Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 670 Peturabo is still pretty awesome!

In the darkness of Viziore, "Judge" Yashin fought for fifteen hours in the galaxy's long night, his spirituality exhausted, unable to use most of the powers bestowed upon him by the Black Emperor.

However, he is still able to use some of his abilities, including the spiritual vision that every member of the royal court possesses.

Yashin caught sight of the flickering, dim light, raised his archaeological pistol, and fired a beam of light.

When the stellar beam was still two meters away from the target, it began to oscillate and diffuse noticeably in the entropy energy ripples.

The deep blue beam of light quickly dimmed, first turning into pure blue, and then transforming into a pale blue streak of light the moment it hit its target.

With a sizzling sound, the smelly robe was pierced, and a molten spot appeared on the hinged armor.

rustle……

The four Tarantula sentry cannons faded rapidly in the torrent of time, as if they had been placed in time for more than six thousand years.

The technical sergeants heard the mournful cry of an old man, and immediately a gap appeared in their defensive line.

The "monsters" between the tarantula sentry cannons felt the intense heat rushing towards them, their breathing becoming heavy, and their armor and bodies becoming heavier as well.

The strange acceleration emanating from Hrud altered the composition of the atmosphere, making the surrounding environment heavy.

"Death!" A Dunn-language shout rang out, and Yashin, leaving a trail of afterimages, crashed into a Hrud.

The fist tore through the ripples and slammed into a Hrud's head.

With a loud bang, the dark head covered in thick mucus exploded.

The "judge" took a deep breath of heavy air; his temples throbbed, and the little bit of spiritual energy he had just regained was exhausted once again.

He swung his right arm, unleashing a barrage of punches that created a dazzling disintegrating force field that instantly tore more than a dozen Hruds into disgusting fragments.

The immense pressure did not affect Yashin's actions in the slightest. The longer the "sheriff" stayed in his "jurisdiction," the stronger his combat power became. This ability did not require spiritual support; it depended solely on his familiarity with the "jurisdiction."

The veteran "sheriff" had a solemn expression. He deactivated his spiritual vision. Hrud was surging towards the gap in the defense line. Once inside the "jurisdiction," they could sense the damp, stench without needing spiritual vision.

The Honor Guard followed closely behind, erupting simultaneously in their respective "territory".

Blue fist shadows converged into a dazzling storm, swatting away thousands of intruding aliens.

The dense beams of plasma flintlock guns struck the thermal diffraction field, producing a crackling and popping sound.

Twisted, layered waves surged forth, the biofield continuously colliding with the "jurisdictions" of the "sheriffs."

The torrent of time and space surged forth, washing over the black city walls.

Yashin's built-in timer turned back an hour, but night still enveloped the earth.

His and his guards' original Saturn-shaped Terminator armor, once pristine, was now pitted and uneven, as if it had been left unattended for thousands of years.

Several people had their fingernails shattered, exposing the skin and flesh, which was covered with age spots.

Their muscles atrophied, and their fingers aged and became knotted.

Their pulses were weakening every moment, and their bodies were inevitably aging as time went by.

Yashin's body was unaffected; he fought at the forefront, standing firm like a reef in the torrent, blocking the most enemies.

The seasoned sheriff's spiritual intuition suddenly stirred; he sensed something evil was happening to his right.

As Yashin's eyes dimmed, he stepped back, tears welling in his eyes, and shattered nail plates scattered.

The tide of time began to seep into the "jurisdiction".

Yashin glanced at his helmet. The night had lasted for seventeen hours, but there were still four long hours before the stars would shine.

At the same moment the First Chapter launched its furious attack, in the ruins of the Nest City.

The Honor Guard is also defending the high ground surrounding the altar against the fiercest alien attacks. The enormous device standing within the altar is a behemoth that occupies the entire space of the transport ship and now covers nearly a third of the entire hive.

Countless Hruds surged out from all directions beneath the hive city, rushing irrationally toward the iron-gray creation.

The white swarm of bees drifted like clouds, attracting plasma beams.

Almost every moment, a member of the Guard of Honor falls.

Some turned to dust and drifted with the wind.

Some were scattered in pieces of bone, among the armor plates.

……

As the entire hive city blazed with heat, in the center of the altar, Ninglu finished outlining the last rune and flew into the air.

He ordered in a deep voice, "Activate the stasis device."

The stasis device that Peturabo had personally built pulsed rapidly, and a dazzling light leaped up, enveloping the entire hive city.

The Honor Guard members were frozen at the intervals of each pulse, their constantly flickering bodies resembling black phantoms.

The flashing began to slow down, becoming slower and slower, until it synchronized with their slow heartbeats.

boom!
The sound resounded throughout the city, and a burst of soaring light shot straight into the sky.

The heat and humidity suddenly dropped, and a vortex of light rapidly spread, sweeping across and covering the entire planet.

The competing timelines clashed, and the Honor Guard members who were caught in the crossfire were instantly torn apart.

In the next instant, the static force field completely overwhelmed the entropy field of tens of millions of Hruds on the entire planet.

Above and below ground, the distortion effect of all Hruds was dispelled, and the entropy waves around them were completely eliminated.

The veil surrounding Hrud was punctured like a bubble, revealing his foul-smelling, disgusting body.

The situation suddenly reversed. The Shadow of Order, which had been struggling to maintain its position, abandoned its rusty and slow-firing weapons, such as plasma guns and incendiary weapons, and quickly took out explosive guns from its stasis weapon box.

A barrage of bullets erupted, and diamond warheads slammed into the Hruds without hindrance.

Amidst the intense roar, a one-sided massacre unfolded.

From mid-air, Ninglu surveyed the battlefield.

The Primarch's consciousness permeated the air, and he felt the ease with which tens of millions of Hruds were crushed, which made him sigh inwardly.

[Petrulab was really impressive; this time the stasis device was quite powerful.]
He felt countless Hruds rushing towards him like madmen, and with a flick of his wrist, a 1.4-meter-long flagpole appeared out of thin air.

[But that's not enough, I'll add some more "fire".]
"In the name of the 'Red Priest,' I beseech the disordered realms to grant me power, so that all of Hrud in the entire Sak Trada Abyss may perceive the existence of the Vizor Stasis Field."

Thirty-three, eleven-meter-high, even numbers of black and gold pillars leap up, gleaming with light.

Black mist churned and enveloped the entire stasis device.

Under the influence of the leveraging source matter, the shimmering static force field rose into the air, bursting forth with a light even more dazzling than that of the gray star.

The light streaked across the horizon, beyond the boundaries of Viziore, its radiance spreading throughout the entire Sac-Tradia Abyss, a region approximately 260 light-years in diameter.

The black mist dissipated, and the light vanished in an instant.

Within the Abyss of Sak Trada, in the remaining eleven major worlds and eighty-four minor worlds of the Hruds, the aliens simultaneously began to stir.

The Hruds surged frantically toward the hive-like city-ships, toward the fungus-covered migratory vessels.

(End of this chapter)