Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 738 (Fifth Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions) The Two Battle Groups Were So Rapid
Forge the world, the highest Valia.

The members of the Sage Council gathered at the Forging Temple, where a series of glaring red 0s and 1s rolled through the mind space.

The First Expeditionary Fleet was destroyed.

Nalindi, the agricultural world, has fallen.

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The news of the complete defeat in the battle of thirteen star systems broke out one after another within twenty-five seconds.

Even the brains modified by the sages couldn't help but crash.

The fourteenth message pierces the deathly silence of the hall: Hofalbion has fallen.

This message was particularly jarring.

Hofalbion symbolizes the glorious achievement of the High Varia in destroying the Hydrillox Synod during a long war.

From then on, they would no longer bow down to any power.

The cold reality shattered those illusory ideas.

"How could the enemy be so fast?" asked Chief Sage Unai-9.

High Varia had not been at a disadvantage in its protracted war with Glea in the past two years, so why did the situation change so drastically in less than four weeks?

"The forces calling themselves the Human Empire have dispatched their outstanding commander, Nimrod, to lead his 'Shadow of Order' legion in a swift offensive," the sage envoy stated calmly, recounting the intelligence he had obtained from his communication with the Martian envoy.

Chief Sage Unai-9 looked at the phantom of the Sage Ruler, "How much longer can we hold out?"

After staring at the illusory holographic image for sixteen seconds, the mechanical tentacles behind him rose up, outlining two blue-red defensive lines on the north and south sides of the image.

"The 'Ripper' Titan Legion is fully mobilized to support the Guardian Hunters and rebuild the front against the 'Shadow of Order' attack."

"The 'Darkfire' Titan Legion on the south side and the 'Morning Star' Titan Legion on the north side were also stopped."

"It is expected that the southern front can hold out for three weeks, while the northern front can only hold out for one week."

The Sage of the Ruler sensed a surge of questions rising in his mind, further explaining why the northern front was shorter than the southern one: "Greya raised their crowns."

"The 'Shadow of Order' tripod walking mechs can also pose a threat to our divine institutions."

"One week is the most optimistic estimate."

The Sage of Rule gazed at the pitch-black expanse embedded in the heart of the land. “We probably won’t have that much time.”

“It is Nimrod and his guards who have penetrated into the heart of Hofalbion. If he attacks on either side, he will tear our defenses apart from the rear.”

"Gentlemen," the sage suddenly sent a thought pulse.

“I have obtained an unverified intelligence report that ‘Shadow of Order’ is their largest legion, and he has only deployed two of the twelve warbands.”

"The Second Battle Group has the three-legged walking mechs on the north side, and the Tenth Battle Group has them on the south side."

The space of thought fell into a deathly silence, and the rolling 0s and 1s became stagnant in the quagmire of thought.

After a long six seconds, Chief Sage Unai-9 repeated.

"Two battle groups..."

The two battle groups were so swift and unstoppable.

After another ten seconds of silence, "We have reconciled with the Empire and accepted the jurisdiction of Mars."

"A wise choice."

At the same time, Hofalbion.

Nimrod stepped into the world's only temple of forging.

Arsena Dunn followed him, leading the Keepers of Knowledge to access all the planet's log documents.

After gathering and analyzing all the information, the Primarch's servant reported:
“My lord, this temple was originally the site where the secret council of Hydrinox held its round table meetings.”

"The Temple of Casting was built here by the High Varia to commemorate the victory."

"According to the logs, an ancient statue stands in the venue of the Round Table Council, and each round table meeting is held under the statue."

Ninglu nodded, stepped forward, and took in the scene inside the temple with his obsidian eyes. The flickering fire in the incense burner gradually died down, and the burner overturned on the ground.

Ning Lu's gaze sharpened, focusing on the central gear.

The outer red gear meshes with the inner blue gear.

As it rotates, a gray sphere is embedded in the center of the overlapping red teeth and cyan gears.

bang bang bang...

In the field of vision of the genomic progenitor, it expands and contracts like a heart.

In the "Chaos Mentor's" vision, the gray-black lines of rules were intricately intertwined.

Ninglu strode forward, his silver-haired Primarch servant following closely behind.

He stared at the gears and noticed that the material of the stone ball was clearly different from that of the metal gears.

"The stone sphere must have been taken from an ancient statue and used to rebuild the gears."

"Besides commemorating the victory, there seems to be something else..."

As he spoke, the blue and red gears spun rapidly, making a dull thumping sound.

boom!
Alsena's face turned pale. He instantly pushed Terema's mental state from the first level to the third level, calming the overwhelming shadow that had been looming over him.

The "Chaos Mentor" was overflowing with spiritual energy. He took a single step, covering dozens of meters, and arrived in front of the gear.

Black mist floated in the palm of his right hand. He raised his arm and reached out to grasp the trembling stone ball.

Whoosh!
The stone ball vanished into thin air.

Rumble!
The meshing blue and red gears seemed to lose their fulcrum and collapsed with a crash.

Ninglu smiled and nodded, having obtained the third fragment of the Birac relic.

The Heart of Bilak.

With his snow-white hair and a gentle expression, Alsena gazed thoughtfully at the gears and the vanished stone sphere.

Moments later, they boarded the Stormbird and returned to the Skyhawk Shuttle.

Ninglu gazed through the narrow viewing window at the burning earth, where a vast army of mechs was digging Titan's airborne vehicles out of the impact crater.

Within sight, there were also groups of ships, carrying excavators, cranes, and transport vehicles, recovering the Titan.

This is a long-term project involving the allocation of countless personnel, logistics scheduling, and key technologies mastered only by technical priests.

As the Stormbird slowly descended onto the flight deck, Ninglu was about to issue orders to rendezvous with the Second Battle Group and break through the enemy lines in the north when the communication bead in Alsena's ear rang.

The Primarch's attendant, upon hearing the report, immediately relayed it.

“My lord, the High Varia has surrendered and they have requested to sign a treaty with Mars.”

Ninglu's lips curled into a smile. "Order the fleet to set sail, target: High Varia."

He intends to arrive at High Varia ahead of the Martian sages and subjugate the Forging World.

[Don't work for nothing and end up doing all the work for someone else.]

Furthermore, High Varia did not truly submit to Mars.
Nimrod recalled that although after the High Varia submitted to the Empire, the unique liquid-gas mixture extracted from the highly corrosive seawater of the Casting World, used for industrial manufacturing, had higher strength, strong corrosion resistance, and excellent plasma properties, which could be used to create war machines for extreme environments, this caught Mars' attention.

Mars then funded the expansion of the production line in the High Varia, ushering in a new period of prosperity for it.

But the High Varia still guards its secret and maintains a distant connection with Mars.

[Since Mars is unable to subdue the High Varia, I will take on the task myself.]
While Ning Lu was pondering, he returned to his original office and then went to the fourth level of the "Disordered Kingdom".

He spread his spirituality, touching Wilshire and Ramsay's spiritual orbs.

The message Ninglu wanted to convey appeared in his mind and was transmitted to the sphere of light through a subtle connection.

"The High Varia has surrendered. Cease attack!"

(End of this chapter)