Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 846 Khlav, the Originator, you have been caught in my conspiracy from beginning to end.
In a corner of the Ghoul Starfield, Lord Sanchez of the Seventh Chapter and Lord Wilshire of the Second Chapter boarded the Monarch Heavy Landing Ship together.

The black starship roared off the deck, and Sanchez looked out through the viewing window.

In the dim, empty space, black warships were exchanging fire with the surrounding Heraf warships.

Puffs of fire rose from the 20-kilometer-long alien warship.

The "Shadows of Order" have been transported to the alien warship and have begun the cleanup.

Sanchez raised his right hand and examined the bright red liquid in his palm, where specks of black, slag-like material floated to the surface.

The potion was bestowed upon the Black Emperor before his departure.

He did not take the gift immediately upon receiving it for the fifth time, because the Black Emperor required him to complete the conspiracy he had been asked to devise, capture the Origin of Heraf, and show off the complete conspiracy before he could take it.

Sanchez carefully placed the potion into the crystal box, and as the cold mist drifted by, the cylindrical storage device clicked shut.

"My lord, Lord Sanchez, we are about to arrive at the designated coordinates. Ten seconds left." Wilshire's pilot's voice echoed in the cabin.

Sanchez gently stroked the Brain Cat beside him. Given Lady Hera's skill in using psychic powers, he did not ride the Thunder Wolf King, but instead brought the Brain Cat, which could cast psychic spells.

"Three, two, one..."

As the sound faded, the Shadows of Order trembled in unison, feeling as if they had passed through an invisible gate.

The surrounding spacetime structure is subtly changing.

The mingled smell of rotting insects and decaying leaves seemed to shrink Astartes down to a microscopic level and plunge it into a spider's nest.

A psychic shockwave, like a thunderbolt, slammed into the pilots' minds, instantly shattering their maintained third layer of Thelma.

As the aftershocks burned fiercely in the pilots' minds, the psychological shockwaves made Wilshire and Sanchez tremble in the crew cabin.

In the dazzling light, clawed feet appeared out of thin air inside the cabin, and stiffened limbs, weathered by time, rose up.

“Sanchez.” The voice of the Originator resounded simultaneously in the Origin Space dimension and in Sanchez’s mind.

"Tell me, where did the blade covered with dense black patterns come from?"

As he spoke, his tendrils, a dark bluish-black, swirled around him.

Four standard Terra months had passed in the real world, but the death energy continued to erode his limbs.

The Originators speculate that any Heraf who is slashed by a blade will die instantly and age rapidly along the psionic link.

That is why he did not bring any Khlavs with him and came in person.

Even in the real world, only the Primarchs can contend with these Originators; the Custodians and Astartes are nothing more than trash to be slaughtered at will.

The Primal Space is their dimension, where they can fully unleash their power. Even the Primarch is nothing more than a lone wolf facing a lion, let alone Sanchez, a slightly special Astartes.

He was just a stray dog ​​waiting to be slaughtered.

The Origin had no doubt that he would get everything he wanted on this trip: the black knife and the secret, and the parasitic enslavement of Sanchez.

"Imprisonment agreement, activate!" Wilshire shouted.

Three crimson lights flashed instantly, and the overseers stepped forward in unison.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The giant mechanical feet slammed around the Originator, encircling and sealing off its surroundings.

The consciousness of the Originator of Hlav unfolds, examining the laughable source of confidence in the shadow of order.

His investigation was rejected by the logical processes composed of materials such as copper, silicon, and steel.

“Abominable thing!” the Originator said with disgust, for a form without any spiritual anchor was the racial curse of Helav.

His body, withered by the passing years, swelled up, and with a sweep of his right arm, he drew out a two-meter-long blade.

The shimmering subspace twisted and hissed.

The monitors' discs drooped down in unison, unleashing a waterfall of crimson light.

Three torrents of energy poured down, crashing into the Source Being's psionic shield from different directions.

Amid a series of ear-piercing explosions, the Source Being's body crackled and popped.

His withered left arm rose with dazzling ethereal light, supporting a ring.

The Source slowly raised its arm, erecting a psionic shield above its head.

He stepped toward a loathsome creature, his sword slashing diagonally.

Stab it!

The inescapable, supernatural friction sound penetrated Wilshire and Sanchez's Lyman ears, and drops of blood fell.

Just as the Originator was about to unleash a second attack, heavy footsteps sounded.

Amidst the heavy, mechanical footsteps, intelligent machines emerged from all directions.

The fearless mechs, as large as they were, walked between the legs of the warhound Titan, who was as large as the overseer.

It filled the gaps between the three supervisors.

Hundreds of robotic arms rotated in unison, unleashing a barrage of heat rays and gravitational bullets that shone with golden light, all hurtling toward the Originator at the center.

