Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 127 Ryan: The fight between the princes has always been like this
The outer shell of the Dyson sphere located at the edge of the Milky Way is welded from black metal plates as big as cities.

The scale is exaggerated.

Just floating in the void like that.

The terrifying size squeezes the space and creates a gravitational field that is unique to it.

Inside the intricate metal structure, a star in its prime is imprisoned.

Its light emanates from its core through shocking cracks.

Near the Dyson sphere, a large amount of metal debris floats in the void, forming a ring.

The first conflict between the forces of the Imperium of Man and the Outer Ones breaks out in the Void.

Neither side gained any advantage.

The warship etched with the imperial golden double-headed eagle docked at a safe distance to rest and prepare for a new round of attack.

In the sacred chapel of Sanguinius's flagship, the Red Tear.

The Primarchs are gathering here to discuss the next military action.

Fully armed and beautifully armored guards stood behind them.

A total of eight Primarchs responded to Terra's orders and came to join Sanguinius to deal with the Outsiders.

Horus, leader of the XVI Legion and Lord of the Luna Wolves, stands beneath a statue of the Emperor and the Raven.

Horus wears a golden suit of armor with an eye on the chest.

Wearing a laurel wreath, occupying the main seat.

It seemed that the leader of this meeting was not the owner of the Red Tear, but him.

The Lord of Caliban, Lion, stood opposite him.

Behind him is a guard of elite veterans.

They were clad in full body armor, their faces buried deep under heavy helmets.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat delicate.

They have been secretly competing for the position of eldest son.

The other Primarchs knew this, but did not want to interfere.

Footsteps were heard, and an archangel with white wings on his back walked into the auditorium from the archway.

He bowed slightly to his fellow Primarchs.

"The bridge received some new information, and I checked it out, so I arrived a little late."

“It’s alright,” Angron said, his voice gentle, completely different from his frenzy on the battlefield.

The other Primarchs nodded.

"Thank you for your tolerance. Please allow me to introduce you to the current battle situation."

Sanguinius looked at the Mechanical Magus standing at the edge of the auditorium, "Turn on the projection device, read the latest data, and display it in front of my Primarch brothers."

Along with the gentle hum of machinery, the sleeping machine soul was awakened.

Beams of light like static electricity danced in the air, outlining the entire Dyson sphere and a detailed outline of the battle that had just taken place.

"Just now, we launched the first wave of attacks," Sanguinius said. "We destroyed a total of six of their strategic motherships, as well as a large number of starships and fighter planes. This void battle has completely defeated the enemy's void forces."

"But it is still a difficult battle to break into the Dyson sphere. Inside this artificial sphere, there are endless mechanical signals, which are most likely those ancient mechanical dead spirits."

The holographic image of the Dyson sphere slowly unfolded between the Primarchs, revealing a cold metal structure.

Magnificent buildings such as huge metal cannons and energy launch arrays that are as big as mountains are also clearly shown in the image.

Green beams of light shot out from the end of the spire-like building into the sky, slowly spreading in the sky and eventually forming a thick energy barrier.

This barrier not only blocks orbital bombardment, but also blocks space, preventing space raids or teleportation.

If you want to teleport through space, you must first destroy the opponent's energy shield launch tower.

The Primarchs looked solemn. Even if they had destroyed the enemy's void forces, it would still require an extremely brutal battle to land and defeat the outsiders.

"The Luna Wolves will be the spearhead." Horus stepped forward. "We will penetrate the enemy's defenses and create conditions for teleportation."

"It's not your turn yet." Ryan stepped forward, "The First Legion will complete this task."

"Lion!" Horus glared at the Lord of Caliban, "A war is imminent, are you still trying to play political games?"

"No, this is just fulfilling the duties of the eldest son. The First Legion will take on more responsibilities, Sixteenth Brother."

Ryan stroked the end of the hilt of the sword at his waist and showed a sincere smile.

"Eldest son? Sixteenth brother?" Horus clenched his fists. "You are just lucky. You just have the advantage of a serial number."

