Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 589 The Ceiling of Individual Combat Power in the Mechanicus
In the northern part of the Milky Way, beyond the illumination of starlight, lies the Randan Galaxy.

Perturabo was not on his Ironblood; he was in the central quadrant command room of the Ramirez-class Starfortress, which had been handed over to him by Nimrod and would belong to him after the war.

The interface on the back of his head connected to the meditation machine array he had personally modified, and a torrent of data surged through his mind.

The torpedo launcher seemed to be an extension of his body, spewing out swarms of fish.

Peturabo, all by himself, accomplished the command and coordination work that would normally require an entire corps of officers led by a fleet admiral.

He even controlled every single torpedo, and even destroying a Queen Glory-class battleship would be difficult against the countless drones.

Runes leaped, collided, and disappeared in Perturabo's mind, revealing an ever-changing artistic landscape.

Everything is under control.

The thought had barely formed when a discordant white sword-shaped rune suddenly appeared.

"[The Chagatai warships are so fast.]" Peturabo's admiration flashed by, his brow furrowed.

One after another, white runes rushed in haphazardly.

They were like a sudden whirlwind, surging yet chaotic.

Black and iron-gray runes flowed in, easing the frown on Perturabo's brow.

His Trident-commanded Ironblood and his brother Nimrod's Shadow of the Throne both executed his battle plans perfectly.

Perturabo stared at the black runes, a slight smile playing on his lips, which he forcibly suppressed before fully lifting them.

Perturabo ignored the drifting white runes; at least they could draw some of the fire.

He repeatedly adjusted the deployment disrupted by the white whirlwind, rapidly relaying orders to other warships.

Black, purple, gray rock color...

Numerous runes moved along predetermined trajectories according to the pre-arranged plan, striding towards the red target.

The Red Mechanical Ark, the Shana Punishment.

Anacharis Scoria stared at the evil planet drawing ever closer on the holographic star map.

He saw the sacred creation of Om Messiah—the Ramirez-class Star Fortress—enter the orbit of the evil alien's creation—the artificial war satellite.

Three Glory Queen-class battleships—black, iron-grey, and white—flew into orbit and joined the bombardment.

Anacharis launched a series of binary codes into the entire Shana fleet within his mental space.

Our target is the evil homeworld of the aliens, and Lord Nimrod has granted my request to unleash punishment.

Om Messiah gave me revelation, and the algorithm of victory and punishment!

Om Messiah has unleashed his wrath! Any alien creature that blasphemes against the God of Machines must be purified!

Anacharis highlighted his role by turning Lord Nimrod's orders into credit for his own achievements.

This is not betrayal, but a necessity to serve Lord Ninglu.

He needed greater prestige to climb the spiderweb of power in Shana.

The space of thought is filled with the clamor of binary code.

In the name of Om Messiah, punish blasphemy!

Sage Scoria will lead us to victory!
Sage Scolari, the substitute for Om Messiah!

Anacharis was delighted to see that more and more people were praising him.

Not only his own sages, but also thirty-six other sages from different schools of thought who had never met before.

The red arks formed an attack formation in high orbit, and Om Messiah's servants aimed thousands of weapons at the planet below.

The Shana Punishment fired the first shot, its dazzling light falling like the finger of the god of machines.

The lava bombs bombarded relentlessly, striking and hammering like the piston-driven hammer of Om Messiah.

Every Randan alien on the surface witnessed the collision of the cannonballs with the energy shield, the dazzling energy explosions tearing apart the dark sky and setting off a sky full of scorching marks.

As Anacharis stepped onto the evil land of Randan, his prosthetic eye swung.

The earth melted and poured into a glass plain, and the black smoke from the purifying sacred fire rose into view.

He waved the scepter of Vaudia and pointed it to the place where the oracles showed a high concentration of life signals—the misty mountains.

The orbital bombardment had little effect, and the ether readings there were significantly higher than normal.

Anacharis's mechanical body stomped through the flames and crushed the vitrified rocks as he raised a servo arm high on his back.

"We are the royal guard of the god of all machines, we are the hand of His wrath!"

The molten metal cannon spewed out a torrent of flames, vaporizing more than a dozen aliens.

The tiger-shaped overlord crackled as it burst out of the sea of ​​fire.

The second arm rose up like a python.

The photon piercing cannon shone with a blinding light, making the glass-like ground gleam and turning the red robe crimson. The dazzling beam shot out, piercing through bursts of flame and slamming into the individual's energy shield.

