Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 845 The arrogant and foolish Ninglu could not have foreseen that he would face fifty-one world termins.

The net ship marked D-52 is called "Shadow of Order".

The steam emanating from the teleportation dissipated into the corridor, while the unsettling stench from inside the Heraf ship seeped through the breathing grilles and into the nostrils of Lord Adams of the Fourth Chapter and the members of the Honor Guard.

Having walked the paths of "corpse collectors" and "grave diggers," and having been tempered in even more putrid regions, they showed no discomfort whatsoever.

The gatekeepers' iron-clad Terminator armor seemed to be surrounded by countless shadowy figures, layer upon layer, deep and cold.

Adams was suddenly struck by inspiration, and he abruptly raised his right arm.

The "gatekeeper's" palm cracked open, and in an instant, an illusory light burst forth in front of him, then began to spin rapidly around a single point.

The light collapsed inward, forming a slightly blurry double bronze door.

The bronze gate is covered with mysterious patterns, giving it an indescribable sense of deathly stillness and profoundness.

Squeak!

As the gate swayed, a crack appeared, revealing boundless darkness, like a deep night sky.

A hurricane, cold enough to freeze an ordinary person to the bone, suddenly appeared, and dark green vines with faces attached stretched out.

The withered palms, cracked and covered with teeth, opened and closed, sometimes screaming, sometimes laughing.

Amid the commotion, the right half of Adams' upper body rapidly became illusory, as if it had transformed into a vengeful spirit.

His arms and forearms kept extending, and the limbs that appeared out of thin air spread rapidly like building blocks.

Amidst a piercing scream, a pale hand reached for Lady Hera's whiskers, which appeared out of nowhere.

As Adams became the "gatekeeper" during the Sonnem 8 incident, the evil spirit that had willingly entered his body appeared, causing Hlav to feel numb all over and his body to seem frozen.

The swift Khlav offered no resistance; his pale hand had already grasped the swaying tendrils beneath his head.

Khlav's body withered rapidly, becoming as weak as if he had not been parasitized and fed for thousands of years.

The greenish-blue slime dripped onto the bat-shaped body, instantly turning it into a dried-up corpse.

The pale arm retracted rapidly, while hundreds of other arms inside the bronze gate swung wildly, but none dared to approach.

As the bronze gate swallowed Khlav, who was the first to emerge, the "gatekeepers" either tapped their foreheads or opened their palms to open the gates of the underworld.

One after another, the evil spirit of Hlav, with its withered bat wings and swaying tendrils, leaped out from the bronze gate.

Their bony wings flapped, and they pounced on the living beings who were similar in appearance but several times larger in size.

"Shameful blasphemy!" The Heraf roared and shrieked in fury, unleashing waves of psionic storms from their extermination carbines.

Colorful etheric waves shot out and struck the body of a Heraf.

boom!
The evil spirit Hraf's body exploded, its aura weakened, and its form grew increasingly dim.

His eyes were fixed on the living, his gaze filled with venom, and he let out a scream of resentment.

Heraf responded to the evil spirit with a piercing scream, a hateful psychic scream that echoed through the narrow deck.

The dark blue light of the dead mingled with the colorful ethereal light as they collided, and the tendrils of the Heraf withered one by one.

Amidst the hissing sound, a Hlavic evil spirit silently appeared beside the living being who was firing an extermination carbine and emitting a psionic scream.

He swung the greenish-blue, warp-like blade of death in his hand, aiming for the junction of his right wing and spine.

Herav put away the Extinction Carbine, his body spinning, and as he made a grasping motion with his right claw, ethereal light shone.

He swung the warped subspace he had created, slashing at the incoming venomous blade.

The two blades collided, producing a piercing explosion.

The shockwave hurled Helav away. The strength and agility of his undead kin remained terrifying. His right arm, twisted by the warp, was gripped by strange energy that was corroding his body and mind.

In his tens of thousands of years of life, he had never encountered such a strange energy; the most similar one was the corrupted Khlav. Before Khlav could regain his footing, his body was suddenly seized and embraced by the withered arms of the dead who had just been howling at him.

The deceased's body twisted and contorted, more flexible than when he was alive, tightly locking his multi-jointed body.

Another evil spirit, Hlav, followed closely behind, wielding a dark blue-green blade and mercilessly slashing at Hlav.

The venomous blade struck the psionic shield, producing a piercing explosion.

Hlav's body thrashed wildly, his right arm bent, as he repeatedly unleashed psionic strikes behind him.

bang bang bang...

The evil spirit of Hraf's body was shattered, slapped until it was crooked, and twisted and entangled, yet it never loosened its arms, as if it felt no pain.

He grew increasingly resentful, and the tendrils of his withered branches pierced the back of the living man's head.

"what!"

The venomous scream pierced Khlav's brain and seeped into his soul.

Heraf's body stiffened, and then the venomous blade struck his strangely tightened forehead.

A "gatekeeper" raised his pale hand, pointed it at the body of the recently deceased Khlav, and whispered the "words of the dead."

As he chanted, Khlav's lifeless eyes ignited with a bluish-black light, and the evil spirit, its body loosened, did not fall, but staggered toward the bronze gate.

He had only walked a meter to the gate when long, dark green vines eagerly stretched out and pulled him inside.

Death Lord Adams looked around and nodded slightly.

[My battle group grows stronger with each battle.]
At first, the "Gatekeepers" and "Necromancers" could only rely on numbers to besiege Heraf.

But with each victory, the situation changed dramatically.

The six homeworlds of the Ghoul Starfield, due to their overlap with Lady Hera's primordial space, have undergone drastic changes in their spacetime structure. The souls of the dead mostly reside in these places, creating opportunities to enslave evil spirits.

As they enslaved one Hlavic vengeful spirit after another, the power of the undead driven by the "Gatekeeper" and the "Necromancer" increased dramatically.

As Adams led the Honor Guard to continue their attack on Heraf and build up their strength, Nimrod received a report from San Diego Bergkamp.

The demon-type psionicist successfully located and pinpointed the entrance to the Origin Space within the vast star field of six star systems in Lady Hera's home world.

Ning Lu was overjoyed.

[Thus, the opportunities to use the prophecy dice for divination were soon saved.]

It's time to launch the final battle.
While he was thinking, he turned on his communicator and issued the order.

"Seventh Battle Group, all Royal Viscounts, proceed to the entrance to the Origin Space."

"The intelligent machines of the second battle group are ready to launch attacks and provide support at any time."

As Ninglu gave the order, one after another, the black warships broke away from the original battle and headed in the same direction.

The unusual activity on the Shadow of the Throne quickly caught the attention of Muspel and the Originator who had fought the Great War of Angron and whose War Crown had been shattered.

Their tentacles swayed, and with each thought, waves of emotion spread through their minds, reaching fifty Source Beings.

“Ninlu has discovered the entrance; we must act immediately to stop him from attacking our homeland.”

An aged voice rang out, and the Originator who had appeared in Indra Sur was the first to speak.

“You all go and deal with him together. I’m going to seek revenge on his Reaper Lord and get an answer.”

“Go then.” The Originator whose War Crown had shattered said hatefully, “The arrogant and foolish Nimrod could not have foreseen that he would be facing fifty-one World Enders.”

(End of this chapter)