"Luck is also a kind of strength." Ryan said slowly: "I have said this many times, please remember it firmly in your heart. I don't want to repeat it to you next time we meet."

"Shameless." Horus retorted word by word.

Ryan's mouth curled up. "Throughout the ages, the disputes among princes have always been like this. How can it be called shameless?"

"Ryan, today I am here for nothing else but to suppress your arrogance. In terms of achievements, I am no worse than you, in single combat, I am no worse than you, and in marching and fighting, I am better than you."

Horus shouted, "You want to be the eldest son? Don't even think about it."

Ryan said: "In this case, why don't we each bring a commando team and land together to see who can return first and who will return in disgrace."

"All right," Horus said, "I will win."

Lion and Horus looked at each other, neither of them giving in.

The guards behind them placed their hands on the handles of their weapons, ready to strike at any time.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense and a conflict was about to break out.

The other Primarchs stood by and watched, with different expressions.

At this time, Sanguinius came out.

"It's better to stop arguing and take down the one on the outside first. You two can continue arguing about who is the eldest son."

Lion and Horus remained unmoved and continued to stare at each other unfriendlyly.

"Why not grant their wish?" Angron suggested. "Let Lion and Horus lead the charge and see who can win the honor."

"I think I can."

"I have no opinion."

Guilliman and Dorn nodded immediately.

The other Primarchs followed suit and agreed to the proposal.

"Then the mission of the assault is left to you." Sanguinius looked at the two brothers, "Don't forget that you all have your father's blood flowing in your veins. The bond between brothers cannot be severed by anything."

"We must unite as one to deal with the terrorist crisis in the future. Everything we are experiencing now is just a test before the real war comes."

Sanguinius solemnly warned the two men, and the military operation ended here.

The Primarchs returned to their respective flagships to prepare for battle.

The Vengeful Spirit is the flagship of the XVI Legion, the Luna Wolves.

As the war order was issued.

Countless formations are making intensive preparations for war.

Technicians and crew members rushed back and forth.

Industrial servitors and mechanical arms carried the heavy ammunition.

Preparations for a large-scale raid are proceeding in an orderly manner.

at this time.

Four members of the Shadowmoon Council are taking the oath.

The Shadowmoon Council is also known as the Council of Four Kings.

This was an informal organization responsible for providing advice to the Primarch Horus.

The four members of the Shadowmoon Council include the captain of the First Company - Ezekyle Abaddon.

The captain of the 2nd Company - Tarek Torgaddon.

The captain of the 4th Company - Hastell Sejanus.

The captain of the fifth company - Horus, Aximander, this guy is also called Little Horus.

Before the raid officially begins.

The four of them gathered in a seldom visited tower and used it as the venue for their oath.

A huge crystal dome is installed on the top of the tower.

Looking up, you can clearly see the raging ion cloud outside and the cold wreckage floating in the void.

The light from the burning wreckage occasionally reflected on the polished terrazzo floor.

The plain walls were devoid of any decoration, save for poor poetry inscribed in Kosonia and images of the aliens the Legion had once exterminated, painted with discredited memories.

In the center of the room is a clear shallow pool. The twinkling starlight is gathered by the dome and reflected on the water surface, forming a bright moon in the water.

"Let's do it here. Due to limited conditions, it has to be simple." Abaddon said.

"You call this the moon?" Archimandre stared at the moon in the water.

"We have no choice." Sejanus said, "Let's start quickly. This battle concerns the honor of the legion. It's time to severely humiliate those rigid knights of the First Legion."

"We must let them know how foolish it is to provoke the Luna Wolves."

The four placed their respective silver medals next to the pool.

The silver medals are engraved with a crescent moon, a half moon, a gibbous moon and a full moon, respectively, implying that the four people represent different aspects of themselves.

"Our names," Cyjanus asked.

"Moon Wolf." The others answered.

"Above it." Cyjanus asked next.

"Shadowmoon Council." The remaining three shouted in unison.

