Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 668 Thank you, my Lord, for granting me eternal life.
San Diego Bergkamp walked toward the teleportation platform he had built himself.

The pillars forged from psionic crystals refined in the warp by the first psionic artisan of the "Shadow of Order" replaced the adamantite pillars of other teleportation platforms.

Among the densely engraved runes were not only those commonly used by the human empire, runes passed down through generations of the Borgkamp family, and runes secretly shared by Hathor Matt, the chief strategist of the "Thousand Sons," but also many other exotic runes:

The Flao people's ethereal runes, the Eldar tribe's dimensional spider runes...

Furthermore, there are runes obtained from the stars by experienced "astrologers" and secrets accumulated by the warband "secret seekers".

The platform's surface is a fragment of Sam-Han's Ark bestowed by the Black Emperor, painstakingly cut and polished by the think tank led by Saint Diego.

The members who operate and maintain the platform are not the technical priests or technical sergeants of most legions, but rather the think tank of the warband.

As San Diego stepped onto the teleportation platform, he naturally passed through an invisible gate, his body enveloped in stars.

Since he ascended to the rank of "astrologer," his subspace imagery has quietly transformed into a gateway to the vast starry sky, rather than the rocky mountain of the San Diego family.

Walking among them is like strolling through the void; he stands on a "star".

Two mind servants stood on either side of San Diego in front of him, forming an inverted triangle.

San Diego glanced at the Hrud migration ship's teleportation coordinates on the video screen above his head, raised his psionic crystal staff, and simultaneously ascended into the eighth level of Magnus's Mind.

The stars in his eyes swirled rapidly around him.

The surging, churning subspace energy caused mist to rise all around.

The runes of the San Diego set lit up, and the subspace circuits corresponding to the two mind servants also lit up.

In the eyes of the demonic psionicist, light flashed, stars streaked past, and a chaotic oval sphere enveloped in fungus came into view.

A dazzling light soared up, overshadowing the promethium lamps on the bridge and the reduced lumens of the lighting strip.

The entire teleportation platform was covered with dense runes, emitting an invisible ripple.

The think tank operators immediately injected psionic energy and activated the psionic defense array.

An invisible psionic shriek echoed within the psionic barrier, shutting out the senses of the bridge crew.

The think tank members looked toward the center of the platform, where Lord San Diego's figure transformed into a streak of colorful light and vanished into thin air.

Streaks of light flashed around the demon-type psionicist, then quickly faded.

The demon-type psionicist, "teleported" to the Hrud migration ship, raised his psionic staff.

A colored dot of light illuminated the humid deck, spinning rapidly as the Hruds glanced away uncomfortably.

In an instant, the light swirled and expanded, transforming into a colorful vortex.

The veil between reality and the subspace was torn apart, and the gate to the sea of ​​souls was opened with a roar.

The Hruds gathered, and the entropy effect covered the hot deck, instantly causing layers of frost to form.

As the warp anomaly erupted, a terrifying suction force spread from the supernatural realm to the real world, causing tens of thousands of Hruds to scream in agony as they were drawn into the warp rift vortex.

The screams of death echoed and spread through the warp, and on the decks of the real world, frost froze into thick, solid ice.

The demon-type psionicist raised his hand, and as he clenched it, the slowly closing curtain accelerated its convergence.

As the piercing shriek echoed, the curtain to reality was forcibly closed.

The demon-type psionicist took a step forward, his figure appearing on the deck three levels below.

The Hruds poured into the ice-covered deck and gathered together.

The torrent of time rolls ever onward, the solid ice melts rapidly, and water mist fills the air.

They covered the entire deck, but found no enemies.

At the same moment, the demon-type psionicist raised his hand, and as the colored light spots rapidly spread, the colored vortex quickly collapsed into a spatial rift.

Rumble!
Amidst the violent tremors and a piercing, glass-like tearing sound, the deck above, the deck below, and the fungal-like aggregates covering the outer shell of the bulkhead were all ripped apart.

