Warhammer: Empire Reboot

People from different worlds and cultures can live under the same order, even aliens, as long as they can abide by the rules together, they don't necessarily have to be mortal enemies forever.

Things gradually spiraled out of control.

Over these ten thousand years, the empire has become a monster that even it itself might not be willing to acknowledge.

Faith replaces reason, suffering becomes virtue, and ignorance is called loyalty.

After a while, the Emperor suddenly said, "Losen, the path you have chosen is the right one."

At the street corner in the distance, the group of children who had just been scolded by their mother had somehow slipped out again.

The little ones still hadn't wiped the soot off their faces. The youngest one, rubbing his sore bottom, trotted after his older brother.

While his mother was out of sight, the older boy walking in front kicked a small, discarded tire by the roadside.

The tire rolled forward, prompting the children to cheer and chase after it again.

The emperor watched the group of running figures, his smile growing wider: "Let's go, take me to the next place."

The two entered the static force field one after the other.

Next, Lawson led the Emperor across nearly a hundred different star sectors of human worlds.

Distances of hundreds or even thousands of light-years are but a step away for the two of them.

From the heart of the Extreme Starfield to the edge of the Pacific Starfield, from the world of heavy industry and ecological agriculture to secondary scientific research hubs, the microcosm of the human empire today unfolds before the eyes of this resurrected human ruler.

The emperor saw a prosperous and orderly starry sea.

Outside the gravitational pull points of various galaxies, civilian cargo ships and shuttle boats of tens of thousands of tons move in and out of the waterways like a woven net.

In the port on land, merchants check goods with holographic lists, street vendors hawk synthetic meals, and workers get off work in groups off the maglev train. Meanwhile, in the unified basic academy, groups of new and old human students are scratching their heads as they face calculus and mechanics of materials exam papers.

This was no longer a stagnant empire driven by blind faith and despair, but a vibrant and vast civilization.

What moved the emperor even more were two unexpected events that occurred during his inspection tour.

In a monsoon agricultural world in the fourth star sector, extreme weather triggered a massive rainstorm that lasted for half a month.

Tens of thousands of inland waterways overflowed, breaching dams on three major plains, and the floodwaters roared toward low-lying communities inhabited by millions.

In any other period of the past ten thousand years, such a natural disaster would inevitably result in countless deaths and widespread starvation, and the local governor would only order the disaster area to be sealed off and isolated to prevent the spread of plague.

However, on this planet, the disaster occurred within a very short period of time.

The officers and soldiers of the foundation sequence and engineering soldiers were stationed at each sluice gate node.

Anti-gravity flood discharge pumps are forcibly creating drainage corridors, modular quick-drying breakwaters are closing and locking within tens of minutes, and thousands of civilian transport boats, under algorithmic scheduling, are transferring affected residents to high-altitude shelters one by one.

When the floodwaters receded, hundreds of thousands of people in the region were evacuated, and the final casualty list showed zero deaths.

The emperor stood for a long time in the wind and rain.

In another frontier mining world, the Emperor witnessed the Empire's current defense barrier.

An Ork raiding fleet, cobbled together from several wrecked spaceships, leaped out from a warp rift, roaring as it attempted to plunder the mining base.

However, this group of greens didn't even manage to touch the planet's outer atmosphere, the ionosphere.

In the very first second after they break free from the jump, the autonomous defense array in near-Earth orbit and the cruiser warship complete the fire control linkage.

The heavy cannon and plasma spears drew a deadly line in deep space, and the orc flagship exploded into a firework in space.

Before the surviving orc soldiers and escape pods could fall into the gravity zone, more than ten combat teams boarded the ship with torpedoes and forced their way in, shredding all the alien remnants.

As the smoke of battle dissipates in the deep sky, workers in the surface mines continue to operate tunneling machines in an orderly manner, while citizens leisurely enjoy afternoon tea in the square.

The billions of mortals on the planet were completely unaware that an alien invasion, powerful enough to turn the old imperial world into scorched earth, had brushed past them.

Peace is not the absence of war, but rather war being kept behind high walls unseen by ordinary people.

The emperor withdrew his gaze from deep space, filled with relief and a sense of peace.

"We've seen enough, let's go back to Terra."

"Let's not rush back to Terra. I suddenly remembered someone you'd probably like to meet."

The next moment, the two figures disappeared.

……

Inside the Eye of Fear.

The Ark of Ominous Signs, the main council chamber.

The Black Legion has not left the Eye of Fear for a long time.

Several attempts to break through have proven that a direct breakthrough is pointless.

Abaddon stood before the star map, facing dozens of Chaos Lords in the hall.

“I’ve heard some rumors that the long battle is in dire straits.”

"A naive idea."

“A long war is never a single, desperate charge. I planned thirteen expeditions before I finally tore apart Kadia and split that rotten empire in two. I never expected to crush Holy Terra into ruins in just a few months.”

