Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 632 The Three-Legged Walking Mech Spewing Golden Light

Wilshire was leading his team around shimmering areas of different shapes, filled with gems the size of a person's palm.

Each sparkling gem shimmered with an alluring brilliance under the purple light.

No black-armored warriors picked up the gems; they avoided the area where the gems were, much like the giant armored lizards around them.

The organic spire sprouted tendrils, and purple light surged from its base, unleashing the energy accumulated over thousands of years.

The light swept across the land like waves, and the herbivores' eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint.

They immediately collided and began tearing at each other.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

The enormous, dome-shaped armored lizard suddenly raised its body and slammed its forelegs heavily onto the ground, causing a violent tremor.

The gentle herbivorous lizard opens its massive jaws and devours an entire herbivorous colony in one gulp.

A hissing sound came from beneath the hardened keratinized skin.

Pink buds, like tender bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, tear open their armor-like outer skin.

New, tender buds, like tentacles, reached out and swirled around the fighting herbivores.

The fleshy buds oozed a bright red, disgusting mucus, enveloping and covering the herbivore's body.

As the herbivore's body dissolves, the granulation tissue swells and splits open, blooming like a flower.

The scent of musk hit him, making Wilshire dizzy.

The "notary" sensed the evil aura spreading around him, and his spirituality burst forth.

Golden rays of light surged around the "notary," growing increasingly pure until they eventually transformed into a stamp-like projection.

The "notary" shouted in Dunn's language: "'Notary,' 'Solar Halo'!"

The golden halo rapidly expanded, enveloping the surrounding guards.

The Lord of Light watched as the gentle, armored lizard rapidly grew larger while devouring its prey, and shouted loudly in the sound channel: "Three-legged Sunwalking Mech!"

After purifying the demon world and subduing the Killing Song spaceship in the "Great Vortex" region, Wilshire began to dedicate himself to developing weapons to combat demons.

With the support of technical sergeants, they used weapons such as the Sun's Holy Water to manufacture some new types of weapons and equipment.

As the "notary" moved among the guards, performing his "notarization," the Shadows of Order unleashed a barrage of bullets at the armored lizards.

The explosion roared as the diamond warhead slammed into the vivid flesh.

The vibrant flowers swayed, and bits of flesh scattered, yet the plant showed no obvious signs of harm.

Clusters of dense golden flames suddenly appeared around the "Sun Priest," and a powerful, sacred aura permeated the surroundings.

One after another, huge, brightly colored fleshy flowers, like candles, were rapidly burned to ashes in the sacred flames.

The "Light Prayer" raised the bomb gun, and the golden bombs, soaked in holy water and created in the ritual, shot out onto the thick leather armor.

Amidst the roar, ripples spread across the leather armor.

The armored lizard let out an angry hiss and raised its massive foot.

The shadows of order retreated swiftly, putting distance between themselves and the colossal creature.

Forty-one black walking mechs surrounded the huge, bloated lizard monster from the side.

Each three-legged walking mech was accompanied by a squad led by a "Sun Priest".

They chanted the "sacred oath" aloud in Dunn, and the gold patterns and sun runes imprinted on the black fuselage shone with a bright, warm light.

The operator inside the sarcophagus felt bathed in warm light, as if he were comfortably sunbathing in the newly built sun garden in Gardiner.

While enjoying their comfort, they couldn't help but recall the cruel legends of the past.

In the era when the High Lords ruled Gaddinal, the castes who piloted three-legged walking mechs lay in cold sarcophagi like living mummies.

The last driving caste perished in the war with Randan, and the clans that evolved from the driving caste no longer needed to be in cold coffins.

The "Light Prayers" chanted loudly, and light descended from the sky, illuminating the core of the three-legged walking mech.

The black mech raised its arms, and a dazzling beam of light shot out.

The beam of light shone with a bright gold hue, shooting out like a net across the giant lizard's swollen body.

The lizard, larger than the dome, was sliced ​​into pieces by the golden light and crashed onto the plain with a thunderous roar.

At the same moment that the three-legged solar walking mech strikes the mutated armored giant lizard, on Planet One.

Keon, the company commander of the 5th Company of the 4th Regiment, was completely encased in power armor. He felt uncomfortable since arriving in this lush tropical world.

He led his company to the foot of the No. 5 mountain range and looked out at the clear spring water in front of them.

In the necromancer's vision, the spring water overflowed with spiritual radiance.

He said to Okafor beside him, "That spring should be the one my lord mentioned we should pay attention to."

The newly appointed "wizard" nodded slightly in agreement, his "eyes of mystery," which he could not turn off involuntarily, shone with dazzling light.

"The spring water itself shows no signs of corrosion, but there is an evil and abnormal force around it."

"They feed on bewitched creatures, and natural spirits are exceptionally scarce here," the necromancer stated definitively.

"They told me that evil predators were coming."

Okafor, a mind-based psychic, felt his consciousness spread and collide with a dazzling band of light and rippling sound waves.

The drifting, melodious sounds were both pleasant and intoxicating.

Okafor immediately ascended to the third level of the Thelma Mind, isolating himself from the invasion of evil energy, and then looked at the steed running towards him at an incredible speed in the distance.

The Slaanesh horse's tongue swished like a snake, sensing subtle scents.

Their swollen sensory organs caught the whiff of disgust and fighting spirit carried on the breeze, which, though not as pleasurable as the Eldar's fear or the creatures bewitched by the spring, still excited them and made them tremble.

