Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 761 Fighting the Greenskins, We Valhalla People Are Most Familiar with This

954.M30.

Cyclops Cluster, Mill Star.

Jeremy, the chaplain of the 13th Company of the 6th Regiment, stood atop the city wall, staff in hand, gazing solemnly at the sky.

Since the end of the "Randan War", the Cyclops Cluster has been developing vigorously under the grand plan of the Lord of Fate.

One hundred worlds were divided into industrial worlds, and Mill Planet was one of them.

The world beneath Jeremy's feet is named Millworld because of its fifteen large agricultural processing complexes and thirty-one artificial food complexes.

The father of genetics rewarded the traveling merchant Lewis von Valentius with the agricultural world of Zavaric, where the fruits produced would be processed into salads and shipped to restaurants in the world of Abyss Harbor, Manachia, and others.

In addition to agricultural products and light industry, Mill Star has also developed laser gun and Belik tank manufacturing in the last fifteen years.

This stems from the exclusive recruitment world of Mill Star and the Fourth Warband, where a mutual aid treaty was established in Valhalla to provide supplies to the auxiliary army named "Valhalla Ice Warriors" by the Father of Genetics.

Jeremy looked up at the sky as the ugly lander pierced through the dawn clouds, streaking across the atmosphere in a trail of fire.

Now, he is incredibly grateful for this mutual aid agreement.

His Shadow Order only had two hundred men, which was no match for the incoming beast tide.

But the 36 regiments of "Valhalla Ice Warriors" are a powerful force.

Jeremy looked down at the anti-aircraft artillery array; the 4th Artillery Regiment of the "Valhalla Ice Warriors" had taken over the planetary defense forces.

They adjusted the strength and caliber of the cannon barrel and body to set the optimal firing arc.

Even with Jeremy's superhuman brain simulating the battle, he couldn't find anything that could be corrected.

The ground-based defensive turrets roared as they unleashed volleys of fire at the ship, piled high with scrap metal, swiftly destroying every aircraft in sight.

The shattered fragments of the ship burned fiercely, and debris fell like raindrops.

Two orc transport ships attempted to storm the city, their fangs and roars echoing from the spires, and the stench of fungi filled the air.

Jeremy did not intervene; he watched as the Valhalians at the five turrets moved quickly, adjusting the turrets' orientation.

They acted without hesitation, their ruthless movements meticulous.

Five anti-aircraft gun turrets fired in unison, causing the rocks and concrete to tremble.

The audacious orc transport ship was torn apart by cannon fire, and burning wreckage fell to the ground.

The 15th Infantry Regiment of the "Valhalla Ice Warriors," stationed within the city, divided into thirty-one squads, to hunt down the scattered wreckage and slaughter the green-skinned survivors.

boom!
Jeremy's body swayed as the city wall beneath his feet bore its first blow.

The orcish ships flew outside the city walls' defensive artillery fire and opened to release massive garbage titans.

The Garbage Giant fell into the forest, knocking down swathes of fir trees.

They came rolling in with heavy footsteps, raising clouds of dust behind them.

Each of the steel pack beasts was as large as a warhound Titan, with a tattered metal saddlebag hanging from their swaying backs.

The howling orcs leaped and bounded as they operated the incomprehensible cannons, black smoke billowing up even before the shells left the barrel.

"Reload!" Under the fluttering white battle flag, the artillery regiment commander calmly gave the order.

The walls trembled again.

The heavy artillery positions opened fire.

Then came the second time, the third time...

The greenscreamed creatures roared as they drove their tattered steel pack animals forward, mercilessly trampling their own kind as they approached the city walls.

The green tide surged, its mouths wide open, rushing towards the city wall.

Jeremy raised his archaeological pistol and fired a beam of light collected from the planet's radiation layer.

A dazzling light flew into the dilapidated palanquin, burning a green-skinned man to ashes.

As the two boys frantically pulled out the molten iron lump, the "Singer's" ears twitched, and the crackling of thousands of laser guns joined together to form a strange yet memorable song.

They sang of discipline, strength, and courage.

The song contains anger.

Dense beams of light roared as they tore through green flesh, ripped open orcs, and felled them, turning them into a pulp at the feet of their own kind.

The first group to rush onto the city wall consisted of twenty-five orcs. They pushed their backpacks, which billowed smoke, and landed on the wall.

Less than a breath after they landed, bayonets pierced the eyes and throats of the shorter orcs.

