Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 849 Ryan can't defeat three Originators, I can kill four with just...

On the lower deck of the Shadow of the King, Ninglu established the fourth battlefield as Area XXXVI.

Stevens, a native of Catachan, asks for help from his "druid" Ivory Yovan to transform fifty decks into a world of dead plants resembling his home.

Stevens lay prone in the bushes, carefully observing his target.

As a seasoned "hunter" in Katachon, he understands the importance of careful observation of his prey.

In order to make his hunting plan a reality, he has moved between six decks, adjusting the information given to him by his father and the parasite encountered by Indra Sur to make it into a more powerful source within the source space.

The druid Ivors hides within the spiritually reshaped land of Katachon.

He personally went to Katachon to move the soil from the fifty decks to the lower deck.

Although the plants were declining in ways he couldn't comprehend, they were still growing faster than those in the agricultural worlds of the Empire, such as Ryan's.

The druid Aevos swam through the soil, activating his spiritual vision to focus on the Herav Source, a hundred meters ahead.

The colorful light surrounding his body suddenly dimmed and contracted, and the light emanating from his spirit body became mottled.

bang bang bang...

Among the shrubs, trumpet-shaped flowers suddenly burst forth.

Countless thorny tentacles shot towards the withered body.

Hit people with grass.

The most common and deadliest subspecies of the venomous bean in Katachán, and also the most adaptable.

They do not rely on the bizarre suddenness of Katachon; they can survive tenaciously in various worlds of the Milky Way, constantly searching for prey.

clap clap clap...

Highly corrosive chemical liquid splattered onto the psychic shield of the Originator.

Colorful light rippled, and the Origin of Hlav laughed.

"Shadow of Order, your foolish father has put you to death." The voice of the Originator was like the dry rustling of papyrus in the wind.

"He's making you face me only because he's afraid of us."

"You are the insect he abandoned!"

"Heretical!" Stevens' obsidian eyes blazed with fury, but being in the third level of the Thelma realm, he was not controlled by anger.

Instead of advancing, he retreated, knowing that his hiding place had been exposed.

Stevens was retreating rapidly when a psychic shockwave swept towards him, tearing his barbed tentacles to shreds and leaving them floating in mid-air.

The white liquid splattered and exploded into a cloud of chemical smoke with a bang, mixing with the colorful psionic smoke and making the fog thicker throughout the deck area.

The mixed gray, fluffy material drifted with the airflow.

A clump of fluff quietly drifted down onto the tendrils, unnoticed by the Origin of Heraf. With a slid of his right arm, he drew out a two-meter-long ethereal blade.

"The Schemer" Stevens raised both arms simultaneously, and as his right hand twirled, two fiery snakes shot out from the deck floor, twisting and intertwining to form a wall of fire.

After witnessing Sanchez's mastery of fire, Indra Sur has been working hard to hone his skills and has made considerable progress.

The warp of space tore through the air and struck the wall of fire.

boom!
Amidst the explosions, sparks flew everywhere, and the wall of fire twisted and scattered, yet it did not shatter.

"The Conspirator" Stevens flicked his left middle finger, and a rocket whistled as it struck the spot where the Source One's clawed right foot was planted.

Before entering the original space, a temperature-sensing trap is pre-installed and activated.

boom!
A blazing pillar of flame erupted, coiling around the withered right leg like a giant python.

Amid a series of ear-piercing explosions, the colorful light emanating from the psionic shield diminished from a blinding polar light to something resembling a rainbow hanging in the sky.

"You think your mere tricks can delay him until he comes to rescue you?"

The mocking voices of the Originator rose, and he raised his left arm.

A bolt of psionic lightning ripped through the mist and struck down.

The One of Origin saw lightning flashing and crackling in mid-air, and his chin whiskers swayed in disgust, emitting a mental pulse.

"Ninlu's despicable tricks have had a strange effect on me."

"Kill him now!"

Thought impulses permeated the air.

No response.

