Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 893 To hell with the Nicaea ban!
The Shadow of Reigns, Primarch Office.

Ninglu leaned against the throne and spoke to Thomas, the director of the think tank.

"To hell with the 'Nicaea ban'."

"All think tanks joined the battle, using telepathic communication to ensure our communications remained uninterrupted."

Thomas's eyes lit up. "Praise be to my Lord, you are as wise as ever."

With his last lingering doubts dispelled, the think tank director strode confidently out of the original body's office.

Ninglu walked toward the bedroom, and with one step, he entered the "Land of Chaos".

After taking his seat on the majestic throne in the fourth dimension, he spread his spirituality and touched Dementieva's spiritual sphere.

"You should immediately seek an opportunity to set off for Potsdam and meet with Maria."

Dementieva, Maria Kournikova, and other "pleasure witches," "witches," "instigators," and "assassins" all acted on his orders, spreading across dozens of worlds in the Akum-Sothos Cluster.

Dementieva knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture.

"Follow Your will."

Raindrops of black claws of terror shot from the fleet of "Shadow of Order," obscuring the Northern Hemisphere.

The coordinated combat timer simultaneously reset to zero, and a large number of pearl-white "Shadow Moon Wolves," a small number of "Emperor's Sons," and a rare number of red "Holy Blood Angels" airdrop pods also rapidly penetrated the atmosphere and plummeted towards the Southern Hemisphere.

The moment the Tenth Chapter's Fearclaw, etched with shadow roses, slammed into the atmosphere, the quiet clouds were suddenly activated by the "Shield Storm," churning and swirling.

Thick, heavy thunderclouds, layer upon layer, crashed against the claws of fear wave after wave.

The black mechanical claw spun like a top being whipped, but the locator firmly locked onto the center positioning point without the slightest deviation.

Crackling sounds...

Amid a series of explosions, the claws of terror slammed into the dry wood.

Boom boom boom!
The shockwave, carrying flames from the friction and burning of the thunderclouds, spread rapidly across the red sand, scorching and breaking off large sections of the tall stalks at the edge of the grassland.

Ramsey leaped to the ground and turned on his communicator.

Listening to the rustling sound, he said to Thomas, the director of the think tank who came to his side, "I need think tanks to keep their communications open."

“No problem,” Thomas, the “astrologer,” replied loudly, spreading his spiritual energy in all directions, covering an area of ​​three hundred meters centered on himself.

Using the "Hidden Voice" he had mastered during his time as the "Scroll Professor," he constructed a secret passage that included fifty members of the Honor Guard, including Ramsey and Tezuka Sasebo.

When he was the "Scroll Professor," and had fully mastered the power bestowed upon him by the Black Emperor, the maximum range of the passage he could create was eighty-five meters, and he could only connect a maximum of nine people.

The mind-based psychic also ascends to the second level of Magnus's mind, expanding their consciousness.

Puff puff……

A series of rising beams of spiritual light shot towards him and converged on his body.

Mellon, a psionicist and think tank member of the Tenth Warband, is the closest to this location, about five kilometers away as the crow flies.

Further away, scattered are think tanks that are even more adept at mind communication.

Thomas's gaze was deep, discerning the differences between two clandestine modes of communication within his isolated, solitary mind.

[Psychic energy has a wider communication range and can connect to more people.]

The "Hidden Voice" bestowed by our Lord is even more secretive, immune to psionic probes, and its passage is far more secure.
As Thomas pondered, Superman's brain simultaneously coordinated two networks: the close-range, small-scale communication network constructed by "The Hidden Voice" and the network covering the 35,400 people participating in the Tenth Warband.

He sorted through the chaotic images, forming an organized tactical visual system, and then transmitted it to Ramsey.

Thirty-five dynamic images flashed through Ramsey's mind as he established contact with his company commanders.

rustle……

Eighteen images, and the grassland trembles simultaneously.

Giant, eight-legged spiders, each three meters tall, leaped out of the grass.

Their four hind legs paddled rapidly, while their four front legs were raised high. Ramsey's gaze sharpened, focusing on the fourth company that Mellon was following.

The ten Shadow Order guards on the perimeter all raised their bedrock-type bomb guns and aimed them at the giant spider monster.

The diamond projectile bypassed the alien's armored chest, passed over the serrated armor covering its head, and struck precisely at the neck between the crown of its head and its limbs.

Boom boom boom...

The giant spider monster's head exploded, splattering white fluid everywhere.

The giant spider monster flailed its front legs wildly before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

During their voyage, the three participating warbands, under the shadow of order, learned about the giant spider monster from data distributed by the Father of Genetics.

Their bodies are covered in mottled, thick gray armor that can withstand multiple rounds of bomb attacks.

They have no eyes, and their crowns can withstand the disintegrating force field of the power sword, except for their necks.

Hundreds of alien bodies exploded with a bang, their four legs running wildly, knocking down grass stalks taller than a person, and crashing heavily to the ground.

Thomas looked around, his ever-present "eyes of secrecy" peering into the depths of the grass, and spoke a warning.

"One o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, six o'clock, eight o'clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock directions."

Thomas’s voice echoed in the minds of Ramsey and his fifty honor guards at the same time, and they all turned around.

The ticking sounded chaotically, as if hundreds of clocks were swinging and chiming at the same time.

A series of figures suddenly attacked, incredibly fast, far exceeding the speed of the Order Shadows of the Tenth Battle Group; they could only be seen as blurry, indistinct phantoms.

A giant spider monster swiftly leaped in front of an honor guard, its four front legs slashing down with a whooshing sound.

Each joint is fitted with a meter-long blade, encased in hard metal, capable of tearing through the Hades-type Terminator armor as easily as slicing through grass.

The honor guard was cut open, and flesh and blood were scattered diagonally.

suddenly!
Scattered flesh and blood flowed and spread like candles, coiling onto chitinous carapaces, all the way upwards, enveloping the giant spider monster's crown.

boom!
Flesh and blood exploded and tangled together in mid-air.

Blood and flesh dripped down, splattering onto the giant spider monster's chitinous body before tumbling and falling.

Clumps of flesh and blood seeped into the Hades-type Terminator.

The clumps of flesh and blood rapidly "solidified," outlining the body of the shadowy order, and sealing the cracks opened by the giant spider monster's blade.

The "Rose Bishop" took a step forward, raised his palm, and an illusory shadow blade appeared out of thin air.

It is very similar to the joint blades of the giant spider monster, only slightly shorter.

The bio-psychic Ramsay raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the giant spider monster's crown.

boom!
The charred head exploded, and the scattered flesh and blood flew toward Ramsey as if they were alive, clinging to his Hades-type Terminator armor.

He suddenly exploded into a pool of blood mist, his flesh and blood dragging his black armor as he lunged at another giant spider monster.

A deep shadow enveloped the giant spider monster, crushing and squeezing its gray carapace, which even the bomb gun could only do limited damage to.

The giant spider's broad, flat, wedge-shaped head trembled incessantly, and its mouthparts made an uneasy, ticking sound.

Silently, the mottled, heavy carapace was melted by the shadow controlled by the "shepherd" and stuffed into its body.

Ramsey's body slowly solidified, and as he looked around, the trembling of the grassland gradually subsided.

He turned his attention to the situation of his thirty-five companies, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

"The 14th Company is under attack by giant spider monsters. The 3rd Company is advancing towards the 9 o'clock position, and the 6th Company is advancing towards the 1 o'clock position to support them."

After Ramsey gave the order, he gave the order to the Honor Guard members: "Five o'clock."

(End of this chapter)