Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 775 Radolphin: Thierry, I stirred up a storm locally, but you became the anvil of the whole.

After the "Holy Blood Angels" established a foothold in the dock area, First Company Commander Radolon dispatched the Old 200 Company to form three battle groups to launch an attack.

When Saint Gilles accepted his volatile and easily angered son, he, like Nimrod, brought a sense of order to the Legion in order to satisfy its thirst for bloodshed and violence.

The reorganized "Holy Blood Angels" consisted of two hundred companies. When the angels announced the rebirth of the legion and the restoration of order, each company had about three hundred soldiers.

Now, the number of companies continues to grow, exceeding 270.

The number of soldiers in a company is not just three hundred; in some companies, the number of combat brothers is close to five hundred.

Inspired by the Shadowmoon Wolf, Saint Jereth would temporarily assemble battle groups of varying sizes according to the needs of his warriors.

His most outstanding son, Warband Master Radoron, was particularly skilled in this area.

The Warband Master deployed seventy companies on each flank. As they spread out, covering the area leading from the dock area to the node confirmed by the think tank team, he decided to personally lead sixty companies straight to the node.

Before the raid, Radolon, as was customary, summoned the company commanders.

He took out a tall, narrow, flat-bottomed cup from the metal box. It was made of black oxidized metal and its outer surface was covered with a layer of shallow, tiny spikes.

The spikes are all hollow.

After all the company commanders removed their right-hand gauntlets, Radolon picked up the Holy Grail with his bare hands and held it tightly.

Sharp spikes pierced his hard palm, drawing blood.

Radolphin handed the Holy Grail to the company commander beside him, and then passed it on to the next person.

The spikes were soaked with the blood of sixty company commanders, and the cups became heavy with the liquid they contained.

Ultimately, Radolphin reclaimed the Holy Grail.

He put on his gauntlets, and the others followed suit. Tao Gang closed the gauntlets with a click.

The chief platoon leader spun the mixed blood of sixty platoon leaders with his index finger, marking each of them with a mark: the legion emblem of the "Holy Blood Angels," a winged blood droplet—a ruby ​​blood bead with wings, a red line drawn on its right wing.

The Terrans were reluctant to call their legionary customs rituals, as these religious practices were strictly forbidden when the Emperor taught them.

They regarded it as a tradition, a pre-war practice.

This was part of the Baal culture before the "Burning War".

By sharing blood before the battle, the blood each soldier smeared on their armor forged and strengthened the oath between brothers in arms.

They all come from the same bloodline.

"Our blood brothers have spread their wings," Radoron roared.

"They are the anvils."

"We are the hammer, we are the storm, we will crush the enemy."

Ladoron was full of confidence; the Blood Angels' swift attack would tear through the enemy lines, leaving only a field of alien corpses for the Shadow of Order.

The company commanders put on their helmets, and with a gentle tremor, the emerald goggles were activated.

Various icons and signals were transmitted to their cerebral cortex via neural interfaces, and they commanded their squad of warriors to complete the blood ritual in the presence of the Watchers.

Radolon's battle group, with explosives loaded, prepared to inflict death.

They strode up the elegant avenue of the Eldar, the heavy thud of their magnetic boots echoing, runes flashing rapidly within their goggles.

"At four o'clock, the right flank battle group has lured out those aliens hidden in the psionic fog."

Tear them apart!

"For Saint Gilles and the Emperor!"

As Radolon gave the order in the main sound array network, he suddenly took a long stride and started running.

He threw a Clark grenade, stirring up a storm.

The grenade whistled through the Eldar formation and detonated in front of the War Wizard.

As the shield trembled, the explosive projectiles fired by Radoron grazed past the surrounding ferocious Avengers, striking them precisely.

Boom boom boom...

Radolon's battle group joined the barrage, the booming chorus rising higher and higher, overwhelming Kane's storm of vengeance.

"Grenades," Radoron shouted, "Impact mode."

Each company's front-line assault squad moved in sync with the chief company commander's actions.

They pulled a drum-shaped object from their belts, ready to strike.

Grenades spun through the air and crashed down on the Storm Avengers.

The Holy Blood Angels raised their chainsaw swords and other weapons to block the multi-layered magnesium light from the explosion.

A series of thunderous explosions echoed and reverberated, and the entire group of Storm Avengers, along with the War Wizards, exploded.

"Enemy attack!"

Just as the alert from the think tank Kano sounded on the sound array channel, streaks of fire meteors rained down from the sky.

Six lookouts rose up, circling the stream of flames, their eyes spewing forth hellfire.

The Observers of Mag Silas unleash molten lava without restraint, showing no regard for the evil god who eternally hunts their souls.

The molten flow from all directions converged at one point, cascading down in a torrent.

The think tank team collectively raised their force field staffs, erecting an invisible barrier.

Boom boom boom!
The explosion echoed, and the ground trembled violently.

The blinding light robbed the Holy Blood Angels of their sight.

