Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Unfortunately, it was too late.

“Victor, you’ve lived for so many years, you should understand one thing: for some beings, even the right to die requires special permission.”

After saying that, Lawson gave Victor a light handshake on the throne.

"Snap! Snap!!"

The space around Victor was forcibly bent into a closed multidimensional topological ring.

The body of this Dark Lord, along with his robes and neural circuits, was compressed and bent layer by layer by the laws of mechanics along the trajectory of non-Euclidean geometry!

In just a few seconds.

The renowned Supreme Lord of Comoros, Asdubal Victor, was forcibly compressed into an organic sphere no more than thirty centimeters in diameter.

He was unable to move, speak, self-destruct, or even sever his pain receptors. He could only endure the spatial compression in a state of absolute consciousness, like a comical trophy pendant, hovering beside Lawson.

Salkarn quickly picked up the Supreme Blacklight Scepter from the ground and inserted the scepter's bottom interface into the throne's main control hub.

hum!

With the large-scale intervention of swarm computing power, the Black Heart Royal Court's highest control network, covering the entire network city, was completely switched over within seconds.

"BOSS, control of the Blackheart Royal Court has been transferred. All defensive fortresses, cloning centers, dark matter reserves, and network hubs in the city have been connected to the swarm warfare network."

"Well done!"

Lawson ascended the highest throne, lifted his battle robe, and calmly sat down.

From this moment on...

Comoros has officially changed hands, becoming yet another crucible under the control of the Sealholder's Palace of the Human Empire!

Salkahn's command terminal for coordinating the city's air defense: "Airspace suppression sequences for each defense zone are in place. The first to eighteenth air assault wings have been deployed to the outer ring of the Blackheart Tower. 300,000 Raptor heavy attack aircraft, 8 million Flying Bear high-speed anti-gravity assault motorcycles, and 2 million modular ground heavy firepower interception platforms have been airdropped and deployed."

Lawson raised his hand and drew a bright red energy threshold line in the air: "Order all front-line strike units to strictly implement the 'Firepower Density and Energy Level Control Guidelines'."

"The use of super-heavy orbital light spears is prohibited, the detonation of dark matter collapse bombs is prohibited, and the use of any world-destroying weapons with large-scale spatial tearing effects is prohibited."

“We need these seventy-two sturdy containers to keep the demons firmly trapped in the streets and squares.”

……

The next moment, the sky over Comoros was torn apart into a pure metallic storm.

Tens of thousands of Raptor heavy attack aircraft, like a flock of iron falcons blotting out the sky, roared out from the hidden hangars on various floating islands.

The fighter jets formed a group of 24, creating a precise, comb-like network of hovering and cruising aircraft.

The twin-mounted six-barreled .30 caliber heavy rotary cannons mounted under the wings roar at a high speed of 12,000 rounds per minute!

Countless crimson lines of fire, woven from high-density depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles and miniature fusible fuses, poured vertically into the demonic torrent.

On the street, a Khorne Minotaur, which had just leaped out of a crack in the net, roared furiously.

However, the next second, a crossfire from three Raptor fighter jets covered its entire body.

"Puff puff puff puff puff!!"

The high-density kinetic energy blasted the multi-ton monster apart in mid-air, causing it to explode into a cloud of charred blood mist that sprayed everywhere.

In the narrow, suspended corridors and deep alleyways, eight million [Flying Bear High-Speed ​​Anti-Gravity Assault Motorcycles] demonstrated astonishing harvesting efficiency.

The rapid-fire heavy plasma cannons and miniature fragmentation grenade launchers on both sides of the front of the vehicle spewed fire continuously, cutting down hordes of succubi and pink demons in half like wheat being harvested.

On the main ground roads, two million autonomous heavy firepower platforms were set up and deployed with a roar.

The quadruple 200mm anti-aircraft automatic gun and the high-frequency oscillation gravity generator are connected in parallel to each other, forming a series of deadly fire walls.

If a demon dares to step outside the 100-meter radius of the rift, it will face a baptism of tens of thousands of tons of metal bullets every second.

At the very moment this industrialized massacre unfolded.

Suddenly, a series of notifications, like a waterfall, flooded the backend of the swarm intelligence platform!

[Killed: Khorne Bloodletter, Warp Energy +18]

[Slay: Slaanesh Banshee, Warp Energy +15]

[Killed: Nurgle Plaguebringer, Warp Energy +22]

[Killed: Khorne's Crushing Blood Heavy Cavalry, Warp Energy +321]

[Slayed: High-ranking Slaanesh Mystic, Warp Energy +1888]

[The regional fire network has completed its fourteenth round of saturation coverage, eliminating 12,000 subspace entities, with subspace energy increased by 888888]

[Regional gravity node completes strangulation, annihilating subspace entities: 800 units, subspace energy +11118]

……

The kill logs scrolled by at a rate of hundreds of thousands of entries per millisecond.

From tens of millions to over one hundred million!

Then came 150 million, 200 million, 300 million...

However, simple mechanical strafing soon encountered a minor tactical bottleneck.

The essence of evil is a thirst for blood, slaughter, and soul torment.

When they discovered that the forces guarding the exit of the net tunnel were all autonomous heavy weapons devoid of any soul fluctuations, purely mechanical mechs, and a group of fighter jets flying kites in the sky, the bloodlust of some high-ranking demons began to recede. Some Tzeentch-type demons even attempted to use illusions to guide the demonic tide deeper into the net tunnel, slowing down its outward impact.

