Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 773 Sanguielles: Azcalon, First Blood
The elegant body of Ark Mag Silas was engulfed in flames.

The World Ship's enormous spire, like a nest tower, was enveloped in a torrent of flames.

The crystal dome burned with psionic fire, radiating a deep, eerie light.

The Blood Angels' Pugio-class landing craft rumbled toward the target port, while the propellers on the winged assault hammers of the Casters assault boats flashed bright yellow.

Saint Gilles soared into the sky, accelerating himself to maximum speed.

Behind him, snow-white feathers unfurled and exploded, their enormous wings extending in wide arcs, gripping the airflow and effortlessly controlling it.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, but his brave face was full of determination.

His dazzling hair fluttered in the air as he roared out his challenge.

Saint Gilles drew his strange red sword with a curved, barbed hilt, which shared the same origin as the sword wielded by his close friend and brother Horus, who was far away on the other side of the galaxy.

Thirteen companies of assault soldiers, carrying roaring jump packs, followed closely behind their genetic father.

At the center is the Angel's Blood Guard, their golden armor and pure white wings complementing him.

The guards' wings were made of enamel metal, and the orange flames spewed from their blazing engines propelled them swiftly through the void.

With an impact even greater than that of a Titan cannon, Saint Gilles crashed to the ground.

His boots slammed onto the stone slab, creating a perfect circular ripple radiating outwards from him.

Captain Azcalon of the Blood Guard landed close behind the Primarch, looking around warily.

The holographic field blended with the clouds, and strange organic leaves rustled.

In the hazy, supernatural fog, a multi-layered attack suddenly struck.

Dark clouds gathered, and a torrential downpour began.

Amidst the unsettling howling wind, the air was thick with the pungent smell of ozone.

Pulsed lasers and plasma beams, concealed within the hailstones, swooped down.

Whoosh...

In the neat formation, an assault squad was torn apart by a beam of light.

Before the crystal gate, the warriors of the Path stood with indifferent faces, unleashing a barrage of star darts.

They had long since donned the "mask of war," harnessing the power of anger to calmly reveal the many facets of Kane.

Only when the battle is over will they be able to let their emotions return to them and mourn their fallen comrades.

The ferocious Avengers unleashed a hurricane-like barrage, felling the front-line assault squads in droves, their blood staining the crystal path crimson.

Amidst the rising, ethereal mist, a dazzling light emerged.

A Spirit Clan war shaman suddenly appeared, wielding a gleaming spear.

War shamans are a collective term for visionaries who once walked the "path of warriors" but have now turned to the "path of prophets".

The runes engraved on the ornate helmets worn by the war shamans represent the close connection they have always maintained with the shrines to which they have served in the past.

They relied on their extensive military experience and powerful psychic abilities to aid the tribal shrines they had once served.

The war shaman appeared out of nowhere behind the Holy Blood Angels' front line, his helmet adorned with dazzling fire dragon runes.

He uttered a short, elegant phrase, imbued with a burning passion.

call!
A line of fire dragon warriors appeared amidst Kane's destructive power.

Flames rolled forward across the Forbidden City, and several squads of Holy Blood Angels evaporated in the hissing blood.

Melted armor plates splattered.

Saint Gilles soared into the sky, heading straight for the Eldar war shaman.

The war shaman raised his elegant left arm, and the Dragon Breath Spear unleashed a burst of flames.

The flames soared into the air, yet did not touch the sacred wings in the slightest.

Saint Gilles' sword tip drew a bright arc with a gleaming metallic sheen as the blade whistled through the air.

The runes on the War Witch Armor suddenly rose up, and the molten flow spewed by the Fire Dragon Warrior noticeably faded, as an indestructible psionic shield appeared out of thin air.

The "protection" raised by the war witches can withstand ballistic missile attacks, but the depleted focus and physical strength prevent them from performing other actions, including maintaining the "enhancement" of the tribe.

The monomolecular blades continued to tear at the psionic shield, emitting a series of piercing hissing sounds.

The fire dragon warriors turned their guns around and unleashed a destructive torrent of molten metal at Saint Gilles.

Whoosh!
Saint Gilles flapped his pure white wings and unleashed a barrage of attacks around the war shaman.

The streaks of fire shot past, but did not touch a single point of the pure white wings.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the monomolecular sword sliced ​​through the elegant armor, disemboweling the war shaman.

Saint Gilles withdrew his sword and nodded to his honor guard.

Each of their helmets was carved with the noble face of the Father of Genetics, and each of them was like a mirror of Saint Gillespie.

Their ornate wrist-mounted explosive guns roared and blasted towards the fire dragon warriors.

Sanguires flicked his wrist. "Azcalon, First Blood."

The weapon continued to slide in, the monomolecular blade biting into the Eldar war shaman's elegant armor.

At the same moment that Saint Gilles personally slayed the war witch guarding the dock, and the "Holy Blood Angel" achieved a breakthrough, on the other side of the Elegant Ark world.

