Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 721 A Sword Battle That Happened Ten Thousand Years Ahead of Schedule

The shadow-type stormbirds circled down, searching for an open space to land in the treacherous mountains.

The Vesaans did not hear the roar of the engine until the Shadow Stormbird was fifty meters away from the mountaintop on one side, at which point Aitsaac's sharp eyes turned to the black iron bird.

He saw the huge shell under the wing and instinctively ducked to the side behind a black basalt rock.

The warriors of the Sobo tribe immediately took cover behind the rocks.

They watched warily as the black iron bird landed, and a squad of warriors clad in black armor emerged.

The black-armored warriors seemed to have descended from the sky, miniature versions of giants with wings on their backs.

Their skin was smooth and lustrous, like marble, and their eyes were as black as obsidian.

Etzack suddenly remembered what the black-armored giant had said about "offspring".

So many offspring of giants?
bang bang bang...

A group of black-armored giants leaped down from the cliff and came before Ninglu.

“Wright,” Ninglu called out to the Honor Guard member whose right shoulder was painted with an orange-red longsword.

He and Pierre Wright, who had been promoted to company commander of the 3rd Company of the 8th Regiment, both came from the Wright family, the largest family in Cassell, and had recently passed the examination to become "soldiers".

Although Nimrod estimated that "Warrior" Wright's combat strength should be somewhat inferior to Mandragol Karien, Greg Eisenhorn's killing of the Emperor's Son, a veteran of ten thousand battles, was partly due to luck.

Ten thousand years later, the Sobo tribe chief Etsak's strength was similar to that of Eisenhorn. With his physical advantage, Wright could still put up a fight even if he was slightly inferior in skill.

"You will fight against Chief Aitesaq of the Sobo tribe."

Etsak and the Sobo tribesmen stared in astonishment at the black-armored, golden-winged giant. They had never said they were from the Sobo tribe, nor had they ever uttered the name Etsak.

How did he know?
Eitsak gripped his Falcon Dagger tightly. Was he really a god?
No, he must have found out from a neighboring tribe.

Etzack stared at the black-armored warrior, who was carrying a smaller spear similar to the Golden-Winged Giant, and the longsword at his waist.

He swung his sword fiercely and lunged at the black-armored warrior.

Wright proudly accepted his father's task. As he bowed slightly in accordance with the dueling etiquette of the Kasers, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind.

The Vesa people, dressed in fur, had no honor.

In a flash of thought, “Warrior” Wright swiftly drew his psionic sword from his waist, swung it in the Lesef style, and was about to deflect the incoming short sword.

The shimmering psionic blade vanished the instant it touched the Falcon Shortsword.

Wright felt that the blade forged by the master swordsmith Cather, which he had carried with him for twenty-eight years and had built a close bond with himself, had developed a tiny, rice-grain-sized chip.

[How is this possible!]
While Wright was astonished, Ninglu was not surprised at all.

The master swordsmith Kaser was highly skilled, and his blade had an advantage against most weapons, including Astartes weapons, but it was not as good as the Falcon Dagger.

He remembered that the short sword with its hilt carved with a falcon pattern did not shatter even after clashing with Eisenhorn's Barberesat ten thousand years later.

Barberisat was the best weapon Eisenhorn ever used in his legendary career, comparable to weapons revered as divine artifacts by many races.

It was made from Sincal's magic mirror, and eight adamantite drills were worn out just to obtain the material.

The mechanical sage Boole struck the blade nine hundred times and carved ten pentagrams on both sides of the blade.

Finally, under the "Triumphant Holy Light of the Golden Throne" beneath the statue of Old Man Huang and the light emitted by the God of Myriad Machines, it became a pentagram rune-powered sword.

However, this divine weapon showed no advantage whatsoever when it clashed with the ordinary Falcon Short Sword.

Ninglu knew that, apart from the Val's Sword at his waist, only Leman Russ's two weapons could surpass the Falcon Shortsword.

Etzar is still a powerful untouchable, and the psionic energy of the Kasser Blade will be suppressed.

In terms of weaponry, Wright is at a complete disadvantage and must defeat his opponent as soon as possible.

If time drags on, his sword will shatter.

Wright stared in astonishment at the short sword in the barbarian's hand. It had a barb on it, but the gleaming blade was not as bright as his psionic blade.

