Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 739 (Fifth Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions) My Former Enemy Joins Me in Controlling the Steel Ring

Stormy Starfield, Steel Ring, Talas System.

The surface of Taras, Sector C-5.

Twenty-eight three-legged walking mechs marched forward in formation, bathed in a dim, yellowish light similar to that of the Gardiner.

Everyone in the entire formation looked remarkably similar: sparse, gray hair, pale skin, and dull, yellow eyes.

This is a manifestation of their shared surname from Gardiner, the result of countless generations of genetic iteration.

But they were different from their caste ancestors whose bodies were dismembered and placed in morgues.

After submitting to the King, the sixth generation of walking mech pilots, who have grown up, have a theoretical average lifespan of thirty-nine years.

Their faces radiated a vibrant, fighting spirit; they were the king's new war aristocracy.

They no longer live like their parents, cramped in small tenement buildings.

The Gadinar system was reorganized under the orders of the Lord of Light, and the ten planets in addition to the main star were clearly defined.

Planet Four was built around the three-legged walking mechs. The few existing factories were converted into civilian factories, and the newly built factories manufactured and assembled them.

The drivers have become the new owners of the Nest Tower in the new Nest City, which was built in imitation of the model city.

The lead pilot examined the series of runes that appeared on the array of contemplative aircraft and shouted, "Ten o'clock, engage the enemy."

"Warhound Titan, Plasma Shield."

The Gardiner II tripod walking mech is 16.5% larger than the previous War Dog Titan.

The expanded space and the replacement of the Heavenly Punishment-class reactor provided energy, enabling the three-legged walking mech to be equipped with the plasma shield of the Knight Mech.

Compared to the Highlord era, where pilots were treated as expendable resources, and the first-generation experimental walking mechs created to cope with the Randan War, this was the first time they had acquired defense.

Although the plasma shields were no match for the plasma beam cannons of the "Ripper" Legion's General-class Titans, their Warhound-class Titans were not equipped with that terrifying weapon.

bang bang bang...

The left foot of the two rear feet lands on the ground, while the other two feet turn under the control of the touch gloves.

Boom boom boom!
Blinding beams of light shot out from between the rocks of the mine.

The Titans of the Ripper Legion ambushed and launched a surprise attack from the flank of the main road through the C-5 forged city.

The three walking mechs at the left front of the formation had their black, crab-shaped bodies sliced ​​open by a flashing beam of light, scattering like unsealed sandwiches.

The six walking mechs that followed were violently shaken by the shockwave the moment they completed their turn.

Three giant mechanical legs support the steel body like iron pillars.

Rumble…

With a dull thud, two walking mechs raised their plasma shields.

Amidst a series of explosions, yellow smoke billowed out.

The three-legged walking mech lowered its body to withstand the impact of dozens of turbine lasers, leaving giant claw marks on the rocky road with its three steel giant feet.

Nineteen three-legged walking mechs completed their turn in synchronized steps, their arms spinning rapidly, and beams of energy shooting out.

A dazzling beam of light, like a cone, sliced ​​through the blue and red steel shell.

Moments later, the tripod walking mech squad destroyed six Warhound Titans.

Just as the lead pilot was about to lead the team to continue their advance and attack the C-5 casting city, the sonic array system suddenly activated.

He saw that the rune came from the Lord of Light and immediately answered it.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"The High Varia has surrendered! Cease the attack!" Wilshire's voice was as impassioned as ever.

At the same time, outside Taras's largest casting city.

The fierce final battle between Morning Star and Titan, the Ripper, has reached its climax.

Amidst countless scattered fragments of burning steel, fourteen green divine machines formed a circular formation, unleashing a dense barrage of bullets at two blue-green enemy aircraft.

Two Azure Rippers, their blue beams hissing as they pierced through the void shield of the Green Morning Star, cutting through several meters of adamantite armor, damaging the power systems of its right arm and left leg.

Boom!

The Titan warrior lost his balance, and his massive steel foot slammed into the rocky ground.

A screeching sound of brakes rang out suddenly, and sparks flew from the wheels of hundreds of transport trucks.

The servant rocked violently in his seat, then pressed the yellow button hard, sending steel chains flying and mechanical clamps extending.