The surging energy storm engulfed the Heraf Source Being, instantly tearing apart the psionic shield and leaving the withered body dented and cratered.

"Damn it!" A faint, colorful light shone from the body of the Originator.

Just as he was about to teleport away, everything around him suddenly stopped.

The crimson light that had been falling ceased, the surging energy storm solidified, and the ethereal light stagnated.

In the silence, a syringe whistled through the air and shot into the withered skull of the Origin of Hlav.

The war crown of the Originator of Herav drooped limply, his ancient consciousness falling into a strange state of paralysis, and his etheric energy dissipated uncontrollably.

The frozen time fluctuated for a moment, and then that wretched Sanchez's voice rang out.

"Wilshere, I've caught him."

"Terminate the agreement!" Wilshire issued the order.

The crimson light faded, and the heat rays and gravity bullets, under the control of the intelligent machinery, veered at the last moment, grazing past the body of the Originator.

As the intelligent machine strode away, the "conspirator" approached the Origin of Khlav and, following the Black Emperor's orders, confessed his entire conspiracy plan.

“You should now understand that I deliberately injured you with a black knife in Indra Sur to lure you to me.”

The "conspirator" Sanchez briefly mentioned the conspiracies and traps he had set in the past, and then went on to describe in detail the conspiracy that had just occurred not long ago.

boom!
The massive body of the Primal Heraf crashed onto the deck.

"Your most powerful mental energy is useless against the intelligent machines brought by Wilshire, but their terrifying firepower can penetrate your psionic shield."

The "scheming manipulator" Sanchez crouched down and gently stroked the brain-bound cat, who lay limply on the deck, its mind linked to his.

"He unleashed his full psionic power, pausing time for me for a moment."

As the "conspirator" Sanchez got up, he took out the Static Storage Box.

"I used this instant to release the potion specially made for you by the chief pharmacist."

Sanchez learned from Mikel that he used the tentacles of the Originator obtained by the Black Emperor in Mspel as experimental subjects for research. After hundreds of experiments, he developed a drug that could anesthetize the Originators.

The base of the potion is the necrotic fluid of Sloth and the anesthetic injection of Nukelia, with the addition of dozens of other materials such as mandrake and the blood of Fenris' ice worm.

“Heraf Originator, you have been caught up in my conspiracy from beginning to end.”

As Sanchez spoke, he straddled the neck of the Heraf Originator with his left leg, glanced down at it, and then tilted his head back to drink the blood-like liquid.

The moment the potion entered his mouth, a blood-red mist filled Sanchez's world.

Amidst the uneasy hissing and screeching, hundreds of Hruds, shrouded in tattered cloaks, suddenly appeared.

Like a greasy scroll in a spacetime continuum, it struck Sanchez directly.

His armor looked as if it hadn't been maintained for centuries, and had become dull and lifeless.

The "scheming man" raised his hands, spiritually guiding two hundred fire crows to whistle and fly out, crashing down on the Hruds like precise cannonballs.

The first flock of fire crows shattered the shadowy curtain created by the entropy energy field.

The second flock of fire crows landed on the Hruds.

bang bang bang...

Amidst the exploding flames and fireworks, a figure suddenly appeared: Shlos, shrouded in a cloak of necrosis, raised the scepter of necrosis.

A crackling, eerie green light shot towards Sanchez.

The "conspirator" raised his right hand, and five fire snakes suddenly shot out, creating a blazing wall of fire around him.

As the "schemer" Sanchez faced one enemy after another in his illusions, the empty eyes of the Heraf Originator were fixed on the black-armored figure looking up.

I witnessed the "War of Heaven," the war between the Eldar and the Fearless.

I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless races, and I have fed on the lives of countless worlds, seizing all their memories and secrets.

At that moment, I was deceived by an ant.
Frustration filled the mind of the originator.

The Originator attempted to awaken his power and drive his mighty body, but there was no response.

[My people, my clan, the day of our demise has come sooner than expected.]
The fear of death eroded his ancient heart.

"You...you're despicable..."

The sound penetrated Sanchez's ears. The "scheming manipulator," who had been knocked away by the illusion of the Heraf Source, was now covered in blood and his body was suddenly filled with power.

His obsidian eyes turned iron black, and a blazing white spear materialized between his hands.

The "schemer" leaped into the air, his eyes fixed on the tendrils, and hurled his blazing white spear.

The Origin of Heraf shone with a brilliant light, and his body slid supernaturally.

The "blazing white spear" flew out with a whoosh and "precisely" struck the curled chin.

boom!
The head of the original being, Hlav, exploded.

The crimson mist dissipated, the illusion vanished, and the newly appointed "Reaper" looked down at the Originator lying on the deck.

“We will take him back and present him to our Lord.”

(End of this chapter)