Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 835 The Third Battle Group is faster than me and Xiban.

The Shadow Stormbirds of the Third Chapter descended rapidly, and Lord Bukayo Arshavin examined the data panel.

Claw Island has natural cliffs, making it a natural fortress.

He saw that the island was covered with fortifications, most of which originated from the "Dark Ages of Technology," with a few expansions being Gothic architecture.

The swallowtail-shaped temporary decorations of the Baal statue fluttered in the wind, and the buildings left behind by the Ninth Legion engineers were fully utilized by the defenders.

The air-to-ground Hellfire missiles dropped by the Voss Lightning fighters crashed onto the Voidcraft assembly like waves, unleashing energy shocks that rippled across the tactical interface.

The armored compartments of the anti-aircraft gun turrets spewed out dense barrages of bullets, spraying them toward the exposed black iron bird.

Bucayo examined the terrain presented in the holographic imagery and selected a landing site near Elegy Island, which is the lowest point at sea level, adjacent to Hook Island.

Forty black Shadow Stormbirds swooped down simultaneously, their twin heavy bombs roaring into action.

Rows of bullets flew and swept across the castle, which was deep in the foundation, suppressing the ring-shaped guns.

Yellow runes suddenly rose up, and Bukayo followed the direction of the helmet display, looking through the porthole at the black Stormbird.

The stormbird wobbled and circled in the air like a drunkard.

[Daughter Hera's mental invasion; the pilot is fighting back and has no energy left to send messages.] "Requiem Master" Bukayo leaned back, his eyelids closing and drooping, covering his eyes.

His breathing gradually became long and steady, and he was instantly transported to a gray world, but he was still inside the Stormbird's cabin.

The "Soul Master" is already very familiar with this world—the world of "Nightmare".

The powerful spirit of the "Requiem Master" retrieved two scrolls made by Thomas, the curator of the think tank, from the waist of the black Hades-type Terminator armor.

He felt that his spirit had not yet reached its limit, so he picked up three more scrolls in succession.

The "Soul Master" flew to the window, and the gray mist expanded as he moved, but always covered the area around him.

The firelight from the barrage made the instruments and warning lights inside the cabin unusually dim and somewhat hazy.

Clusters of illusory oval-shaped orbs of light enveloped the Stormbirds and the houses behind the enclosed bay windows, the hazy light supporting this world.

Bucayo leaped out of the porthole in a "nightmare" manner, landing in the cabin amidst thick fog.

He sat in the cockpit and looked to the side.

A fierce wind howled, and cold tentacles climbed up the driver's legs and feet.

You cannot fight me!

The lobes of his brain, shrouded in the shadow of order, taut like muscles, resisted the unclean and inhuman tendrils of thought from touching his mind.

"Alien, I will fight you until I am exhausted!" the deep voice of the Shadow of Order said in my mind.

"Foolish!" The power grew stronger and stronger, becoming unstoppable.

A voice suddenly entered his mind.

"Banks, can you help me find him?"

“Yes…” Banks murmured, guided by the “Requiem Master”.

The "Requiem Master" spoke calmly and soothingly, "Banks, don't worry, leave it to me."

call!
"The Soul Requiem" Bukayo's eyes were deep, with gray mist drifting around them.

In a blur, he suddenly saw the cold rain pattering against Banks.

In the cold, torrential rain, slimy maggots scurried about.

"The Soul Reaper" Bukayo stepped into the thick fog, his obsidian eyes searching the surroundings.

Although Heraf's physical body is far removed from the realm of thought, his attempt to parasitize and infiltrate Banks' mind must have left traces.

He saw Banksmarck stride into the training field, pick up a bomb gun from the weapons rack, and aim it at the target.

Bukayo's gaze swept across the gray-black rocks surrounding the training ground, examining every detail.

Snapped!
[Heraf... Tendrils... Psionic...]
Bukayo looked around, the information about Hlav issued by the Black Emperor flashing through his mind.

His eyes shimmered as he softly recited:

"The night illuminates the earth,"
Everyone sank into a dream.

……

The only refuge is silence!

Everything around me instantly became calm and peaceful, and everything became quiet.

In the tranquil atmosphere, a tendril suddenly emerged from the maggots and began to sway.