Once the demons' charge slows down, the efficiency of energy harvesting will plummet.

Salkahn skillfully invoked the authority of the Supreme Lord.

The Supreme Lord's broadcast, covering three thousand sub-dimensions, eight hundred secondary sky islands, and hundreds of large conspiratorial fortresses surrounding Comoros, is activated simultaneously!

Salkahn's voice, simulated by Victor's voiceprint, resounded throughout every corner of the Dark City:

"Raiders of the Comoros! Hunters of the High City!"

"Foolish human monkeys and blind warp beasts have all fallen into the ultimate trap meticulously woven by this Great Lord!"

"Under the guidance of the corrupt royal court, two despicable forces are slaughtering each other in seventy-two core cities! Their defenses have collapsed, their fleets are exhausted, and hundreds of millions of broken souls and high-level spoils have been scattered all over the streets!"

"The prey has been cornered! In accordance with the supreme privileges of the Eternal Plunder Codex, I hereby declare the Great Hunt of the Entire Realm officially commenced!"

"All conspiracies, witch cults, and flesh-shaping guilds, heed my command! Advance immediately! Harvest those dying human prisoners, drain the souls of those weakened demons! All those who enter the war zone, the occupied districts, the slain slaves, and the ancient relics—the Black Heart Royal Court will not question them, they shall all be its own, first come, first served!!"

"Whoever slays the head of a demon shall be granted by the Great Lord a permanent fiefdom of three lower dimensions and one hundred thousand high-ranking slaves!"

"Anyone who disobeys this order and fails to enter will have their entire clan skinned alive!!"

This forged supreme command was like a piece of raw meat thrown into a pond of piranhas that had been starving for millennia.

The lower-ranking nobles of the Dark Eldar on the outskirts of Comoros had no idea that the core royal court had changed hands an hour earlier.

Since the Supreme King has personally ordered the entire army to counterattack and promised such a generous reward of territory, it is a once-in-a-lifetime reshuffling feast!

"The Great Khan's brilliant strategy!!"

"Kill all those demons and seize the core district!!"

Hundreds of secondary conspiracy groups' plundering fleets, tens of millions of demon airship riders riding hoverboards, nightmare warriors clad in heavy poison-bladed armor, and tens of thousands of Talos Pain Engines injected with berserk toxins surged out from various hidden dimensional passages like a black ant swarm bursting its banks, howling as it charged toward the seventy-two main cities that were in the sea of ​​blood!

The moment this countless, fresh flesh and blood of the Spirit Race crashed into the seventy-two great cities without any warning...

The previously somewhat weakened demonic frenzy suddenly went berserk!

The Khorne and Slaanesh who had just stepped out of the rift in the net let out an excited scream that could shatter eardrums!

"Ida! Fresh Ida!!"

"Hahaha! They've delivered themselves right to our doorstep!!"

A six-winged demon that was originally planning to retreat into the net suddenly changed direction, laughing wildly as it pounced on a fleet of witch spirit airships that had just landed. Its scissor-like arms snapped shut in mid-air, slicing the entire airship and the dozens of dark spirits on board into a shower of blood!

Then this great demon was torn to pieces by a group of airship riders!

The battlefield was in complete chaos.

Unaware of the danger, the Dark Eldar fought for territory and slaves, while the demon legions went mad in their quest to devour souls.

The Imperial Raptor fighters hovering three thousand meters in the air and the Flying Bear heavy armored mechs on the ground, under the precise fire control of the swarm network, transformed into ruthless all-domain scavengers.

The machine gun did not deflect to either side.

As thousands of bloodletting maniacs and tens of thousands of Conspiracy Guards entangled in the central square, two thousand cluster high-explosive fragmentation bombs falling from the sky would simultaneously turn all living and dead things in the square into charred fragments.

The killings are carried out in an efficient cycle, almost like an art form.

[Global kill rate has exceeded 850,000 units/minute]

The total reserve pool has exceeded: 2.5 billion points... 3 billion points... 3.8 billion points...

The seemingly insurmountable gap of 10 billion points of pure energy is being rapidly filled in front of this super furnace, which gathers the most ferocious demons and the most densely populated Eldar population in the entire galaxy.

Lawson felt the vibrations emanating from the miniature black hole within his body and the foundation of his godhood.

He nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it."

Chapter 305 The Lord of Pleasure's Escape Route

As the seventy-two depressurization branch lines leading to Comoros were gradually connected, another project was underway at the damaged network outlet beneath the Golden Throne.

Tens of thousands of T-sequence engineering units spread out along the network cracks.

Black stone anchors were driven into the boundary between reality and subspace, and gravity stabilizers and dimensional fixing rings extended outward layer by layer, re-fixing the broken network exit.

From the beginning, Lawson's plan was to open only the Comoros exit.

The traffic jam in the Terra direction is getting worse and worse.

Especially after Lawson devoured the fragments of the Nightbringer and gained partial authority over the real universe, the last gap in this project was also filled.

The spatial curvature and material stability within a range of hundreds of kilometers near the exit of the network channel were fixed by Lawson within a predetermined range.

If a demon attempts to break into the Terran real universe, it will face a blockade formed by the suppression of the Black Stone, gravity anchoring, and the real authority of Lawson.

Space cannot be torn apart, and coordinates cannot be fixed.

The more powerful the demon, the greater the rejection it has to endure when trying to squeeze into reality.

The final safety assessment given by the mastermind behind the T-sequence project was almost crude.