Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 871: Covered in Netherworld-type flesh and blood armor, its defensive power is even stronger than that of the Iron Cavalry type.

The Infernal-class battleship, with its Vicious Claws-like tubes spewing out boarding torpedoes, carrying Terran assassin elites, flew toward Stargate 42.

bang bang bang...

An elite hunter repeatedly rammed his head against the restraint device, causing the terracotta to vibrate with each impact.

The soldiers behind him let out mocking laughter, laughter tinged with despair.

"Ler has started banging his head again."

Ler turned his head stiffly; there were no dark eyes or irises in the helmet visor.

His sunken eyes stared blankly around him, the blood staining the rocks of the hillside.

The dancing runes on the helmet visor brought Lehr's consciousness back to the real world from the illusion, restoring focus.

"I'm about to die."

His icy tone instantly cooled the heat radiated by the thermally fused array on the torpedo bow.

Click!

As Lehr broke free of the seatbelt, hot streams of flame meandered from the sides of his backpack and poured into the barrels of his dual-wielded guns, accompanied by the mechanical beeping of the electronic runes.

He leaped out amidst the pungent smell of sealant and hot metal, and as soon as the aiming rune bounced off his helmet, he pulled the trigger.

call!call!
Leer raised his arms, and two streams of flame shot out.

The heat rays struck two enemies charging towards them from either side, instantly igniting them and burning them to ashes.

Fireworks splashed, igniting the surrounding enemies.

The guard screamed as he spun his laser gun, the beam shooting at the curved reinforcement layer on the front of the assassin-type elite armor, scorching it with scorch marks.

The Assassin Elite Armor is a modified version of the Mark II Expeditionary. It is heavy and slow, which is not accepted by most Dark Raven Guards, but it is the favorite of Assassin Elites.

With a sweep of his arms, Lehr unleashed a burst of explosive mist that incinerated the soldiers in the base corridor into plumes of steam.

Amidst the piercing alarm, the elite assassins scattered and pounced on their respective targets. Lehr knew the approximate locations of the others by glancing at the thumbnails in the corners of his eyes.

He strode forward, advancing alone into the crackling beams of light.

The minds of the assassin elites have long been destroyed by the killing; they never cooperate in battle, which is one of the few common habits between the Terrans and the Saving Starborn.

Leer walked through the two-hundred-meter-long passage, stepping over fragments of corpses and tar residue. When he saw the alloy gate, four green runes had disappeared from his thumbnail.

Dense red runes suddenly flooded the tactical interface. Behind the gate was an enemy defensive strongpoint, a node in the "X"-shaped passage.

boom!
Lehr burst through the alloy gate and saw an armed platform standing in the center of the circular area.

The sapphire energy field cuts diagonally into the ground, turning the entire area into a deep blue sphere.

The cannon barrel, flashing rapidly with a scarlet light, cast deep red dots all around it as it rotated to aim at him.

The eyepiece's aiming rune aperture rotated rapidly, positioning the force field generator at the top and the sensor imager on the ring device, respectively.

Leer raised his arms, and two blazing rays shot out.

Pong!
The blue light cannon exploded into two strings of bubbles, crackling and bursting forth.

The bionic prosthetic eye exploded into a shockwave, and the turret rolled around, scattering streaks of flame haphazardly.

Just as Leer was about to unleash his firepower, he detonated the force field generator on the defense platform, and a rumbling mechanical sound filled the air.

As the ring device spun rapidly, the two prosthetic eyes crossed and struck Ler's armor.

The erratic cannon barrels whistled and slid, rotating in opposite directions, their bursts of dazzling red light blinding him.

The curved breastplate of the assassin-type elite armor exploded into clusters of fragments, which flew in all directions.

Leer's body was sent flying, crashing into the broken gate.

[I'm really going to die.] The thought flashed through Leer's mind. He smiled, raised his arms, and unleashed a jet of flame from his incendiary gun at the defensive platform. Boom!
Leer straightened up and looked toward the source of the impact.

He saw a strange, enormous body crash into the defensive platform.

On the black body, clumps of flesh exploded into blood mist amidst the booming sound of the energy field.

The massive chainsaw he wielded, with its motor-driven teeth, made a sound even quieter than any weapon in the hands of an ordinary person.

If his Lyman's ear hadn't still been functioning properly, he would have been almost unable to detect sounds.

Lehr rose from the ground, his dark eyes fixed on the chainsaw sword, then he saw the rolling blade enveloped in a thick shadow.

With each toothed blade rolling, the sound of rotation was silently swallowed up.

Stab it!

The chainsaw sword silently sliced ​​through the protective force field, tearing a huge gash in the wall of the defense platform.

The crimson armor covering the underworld is made of flesh and blood, and its defensive power is even stronger than that of the Iron Cavalry type. The Iron Cavalry type cannot break through the defensive force field head-on.

Is the shadow that breaks the force field also psionic energy? As Lehr pondered, he recognized that the black armor revealed after large pieces of flesh had been shed was that of the Hades-type Terminator.

[Shadow of Order, Tenth Chapter.]
"Rose Bishop" crashed into the defensive platform, wielding a chainsaw sword shrouded in shadow, and slashed out in a spinning motion.

The shadowy, sharp teeth bit into the bulletproof armor, sending a chill down the guard's spine.

His body was stiff and he couldn't move, numbly watching a shadow pass across his abdomen.

boom!
With a short, sharp explosion, the guard's body was sliced ​​into pieces, each piece of flesh looking as if it had been taken from the freezer.

The "Rose Bishop" took a step forward, his flesh slamming against the black armor.

He exuded spirituality, his flesh bursting open and covering his black armor.

The chainsaw sword spun, its crimson hue coiling around his body like a giant python, layer upon layer.

"Rose Bishop" crashed out of the defense platform, and the Hades-type Terminator was covered with fourteen layers of flesh and blood armor.

As Leer gazed at the enormous figure covered in flesh and blood, a chill ran down his spine, and he wondered if he was still in a hallucination.

His two hearts beat in sync with the blood-red figure, and his dark eyes turned crimson.

Lehr's breathing became heavy, and he took large strides, ready to rush forward.

"Your armor is shattered; you should not continue fighting."

A smooth, delicate hand landed on his right shoulder, and Leer's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Leer was startled and turned to look.

The black-armored warrior's face was sharply defined, like a marble statue.

“I am Ramsey.”

Ramsey's obsidian eyes were deep, and he could tell that the elite assassin before him was suffering from hallucinations.

"You must temper your mind and not indulge in illusions."

"I've heard that some Raven Guards have ultimately defeated the Ashblind. I hope you can do the same."

Leer watched the tall figure disappear into the distance, his dark eyes gleaming. He slowly turned and walked away.

Ramsey strode forward, following the winding passageway up the intersection, until he reached the outer layer of Stargate No. 42.

He looked around and saw that one after another, Hades-type Terminators, surrounded by flesh and blood shields, were charging toward the steel fortress.

Their flesh and blood armor was shattered by the defenders, but the flesh and blood on their backs surged and condensed into layers of flesh and blood shields on the front of the underworld-type armor.

The "Rose Bishops" braved the barrage of fire, eliminating enemy strongpoints one by one, and then rebuilding their armor with the flesh and blood of the enemy.

(End of this chapter)