He raised his mechanical arm and pointed to the heavily marked Holy Terra on the star map: "The Empire's current strength rests on only one core pillar: Lawson."

Abaddon smirked coldly: "As long as he remains a mortal, he will inevitably meet his end. If a hundred years isn't enough, we'll wait a thousand."

"With the size of the human empire, once Lawson's rule ends, the power center will inevitably fall back into the quagmire of power struggles. Sectoral competition will lead to resource wars, mortal bureaucrats will once again leech off the people, and local governors will once again wield their own armies."

Abaddon's voice rose, striking every lord's heart like a hammer blow: "We have already endured ten thousand years in darkness, so what's another ten thousand years?"

"Wait until Lawson dies."

"Until the empire reverts to the corrupt, weak, and crumbling empire we know."

"On that day, we will once again step out of the rift and reap the ultimate fruits of this long war."

The Chaos Lords in the hall exchanged glances, their expressions gradually calming down.

For these millennia-old veterans who have long since given up on mortal lifespan, time is the cheapest bargaining chip.

Abaddon placed his hands on the command table, preparing to issue a long-term decision regarding the contraction of the various warbands' defensive lines and the sealing of forging resources: "Remember, do not mistake the current stalemate for the end. The campaign may pause, but the protracted war will never end, as long as the Empire remains..."

"Unfortunately, you probably won't live to see that day."

A voice, tinged with laughter, suddenly echoed from the back of the council hall.

Abaddon's body tensed abruptly upon hearing the voice.

In the entire galaxy today, only that man can disregard the dimensional gravitational deflection of the Ominous Ark and enter and exit as freely as if it were his own backyard.

A static light curtain unfolds.

Lawson stepped out from the light first.

Before the Chaos Lords in the main hall could recover from their shock and draw their explosive guns, a second figure had already stepped out of the light screen side by side.

The moment that figure stepped in, the subspace energy circuits inside the entire Ominous Ark came to a standstill within the same microsecond.

The low-level demons clinging to the seams of the deck screamed, then turned into wisps of smoke in the purifying light.

The octagonal chaotic runes carved on the dome of the main hall cracked with a soft sound.

Several Chaos Lords who were positioned at the front did not even suffer any attack, but the corrupted organs deep within their bodies convulsed under the pressure of the aura, causing them to instinctively stagger backward.

Abaddon's pupils suddenly contracted.

That is a nightmare deeply etched into the soul of every Black Legion veteran, a source that could never be mistaken even after ten thousand years.

"A false emperor!!"

After the initial shock, the war commander took a deep breath and laughed.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

"That's fine too."

"At least at the end of the long war, I will no longer have to face a rotting, desiccated corpse sitting in the Terra Palace."

Abaddon drew his sword, stepped forward, and looked directly at the Emperor: "Do you think I would kneel down and beg for mercy like a mortal?"

"ridiculous."

"No matter how prosperous the empire is today, it cannot erase the reason why I followed the war general and raised the banner of rebellion back then."

“I watched with my own eyes as millions of Astartes shed their blood to conquer this galaxy, and then I watched as the mortal bureaucrats of Terra hid behind the high walls and distributed our spoils.”

“I also watched as you created us, yet on the eve of the end of your great conquest, you prepared to stuff the legion back into the grave of history like scrap.”

The Emperor finally spoke: "So, you chose Horus."

"I choose the survival of the Legion."

Abaddon met the Emperor's gaze without flinching: "I know better than anyone why Horus lost. He was blindly devoted to the power of the Four Gods and became a plaything of the Warp. Therefore, the past ten thousand years have not been Horus's war, nor the war of the Chaos Gods."

"This is a war that belongs to me, and to every freedom fighter in the Black Legion!"

At this point, Abaddon's murderous aura reached its peak: "On the first day of the long battle, my father failed to kill you at this distance."

"So today..."

"Let me, the last platoon leader of the Shadowmoon Wolf Clan, bring this war to a close!!"

"The Black Legion!!"

Abaddon's roar shattered the glass windows of the hall like thunder: "Charge with me! Slay the false emperor!!"

"kill!!"

At this moment, dozens of Chaos Lords and veterans inside the hall erupted in a frenzied battle roar and charged forward fearlessly!

They knew it was a deadly situation.

However, the one charging at the forefront was still the war commander wielding a sharp blade.

Lawson watched the charging figure and put away his prepared teasing.

Abaddon, regardless of his stance, was able to maintain the bond between countless distrustful traitors and warbands for ten thousand years in a crevice of warp space, and was ultimately worthy of the pride of a Legion warrior.

However, this lingering poison that has lasted for thousands of years should come to an end.

Lawson drew the Emperor's Sword and handed it over with the hilt.

"This is your battle, clean house now."