Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 830 (Happy New Year to all you Shadow Orders) Shadow Orders, you shouldn't have come to my world.

The bridge of the Void Hunter, the flagship of the Seventh Chapter and a relic-class warship.

Chapter Master Sanchez, wearing a Ruth Wolf helmet and with the Kraken sword at his waist, stared at his target on the entire star map—Indra Sur.

He was no stranger to this world. During the Second Danish War, he engaged in a contest of hunting and intrigue with Amrodi Skasen Skasenson, the fifth leader of the "Space Wolves".

At that time, he had just become a "conspirator".

He won the duel in the battle to purify the Randan alien and against Sloth, and obtained the cloak he now wears, woven from the Great Death Wolf that Sloth personally hunted.

Indra Sur was a key figure in that contest.

The "conspirators" ultimately thwarted Oshel Wardmaker's treacherous plot against the Legion.

Although he is already a true "schemer," his target this time is even more terrifying and far more powerful than him.

He was confident he could defeat the ordinary Lady Hera, whose fighting strength rivaled that of the Imperial Guard.

However, among the Primarchs, only two powerful individuals—Lord Sangilius and Lord Angloon—had ever defeated them.

The Black Emperor's oracle was to conspire to capture or even mock such a powerful being.

The "scheming manipulator" Sanchez felt immense pressure; he couldn't let the Black Emperor down.

He touched his waist, where the Black Emperor had bestowed upon him the Black Blade, and found confidence in this weapon that filled him with dread.

Sanchez looked toward the think tank Okafor, with whom he had joined forces more than a century ago to thwart Wardmaker's plot.

“Okafor, please inspect this ship.”

The eight warbands deployed by "Shadow of Order" have all reduced their crews since receiving the Black Emperor's order.

The "Shadow of Order" and the "Iron Hand" possess simulated sanctuaries, requiring fewer crew members—only 60-70% of those of other Astartes legions.

Different types of ships are in different proportions.

The lords were conscripted by the shadow of order who had unfortunately aged due to encountering Hrud and were forced to retire from active service to serve as instructors and train candidates.

They also gathered those who had undergone partial transformation surgery but ultimately failed to become servants of the Shadow of Order.

Ultimately, the remaining positions were filled by new recruits and some machine servants.

For the sake of their plans, the "conspirators" kept a crew of 2,500 on board. This size was quite tempting to Khlav, but could be suppressed at a relatively low cost.

Sanchez knew he couldn't defeat the enemy forces led by the Originators in Indra Sur, where the aliens were entrenched; he had to disperse Hraf.

The "conspirator's" plan began three years ago; he equipped his crew with low-damage live ammunition and disarmed the chapter's voidships of the ape force field.

“Leave it to me.” Okafor pulled up his psionic hood to cover his head, gripped his force field staff, and walked outside.

At the same time, on the middle deck.

A whisper from beyond the real world entered the mind of Edwards, the deck enforcer captain.

“Yes…” Edwards murmured, as if half asleep.

He saw a distant star shining, and he was bathed in its approving, cold light, as if it were pulsating only for him.

"I understand."

Edwards left his deck, something he never did.

The interior of this ancient warship that carried Astartes is like a labyrinth.

Edwards did not have structural diagrams for areas other than the deck he was responsible for.

But he moved swiftly in the darkness without pausing, as if every fork in the road and every pipe was already imprinted in his mind.

Edwards walked along the side paths, climbing pipes all the way, until he arrived at a ventilation shaft.

He saw twelve other people.

Edwards suddenly felt an overwhelming drowsiness. He followed the flickering life force deep within his mind, closed his eyes, and walked forward.

He muttered to himself, "Shadows of Order, they shouldn't be here."

“That’s right, we have to kill them.”

A distant power entered the minds of the thirteen people, and they all opened their eyes.

They met for the first time, yet felt connected to each other by something.

They said in unison, "The plan...we understand..."

"Power core...energy conduit..."

The thirteen people turned around, the pressure in their brainstem intensifying, a sign that they had sunk into the abyss of memory.

Indra Sur, the planetary governor Yersin, has a voice that resonates across the globe.

