Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Inside the Throne Sanctuary.

Haskataev, the high-ranking undead lord of the Sotek dynasty, slowly raised his head.

According to the timestamp comparison of the Dynasty Star Chart, the Milky Way has not even entered the scheduled full awakening cycle at this time.

"Report the source of the anomaly."

Seconds later, external holographic monitoring was forcibly accessed into its central field of vision.

When Haskataev saw the countless floating destroyers covering the mountains and the ferocious mechanical figure leading them, his normally stable green optical eyepiece suddenly contracted to its limit.

"Anmentar, that exiled madman?"

Without any hesitation, this battle-hardened nobleman immediately issued the highest defensive order:

"Sever the elevators from the third to the twelfth level of the tomb!"

"Close all peripheral phase access ports!"

"Royal Guard Regiment, awaken immediately, activate anti-gravity defense array, and execute backup transfer protocol—"

Before the command was fully transmitted, all the green lights on the dome of the main control hall suddenly flickered violently.

A foreign privileged command, filled with malice and a desire for destruction, brutally penetrated Uzshemyk's core data link.

Haskatef suddenly stood up:

"Who gave you permission to overstep your authority and tamper with the core authentication of the Sotek dynasty?"

The answer it received was a sudden massacre of its own people.

The eight royal guards who had just completed their self-checks on both sides of the main control hall suddenly froze.

In the next millisecond, the light in the guard's eyes changed from a deep, dark green to a restless, pale white.

They turned their bodies, their hyperphase blades and Gauss burst guns aimed directly at their uncorrupted comrades beside them.

The blinding energy beam instantly sliced ​​deep slag trenches into the floor of the main control hall, and the bodies of the two guards were instantly decomposed into scattered metal fragments.

What was originally a solemn and orderly awakening ceremony devolved into an out-of-control infighting.

Even more terrifying is that this logical distortion is spreading exponentially along the distributed network of the tombs.

Any undead warrior swept by the data stream had their original hierarchical obedience agreement completely collapse, leaving only an ever-growing killing command in their minds.

"Damn it... Disconnect the main neural network! Everyone, immediately enter cold shutdown mode!"

Haskatef finally felt the long-lost shock and anger.

Just as it was about to press the emergency isolation button, a green phase rift suddenly opened in the air behind the throne.

Anmental stepped out of the void.

Haskatef drew his blade and slashed backward, but Ammental's heavy mechanical limbs suddenly closed at an incredible speed, like a heavy hydraulic cage, clamping Lord Sotek's wrist firmly in mid-air.

Several green data lines carrying highly corrosive logic viruses pierced directly through the control interface at the back of Haskatef's head.

"I am very satisfied with your tomb world."

"Lend it to me."

Haskatef's body convulsed violently, and the optical goggles under his metal visor flickered wildly, attempting to mobilize the remaining computing power to build a firewall.

……

Nova Magno, the ninth agricultural region.

At dawn, the first batch of farm workers to leave the barracks discovered that tens of thousands of livestock were all crammed into the southernmost corner of the enclosure, stubbornly resisting the barbed wire and refusing to move an inch north, no matter how much they were whipped with electric whips.

Immediately afterwards, scalding white steam began to rise from the clear underground water channel, and the water temperature climbed to boiling point within half an hour.

Three regional power grids covering the Northern Hemisphere experienced widespread overload and power outages without warning, causing compasses to spin wildly and the navigation gyroscopes of heavy mining trucks to jump erratically on the control panel.

The first fissure, several kilometers deep, tore open the fertile farmland.

The tip of a geometric pyramid, entirely black, slowly emerges from the depths of the earth's crust.

The moment the garrison commander saw the eerie green arcs of electricity leaping from the tower's spire, he shattered the emergency alarm on the control panel with the highest authority:

"Ancient underground tomb awakens! Highest level alien invasion alert, requesting full-scale military reinforcements!!"

On the void cruise line only three astronomical units away from Nova Magno.

Having just completed a routine inspection of the garrison fleet, Ultramariner Titus straightened up the moment the tactical briefing popped up.

“Gaussian residual readings have exceeded critical values, and at least nine signs of Blackstone structures rising on the surface have been detected.”

"Notify the entire company to complete the loading of the airdrop capsule within five minutes."

"When the necromantic tombs first awaken, their energy systems are at a low point, making it the easiest time to remove them. Once they drag all the heavily fortified platforms that have been underground for tens of millions of years to the surface, the entire star sector will be dragged into a quagmire."

The Ultra Warrior's attack came swiftly.

