Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 552 Wardmaker: Sanchez, I'll make you lose everything.

On Stafford III, Amrodi Skasen Skasenson, the lord of the fifth-largest "Space Wolves" colony, wielded a giant axe and tore four human slaves to pieces.

Blood splattered across the iron-gray armor, and entrails slapped against the leather mask.

Skarsen ignored him and strode forward, chunks of flesh falling from his armor.

He roared, "Follow me!"

The communication channel was filled with alternating angry roars. The reckless charge contained abundant firepower, stimulating the wolves' bodies. Wild energy propelled them and the giant wolves beside them to run wildly.

"They are traitors to the whole father!"

"Kill them all!"

Skarsson shouted loudly, rousing his pack with a powerful, deafening roar.

The wolves roared angrily and charged at the father's enemies.

Wherever they went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood splattered.

Stafford, O'Shea Wardmaker quickly followed in Sanchez's footsteps.

The wolves hated Sanchez and were most concerned about his situation.

Wardmaker knew that Sanchez possessed the ability to manipulate fire, and he would certainly use this ability to win the wager against the Wolf Lord.

Once evidence of his misuse of witchcraft is obtained, it would be far more valuable than a think tank.

Nimrod's protection of his beloved son might incur the wrath of his father.

If he were to punish his beloved son, he would lose an arm, and the wolves would get their revenge.

[Perhaps, I could hand over the evidence to the Wolf Lord and then demand that Sanchez be prohibited from using his abilities, thereby winning the bet.]

Reclaim the Russillon Helmet and the Kraken Sword, and once again unleash a media storm on Terra.
Wardmaker's confidence grew as he considered the rumors that Terra was detrimental to the "Shadow of Order" and the "Thousand Sons."

Although he didn't know why there were no more "Shadow of Order" messages, and all the accusations of mutation and witchcraft were focused on "Thousand Sons," he believed that as long as evidence could be provided, the person behind it would definitely join their side.

[Sanchez, I want everyone to know that everything you have achieved is due to the abuse of witchcraft.]

I will make you lose all your honor, lose everything!
Wardmaker sprinted forward, with Thunder Wolves and Katachon Wolves rushing past him, but this also gave him a clear direction.

As the flames rose, he trembled all over, and the runes in his helmet shone brightly.

Sanchez maintained the third level of his mental state, resisting the neurotoxin's attack, and raised his hand to flick a fire whip at the alien.

After becoming a "schemer," his refined manipulation of fire improved, no longer limited to the five shapes of fire crow, fireball, spear, fire snake, and fire wall, but he could shape them at will as needed.

The fire whip crackled and splintered around the brain-eater's body, its silvery-white flesh sizzling.

The brain-eater struggled to raise its arm, and a bolt of lightning struck Sanchez from the sky.

Flames erupted from the "conspirator's" body, and he briefly merged with the fire whip, instantly pulling his body closer to the brain-eater.

The brain-eater swung its arms, breaking free from the whip's restraints, and the crystal sword slashed down.

With a wave of his hand, the "schemer" conjured two fiery serpents from the ground, forming a "wall of fire" around him.

The crystal greatsword slashed down, sparks flying.

The "conspirator" raised his hand, and the wall of fire suddenly erupted.

A series of ear-piercing explosions ended with a loud bang.

A chilling longsword was drawn, its red lines piercing through a head.

Wardmaker rushed to the battlefield, his eyes narrowing.

He was disgusted by Sanchez's use of the Wolf King's Sword, but what shocked him even more was how quickly Sanchez had killed an alien commander.

[This is just the beginning.] Wardmaker thought to himself.

Ninglu makes demands of them, and they will exercise restraint.

But as the battle progresses, they will break free of their shackles.

The shadowy figures' keen senses will excite them in the killing, and cause them grief in the death of their comrades in battle, ultimately leading them to lose control.
The "conspirator" loosely clenched his left hand, and the red flame gradually turned white in his palm. Three seconds later, he had completed the compression of the flame that the "arsonist" would take more than twenty seconds to achieve.

A blazing white spear flew out, trailing a string of fireballs at its end.

With a loud bang, the spear struck the individual's energy shield.

Amidst the invisible energy ripples, a series of fireballs crashed down.

The "scheming man" raised his sword to block the crystal greatsword, then raised his arm and a flaming blade flew out.

The flaming blade flew into the brain-eater's spherical head, accompanied by a loud bang, and pus splattered out.

The Thunder Wolf mount leaped up and landed on a powerful overlord.

The "scheming man" could always sense a pair of malicious eyes that were closely following him.

He didn't need to turn around to know that the gaze wasn't from the alien, but from Wardmaker.

The "scheming man" used his mount to leap and scrutinize Wardmaker.

After becoming a "schemer," his physical condition and fire manipulation abilities did not change significantly, but his five senses, spiritual perception, insight, and brain were qualitatively enhanced.

He could see Wardmaker's astonishment, confusion, bewilderment, and a hint of anxiety.

The "scheming man" suddenly clamped his jaws around the giant wolf, his mind racing.

[Wardmaker will not give up if he does not get the evidence he wants; he will take more risky actions.]

Once he takes that risk, that will be the opportunity I've been waiting for; they will learn their lesson.
Twenty-five sidereal days later, Wardmaker, his face grim, boarded the Iron Grey Stormbird and departed Stafford Main.

He looked through the narrow viewing window at the rows of black aircraft all around him.

Sanchez has ended the battle on the main star, but his wolf lord has failed to defeat the smaller enemy force.

The pharmacist even contacted him urgently, as the wolf lord was injured.

Six sidereal hours later, Wardmaker met his wolf lord.

Two pharmacists nervously surrounded Skarson, scraping away the disgusting abscess with scalpels, and one of them looked up and said.

"The Wolf Lord has been poisoned. The alien's toxin invaded his nerves and took effect before affecting his body."

“I’m fine,” Skarsson said calmly. “Sanchez, how is he?”

“He’s fine.” Wardmaker walked up to Skarsen and began to examine him.

"He's really lucky; those spherical-headed aliens are really tough to deal with."

"But their witchcraft is much less effective against us; it's a gift the wolf king gave us."

"He wields his sword well, but not as well as my great axe."

After a moment of silence, Wardmaker spoke.

"If you're talking about those pale-skinned monsters, he killed sixteen of them."

“He abused witchcraft,” Skarsen said with certainty.

“No, I have no evidence to convict him.” Wardmaker placed his hand on Skarsen’s head, and a blue light shone.

"Speak! Tell me everything you saw!"

Three sidereal hours later, after asking all the details, Skarsen remained silent for several seconds.

"He knows a lot about aliens; it's the first time I've ever met one."

“I have wasted too much time and energy on the slave army.”

“That’s true,” Wardmaker nodded, thinking to himself.

Even so, the gap between Wolf Lord and Sanchez is still very large.

Sanchez's victory over Jorin and Enoch Lashwin was not due to luck; the Wolf King had no chance of winning.

Obtaining evidence is still possible, but we must patiently wait for the right opportunity.
(End of this chapter)