Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 895 The Holy Blood Angel Jumping Assault Squad Becomes Food for Flying Creatures, or Are We Wind-Clad Ones Better at Flying?

Lord Szesny of the Ninth Legion, after defeating an attack by a group of giant spider monsters with his honor guard, discovered an astonishingly large open area in the grassland.

Before the exposed red sand covering tens of square kilometers, no grass stems could take root.

Szesny suddenly stopped. The hundreds of top-quality gold alloy plates of the custom-made Hades-type Terminator spun around. He nimbly bent down and picked up a triangular, slightly curved piece of stained glass.

It is smooth and rounded, with machined dents around its edges.

The visor of the Astartes helmet, Mark III steel type.

Not the pattern of the Shadow of Order... Holy Blood Angels, three companies led by Fromm.

"Alert!" Szesny's gruff voice carried on the wind.

He looked up sharply at the sky, where a fierce "shield storm" was gathering overhead, and furious lightning bolts darted through the thick clouds like giant pythons.

"Dodge!" Szesny shouted.

As soon as he gave the order, streaks of forked lightning ripped through the sky and struck down.

The pale yellow, piercing light stained the sky with a dim yellow hue, brutally lashing out at the shadows of order.

A fierce wind swept through the bodies of the "Wind Chosen Ones," silently enveloping their Netherworld-type Terminator armor.

The hurricane took shape rapidly, propelling the "wind-lovers" into the air.

Crackling sounds...

The explosive, roaring currents cleaved deep trenches and blasted scorched, blackened craters into the red sand.

The storm overhead grew increasingly violent, pressing down like Mount Tai.

Nicholas, the storm-type psionicist, raised his arms, and Fenris's frost runes soared into the air.

Boom boom boom...

Thunder and storm collided a thousand meters in the air, rumbling and creating ripples.

The ripples crashed to the ground like javelins, melting the red sand into translucent, molten pits.

Tick-tock...

The giant spider monster's mouthparts sang in unison, and thousands of alien creatures flapped their long, transparent wings and descended from the sky.

Their rapidly vibrating wings emitted a series of ear-piercing roars, completely unaffected by the thunderclouds.

"Ocean Singer" Szesny glided lightly through the air, dodging more than a dozen pale yellow streaks of lightning, and looked around.

The flying giant spider monsters are much larger than their ground counterparts, with their four blade-like forelegs clustered together in front of their chests, resembling chilling iron hooks.

They formed a rapidly shrinking gray ring, attacking from all directions.

[You can fly, and so can we.]
"The Mask of Rage!"

The enraged warriors, dodging the lightning, felt their hearts pound, their blood flow accelerate, and their adrenaline surge.

"Whoosh!" The ragers skillfully donned the "Rage Masks," unlike when they received their titles on the main planet Behentem during the "Second Randan War," when they needed to wear "Anger Masks" first.

Szesny felt the growls of the enraged ones coalesce into a howling hurricane, and he shouted, "Nukeria Anesthetic!"

The enraged men simultaneously raised their tranquilizer guns at three times the usual speed and aimed them at their targets.

A power more ferocious than combat stimulants erupted within them, yet their minds remained unusually calm, their guns aimed at the giant spider monster's neck, between its crown and gray carapace.

Whoosh...

The anesthetic injection whistled through the air.

The Wrathful Ones' unparalleled marksmanship within the "Shadow of Order" ensures that every injection hits the swift flying creatures with pinpoint accuracy.

One after another, the giant spider monsters swayed, their wedge-shaped heads tilted, and crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of red sand.

The giant spider monster, a flying species, flapped its wings and launched a sudden attack from both sides and behind.

Their four arms converged, grabbing at the black-armored warrior.

The obsidian eyes of the raging beings clearly captured the giant spider monster's lightning-fast pounce.

The enraged ones unleashed a surge of spiritual energy, creating swirling whirlwinds that propelled them to safety while simultaneously releasing a precise storm of needles.

Bang bang bang... One after another, the unconscious giant spider monsters fell into the red sand, and the gray rings rapidly "thinned".

The giant spider monster with the most abundant chitinous crown let out a sharp cry, and the rumbling sound of its wings flapping made the diaphragms of the surrounding "Wind Favorites" tremble.

He leaped back abruptly, shaking off the anesthetic injection.

He lunged forward, his sharp claws seizing the Netherworld Terminator armor of a raging individual.

The hooked tip pierced the illusory, layered scales, then slid off at an angle.

The raging creature fell askew, just about to shake off the giant spider monster flying creature, when the two outer hooks pierced through the arm armor and collided with the two inner hooks.

He lifted the enraged man up suddenly.

The other giant spider monsters, flying species, fluttered away from the battlefield and gathered around him.

Szesny's eyes narrowed. He knew from the information issued by the Black Emperor that the more full the crown of a giant spider monster, the stronger it was and the higher its status in the group.

The "Ocean Singer's" hair grew wildly, defying the laws of nature, each strand distinct and crackling with electric light.

The sky above his head darkened, clouds gathered, and lightning crackled.

The silvery lightning of "Ocean Singer" surged forth, and a thick bolt of lightning fell from the dark clouds in mid-air, converging together.

Lightning flashed, shooting like an arrow, striking the neck of the giant spider monster with the fullest crown.

boom!
Juice splattered and splattered onto the raging man's Hades-type Terminator armor.

He spun and fell, his spirit surging forth.

The whirlwind emanating from his body spun rapidly, catching his falling form.

The Wind-Cherisher hovered in mid-air, gazing at the fleeing giant spider monster.

“Their leader died, but instead of scattering and fleeing, they all fled in the same direction.” Nicholas, the think tank member, spoke with a voice that seemed to tear through the air like a knife.

"They fled to the Thorn Tree Nest." Szesny's rough voice rang out as he rode the hurricane, pursuing the fleeing giant spider monster flying species.

He walked on the wind and arrived at the edge of the open area in an instant.

A white outline suddenly came into view.

Szesny's eyes narrowed as he looked at the four giant white thorn trees.

The Astartes, clad in red armor, were suspended from giant thorns that did not extend from the trunk like branches of a normal tree.

Each thorn extended from the roots of the giant tree, piercing the Holy Blood Angel.

Small, immature giant spider monsters climbed on the thorns, their hooked crowns tearing through the Mark III steel-type power armor, savoring the flesh and blood within.

Blood dripped from the white thorns, staining the tattered wings and the damaged backpack red.

[Fromm's jump pack assault team.]

My Lord mentioned that Astartes captured by the giant spider flying species would be hung on thorn trees.

The Holy Blood Angels' jump-pack assault team has become food for flying creatures; we Wind Chosen Ones are definitely better at flying!
As the "Ocean Singer" pondered, her throat trembled, and she suddenly opened her mouth.

Rumble...

The song exploded, and the giant spider monsters were struck as if by lightning. Their long, transparent wings suddenly stopped, hanging like crystal-clear glass.

bang bang bang...

The giant spider monster crashed to the ground, falling among the tattered, blood-red armor plates.

After the singing subsided, Szczesny took a breath and spoke to Nicholas of the think tank.

“Our lord commands us to report to him after we find the white thorn tree.”

“I will contact the Shadow of Royal Power immediately.”

Nicholas landed on the red sand and entered Magnus's second state of mind with calm breathing.

He raised his force field staff. Not being a psychic, he had to use the array of his psychic hood to amplify his mental projection in order to penetrate the thunderclouds that covered the entire planet.

The crystal netting encasing Nicholas's head grew increasingly hot, and as the back of his head became damp with sweat, his obsidian eyes shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)