Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 620 The greatest honor for mortals is to nourish the gods.

884.M30.

The Pellesa Galaxy.

The fleet of the 11th Battle Group leaped out from Mandeville Point, and on the bridge of the Son of Vostonia, Per Koscielny scrutinized the holographic projection.

The Nephilim's egg-shaped warships approached their lines, almost rolling.

“My lord,” the sound array master’s voice rang out, “a holographic image has been received; it is a human.”

"Continue to assemble." Per had read the Nephilim information issued by the Black Emperor during his warp travels and had already guessed their methods.

The "Corrupted Baron," adept at manipulating the rules, decides to give the Nephilim a chance to perform, while the chapter's fleet takes the opportunity to assemble.

He strode towards the holographic platform.

“The connection has been established,” the technical sergeant reported. “The holographic projection is weak, but the audio is clear and complete.”

From the information provided by the Black Emperor, Per already knew that the Nephilim possessed unique expertise in sound waves.

The language used by the Nephilim for communication within their own race was exceptionally harsh, with high frequencies reaching even the ultra-high frequency band, making it difficult for even the Astartes to recognize and hear.

As soon as Per stepped onto the holographic platform, he saw a burst of light.

The figures were blurry, but it was barely possible to make out that all five figures were human.

“Fellow humans, please leave immediately,” one of them said.

"There is nothing here that requires your interference."

"You have been usurped. Aliens have established a corrupt temple here, and the life essence of countless people has been stolen," Per said coldly.

"Wake up! You should not foolishly continue to be loyal."

The images of the figures suddenly became clear, and Per could see that the five people had devout expressions and were speaking in unison.

"No! They are angels, and they teach us!"

"We serve them devoutly!"

"They feed on you," the "Corrupted Baron" shouted. Having already corrupted more than a dozen nobles, merchants, and officers, he could not comprehend the enslaved humans before him.

He widened his eyes. "Don't you hate them?"

"The greatest honor for mortals is to nourish the gods," the five said in unison with a laugh. As their eerie words were spoken, the scene became blurry.

“Nephilim.” Per decided not to waste any more words on these hopeless humans and addressed the aliens who enslaved them directly.

“I know that you took this name from the myths of Terra, Caliban, and Barak. Nephilim means fallen six-winged angel.”

"True angels don't hide; they come out and speak."

A sharp, trembling sound of air vibrating rang out in the audio, accompanied by strange, buzzing harmonics.

The technical sergeants operating the platform stared in astonishment at the particle transmission accomplished through unknown means, as if ripples from the opening and closing of an audible eardrum were rippling and surging in.

They couldn't understand the underlying principles at all; the only thing they were certain of was that it had nothing to do with etheric energy.

The technical sergeants suddenly understood why their father had ordered the recording and analysis of the Nazirites' words and communications.

Once this technology is mastered, encrypted communication can be achieved.

"Why have you come here to fight against us?" The Nephilim's voice was strange and high-pitched, and he clearly expressed every syllable of every word in Gothic.

"There's no need for that, we want peace."

“You are not angels, but parasites.” Per glanced at the tactical layer inside his helmet; ninety-four percent of the warships had arrived in Pellesa.

“You feed on the life force of radiation, and you need to be worshipped and made gods.”

"Your technology controls human thought and imprisons the human mind."

"That's also a kind of peace." A gray figure flashed by.

"Join us, and I will show you how wonderful it is to be together."

"He is both a mortal and a god."

“You are nothing but a false, pale reflection!” Per roared, for the existence of the Nephilim was a blasphemy against the Black Emperor.

He walked straight down from the holographic platform, and the assembled green runes flashed through the visor of his helmet.

"attack!"

The ancient soul of the Son of Vostonia sensed Per's extraordinary rage and roared, unleashing a sharp, shimmering light.

The crystal-clear spear of light shattered the two perfectly round eggs.

An egg-shaped warship was the first to react. It began to spin like a rolling egg, and as it trembled, an invisible force field rippled out as a physical shock wave.

