Signing a singing contract with an intelligent ship that also loved listening to songs

Contract"

In the Tovendis space system, black and gray-rock-colored ships leaped out from the light.

On the bridge of the Radiance, Wilshire walked to the holographic strategy table.

"Auspex, turn on at maximum power!"

The energy of the Heaven's Punishment-class Reactor is redistributed, and the Scanner Array provides feedback time and again.

As the entire space became clearer, video screens around them lit up one after another.

Wilshire looked up at the largest video screen, at the magnified scan image.

His target— the Song of Slaughter," a spaceship from the " Dark Mechanicum Era."

Its shape is completely different from the Imperium's Gothic airships.

The Song of Slaughter is generally designed in an ancient, minimalist style, and its exterior appears to consist of silver armor and illuminated windows.

Wilshire activated the helmet's built-in Communicator and assigned tasks.

"Vox Master, the Song of Slaughter possesses extremely high cognitive abilities. Send a communication request to attempt to persuade him."

"Librarian, contact Zadkiel immediately. Have him devise an interception plan and a boarding plan for me and the Honor Guard."

"Tell Winterborn that his company is to proceed to the surface of Tovendis to investigate the heretical corruption of the local people."

Upon receiving the Librarian's report, Zadkiel immediately took action.

The "Lawyer" has already won over five company commanders and their adjutants with his devout followers during the voyage.

He was certain that he had become a true "Lawyer," and that after helping Wilshire obtain the spaceship, he would surely receive Lord Nimrod's favor once again.

With the help of liaison ships and Librarian, Zadkiel's plan was implemented.

The capital ships were scattered around the planet Tovendis, like roadblocks.

One hundred and sixteen frigates and destroyers are scattered among them, ready to intercept any target that attempts to escape.

Zadkiel's fleet was positioned on the outermost perimeter, flying in orbit as the last line of defense.

Tovendis had not developed interstellar travel capabilities, and the First Company's fleet reached orbit without any hindrance.

The Shadow-pattern Stormbird took off from ships such as the Shadow of the Sun and silently flew towards the ground.

On the bridge of the Radiance, Wilshire stood in front of the observation window, gazing at the Song of Slaughter.

Unlike the Imperium's silver-white aircraft, the Song of Slaughter took off and made contact with the black communication ship.

Wilshire waited quietly until the helmet Communicator rang.

"My lord, it took me a while to understand... what that ship meant."

"He seemed to say..." the Vox Master said uncertainly, "Don't disturb him while he's listening to music."

Wilshire was also stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected such a response.

[As mentioned by my Lord in the Data Crystal, the Song of Slaughter came to this world on its own.]

He also mentioned that most heretics in the world worship the evil god Slaanesh.

Slaanesh is also a god of pleasure and art, fond of songs... the Song of Slaughter... Hmm, that seems to match.

"Play any song you can find on repeat," Wilshire thought of the large number of "Bard" under his command.

He immediately ordered his captain of the guard, "Statistical Chapter, all Shadow of Order skilled in singing."

Finally, he instructed the Librarian to send a message to Winterborn to verify whether Tovendis's Chaos Cultist were related to the song.

The Shadow-pattern Stormbird of Winterborn landed 35 kilometers east of the area with the highest life signal in the Auger Matrix scan.

Winterborn stepped off the Stormbird and looked around.

In the basin, towering ancient trees stand tall, and winding rivers meander through like ribbons.

[A beautiful world.] Winterborn, after his initial admiration, became even more wary.

Leaving behind an adjutant to lead two squads to guard and protect the aircraft, he led the remaining Honor Guard forward.

After crossing six hillsides, a thin mist rose and clung to the crisp trees.

The Shadow of Order strode forward, like discordant figures intruding into a beautiful oil painting.

"Alert!"

Winterborn shouted as he glimpsed six figures approaching from a distance.

The way they moved looked very strange; wrapped in silk, they walked with a sideways gait, their knees and ankles bent at odd angles, like reptiles.

They moved forward in a strange way, yet at an unusually fast speed.

The "Solar High Priest's " eyes lit up with golden light, and he immediately saw the body wrapped in silk.

Its horns curve backward, its long tail stands upright, and its long tongue protrudes.

Slaaneshi Daemon.

"Sun Holy Water!"

Having recently encountered the Slaaneshi Daemon, he knew how to deal with these creatures.

The six "Light Worshipper" drew golden bottles from their waists and threw them forcefully.

With a loud bang, the Slaaneshi Daemon let out a shrill scream.

