Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Thousands upon thousands of enchantresses, succubi, and secret keepers, their eyes turning into blazing purple flames, spread their barbed arms and roared as they crashed into the magnificent palaces of conspiracies.

For the children of the thirsty lady, this place is simply the most dreamlike divine kingdom in the entire universe!

The great demons laughed wildly as they dragged the high-ranking officials off their golden thrones, tearing their flesh and souls apart and swallowing them like ripping silk!

Khorne's legions have become pure kinetic meat grinders!

A bloodthirsty monster, tens of meters tall, led millions of vampires, treading on heavy, thunderous brass hooves and wielding a decapitation sword, carving a blood-soaked avenue through the city!

Those Nightmare Warriors and Witch Spirit Gladiators who usually boasted of their unparalleled swordsmanship were trampled into mincemeat by the surging demons along with their power blades before they even had a chance to strike an elegant stabbing stance!

Blood flowed and converged along Comoros's intricate network of suspended canals, turning the city's venom fountains into deep red pools of blood!

The rotten army of filth staggered through the streets and alleys.

The Great Impure One spews tons of foul-smelling pus into the Comoros's ecologically sustaining dome, which is said to purify all impurities.

Within seconds, countless carefully prepared Eldar cloning chambers were covered with rampant black venomous mushrooms. The ancient Blood Spirits, who had lived for thousands of years, watched in horror as their living metal scalpels rusted and broke in the supernatural plague, and then their entire bodies melted into a pool of festering pus and blood amidst wails!

Tzeentch's ever-changing fire brought the city's geometric architecture to life in a blazing inferno. The walls transformed into gaping maws filled with sharp teeth, and the steps folded into Möbius strips in the void, swallowing thousands of fleeing raider guards into an unknown void dimension!

One after another, large cities have been reduced to boiling hellholes!

"Counterattack! Activate the global defense matrix!!"

"Bring out all the dark matter cannons!!"

After the initial shock and chaos, the various conspiracies and the surviving rulers revealed the fierce and ruthless survival instincts of an old civilization.

Towering black light fortresses, hundreds of meters high, rose from the ruins, heavy airships tore through the smoke, and the Blackhearted Court's elite heavy armored forces began to establish defensive lines in key districts.

"Boom boom!!"

A heavy dark matter energy-concentrating cannon mounted on top of the main defense tower opened fire!

A deep, dark annihilation ray swept across the long street, causing everything in its path to collapse.

The five squadrons of vampires, along with two enormous Nurgle beasts, were obliterated into a void of atomic vacuum by the erosion of dark matter, leaving not even a trace of their bones!

Antimatter grenades detonated in succession on the streets, poison crystal cannons tore swathes of fear demons to shreds, and high-ranking sorcerers traversed the demonic tide on hoverboards, their plasma blades slicing open the throats of demon after demon.

however……

This firepower, which would be enough to turn the tide of battle in ordinary interstellar warfare, is laughable in the face of the demonic horde before us, like a toy fan trying to stop a tsunami.

One shot shatters five thousand demons?

The moment the dark matter beam went out, a hundredfold torrent of demons surged from behind, filling the void!

The number of demons accumulated in the TerraNet over the past ten thousand years is an astronomical concept that even the super quantum mastermind of the Sealholder's Palace cannot count.

This is no ordinary subspace fracture infiltration.

That's the continuous pressure release from a pressure cooker that's been running for ten thousand years!

As long as Terra's network gates remain open, and as long as the etheric pressure in the warp does not drop to a critical level, the torrent of demons gushing forth from the seventy-two exits is, in a sense, infinite!

If 10,000 die, 100,000 will be squeezed out from behind.

Destroy an entire legion, and three demon formations will fall out of the passage!

……

The Black Heart Tower, the Sanctuary of the Supreme Throne.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, save me!!"

"The Poison Zone has fallen! The Thousand Bones Arena has been completely wiped out! The home ports of the Third, Seventh, and Ninth Conspiracy Groups have just been flattened by a Khorne Demon leading a force!!"

"Demons... demons everywhere!! Countless demons!! A massive web-like rift has been torn open simultaneously in seventy-two districts!!"

