Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 113: The Changes of the Legionnaires
Gibbs led four Order Shadows into the palace. The small palace of the indigenous king could only barely accommodate the five giants.

The king, wearing a golden crown and holding a golden scepter, sat on his false throne, his swollen chin trembling.

"The Empire of Man?"

“You come from heaven, and you must subject us, the people on earth.”

The Shadow of Order spoke in a calm tone, as if everything he said was the truth.

"You have no choice."

"what?"

The king sneered, "I have an army of 100,000 men, and I still have..."

Before setting off, Gibbs had a detailed discussion with Arsène, who had received advice from the Primarch's attendants.

Everyone in the Legion knew that Arsène Dunne came from a backward world and could understand the thoughts of the natives.

The "lawyer" thought of the Primarch's attendant representing the Father of Genes, so he decided to adopt the other party's advice.

Show strength, let the indigenous people realize the gap in strength, and then let them "patiently" listen to your persuasion.

The shadow of order appeared in an instant, and he drew his gun and raised his hand to shoot.

Rumble!
The wall on the left side of the palace disappeared in the explosion, the palace shook violently, and the supporting pillars trembled, holding up the palace.

The lawyer looked around at the people with horrified expressions and said to the king who had fallen from the fake throne.

"This is the power of our weapons. Even a line of your most elite knights would be blasted into pieces by it."

"Your weapons can't cause any harm to us."

"In order to make you ignorant people understand, I will give you a chance."

The Order Shadow slapped his chest with his right gauntlet, "Use your weapons and fire a volley at my armor."

"You'll understand later."

"Really...really?"

The king asked in disbelief as he used his scepter to support himself and got up from the ground.

Although the giants' black armor looks thicker and stronger than the knights' golden armor, the muskets of their Golden Lion Dynasty are the best among all countries.

One volley of fire would surely turn the black-armored knight into a sieve.

A flash of blood flashed in Gibbs' eyes. The stupidity of the person in front of him was almost unbearable to him.

For a moment, he wanted to draw his chainsword and saw off the heads of these fools like he used to do as a reaper.

This was easy for him, he could do it, the backward natives posed little threat to him, and he was leading thirty legionnaires.

But Gibbs immediately thought of the expectations of the father of genes, and reason overcame his anger.

"You only get one chance."

The king immediately regained his confidence. In order to ensure that the black-armored warrior would not use his powerful weapon like a divine punishment again, he decided to mobilize his best men.

"Mobilize the Royal Guards and surround him."

A moment later, at the Kingdom's martial arts arena, Gibbs faced a hundred of the Golden Lion Kingdom's best gunmen alone.

"Let's get started, don't waste time."

As he spoke, the impatient king raised his hand and gave an order.

"Fire!"

Fires flickered, and the guards' gunners raised their weapons and poured bullets at the black-armored warriors.

By the standards of the era, their marksmanship was excellent, with most of their ammunition hitting the black armor.

White smoke rose up, blocking everyone's view.

The king was both happy and afraid. The black-armored warrior who had spoken arrogantly was killed, but there were still thirty such warriors in the entire royal city, and they had weapons of heavenly punishment in their hands.

However, he had already made arrangements, and all the knights were mobilized. As long as he could surround and kill these black-armored warriors and obtain the weapons of heavenly punishment, he would be able to unify the countries.

Just as the king was about to give the order, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The black armor gradually became clearer; the black-armored warrior was still alive. Gibbs patted his hand calmly, then walked up to the false king, his eyes almost popping out as he stared at him.

He was tall, as tall as the king sitting on the throne, and the "lawyer" spoke in a condescending tone.

"As you can see, your weapons pose no threat to us. Our weapons can blow you to smithereens."

"You should now recognize the truth. We can destroy your false kingdom."

"You should be thankful that King Nimrod has decided to give you a chance. Submit!"

The king's face turned pale. Only when he looked directly at the giant from close range did he realize how terrifying the other party was.

The scene of him walking out of the smoke just now was still lingering in the king's mind. The giant in front of him looked like a terrifying creature from mythology.

"I..." he asked in disbelief, "If I submit to your king, I can still keep my land, my..."

"Mortal, if you serve the king faithfully and carry out his policies, you will retain what you have."

"I...choose...to surrender."

The king spoke each word with humiliation and helplessness.

Gibbs conquered the first kingdom, and then, using the indigenous people as guides, he led his men and continued to conquer other kingdoms without stopping.

At the same time, on Persephone's main star EX1, the team led by Kirkland made more smooth progress.

The world is united under a false king and indulges in arts such as music, poetry and painting.

After seeing the overwhelming force displayed by the Shadows of Order, their king immediately chose to surrender.

Now he only needs to solve one more problem.

The king made a request on behalf of the local people.

Through questioning, he learned that the local population was sparse because they all suffered from troubled dreams.

Whenever night falls and they fall asleep, they will dream of all kinds of horrific nightmares: the bite of man-eating giant fish, the pounce of roaring black panthers...

This makes them unable to sleep, feeling confused during the day and frightened at night.

The king asked them to descend from the sky and solve the nightmare that had plagued them for thousands of years.

Kirkland decided to solve this problem and win the hearts of the local people.

He gathered three teams of Order Shadows: "Tonight, we will spread out throughout the royal city, keeping an eye on everything and finding the Nightmare plaguing the area."

That night, the soft moonlight shines down.

The Shadows of Order stood on the street, looking around vigilantly.

Kirkland suddenly saw a black cat walking out of the darkness with an elegant cat step.

The Shadow of Order keenly noticed that this black cat was very special. Its footsteps had a special rhythm, and its black pupils were like obsidian.

More importantly, his spirituality was touched.

Kirkland immediately determined that the black cat was the source of the nightmare in the city.

[This cat is not simple. The Father of Genes likes all kinds of strange creatures and objects.

He'll love it!]
Kirkland thought of this and tore off his gauntlets.

He suddenly jumped out and strode forward.

The black cat keenly sensed the potential threat and turned around and ran away.

But the Order Shadow was faster. After more than ten seconds, it caught up with the black cat that was jumping left and right and picked it up with one finger.

Nimrod soon received a gift from Kirkland: twenty-three black cats.

When he saw these black cats, he recognized them as the main ingredient of the "Sleepless" potion corresponding to Sequence 7 "Nightmare" - black dream cats.

A sidereal month later, Nimrod, having conquered Persephone, ordered his fleet to set sail.

Bukayo Arshavin reports that he has discovered a world ruled by knights, which attracts Nimrod's attention.

(End of this chapter)