Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 715 The Pale Nomad: Lord Ninglu allowed me to safely unleash "Deep Sea Invasion"

In Morley's Knox Nest, Mikhailovsky, the second company commander of the third regiment, had a sudden flash of interest.

The Timefires, who had fled to Knox, could no longer suppress their restless appetites.

Mikhailovsky turned to look at the Honor Guard member beside him, who was dressed in black armor but had a pale body, clearly different from the radiant skin of the Order Shadows.

Their eyes, like the shadows of order, were also black.

But unlike the obsidian eyes of the Shadows of Order, their eyes are liquid black and lack irises.

Mikhailovsky's gaze finally settled on the person holding a force field staff and wearing a psionic hood.

Mikhailovsky recognized him; he was the former commander of the 11th Battle Group "Pale Nomads" of the 19th Army Corps.

As a viscount of the royal court, he knew that the Black Emperor had recently decreed that this title belonged exclusively to the person before him.

Director of the "Space Shark" think tank.

"We'll put most of the aliens into a dream state and leave the rest to you."

Mikhailovsky cautioned, “Our Lord desires that the Flames of Time be delivered to Him, not slaughtered.”

“I know,” the pale nomad replied coldly, revealing his sharpened, shark-like teeth.

Mikhailovsky watched as the pale nomad, leading the sharks clad in black armor, disappeared into the darkness.

"Action!" Mikhailovsky, the "Requiem Master," led the other "Requiem Masters" and "Nightmares" on a swift run.

He wore the Hunter suit, based on the Mark III Steel Power Armor.

To take advantage of the agility gained during their time as "The Sleepless" and "Midnight Poet," most members of the Third Legion Royal Court wore Mark III steel-type power armor.

Only a small number of "Corrupted Baron", "Dawn Knight", and "Judge" wear the Saturn-type Terminator prototype and the Iron Rider-type Terminator.

With their strength also enhanced, they ran much faster than non-Royal Court members wearing Mark II Expeditionary Power Armor.

Like a fleet of speeding Rand assault boats, they quickly left the shadowy forces of the non-royal court behind.

A series of figures in black armor sped along the wide, clean road leading to the streaks of fire.

Mikhailovsky, the "Requiem Master," slowed his pace when the rune indicator on his helmet display showed a distance of 180 meters.

His dark pupils dilated rapidly, engulfing the whites of his eyes.

Within 170 meters, the ten rat-like aliens that were rushing towards them were getting slower and slower.

Their azure bodies were intertwined, as if they were entangled in something.

A relaxed, contented smile spread across their faces as they drifted into a blissful dream of stealing the Black Armor Warrior's dream.

Thump thump thump…

One by one, the fireballs rolled and curled up on the ground.

The "Nightmares" swiftly swept past the fireballs, only stopping when the red runes leaped up at a distance of 120 meters, pulling three or five aliens into the dream.

The shadow of order that followed passed over the black-armored warriors who stood like statues.

They knew that the members of the Royal Court of the Warband could not be distracted while using the abilities granted by the Father of Genes, and that the hunting had to be done by them.

bang bang bang...

The crystal nets created by the technical sergeants sprayed out, covering the clusters of Timefire aliens like fishing nets.

Blue runes rose up, and the flames quickly subsided and went out.

Just as the Shadows of Order were about to collect their spoils, they suddenly heard a series of dull, clanging sounds.

A group of three aliens, dragging explosive guns, stumbled and ran towards them.

They are dreams that devour the shadows of order, aliens who steal the method of using explosive guns.

Just as the Shadows of Order were about to launch their attack, a group of black-armored warriors suddenly surged out from both sides of the street in the dim light.

Amidst the roar of engines, they wielded chainsaws and charged towards the aliens.

The Timefires spun their bomb guns and pulled the triggers.

Boom boom boom...

One after another, the scorching hot gun barrels exploded with deafening roars, sending shivers down the spines of the people huddled in their houses. Sparse barrages of bullets flew out from the fireworks.

A bomb slammed into the power backpack on the back of the space shark.

boom!
The explosion roared, tearing apart the pale body of the space shark.

