Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 745 The Number One War Dog: Sulak is Actually This Strong
Like many legion flagships, the central apothecary of Garan Sulak, the chief apothecary of the World Eater, is located deep within the Conqueror.

The difference is that in the main laboratory, with its gleaming clean glass and steel structure, the sterile lighting can be deliberately dimmed.

At the large workbench in the center of the room, Garan, encased in armor, was working diligently.

The generator hummed, casting shadows on the pristine white walls.

Garland stared at the video screen on the control panel, slowly pushing the control lever. For every kilowatt increase in the generator's output power, he would release his arm and check the data acquired by the sensors.

The Crimson Scholar keenly heard the buzzing of the Butcher's Nail within the adamantine shield, but could not hear the high-frequency band that the Astartes could not detect at all.

High-frequency sound wave technology was not his invention, but originated from the Nephilim and was a gift from the Black Emperor.

Garland heard that Horus Lupecal was the first to discover the Nephilim on hundreds of worlds, enslaving billions of humans.

He and Lord Sanguiles purged the Nephilim who had invaded the Melgio system.

But it was Lord Nimrod and Lord Chagatai who cleansed hundreds of worlds and ultimately purified the evil home planet.

The frequency band is constantly being improved.

Suddenly, a clear explosion was heard.

Butcher's Nail explodes!

Garland's face lit up with joy. He had completed one of the two tasks assigned by the Black Emperor: to research a backdoor that could influence implanted individuals and cause their death.

The frequency-modulated sound waves resonate with the vibrating butcher's nail, causing the implant to vibrate at high frequency for a short period of time until it bursts.

He thought of the Triumph Hall and the scene of the Father of Genetics slaughtering his offspring.

[The Black Emperor's request is necessary. This will be the final safety lock, detonating the out-of-control individual's head to kill him while he's berserk like Angron, without causing any damage.]
As Garland conducted another experiment, he couldn't help but recall another task given by the Black Emperor: to have a built-in control switch to control anger, or at least to achieve autonomous control over the sounds in his mind.

The father of genetics never asked me to do this research when I was studying the Butcher's Nail, just as he never hid or controlled his anger.

My Lord, however, commanded me to conduct research, for He is very different from Anglon.

Just as He demands of the shadows of order, He will surely bring a bright future to the World Devourer.
As Garland pondered, he looked up at the surgical instruments hanging from the ceiling, where a prepared butcher's nail lay.

[Theoretically, high-frequency sound waves could also harmonize the vibrations of the Butcher's Nail, but the actual effect still needs to be verified experimentally.]
Remembering the Black Emperor's instructions, he turned to look at another huge screen hanging from the ceiling.

The LCD panel has 160 split screens, and the images come from an improved maggot eye.

The Eye of the Maggot was obtained from Nukelia, the world he descended from from the Father of Genetics.

They were used by slave owners to monitor the gladiators' actions and to inflict punishments.

Following the Black Emperor's orders, Garan explored Nukelia's many technologies and improved the Maggot Eye, changing it from a floating mode to a stealthy mode. He placed it in the ventilation openings of the passageway around the Central Apothecary, which emitted a faint light, and buried it in a dead corner of the spiral staircase.

At the same moment, in a corner of the lower deck.

Company Commander Margo of the 18th Company traversed the narrow, secluded passageway, venturing deep into the corner where the legendary heroes of the Legion rested.

He stopped in front of the steel gate and handed the necessary documents to the fighter jet guards at the entrance.

The servant projected a red laser beam that swept over his entire body, and only after confirming his identity did it move the heavy machine gun it was carrying away.

He entered the cold inner chamber, looked around at the platform suspended on the wall, and found the immortal hero on the steel base.

A technical priest in a red robe emerged from the shadows and looked at him.

"Locke."

The technical priests immediately gathered around the central platform and chanted binary prayers to awaken the fearless mechs.

The mechanical start-up sprayed steam onto Margot, gears turned and the Thinker hummed.

“Step back,” Margot said to the technical priests. “All recording is prohibited.”

The scornful spectacles gleamed with crimson light, while the wanderer's sensors collected runic information from the Astartes helmet.

He spat out in Grakari, roaring, "Who gave you permission to wear my cloak?"

“Kil,” Margo whispered.

“Kil…” Defiant Locke fell into reminiscence, “A dull strategist, but a master with an axe.”

"The last time I saw you, you were a sergeant."

"You are worthy of my cloak; are you now in charge of the Unbreakable Ones?"

“My lord, thank you for your compliment,” Margot replied. “I disturbed you because of Angron.”

Margot recounted to Locke, the commander of the "War Dogs," the series of events that followed his last awakening, including the repeated tithes and the tragedy in the Hall of Triumph.