Abaddon shouted, "We shall all be united in this moonlight, and bear witness to my oath, till death."

"Kill for the living."

The four men drew their swords, placed the tips of their swords against the throat guards of the warriors to their left, and shouted in unison, "Kill for the dead."

When they finished reading the oath, they put down their weapons, put the oath of condemnation that they had already written inside their helmets, and then each drew one.

This is an old tradition from Cosonia.

Soldiers would write an oath of blame before a major battle, and if they failed to live up to their allegiance, they would be punished for it.

The specific measures of punishment are based on what is written on the note you draw.

Not long after the oath-taking ceremony ended, the Luna Wolves launched a surprise attack on the Dyson Sphere where the Outsiders were located.

Tens of thousands of drop pods and gunboats swooped down to the ground, ready to tear this massive planet to pieces from the inside out.

On the other side, the Dark Angels also launched a raid under the leadership of Ryan.

Luther, Astelan, Zahariel and others joined the airborne troops to carry out raids on the surface.

The airborne capsule's braking rockets activated, flames gushed out, and the powerful thrust slowed down the capsule's landing speed.

Along with the strong vibration when landing, the door of the airdrop capsule was blown open and flew out, hitting the metal surface of the Dyson sphere heavily.

Luther and other Dark Angels rushed out of the cabin and joined the assault.

Above them, they could see the tracks of drop pods and gunboats, as well as dense green beams of light.

boom!
Some airdrop capsules and gunboats were hit, and in the communication network, the avatars of dozens of soldiers instantly turned gray and were forced to withdraw from the combat sequence.

Even though he had been implanted with a genetic engine and possessed superhuman physique and combat power, he still found it difficult to protect himself in the face of overwhelming firepower.

Luther looked up and saw the Necron city in the distance.

It is magnificent and boundless, with no end in sight.

The closer they got, the more they could feel the grandeur of the undead city.

Endless walls of darkness swallowed up the sky.

The scale of the horror makes one feel even more insignificant.

The alarm sounded, and an endless tide of undead rushed towards the landing troops.

They are more mechanical than ordinary Necrons, and appear to have completely lost their identity, being completely enslaved and controlled by the Star Gods.

"For the lion." Luther shouted, raising his sword.

The other warriors followed closely behind, shouting together.

The tide of undead souls hit the dam formed by the dark angels like a huge wave.

The fierce battle between the two sides was extremely brutal.

Ryan was like a god descending from the earth. He jumped down from the low-Earth orbit without any auxiliary equipment.

The terrifying shock wave blew away all the Necrons near where he landed.

He drew out the long sword in his hand and swung it casually, and a terrifying force burst out, tearing apart the space and the metal ground.

In an instant, hundreds of mechanical structures were destroyed and turned into debris scattered all over the ground.

He strolled leisurely, appearing at ease amidst the raging tide of undead.

Wherever they passed, all that was left behind were the remains of the undead.

The Undead Lord sitting on the suspended throne was easily slain by his sword.

The time warlock who possessed the power of time was thrown into the past by him, with no chance of returning.

Those elite undead warriors were like weak ants in front of him and were crushed into pieces at will.

boom!
An energy shield suspension tower was destroyed by the fierce attack of the Dark Angels.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, dozens of miles around were cleared, and the magnificent metal buildings turned into molten iron or charred wreckage.

The green energy beam that shot towards the sky flashed a few times and then disappeared.

As the shield flickered, a gap appeared in the shield covering the entire planet.

One after another, teleportation light gates appeared, and the imperial army descended to the surface.

Hellfire missiles loaded with antimatter warheads were fired from the Titan's shoulders, dragging tail flames as they shot towards the raging tide of undead, setting off a chain of explosions.

The ant-like automatic cannon was activated, throwing fireballs as bright as stars to the ground.

The steel melted, made a sizzling sound, and then cooled into an indescribable lump of iron.

The Primarchs attacked the underground core where the Star God - the Outer Ones were located.

Ryan is the fastest.

