Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 121: The Legion Warriors

The Knight King received images of various defense nodes on the data panel embedded in the Daxos Glory.

Defending node A-15, hundreds of blue rhinos were divided into five teams and charged towards the Endurance.

Their running made the earth tremble.

A dazzling blue light shone on the horns of the four giant beasts at the front of the herd, and it roared and struck the metal shell of the Endurance.

Campbell could feel the angry roar and wail of the ancient machine spirit.

"Sir, requesting support..."

Before the knight could finish his words, he suddenly fell into coma, and the communication channel was silent.

As the picture shook, Campbell knew that the white beast was launching a psychic attack on the knight.

His will was unable to withstand the mental shock and he fell into a coma.

At this time, he could only escape danger with the help of other knights.

But the Knight King no longer has enough knight mechas that can go to the battlefield to form a standard combat team with one old and two new ones.

He could only disperse all the knights to various defense nodes, hoping that the scale of the beast tide would not be too small.

The Knight King's hope was ruthlessly shattered by the cold reality. He saw in the shaking image that a giant beast several meters high had already surged in front of the Endurance like a tide.

The ancient knight mecha was crushed in an instant.

[After this battle, how many Knight Mechas will be left?]
Campbell thought sadly, his brown eyes still catching sight of those despicable little demihumans on other tactical screens.

They were noisy, just like every harvest time, crawling out of their hiding places in the sewers and rat holes to take advantage of the situation.

Seeing this, Campbell realized that he was powerless to stop those rats.

Stopping the beast tide has forced him to respond with all his strength.

He knew that even if he could repel the beast tide - he knew that he could repel the unintelligent beasts at a huge cost - those locust-like rats would plunder the serfs and even the knights' castles.

He now had only one choice, to seek help from the Primarch in front of him.

The Knight King hesitated for a second, then decided to put aside his vanity. He stood up and spoke sincerely.

"The scale of this beast tide is far greater than in the past."

"Daxos needs help. I ask you, Commander of the 11th Legion of the Imperium of Man, to send warriors. Vextrix will remember all you have done for us."

He paused, then offered a practical promise.

"After that, Vixtrix will sign a covenant with you."

"I will help you," Nimrod said with a deep gaze and an unquestionable tone, "I will also win the subsequent duel, and you will submit to me."

Campbell had no time to debate the subject; he spoke eagerly.

"Then please dispatch your legion immediately."

"They have been ordered to go out."

Nimrod raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The Knight King followed his finger and looked up at the sky. Then he saw countless dense black spots in the blue sky.

They grew larger and larger, revealing their black hulls.

Soldiers of the Eleventh Legion descended from the sky. Compared with the small number of knight mechas, the number of legion soldiers was large.

In addition to the four fully-strength companies of the III Chapter after its replenishment, there were 20,000 Astartes who had not yet been delivered to the various Chapters.

Every ten Order Shadows formed a team and marched in unison towards the beast tide.

A volley of bullets cleared a large area of ​​the beast tide.

When the Shadow of Order is attacked by psychic energy, its battle brothers will immediately come to its rescue.

The shadows of order, who inherited the superhuman perception of the father of genes, locked onto the panicked Lightling ratmen, charged forward, and used the chainsaw swords in their hands to slash at the demi-humans who were not worth a single bomb.

The knights on every battlefield were stunned to find that the behemoths and rat-like creatures that had plagued them for countless generations were being crushed with ease by the black-armored warriors. Within an hour of the Shadows of Order joining the fray, the battlefield situation shifted from a defensive stance to a balanced offense and defense, and then quickly turned into a one-sided pursuit.

Nimrod reviewed the battle reports from various battlefields. He was satisfied to see that the Shadow of Order implemented his philosophy, remaining calm, finding weaknesses, and delivering fatal blows.

Even the First Company led by Samir was influenced by the new legion culture and maintained its formation.

He activated his communication headset and gave Tierney an order.

"The hand of the Ratman of Lightling is a good trophy."

The hand of the Lightling Ratman, who loves to steal, is the main ingredient of the Sequence 9 "Thief" potion.

Considering that collecting their dirty and weak hands would be a humiliation to the honor-conscious Astartes, Nimrod did not force his descendants.

"As you wish."

Tierney did not hesitate and immediately accepted the order and led his reconnaissance platoon to set off.

At the edge of the battlefield, they locked onto a tribe of several hundred Lightlings, running towards the farmland.

"Fire!"

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon raised their guns and fired.

Flashing beams of light and electric currents knocked down hundreds of Lightling ratmen.

The panicked demihumans turned around and fired their guns.

The Lightling Ratman, a natural-born sharpshooter, rolled on the ground nimbly and used the stolen guns of different qualities in his hands to raise, aim, and shoot smoothly.

Dozens of Vostroyan auxiliary soldiers were hit immediately, but the bullets hit their black armor and bounced off without any power.

The ordinary live ammunition weapons in the hands of the Lightling ratmen posed no threat to the well-equipped armored scouts.

Another round of accurate shooting by the Vostroyan warrior accurately hit the short figure half-kneeling in the rice field.

When the Lightling ratmen discovered that the weapons in their hands posed no threat to the enemy, and that the enemy had the same excellent shooting skills as themselves, their morale immediately collapsed.

After taking a look at the enemy's sophisticated equipment with envy and nostalgia, they fled in panic.

"Pursuit!"

Tierney gave orders to the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon to launch precise attacks on the fleeing Lightling ratmen. In the end, only dozens of lucky ones escaped.

After the battle, Tierney drew out the combat dagger he carried with him. Compared with the weapons of ordinary people, his was already up to the standard of a dagger.

The scout platoon leader gave the order over the communication channel: "Cut off their hands."

Then he walked to the body of a Ratling, squatted down, and used a dagger to cut off the dirty little hands that had stolen countless properties.

At the same time, the Knight King received a report from the Holy Mars, which had just arrived at the battlefield. The beast tide and the despicable rat group had been defeated. It was chasing the group of one-horned blue rhinos and looked at Nimrod in shock.

He realized that the 11th Legion not only possessed powerful warships capable of warp navigation, but also had tens of thousands of black-armored warriors.

Their fighting power was not as strong as that of the knights, but their numbers were a hundred times greater than theirs, and even the Vixtrix family in its heyday could not contend with them.

Nimrod could kill every knight, including himself, if he wanted to.

When Campbell was terrified, the voices of the heroic spirits of his ancestors rang out.

"Don't be afraid, Campbell. The Knight King of Vixtrix will not fear his enemies."

"Yes, he has agreed to the duel. As long as we win, we can continue to be independent."

"..."

The Knight King regained his courage.

That's right, just win the duel.

(End of this chapter)