Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 902 The Emperor handed us over to a tyrant who only wanted to watch us be forgotten and die.

002.M31.

"The Disordered Country", the fourth layer of space.

Nerat Gillin knelt in the black mist, respectfully bowing to the Black Emperor who sat high on the throne.

"My lord, Kolac summon all Terrans in the Legion, except for Balsa Kuturi, Alastor Rorschach, and about five hundred others."

"Including the Salvation Starborn who do not accept his ideas, there are a total of 11,952."

"Corax still did not see any of us. He even refused to tell us personally before his exile that it was Culfors who relayed his orders."

Nerat said, half self-deprecatingly and half resentfully.

Ninglu nodded, acknowledging that his initiative to request support for Corax during the "Battle of Gate 42" and to send the main force of the 10th Battle Group was worthwhile.

The Ash Claws warband numbered nearly 8,000 more than the 4,000 I remembered when they were exiled, transforming from a surprise force into one capable of influencing the balance of power in the battle.
While Ninglu was pondering, Nerat continued his report.

"We boarded thirty-six capital ships and sixty-two escort ships and were ordered to launch an expedition to the Ghoul Starfield in the northeast of the Milky Way, far from our Salvation Star."

The place of exile for "Ash Claws" was the same as he remembered, but the fleet was nearly three times larger than the thirteen capital ships and twenty escort ships.

Although they lacked unique warships like the Monster, battleships such as the Infernal-class battleship Vicious Claw remained powerful capital ships.

[Hmm... The Water Monster, speaking of which, the Divine Wonder, the comforting gift Old Huang gave me, is also about to arrive at Cariham Gate.]

I want to see what wonders it has.
Ninglu gathered his thoughts and said to Nerat in a deep voice.

"No need to worry. For now, you will carry out Corax's orders and head to the Ghoul Star Region to await my summons."

The Black Emperor's "majesty" dispelled the gloom that had enveloped him, and he felt that rather than being neglected and despised by his father, he should break free of his shackles and serve the Black Emperor.

He looked up at the majestic figure of the throne, "I obey Your will."

The black mist engulfed Nerat, then quickly dissipated, and Nerat had returned to his flagship, the Vicious Claw.

As he walked out of the captain's quarters, he gave orders to the sonic array master.

"Turn on the fleet broadcast; I have something to say to them."

Accompanied by a piercing buzzing sound, the sound array master reported.

“Lord Nerath, everyone can hear you now.”

"I am Nerat." Nerat's voice rang out on every warship.

"The emperor handed us over to a tyrant who only wanted to watch us be forgotten and die."

"Now, we are no longer bound by the shackles of slavery."

"We will no longer be loyal to Horus, who used us, nor will we submit to the defeated empire."

Nerat's voice suddenly rose, "We will serve the king of Vostoria."

"He led me to defeat the aliens in Shana, and he lent a helping hand at Stargate 42."

“We will gain everything that this empire will never give us,” said “The Shepherd” Nerath meaningfully.

The elite assassin, Leer, who had been relentlessly ramming his head against the adamantite pillar, suddenly stopped.

Blood dripped down like beads, staining a large section of the deck red.

He gazed at the black-armored warrior standing before him, like a marble statue.

“I am Ramsey.”

"I've heard that some Raven Guards have ultimately defeated the Ashblind. I hope you can do the same."

The sound echoed, and the deep black of his eyes faded slightly.

……

In the Cariham Gate space, the Shadow of Reign jumps into the real world.

Ninglu leaned against the black throne on the bridge and asked the female captain, Diana Pauline, with a smile.

"Where is the Emperor's gift?" Diana buried her head in the control panel, examining all the data that the simulated sanctuary had compiled and transmitted to her.

A strange light suddenly flashed in her blue-green eyes. "Sir, we can't see it."

"What I mean is, we received a communication from the Mysterious One right here."

She left the control panel and went to the holographic imaging strategy table.

She raised her hand and outlined a narrow star field, about 380 kilometers long and 160 kilometers wide.

"They told me they were in this area, but we couldn't get any signals from the ships in this area."

"So far, we have only captured discontinuous and even contradictory signals, which are not enough to pinpoint the exact location; we can only locate it vaguely."

[Psionic concealment?] Nimrod's thought flashed through his mind. Old Man Huang's words in Nicaea were that the Mystic had nothing to do with psionic powers; its mysticism came entirely from the real world.

While Ninglu was pondering, he stood up from the throne and "opened the porthole."

The motor hummed, and the blinds slowly rose.

The Gene Primarch strolled to the panoramic porthole, its obsidian eyes gazing at the starry sky.

One space station after another sped past; they were not part of the stargate itself, but rather structures attached to the main body.

These were mostly controlled by family members of the Carrighamman officers, who ran entertainment businesses such as bars to entertain the crew members traveling to and from the area.

In an instant, Ninglu's consciousness had spread to the area defined by the simulated sanctuary.

Amidst the shifting starlight, something seemed to be veiled.

That's interesting.

The Mysterious Ship seems to be able to manipulate starlight in the void to conceal itself.

The builders of this "dark age of technology" certainly possessed some unique skills.
As Ning Lu pondered, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly channeled his telekinetic powers into his consciousness.

The realm of consciousness shifted abruptly, and the space station was dismantled into steel, cables, and energy.

The flowing starlight quickly transformed into lines, some encircling and looping, others layering like a veil.

call!
As the Primarch uses telekinesis to dismantle the structure of matter, the blurred vision gradually becomes clear.

The ship's hull, hidden within the starlight curtain, slowly emerged.

However, it is not a metallic structure.

Curved lines converge to form one sphere after another.

Each sphere has a different diameter, with the smallest in the middle, measuring only one kilometer.

The stern is the largest part, with a diameter of five kilometers.

It is connected to the fourth sphere that has sunk, by dozens of light bands.

One sinks, the other rises, like a swinging tail hammer.

Between the five stars were shimmering bands of light that connected the entire ship, and the crew could be faintly seen walking among them.

[Building ships by connecting celestial bodies is a truly peculiar idea.]

Moreover, it seems to be able to change shape; its reputation for being divine is truly well-deserved.
Ning Lu observed with great interest for a while before giving his orders.

“Tell San Diego that the Divine Ship will belong to him.”

"He will make good use of the power of the stars to create his divine abilities."

Arsène Dunne, who was standing beside him, spoke up, "Follow Your will."

After receiving the order, the Primarch's attendant continued.

“My lord, the Viscounts of the Third War Legion have arrived at Cariham Gate in accordance with Your command.”

"I see."

(End of this chapter)