The raging, violent flow of molten metal overwhelmed the barrier of reason.

Suddenly, flames erupted from the psychic hoods of the three think tank members, and meteor bones rained down.

The destructive molten flow tore through the psionic barrier and detonated in the center of Radoron's battle group.

Hundreds of blood angels were burned to ashes, leaving empty holes.

Without even needing to look through his goggles, the think tank leader, Kano, could feel the agony of his fellow warriors being burned alive by the psychic flames. His gaze was cold as he stared at the alien psionic beings in the air, who were unleashing their psionic power with impunity.

He wouldn't do that.

The precise wielding of psionic power, like a bomb gun or a sharp blade.

He was not violent, but deadly and precise.

Cano's consciousness spread, stirring Radolon's heart.

"Company Commander, attack!"

boom!
As Radoron aimed at a lookout, Cano simultaneously swung his power field staff.

Bombs exploded, and psionic crystals shone.

The bomb burst forth with a dazzling light.

boom!
The diamond warhead soared upwards.

Crack, crackle, crackle...

Amidst a series of ear-piercing explosions, the explosive bomb pierced through the flame shield and slammed into the lookout's head.

boom!
The gazer's head exploded.

As the "Blood Angels" think tank propelled Radoron's battle group toward the psionic node, the Eighth Chapter of the "Shadow of Order" replaced the Eleventh Chapter and launched a full-scale offensive.

Thierry Vieira, the "Guardian," strode forward, his Saturn-shaped Terminator armor making him even faster than the "Warriors" in their Mark II power armor.

He charged forward at high speed and crashed into the ranks of the Wind Riders.

After becoming a "Guardian", the blade that Master Kasser reforged for him, after nearly sixty years of wearing, was already able to radiate psionic light when activated.

A burst of colorful light flashed, and the Wind Rider and the psionic jet motorcycle were blasted into a pile of debris.

Whoosh...

Three wind riders roared through the air, leaving afterimages in the eyes of the Shadow of Order, as they attacked the black-armored monkey.

Thierry the Guardian spun his sword, its dazzling light sweeping across the afterimages.

bang bang bang...

With a loud bang, Thierry turned around abruptly.

A misty haze drifted by, and the crystal dome emitted a faint glow.

Fiery meteors fell from the sky.

The "Wizard's" intelligence strategist's "Eye of the Secrets" detected the attack, which was shrouded in psionic mist, before its fellow warriors could.

The "wizard" suddenly raised his hand and flung out a large handful of powder made from Kraken iron scale mixed with ground black basalt.

bang bang bang...

Amidst the deafening roar, molten flames crashed against the force field barrier like a waterfall.

The wizard's face grew paler and paler. Even with the power bestowed upon him by his father, he was no match for the seven Watchers who were lurking in the psionic mist and launching a joint attack.

Amidst crackling sounds, the black powder transformed into specks of light, and the force field barrier rapidly shrank in size.

Obsidian's eyes darted around, and he saw the Honor Guard members ahead, their black armor gleaming with a clear, morning light.

The molten liquid surged down, only to be swallowed up by the dreamlike light of dawn.

The royal viscounts could hold them off, but what about the ordinary cultivators?
As the think tank pondered, a loud bang rang in their ears.

Thierry the Guardian whizzed past him and entered the fourth company's front line.

He, along with Company Commander Buuka, Second Company Commander Joe Vattara, and Third Company Commander Pierre Wright, knelt down and plunged their greatswords into the ground.

The "Guardians" were surrounded by a dawn-like light, which formed illusory walls on both sides, protecting everyone inside.

The molten flow surged forth, crashing against the invisible wall before exploding and scattering to both sides.

"attack!"

The Honor Guard's "Dawn Knight" suddenly plunged his two-handed greatsword into the ground, sending fragments of dawn-like light soaring into the air.

A flashing, violent hurricane shot into the sky, tearing through the pervasive psionic mist.

Bang bang bang!

The four lookouts were torn apart by the "storm of light".

The "Guardians" all stood up, and a pillar of light shot into the sky.

The dawn light emanating from the "Guardians" was greater than that of thirty "Dawn Knights".

Bang bang bang!

The storm swept across the land, tearing apart the other four lookouts.

As the observer who created the mist died, the shimmering light that had been obscured pierced the wizard's "eye of mystery."

Psionic Node!

……

boom!
With a deafening roar, the alien's pus and blood stained the snow-white right wing of the Radolon Legion insignia.

He glanced at Kano, the only survivor among the fourteen think tank members, whose armor was covered in ice.

Just as Radoron was about to speak, the helmet communicator buzzed.

After silently listening to the report from his allies, he silently looked into the distance.

Thierry, you beat me to it.

I stirred up a storm locally, but you became the anvil of the whole affair.
Just as Radolon was about to issue the order to assemble and support friendly forces, the communicator rang again.

After hearing the information, he said to the think tank member Kano, who had walked up to him, "They're here..."

(End of this chapter)