Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 425 Precise and Swift Hunting

“The Yellow Robe sect in Aventinium should be a branch of the Hearing School.”

Per Koscielny found the Vostochny words spoken by the Black Emperor completely unfamiliar.

"The School of Enlightenment?"

"The School of the Wise originated in the ancient times of Terra. They attempted to build a tower that would transport chaos, but it was destroyed by the Emperor and his army."

Nimrod, who was plotting cryptic remarks, carefully avoided mentioning Orl Persson.

Persson had been operating under his real name in the auxiliary military, believing that apart from his friend Old Man Huang and John Granmaticas, no one would remember his name.

Although it may not be a big deal, if Per encounters Pesson and alerts him, it could affect his plans.

Nimrod will only tell Per the necessary knowledge he needs to know, while the Primarch will send Per the relevant knowledge of chaos in the form of thought pulses.

"The imperial truths proclaimed by the Emperor have obscured the fact that life exists in the Warp."

"Subspace beings are born from the emotional and cognitive energies of intelligent beings in the real world."

"Among them, the most powerful beings are known as the Four Chaos Gods, and they are called the Primal Annihilators by those who discovered their existence, such as 'Thousand Sons'..."

Per's pupils dilated in shock. He exclaimed in astonishment, "So the Imperial Truth was a complete lie..."

After learning of the Black Emperor's existence, Per no longer believed in the Empire's truth, but he never expected that there would be gods in the Warp as well.

As he pondered, Ning Lu spoke again:
"The current goal of the Wendao School is to use the power of chaos to 'liberate' humanity from what they perceive as the oppression of imperial dogma."

"The Way of the Way operates an academy network that cultivates disciples to advance their chaotic cause by combining psychic power, eugenics, and intelligence. Each 'graduate' is a highly intelligent and dangerous individual."

As Ninglu spoke, the image of Zygmunt Morocco flashed through his mind; through a series of schemes, Morocco had made himself a virtual god.

Legendary Inquisitor, Alphaga-level psionicist Gideon Ravenno, interrupted him at a crucial moment in the ritual.

[The members of the Wise School on Aventinium don't possess the abilities of Morochi, but they must still be dealt with.]
"The Yellow Robe Cult should be a branch of the Hearing School. If we want to quickly quell the rebellion in Aventinium, we must find them."

"In order to suppress psychics of all races, the Mitu people developed devices for searching for psychics. I will give them to you. If you use them well, you will be able to find cult members hiding among the people."

Although the development of Extraordinaries in the Legion has entered the second stage, with each chapter forming a core of Major Extraordinaries and supplementing it with Extraordinaries from other sources.

The 11th Warband has 52 "Sheriffs," but they cannot cover all parts of the hive and need time to familiarize themselves with their jurisdiction.

Mitu's psionic search device was more effective at quickly eliminating members of the Yellow Robe Cult.

“My lord, with the Mitu people’s psionic devices, I will surely eradicate the Yellow Robe Cult,” Per said.

"Be careful with your words, for they represent a powerful force," Ninglu cautioned.

"If you encounter an enemy who uses language to affect the structure of reality, you must kill him as soon as possible."

“My lord, I understand,” Per replied solemnly upon hearing the Black Emperor’s serious instructions.

The black mist engulfed Per, and when he came to his senses, he was already on the altar.

Per clasped his hands together upside down and prayed to the Black Emperor.

A moment later, a strong wind suddenly arose from the altar, and items of different sizes flew out from the invisible gate that had been opened.

A Terran hour later, the 11th Chapter's drop pods rained down on Aventinium.

Company Commander Gibbs, leading his guards, landed in the second largest hive city.

After jumping out of the drop pod, Gibbs looked around.

Everywhere you look, there is chaos: burning houses and residents screaming and running for their lives.

Gibbs gave the order: "Inspect, confirm the target."

A member of the guard is carrying a half-body-sized disc, the largest model of the Metulin energy search device.

The guards pressed the activation button in the center of the disc, and the runes on the screen surrounding it flashed before the entire disc was illuminated.

Having been trained, he knows that the central position represents him and will change as he moves.

He saw flashing red dots on the green screen.

After determining the direction, he said in the team's communication channel: "Four o'clock, one target."

