Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 585 Beating Up the Wolf King and Seizing Russ's Kraken Bite

Red Duran, industrial area.

Pat, who had just joined the Royal Court and received his father's gift of becoming an "audience member," stepped out of the drop pod.

He activated the added speech array and shouted.

"Brothers, the Durans are stubborn and unrepentant. The Primarch has declared them guilty."

"Our duty is to salvage usable assets, technical data, and industrial facilities before the wolves turn everything into ruins. Everything will be used as spoils of war for the Legion."

"By order of the King, act!"

The "spectator" enters the perspective of an observer, watching the Honor Guard members who have been influenced by him, including even the calm technical sergeants.

Pat strode forward, leading them into the industrial area.

Pat switched the language of the speech system to the Fahrenheit language that the think tank had cracked.

"Duran people, lay down your weapons, and you will be forgiven..."

Pat's loud voice, amplified by the sound array device, resounded throughout the entire factory.

"Die!" The administrator, dressed in a red robe, roared as he raised his heavy double-barreled weapon.

With a loud bang, Pat spoke coldly through the blood mist.

"Final warning, lay down your weapons!"

The workers gripped their weapons tightly in fear, staring at the black-armored warriors before them.

Unlike the gray-armored butcher and the wolf-like beast in the image, the black-armored warrior in front of them, though terrifying, gave them a chance to survive.

boom!
The first worker dropped the steel pipe he was holding, followed by a series of thuds.

boom!
With a loud bang, Pat looked in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a large hole appeared in the factory wall, which then collapsed with a loud crash.

A colossal creature emerged from the smoke and dust; it was even larger than the Leviathan.

It had no paint, and there wasn't a single missile inside the rocket launcher on its shoulder.

Several cables were haphazardly stuck on it, clearly indicating that it had been rushed off the production line.

He raised the short-barreled jamming cannon launcher, and with a hissing roar, the shells pounded against the storm shield.

Bang bang bang!
The Storm Shield roared and shattered, and the disruptive shells slammed into the shield-wielding Honor Guard members, tearing their power armor into pieces.

The exposed guards were lucky enough to survive the horrific shelling.

"Attack! Kill him before the jamming cannon loads!"

Pat roared and charged at the behemoth.

The honor guard members felt a surge of power within them and charged forward, following Pat.

The Thunder Hammer slammed into the spinning siege drill, sending Pat flying backward.

A member of the Honor Guard took a long run-up and leaped into the air.

A "warrior" from the Eighth Legion slashed at the shield with his psionic longsword.

Pat then leaped up, swung his Thunder Hammer, and smashed it into the observation window at his chest.

The shrieking force field tore the scarbin soldiers apart.

At the same moment Pat killed Leviathan, the Thirteenth Company scaled the walls of Crimson Fortress.

“Wolf Lord,” Urbandell said to Yorin as he fired a bomb, “they are still in the hands of the Durans, and they’ve been playing back the footage.”

“They’ve always been seen…” the wolf priest said humiliatedly, “including by those shadows of order.”

Jorin swung his giant axe, cleaving the Skabin soldier in two at the waist. "Can you track down their life signals?"

“There’s only one, the signal is very stable, but very weak,” the wolf priest replied.

“I promised to bring them back.”

An hour later, Ruth returned to War City, drew the Devourer of Kraken, and charged toward the Leviathan that had crashed through the wall and was now gleaming.

His outer armor is not a single piece, but rather segments embedded in the surface.

The rocket launchers on his shoulders creaked and spun, and missiles trailing light crashed into the wolf pack.

Amidst the deafening explosions, a wolf pack position was submerged in a crimson sea.

Six warriors charged at it, the wolf's weapon brimming with destructive energy, slamming it down on the mech's arms.

Leviathan raised his hand, and his dark gray body crashed to the ground.

The chaff cannon's projectiles blasted them into pieces.

Ruth roared in fury as he rammed straight into Leviathan.

The heavy siege drill whizzed past the gray armor, and the Kraken's Devourer hissed as it tore open the observation window in Leviathan's chest, shredding the Skabin soldiers inside into a pile of mush.

Ruth kicked Leviathan away and searched for a new target.

His communicator beeped, and he answered it somewhat irritably.

“Alpha Wolf, Yolin, his company has broken away from the line.”

Ruth's hand trembled slightly as he instantly connected the image of the mutated wolf with Yolin's unusual behavior.

His gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, looking toward the Crimson Fortress.

A moment later, Ruth resolutely turned around, abandoned his prey, and ran towards the location of Yorin's positioning rune.

A moment later, Ninglu's communication bead buzzed, and Alsena Dunn's voice rang out.

"My lord, the wolf pack has breached the city walls' shields, but has abandoned its attack on Crimson Fortress and has turned its attention to the Cathedral District."

"I understand." Ninglu hung up the call. [Ruth, did you still make the same choice?]
“My lord,” Sanchez approached Nimrod, his brow furrowed, and asked, “Stop attacking Crimson Keep. The Durans will have time to reactivate their shields.”

"Attack," Ninglu ordered. "The Emperor sent us here not to be idiots."