Within two hours, twenty airdrop pods crashed through the chaotic surface of the Ninth Defense Zone like meteorites.

Titus personally led the charge, quickly reconnecting the scattered mortal defense forces and the foundation sequence to the command chain, and used molten bombs to destroy three small phase nodes that had just emerged from the ground.

After stabilizing the front line, Titus set his sights on the ruins of Umbula.

The basin, which the Imperial archaeological team had originally classified as an ordinary ancient ruin, has now been transformed into a forest of undead metal rising from the ground.

The massive black stone structure pierced the sky like a blade, while eerie green phase arcs of electricity roared like thunder between the main towers.

On the orbital thermal imaging scan, this area looks like a green demonic eye opening from hell.

"That is the main surface control beacon for the entire tomb world."

"The core is not fully connected yet. Destroying it will buy at least seventy standard hours of window time for reinforcements from the rear."

Titus raised his hand and swiped across the highest authorization column of the arms inventory: "Use vortex bombs."

Just as the assault team was about to reach the detonation point, a sound of space tearing suddenly rang out from above!

Hundreds of anti-gravity destroyers, each equipped with a heavy gauss cannon, swooped down violently from the void rift!

"Detonate the vortex bomb! Now!!"

The veteran tactician, carrying a suitcase-style vortex fuse, pressed the detonation button, but there was no response.

"Report! The space fuse cannot capture subspace coordinates! The detonation procedure is locked!"

An invisible spatial deflection force field firmly welds the real dimensions within a ten-kilometer radius to an absolutely stable reference plane.

The necromancer's technology directly eliminates the possibility of the surrounding space being torn apart.

Here, the vortex bomb simply cannot complete the dimensional collapse required for detonation.

Titus made a tactical decision in an instant: "Cancel the detonation mission! Alternate cover, everyone retreat!!"

Bomb guns and fragmentation grenades erected a continuous wall of smoke and fire behind them. Titus, holding the Storm Shield, personally covered the rear. Before the last batch of warriors stepped into the stasis field, he slammed three magnetic fusion explosives into the necromantic control center behind him.

Boom!

The explosion overturned half of the outer hall, but more green lights were densely lit up deep underground.

Upon returning to his warship, Titus immediately reported the news.

A large necropolis has been confirmed to exist beneath Nova Magno.

The tomb originally belonged to the Sotek dynasty.

[The Destroyer Warlord Necroso Anmentar suddenly appears.]

The local undead are suffering from massive Destroyer logic corruption, and the original dynasty's command system appears to have failed.

The enemy numbers continue to rise; the tomb world remains in a state of full awakening.

The raid on the Umbula ruins failed.

This intelligence, spanning a strategic network across five hundred worlds, was presented to two individuals.

One is Guilliman.

The other one is Lawson of Terra.

…………

The Office of the Seal Keeper.

Lawson finished reading the report.

Er Gou asked in a low voice, "Boss, should we mobilize the Second Expeditionary Fleet or have the Guards prepare for a jump?"

"No need."

Lawson waved his hand casually: "Guilliman is in Macragge, and Titus's company has already established a contact line on the scene. If Terra has to send people over to suppress this level of awakening, then Robert's defense system built in the Five Hundred Worlds over the past ten years has been a waste."

"Open the highest-level logistics channels to Macurag. Allocate two combat units, eight hundred third-generation Wolverines and two hundred Sabretooth heavy armored platforms, and directly integrate them into the Otlama theater command chain."

"The static delivery network is always ready to be deployed. How to launch it and how many people to deploy are up to Guilliman to decide."

Finally, Lawson didn't forget to instruct them to retrieve all the living metal.

After years of collection, the space of the static force field has reached 30 cubic meters, and Klossen would never complain about the amount of space.

……

Meanwhile, in Macurag, the highest command center of the Crown of Hera fortress.

Robert Guilliman's face, which had remained composed for millennia, was now so dark it was almost dripping with water.

"Ancient tombs of the Sotek dynasty."

Guilliman suppressed an almost absurd annoyance, while Evelyn raised her chin slightly and teased:

"The mighty Lord of Alteramar, who governs the five hundred worlds as perfectly as a fine gold pocket watch, doesn't even know what's buried beneath his own feet?"

Guilliman glared at the Grim Reaper, then grabbed the golden helmet from the table: "Notify the Honor Guard to immediately set sail from the flagship [Magna Grag's Glory]. I must go there myself."

"Wait, I'll go too."

Evelyn reached out and zoomed in on the anomalous stratigraphic map of Novamagno.

"This scan is strange."

Do you know what's hidden down there?

"The clues are not complete enough."