The originator was astonished, perceiving and discerning Hlav's mental network.

He could still vaguely perceive his own web of psychic energy and endure the constant impact of Hlav's death, but he could not sense any other mental networks.

Ninglu's words suddenly flashed through the mind of the Originator: "Area XXXVI is the fourth battlefield."

Battlefield Four?

Could it be an isolated battlefield?
This fourth battlefield may not be so simple.

The Origin One gathered his consciousness and examined himself from all angles with psychic energy. Suddenly, he felt that the etheric power he could grasp had decreased, his mental perception was limited, and even his physical body was somewhat weak.

He raised his left paw, grasped the five tendrils, and pulled hard.

Stab it!

The juice fell onto the source's left claw, burning like flames.

He clenched his fist tightly, and ethereal light rose up.

With a loud bang, crumbs fell from the withered hand.

On the battlefield, perhaps by eliminating the shadow of order, everything can be shattered.

The Source One's clawed feet stomped and its arms swung, unleashing streams of etheric flames.

"The Conspirator" Stevens raised his hands, and 780 sparks shot out.

Spiritual guidance led the flames, which intertwined and flowed, attacking the psychic flames from different angles.

Amid a series of short, explosive sounds, streaks of flame collided with the ethereal flames.

Each explosion sent Stevens flying backward.

bang bang bang...

Stevens' back slammed against the wall.

"Your end has come." The Originator took a step forward, and the warp distorted as it slashed down.

"Soon, it will be the turn of your genetic father."

The ethereal blade cleaved down, shattering the wall.

The explosive shockwave sent Stevens flying.

The One of Origin raised his hand, and with a thought, slammed his large hand against the wall. Boom!
The wall collapsed like an avalanche.

The Originator didn't stop, and before the flying debris could fall, he stepped onto the adjacent deck, shielded by his psionic energy.

As soon as his clawed right foot touched the ground, a flame was seen projected from the shadows of order and struck the ground.

The Originator glanced at the deck floor, which was quite different from the soil covered with growing plants that he had seen before.

The fossilized organic matter has accumulated into a strange, jagged structure, resembling the hardening of countless dead plants over thousands of years.

The fireworks crashed onto the petrified ground of organic plants, while cascading crystal blades roared up and swept across the land.

bang bang bang...

The storm of crystal blades slammed into the psionic shield with a crackling sound.

The shimmering psionic shield shattered and went out, the shockwave spreading out and sweeping away large shards of crystal.

The source's tendrils trembled uncomfortably as a gleaming glass grenade slammed down in front of him.

Ah!
Amidst the piercing scream, a tiny, translucent insect, no bigger than a grain of rice, leaped up and headed straight for his tendrils.

The Originator gathered its mental power and collided with the terrifying warp brain worm.

boom!
A supernatural collision erupted in the realm of the mind; in the blinding light, the Originator lost all perception of its surroundings.

A syringe flew over and hit the stiffened Source Being.

The primordial being, its withered body powerless, collapsed amidst the ruins of the wall.

Stevens strode over and spoke to the Source.

"You consider yourself extraordinary, having devoured countless worlds, yet you have completely fallen into my trap."

Following the orders of the Father of Genetics, he began to recount the entire plan to the captured Origin.

"The plan had two steps. The first step was a joint plan by me, Hasiknayan Khan, Tibo, Polti, and others."

"The father of genetics used himself as bait to lure you into the lower decks..."

"The second step is our individual plans. We will each capture our respective targets—the originators of Khlav—on our respective battlefields."

“How…bold…I…am the…hunter…” The voice uttered by the Originator was like a sedge that had been suppressed.

“Oh?” Stevens said defiantly, “But I captured you alive.”

He nodded to Ivory Yovan, who had come to his side and was wearing black armor.

“Each of us is building an environment in a pre-prepared battlefield area to realize our plans.”

“Mine is modeled after the homeland of Catachan… The decks you passed by before, I’m not just delaying you, the key is to slowly poison you.”