The boarding torpedo flew past, smashing through the star cluster particles.

A black gauntlet-shaped assault boat followed closely behind, sand gliding across its hull.

Tezuka Sasebo's body was pinned to his seat by the inertia-restraining clamps. After returning to the 10th Warband as the "Corpse Collector," he became a member of Lord Ramsey's honor guard. This time, he followed his battle comrades to the Cyriolet system.

After becoming a "gravedigger," he joined forces with the monks of the warband to launch an offensive against the docks and establish a landing site.

Sasebo Tezuka looked across at the think tank Okafor. As a member of the Lord's Honor Guard, he knew of the 530 think tanks that provided support to the chapter.

"Attack!" A glint flashed in the "Prying Eyes" of "The Scroll Professor" Okafor, which could never be closed, and he shouted a warning.

The gauntlet-shaped assault boat trembled violently.

The urgent alarm echoed inside the cabin, the anti-gravity coil exploded, the assault boat lost its balance, and crashed down like a kite with a broken string.

Boom!

Click...

While suppressing the unlocking of the clamp, Tezuka Sasebo grabbed the Bedrock-type Bomb Gun.

crackle...

The heatwave assaulted the gravedigger's icy body, and smoke filled the air.

Just as Tezuka Sasebo was about to rush into the sea of ​​fire, he heard Dunn's voice in his ear—"Freeze."

The gray-black scroll slid past him, casting streaks of crystal-clear light.

The raging flames were instantly frozen.

"The Scroll Professor" Okafor walked past Tezuka Sasebo and jumped into the slide first.

Sasebo Tezuka then leaped out, but before he landed, a loud bang rang in his ears.

Rumble!
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure standing in mid-air, surrounded by strong winds.

He raised his force field staff high, and the psionic crystal emitted a blinding light.

Dark clouds gathered, and a bolt of silver lightning struck out of nowhere.

boom!
Amidst the deafening roar, the hazy holographic illusion tore apart, and the alien's elegant hovercraft disintegrated into countless tiny electric snakes.

Whoosh...

A majestic eagle roared down from the clouds, and the Eldar eagle warriors with wings on their backs swooped down.

They threw small but powerful grenades from their holsters, which swept through the storm.

The exploding white plasma sphere roared as it tore apart several Stormbirds, and the Shadow Order members were blasted into a bloody mess, their corpses completely disintegrating before they even hit the ground.

The soaring eagles circled in neat formation, unleashing a torrent of laser beams that struck the black-armored warriors in the air.

Nicholas, the "Ocean Singer," suddenly opened his mouth, and Fenris's cold voice struck the hearts of the Flying Eagle warriors like a blade.

The beautiful and elegant eagles collided with each other amidst the tearing "songs".

With a thought, Nicholas, a storm-type psionicist, caused the conductive fibers connected to his neurocortex to drive thousands of metal plates made of top-grade gold alloy to flip.

He rolled over, creating a storm and distancing himself from the soaring eagles.

The war shaman's wings flapped, and he roared with unwavering courage and inspiring ambition.

The sense of victory instilled by the "invigorating" spirit enabled the Flying Eagles to quickly regroup.

On the ground, the mind-controlling Okafor gazed into the sky, searching for the figure of the war wizard among the howling eagles.

In the pre-war documents issued by the Father of Genetics, it was specifically emphasized that Mag Silas was very different from other Eldar Arks.

The war is not led by war priests, but by war shamans, whose psychic powers can greatly enhance the tribe's warriors.

"The Scroll Professor" Okafore raised his hand and flicked out a pale black scroll, "Windwalker!"

Blue flames roared up, swirling around him and propelling him upwards at high speed.

He ascended to the third level of Magnus's mind, and his consciousness rapidly expanded.

boom!
Okafor was bleeding from his mouth and nose, completely at a disadvantage in his mental clash with the war witch.

A smile played on his lips. Despite his defeat, he had followed the path of his mind and pinpointed the location of the War Witch.

The mind-based psychic was about to launch a thought pulse when his thoughts suddenly faltered.

Okafor suddenly exited the Magnusian state of mind and entered the Thelmaian state of mind.

Boom boom boom...

Amidst the ongoing collisions in the realm of the mind, the "Scroll Professor" spread his spirituality, simultaneously touching Nicholas in the air and Tezuka Sasebo on the ground.

The "Hidden Voice" channel established by the "Scroll Professor" is unaffected by the War Witch.

With his flowing black hair, Nicholas, the "Ocean Singer," conjures up a hurricane as he twirls his hands around.

A fierce wind swept through the soaring eagle, tearing at its wings.

Their speed suddenly slowed down.

"Burn!" the "Scroll Professor" shouted, throwing out an orange scroll.

Crack!

Amidst the explosions, a psionic shield surrounded the war wizard.

With a loud bang, the flames dissipated.

boom!
The diamond bullet hurtled upwards and pierced the ornate helmet.

The war shaman's head exploded.

(End of this chapter)