The space sharks silently swept past the corpses of their fallen comrades, charging in unison toward the enemy.

The silent hunters wielded their roaring chainsaws, hacking at the aliens.

Amidst the roar, bursts of sparks flew in all directions.

A shower of meteors illuminated the black armor of the space sharks, turning their jet-black armor completely black.

The pale nomad raised his staff, intending to unleash "Tear Maw" to tear apart swarms of enemies.

His arm paused, remembering Mikhailovsky's earlier reminder.

He then recalled the figure of Lord Alkahas Far, the former Shadow Lord of the Nineteenth Legion, the "Space Shark," now the Great Forgotten One, soaring through the sky.

That was the ability bestowed upon him by Lord Ninglu, whom he now serves.

The pale nomad's black, liquid-like eyes rolled, his chilling killing intent receding, and his swinging motion with his staff changed to a high-flying motion.

The psionic crystal emitted a beam of blue light, which was splashed onto the wide Upper Nest Avenue in front of it like a curtain of water.

The eyes of the three hundred aliens reflected the deep sea, and a suffocating darkness instantly enveloped their minds.

Their brains were frozen and paralyzed by the icy chill of the deep sea, and they saw terrifying, enormous sea creatures rushing towards them.

A gigantic octopus extends hundreds of tentacles, and an island-sized shark opens its blood-red jaws...

Three hundred aliens were suddenly pulled from the battlefield and placed beneath the ancient and primordial ocean waves, struggling helplessly.

They fell to the ground like drowning people, completely defenseless.

The terrifying psionic imagery created by the "Deep Sea Invasion" unleashed by the Pale Nomads overwhelmed the Timefires, whose bodies were naturally enveloped in smoke and fire.

The pale nomad suddenly felt himself sinking into a suffocating depths of the sea, as icy tentacles wrapped around him, enveloping his black armor layer by layer, and frost mist filled his black, liquid-like eyes.

As he focused his gaze, he entered the first level of the Tylema mindset taught by Lord Nimrod.

The icy mist in the pale nomad's eyes gradually dissipated, his sharp teeth clenched, and he ascended to the second level of the Thalesa state of mind that he had just mastered.

Golden light surged from his spine, and the cold tentacles that had been wrapped around his body gradually loosened and dissipated with a shriek.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the warp-like phenomena caused by the release of psionic magic gradually dissipate, and thought with admiration.

[Praise be to Lord Nimrod, whose creation of the Thelma state of mind allowed me to safely unleash "Deep Sea Invasion."]
The Pale Nomad only used the two psionic spells he had comprehended based on his own warp vision in dangerous situations.

This is because his two types of psionic spells often trigger terrifying warp phenomena.

The Warp Imagery is the psykers' perception of the Warp; for the Pale Nomads, the Warp Imagery is the Deep Sea.

His two unique psionic spells were based on his own understanding of subspace imagery.

Subspace anomalies are various terrifying phenomena that may occur at any time when psionicists manipulate subspace energy:
It felt like insects were crawling beneath my skin, the blood in my veins suddenly stopped, and a piercing scream from another world shattered my ears…

The phenomena caused by powerful psychics can even affect the real world:

The surrounding air suddenly dropped several degrees, and the otherworldly winds brought a putrid stench...

The type of anomaly one encounters is random, but it is often closely related to one's own abilities and subspace anomalies.

The Pale Nomad's encounters with Warp phenomena are mostly related to his own imagery. The deep sea and the cold often torment him in the bone-chilling supernatural cold, and may even freeze the bodies of his fellow warriors around him.

In the past, he only used psionic magic in the most critical moments.

But after being taught by Lord Nimrod, he was able to quickly and skillfully enter the state of Thelma, using the will honed by Thelma to free his mind from the immersed subspace imagery and dispel the terrifying subspace anomalies.

The pale nomad felt the chill subside and his blood flow returned to normal.

His dark, liquid-like eyes shone as he marveled at the wonder of Thelma's mind and grew even more eager for the power bestowed upon him by Lord Nimrod.

The pale nomad said in a deep voice to the advancing space sharks, "Stop the killing!"

"Take it back and present it to Lord Ninglu."

(End of this chapter)