In the silent void, strange harmonics are eerily generated as particles ripple.

The 11th Legion's oracles detected no attack signal, and the officers of the simulated sanctuary were completely unaware. Until a buzzing sound, eerily, echoed in the ears of the Shadows of Order aboard the Son of Vostonia.

Per's Lyman's Ear filters high-frequency sound waves, and the harsh sound disappears instantly.

He looked up at the video screen above the strategy table.

The numbers on the Void Shield kept fluctuating: 97.14%, 98.52%...

The adjutant's voice came from inside Per's helmet.

"My lord, we cannot detect the alien attack."

"As per your command, all warships that have completed the automatic recharge Void Shield modification are now positioned at the forefront of the battle."

Through the dismantling of the Fahish warship and research into the technology of the Duran Voidport, the technical sergeant mastered the standard construction template for the automatically recharged Void Shield.

The Eleventh Chapter completed the modification of most of the ships at the growing Vostorian Satellite Shipyard, which is why the Black Emperor chose his chapter to be in charge of the Void Wars.

"Keep firing, smash their eggs."

As he issued the order, Pell returned to the strategic table.

In the holographic image, black warship runes shot out beams of dazzling light, slicing through the egg-shaped enemy ship.

However, the swarm of eggs was frozen solid; there were no beams of light, no torpedoes, and no shells.

But the Nephilim did not sit idly by; they were simply unaware of their strange attacks.

As the eggs tumbled and rolled, layers of sound waves hummed and swept towards the black warship.

There was no energy signal, and no rune warning.

Unlike in the past, the officers of the simulated sanctuary are no longer able to determine which warships are within enemy attack range by observing the orientation of enemy ships' weapons.

After receiving the report, Per pondered for a moment and then issued the order.

"Dispatch an escort fleet to disperse and head towards the enemy ships."

"Records the attacks suffered by warships that sail directly toward enemy ships and those that weave through gaps in the enemy's lines."

The officer of the simulated sanctuary immediately understood the lord's intention.

He hopes to determine, through experiments, the angle at which egg-shaped warships launch their attacks and whether they interfere with each other.

Fourteen frigates, simultaneously increasing engine power.

Pell simultaneously took in the holographic image and the surrounding video screens.

In his mind, the data naturally fell into two groups.

Five warships charging head-on towards the enemy ships:
96.27%, 93.18%…

Another group of seven warships weaved between two or three enemy ships:
95.05%, 91.47%…

Per's superhuman brain was calculating at lightning speed, and as he reached his conclusion, his adjutant's voice rang out.

"My lord, the enemy ship's sound waves are omnidirectional, making it impossible to plan an evasive route."

"Warships that weave through enemy ships are subjected to more intense attacks."

"After 136 iterations of calculation, the enemy ship's sound waves will produce a harmonic convergence effect."

Just as the adjutant finished his report, a warship weaving among the three suddenly lit up with red runes and then disappeared from the holographic image.

"Order the warships to retreat," Per gave the order after obtaining the information he needed.

"Abandon conventional side-attack methods, and engage in one-on-one combat from the bow."

Break those eggs!

The Eleventh Legion's Gothic warships unleashed beams of light like spears, shooting towards each egg.

The sound waves arrive, and the energy decreases.

The sound subsides, and the energy rises.

The sudden, piercing sound waves and the shimmering numbers are the only indication that a ship is under attack.

Per took in the battle: every moment, eggs were shattering.

The black runes rarely disappear.

[Although we couldn't track the Nephilim's attack trajectory, the automatically recharging Void Shield allowed our warships to recover at a rate far exceeding the destructive power of the alien warships.]
The black warship advanced steadily, its shattered eggshells scattered across the void.

On the tenth day after the Eleventh Legion arrived in the star system, on the main planet of Pelasa, the last thirty-six egg-shaped warships shattered almost simultaneously.

Eggshell debris rained down through the atmosphere, striking the ground and igniting bursts of fire.

Around the temple, millions of people cheered for the arrival of their god.

(End of this chapter)