Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 843 Heraf Titan Puppet

William Wood, the "Master of Puppets," had a thought and flicked his fingers.

The prophet's angel raised the spear of song high and hurled it forth.

The Titan Heraf suddenly grew to the size of a Warrior-class Titan.

He leaped into the air, creating a series of psionic explosions.

The silver spear, inlaid with shimmering gems and adorned with mysterious metal carvings, emitted a low hum as it whistled through the air.

The psionic prophet's eyes were deep, and the Spear of Song suddenly changed direction, spinning as it pursued the Titan Heraf.

The Titan Heraf suddenly shrank, shrinking to the size of a warhound.

call!
In the blink of an eye, the humming psionic spear grazed past the back of the Titan Heraf.

"Eldar prophet!" The Titan's head, and the tendrils of the pilot Heraf's head, swayed excitedly.

He learned from the Mind Web of the Origin that the Eldar had been their primary food source for a long time.

But shortly before his birth, after most of the Eldar perished, the Eldar were forced to include humans in their food supply due to their small numbers and the difficulty of hunting the survivors.

The Heraf Titan suddenly swelled to the size of an Emperor-class Titan, its psionic shadows shrouding the entire deck, and a chilling aura caused frost to cover a narrow strip three kilometers long and one kilometer wide.

The Honor Guard members captured the polymorph, a dense barrage of bullets mixed with plasma beams, which struck the swaying body and were immediately deflected by the multi-layered psionic shield.

The green plasma beam refracted and dispersed, disappearing silently into the darkness.

Helav ignored the shadow of order, his torso with thousands of arms rising and falling, his burning, elastic body twisting.

His arms no longer moved as supernaturally and subtly as they had in the etheric movement, but rather moved like plankton, his two arms piercing towards the prophetic puppet.

The Prophet's Marionette raised its arm emotionlessly, and a shimmering torrent of psionic energy swirled and surged, appearing out of thin air above the Titan Heraf.

The destructive molten flow poured down, and the devastating psionic energy pounded relentlessly against the swaying body.

On a supernatural level, waves of disillusionment surge, and everything around becomes distorted.

The outer shell of the psionic titan transformed into strange psionic crystals amidst a deafening explosion of ether.

Having completely detached from the original space and arrived in the real world, the Heraf Titan resembles a crystal-clear statue, shimmering with brilliant colored light.

Boom boom boom...

The Honor Guard members surrounded the Heraf Titan and opened fire fiercely.

The dense barrage of projectiles, amidst bizarre distortions, pierced the crystal body, exploding into bursts of psionic light and mist.

The body of the Titan Heraf was both shimmering and burning.

He was hurt by being frozen in the real world; his fragile anger and hatred, like flames in a furnace, burned fiercely amidst the structural tremors.

Suddenly inspired, the five "fortune tellers" quickly moved away.

The psionic flames were faster than their intuition and premonition, instantly engulfing the two black-armored figures within a 500-meter radius.

Amidst the crackling and popping sounds, the shadow of order was burned into two ominous wisps of smoke.

A dozen or so "clowns," before their brains could process the inspiration, followed their instincts and sped away.

Amidst the bursting fireworks, giant hands seemed to chase after the black-armored warriors.

The "clowns" nimbly dodged the psionic fireworks, sometimes leaping and rolling to the left and sometimes to the right.

Amidst the raging psionic firestorm in Hraf, the "magicians" did not dodge. They teleported and flashed through bursts of fire, firing and then disappearing in "flame leaps" to avoid the psionic impact.

The solidified arms of the Titan Heraf were raised high, about to swing down, when suddenly their thoughts froze, and they hovered in mid-air.

The pilot, Heraf, focused his consciousness, abandoning the tempting Prophet's Puppet food and the repulsive Black Armor Warrior, and examined himself.

He still found nothing, neither in body nor in mind.

Just as Hlav was about to examine himself further, a sharp shock suddenly entered his mind.

boom!
The prophetic puppet's "mental struggle" struck like a heavy hammer, shattering Hlav's thoughts, and he even forgot the strange influence.

The "Master of Puppets" appeared silently in a burst of flame as the crystal body's head exploded. He manipulated the threads of the spirit body to gain initial control over the pilot, Heraf.

Amidst the bursting psionic smoke, the Titan Heraf staggered.

Arms swung, etheric tides surged and churned, and amidst the booming sounds, dense psionic lightning cascaded down like a waterfall.

With a short, loud explosion, the four "clowns" exploded, and the Hades-type Terminator and the body inside were scorched with ominous marks.

The "magicians" leaping out of the flames were struck by the falling psionic lightning.

bang bang bang...

The black armor turned into paper figures and was torn to shreds amidst the explosion.

The "magicians," who relied on "paper doppelgangers" to evade the psionic lightning attacks, appeared out of thin air all around and continued to bombard the Heraf Titan.

William Wood, the "Master of the Puppet," used the mind interference of the Prophet's Puppet to circle around the head of the Titan Heraf, gradually bringing the black, illusory threads that had seeped into Heraf's body under his control.

Each of Heraf Titan's psionic attacks can destroy the lives of several Shadow Order members, but the intervals between his attacks are getting longer and longer.

Suddenly, the arm wreathed in psionic flames stopped abruptly, and the Titan Heraf stood frozen in place.

The "Master of Puppets" stood atop the shimmering crystal head, opening the sound channel: "Cease fire!"

The Shadow Order of the 12th Regiment obeyed their lord's orders and swiftly put away their weapons.

After standing frozen for a few seconds, the Titan Heraf straightened up, his body, which had been confined to the real world by the Prophet's Marionette, gradually becoming ethereal.

The solidified body became dynamic again, and the Emperor-class Titan shrank rapidly, shrinking to the size of a knight mech in an instant.

William Wood, the "Master of Puppets," leaped and landed on the ground, staring at the second puppet in front of him.

Titan Heraf slowly bowed, "Master!"

At the same moment William acquired the Heraf Titan, after slaughtering four thousand Ultramarines and their Chapter Masters, the Originator who clashed with Angron in the real world instantly aged five million years.

He gazed at the psionic flames burning on the web of the lair. With the death of the Titan Hlav, the nexus, the entire branch had lost its anchor and fallen apart like a spiderweb torn from its web.

Inside the 20-kilometer-long net boat, the Khlav warriors, in a state of combat, struggled in agony, their limbs rife with pain, and died in agony, screaming.

Every scream of death ignites the soul of the Originator.

Herav depends on the existence of the Originator, but he will also wither away if he loses his individual members.

The war crown, perfectly geometrically shaped, atop the head of the Originator Heraf twisted amidst the shifting energies, and his multi-jointed limbs contorted, suppressing the immense psionic feedback pressing down on his body.

The original being's body convulsed, and its tendrils rapidly dimmed, withered, and then fell off.

The weakened Origin spoke with a long, drawn-out voice: "Shadow of Order, Ninglu."

(End of this chapter)