However, in the clash just now, the opponent's short sword was completely undamaged, clearly more resilient and durable than his own.

At the moment the swords clashed, Etzack was knocked back two steps, his long arms slightly numb. He looked in astonishment at the giant in front of him, who was even stronger than him.

No Vesa dared to challenge him, but the black-armored giant's astonishing strength far surpassed his. The two charged at each other simultaneously, but "Warrior" Wright was faster. He took a step forward and unleashed a Tarn-style slash, aiming for the enemy's right arm.

Aytesack saw a dark shadow approaching and moved with lightning speed, leaving afterimages in its wake.

[He's not only stronger than me, but also faster.] The thought flashed through Eitsack's mind. He instinctively ducked and slid, his Falcon Dagger spinning as he thrust towards the giant's thigh.

With a deft twist of his wrist, "Warrior" Wright reversed the sword's edge, unleashing a reverse Tarnville-style slash towards Etsack's back.

The "warrior" and the chieftain of the Sobo tribe passed each other, their swords flashing as they moved with fluid grace.

Ninglu watched as this great battle, which had taken place ten thousand years in advance, clashed between Kaser's "Elvira" swordsmanship and the Vesa's killing techniques.

"Elvira" means "the talent of the sword" in the Kassa language, with its swirling blades sweeping like a storm.

A master of the art of killing, honed through the bloody battles of the Vesa, wielding the blade with unparalleled skill.

His attacks had a unique rhythm, lunging and thrusting around Wright, then sliding and slashing.

Every strike of the deadly dagger was unexpected, and even the Shadow of Order could not anticipate its move.

The Sobo tribesmen watched the battlefield silently, like silent killers.

They gripped their weapons tightly, their arms taut.

Once the children knew the danger was over, they ran out of the fortress, nimbly climbed the black basalt rocks, and chased after the two figures.

They couldn't help but gasp in astonishment; the black-armored giant was actually able to contend with the powerful tribal chief, Etzack.

Amidst the crackling explosions, neither of the two wanted their swords to clash, yet they were unable to control the collision of their blades.

Amidst the ear-piercing noise of colliding energy bodies, sparks flew from the psionic sword blades.

Eitsak's wrists bent, forcing him to hold the sword with both hands.

Both realized that they had to end the fight immediately.

"Warrior" Wright spun his sword, and Yulag countered with a series of attacks.

The dazzling light merged into a shower of light, scattering around him.

Etrick leaped forward, and as he rolled, he twirled his Falcon Dagger, hooking it onto a protruding piece of black basalt.

With a sharp scraping sound, he used the momentum to leap into the air, the deadly blade piercing towards the black-armored warrior's head.

"Warrior" Wright felt that the enemy's fatal blow was unavoidable, and Uncle Pierre's teachings suddenly came to mind.

The only thing of value at this moment is to weaken or control that attack.

This sword technique has many forms, collectively known as the Gekuaf style, which in Kasser means "to pull back from the brink."

Imagine your opponent as an unruly steed, and send him tumbling off a cliff.

Wright raised his sword, and the blade in his hand transformed into a long rein, which he could control with ease.

The "warrior" steps forward in a lunge position, shoulders tilted, and thrusts upward.

The psionic blade leaped up, its tip piercing the Falcon Shortsword, wrapping around the gleaming blade like reins binding a horse.

"Warrior" Wright spun the blade, throwing the Falcon Dagger and the Vesa strongman together.

boom!
Eitsack crashed heavily to the ground, instinctively adjusted his center of gravity, and rolled to his feet.

He had just hunched over when the cold blade of a sword pressed against his head.

The children of the Sobo tribe cried out in unison, for their tribal chief, the mighty Aitsaac, had been defeated.

The warriors of the Sobo tribe stared silently at the black-armored warrior.

Ninglu has a feeling of time and space intersecting.

[Eisenhorn also used the Gekuaf style, gaining a brief advantage.]

Well, the difference is that he then drew his gun and, with a completely dishonorable shot, sent Eitsack flying.

Wright won the duel...though his sword was damaged.
He gazed at the crackling specks of light falling and gave Wright an appreciative look.

[The first step in subduing the Vesalians: demonstrating overwhelming force. Complete!]
(End of this chapter)