Locke perished thirty years before discovering Nukelia, in a battle in which he led the Warhounds to defeat the Orcish Empire that had enslaved seven star systems.

He was a tactical genius, always the first to enter the battlefield and the last to leave.

He never let his war dogs down, inspiring them to march toward victory.

After Locke was dug out of the green-skinned corpse mountain, he was buried in the Defiant Fearless while still alive.

His successor, Kiel, along with other high-ranking legion officials including Kahn, unanimously agreed to bestow upon him the honor of "the first" as a sign of respect.

He commands an ever-growing army of fearless monks.

"Your plan?" Locke asked in a deep voice.

Margo said worriedly, "The future of the Legion is in jeopardy. Once we are impaled, we will be on a path of no return."

Locke walked heavily to Margot.

"You know who should lead the legion, our genetic father."

“He is the Primarch,” Margot said, head held high, facing Locke directly. “I respect him more than anyone else, but he has led us down a dead end.” “I cannot obey his orders simply because I admire him.”

Locke clenched his fist. "Angron is not Nimrod, not Guilliman, not Vorkan. He doesn't tolerate challenges, yet you openly defy him."

"I'm talking about becoming the first legion to fight against the virus; such a crime will be punished."

"The Emperor himself taught us to obey. He has purged his own offspring, including everyone in the Legion. Do not think that the World Eater will not suffer such a fate."

“If defying Angron would provoke the Emperor’s wrath, what would he think of the legions that have been nailed down?” Margo asked.

Locke was silent for a moment. “I can’t fathom his thoughts. I can only recall him before he unified Terra.”

"He asked us to do things for him in order to achieve unification."

"As long as the galaxy remains under his control, as long as his goals are achieved and his ambitions are realized, I really don't know if the Lord of Humanity will care about the means required to achieve those goals."

"Do you really think things will get better if we drive in the nails?" Margot pressed.

After a few seconds of silence, Locke raised his clawed iron fist.

“Take me to see Sulak; I want to get the answers from him.”

……

Garland saw two figures, one large and one small, on the screen.

[As our Lord has said, Margot and Locke.]
The "Crimson Scholar" vanished from his spot in a flash.

In the dim light of the passageway, Margot gripped her short-handled battle axe tightly, walking fearlessly alongside the Defiant.

He had already questioned the standard-bearer Astakos and confirmed with the commander of the 21st Company, Korag, to discuss matters such as the future of the Legion, the Butcher's Nail, and the Father of Genes, temporarily stalling the Primarch Squire, the commander of the 8th Assault Company, Kahn.

He and Locke could save the Legion if they killed Sulak and destroyed his nails.

Sulak was just a pharmacist, and with the number one "war dog" by his side, there was no possibility of failure.

Margot suddenly lifted her foot and looked up at the ceiling, where the dim light was tinged with a hazy glow.

seem……

moon?

Margot's mind raced with matching words, but she felt increasingly strange.

He had never seen such lighting before.

Boom!
Locke noticed Margot's movements and stopped in his tracks, puzzled.

"Company Commander Unbreakable, what happened?"

After being buried in the Fearless Stone Coffin, his perception relied on oracles rather than his senses.

"light……"

Before Margot could finish speaking, a shadowy figure flashed into his eyes.

His superhuman eyesight barely caught the phantom.

He raised his short-handled battle axe and slashed at the shadow.

call!
The battle axe missed its target, and he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"Crimson Scholar" Garan Sulak darted to his side, raised the Nassim gauntlet, and thrust it into Margo's neck with a buzzing sound.

Nukelia's anesthetic was injected into Margo's neck.

boom!
Margot crashed onto the deck.

“Surak…” the Defiant One exclaimed as he recognized the runes on the helmet.

The chief pharmacist's speed was astonishing; he had never seen anyone so swift.

Even Kahn didn't move this fast.

Only the Primarch Angron possesses such speed.

The Defiant's fearless mechanical components roared as his lightning-fast fists and claws slammed into Sulak.

The seasoned "Potion Professor" raised his arm, pouring a vial of potion onto the armor.

His figure vanished from his original form as if erased by an eraser.

"Psychic power?"

Locke turned his body and spread his arms to expand his defensive range.

Pu Chi Pu Chi...

Streaks of electricity shot out from the ventilation ducts, the same electricity that had punished Angron and his slaves countless times, tearing through the defensive force field and revealing Locke's bald head.

Locke whirled around, raised his massive fist, and lightning bolts tore through the pipes above his head.

clap clap clap...

Amid a series of explosions, the silver sphere placed inside the pipe was torn to pieces.

The hazy moonlight shone down, illuminating the back of Locke's head.

Nashersim's gauntlets slammed into the neck of the Defiant.

"Sulak, he's actually this strong..." The number one "warhound" thought in surprise, while the fearless scorner, who had been awake for less than a day, drooped his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)