“You are not destroying the native species of Katachon, but rather the hybrid varieties of multiple plants.”

"When you were weakened to a certain extent and realized your body was frail, you panicked."

Stevens picked up a shard of crystal from the ground. "Of all the battlefields, this is the only place I completed all by myself."

"Did you know? The Shipbreaker Thorn has another name."

“We Katachans prefer to call it the Devil’s Fang, and only the strongest, well, or the most reckless dare to fight around it.”

"Their lethal damage can even easily tear apart the Terminator armor."

Stevens flicked his wrist, the crystal shards fell to the ground, and he pulled out a blood-red potion.

"The Devil's Fang shattered your psionic shield, and then I used the forbidden weapon of the 'Dark Ages'—the Glass Grenade."

"While the subspace brain worm paralyzes and stalemates you, I fire the anesthetic injection developed by the chief pharmacist..."

Stevens tilted his head back and drank the medicine his father had given him.

The medicine entered the mouth, and everything around faded and disappeared.

Gray Terminator armor enveloped his body, and the black battle axe blade gleamed with a chilling light.

“Listen up, kid. My name is Amlodi Skasen Skasenson, the Wolf Lord of the Fifth Company of ‘Space Wolves’.” Skasen’s tone was like that of an assassin, cold as ice.

“Amrodi Skasen Skasenson.” Stevens’ eyes turned an iron black as he repeated the whisper.

Katachon's fangs suddenly leaped out, his poisoned blade spinning.

boom!
His head hit the ground.

"I am no longer a weakling whom you can easily take my life!"

Moments later, after defeating one enemy after another that flashed through the illusion.

Stevens, who had defeated his last enemy and become the "Reaper" thanks to the remorse of the Originator, spoke to Ivor beside him.

“I have completed my lord’s task; it is time to grant you death.”

"The Reaper" Stevens' eyes turned iron-black as he stared at the tendrils, a ball of fire gathering at his fingertips and shooting out like a bullet.

Bang bang bang!
Three flaming bullets accurately struck the mandibular mustache.

The Source Being, utterly powerless and defenseless, died from the continuous "harvesting" attacks.

In the central area of ​​the lower deck, Ninglu always retained a portion of his consciousness to monitor the void, directing the "connected" space apes to repair the ape force field shield of the Shadow of Kings.

He suddenly felt the areas that had been hit by the fire fall into a long silence.

Around Nimrod, one by one, the Khlavs he hadn't managed to kill fell to the ground with a thud.

His consciousness spread outwards, and the shimmering light of the Hlav net ship quickly dimmed, like a neon light going out.

The death of the Originator, like the burning of promethium, caused the rapid demise of Hlav of the Nest Web.

Death also occurs in the real world.

The warp in the hands of the Herafs distorted, exploded, and disappeared. They then used a series of tiny teleports to rush towards the black-armored warrior's body, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

The twenty-kilometer-long, needle-like ships fell into a collective silence, like empty spider graves.

The shrieks of death echoed through the six star systems of the Ghoul Starfield and the Primal Space.

[Thirty-eight people have been promoted to "Harvesters", and there are nine more...] Ninglu's eyes suddenly narrowed as he pondered.

He noticed that on Battlefield No. 41, the "conspirators'" plan had failed, and the Originator had broken through the blockade of the intelligent machines and was heading straight for the Shadow of Order.

“Ninlu, your offspring, have killed my kin,” the Primal of Herav said in disbelief, his tendrils swaying.

"How...is this possible?" The original being who had fought against Angron looked around and saw a large number of Heraf screaming and dying.

In the eerie silence, Ning Lu also hovered in mid-air, having not yet killed the four Originators. He had intended to use them as a backup, to provide a safety net for the failed "conspirators".

But now, he must end the battle immediately in order to save his offspring.

"Chaos Mentor" Ninglu surveyed the four approaching Originators.

[Lyan can't defeat three Originators, but I can kill four with just...]
(End of this chapter)