Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 50 Thierry's "Warrior" Path

After Howard narrowly defeated the wizard, he did not stop. Feeling like he had become a real "arbitrator", he pointed the muzzle of the heavy logging rifle at the mutants and sentenced them to death.

When the mutants saw the blue-robed psychic being killed, their morale plummeted and they immediately fell into chaos, scrambling to escape.

"Kill them all! Don't let any of them go!"

The Arbitrator shouted loudly, and the workers subconsciously obeyed his orders and attacked the mutants.

After the battle, the blond noble picked up the communicator and called out loudly to his appointed deputy.

"Yasin! Yasin!"

There was no response, and Howard had some guesses in his mind, so he shouted to the dozen or so foremen who were walking towards him.

"follow me!"

The foremen followed the "arbitrator" without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Lukebo Hive.

Thierry once again encountered a powerful opponent, a man in a blue robe with a pair of sharp eagle claws as sharp as a chainsaw sword, and his attacks were extremely strange.

Every attack of his seemed to be anticipated by the opponent. He was like a puppet, and could only follow the rhythm of the blue-robed enemy.

The enemy's attack would always happen at the interval when his attack was finished.

Thierry knew that his enemy was not like Nimrod, who had a complete understanding of the ways of Osberkh-Waya, but relied on witchcraft.

[To kill him, I must exceed his predictive limits.]
The "Warrior" held the power sword tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with high fighting spirit.

[He is not my king, I can definitely do it!]
Thierry rushed forward, releasing his fighting instinct for the first time since he took up the sword.

The warrior's slashing was not restricted by the Osberch-Waya method. The crackling power sword cut through the air and slashed towards the blue-robed man's right shoulder.

The blue-robed man did not have the thought of his opponent's attack in his mind as he had before.

His bird-like eyes moved rapidly,
The colorful iris, expanded like the aperture of a camera lens.

On the contrary, his pupils contracted rapidly.

The man in blue robe quickly dodged to the side, and the power sword grazed his body and cut down. The crackling decomposition force field tore the blue robe apart, revealing the densely packed eyes on his chest.

Although he still failed to hurt his opponent, the "warrior" became more confident because he knew his idea was correct.

Thierry stepped forward, drew his sword, dodged the grasping left claw, and then swung his sword across.

The "Warrior's" attack was like a tide, one wave higher than the other. He no longer thought about how to use the "Osberkh-Waya" method to attack his opponent as before.

Each of his strikes, however, contained the "Osberkh-Waya" method.

After fourteen years of practice, he had already integrated "Osberkh-Vaya" into his body and made it his instinct.

The Warrior's superhuman agility overwhelmed the Blue Man's foresight, surpassing the limit of his mutant eyes' ability to capture movement.

After nine consecutive hits, Thierry combined the stab from No. 1 and the weak point attack from No. 23 in one thrust, and the power sword pierced the largest disgusting eye in the middle of the enemy's chest.

With a shrill scream, the scorching energy of the decomposition field burned the disgusting mutant body.

Thierry twisted his wrist, and the power sword spun, crushing every eye.

As he drew his sword, he understood something.

[I have been practicing and trying to integrate the "Osberkh-Waya" way like my king, but I have never been able to do it.

Today, in this moment of crisis, I have no intention of doing so.

I am not a sword-fighting robot servant that replicates sword skills, but a "warrior" who, facing a powerful enemy, still believes in himself and finds the key to victory.]
When Thierry thought of this, he immediately felt his tired body filled with strength, and the power sword in his hand seemed to become one with him.

After finding his own path as a "warrior", he immediately brandished his power sword and charged into the crowd of mutants.

At the same moment, Howard finally found his regiment along the passage.

Upon arriving at the scene, he discovered a massive crater had been blown into the tunnel, the tracks destroyed, and the train had fallen to the lower level. The blond noble, leading the workers, charged into the battlefield, only to run head-on into a middle-aged noble in elaborate attire.

"It's you, Bogush! You traitor, how dare you betray my Lord!"

Bogush was surprised to see the "arbitrator".

"Howard, you're not dead. That's impossible. The Enlightened One said he would personally punish you."

"Is it possible? Impossible. The Enlightenment Messenger possesses the power bestowed by the God of Wisdom. How could he fail?"

The Arbitrator sneered, "Traitor, die!"

He raised his heavy logging rifle, pulled the trigger, and Bogush was instantly riddled with bullets.

After clearing out the traitorous private soldiers and mutants, Howard found Yasin.

Yasin, with a straight nose and a resolute face, walked quickly to the head of the group and spoke in a guilty tone.

"Sir, I was on my way here on orders and I met Bogush, who offered to join the team."

"I failed to detect the traitor's despicable trick, and the train exploded midway, and I was caught."

Howard nodded slightly. The moment he saw Bogush, he had already guessed what had happened.

"You are responsible, but you can't be blamed entirely."

"You must reflect deeply and don't make the same mistake next time."

"Yes, my lord."

Nimrod, who returned to Vostroya, did not immediately return to the hive he controlled. He believed in the abilities of Howard and Thierry, who could resist the mutants' attack.

His sight was not limited to his own base, but looked at the entire Vostronia. If he wanted to achieve this goal as soon as possible, he had to win the support of Sage Kivio-2 of Altar No. .

Just as the Martian Forge Master's influence in the entire Mechanicus far exceeds that of the Forge Masters of other Forge Worlds, the Sage of Altar No. 1 of Vostroya is also the leader of the local oil men.

He looked through the aircraft at the Mikhailovsk hive below.

This largest hive city in Vostronia is like a mountain, with nest towers piercing into the dim clouds and densely packed buildings like a steel forest.

The aircraft landed in the parking area belonging to the Mechanicum in the two tallest nest towers. Nimrod brought Rosicky, Wojciech and others to Altar No. 1.

A moment later, Nimrod saw the Sage Kivio-2, who was wearing a red robe and had no flesh on his body. He was the first to propose to confirm the agreement.

"Sage, I have come to obtain the star map according to the agreement we reached earlier."

Kivio-2's visor lit up and a mechanical synthesized sound began to play.

"Initiating identification procedures, identifying the party to the contract as King Nimrod."

"Request to exchange information regarding contractual obligations."

Wojciech immediately took out the data tablet and called up the page.

Two rays of light shot out from the sage's visor, scanning the pages of the data pad from top to bottom.

"According to the aforementioned contractual obligations, all star maps held by the various altars of Vostronia shall be provided to King Nimrod."

As he spoke, his mechanical tentacles reached deep into the red robe and pulled out a chip.

"Deliver the data chip containing the star map, as required by the contract."

Wojciech took the chip, inserted it into the data pad, and quickly reviewed it.

After proofreading it, he nodded to Nimrod.

With the star map in hand, Nimrod looked towards Kivio-2.