Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 899 Omega, My Lord saved you from the clutches of the alien demon, and this is how you repay me?

The control room on the flight deck of the Shadow Rose, the flagship of the 10th Chapter of the Order of Shadows, a relic-class warship.

Ramsey's honor guard member, Tezuka Sasebo, stood in the corner as the controller's announcement rang out.

"Ninth Company, Twenty-fifth Squad, landing plan confirmed. Proceed to the location of the positioning rune."

"Please hand over control; I will take over the flight."

"Welcome home!"

Tezuka Sasebo, shrouded in the Iron Cavalry-type Terminator armor, held up a turquoise hollow metal sphere on his left arm gauntlet.

He stared at the slightly trembling ruby-red blood, frowned, and stared at the blood-red "little snake" that suddenly sprang up.

One, two, three.

The blood streaks slapped against the metal in the same direction, and three emerald green runes leaped up.

Sasebo Tezuka noted the subtle differences in brightness of the increasingly bright emerald green light, and looking down through the viewing window, he locked onto three Alphas wearing black Mark IV power armor.

He secretly memorized the runes.

Six hours later, the cabin doors on the flight deck closed one by one.

Sasebo Tezuka silently put away the metal ball and walked towards the hatch.

A cold mist filled the air as the hatch slid open.

The pale-skinned operators turned to look at the departing figure of the Shadow of Order, feeling the temperature inside the cabin rise instantly.

They are the children of the void, who have lived on ships for generations.

They were born on the medical deck and grew up breathing the ship's filtered air.

With their eyes closed, they could follow the repetitive lines of human life, traversing narrow areas, and finally be buried inside a small metal box floating in the void.

With their expressionless faces, they could sense even the slightest changes in the ship's movements.

They looked at the temperature display; the number jumped from 19.42 degrees to 19.58 degrees, then to 19.61 degrees…

The monasteries were located on the upper deck, and Chief Pat insisted that all the monasteries of the "Shadow of Order" be located in the center, not in the corners.

The Shadow Rose is located directly below the bridge.

Sasebo Tezuka glanced at the Visarian standing at the door and immediately realized that this conversation was different.

He had visited the hermitage before, where, in the comfortable and tranquil atmosphere, he spoke of his adoration for his father and the lord, and his belief that death was an honor…

The existence of untouchables is not suitable for conversation; they are the guardians of secrecy.

The hatch slid open, and Tezuka Sasebo entered the cabin.

"My lord."

"Head Reverend."

Ramsey, whose sculpted face was identical to his father's, nodded slightly. "Euclidean symbols."

"Yes, sir." He drew his chainsaw from his waist, but instead of activating the runes, he rapidly tapped the ground, outlining lines.

As the bio-psychic Ramsay watched triangles, pentagons, and other shapes rapidly take shape under his spiritual guidance, he felt his connection to the etheric tides severed.

He nodded. “Very good. You have fully mastered the ‘Euclidean Symbols’ created by our Lord.”

"Most of the company commanders, including those from other battle groups, did not have this information either."

Besides the Eleventh Warband, they have superhuman knowledge of geometric mysteries, and many of their lieutenants have mastered the "Euclidean symbols".

"How much?" The psionic dragon perched on Pat's shoulder looked over with sharp eyes.

Sasebo Tezuka's inspiration reminded him that Pat's eyes, which gleamed with a pale golden light, were even more acute.

His gaze pierced through the armor, discerning the secrets hidden in the heart.

Sasebo Tezuka, suppressing his discomfort, said, "Nine."

"Omega!" Pat, clad in a black robe, roared like a startled dragon.

"This is how you repay the Lord for saving you from the clutches of the alien monster, Baal Savor."

“It’s not necessarily Omega, it could be Alphareth. My lord said there’s another serpent in the shadows.” Ramsey shook his head.

"They are murdering stars, and have also infiltrated three other legions."

“My lord said that two years ago, the 670th Expeditionary Fleet, the Gino Thousand Legion and the six Titans did not die at the hands of the rebels, but were killed by them.”

[Secret Religion!] Pat roared silently in his mind, the heresy that blasphemed the Black Emperor must be purified.

"I will find out their purpose immediately."

He looked at Tezuka Sasebo, "Who are they?"

Tezuka Sasebo raised his right arm and handed the data tablet to the chief priest.

Semenio...

Pat memorized each name. "I need some time. You all leave first."

After the two left and the hatch closed, Pat went to the contemplative machine.

He quickly typed in a series of runes, and lines of green text began to scroll.

Pat raised his hand and tapped, bringing up the information he needed.

Semenio, a new recruit in the 20th Squad of the 9th Company, was recruited from the chapter's exclusive recruitment world, Ariga in the Solar System.

Genetic modification and recruit training were completed in 994...

Flames ignited within Pat's obsidian eyes, growing ever stronger as lines of information scrolled by.

Using the "psychological suggestion" technique employed by "psychologists," he whispered to himself, "Calm down!"

Pat had calmed down from his anger when he raised his hand to press on the rune keyboard.

