Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 109 Yogal Flyer

Jorginho roared out of the assault boat, plunged into the cobalt blue haze, and with a somersault, he rushed out of the lake.

Following a strange howl, countless huge alien creatures coiled up.

The Yogal is about 4.5 meters tall, with three legs and three arms spread out like petals.

Jorginho watched as the alien's entire limbs were replaced with a gleaming mix of dull metal and black carbon.

The three legs of the Yogals' lower bodies act like spokes on a wheel, allowing them to stand firmly in the chemical lake, and their three arms are raised.

Jorginho saw that the hand at the end of their arm had six fingers and that he was holding no weapon.

The next moment, the projectile gun built into the Yogar's arm fired.

The lightning fired from the electrostatic weapon struck several Shadows of Order trapped in the chemical mud, knocking down the Astartes' superhuman bodies.

Jorginho raised his bolter in anger, and the hardened diamond bullet hit the Yogal man's joints with precision.

The skin there is lizard-like, covered with scales and tiny bony horns, which is one of the few places on the alien body that still retains biological characteristics.

Amidst the explosion, the long neck of the Yogal fell powerlessly and fell into the chemical lake, stirring up a large area of ​​lake water.

A melee fighter named Yogal suddenly jumped up and swung his knife-like prosthetic claws at Jorginho's head.

The "Angry People" roared angrily, released the grenade launcher with his left arm, and suddenly jumped out of the lake.

"Raging Blow" allowed him to focus the strength of his superhuman Astartes body into a swinging fist, smashing it hard into the Yogal's sunken, wet eyes.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the alien's head was smashed to pieces by this violent blow.

While the Yogars were attracted by the captain, the Shadows of Order formed a battle formation, raised their grenade launchers, and launched a volley of fire.

The Vostonian's superb archery skills became even more accurate after becoming an Astartes and inheriting the perception ability of the Father of Gene.

Dozens of explosive shells penetrated the alien's sunken mouth and nose, shattering its egg-shaped head.

Most of Jorginho's men gathered behind the company captain.

They walked in unison, wading through the water.

Jorginho noticed that every alien he encountered, from the prime warriors to the frail elderly, had implants or electronic replacements.

Spring-piston legs, feet replaced by wheels and rollers, thin sheets of armor under the skin, TV cameras built into the eye cavities...

The captain immediately remembered that his father had mentioned in the information that the Yogar people carried out mechanical modification of their limbs, which was even more radical than many technical priests.

Jorginho led his men in a steady advance, and the slender, gangly, aggressive enemy was unable to stop the advance of the disciplined Shadow of Order.

They tried to launch a melee attack, but the Order Shadows on the periphery drew the power swords from their waists, activated the runes and blocked them.

The Shadows of Order sensed that the brain and central nervous system of the Yogals were not located in the head, but in the torso.

Together, they used the 23rd Rule of Osberkh-Waya to launch precise attacks on the enemy's weaknesses.

The shining blue light of energy easily cut through their scaly flesh torsos.

The Shadows of Order shook their swords, shaking off the foul-smelling crimson blood that was pumped out of the sword's circulatory system.

Jorginho led his team to the lakeside. He directed some of the Order Shadows to provide covering fire to block the influx of Yogal people.

Another group of soldiers freed their combat brothers who were trapped in the chemical mud.

Jorginho's azure eyes darkened under Nimrod's powerful genes. He looked up, fixated on the zero-gravity corridor in the center of the Worldship. "Follow me."

He was the first to step onto the top of the sand dune composed of crystal particles, and the particles under his feet crunched under his feet.

On the other side of the chemical lake, the "Midnight Poet" Mikhailovsky, who was slightly slower than Jorginho but more inspired, also locked onto the zero-gravity corridor.

Just as he was about to lead his team onto the crystal-grained sand dunes, he saw a large number of Yogal flyers flying towards him in groups. They were wearing shiny green armor and wrapped in belts.

All of the aerial aliens had their arms removed through robotic surgery and replaced with wings of sharp metal feathers with razor-sharp edges.

Their feet have become curved claws, and the joints are equipped with arc jet guns that are more deadly than their ground-based brethren and have excellent range.

The Yogal Flyer roared down, arcs of electricity flashed, illuminating the blue lake.

"Fire!"

The firepower network composed of explosive bombs and high-energy plasma instantly overwhelmed the aliens.

The Yogals died one after another and fell into the lake.

But this was just the beginning. More green spots of light appeared in the air. They dived rapidly and threw the needle-piercing ballistic weapons in their bones towards the Shadow of Order.

Mikhailovsky noticed that a battle brother was being targeted by dozens of Yogar flyers. Countless needles penetrated the ceramic steel armor and turned him into a sieve.

Another battle-brother, enveloped by the roaring light of alien lightning, smelled the scent of burning human flesh.

The "Midnight Poet" raised his head angrily and sang loudly.

"Amber moonlight solidifies among the pine resin;

The factory stone walls peel away the prayers of old nights;
Sleep, the strings of Stettin rust into sand in the wind;

Every grain of sand is an unsent letter home;
At the bottom of the Dihive River lies the knight's armor;
Let the black moon take away your last bit of clarity."

The spiritual power was consumed rapidly, but the effect was also obvious. The Yogal flyer who launched a new round of dive seemed to hear a sleeping song, echoing softly.

The alien could not understand the words sung by the "Midnight Poet", but his mind felt dazed, as if he saw the quiet moonlight and the peaceful and rippling lake.

The eyelids of the Yogal flyers quickly grew heavy, as if the air currents could not keep them awake.

Several aliens crashed into the chemical lake, and the remaining Yogar flyers were torn to pieces by the angry firepower of the Order Shadows while they were dizzy.

Mikhailovsky broke through the defense and successfully reached the zero-gravity corridor. He worked closely with another Jorginho to penetrate the chemical yellow cloud and climb to the bridge.

At the same time, Nimrod led the Honor Guard, defeated the Yogal people, and crossed the Crystal Dunes. In front of them appeared a tall tree-like jungle woven with some rough fibers.

Gabriel examined his auspicious instrument and found that the virtual compass could hardly discern the internal structure of the Yogal world ship. He switched to the tactical map and made a discovery.

"Father, the tactical map shows a heat source in this direction that is two orders of magnitude higher than other buildings."

"It's the incubator of the Yogal people. It's not only a nursery, but also a place of transformation."

"There are not only armed adult aliens there, but also young ones that have mastered psionic powers."

After Ning Lu finished speaking, he had already locked the location with his superhuman perception, and he took the lead and moved forward.

The deeper you go into the fiber "forest", the more densely and neatly the stems are arranged, with huge gray balls hanging on them.

(End of this chapter)