Victor roared, "What's the panic? Activate the Absolute Space Removal Protocol immediately! Deploy the phased dark matter bombs from the main control hub and shred those seventy-two affected districts off the Comoros dimensional backbone! Throw them into the subspace void turbulence to fend for themselves!!"

This is the ultimate trump card that Victor has used to rule the Comoros for tens of thousands of years without fail.

As long as we make the tough decision to cut off the infected areas, the Dark City can continue to stand.

However, the regent kneeling at the front raised his head, his face covered in blood: "Your Majesty... it can't be cut..."

Victor's pupils contracted sharply: "Can't cut it?"

"We can't cut it!!" the governor wailed in anguish. "Those seventy-two fissures... they're all fucking located on the Comoros's main load-bearing framework and main gravitational anchor points! Every single one of them is at the core intersection of our urban cluster!"

"If we were to remove these seventy-two districts... it would be equivalent to blowing up more than 85% of the entire Comoros territory! The remaining core area would lose its gravitational balance and fall into the subspace abyss within three minutes, where it would be devoured by demons!!"

"That design flaw in the passageway—he never intended to leave us even an inch of room to cut it away!!"

"Buzz!"

Even as seventy-two core cities were being swallowed by an endless tide of demons, and even as the screams and roars outside the main hall had shattered half of the spirit bone dome of the floating spire, Victor managed to regain his senses after a brief moment of distraction.

Victor has survived countless desperate situations not by luck, but by a ruthlessness more cruel and decisive than the abyss itself.

He looked down at the key officials: "So what if there are seventy-two anchor points on the main load-bearing frame? That scum who plotted this conspiracy, does he think he can force me to offer my neck for execution?"

"Issue my supreme decree! Activate [Annihilation Corridor - Void Guillotine]!"

Upon hearing this name, the few surviving governors in the hall trembled with fear: "Great...Great Lord! That's a suicidal program that drains the four hundred outer sub-dimensions and detonates three stolen stars! Once activated, apart from the central sanctuary where the Black Heart Tower is located, over 85% of the entire Comoros city, billions of its people and slaves will be vaporized in the spatial collapse!!"

"Then let them die!"

Victor's face twisted like a demon's. "Saving billions of useless people in exchange for the absolute safety of the core royal court is a very worthwhile deal! As long as I live, as long as the black-hearted royal court's gene bank and cloning furnace are still there, a thousand years from now, Comoros will still be the only darkest city in the galaxy!"

He slammed the Supreme Scepter into the core slot of the main control panel and began inputting, with the highest privileges, a series of ancient self-destruct keys powerful enough to annihilate half a civilization: "Sever all outer dimensions! Detonate the star! Bury those demons along with all the rebellious scum in the turbulent void..."

"boom!!"

A deafening roar abruptly interrupted Victor's pronouncement.

Victor's hair stood on end at that moment, and he suddenly drew the dark matter pistol from his waist and pointed it at the door.

Outside the main hall, the corridor, which was originally guarded by hundreds of the Black Heart Royal Court's most elite high-ranking Nightmare Guards, flesh behemoths, and invisible shadow assassins, has now been transformed into a thick, black carpet of blood and flesh.

Eighteen Primitive-level heavy armored warriors strode in, stepping over the scattered bones.

The leader, Er Gou, didn't even bother to shake off the half-headed Nightmare Leader hanging from Horus's Claw. He held a dripping adamantite heavy battle axe in one hand, grinning and sneering at the Dark Eldar in the hall.

Behind him, Three Dogs, Mastiff-04, and other guards tore the last few Conspiracy Group guards who tried to launch a sneak attack in half, along with their armor, and threw them to the ground.

At the very center of all the dark gold and menacing figures, a tall, slender figure clad in a black robe with gold patterns strolled leisurely into the Comoros Throne Hall.

Lawson walked with his hands behind his back, his deep black eyes sweeping over the stone pillars carved from living human skulls on both sides of the hall, a playful smirk on his lips: "Lord Victor, are you planning to blow up 85% of your wealth to set off fireworks? This audacity truly lives up to your title of tyrant of ten thousand years."

Victor's dark matter pistol was locked on Lawson's forehead: "Lawson? How could you be here? The Black Heart Royal Court's defense matrix is ​​in a state of absolute isolation; no external coordinates can pinpoint this place! The ninety-nine phase keys to the gate are only held by me and..."

