Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 708 The Space Shark Only Serves Lord Ninglu

On the orbit of the Sea World Narctis, Alkahas Far strode out from the command deck of the Monster and onto the platform overlooking the multi-deck structure.

Above his head, the servo skull controlled and maintained by the technical sergeants cast a green glow.

Alkahas glanced at the hovering servo skulls, which projected their images onto every warship and every holographic screen in the fleet.

Wearing a top-quality gold alloy forged suit, he walked to the platform and gripped the handrails tightly with both hands.

Alkahas looked down at his fellow warriors on the decks, their armor painted a dark gray.

Each of the combat brothers has their right shoulder armor painted with the white insignia of the chapter—a finned swimming shark.

Alkahas turned on the sound array amplifier and said in a deep voice:

“I think you’ve been confused lately because after our Primarchs returned, we left on our own.”

"Some people know the reason, and some people have guessed it. Now I'm going to tell everyone the cruel truth."

"The Primarch commands us to leave the Empire and go to its frontiers to relentlessly seek out and annihilate humanity's enemies."

He paused for a moment, then emphasized in an increasingly heavy tone.

"Never stop!"

"It wasn't the Fifth Legion's pioneering and reconnaissance work, but rather the infiltrators of the Dark Outer Worlds."

Alkahas deliberately paused, giving the Astartes time to think.

The sound echoed between the decks, and the warriors in dark gray armor grew even paler.

exile!

They were exiled by the father of genetics!

Their eyes were filled with confusion.

Why did the father of genetics exile them?
They gave everything for the empire.

……

The entire fleet fell silent, and the crew members dared not utter a sound in the oppressive atmosphere.

The mind's eye of the navigator and star talker sees only a vast, turbulent ocean.

Each shark licked its wounds.

They circled and hovered, stirring up terrifying, towering waves.

Alkahas, the "Ocean Singer," with his hand on the railing, opened his spiritual vision and looked down.

A thick, gloomy atmosphere permeated the decks, enveloping each of the fighting brothers like a dense fog.

The fighting brothers, some of whom knew or guessed, had a dark red anxiety tinged with a hint of calm contemplation in their eyes.

The clock on the dome, its huge hands ticking away.

Just as the second hand was about to complete a standard revolution, Alkahas spoke again.

“We will obey the Primarch’s orders, but we will forget our Father of Genes, Lord Kovacs Corax.”

“I am the Great Forgotten One, we are the Forgotten One, we are forgotten by him, and we will also forget him.”

The deck was silent; no one objected, and they silently accepted the order.

Compared to the confused Gene Father who exiled them upon his return, Alkahas Farr, who led them in battle for over a century, is more real, and his commands are more acceptable to the forgotten ones.

The father of genes exiled them, and they will forget him.

Seeing that no one objected, Alkahas raised his left arm and tapped his right shoulder armor three times with his gauntlet.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
"We are space sharks!"

The Astartes, clad in dark gray armor, raised their right arms and tapped their right shoulder armor in unison.

"We are space sharks!"

The sound array channel echoed with the deep, muffled roars of the space sharks.

After taking a few soft breaths, the crew members took deep breaths, breaking the silence and easing their tense nerves.

After they calmed down, they realized that they were about to embark on a dark path.

The Outer Realms are dark, unlit by the starlight of the Lord of Mankind.

The dark outer realms are teeming with terrifying, unknown alien creatures.

The only saving grace is that it was the powerful Astartes, not them, who faced the evil aliens head-on.

The navigators, adorned with exquisite jewels that concealed their third eye, and the star-talkers, wielding magnificent scepters, secretly breathed a sigh of relief as they sensed the gradually subsiding waves of the Sea of ​​Souls, which had surged suddenly.

The few remaining imperial nobles have made their choice. They will obey the Emperor's orders and follow Alkahas to the Dark Outer Realms.