The tractor servants' mission was to recover the divine machinery to minimize losses. Compared to the "Black Flame," the Crown of Glea, which shrouded the surface of Taras, deployed more vehicles and had greater repair capabilities, resulting in far fewer Titan losses than friendly forces.

Two Rippers enveloped in white steam, their massive blue-green steel bodies reduced to ashes by the burning of the High Varia alloy.

The two divine machines were shaken violently by the impact, and the blue beams slid erratically across the ground, cutting out deep, arc-shaped craters.

Suddenly, a beam of blue light surged up and swept across the abdomen of the green divine machine.

The temperature of the plasma reactor rose rapidly, and its steel body turned into a cage of flames.

A blinding beam of light shot into the air.

Rumble!
The exploding fireball slammed into the shimmering void shield.

Plasma fire rained down, and the thirteen green morning stars remained deathly silent.

A desolate chill permeated the air, while the flames of revenge burned fiercely.

"attack!"

The high-ranking captain took heavy steps, and as the earth trembled, the volcanic cannon was aimed at the forged city.

The muzzles of the cannons, billowing with smoke, emitted gleaming light.

Just as the forging city was about to be razed to the ground and tens of millions of slave laborers were about to be burned to ashes, the high-ranking captain's sonic array system hummed.

The high-priority communication level of the "Shadow of Order" warband leader ensured that information was updated immediately.

"The High Varia has surrendered. Please cease your attack!"

……

Ten standard days later, the world was forged, and the High Varia forged a temple.

The sound array system of Chief Sage Unai-9, steady and with a touch of warmth, spoke to Ninglu.

"Thank you for delivering the message in time. Five casting cities were saved from annihilation, and hundreds of millions of lives were saved."

Ninglu, with a flag hanging from his left shoulder, keenly noticed the changes in the sages across the long table, who were clad in blue and red robes.

"This is good news." He nodded with a smile. The Morning Star Titan Legion and the Darkfire Titan Legion received the information in time and ceased their attack.

Unlike in memory, it did not cause devastating consequences; the High Varia did not etch hatred into its name.

This is a good start to subjugating the High Varia.

The “Chaos Mentor”’s voice was deep, and spirituality surged forth, while the “Red Priest’s” uniqueness grew ever warmer.

"I will fully support Supreme Valia in expanding the production line and extracting the mixture from the corrosive seawater."

"I will also fight for you to preserve three more star systems."

Nimrod recalls that after the High Varia surrendered, Mars seized most of the galaxies except those controlled by the High Varia.

The mind space of the High Varia was filled with a vast number of 0s and 1s, and the sages exchanged views in silence.

"Mars is demanding that we relinquish control of at least twelve star systems. The 'Ripper' Titan Legion has suffered more than half its losses, and we have no room for negotiation."

The wise envoy's words prompted Unai-9 to make a decision.

"I am willing to sign a covenant with you."

Five days later, as the Great Bell of Om Messiah struck twelve, Nimrod entered the incense-filled Temple of Casting.

He walked up to the casting director with a smile and, amidst the chanting led by the ceremonial sage, signed his name.

As Ninglu stood side by side with Unai-9, he extended an invitation to the director of Foundry, Gloria.

“Degoes, we are allies who bear witness to the divine glory of Om Messiah, and we should work together.”

Degoes-12 paused for a few seconds. Without Nimrod, the war would not have ended so quickly.

With the rapid recapture of Nalindi in the agricultural world, Gloria's losses were significantly reduced.

After logical analysis, Degoes-12 accepted the invitation and walked to the left of Ninglu.

Ninglu smiled as he looked at Degoes-12 and Unai-9 on either side.

[A good start.]

Former enemies, without any irreconcilable, deep-seated hatred, were able to cooperate fully during the grand birthday celebration, working together with me to control the steel ring belt.
After Nimrod left the Temple of Forging with Arsena Dunne, and the Aquila Falcon shuttle took off, the Primarch's servant with snow-white hair spoke up to report.

"My lord, the Emperor is holding a triumphant celebration for you in Terra to commemorate the pacification of the Iron Ring."

(End of this chapter)