As the hatch slid open, he gave himself another "mental suggestion": "It's time."

“I should go to sleep.” Pat walked into the inner room and lay down on the large bed.

The psionic dragon flapped its wings and landed by the bedside. It watched as its master's abdomen gradually flattened and his breathing became more and more relaxed.

In the hazy atmosphere, Pat, the "Dream Walker," awakens.

Before him appeared a giant wielding a spear and clad in dark green armor.

Pat pressed the activation rune, and the scepter leaped up with flashing arcs of electricity.

Omega!

boom!
Amidst the pervasive smell of ozone, Omega was killed by a single blow with a staff.

Pat continued walking forward, and the scene in the dream suddenly changed. He arrived at an amphitheater and knelt on the marble floor.

He looked up at the golden light emanating from the high platform, where the false emperor, clad in golden armor, stood.

Pat abruptly rose to his feet, driven by the rage of kneeling before heretics, and strode up the steps, raising his scepter high.

"All gods are false, only my Lord is true!"

"There can never be two kings standing side by side in the world!"

"False Emperor, prepare to die!"

Pat swung his scepter and slammed it hard onto Shinichi's armor. The energy field roared and tore through the golden armor plates, and electric sparks blasted the heretic into a pool of blood mist.

He took a deep breath of the dissipating stench of blood, shattering the nightmare that the false emperor had branded in Nicaea's mind, and felt his mind becoming increasingly clear.

Pat proudly carried the scepter and strode across the collapsed amphitheater.

A hazy, gray mist spread out, appearing as if a bottomless abyss lay before us.

But the "Dream Walker" is keenly aware that he has reached the edge of his own dream.

Without hesitation, he raised his arm and aimed it at the fog.

The gray mist churned and surged, revealing layers of steps that stretched downwards.

Pat carried the scepter, step by step, down the path.

All around was silent, except for the endless gray fog.

The "Dream Walker" walked for an unknown amount of time in the hazy fog, when suddenly points of light appeared all around him.

A colossal, imposing figure suddenly appeared, boundless and towering, its top invisible and its boots unseen.

Golden wings flapped, stirring up the gray mist and creating terrifying waves.

“My Lord!” Pat knelt down in reverence.

He knew that he was deep within the collective unconscious ocean of the Shadow Rose, and that the towering figure was formed from the images gathered from the depths of the hearts of the Shadow Order members, not the Black Emperor himself, but he still worshipped him as devoutly as if he were kneeling at the Black Emperor's feet.

By understanding the knowledge that flooded into his mind when the Black Emperor bestowed power, and by combining it with his own practice, the "Dream Walker" has gained some understanding of the ocean of the collective unconscious.

Human consciousness is an island, the subconscious is the part of the island hidden beneath the sea, and the collective unconscious is the surrounding sea.

“First, praise the Black Emperor; second, He controls light and shadow…” Pat silently counted up to eleven, then slowly stood up and looked around.

An unsettling ticking sound rang out from within the gray light spot.

The giant spider monster, a constructive species, wielded its shovel-like limbs to pull clumps of white substance from the silk-spinning organ at the end of the giant weaver species' abdomen, constructing a white thorn tree.

The flying creature flapped its wings and attacked from above.

"Three months of fighting have left their mark on the subconscious of the shadow of order."

Pat sighed and then focused his eyes on the dark green light.

He stepped forward, and the dark green light spots gradually became clearer, outlining a slimy little snake.

It is the same size as the Black Emperor's finger, which is formed from the collective unconscious of the shadow of order.

Nine dark green shadows swirled around the small snake.

The "Dream Walker's" eyes swept across, and he exuded spirituality, "guiding the dream."

The blurry image gradually became clear.

His gaze sharpened, focusing on a dark green shadow.

Beta.

The deck officer shouted, "Hit confirmed, Kent, Solarwind..."

"Full-scale bombardment of the planet's surface..."

"Hit confirmed on the Bramair!"

Pat's eyes narrowed; he knew that the USS Bramair was the battle mothership of the 670th Expeditionary Fleet.

The dark green shadow flashed and disappeared, and another dark green shadow became clear.

Namatjira pleaded, "Primarch! Please!"

Alpharis raised his explosive gun.

boom!
Commander-in-Chief of the 670th Expeditionary Fleet, Teng Namatjira, was blown into a pool of blood mist.

As the dark green shadow dissipates, another dark green shadow casts a new image.

“Antoine, I need you to infiltrate the shadows of order and uncover their hidden secrets,” Alpharis said.

“Alpharis,” Pat said in a low voice, suppressing the golden light shining from his eyes.

He watched as Antoine traveled between several ships, finally arriving at Murder Star with the transport ship "Shadowmoon Wolf".

The shadow vanished with a bang.

After obtaining information by "guiding dreams," the "dream walker" was about to "modify dreams" and drive them to kneel and commit suicide when the spiritual spread suddenly stopped.

“I should not make decisions on my own; I should report to my Lord.”

(End of this chapter)