Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 811 Ninglu's vision of having a "judge" in each company has already been realized.
The first continent is located in the Antarctic region of Heliossa and is a permafrost ice sheet.

Stormbirds and Thunderhawks from the 1st Company of the 1st Regiment, under the cover of the 6th Regiment, launched a landing operation on Raven's Nest No. 91.

Company Commander Dixon, peering through the narrow observation window, watched the escort fighter formation of the Sixth Regiment engage in fierce air combat with Ivan's fighters and Shrike Knights.

A black fighter jet roared through the encirclement of three pristine white enemy aircraft.

It calmly rose and shook off the enemy aircraft.

Whizzing……

Two swift, lightning-fast, pure white figures suddenly burst into view.

drop by drop...

A series of alerts appeared on the tactical network:

The shrike.

It is a quarter larger than its counterparts on the second and third continents on average, and a fifth larger than the largest identified individual.

Its beak is about one-third longer than any recorded individual, and it moves one-tenth faster.

...]

Dixon opened the company's sound array channel to warn, "We are about to face the Snowfield Shrike that our lord spoke of."

"They are the largest, fastest, and most powerful group of shrikes, born in the icy wilderness of Antarctica."

As he gave the warning, two snow shrikes outside the window caught up with the soaring Hurricane Lightning fighter jet, one on the left and one on the right.

The shrike on the left leaned against the black fighter jet, its razor-like wings slashing towards the fuselage.

The Hurricane Lightning fighter jet relies on its excellent braking performance to glide through narrow areas and avoid the sharp white blades.

boom!
A sharp, long beak pierced out from the right wing of the fighter jet, tearing through the metal fuselage with a whoosh.

Brutal aerial battles continued to unfold all around.

Black and white metal debris mingled, and charred feathers drifted by.

The Stormbirds were repeatedly subjected to piercing alarms, but they were not hit.

The escort fleet of the Sixth Battle Group upheld their duty, intercepting streaks of white lightning.

Dixon clenched his fist as he watched another black fighter jet plummet, trailing black smoke, crashing onto the snow-capped mountain.

My feet trembled slightly, and the warning light on the hatch changed from red to green.

Dixon couldn't wait to leap from his seat and jump out of the cabin first.

Amidst the billowing smoke and the trembling earth, a sharp, piercing sound rang out.

The five-headed giant bird, crystal clear and resembling a snow sculpture, emitted a sonic boom as its wings spun.

They swooped down and swept in, leaving afterimages in the eyes of the shadowy order.

The sniper set up his weapon and fired a barrage of bullets at the towering, black-armored giant.

The incoming bullets entered the thermal field covering the prototype Saturn-shaped Terminator armor, and black spots appeared on the surface of the metal bullet before it disintegrated in a short explosion.

"Punishment Knight" Dixon raised his left arm and shouted in a deep voice, "Flying is prohibited here!"

Snowy Shrike suddenly felt his body sink, his body tilted, and he plummeted from mid-air to the ground.

bang bang bang...

The seasoned "judge" raised his hand repeatedly, declaring, "Imprisonment!"
A highly viscous, transparent mucus flowed, enveloping the five snow shrikes.

The "Punishment Knight" strode towards the bridge, shouting, "Target of Punishment: Aiven!"

The surface of the black armor shimmered with the light of dawn, and the power gauntlet on the right arm sparkled with a clear color.

The "Punishment Knight" lunged forward, swinging his right arm, and his power gauntlets suddenly emitted a blue light.

The blue disintegration field, enveloped in the golden dawn, exploded with dazzling arcs of light. With each punch, the "Punishment Knight" blasted the light black armor of more than a dozen Aiven people, along with the tough bodies encased within, into fragments.

The "judges" closely followed the company commander's every move, their imposing presence radiating an aura. Their powerful punches roared and shattered the elegant, slender weapons of the Aiven people.

Dixon took the lead and charged forward.

He looked up at the sky, where black and white figures swirled and fought, and debris and fragments fell.

Dixon withdrew his gaze, focusing it on the central point where the bridge connected the mountains, and the information about the bridge flashed across the tactical interface.

[Distance 261.4 meters, height 138.5 meters.]

The "Punishment Knight" locked onto the Evan officer wearing a magnificent crest and commanding him, leaned forward, and waved his arm, shouting, "Death!"

His body merged with some strange power, and the majestic Saturn-shaped Terminator prototype leaped into the air, leaving afterimages behind.

Aiven turned his head sharply, a look of fear appearing on his angular face.

He suddenly rolled over, trying to dodge.

However, the dazzling light was fixed on his head, and with no way to avoid or resist it, it slammed into his skull.

boom!
His skull exploded.

The seasoned "judge" raised his left arm and aimed it at the surrounding Ivan warriors, "whipping them!"
clap clap clap...

The invisible, soft whip lashed out, causing the lightweight black armor fibers to burst open, and the elegant flesh to split open, revealing the tough bones.

Whoosh...

Hundreds of snow shrikes twisted their bodies and rushed toward the bridge.

The "Punishment Knight" was prepared. He raised his arm, and the remaining spiritual energy surged forth: "Flying is prohibited here!"

bang bang bang...

The snow shrike crashed down repeatedly, its sharp beak piercing into the thick ice.

The riders were thrown around, seeing stars. As they swayed, just as they regained their sight, the black-armored warrior appeared before them, his massive, gleaming fist slamming down.

Their bodies fell to the ground, and their last sight was of an amber-like object encasing a snow shrike that had been intimately connected with them for decades.

……

Upon setting foot on Continent One, Ninglu immediately saw over a hundred shrikes piled up in the valley.

The "Chaos Mentor" activated his spiritual vision, gazing at the pure white body within the amber.

[Its spiritual radiance is more dazzling than that of a common shrike, making it a better ingredient for potions.]

Among the unlocked potion recipes of Sequence 5 and below, there is no Shrike; it must be a potion ingredient of Sequence 4 or higher.
Nimrod had anticipated this; the shrike was faster than a regular Astartes, and its long beak could easily pierce through power armor, so it must be a magical ingredient.

He gazed at the hundreds of snow-covered shrikes before him, and then thought of the two hundred and five complete shrikes he had obtained during the clearing of eighty-one crow nests.

[When it comes to capturing potion ingredients, the "Judge" is still the most capable!]
The shrike is fast, similar to the Blitzkrieg, and difficult to aim at with firearms.

The stun guns from the Nukelia yielded very little, less than twenty.

[It would have been impossible to capture so many shrikes before.]

My previous plan, to have a "judge" in each company, has been implemented, significantly increasing the success rate of capturing the creatures needed to create potion materials.
Ninglu's eyes shone as he gazed towards Antarctica, knowing there was much more to come.

He ordered Ramsay, who looked exactly like him, to follow him.

"The only things blocking Phoenix Cliff are the 92nd and 93rd Crow Nests."

"The mission of the Tenth Battle Group is to break through Raven's Nest No. 92."

"Follow Your will." Ramsey bowed and accepted the order, his eyes shining as he looked up at Tezuka Sasebo, the father of genetics, and other members of the honor guard, and set off into the depths of the mountain range.

(End of this chapter)