Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 108: Chemical Lake in the Yogal Cylinder World

In the void of the Persephone system, ships that jumped out of the warp gathered.

The battlemented hulls and majestic silhouettes of ships moved slowly in the silent darkness, forming a huge complex.

The huge bows of the ships were pointing in the same direction, and the plasma flames drew turbulent and dazzling air currents in the void.

The leading ship was pitch black, its plow-shaped bow etched with letters as tall as a human, long words that recalled the golden age of mankind.

The legion emblem on the left is like the shadow of the ship, and its name, Void Hunter, is engraved in blood-red Gothic on the hull on the right.

On the strategic table of the bridge, a hologram gradually took shape, outlining the shape of the Yogal world ship.

It was a large cylinder several kilometers long, with a large protruding engine unit at one end and a short, thick and narrow bow end.

It was surrounded by teardrop-shaped ships, numbering as many as forty-three.

Ning Lu took in the data jumping on the dozens of video screens around him into his mind. After quickly completing the analysis, he began to give orders at a rapid speed.

"Use the Void Hunter's range advantage to attack the alien frigate."

"Order each boarding party to prepare."

"Although the air the Yogal breathes contains oxygen, nitrogen, and high concentrations of chlorine, your helmets can protect you."

The Primarch paused and spoke jokingly to Jorginho and other Shadows of Order who had just become Astartes.

"Don't worry, even if you're unlucky enough to have your helmet broken, the Astartes' lungs will be able to overcome the poison."

He raised his left hand and tapped the hologram.

"Send word, Thousand Sons' target is the power center of the Cylinder World."

"The Faceless and the Legion's new recruits are targeting the bridge, delivering a decapitating blow to the enemy ship's commander."

When the various regiments of the 11th Legion set out, a total of 5,241 soldiers had completed the Road to Heaven and joined the various regiments.

After that, one thousand six hundred and thirty-nine Order Shadows joined the Legion, and they were about to face their first battle.

"The Honor Guard and I will launch an attack on the alien construct's hatchery."

The Yogal people are very special. Their cubs have psychic powers, but they lose this ability when they grow up.

There was another reason why Nimrod decided to deal with the alien cub himself. The deformed Yogal cub was the main material for the Sequence 9 "monster", and it was the only main material needed.

[Perhaps, because they are harder to obtain than ordinary Sequence 9, only one is needed to satisfy the "monster's" inherent needs.]
"Gabriel, you will lead the technical sergeants and work with me."

After Wojciech Belek's transformation was successful, he, as a technical sergeant, and other recruits with high technical affinity set off for further studies on Mars.

As Nimrod issued the order, the gun deck began to nervously carry out the orders from the Primarch.

The ancient artillery machine soul was awakened, it roared excitedly, and poured out its anger on the hateful alien ship.

In each round of artillery fire, several alien warships, or even dozens of warships, were hit.

The Yogal warships launched counterattacks in vain, but their shells could not reach the hull of the Relic-class warship.

The Void Hunter completed its first hunt in thousands of years. The engine of a frigate was hit by a cannonball, and a dazzling light burst out in the void, as if celebrating the rebirth of the ancient warship.

The ancient machine spirit let out a joyful roar, swallowed the shells sent by the train into its stomach, and then spewed them towards the blasphemous alien warship.

The Void Hunter's hunt continues, and "fireworks" are set off in the void.

Azek Ahriman looked at this shocking scene through the viewfinder and couldn't help but sigh to his twin brother Olmuzd and his good friend Aphibus beside him.

"What a powerful warship! It shines so brightly, even surpassing the battleships. Our warships must be at least 56,000 kilometers away before they can enter range."

Olmuzd nodded in agreement, his eyes dark.

"I heard that it was an ancient warship gifted to the Primarch by the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind was very pleased with Lord Nimrod's positive attitude." Apophis pondered, "Perhaps only the Glorious Queen-class warships currently under construction in the Martian shipyards have more powerful firepower."

The Thousand Sons watched the holographic images as alien warships were torn apart one by one.

It wasn't until the number of frigates dropped to single digits that Azek, wearing scarlet armor, spoke.

"Give the order, board the assault boats and launch a boarding mission to the cylinder world."

Hundreds of heavy assault boats were speeding through the void, each one like a precisely aimed missile, flying towards the Yogal clan's world ship.

The thrust of the engines was like a hammer hitting bone, pressing the Astartes onto the accelerator racks.

Jorginho, who had just been promoted to the "Raging People" and served as company commander, used the image circuit in the armor eyepiece to blink quickly to obtain the available data in the command-level communication network.

There was a feed from the squad leader's eyepiece camera, a data transcript of telemetry from a Vostroyan-made augur, and a grainy, low-resolution image from outside the jagged bow.

Jorginho examined the data, watching the movement of the cylindrical world as the assault boats approached.

The pearlescent metal wall grew larger, its volume so immense that its curvature was almost imperceptible. The only sign of its approach was the slow shifting of its details, its surface features becoming more distinct:

It was a cluster of pointed objects resembling hive antennas, and then the captain saw the yellow tracer bullets spewed out by the spherical turret.

Jorginho wasn't worried about the Yogal guns; he knew the Legion's Techmarine were already using electronic countermeasures, heat decoy flares, and chaff clouds to confuse the enemy's sensors.

The wall was approaching rapidly and the distance was shrinking rapidly.

Long-range sensors detected a relatively weak hull, and they would attack from a position about one kilometer away from the top of the cylindrical world.

Jorginho closed the data connection and switched to the company's communication channel.

"Focus, guys."

"We have walked the path to heaven, just to follow in the footsteps of the king, who has now become our genetic father."

"Today, we must act decisively and make the Primarch proud! For Nimrod!"

The voices of the Shadows of Order came from the channel, their shouts filled with enthusiasm.

"For the king!"

The next moment, the heavy bow of the assault boat crashed into the hull of the cylindrical world, and the sharp scream of melting metal and the roar of atmospheric leakage were heard around the hull.

The assault boat drove straight in, and the claw rails on both sides bit into the chitin armor plate several meters thick.

The interior of the Yogal spacecraft is not just cold machinery, but an ecosystem-like structure.

The assault craft's navigation servitor deployed its hydraulic barbs, and the craft's speed dropped rapidly.

The seemingly endless slide came to a halt after a violent collision. Jorginho heard the sound of metal rubbing against each other, and then the activation rune of the clamshell hatch in front of him flashed.

"Get ready to open the door!"

As the hatch's explosive latch burst open, Jorginho unhooked his bolter and held it in his hand, ready to engage the defenders.

The next moment, he was stunned as blue salt water poured into the boat.

Human ships would never encounter such a quasi-profile, but this is an alien warship.

Jorginho immediately thought of the alien data sent by the Gene Father and knew that he had crashed into the Yogal chemical lake, which was part of the alien warship ecosystem.

The liquid was icy cold, swirling rapidly between his legs and rising to his stomach.

The situation they encountered was completely different from what they had expected, but it was a situation that the "angry people" were very familiar with.

"charge!"

(End of this chapter)