Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 765 That flag looks pretty durable, I'll take it.
The Cyclops Cluster, the ruined city of Mill Star is filled with a stench, and has been turned into a livestock pen.

Reverend Jeremy's black armor was covered in blood and grime.

Except for the legion insignia on the chest, which was deliberately maintained and remained clean, the rest of the body was covered with thick green grime.

As commander, he had not removed his armor for 347 standard days, and his armor servants had been thoroughly cleaning it.

Thirteen days ago, the city wall area was completely lost.

After that, he even had to change the batteries in his power backpack on-site.

The stench had enveloped the industrial city, thick with ammonia, so much so that the last batch of Ovida canned goods, when opened, emitted a strange, putrid smell, making it impossible to tell whether they had just been contaminated with fungi.

boom!
Jeremy looked in the direction of the loud noise and saw a colossal creature four heads taller than any orc he had ever seen.

On the banner behind him were ten trophies—the heads of the Shadow of Order.

Six people were wearing helmets, with their eyes bulging out of goggles.

The four skulls are sunken inwards, and the cheekbones protrude.

He crashed into a crack in the city wall that three orcs could pass side by side, and got stuck inside.

His eyes were quite different; one was scarlet, and the other was dark green.

Huge bronze fangs were welded onto the serrated metal chin.

His body was like a metal cylinder, and his metal arms reminded Jeremy of his first battle.

The Basmemanic people who invaded the new district of Kolonid during the Second Randan War.

A powerful metal beast.

The beast swept its arms across, causing the city walls to tremble violently and concrete to scatter in a shower.

The Shadows of Order seized the opportunity, raising their bedrock-type bomb guns and aiming them at the beasts.

The diamond projectile struck the metal casing of the orc warlord Gujuji, producing a dull thud.

The explosive grenade struck his throat, and a burst of flames erupted.

With a roar, the beast smashed through the city wall with its left arm, and six explosive guns were bound together in a trumpet shape.

The machine spirit roared stubbornly and began to turn slowly.

Boom boom boom...

The beast's body swayed back and forth, causing sparks to fly from the friction against the city walls on both sides.

The two shadows of order died, pulverized into a gooey mass by savage weapons.

The pharmacist glanced at it and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​recycling the gene seed.

On the priest's tactical network, only twenty-nine black runes of the Shadow of Order remain.

He deployed half of the Shadow Order in the main city, and at the most optimistic estimate, no more than ten of the other missing industrial complexes still had their fighting brothers remaining.

The priest pressed the activation rune, and the energy field crackled and flickered.

He turned on the sound array channel, and his voice was loud and clear.

"Bros!"

"How dare those green-skinned people defile our city and trespass on the sacred land we built and protected!"

"They have disrupted our order, and the Primarch will not tolerate such a crime!"

The energy field's last bit of energy was completely extracted, and the light stabilized.

The "singers" sang at the top of their lungs: "Brothers, run!"

"Alien hybrids, come forth and die in blood and fire!"

"For the shadow of order! For the father of genes!"

Jeremy leaped forward first, his archaeological pistol spitting out the last stream of molten material collected from the planetary radiation layer.

A light as bright as a star rose up.

The beast's shoulder exploded, sending a spray of green flesh mixed with metal flying.

The orc warlord Virgil's red and green eyes, like two different people's eyes, crossed and crookedly fell on the black-armored shrimp.

With a roar from Brother Gao and Brother Mao, the piston motor in their right arm hummed and spun, and the mechanical giant claw smashed through the city wall with a bang, reaching for the head of the black-armored shrimp.

Jeremy ducked to avoid it, and the Scepter of Truth swung violently, smashing into his obese belly.

boom!
The staff struck the adamantite pillar as if it had been slammed down, and Jeremy's right arm immediately went numb.

bang bang bang...

Black smoke billowed from Leo Ku's exhaust pipe as his pincers gripped Jeremy's shoulder, lifting the Shadow of Order up like a crab catching a small fish.

As the black armor shattered, the shadows of order followed closely behind, bombs exploding and striking the orc warlord's steel body.

Boom boom boom...

A series of red streaks appeared amidst Jeremy's yellow warning runes.

He forced his right arm to slide and smash it against the helmet.

The out-of-control arm slammed onto the leader's flag, the force field hissed and tore the flagpole apart, and the heads of the ten shadowy figures of order slid down, pulling the other half with them.

boom!
When the old flag fell, the nearby green-skinned soldiers immediately let out a surprised roar.

Their warlord, the powerful orc warlord Virgil, is dead?

The Valhalla people immediately seized the opportunity, rushed out of their bunkers, and fired in volleys.

The laser beam swept over the green-skinned people like a tidal wave, driving them out of the city in an instant.

Virgil's green eyes slid behind him as he roared, "I'm not dead!"

"Charge! Anyone who dares to run, I'll crush their head!"

"Waaagh!"

Virgil's eyes were bloodshot, Leo Ku's exhaust pipe roared and vibrated, and black smoke rose.