The Rand speedboat roared into action, and the Catachan wolves and Thunder wolves roared in unison.

The Seventh Chapter followed the Primarch and the Reaper Lord, rapidly scaling the Crimson Wall.

Ninglu leaped over the city wall and charged toward the hundreds of gleaming Leviathans.

His eyes shimmered with light and shadow, and the power of a vast ocean surged within them.

Ninglu awakened his erased, terrifying memories, opening up his "fear vision."

His figure vanished from the spot, and in an instant, a blue-white light exploded in the observation window of a Leviathan.

The next instant, he appeared in front of another Leviathan 160 meters away.

In an instant, hundreds of Leviathan observation windows scattered throughout the Crimson Fortress were pierced, and the massive metal bodies collapsed almost simultaneously.

Ninglu's figure reappeared as he stared at the spoils of war.

The experience that had just occurred would resonate in his mind, and he would compare it with the memories in Slaughter's mind.

The Eldar warriors, carrying small warp devices, warped into the warp.

He was briefly and unprotected exposed to the territory of his mortal enemy—the thirsty lady.

Dimensional Spiders are the bravest tribe warriors, risking both their lives and souls when they attack.

The "Fear Vision" ability is awakened by only a very few psionicists like Zaharie, allowing them to launch explosive, rapid attacks in a short period of time.

Few Eldar can complete the Dimensional Spider Tribe, but their numbers are many times greater than those of humans who have activated "Fear Vision." However, they are completely unprotected and lack the ability to launch attacks at lightning speed.

Hmm... perhaps we could combine the two, allowing some of the Shadow Order to master this attack method without being completely exposed in the warp.
While Nimrod was pondering, Sanchez climbed to the throne room at the very top of the Crimson Fortress.

The "conspirator" was surrounded by a flock of fire crows, which, under spiritual control, shot out, bypassing the bulky scarbin soldiers and exploding behind their spines.

Sanchez walked into the lavishly furnished throne room, which was thirty meters high and decorated with a mosaic pattern symbolizing the Fahrenheit.

"You arrived before that lapdog." The body on the black throne, torn apart by time, was wrapped in a life support device that resembled jelly.

His deep-set, dark eyes darted around. "You are the king of Vostonia."

Sanchez shook his head. "I am the Reaper Lord of my Lord."

A hint of disappointment appeared on his translucent, almost parchment-like skin. "Please, he should be the one to end this."

His voice was soft and indifferent, like the rustling of reeds in the wind.

"I assure you, there are no weapons here that can harm you."

“I believe,” Sanchez said, climbing the steps to the throne, “that I am the reaping blade of my lord.”

He raised the sword forged from the teeth of the Kraken and slashed it at the red robe.

The chainsaw sword hissed as Lord Duran was torn to pieces.

At the same moment, beneath the church ceiling.

Ruth rose from the body of his son and went to Jorin.

"Old buddy, why didn't you tell me?"

Jolin lowered his head and moved his lips. "I'm just waiting."

"Waiting for what?" "The antidote, the truth."

“This is something we will never have.” Ruth looked haggard and dejected.

Ruth stood close to Jorin, the two of them only an arm's length apart.

“I know what’s hidden in the Kennis Spiral because I’ve personally visited the potion-making workshop and I know what ancient biological products are mixed in there.”

“Macado warned me, but I never heeded the advice of the Seal Bearer?”

“I also know what happens to those who can’t return from the wasteland, many times…”

Ruth said painfully, "I left Wolf Fang Fortress alone to end their suffering."

“I once fantasized that perhaps the curse wouldn’t contaminate the Legion.”

Sadness lingered between the two, while the church ceiling seemed to oppress the wolf pack.

The silence was broken by the crackling of the communicator: "Alpha Wolf, Tyrant Duran is dead."

A fiery roar erupted from Ruth's body, and his hissing breath slapped against Yorin's face.

He gripped the chainsaw sword tightly and strode outside.

The grey stormbird roared as it charged toward the Crimson Fortress. Before it even landed, Ruth opened the hatch.

He immediately spotted the figure with golden wings among the many black-armored warriors.

Ruth leaped down.

Rumble!
The prototype fell like a meteor, crashing down a crimson bunker.

Lehman Ruth gripped the mortal-sized chainsaw sword, engraved with runes of destruction, in a fit of rage.

The various totems on his body, bones, strung teeth, and talismans jingled.

“Nimrod,” Ruth growled in a low growl, “I told you, that’s prey for wolves.”

"Do you think you can make fun of Fenris's wolf pack with impunity?"

"For us, even if we cannot escape death, the promises we made must be kept."

“You’re too slow,” Ning Lu said calmly.

Pat, who had just returned from the industrial area to report, strode forward with the Honor Guard.

Nimrod looked at Pat, who stood fearlessly in front of him, and nodded approvingly.

“You’ve always seen me as a barbarian,” Ruth spat, “but when I called you brother…”

Ninglu coldly interrupted Russ, "I used to think of you as just a noisy wolf."

