Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 821 The Bone Drinker, Don't My Bones Smell Good Enough?

The bridge of the USS Case, in the Solar System, Andrews System.

Captain Brian's body was covered in spore-like creatures. A piece of his neck was missing, and a deep, bloody hole had been gnawed out of the flesh, revealing that the bone inside was filled with spores.

No one on the bridge was surprised by the sight; they were all covered in spores.

The same applies to the entire ship.

Akharis and his ilk parasitized them, giving them new life.

Brian's throat trembled under the parasite's control, not from the movement of his bones, but from the trembling of countless spores.

"Starport, Case is sailing smoothly, requesting docking." His voice floated lightly amidst the tufts of countless spores.

"Bryan, what were you doing last night?"

Amidst the mocking laughter, Brian's body trembled, his boneless form slamming onto the control panel, writhing like a large fish.

The loud impact sound traveled through the sound array channel.

“Bryan, what are you doing? Wake up…” The Starport navigator’s voice was irritated.

A few seconds later, Brian's throat trembled.

"Cough cough... I've caught a cold..."

His chest slid out from his writhing body, and inside the split chest cavity, his sternum and ribs were covered with dense spores.

"Okay, it's arranged for you." The Starport navigator didn't ask any more questions and hung up the communication.

Four hours later, the guide lights illuminated the starport docking area on Andrews Prime.

As the Case slowly descended, the landing deck was lowered, and amidst the cold mist, one trembling person after another stepped off the deck.

They swayed as they walked over to the port workers and embraced them with open arms.

The port workers impatiently pushed them away, cursing loudly.

"Damn it, I'm not a woman from the red-light district."

"Get lost! I'm not interested in men!"

"Pah! What the hell is this?!"

……

During the scuffle, lint got all over the workers.

They put down their work and started cursing and hitting the objects.

The spores drifted out, covering their eyepieces and filling their respirators.

As they were patting their robes, the body that had been pushed down slumped over and leaned against them, embracing them.

A crew member parasitized by Ak Harris opened his spore-filled mouth and bit a stevedore.

"You're fucking insane!"

The stevedore roared angrily and kicked a crew member.

boom!
The crew member's body crashed to the ground, his chest exposed through his fluttering clothes.

The stevedore stared wide-eyed at a mass of sticky, fleshy flesh stuffed with fluff.

"what……"

He screamed in terror and turned to run.

A lint quietly drifted down onto the stevedore's protective goggles and clung to the corner of his eye.

Immediately, his eyes began to twitch near the bridge of his nose, as if insects were crawling on them.

The stevedore's mind was suddenly filled with the horrific scene he had just witnessed. He frantically raised his hand, even forgetting to take off his protective gloves.

boom!
In the chaos, he bumped into a forklift next to him and stumbled and fell.

"Damn it..."

He cursed and tried to get up, but his nose and eye sockets were in excruciating pain, as if thousands of maggots were biting him.

"what……"

The stevedore's eyes were bloodshot and mangled; the bone drinkers had devoured half of his face.

He frantically reached out to grab it, and Ak Harris immediately wrapped his gloves around his neck.

The spores gently pass through the fibrous pores and attach to the skin and flesh.

sudden!
Hundreds of Ak Harris rushed toward the thick fingers.

"Ah..." The needle-like pain made the stencher scream, and several strands of fluff crawled into his mouth.

The bone drinkers slid down their esophagus and surged into their throats.

The stevedore collapsed, his body covered in spores.

The port workers kept pushing away the strange crew members, but whenever their work clothes were touched, they felt something scratching them amidst a dense hissing sound.

They thrashed about in disgust and terror, but tens of thousands of Ak Harris always managed to find a gap and slip into their clothes.

Amidst the fluttering of fluffy fibers, the sound of tearing fibers echoed repeatedly as the work clothes newly issued to the port workers less than three months ago began to crack.

Like venomous snakes vying for food, the fluffy fibers surged wildly toward the crack.

The work clothes billowed up, filled with fluff, like inflatable cotton-padded coats.

"what……"

The stevedores screamed in agony, their bodies trembling and heaving.

The Akharis surged forth like drills.

They tore open the skin, dug out the flesh and blood, and threw it out.

The stevedore reached out weakly to grab it, his hands coming out slick with his own flesh and blood.

More unsatisfied bone drinkers flooded into the bodies of the dockworkers, frantically satisfying their own cravings to devour them.

Within seconds, the robust stevedore was hollowed out, and his 206 bones were swallowed by the Bone Drinker.

When he staggered to his feet again, his body was covered in blood-stained spores.

Around them, one after another, bodies staggered to their feet, their eyes filled with fluff, gazing at the control panel and the city shimmering with light.

suddenly!
Countless spores surged forward in a mighty torrent.

The following day, a black, bird-shaped vehicle spewing air slowly landed in the Starport's docking area.

The hundreds of port workers parasitized by Ak Harris and his ilk staggered in from all directions and surrounded them.

The fluffy downy feathers drift in the air, preparing to devour the prey.

The landing gear slipped, and the landing deck fell.

However, no one got off.

The cockpit lights went out, and it was empty; there was no one there.

suddenly!
Dense spores floated above the heads of the port workers, and Ak Harris and his colleagues were filled with puzzled thoughts.

The shadow cast by the light suddenly rose up and enveloped a parasite.

The shadows enveloped thousands of Akharis, along with the bodies they parasitized, casting them into the thick gloom.

call!
The Akharis trembled as they sensed a terrifying maw in the shadows, ready to devour their kind.

Dozens of boneless bodies writhed and staggered as they fled.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from the shadows. The lord of the Tenth Warband was wearing a brand-new suit of armor, based on the Hades-type Terminator and combined with the Hunter's Suit's adaptive system.

Ramsay's original armor was bestowed upon one of the Chapter's "Rose Bishops," granting him enhanced abilities and experience, making him the second person in the Chapter to be able to enter the body of a flesh-and-blood creature while wearing the armor.

The shepherd extended his smooth right hand, and a large, deep shadow, not belonging to any living being, rose from the ground.

The shadows are not illusions; they are like a dense, impenetrable net, binding and squeezing the bodies of several spores inside.

The Akharis scattered in panic, their lingering fluff breaking into spores that drifted in the wind.

The biochemical psychic raised his left arm, and a dense current of bio-electricity surged forth.

suddenly!
Akharis and the others were struck by bioelectric currents and merged into a dense ocean of spores.

The shadows, like an anvil, relentlessly hammered and pounded, compressing the spores layer by layer and slapping them onto the body.

Ramsey waved his right hand, and a thick shadow sprang up from the ground, carrying a dense sea of ​​spores, and was thrown towards the "Shepherd".

The Bone Drinkers shifted uneasily, feeling as if they were being stuffed into the body of some terrifying monster.

Ramsey inserted the parasites into his body one by one. He looked around and saw the bodies staggering and fleeing, scattering clumps of spores that then wrapped back around the bodies like pulled ribbons.

He stared at the fleeing alien bone drinker as if it were some terrifying monster.

"Bone drinker, don't my bones smell good?" Ramsay smiled, his face as perfect as Nimrod's.

He shrugged and strode toward the Shadow Stormbird.

There wasn't a single spore inside the chamber.

(End of this chapter)