Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 803 The new war method taught by my master is indeed highly efficient.
11-11-69 is the 69th world discovered by the Eleventh Chapter of the Order of Shadows, its internal designation within the Legion.

At the residence of the capital's security forces, the security captain stood respectfully by his desk.

Lord Per Koscielny of the Eleventh Warband sat on a specially made golden nanmu chair contributed by the "Corruption" members, rapidly examining the data panel.

【988年3月8日，一连长吉布斯归顺11-11-49世界，控制该世界双数黑金矿山。

988年3月27日，二连长柯克兰归顺11-11-51世界，掌控该世界的十五个工业城市。

……

988年5月14日，一连长吉布斯协助第十八连，归顺11-11-68世界，控制该世界星港和造船厂。】

The Black Emperor decreed that the conquest of the entire star cluster be concealed, therefore communications were not conducted using the Empire's millisecond time system.

Per put down the data panel and nodded in satisfaction.

In five months, the Eleventh Chapter had completed the Black Emperor's decree and submitted to four of the six star systems in the Ark Edge Cluster. The chapter's only remaining task was to submit to its own star system.

Per looked at the security captain. "Are you ready?"

"My lord, everything is ready."

"Operate at eleven o'clock," Per ordered.

11-11-69 The world rotates once in thirteen local times, and 11 o'clock corresponds to the second working hour of Vostochny night Keban.

Eleven o'clock is both his tribute to the Black Emperor and the time when the locals are most relaxed.

The locals, especially the military aristocracy, adhered to a strict daily routine for 4,800 years.

They and the soldiers would conduct their third military training session of the day at 9:00 AM, followed by lunch at 10:00 AM.

At 11 o'clock, the soldiers would fall asleep, and the nobles who were not on duty would return to their castles.

After the guard captain left, Per took out the sonic communicator from his waist and spoke in Vostonian.

"Dementieva, move at eleven o'clock."

Remembering the Black Emperor's teachings in "Terra," Pere continued to explore ways to cooperate with the assassin team in the shadows.

It started with a few people experimenting with it, then a dozen people participated, and then dozens of people assisted.

From assassinating high-ranking enemy officers to providing crucial intelligence, to instigating riots, and now taking control of the enemy's top brass.

Per read all the relevant battle reports, but could not determine the exact size of the assassins lurking in the shadows.

He could only vaguely judge from the results achieved and the few traces left behind that the "assassins" they dispatched were more capable and more numerous.

Sixteen seconds later, the communicator beeped.

After Per answered the call, a beautiful voice rang out.

“My lord, as you wish, I will make Michael Diallo forget his duties,” Dementieva, the “Witch of Pleasure,” said with a light laugh.

Her voice was soft and melodious, making Per unconsciously sketch her slender figure in his mind.

"The Corrupted Baron" Pell hung up the communication, took a deep breath, and shook off the supernatural temptation.

……

At 9:00 AM, the attack cruiser Dark Lord was launched, and the warp jumped to the real world.

The Emperor personally retrieved and gifted Nimrod, the progenitor of the Dark Ages, an ancient ship from the permafrost of Ganymede.

At 9:41 a.m., Michael, wearing a red fur cloak, walked briskly into the Diallo family's tower.

He made a brief appearance at the training ground before returning home.

He had a burning desire within him, and maintaining his daytime office was already a great effort to uphold the family precepts.

As Michael entered, without waiting for the servants to do anything, he shook off the snowflakes covering his cloak and handed them to him.

“General, you’re back.” “The Witch of Pleasure” Dementieva leaned in gently, her warm body dispelling some of the chill.

Michael carefully pulled Dementieva into his arms, careful not to hurt her delicate body.

"Honey."

The two walked towards the bedroom on the soft carpet.

beep, beep...

"Sir..." The adjutant gripped the document, bracing himself for the worst, and began to report.

The fingertips of "Pleasure Witch" Dementieva trembled slightly, and her nails were covered with a faint white frost.

"What is it?" Michael shouted impatiently, almost roaring.

"Sir, a report has come from the starport that a warship has entered orbit," the adjutant reported quickly.

"The keel signal indicates an Ernest-class warship."

Michael's tense body immediately relaxed.