"The Soul Reaper" Bukayo immediately detected the ripples that disrupted the peaceful environment; he immediately detected the imbalance.

He suddenly raised his right hand, flicked out a smooth fish-skin scroll, and shouted loudly in Dunn's language:

"paralysis!"

A light green, smooth jet shot out and struck the tendrils attached to the black armor.

Whoosh!
The tendrils suddenly detached, spread out, grew rapidly, and rushed straight towards Bukayo.

Roar!
The shockwaves and tremors of the mind reverberated throughout the gray fog world. "The Soul Reaper" Bukayo tossed out a gray-black scroll, which enveloped the tendrils above.

"Freeze!"

A series of crystal-clear streams of light descended from mid-air, landing on the tendrils and freezing them inside.

The tendrils wrapped around icicles plummeted to the ground with a thud.

boom!
The icicles shattered, and tendrils suddenly swept out.

A burst of colorful flame shot towards Bukayo.

Bukayo suddenly flung out another scroll, "Lightning strike!"

A bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck the tendrils directly.

With a bang, the tendrils burst open, spilling juice.

Crackling sounds...

A sizzling sound rang out, and strands of whiskers rolled to the ground.

Beams of light flashed, and bursts of mental energy surged forth, shooting towards Bukayo.

Bucayo swung his arm, and a scroll flew out, flames enveloping his beard.

The whiskers burned rapidly, turning into ashes, and in an instant, they were reduced to ashes.

As Heraf's parasite disappeared, the dim light instantly brightened, and Bukayo and Banks were pulled out of the tranquil atmosphere.

Banks felt as if he were in a dream, and he gradually regained his senses and returned to the real world.

He opened his eyes, a mixture of shock from the shock and a strange feeling of peaceful sleep.

Banks calmed down after a few seconds, turned to look to the side, and vaguely saw a figure.

"Thank you for your help, Lord."

“Banks, you did well. After Muspel, you can go to my lord’s side.” Bukayo’s voice was ethereal and hollow, as if it did not land on solid ground.

Banks, who was still somewhat bewildered, revealed immense joy, his obsidian eyes widening.

Bukayo leaped out, following the footsteps of "Nightmare," and returned to his Stormbird seat.

……

Elegy Island.

The roar of the Moon Brotherhood's motorcycle formation, the White Scars pressing their triggers, and the barrage of bullets suppressing the rain of light from the Hydra and the Consul's turrets.

Seven different guns mounted on the castle fired, rattling against the gray-black rocks and sending up plumes of white smoke.

Togon Khan wielded his curved-blade power sword and strode forward.

The gleaming sword spun, shattering the slave soldiers and sending their limbs flying.

The eyeless face turned, and he turned toward the white-armored warrior.

An invisible hand flew out from the protective wall, accompanied by a scream, and was thrown into the sea of ​​people, crashing onto the island's reef.

boom!
Togon Khan rolled over and got up, and saw a creature that looked like a snake made of smoke.

His joints cracked, his sharp fingers like knives, as he flung the projectile toward Khlav.

Togon Khan raised his hand, blocking the blow aimed at his groin and turning it away.

He spun around and slashed at the alien with his backhand.

Hlav suddenly raised his palm, and a dazzling psionic barrier rose out of thin air.

The gleaming blade struck the psionic barrier, producing a piercing explosion.

call!
Togon Khan was blasted away by telekinesis, and flew out with a whoosh.

With a psychic scream, Hraf leaped over, his sharp fingers grabbing down.

Stab it!

Sharp claws tore open the helmet visor, sparks flying everywhere.

The tip of his knuckle touched the scar, and a drop of blood fell.

Torgon felt a chill run down his spine. He gritted his teeth and swung his curved power sword violently.

The claw suddenly stopped, and did not continue to stab.

The blade tore through Hlav with a loud bang, and Togon kicked him hard.

He stood upright, gazing at the stormbirds circling overhead.

[Lord Nimrod, grant me the wondrous power of the Shadow of Order.]
Togon silently picked up the damaged helmet and fastened the goggles.

He examined the tactical interface, and his eyes suddenly twitched.

[The Third Battle Group has already captured Mirijin Island, Claw Island, and Tailbone Island, faster than me and Shayban.]
(End of this chapter)