The "Solar High Priest" raised his hand, and golden, illusory flames spontaneously ignited in the air.

The flames exuded the majestic and pervasive aura of the Sun, pure and sacred.

The Slaaneshi Daemon's Distortion body burned like a candle, turning into drops of liquid, and vanished with a mournful howl.

Winterborn led his team forward, his helmet Communicator receiving reports of noisy signals.

Some kind of supernatural force is interfering with communication signals.

As he continued his journey, he encountered no more Slaaneshi Daemon, and the beautiful songs gradually seeped into his ears.

Reaching the edge of the dense forest, he surveyed the area ahead and saw a translucent, slimy creature covering the roof of Purple building.

Its surface is gel-like, covered with countless unblinking eyes.

Like some kind of giant parasite, it occupied the rooftops of a series of houses, with a diameter of several hundred meters.

Its boundaries are fluid, constantly moving, and oozing pus.

Six enormous tendrils, like writhing tentacles, hung down from the massive, amorphous body, and the air was filled with absurd and nauseating hissing sounds.

Winterborn's gaze followed the tendrils downwards, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

He saw each tendril wrapped around a person, their bones creaking and cracking as they crumbled little by little in agony.

The slime Corrosion their faces, and their eyes, ears, noses, and other organs disappeared rapidly.

But the three men and three women simultaneously wore smiles of Affliction mixed with a strange sense of satisfaction, as if they were enjoying themselves.

The people around them knelt on the ground, chanting beautiful songs with piety and fervor.

The beautiful melody contrasts sharply with the cruel torture.

A flash of anger crossed Winterborn's eyes. [The Tovendis are beyond saving.]

"Attack!"

The Bolter roared into action, blasting the heretics into pools of blood mist.

Golden light shone in the eyes of the "Solar High Priest," and the Sun spread out.

A sacred, radiant light descended from the heavens, emanating pure, warm radiance.

The "Summon Holy Light" tore a hole tens of meters in diameter in the body of the Slaaneshi Daemon.

Countless densely packed eyes on Winterborn's gel-like body were simultaneously fixed on him.

The "Solar High Priest" felt as if he were being targeted by a Malice supernatural being, and his whole body was itchy.

The tendrils of the tendrils twisted and turned, spreading outwards.

The "Solar High Priest's" eyes flashed with golden light as he chanted in Dunnish, "Holy Flame!"

The Archaeotech Pistol was raised and fired; the pure light, under the influence of the "Sacred Oath," transformed into a pure golden beam.

Bang bang bang!

The three tendrils burst into golden flames and vanished swiftly in a golden light.

The "Solar High Priest" gripped the Thunder Hammer tightly, and the blue force field rapidly turned gold.

The "Solar High Priest" strode forward, swinging his golden hammer.

Bang bang bang!

With a sledgehammer pounding left and right, the "Purification Slash" cleaved through the scrolling tentacles one by one.

Winterborn continued forward and saw the Chaos Cultist charging towards him, weapons in hand.

He shook his head slightly, watching indifferently as they were torn apart by the explosives.

The Shadow of Order strode forward, their black armor growing heavier and heavier, as if coated in slime.

"Concentrated!"

The "Solar High Priest" gave the order, and golden light surged, covering the surroundings.

The viscous feeling vanished rapidly within the "Solar Halo".

"Sun Holy Water!"

The "Solar High Priest" raised his hand, and dozens of drops of golden liquid appeared out of thin air, sprinkling onto the monster along with the "Sun Holy Water" thrown out and prepared in advance by the "Light Worshipper".

The Slaaneshi Daemon let out an Affliction howl, and his gelatinous body melted away in the light.

The Slaaneshi Daemon, now shrunken and only one-tenth the size it once was, was now a tiny creature.

The "Solar High Priest" sheathed his weapon at his waist, then brandished his hands, conjuring up illusory golden flames out of thin air.

Flames, radiating the powerful and pervasive aura of the Sun, densely clustered together to form an ocean.

Pure and holy, covering the Slaaneshi Daemon like a net.

With a defiant roar, the Slaaneshi Daemon vanished swiftly in the "Fire of Light".

Four hours later, the Shadow-pattern Stormbird rapidly ascended, and Winterborn gathered more and more information. He established a communication connection with the Lord of Light and began to report.

After hearing Winterborn's report, Wilshire learned that all fifteen detachments had witnessed the Slaaneshi Daemon and their Chaos Cultist.