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future."

The adjutant looked at the general, and scenes from the past twenty years flashed through his mind. Michael was no longer the general who did everything personally, down to the smallest detail.

He inhaled the intoxicating scent of rose perfume, restraining himself from glancing in the woman's direction. He didn't want the general to think he was coveting the lord's woman.

The gentle moonlight spilled over the Diallo family's tower, and a meteor shower streaked across the night sky.

The alarm blared, and the adjutant hurried toward Lord Michael's bedroom.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
He knocked on the door, but there was no angry shouting as expected, nor any sound that would make one blush.

The adjutant frowned and reached for his waist.

The moment his hand touched the pistol, his fingers got tangled in something.

The adjutant was startled. He looked down and suddenly realized that strange threads were wrapped around his entire lower body, covering his pistol and right hand, and were rapidly climbing up his arms and chest.

Just as the adjutant was about to shout, spider silk had already spread over his neck and flowed into his mouth.

"Um..."

The adjutant twisted his head frantically. He wasn't in despair; the two guards behind him must have already noticed.

boom!
Click!

The door opened.

There were no shouts, and no gunshots.

The adjutant stared wide-eyed at the frail woman draped in a silk nightgown.

She raised her fair and delicate arm, stretching and pulling it out.

The adjutant's body touched something, and his eyes were immediately filled with it.

"Pleasure Witch" Dementieva looked at the three people inside the "spider web" cocoon in the room, and then at Michael, who was fast asleep on the bed.

She moved silently like a cat to the clothes rack and took out a communicator from a hidden pocket in her yellow velvet dress.

“Lord Per, Michael Diallo is asleep.”

"He will wake up in five hours, and I will bring him to see you then."

“Ms. Dementieva, thank you for your assistance.” Per hung up the communication link.

He followed the woman in the long black dress forward. The Honor Guard had landed at the Ministry of the Interior and barracks, and was swiftly and precisely striking key strategic points.

Per had only one goal: to become the military commander who proclaimed himself king.

"Halt!" Guards on both sides of the corridor raised their weapons and aimed them at the two men.

Just as Per was about to make a move, the "witch" beside him raised her black staff.

bang bang bang...

The guards' eyes bulged out, their bellies burst open, and their intestines flew out.

The Corrupted Baron stared at the strands of gray-black threads entwined on the blood-splattered wood chips. [A "curse"?]
A thought flashed through Pell's mind, and he decided not to walk through the corpse.

The spirituality of the "Corrupted Baron" spreads, covering the marble tiles beneath his feet.

The square bricks spun rapidly, "swimming" past each marble brick, and in an instant arrived at the palace gate.

The "Corrupted Baron" raised his hand and swung his arm, smashing it against the door.

boom!
The gate shattered, and the debris floated in the air in wisps and strands, then coalesced into ropes.

The "Corrupted Baron's" eyes flashed, and in a "sleight of hand," the silk "rope" transformed into a steel wire, flying towards the three men.

“You…” exclaimed the man wearing a crown and with a large belly protruding from his knight's armor.

boom! boom! boom!
The steel wire severed the necks of three people, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Per walked to the window, the sounds of fighting filling his ears, and watched the flames soar into the sky.

The communicator picked up a report from the captain of the Honor Guard: "My lord, we have occupied the defense force's camp as planned."

Praise be to our Lord!

The new method of warfare taught by my master is indeed highly effective.

Without them, the world wouldn't have been so efficiently subjugated.
Most of the Astartes Legion disdained to use secret warfare, as it would be an insult to their honor.

Only "Shadow of Order" and "Alpha" prefer to use infiltration and assassination to weaken the enemy's forces.

While pondering, Per took out the black potion from his waist, tilted his head back, and poured it into his mouth.

A moment later, the newly appointed "Chaos Mentor" clasped his hands together, looked towards Heliossa, and silently performed a ritual.

Praise be to our Lord!

"Thanks be to my Lord for this!"

He released his arm, turned on the communicator, and spoke to the honor guard captain.

"My captain, it's your turn."

By assisting the Captain of the Guard in creating chaos and seizing profits in 11-11-70, he can then complete the Black Emperor's orders and conquer five star systems.

(End of this chapter)