He led Luther and others to advance all the way, killing all the Necrons who intended to stop them.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, the temperature around them began to rise sharply.

The closer you get to the underground core, the more terrifying the temperature and radiation emitted by the star become.

In the end, even the Undead constructs could not withstand such high temperatures and radiation and gave up their defenses.

Ryan walked to the deepest point alone.

It’s because the second-generation engines implanted by Luther and others cannot allow them to face the high temperature and radiation of the star directly, so they can only stay in a safe place.

The star is trapped inside the Dyson sphere, and terrifying flames burst out again and again, trying to break the cage.

The explosion was enough to destroy the life of a planet, but it was absorbed by the Dyson sphere and became the source of energy and material to maintain the operation of the Dyson sphere.

And near the star, there is a being emitting a hazy light, which absorbs the energy of the star like a vampire.

The strange whispers continued.

Full of madness and chaos.

[Special life form detected: Star God]

[Unable to parse target data]

The thing emitting light is the mad star god - the Outer One.

The ones on the outside seem to have ten thousand shapes and are changing all the time.

Ordinary people would scream in pain the first time they saw those outside.

Simply because the mortal mind cannot bear the image of such an existence.

Ryan also felt uncomfortable when he saw the outsider for the first time.

But the next second, the activated gene engine started mental protection and rule protection, offsetting the influence of the Star God.

"Switch to combat mode."

Ryan switched the genetic engine in his body to combat mode and looked at the existence with a firm gaze.

"It will be another beast that falls to my sword."

The activated gene engine endowed Ryan with various mysterious powers.

Allowing him to travel through time and space, gaining any ability to travel through time.

With a flash of his figure, Ryan appeared above the outsider, and the long sword in his hand burst out with terrifying energy, turning into a super giant sword.

[Judgment: Sanctions are launched, destroying everything]

The long sword swung down, cutting through the void with such force that it was enough to destroy everything.

The outer one in energy form quickly shrank and became a giant made of black metal.

A giant hand made of a mixture of energy and metal grabbed Ryan's sword.

Ryan continued to increase his strength, but the sword in his hand remained motionless.

It had no face, only surging green flames beneath its helmet.

But Ryan could feel its terrifying rage and indescribable madness.

The giant beast exerted force suddenly, and the giant sword formed by energy collapsed.

Then, the person on the outside waved his hand violently, and time and space instantly collapsed like glass.

Ryan activated the shield.

But the next second, he flew out like a meteor.

It pierced several converters that were as magnificent as cities and were suspended near the stars, causing a huge explosion.

Eventually, he was embedded in a thick metal wall.

If it weren't for the Primarch's terrifying physique and genetic engine, he would have been beaten into a pulp.

As the gods of the real universe, the power of the Outsiders is beyond imagination.

"So strong?!" Ryan was about to climb out from the wall.

The space in front of him flickered, and the outsider who was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away suddenly appeared in front of Ryan.

He clenched his fist and punched Ryan, determined to beat this idiot who dared to offend him into a pulp.

When the outsider was about to throw a punch, a golden figure rushed over like a meteor and hit the opponent's fist, causing the outsider's fist to deviate from its direction and hit Ryan's left side.

The terrifying force cracked the thick metal wall.

Those metal structures could not withstand such a terrifying force and they collapsed or deformed one after another.

Even the metal floor had a horrible crack.

Ryan looked at the power of this punch and swallowed subconsciously.

If this punch hits him, no matter how strong his body is, it will not be able to withstand it and he will have to rely on the genetic engine to revive.

He turned to look at the person who helped him, and when he saw the other person's appearance clearly, he showed a hint of surprise.

Lion had thought it was Sanguinius, or Angron.

It turns out that the person who saved him was Horus.

It was obvious that if this guy just pretended not to see, he would have to resurrect himself, and he could easily win the bet.

But he rushed out and blocked the attack for himself.

"Only I can defeat you, lion. No one else is worthy, not even gods." Horus said word by word.

(End of this chapter)