The Necromancer raised his hand and placed it on the lush green vegetation, from which spiritual energy surged forth. The Necromancer spoke in a low voice in Dunn: "Hear my command, 'resurrect' and take revenge on the evil creatures that killed you."

The withered bones in the soil trembled slightly, and under the drive of "resurrection," they coalesced and emerged.

The necromancer strode forward, and skeletons continuously emerged from beneath the magnificent vegetation.

They still retain some features from their lives; some have the skeletal structure of horses, while others resemble human figures...

The herd of skeletal horses charged first toward the Slaanesh horse, which resembled an ostrich, and lashed its body with its long, whip-like tongue.

The licker flicked its tongue in disgust; the withered bones were not as delicious as when they were raised by the Eldar.

The sharp barbs scraped off a clump of bone fragments, and the disgusting venom corroded the dry bones with a crackling sound.

If he were still alive, the elegant steed would have already fallen.

However, the "resurrected" skeletal horses have neither will nor life force; they follow the commands of the "necromancer."

The bony horse's large, leaky mouth creaked as it tore at the smooth, lavender-colored skin.

For the first time, the tongue peeler suffered the same fate as its food, with a large chunk of its smooth, elegant skin being torn off.

The skeleton warriors of the Eldar, some missing arms or with mangled chests and abdomens, passed through the bone horses and slammed their fists into the slender heads.

The Slaanesh horses neighed and screamed, and long whips lashed out from the holes of their sphincter-like mouths.

A Slaanesh horse suddenly emerged from between the two skeletal horses and collided head-on with Okafor, who had anticipated this.

The "wizard" raised his hand and tossed out red powder, which then erupted in flames that engulfed the bone horse.

The "wizard" moved behind the lines of withered bones, scattering bottles of powder to fill gaps in the defenses.

The "necromancer" continuously "resurrects" the skeletons that were devoured by Slaanesh millions of years ago, and places them in front of the procession.

Slaanesh's steeds surged like waves toward the black-armored warriors who had never tasted such flavor, only to be stopped by a shield of withered bones that utterly devoid of any taste.

From their elevated position, the Shadow Order rained down barrages of projectiles upon the Slaanesh steeds, while most of them supported the Fifth Chapter in launching an offensive against Planet Three.

On the surface of the ocean, numerous island chains are scattered in the form of archipelagos.

Above the second island chain, in the black stormbird.

Thomas gazed down at the numerous buildings and ruins below through the viewing window.

He saw the local tribesmen, whose faces were almost indistinguishable from human forms.

Their faces were strange, their skin was pale, and their round, dark green eyes, which were fleshy, stared hungryly at the sky.

Their long, thin tongues kept flicking, as if they were holding a snake in their mouths.

The think tank director opened the sound array channel and issued the command:
"The local inhabitants have been corrupted by an evil god and use the 'Griffin's Roar'."

After rotational training, all Legion think tanks have mastered "Griffin's Roar".

After Mankola personally came into contact with the griffins, the Legion's think tanks, relying on the keen perception bestowed upon their genetic offspring by the Black Emperor, all successfully mastered the "Griffin's Roar".

The director of the think tank has designated mastering the "Griffin's Roar" as an essential skill for apprentices to advance in their careers within the think tank.

Also serving as the criteria for becoming the lowest level editor are the third level of the Thelma mind and the first level of the Magnus mind.

The Slaanesh devotees' tongues swayed as they tasted the delicious meat flavors they had never experienced before.

They moved with the speed of galloping horses, chasing after the descending black iron birds, their deep green eyes gleaming with fleshy light.

The Stormbirds' gunner stares at the strange human.

They rotated the turret's four twin laser cannons, and dense beams swept down like rain.

The blazing beam of light sliced ​​through the pale skin, turning the horned, bizarre human into a grotesque lump of flesh.

Slaanesh followers swung their razor tails and burrowed into buildings adorned with the skins of their kind.

The Stormbird hovers and rotates, aiming in different directions.

The strike missiles mounted under the wings roared out.

Boom boom boom...

The disgusting, abhorrent building was blown into the sky.

After the Stormbirds cleared the landing zone, Thomas, accompanied by two Mind Machine servants, stepped off the deck.

Excited, strange cries rang out, and countless bizarre humans clad in spiked armor and wrapped in skin surged out madly.

“Griffin’s Roar!” Thomas shouted.

Ten think tank members strode forward, forming a circle with the think tank director, facing the thousands of Slaanesh devotees who were surging in.

Thomas's Psionic Hunter set shone brightly, and at the same time, corresponding runes lit up on the bodies of the two Mind Machines.

Golden light gathered in the throats of the think tank members, and as they spoke, deafening roars erupted.

In the think tanks' ethereal vision, golden griffins of varying sizes swiftly flew forward.

With the combined power of the Mind Servant and the Hunter's Psionic Set, the griffin roared by Thomas at the top of the ring is a hundred times larger than the largest of any other think tank.

Ah... Roar...

The Slaanesh followers cried out in terror, and were immediately swallowed by the golden light.

The golden griffin charged straight into its path, instantly crushing the Slaanesh followers.

Wherever the golden light touched, golden flames ignited on fair skin.

The surviving Slaanesh followers let out piercing screams and fled like terrified wild beasts.

The "wizard" strode forward, leading the think tank members toward the land of perceived evil.

(End of this chapter)