"Let's go," Gibbs ordered.

As a "barbarian," Gibbs, dressed in the prototype of the Saturn-shaped Terminator, strode forward, faster than a squad dressed in the Iron Rider-shaped Terminator.

The guards headed toward the four o'clock position. The guards carrying the Mitu Psionic Search Device confirmed, by repeatedly comparing the distances they had traveled, that the distance between the dotted rings on the instrument was 1.5 kilometers.

The team was advancing towards the target, and the direction naturally changed to twelve o'clock. He saw that the target was outside the two rings and immediately reported it on the communication channel.

“Three kilometers. Target hasn’t moved.” “Proceed,” Gibbs ordered. “Prepare to fire.”

The Shadows of Order raised their explosive guns and marched forward to the loud singing of the "Singers."

Hundreds of rebels raised their guns and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the black-armored warriors from all directions.

The logging gun made a rattling sound, like sawing wood, as bullets struck the black armor and bounced off.

Five Iron Cavalry-type Terminators aimed their Cyclone missiles at the rebels in the stronghold, and the missiles, trailing trails of flame, slammed into the densest part of the rebels.

Rumble!
Amid the explosions, buildings were blown away and dozens of rebels were torn apart by the shockwave.

Amidst the deafening roar of exploding bombs, the "Hunter" and the "Warrior" drew their power swords and charged towards the remaining rebels.

Gibbs led his team to break through the rebel lines and head towards their objective.

When he was a kilometer away from his target, he locked onto a member of the Yellow Robe Cult dressed in a yellow robe.

The man held a gun in one hand and a staff in the other.

The reactor of the Saturn-type Terminator prototype roared to life, the automatic targeting system locked onto the Yellow Shirts members, and the plasma cannon roared as it fired at the enemy.

The blazing beam of light struck the Yellow Robe psychic, tearing his clothes to shreds and setting his body ablaze with orange flames.

Amid the explosion, his right shoulder and a large portion of his chest disappeared.

The Yellow Robe cultist raised his staff, and a great cloud of flames descended from the sky.

Burning orange flames rained down on the guards.

Several guards were hit by a series of orange fireballs.

He quickly activated his personal energy shield, and a dazzling light enveloped his body.

Amidst the deafening explosion, the Iron Cavalry Terminator swayed violently.

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, the psionicist's eyes flashed with a blinding white light, and he focused his attack on a black-armored warrior.

Dozens of orange fireballs slammed into the energy shield.

Amidst the deafening roar of over a dozen fireballs, the gleaming personal energy shield shattered.

The remaining fireballs enveloped the black armor.

The Iron Cavalry-type Terminator armor melted rapidly in the orange flames, and the Shadow of Order was instantly burned to ashes, scattered on the ground.

Gibbs strode forward, raised his right arm, and unleashed a barrage of bullets from the Heavy Disintegration Cannon at the Yellow Robe psychics.

boom! boom! boom!
The psionicist was hit by cannonballs and repeatedly knocked away.

Each time there was an explosion, he would lose large chunks of flesh and blood.

In an instant, his body was charred black.

The psionicist abandoned his attack on the other black-armored warriors and aimed his staff at the towering giant.

Orange flames rained down on Gibbs, exploding with a series of explosions as they struck his heavy black armor.

The orange fireball was blocked by the thermal field of the Saturn-shaped Terminator prototype. The "Barbarian" continued his march, howling angrily.

A thunderclap resounded in the psionicist's mind. He dropped his staff, clutched his head, and groaned in pain.

Gibbs approached the psionicist, swinging his charged sword with his left arm and slashing at the enemy.

The disintegrating force field flashed, tearing the psionicist apart.

At the same time, the first nest city.

A tall figure dressed in a yellow robe, his face hidden under a hood, only the starlight in his eyes illuminating the surroundings.

“I have lost twenty-three disciples.”

"How is this possible? How could outsiders have located my disciple so quickly?"

"My meticulously planned scheme has failed..."

The figure in yellow seemed to slide away without a body. "I must hide and wait for an opportunity."

He walked through the crowd and headed out of the city.

The figure in yellow strolled leisurely, and his strange figure attracted no attention wherever he went, as if he did not exist.

(End of this chapter)