"You should have thought of the consequences the moment you resorted to underhanded tactics."

Upon landing at the fortress, the wolves that had gathered looked at each other in confusion, but only Yolin knew what Nimrod meant.

Ruth's anger subsided slightly, but as he stared at the expressionless Ninglu, his anger surged again.

"Wild wolf!"

"You will understand its true meaning."

Ninglu spread his wings and passed over Pat and the others.

The sword of Vaal leaped out, meeting Ruth, who was venting his rage through his savage appearance.

A thought flashed through Ning Lu's mind.

[Of me and Hannibal, at least one of us was killed by him, or even both of us.]

Now is also a moment to prove that I am in control of my own destiny.

Ruth, let me test your strength.
Sparks roared and the clanging sound echoed throughout the entire crimson fortress.

The blue and white light overwhelmed the icy blue blade.

Ninglu stood still, while Russ was sent flying backward.

Ruth opened his eyes wide in anger; Ninglu's strength far surpassed his own.

He walked cautiously forward, with Fred and Gerry following beside him.

Like a pack of wolves on the hunt, they simultaneously raised their left legs and cautiously approached their prey.

John's hair stood on end, and he raised his paws.

Before he could make a move, he saw the eyes of both wolves simultaneously become vacant, and their raised heads slam heavily to the ground.

John withdrew his paws and looked at the black wolf that had raised its head.

Knowing Freddy well, he could see the disdain in his eyes.

As Russ saw the wolf brothers fall, a beast-like howl rose from his throat.

He lunged forward suddenly, wielding Kraken's Bite to strike Nimrod.

Swords flashed and danced, sometimes clashing, sometimes separating.

The space wolves brandished their weapons and roared across the sky, cheering for their alpha wolf.

The sound waves surged and roared past, almost deafeningly loud.

Two figures, blurred by their speed exceeding that of Astartes, locked onto the perfect position with unerring precision in every confrontation, their destructive power enough to unleash an apocalyptic catastrophe.

The Shadows of Order calmly observed the battlefield, but were moved when their father knocked the Wolf King away and his figure became clear.

Pat started the song, and the Shadows of Order began to sing loudly and rhythmically.

With the addition of several "singers," all shadows of order were drawn into a collective resonance.

Even Sanchez, who was walking down the street, unconsciously blended in with the crowd.

The wolves stared at Rus's wolf helmet with anger and fear, their voices unconsciously lowering.

Only Yolin, gripping the axe handle tightly, stared at the cloak of the Great Wolf Morkai and the Kraken sword.

The singing drowned out the roar.

Nimrod also overwhelmed Russ, each of his attacks heavy enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The swift and precise sword strike forced Russ to retreat step by step.

Ruth's feint attack was deceptive; he slashed fiercely and decisively, but in the back-and-forth clashes, he was suppressed by the swift and violent blue and white sword light.

Each blow he faced was faster and more dangerous than the last.

Ruth was astonished to discover that Nimrod had not used witchcraft, but had completely overwhelmed him in terms of strength, speed, and skill.

With a bang, Ruth's strong body crashed into the fortress wall.

With nowhere to retreat, Ruth lunged forward, gripping the Kraken's Bite tightly in both hands, and unleashed a ferocious sweep.

Ning Lu raised his right hand, and the blue and white sword light flashed. At the last moment of the collision, the sword tip suddenly slashed upwards.

He struck precisely at the moment when Russ swung his sword too high, using the 33rd rule of "Osberh-Vaya" to exploit the weakness.

With a crackling sound, the Kraken's Bite flew out of my hand.

Ninglu flapped his wings and gripped the spinning, hissing chainsaw sword.

"You lost, it's my spoils."

The howls of the wolves stopped abruptly, as if they had been choked.

The song of the shadows of order transformed into deafening cheers, echoing through the Crimson Fortress.

Ruth, watching Ninglu slowly descend, roared and charged forward.

He transformed his body into a weapon and rammed into Ninglu.

Russ pounces on his prey like a roaring wolf; he has captured countless wild beasts in the snow and ice without ever failing.

Nimrod's superhuman senses allowed him to detect the sudden attack the instant Ruth pounced. He flapped his wings and glided backward, hanging the Vaal Sword and the Kraken's Bite at his waist.

The "Corrupted Baron" bulged his muscles and twisted his back.

He swung his fists, unleashing a series of missile-like punches.

With a loud bang, Ninglu's right fist slammed into Russ's left arm, instantly numbing both of his arms.

The power gauntlet, whose energy field was not activated, slammed into Ruth's right arm, slamming him and his gray armor into the fortress's crimson walls.

A barrage of punches rained down on Russ.

Rumble!
The ground shook violently, and the city walls collapsed.

The gray armor shattered, and Ruth was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Russ!" Yolin shouted in a panic, even forgetting to address his brother respectfully, and rushed over.

The "audience" stared at the panicked wolf pack, keenly noticing their instinctive avoidance of the towering black-armored, golden-winged figure.

Ning Lu withdrew his fist and pondered silently.

[Hmm... Ruth can't kill me.]
(End of this chapter)