Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 704 Horus's Effortless Performance Widens the Gap with Tongningru
921.M30.

The surface of Qiliek.

Balsa Kuturi, who had recently become the head of the 19th Army Corps' think tank, raised his explosive gun and aimed it at the Chirek people.

Boom boom boom...

The explosive projectile shot towards the alien that resembled a reptilian lizard.

Whoosh...

The Chilek man leaped and dodged among the crimson rocks, his movements swift, and most of his bombs missed their mark.

The first "bribe" bomb struck the alien as the Chilek man hurled it into the indigo stream.

The diamond bullet tore through the sticky skin and detonated between the reddened flesh.

Large chunks of flesh melted away with a loud bang, revealing a stark white skeleton.

Chilek let out an angry roar and turned to leap onto the rocks by the stream.

boom! boom!
Balsa fired two more explosive shells, and the "briber" killed the sluggish and weakened Qilek with two consecutive explosive shells.

“I simply cannot understand their operational principles.” He looked around as the Legion Commander’s Honor Guard fired Nukelia’s anesthetic-infused needles with hunting rifles bestowed by the Black Emperor, and exclaimed to Legion Commander Alkahas Far.

The people of Chilek were even more bizarre than when he "bribed" them; they offered no resistance and retreated towards the scarlet rocks like a tide.

They were not afraid of the barrage of bullets fired from the blaster; even the weakest of these reptilian aliens required three or four blasts to kill them.

The Chilek people that Balsa killed with a "bribe" were only of average size among the Xenomorphs.

The Cirek people lay prostrate on the ground, still at roughly the same height as Astartes.

The alien, with its explosive power and superb combat skills, should have put the Legion's warriors in a tough fight.

“They only fight within those square areas that are thousands of meters long and wide; their culture forbids war in other areas.” Alkahas raised his hunting rifle and fired a syringe.

puff!
The needle struck the kirek's body, and as the syringe spun, the medicine was rapidly injected into the lizard-like body.

After leaping twice, the Chilek man landed with a thud on the scarlet rock.

“This anesthetic is really effective; it’s even more useful than a bomb gun and a chainsaw axe in this situation,” Alkahas remarked as he walked, watching the receding Chilek people like a tide and chuckling.

"They want us to adapt to local customs, follow their principles, and accept their punishment in those open celestial spires."

“By exploiting their principles, we can hunt down the entire Qilek race at a very low cost.” “The Briber” Balsa’s eyes were deep as he thought of the Black Emperor’s oracle.

“That’s right.” An invisible gust of wind surged around Alkahas, the “Wind Favorite,” and he slowly rose into the air.

The "Wind-Follower" strode swiftly, flying rapidly over the heads of the Qilek people.

The Chilek people ran and roared, brandishing their weapons, but none of them threw their weapons into the air.

The "Wind-Cherisher" flew over the heads of the principled Qilek people and in an instant saw the Qilek people's square field, which was 2.5 kilometers long and wide.

The Wind-Clad One crouched down and fired a syringe from the open edge of one side into the area he named the "Hunting Ground".

Whoosh!
The syringe whistled as it shot into the sticky body of a Chilek man.

The "Wind-Cherisher" soared into the air, easily dodging the incoming flying axe, and sighed silently.

"This is easier than target shooting training at the training ground."

“Even a powerful race, with foolish principles, is bound by its own hands, waiting to be hunted like livestock.”

The Wind-Clad One launched his attack from mid-air, while his honor guard waded through the water to pursue and hunt the Chilek.

At the same time, the 19th Army Corps also opened up two other hunting grounds.

To avoid revealing his connection with the Black Emperor, Alkahas only entrusted the hunting rifles to his honor guard, as well as the guards of Nerat Kilin and Alastor Rorschach. The hunt lasted for an entire standard year, until Horus Lupecal's fleet reached orbit, and the last transport ships carrying the paralyzed Chilek took off from the surface and headed for the Monster.

Alkahas waited on the tarmac for the pearl-white Skyhawk shuttle to arrive.

He saw Lord Horus approaching, escorted by two guards from the Council of the Four Kings.

Company Commander Ezekiel Abaddon's black topknot was held high, swaying like a branch.

Hastel Cyranus nodded in greeting and grinned.

The Primarch raised a boxing glove in a gesture of respect, a smile radiating from his sharply defined and noble face.

“Alkahas,” Horus said with a smile, addressing him by his first name rather than his surname, “your legion has accomplished a great battle to exterminate the aliens, which is commendable.”

His tone was more amiable than usual; he was pleased with the request that Alkahas had made on his own initiative.

With the Nineteenth Legion responsible for the killings, the Shadowmoon Wolves could then submit to the lost human colonies in a more civilized manner.

Its Horus Sea green eyes were bright and piercing, with mottled amber accents.

In the past, when he issued orders, he would inevitably have to take into account the thoughts of Alkahas and the Nineteenth Legion.

He had intended to have his own legion carry out the annihilation of the Chilek people.

Horus did not expect that Alkahas would take on this bloody and cruel purge mission. The Shadowmoon Wolves were able to escape this quagmire and submit to two star systems and five lost human colonies within a standard year.

This further narrowed the gap between his achievements and those of Nimrod, who reported three "Shadow of Order" planets that had submitted to him in the past year.

Horus approached Alkahas with a relaxed smile.

He put his arm around Alkahas's shoulder and felt the lord of the Nineteenth Legion tremble slightly from the close contact.

Horus gently pulled them so that they faced the chroniclers.

With a click, flashes of light appeared.

The chroniclers excitedly recorded this great moment.

Horus released Alkahas's shoulder and said to him with a smile.

"I have good news to tell you. I have news about your father."

“My father has already traveled to the southern edge of the galaxy.”

"You shall set off now and you will meet your father in Terra."

Upon hearing this, Alkahas's eyes lit up.

Aside from the Second Legion, which the Emperor forbade to mention, of the nineteen existing Astartes Legions, only his Legion's Primarch has not returned.

With the Black Emperor's protection, Alkahas was not as lost and desperate as the war dogs of the past.

But upon hearing the news of the father of genetics' return, he couldn't help but imagine how his father would lead them to new heights.

Alkahas Far returned to the Monster with hope.

He knelt on the altar, recited the true name of the Black Emperor, offered sacrifices to the Chilek people, and then clasped his hands together upside down.

"My lord, the Emperor has found the father of my genes."

“I will return to Terra to meet with him.”

Three seconds later, Alkahas saw the black mist churning, and the majestic voice of the Black Emperor, seated high on his throne, rang out.

"I see."

(End of this chapter)