the standard of evaluation. Regardless of Zadkiel's thoughts, he would inevitably cater to them.
"The 'Dark Angels' fleet is engaged in a void war against aliens while defending the fortress."

“I will personally lead the fleet there,” Nimrod keenly noticed, his grey eyes gleaming. “You will accompany me.”

Five days later, as the fleet set sail, the bridge of the Void Hunter, the flagship of the Seventh Battle Group and a relic-class warship.

Amrodi Skasen Skasenson, the fifth leader of the "Space Wolves" team, clenched his fist.

His angry eyes were hidden beneath the leather mask, and he forced himself not to look at Sanchez.

Skarsen believed that if the wolves were to name the person they hated most, Sanchez would undoubtedly be number one.

Countless times by the fire, he heard the wolf's hateful curses.

The helmet he wore on his face was the Rus' Wolf Helmet, crafted by the entire family of artisans for the Wolf King, which he obtained after defeating Enoch Rashivin, the former commander of the Sixth Legion, in the Battle of the Wheel of Fire.

One of the two swords he wore at his waist was forged from the tooth of Fenris's largest Kraken sea monster after the Wolf King killed it.

There were only two swords: one was the Wolf King's sword, and the other was at Sanchez's waist.

Both the Rus Wolf Helmet and the Kraken Sword belong to the Wild Wolf.

Skarsen realized that the Wolf King had even used his cloak as a wager, betting on who could achieve more merits between him and Sanchez.

That was the cloak made from the fur of the wolf king after he killed the Great Wolf.

Skarsen's gaze was resolute; the Wolf King trusted him, and he would never let the Wolf King down.

Yorin was the wolf king's most trusted man, and he lost to Sanchez.

But he, Skarsson, will not.

I will never lose!
The Wolf King will not lose his cloak!

I will reclaim the Rus Wolf Helmet!
As Skarsen swore in his heart, his rune priest Oshel Wardmaker said with a smile.

"Lord Sanchez, according to intelligence, the aliens have occupied the Stafford system for more than two years and enslaved more than 1.3 billion Imperial citizens."

“We should launch an offensive immediately to carry out the orders of Lord Ninglu and the Wolf King.”

Sanchez glanced at the two Space Wolves in front of him. He could read the suppressed anger in Skason's eyes beneath his mask, but only saw cunning in Wardmaker's eyes.

“My chapter has more warriors and will launch an attack on Stafford Prime. Your Dalian will be responsible for attacking Planet Three.”

“My Dalian attack main star.” Skarsen’s tone was chilling, his eyes like knives staring straight at Sanchez.

The moment his gaze fell upon the Rus Wolf Helmet, he felt dizzy. He instinctively wanted to look down and even take back what he had said.

Skarsen bit his lip, refusing to yield to Rus Wolf Helmet.

“Wolf Lord, I believe that Lord Sanchez does not underestimate the wolves.”

"Simply because they have extensive combat experience against aliens."

Sanchez glanced at Skarsson and Wardmaker, thinking to himself.

Skarsson is more direct, Wardmaker is more insidious.

As my lord said, we should be even more wary of the Wardmaker.
Skarsen remembered the Wolf King's instructions, said nothing more, and acquiesced to Sanchez's arrangement.

Wardmaker looked at the think tank member wearing a psionic hood and holding a staff, and spoke.

“I want to walk alongside the think tank brothers of ‘Shadow of Order’; we should understand each other.”

Okafor looked at Wardmaker scrutinizingly, and after a moment agreed.

"can."

(End of this chapter)