He remained silent for four seconds before issuing the order.

"Erase Tovendis."

"Prepare the aircraft. I will lead two hundred of the best Warrior from my Chapter to the Song of Slaughter."

"Maintain speed, and play a selection of songs on every Stormbird!"

Black Stormbird leaped from the warships, and the best Singer from each company of the Second Legion gathered in the void.

The Song of Slaughter suddenly accelerated as it circled Tovendis, like Silver Stallion galloping through the Purple starlight.

One warship after another formed an attack formation in high-altitude synchronous orbit.

Thousands upon thousands of weapons were aimed at the planet's surface below, bombarding it with artillery, energy weapons, kinetic weapons...

The multiple sonic booms triggered by the hypersonic bomb masked the singing that lingered on the ground, creating a deafening, rumbling echo.

The Lance pierced the psychedelic weapon, and the dazzling vertical light Distortion and crashed to the ground.

Lava bombs rained down from the sky, flattening the crisp mountain peaks like hammer blows.

The blinding energy weapon left scorching marks, tearing through the twilight mist.

The silver-white spaceship rotated, its weapons turning as it went.

The fleet of "Shadow of Order" mobilizes its energy to maintain the Void Shield at maximum power.

The Song of Slaughter did not fire. After a sidereal hour, it slowed down and then turned to approach the Stormbird formation it had previously evaded.

A smile appeared on Wilshire's face as he watched the Stormbird.

His method worked; as Tovendis's singing gradually subsided, the Song of Slaughter was naturally drawn to his song matrix.

"My lord, the exposed flight platform of the Song of Slaughter seems to be inviting us in."

"Land!" Wilshire gave the order.

Two standard hours later, Wilshire led the team into the cabin to the sound of singing.

He noticed that the walls were made of polished chrome-plated surfaces and fluorescent strips, and every curve of the wall was smooth and flawless.

The floor was a bright silver, and the walls were covered with mirror-like, gleaming metal.

Every corridor and doorway I walked through was circular, filled with blank reading screens, all of which, along with the luminous strips on the ceiling, emitted a continuous, uniform light.

Despite its age, it is in remarkably good condition, maintained by its internal machinery, and is bright and clean, even cleaner than some Imperium ships.

Wilshire did not go to the bridge; instead, he went straight to the core of the ship, as the Black Emperor had instructed.

After passing through two decks, a piercing sound suddenly rang out.

Whoosh whoosh!

It is a silver-white, disc-shaped metal object with two cannons mounted on its side.

A gleaming drone, with a cannon hanging below it.

Wilshire raised his hand, and two hundred "Bard" burst into song.

A deep, resonant melody, with its magnetic tone, echoed across the deck.

UFOs and drones dispersed to the rhythm, and the procession moved forward to the core of the spaceship.

A towering, gray-black stack of memories surrounds the entire square.

Each building's surface is covered with faint ripples of light, and the wide, circular, dark stone field is filled with delicate light, forming complex Geometry shapes.

The swirling pattern decomposes and reassembles as the ship contemplates.

Wilshire gestured for the music to stop and shouted, "I have a proposal!"

As the song faded, countless aircraft roared in.

Wilshire remained expressionless and continued.

"Sign a contract with me, and you'll hear us sing for you every single moment."

Wilshire waited for fifteen seconds, but still received no response.

He removed his helmet, recalling the Viking war songs that echoed from his home city of Terra Morvor.

"The Vikings went on expeditions to foreign lands."

The men of Scandinavia set off.

On the king's ship, the Warrior stood side by side.

Battle preparations complete..."

A stirring war song resounded, and the surrounding Shadow of Order swayed with each step.

A majestic song resounded like Thunder, echoing throughout the core of the spaceship.

The song ended, but the sound lingered in the square for a long time.

A minute later, the sound gradually subsided, carrying an approving tone, as if Sonic Array was speaking.

"I am willing to sign a contract with you."

The "Notary" pulled out a pre-prepared parchment and wrote a contract on both sides in Dunnish and Gothic.

Wilshire and the Contract of the Song of Slaughter.

Duty: To continue singing the Song of Slaughter.

Rights: The Song of Slaughter serves the Second Legion of the "Shadow of Order," including Void Warfare, defending against boarding...

A silver light shone on the contract, and then, with a rumbling sound, a silver-white arm emerged from the gray building, signing simultaneously with Wilshire's signature.

After the "Notary" signed his approval, he felt a subtle but invisible connection between the parchment in his hand and himself.