The pincers suddenly clamped down, and the Mark III power armor deformed and twisted under the pressure.

The warning icon abruptly stopped, and the armor shattered with a bang.

The pincers ripped off the head, along with the shoulders and neck.

The shepherd's staff drooped limply.

Snowflakes are drifting.

Mill Star welcomed its first snowfall of 955.

Jeremy's body crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his neck, a deep crimson, spurting out like a fountain. The scalding blood, like a water gun, pierced through the drifting snowflakes and splashed onto the shepherd's staff.

The staff was stained bright red.

Virgil held the spoils high and roared.

“Waaaaaagh!”

"Waaaaaagh!" The beast tide roared and surged into the city like a tidal wave.

They rushed to get there.

The fart demons in the killing jar were especially frenzied, howling as they stomped everything in their way into a pulp.

Shrimp, orc.

The Valhalla people in the front row raised their guns and fired in unison.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth rows should find the nearest collapsed wall to cover the retreat to the bunker.

Snowflakes fall, covering the corpses of those in the shadow of order, but the Valhalla people will still resist the green tide.

Their memories were awakened.

During the long winter, we fought an endless bloody battle with the green-skinned cars.

Virgil turned and smashed through the city wall, glaring angrily at the old banner.

He raised his giant steel foot and kicked a tech kid to the ground.

boom!
The earth was stained red with pus and blood.

boom!
His head hit the ground.

"Plug it in for me!"

The young technicians hurriedly stuck their heads into the flagpole, and amidst the banging and tapping, they started another section.

They climbed up the city wall and planted the old flag on the ancient giant base, which was leaning against the dilapidated city wall.

Virgil shook the old flag with eleven heads of the Shadow of Order stuck in it, snorted, and slowly turned around.

Suddenly, two points of light, one bright and one dim, shone into his eyes.

His scarlet left eye was fixed on the black-armored figure with golden wings on its back.

"The tinplate is mine."

His green right eye looked at the smaller figure holding the battle flag, bathed in the light of dawn.

"That flag looks pretty durable, I'll take it."

Virgil smashed through the city wall, his massive steel feet stomping on the ground as he charged toward the light.

Three murder pots, noisily spinning circular saws, cleaved the house.

Amidst sparks flying, the entire house was sawed into several pieces.

Amidst the buzzing sound, two Valhalla people were tragically torn into a pool of blood mist.

The six survivors rolled around to avoid the danger.

boom!
With a loud bang, the light of dawn suddenly rose.

The Valhalla people stared in astonishment at the center of the light, where the black-armored giant knelt on his left knee and planted his broad, straight greatsword in front of him.

Amidst the piercing screech, the terrifying circular saw roared in, the massive iron pincers slammed down, and the long-barreled spear boomed.

The light of dawn shone brightly, forming an invisible wall beside the black-armored giant.

The devastating attack crashed into the invisible wall, producing a piercing thud.

Despite the crashing sound, the giant remained motionless, like a statue.

The shadow of order!

The Valhalla people recognized him from his paint job, but they still found it incredible.

They had never seen such a powerful person, not even in the shadow of order.

Could he be Lord Ninglu?

No! There are no golden wings!

Gur Gur suddenly stood up, dressed as the "Guardian" in the prototype of the Saturn-shaped Terminator, only slightly shorter than the Killer Jar.

He kicked the killing jar on the left away, and the psionic greatsword forged by Master Kasser shone brightly, striking the top of the killing jar on the right.

boom!
The killing jar hissed and exploded, scattering its cobbled-together parts.

As the "Guardian" attacks, the defense is correspondingly reduced, and the circular saw hisses as it presses against the invisible wall, emitting a piercing tearing sound.

boom!
The iron clamps smashed through the dawn wall formed by the "guardian".

Gurgur spun the blade, and the blade pierced into the iron can in front of him with a hiss.

He strained his right arm, trying to pull the blade out.

With a humming sound, the blade collided with the piston engine.

Amidst the explosion, the kicked-over killing jar wobbled to its feet, wielding a circular saw and hacking at the legion's battle flag.

Gül-Gül roared in anger, and when he received the battle flag from the Black Emperor, he swore an oath.

He will protect the legion's battle flag with his life, and safeguard the sacred banner bearing the name "Ninglu".

The Guardian released the psionic blade, and a dazzling "Sword of Dawn" appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

He knelt down on one knee and shouted, "Protect!"

The morning light suddenly coalesced on the wall, tearing at the teeth of the circular saw.

The "Sword of Dawn" suddenly shattered, sending up fragments of light.

The flashing, violent blades of light, under the control of the veteran "Dawn Knight," did not fly towards the Valhalla people behind him.

The Valhalla people stared in disbelief as the morning storm tore apart the murder jar wielding its circular saw.

A blade tore through his chest, a giant sword lodged inside, and a murder jar lay askew.

The screaming fart sprite fell and was torn into a pile of shreds.

Gurgur stood up and drew his psionic sword.

The "Shadow of Order" flag bearer holds the flag high.

"attack!"

(End of this chapter)