With a sound like a balloon bursting, the beam of light pierced through the energy shield and penetrated the chest of the tiger-shaped body.

Winged soldiers whistled as they flew through the air.

The phosphorescent explosives spewed out streaks of fire, sweeping away the deep fog.

The pig-shaped alien lying on the ground immediately had arcs of electricity rising from its head.

Flames and lightning collided, producing a series of explosive sounds.

Anacharis raised his third arm, and the gravity cannon's mark pressed close to the ground.

With a loud bang, an invisible shockwave shook his metallic body.

The projected gravitational shockwave struck the ground and then rose up like an expanding bubble.

The armor encasing the pig-shaped alien was shattered into dust by the gravity wave, and its obese body was torn apart and scattered.

As one bubble after another rose, the winged soldiers continued to swoop down, unleashing the wrath of the god of machines.

The electronic familiar surrounding Anacharis—a servo skull personally modified by the sage himself—suddenly began to hum.

A series of dangerous runes lit up on the display module in Anacharis's strategist array, and the analysis module completed its analysis in an instant.

The Knights of Malinax leaped out from both sides of the Mech Guard.

The Avenger Gatling gun emitted a piercing scream, and a torrent of bullets swept towards the towering tree-like body that appeared.

The thermal cannons roared in unison, the shockwaves whistling through the air as they slammed into the bone-eaters.

Anacharis was no longer as powerless as he had been when facing the Bone Eater in Shana; his electronic familiar swept over the Bone Eater again and again.

The strategist array's analysis module continuously performs iterative analysis, which is then transmitted to the knights of the Malinax family via the communication array.

Anacharis is like a giant contemplative machine, orchestrating the entire battlefield while simultaneously launching attacks on the enemy.

The fourth and fifth arms were raised, and phase plasma beams and conversion beams shot out, bombarding the silver-white body along with the photon beams.

As the energy shield shattered, a barrage of bullets fired by the sixth-armed radiation eradicator struck the brain-eater's body.

The brain-eater's flesh quickly turned black and fell off, and the spreading radiation storm turned hundreds of aliens in the vicinity into charred corpses.

Rumble!
The burning Bone Eaters fell like mountains, their scattered branches turning the area within hundreds of meters into a sea of ​​fire, and thousands of aliens were burned to ashes.

Anacaris received feedback from the Strategist Array's analysis module that he had lost fifteen Knight Armor units.

Two more units than he had budgeted.

As the strategist array updated the combat data, the electronic familiars' piercing screech echoed through the ground with a rumbling sound.

Anacaris saw a dozen or so constructs rush out, and he immediately marked them with runes and assigned them to the Marinnax Knights.

His seventh and eighth arms rose, and Maxim bombs and rotating Gatling guns roared as they fired barrages.

Eight arms equipped with ranged weapons launched a simultaneous attack on the worm-like body shrouded in a gray cloak.

Beams, phase rays, plasma melt flow...

The swarms of charred maggots covered the body of the Destroyer of Sloth.

Sloth the Destroyer bent over, dodging left and right, but still couldn't completely avoid the surging firestorm.

He raised the Necrosis Scepter, from which a burst of emerald green light shot out.

Anacharis's physical arm also raised the Scepter of Vodia in his hand at the same time.

Ancient technological weapons have reappeared in the world, shining brightly on the battlefield once again after ten thousand years.

Boom boom boom!
Amid a series of explosions, the blinding light of the explosions engulfed all the light on the battlefield.

The energy turbulence tore a knight mech, two brain-eaters, and hundreds of aliens to pieces.

Anacharis strode toward the Destroyer of Sloth, his eight ranged weapons surging wildly.

The Necrotic Cloak melted into ashes, leaving a charred mark behind Shlos.

On either side of Anacharis's back, the ninth and tenth arms swung.

The power boxing gloves flashed with blue light, and the chainsaw-like gloves' motor hissed.

Shloth's chest exploded, and his head was ripped apart.

Anacharis's last two arms moved, simultaneously inserting a molten metal bomb and a radiation bomb into the exposed viscous cavity.

With a loud bang, the maggots exploded.

The Destroyer of Sloth was blown to pieces.

　PS: According to the desktop rules, Anacharis Scoria has the strongest stats among the crew, and can fight the Primarch, but ultimately he can't beat him.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)