Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 732 The Bloody First Day of the Twilight Moon of Mutants

934.M30.

In the Antima sub-sector, in the Visayas system, black ships are jumping out of the real world.

The transport fleet, consisting of frigates and destroyers, spread out around the center of the main fleet.

Among the fifty-two whale-like transport ships, the pharmacists of "Shadow of Order" surveyed the layers of decks.

During their five-week voyage, following the instructions of the father of genetics, they selected the most unique individuals from the diverse population, extracted their biological tissues, and enriched the biological gene bank with research data.

The "pharmacists" experimented with hundreds of drugs simultaneously and obtained feedback.

They pulled down the levers in unison, and as runes flashed, a pale green, minty gas was released into the decks.

The crocodile-like mutant, whose body was covered in dense, swollen fish scales and bony plates, was the first to wake up.

His fourteen eyes, which were hanging all over his face, opened one after another.

He looked around in confusion, fragmented images flashing through his muddled mind:

A hazy, yellowish smog enveloped the shantytown;

A cold experimental table, drugs injected into limbs time and time again;
The needle inserted into his body, the milky white liquid filling every part of his body with power.

……

Anxious roars shattered the memories of the crocodile-like mutants, bringing the mutants on the deck back to their senses.

The mutant standing next to him had severely cracked skin on his ears, like a badly worn-out palm-leaf fan.

He heard the grating sound of the female mutant beside him flicking her tongue, swung his fist, and slammed it into the long, eyed tongue.

"Get out!" The crocodile-shaped mutant stood up abruptly, at least three heads taller than any of the mutants around him.

The enormous fist slammed into the two mutants, sending them flying dozens of meters before crashing into the crowd.

The crocodile-shaped mutant felt a pain in his fist that he had never experienced before, and he pulled his fist back to his eyes.

The fish scales were crooked, and the skin was wrinkled and stuck to the bony plates.

A blinding light suddenly flashed, and he remembered the blinding light that had burst forth after he got the big "gun".

He survived the explosion, but his body was weakened.

roar roar...

The mutants gathered around, their mouths and noses merging together, roaring and drooling incessantly.

A piercing sound suddenly rang out, followed by a deep sound coming from the wall speakers.

"Mutant humans!"

“You were treated as pests in the past, driven out of the nest city to wait for death, and you became monsters in the sticky chemical waste and foul industrial fumes.”

"Now, King of Vostoria, the great Primarch Nimrod, grants you the opportunity for a new life."

The crocodile-shaped mutant heard a familiar name, "Ninglu...".

The sound emanating from those two exquisite machines, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

The mutants opened their mouths, revealing a mouthful of sticky, rotten teeth, and roared loudly.

"What a load of bullshit!"

"Damn it, sir!"

"That damn Ninglu, give him to me..."

……

Upon hearing the obscene words, the pharmacist opened the communication channel and issued an order to the sound array master.

"Tuning frequency, switching to the high-frequency band."

The high-frequency sound waves, based on the research of the Nephilim, reverberated between the decks.

buzzing...

The mutated bodies trembled violently, and the mutants collapsed to the ground, lying helplessly on the deck.

Dozens of seconds later, the mutants were huddled together on the deck of the entire warship.

The deep voice sounded again:
"You are about to be sent to a new world, where you will survive in a cruel world."

“You will receive food, real food, not the kind of food you used to eat, the fungi that grow in chemical waste and industrial sludge.”

"Now, you can begin to experience today's food, which is a nutritious paste."

A series of mechanical clicks rang out as mechanical rods extended from above.

Puff puff……

A series of transparent bottles tumbled down with a clatter.

boom!
A bottle slammed down in front of the crocodile mutant, emitting a faint aroma. Instinctively, he reached out a trembling arm, grabbed the bottle, flipped the cap, and gulped down the liquid.

A liquid and a crystalline sand-like substance slid down.

Unlike thick syrup.

It doesn't have a bitter, strange metallic taste.

It doesn't have the smell of rotten or moldy fungi.

Mumble!

His roar was accompanied by a trembling throat.

Fourteen eyes widened.

too delicious.

The aroma filled the air, and the mutants, their mouths watering, rushed toward the bottle filled with nutrient paste.

Fifteen sidereal hours later, a black transport ship hovered in low orbit above the surface of the Twilight Moon, a satellite of Visayas.

The rope ladders were thrown down at an angle like spider webs, crackling with electricity, driving the mutants to tumble and fall rapidly.

boom!
The crocodile-shaped mutant was the first to crash onto the orange-red ground, and he bounced up immediately as if he had been thrown into a boiling pot.

The third eye on the right side of his face burst like a bubbling blister, spurting pus and making a hissing sound.

His extra arm behind his back swung erratically, then drooped limply like a tail.

His scales fell off like dregs, revealing his wrinkled body.

Mutants with cracked ears, shaped like palm fans, and female mutants with eyes on their tongues crawled up from the scorching ground, revealing that the tall mutants could not even straighten their backs.

They let out a strange cry and charged at the mutant whose scales had fallen off, one on the left and one on the right.

"roll!"

The mutant raised his right fist and punched the male mutant's cracked ear.

His wrinkled skin quickly became withered and dry, as if he had aged more than ten years in just a few seconds.

His fist slammed into the large ear, and with a splattering sound, pus splattered onto his fist.

The mutant grinned maliciously, and the reversal of power caused him to let out a triumphant roar of enjoyment.

He threw a powerful punch, striking the bone plate.

dong dong dong...

Bone fragments scattered, and wrinkled, shriveled skin fell onto the orange-red ground, instantly igniting dim flames.

Eyeballs, like glass beads, slid down and stared at the late-arriving woman.

The woman suddenly bent down, her tongue flicking out like a snake's tongue, curling her burning hot eyes.

"You're asking for it!" the male mutant roared, throwing a punch.

The female mutant rolled to avoid it, crashing into a crate that was falling from the sky.

boom!
The crate sprang open, revealing an axe and a longsword inside.

The female mutant quickly drew her longsword and slashed at the pursuing mutant.

Fifty transport ships, scattered low in the twilight moon, did not land on the surface of the orange-red star. Instead, they continuously dropped rope ladders and then gathered the mutants on the decks who had been driven away by electric shocks.

A transport ship, on a higher orbit, drops crates filled with weapons.

Another transport ship dropped crates filled with nutrient paste, which were equipped with inflatable cushioning bags.

It also dropped Attila's Ovida, the green Catachan wolf, into areas where life signs were sparse...

As the airbags burst, hundreds of Ovijas crashed to the ground, their thick fur falling in disarray like willow catkins.

A mutant with rhinoceros horns saw the green, four-legged beast and pounced on it with shining eyes.

The wolves howled and leaped, their green forms turning into blurry afterimages.

The mutant swung his axe down, striking the orange-red ground with a thud.

With a rustling sound, a green shadow leaped onto him, its scarlet mouth opening wide, and foul-smelling pus and blood wafted out.

The mutants took weapons from the crates and rushed towards the neighboring mutants, scrambling for more food and weapons.

Fresh blood mixed with mutated pus spilled onto the orange-yellow rocky ground.

The four million most severely mutated mutants lost the powerful abilities they had gained through mutation in their decay, becoming the majority of the first inhabitants of Twilight Moon to die on the first day.

As the red starlight illuminated the orange-red earth, the mutants shouted and surged wildly toward the crates falling from the sky.

They brandished their weapons and charged at the man named Ninglu, who had promised them food.

(End of this chapter)