"The shadow of order has illegally deprived your legitimate governor."

He did not use any sound array channels, yet hundreds of millions of people on the planet heard his voice.

Tens of millions of people were restless and agitated, and voices of condemnation rose and fell.

"The Shadow of Order is the Emperor's angel, and Lord Nimrod is a noble son of the Emperor." "The Shadow of Order saved us and freed us from the clutches of the aliens."

"We must obey the orders of the Shadow of Order..."

"You are the Emperor's subjects, and I am the Emperor's authorized ruler!" Yersin screamed, unleashing a violent energy surge.

Above Indra Sur's world, thousands of people emitted bursts of psionic shockwaves.

The Herafs, as the psychic focal points of the Source's spirit, support the spread of the mental network in all directions.

Whoosh!
Invisible psychic tendrils coiled around the entire planet in the supernatural realm.

The opposition gradually subsided, and the entire planet fell silent.

The Indra Sur people stopped in their tracks, standing like zombies.

The rebels felt a sharp pain in the back of their necks, as if a pair of eyes were staring at them.

Only Yersen's voice echoed in everyone's mind.

"The shadow of order has no right to overturn my rule!"

"You are my people, you must fight for me!"

"Kill them!"

The psionic roar echoed for a long time, and the frozen Indra Sur people suddenly moved, as if they were awakening from a collective dream.

"Fight for Yold and Indra Sur!"

"Kill the shadow of order!"

Men and women, the elderly, women and children, all lined up to walk toward the nearest armory.

Even if they never knew where they were before.

They took the weapons, skillfully loaded the bullets, and cocked them.

Even someone who has never received military training knows how to shoot.

They marched toward the strongholds and bunkers, setting up their weapons.

From the governor's mansion, Yersin gazed into the void.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and the entire mansion was covered with a layer of cold frost.

"Shadows of Order, you should not have come to my world."

His voice seemed to come from a distant space, floating in the void.

Yerson's neck was covered with mottled ridges, and hardened black veins were emerging on his loose flesh.

He felt weak; the mental manipulation he had just performed had taken a heavy toll.

"Damn it..."

"There is less and less food in this world..."

"Shadows of Order! Sons of Nimrod! Before I leave this world, I will bury you here!"

　Wishing all of you under the Shadow of Order a Happy New Year, may you be at the forefront and gallop forward at top speed!

　　In recognition of your outstanding performance over the past year, Primarch Squire Artena Dunn, on behalf of the Black Emperor, hereby informs you that you will be entitled to the following Legion benefits:

　　You can choose any Sequence 9 potion in your first year of junior high school to become an extraordinary being and reach the limits of mortals in a certain field. You will digest the potion in your second year of junior high school.

　　You drank the Sequence 8 potion on your third day of the Lunar New Year and continued to improve. On your fourth day, you completed digestion.

　　You drank a Sequence 7 potion on the fifth day, which further enhanced your abilities. You digested it smoothly on the sixth day.

　　On the seventh day, you drank a Sequence 6 potion and advanced to the intermediate sequence. On the eighth day, you digested the potion.

　　You completed the ceremony on the ninth day and were promoted to Rank 5. You completed digestion on the tenth day.

　　Congratulations on your advancement to the High Sequence on the eleventh, becoming a demigod, also known as a saint. Your life and spirit have undergone a qualitative change, gaining divinity and awakening a mythical creature form. You successfully obtained the potion on the twelfth.

　　Thirteen, you advance to Sequence 3, and you can respond to prayers. Fourteen, you digest potions.

　　On the fifteenth, you ascended to the angelic realm, becoming a complete mythical being. On the sixteenth, you completed your digestion.

　　17. You become an archangel, capable of granting strength to believers. 18. You digest smoothly.

　　Congratulations on completing the initiation ceremony, embracing uniqueness, becoming a true God, and wielding authority.

　　Congratulations on your mastery and fusion with the Source, becoming half of the Old One.

　　Congratulations on merging the uniqueness of adjacent paths and becoming the old day.

　　Congratulations on your promotion from non-pillar to pillar.

　　Finally, I wish you a Happy New Year, and once again remind you to make your choice as soon as possible! Choose your path!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)