The entire deck collapsed from the real world, sinking into a colorful vortex. The migration ships, having lost a deck out of thin air, collided head-on.

The explosion caused by the collision of the two halves accelerated the burning process as time flowed forward.

After using the three powerful demonic psionic abilities, "Teleportation," "Chaos Vortex," and "Summoning the Void," San Diego's armor became covered in sticky oil.

A series of piercing screams echoed in his mind, and the stars in his eyes turned colorful.

The starlight distorted and rippled amidst layers of colorful light.

As San Diego's temples throbbed, he knew he could no longer use his powerful demonic psionic abilities.

He always remembered the Black Emperor's warning: "Of all the psionic schools, demonic psionicism is the most adept at manipulating the warp, and also the most dangerous."

San Diego swiftly exited Magnus's eighth mental state. With a wave of his hand, starlight flowed, and his body "teleported" to the upper level of the migration ship.

A chill ran through his body, and he ordered his mind servant to activate the circuit breaker mechanism.

As another set of runes on the Mind Servant flashed, Saint Diego immediately felt the shriek echoing in his mind recede.

[The mind servant of the space dwarf sage Grimnir, amplifying other psionicists and adding an extra layer of protection for them.]

For a demon-type psionicist like myself, it's more like a necessity.
The chill dissipated rapidly under the entropy energy effect gathered by Hrud, and two mind servants gathered around San Diego, raised the Aikar-Kahn plasma gun, and launched an attack.

Think tank director Thomas and furnace master Rosicky Cech, based on the mind servant data provided by the Black Emperor, jointly studied and deciphered some of the mysteries of Wotan's mind servant manufacturing.

The replacement of some weapon modules has been achieved, allowing the Mind Servant to not only use the original Bedrock-type Bomb Gun, but also to use space dwarf ranged weapons such as the Eka-Kahn-type Plasma Gun.

Physical weapons such as bombs are almost useless against the Hruds' distorted force field, and various energy weapons have become the main weapons in this war.

Two plasma beams shot out, penetrating the blurred waterfall formed by the superposition of entropy energy fields.

The dazzling light tore through and distorted the light, pierced through Hrud's tattered clothes, and pierced through both of Hrud's bodies.

The arm armor of the mind servant instantly became pitted and uneven, as if it had been placed in the natural environment for four thousand years.

Before they pulled the trigger a second time, one turned into sand and scattered, the other into dust and drifted away.

Weapons made using space dwarf technology are more robust and durable than those of the Empire, but they cannot withstand the torrent of time formed by tens of thousands of Hrud gathered together.

The armor suit on San Diego's body had become dull and lifeless, as the aging caused by the passage of time enveloped his body.

The feeling of weakness was fleeting.

The immortals have jet-black hair and their skin remains radiant.

After confirming that he showed no signs of aging, San Diego sincerely praised himself.

[Praise be to my Lord, and thank Him for giving me eternal life!]
The surging Hrud people raised their plasma flintlock muskets and fired a volley at San Diego.

The Recorder's eyes lit up with the Dunn incantation "I came, I saw, I recorded," and his body then split into three flames.

San Diego repeatedly used the Flame Ring bestowed by the Black Emperor to "record" his ability to become flame.

The "recorder" had a sudden thought, and three flames shot towards the wall in a triangular formation.

The three flames gathered and dispersed at will, allowing for free control and avoiding most of the incoming plasma beams.

A beam of light shot onto the flowing flames, causing the "Recorder's" aura and spirituality to weaken.

As the flames rapidly dimmed, three beams of light re-condensed in front of the wall.

The seasoned "apprentice" raised his hand and pressed it against the fungus-covered deck bulkhead. Suddenly, a blurry, unreal, dark blue door appeared before his eyes.

He stepped out and passed through the deep blue gate that resembled a curtain of water.

The "Record Officer" roams between decks millions of Hrud distances, launching attacks with the ability to "record," its body showing no signs of aging.

(End of this chapter)