Alkahas glanced at the series of gray-white feedback runes rising inside his helmet, and after confirming that every company and every squad had shouted their slogans, he ended the brief chapter formation meeting.

"Ready to set sail!"

The Great Forgotten One remained as calm and powerful as ever, and the space sharks immediately sprang into action, silently beginning their preparations.

Alkahas shut down the chapter's sonic channel and gave orders to the technical sergeants.

"Disable the servo skull and end the holographic projection."

"Close the doors leading to all decks."

The servo arms of the technical sergeants projected beams of light, and the servo skulls glowed red.

They glided through the air at great speed and quickly moved away.

With a deafening roar, the doors leading to each deck closed.

With a thought, Alkahas awakened thousands of metal armor plates connected to the neurocortex, forged using the space dwarves' superior alloy technology.

Malevolus tailored a suit for him using microfiber bundles and a hinged frame, which activated the experienced "Wind Favorite" to generate a powerful gust of wind around him.

He leaped into the air, slowly descended, and circled as he flew to the area between the twentieth and twenty-first floors of the forty-story deck.

Alkahas looked around and examined the various decks.

He turned on the loudspeaker and addressed his 3,350 trusted confidants who were conducting the investigation.

"Primarch Nimrod has accepted us."

"From this day forward, we will no longer be loyal to the Emperor of Man, nor to Corax."

"The Space Shark is loyal only to Lord Nimrod!"

The Black Emperor's faith has not yet been widely publicized in the "Shadow of Order," and Alkahas has not yet publicly proclaimed his faith, only explaining the object of his loyalty to his confidants.

The space sharks' dark pupils widened in shock as they stared in astonishment at the Great Forgotten One.

A second later, the honor guard captain standing on the first deck was the first to kneel down on one knee.

"We follow Lord Fal and pledge our loyalty to the King of Vostoria!"

The members of the first layer of honor guard knelt down, and the space sharks on the decks spread out like dark gray waves, kneeling on the ground.

"We follow Lord Fal and pledge our loyalty to the King of Vostoria!"

Alkahas looked around to make sure all his confidants had sworn allegiance before speaking.

"Lord Ninglu has bestowed upon me miraculous power, and now you too have this opportunity."

"I previously selected 1,129 people to carry out the mission."

"Your mission is to follow Lord Nimrod, who will choose the best among you and grant you power."

Alkahas did not send all his trusted men, partly because the Black Emperor had instructed that the number should not be too large.

On the other hand, most of the confidants also serve as commanders of the "Space Sharks." It is impossible to lose most of them at the same time. In the dangerous outer space, a sluggish command and control group cannot cope with various threats.

The genetic seeds of 659 of the people he selected were bestowed by the Black Emperor.

Among the remaining men were seven company commanders, eighteen adjutants, and twenty-seven members of the honor guard.

The captain of the honor guard's dark eyes gleamed as the imposing figure he had seen in the world of Shana floated into their minds.

A demigod, clad in black armor and with golden wings on his back, descended from the sky.

He swung his arm, and dazzling golden light rained down, causing the Titan-sized Bone Eater to crash to the ground.

He swung his crystal greatsword, and a blue-white light slashed down, knocking the crystal greatsword from the pale brain-eater's hand.

……

Although they were abandoned by Corax, they were accepted by the powerful Lord Nimrod.

Lord Ninglu led numerous legions to defeat the evil and powerful Randan alien.

A dazzling light shone in the eyes of the chosen space sharks, while the unchosen ones silently bowed their heads.

Alkahas looked around and spoke in a low voice.

“Each of you will have the opportunity to follow Lord Ninglu; that moment will eventually come.”

More than two thousand space sharks, their dim eyes lighting up, left through the opened gate with hope.

At the same moment that the fleet of dark gray, white-painted swimming sharks set sail, a black transport ship carrying 1,129 space sharks without power armor flew toward the flagship of the Ninth Chapter, the Relic-class battleship Wave.

(End of this chapter)