Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 55 "Assassin" (Happy New Year)

In the Omsk hive, King Model, wearing red armor, pressed his lips into a straight line, with the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, trying his best to suppress the roar that was about to burst out.

"My king, the royal arena was attacked, and the fire caused by the explosion has not yet been completely extinguished."

"Captain Urbanski led his team into the arena to search for the criminal. Two standard hours later, his body was found hanging from the royal flagpole in the center of the arena."

Model watched the video screen, the stripped body strung on a flagpole.

His eyes were wide and bloodshot.

"Trash, it's all trash."

"They're just a bunch of mutant scum, yet they've caused such unrest in the entire hive."

"This is a provocation to me. I must catch them and punish them to let them know the price of provoking me."

After saying this, Model shook his red cloak and strode out of the palace.

He climbed aboard a steel chariot, the engine roared, and he sped towards his arena.

Two blocks from the arena, Maria Kournikova climbed a water tower and wiped her machete with a tube of motor oil and a yellow silk cloth.

The water tower closest to the arena had been destroyed by her, and the efficiency of the fire brigade would be greatly reduced and could not be restored for at least one working cycle.

But that fake king didn't have the patience to wait that long.

She walked to the iron gate and swiped the identification key she found on the identification machine next to it.

With a "beep", the door opened.

Maria walked out of the iron gate and stood in the howling cold wind. She was not wearing a respirator. Having grown up immersed in liquid medicine, the toxic industrial waste gas had no effect on her.

The "assassin" did not take out the optical telescope as he did before, but looked straight down.

Eagle Vision gave her eagle vision and dark vision, and through the dim, flickering light, she could see several kilometers below.

Maria felt the magical power and couldn't help but look up into the distance.

[Thank you, my king, for your gift!]
The "Assassin" withdrew his gaze and scanned Old Town Street and Glory Street.

At this moment, her communicator rang and Tesvetana's worried voice came.

"Maria, there are two roads leading from the false king's nest tower to the arena. If we ambush on Glory Street, will we miss our target?"

Maria said with deep blue eyes and a firm tone.

"Although the facilities and roads on Old Town Street are more complete and safer, it still requires a detour via Birch Street. Given the pseudo-king's personality, he will definitely take Glory Street."

"Yes, I heard that vain fellow likes to walk along Glory Street, a street built to commemorate his achievements in clearing out the Lower Nest gang."

Maria spoke only after listening to Dementieva's ridicule.

"The target often brings his guard of a hundred men with him. We only have three of us. If we want to complete the assassination, we can't act separately."

“He will walk the streets of glory.”

When Tesvetana heard Maria's firm tone, she stopped talking and the team's communication channel fell silent.

As time passed, the "Assassin's" blue eyes narrowed. She saw dozens of armored vehicles approaching rapidly, with a flashy golden falcon flag hanging on the front vehicle.

"The target appears and we act according to the plan."

After issuing the order on the communication channel, the "Assassin" jumped down directly.

"Light body" allowed Maria to become as light as a feather in a short period of time. She ran along the metal outer wall of the water tower without making any sound.

Lying on the rooftop of a factory, Tesvetana locked onto the convoy's position through the sight of her laser rifle.

The moment the convoy entered the ambush circle, she pressed the detonator button with her left hand.

A deafening explosion echoed throughout Shangchao. Glory Road, built just 25 years ago, was severed like a fish on a chopping block. The explosives overturned the second through fourth vehicles in the convoy, creating a gash several meters deep and nearly 20 meters long.

The fifth car had no time to brake, so the driver could only step on the accelerator and rush forward screaming.

Fortunately, it rushed through the crack and crashed into King Model's carriage, which was lifted up and fell by the explosion.

The king's car, which has excellent protective performance, suffered no substantial damage, and even the synthetic tempered glass did not show any cracks.

Just as it landed, a high-speed vehicle hit the rear of the car, and the two cars staggered along Glory Street like two drunks chasing each other.

The convoy at the rear stopped in panic. After a moment of panic, they split into two teams and tried to find a way from both sides to get around to the front.

Tsvetana dropped the detonator and raised the laser spear. She pulled the trigger and hit the wheel accurately.

The blazing beam left a hole the size of a fingernail in the wheel, but failed to cause any further damage.

Just as the two cars collided and moved forward, a truck rushed out from the corner.

Dementieva, who was in the driver's seat, stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of the king's car.

A moment before the collision, she opened the car door, jumped out, and rolled swiftly.

With a loud bang, the car crashed into a truck full of flammable chemicals.

Amidst continuous explosions, the vehicle rolled over several times, its right side hit the road, and it slid for several meters before coming to a stop.

The king's guards hurriedly got out of the car and attacked Dementieva, who was holding a bullet-proof shield.

Dementieva injected the combat potion into the back of her neck, lowered her head, protected her body with the blast shield, and rushed towards the guards.

Tesvetana pulled the trigger, the beam flashed, and several guards fell.

Model roared angrily and rushed towards the female assassin.

He had just taken two steps when a figure rushed out swiftly from the shadows around the corner of the house.

The "Assassin" instantly rushed to Model's side, raised the Flao glass blade in his left hand, and exploded all the strength in his body in one blow, stabbing it fiercely into the fine power armor.

Model was surprised to find that the tall assassin's attack was so terrifying that she actually broke through the fine power armor with one blow.

As he was startled, he felt the dagger was stuck in the armor leaf.

Model, who survived the disaster, quickly swung his power sword at the assassin.

His slash missed, and the "assassin" pulled back the moment he thrust his dagger into his finely crafted power armor.

Just as Model was puzzled, the edge of the Flao glass blade broke into a large number of tiny fragments.

The fragments splashed and pierced into Model's body, and he screamed in horror.

The guards looked at the king who staggered and fell, and attacked Maria in anger.

Maria took a step forward and deftly used obstacles such as walls and fences to disappear from the guards' sight.

At the same time, Dementieva rushed into the group of guards and swung her hammer to smash the head of a guard.

Maria blended into the shadows and completely disappeared from the guards' perception.

When she emerges from the shadows, she takes the life of a guard.

Ten minutes later, the guards who had not fallen below were all killed by the three assassins.

The death of the warlike King Model shook the entire Omsk Hive, and the nobles who had been suppressed by the powerful king began to take action.

The nest dwellers locked their doors vigilantly and took up weapons to guard against intruders.

(End of this chapter)