The taller orc was pierced through the chest and legs by the swarming Valhalla people and kicked off the city wall.

Large numbers of green-skinned corpses piled up at the foot of the city wall, and foul-smelling liquid seeped into the ash soil.

Woo!
Hundreds of loudspeakers blared, and the green-skinned soldiers retreated in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

Jeremy's fingers kept clicking, and he watched with admiration as the Valhalla people maintained a relentless rate of fire.

The Valhalla punished the Greenskins' rage as they had punished their madness before. Hundreds of Greenskins fell, killed in a brutal volley of bullets.

Jeremy turned on the sound array channel, and his naturally loud voice rang out.

"Warriors of Valhalla, I salute you."

"Most of you are fighting for the first time, but you are not intimidated by the hideous aliens."

“I now believe that the praise you received is truly fitting: ‘Even the veins of the Valhalla are filled with ice and snow, just as it covers their home world.’”

The sound array channel was silent for a moment before the deep voice of the 12th Infantry Regiment Commander came through.

"Lord Jeremy, thank you for your praise."

Even when the Valhalla people triumphed and received praise from the shadow of order, they remained coldly self-disciplined.

"We Valhalla people are the most familiar with fighting green-skinned people."

“Every Valhalla person, regardless of gender, can kill two Greenskins.”

Jeremy couldn't help but recall the records he had seen when he was learning about the history of the Valhalla people.

A comet struck Valhalla, turning the entire world into an ice age. Residents were forced to dig into the underground ice layer to build new shelters, trying to get as close as possible to the Earth's core to enjoy its residual warmth.

The harsh living environment forged the indomitable spirit of the Valhalla people, enabling them to face and overcome any difficulties.

Before the establishment of the "Shadow of Order," a massive orcish Waaagh invasion of Valhalla took place.

The Valhalla people won a bloody and protracted victory through their perseverance and the advantages of their natural environment.

Therefore, they were determined to avenge the Greenskins, and they fought with the same bravery and tenacity they had shown when defending their homeland.

[Another landmark act of visionary insight by Lord Flamini.]
After Flamini took over as lord, he won the support of many merchant ronin families such as von Valensius, navigator families such as Vischer, and many star-speaker families, and obtained massive financial support.

He had already established a good relationship with Pat before Pat became the chief pastor.

The chapter has a higher-than-average number of priests and has also gained access to Lord Pat's political resources in Terra.

Pajako and other Terran elites injected funds and invested political resources.

The Cyclops Cluster has developed rapidly in less than a century, and several worlds, such as Mill, have become comparable to most of the Empire's industrial worlds.

His vision was widely praised within the legion.

He can spot every hidden opportunity and make good use of it.

Jeremy gathered his thoughts and continued.

"You have earned my respect."

"I will open the warehouse for you, and I will give you as much Ovija canned meat as you can eat."

“You will receive a fruit salad with every meal.”

Restrained cheers rang out sporadically on the sound array channel.

Before the shadow of order descended from the sky, the Valhalla people toiled in dark caves, cultivating nutrient-rich mud to sustain their lives.

This kind of food, which has no taste other than filling the stomach, is extremely precious in Valhalla.

It is even more precious than life itself.

Stealing even a handful of grains of rice can result in a death sentence.

After the shadow of disorder descended, the Valhalla people's food became more abundant, and they were able to eat cereal and other foods from time to time.

The auxiliary soldiers are treated better; they usually eat more delicious and nutritious porridge, and often receive canned Ovija meat, and occasionally canned tuna.

But now, they can enjoy delicious food, even fruit salad.

After the sporadic cheers subsided, Jeremy continued.

"After we drive the foul-smelling green skin out of this world, the cellar will be opened for you, and the wines sealed away forty-two years ago will belong to you."

"You may not know this, but the wines of Mill Star were made using winemaking techniques introduced from Primarch Fogrim's Byzantz."

"In the entire new district of Colony, there is no better wine than that of Mill Star."

"Drive away the green-skinned beasts and drink fine wine!" A roar echoed in the sound channel.

The sudden burst of cheers from the Valhalla people echoed throughout the sound array channel.

The greenskins who had set up camp put down their rudimentary tools, picked up their weapons, and looked toward the city of the shrimps.

The roar echoed over the orc camp.

More landers brought more greenskins, who gathered around the ugly flag.

Hundreds of rough symbols, each representing a tribe.

The massive, ugly warship spat out its enormous, ancient-looking body.

(End of this chapter)