Victor's words came to an abrupt halt.

His gaze shifted incredulously to his side.

At the deputy seat of the main control panel in the main hall, Salkahn, the core confidant who had been in charge of all emergency escape routes and defense relays in the entire royal court, was currently pulling a data crystal from the control slot.

Under Victor's gaze, this trusted confidant, whom he had relied on for thousands of years, stepped down the steps and presented the Black Heart Royal Court's bottom-level control runes with both hands: "BOSS, all defensive nodes and emergency self-destruct matrices on the outer perimeter of the Black Heart Tower have been locked, and Victor's backup escape routes are completely closed."

Victor's brain seemed to explode at that moment!

"Salcane!!"

"You piece of trash who crawled out of the muddy lair!! I gave you supreme power and bestowed upon you the service of seven conspiracies! How dare you betray me? How dare you serve as a dog for such lowly monkeys!!"

Faced with Victor's hysterical curses, Lawson couldn't help but chuckle, casually taking the data crystal head that Salkahn handed him: "Victor, don't vent your powerless anger on a clone."

Victor's pupils constricted sharply: "What?"

Lawson put away the crystal and smiled, "The real Salkahn never betrayed you; he died in the last sneak attack."

After the initial shock, Victor suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Hahahaha! What a brilliant move by the Emperor to steal the throne! What a masterful substitution!"

He slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne: "But you've made the most fatal mistake of your life! You actually dared to step into my lair and stand before me in your true form!!"

"Even if a traitor opens the door for you, this is still Comoros! In the deepest part of the Net Path, I am the master of reality! No matter how many fleets you control outside, today, you monkey who walked right into the trap... must die in this hall!!"

With Victor's roar, the Dark Lord who had lived for ten thousand years finally revealed his most forbidden trump card!

Three tiny dark stars were torn apart from their binding force fields at the same instant!

The stellar fusion flames, strong enough to burn through the surface of a planet, transformed into three destructive spears that pierced through dimensions, aiming straight for Lawson's head!

Moreover, twelve [Space Guillotines] made of ancient black stone and pure dark matter simultaneously rose up from the ground around the main hall due to overload!

Twelve high-dimensional geometric light blades spanned the three-dimensional and four-dimensional axes, shredding all surrounding spatial media and strangling Lawson!

Even the thirty-odd peak Blood Masters and Blackheart Guards who remained beside Victor simultaneously detonated the biochemical neuro-berserk agent within their bodies, transforming into thirty afterimages that tore through the sound barrier, their hyperphase poison blades sealing off all of Lawson's blind spots!

This is a deadly situation that could reduce any Primarch to ashes!

However, Lawson just smiled.

"In the face of the laws of the real universe, your crude energy tricks are not even a breeze."

The next second, all the nuclear fusion thermal motion and particle kinetic energy inside the three beams of stellar plasma with a temperature of tens of millions of degrees were forcibly swallowed by an incomprehensible absolute nothingness!

The stellar flames, powerful enough to melt continental plates, were stripped in mid-air into a large sheet of black, solid molecular ice crystals, which then shattered like broken glass!

All the heat energy was absorbed by Lawson and transformed into a warm and nourishing energy reserve!

Immediately afterwards, the twelve guillotine-like light blades, the instant they cut into the five-meter radius around Lawson, had their distorted high-dimensional curvature forcibly smoothed out and locked onto the Euclidean geometric reference plane.

The originally deadly cutting force field instantly turned into a slight breeze, fluttering the hem of Lawson's battle robe.

As for the thirty-odd Blood Masters and elite guards who rushed in to attack...

Lawson simply turned his head and glanced at it.

"sand……"

Those alien powerhouses silently disintegrated and weathered in mid-air, turning into thirty clumps of pale dust as fine as flour...

Clang.

Victor stood frozen in place like a wax figure whose soul had been drained.

The stellar flames were devoured like snacks...

The spatial divisions were casually smoothed out...

Dozens of top-tier guards were instantly reduced to dust...

Victor instinctively wanted to press the backup suicide chip beneath the throne, attempting to reconstruct his consciousness through the flesh-and-blood cloning furnaces scattered throughout various hidden dimensions.