Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Fifty heavy plasma siege guns have completed overload energy storage.

Boom boom boom boom!

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Thousands of large-caliber high-explosive fragmentation bombs and plasma orbs, carrying the kinetic energy to destroy everything, flew over the heads of the assassins and precisely crashed into the altar complex below the subspace rift.

The violent explosion instantly engulfed the fifty-meter-high altar of bones.

The obsidian pillar was blasted in half by a high-explosive warhead.

The brass base melts into boiling molten iron under the high temperature of plasma.

The millions of sacrificial skulls turned into ashes flying everywhere in the shockwave.

The physical anchor point was completely destroyed.

When the extreme destructive force of the physical universe collided with the distorted energy field of subspace, it triggered a catastrophic conflict.

Suddenly, a series of dense, ear-piercing sounds of shattering glass erupted in the air.

The kilometer-long, pitch-black fissure instantly became extremely unstable.

The subspace vortex, which had been rotating smoothly, began to twist and convulse wildly.

Blinding crimson lightning lashed outwards wildly from the edge of the fissure, blasting the surrounding rocks into powder.

The passage is collapsing violently.

Those Khorne demons who received the retreat order and were frantically running towards the rift, having just reached the halfway point, faced the most tragic end of their millennia-long lives.

The curtain of reality, having lost its anchor, was brutally and forcibly closed.

This spatial shear force ignores any physical defenses.

Just as a massive, blood-crushing war beast had extended the front half of its body into the crevice, the passage instantly contracted.

"Click".

There was no gushing blood, only smooth spatial faults.

The war beast's hindquarters, along with the Blood Crusher riding on its back who was now only missing one leg, were sliced ​​in two by the chaotic space and fell heavily onto the rocky floor of the bottom nest.

A leaping, bloodthirsty monster had half its head left in the warp, while its body crashed into a pile of mud in the physical universe.

Thousands of Khorne demons that were crossing the passage were caught in the warp turbulence between the two worlds and were completely torn apart and crushed into nothingness by the energy storm that was powerful enough to tear apart Primarchs.

The crack narrowed rapidly.

In the final half-second before the rift was about to completely close, from the other end of the passage came the impotent, furious roar of the Great Demon Skragag, filled with resentment and shame.

boom!

With a deafening, muffled sound, as if striking the entire core of the planet.

A terrifying reverse implosion occurred at the location of the subspace passage.

The massive shockwave formed a ring, sweeping outwards and turning everything within a few hundred meters—rocks and corpses—into dust.

Where it was, only a deep pit remained, its edges strangely glassy and emitting a pungent, ozone-like odor.

The passage has completely disappeared.

The curtain of physical dimensions is stitched back together.

On the deathly silent battlefield, only the crisp sound of heavy artillery shells ejecting their casings could be heard.

And those demons who remained in the depths of the abyss, having lost all hope of escape.

Lawson glanced briefly at the scan feedback on the retina.

The quantity is staggering.

Due to the frenzy caused by the previous descent of the Great Demon, and the fact that the retreat order was issued too late, at this moment, the number of Khorne demons, whose retreat route was cut off by Lawson's cannon and who are now completely trapped in the real universe, is close to 100,000.

One hundred thousand Khorne demons.

For any imperial hive, this would be a catastrophe capable of destroying the planet and feeding billions of people.

But the state of these 100,000 demons at this moment was extremely bizarre.

They stopped in their tracks.

There is no way out. There is no way back.

There is no energy supply from the subspace.

In this purely physical universe, in this desolate place where they could not absorb even a trace of fear and despair, they became water without a source and a tree without roots.

They couldn't even understand what was happening.

These beasts, who only know how to kill, instinctively felt a sense of panic called "being trapped."

The ranks of the assassins were perfectly aligned, and cold gun barrels were pointed at them.

Forty thousand killing machines, devoid of soul fluctuations and fear, trapped them like an iron wall in the center of the underground cavity.

Lawson hovers at the highest point.

He looked down at the vast, red army of demons below as if he were looking at 100,000 fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, or at 100,000 huge sums of money about to be deposited into his account.

The massive metal wings on the back of the Tiger King armor suddenly flapped.

The wind howled.

Lawson raised his master-level power sword and let out a violent roar that shook the entire underground cavern.

"Close the door and beat the dog. Leave no one alive!"

The battle grew increasingly fierce, taking place in a corner not far from the battlefield.

Governor Krause slumped onto the broken obsidian floor tiles.

He was panting heavily, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the front of him, completely stunned.

The situation reversed so quickly that it exceeded the processing limits of his steroid-fueled brain.

Just 24 hours ago, he was sitting in the command center at the top of the 3,000-meter-high tower, holding a glass of blood wine, planning the takeover of Planet Three after the Devourer fleet conquered it.

His only worry was that the madman Kargos was killing too fast and turning Planet Three into a desolate wasteland.

He's a shrewd butcher. What he wants is a sustainable blood bank, a breeding ground that can continuously provide the Khorne Demon with death quotas.

In his calculations, Planet Three could not possibly have any power to retaliate.

Two years ago, if Skragh hadn't given a divine decree to keep them alive to fight each other, Krauser would have already sent troops to raze the place to the ground.

They were a joke in the past, and they are still a joke now.

As for that mysterious Astartes warlord who appeared out of nowhere, he was only fit to be crushed into dust in front of the main fleet of the World Eaters.

The Empire's dark side routes are severed, and the Starlight has dimmed.

Planet Three will definitely not receive support from Imperial Space Marine chapters or naval fleets.

No matter how you look at it, this is a sure-win situation.

But now, the dead end has befallen him.

The Spire district was subjected to an unprecedented military raid, and the proud Bloodsteel Guard was wiped out within minutes.

The heavily hired veteran steel warriors were crushed into mincemeat.

Even the high-ranking demon Khorne, whom he had summoned by sacrificing a million slaves over two years, suffered a crushing defeat in the physical universe, having his arm blown off by an orbital cannon and rolling back into the warp with his tail between his legs.

Now, the subspace passage has been destroyed.

One hundred thousand Khorne demons are trapped in this underground cavern.

Ahead, forty thousand ordinary soldiers, armed with heavy weapons and resembling steel machines, were slaughtering the raging demons like dogs.

Where did these people come from?!

Since the Great Rift, when has the Empire ever possessed such a terrifying army with outrageously strict discipline, physical prowess comparable to that of the Astartes, and complete immunity to the fears of the Warp?!

Krauser knew he couldn't escape.

Lawson, carrying the still-dripping Master-level Power Sword, had stopped five meters in front of Krauser.

Krauser grabbed the power sword that had fallen to the ground, its tip pointing directly at Lawson.

"You are the mysterious Astartes on planet number three."

Black blood trickled from Krauser's mouth: "My Bloodsteel Guard is dead. Lord Skrager has retreated. If I'm not mistaken, those five warships stopped in orbit have also been taken by you, haven't they?"

Lawson coldly looked down at the mutated governor, whose body was covered in blasphemous runes.

"As the Empire's appointed planetary governor, he led the way in siding with Chaos, turning the entire planet into a Khorne slaughterhouse."

"Before you die, give me your last words."

Upon hearing this, Krauser suddenly burst into a maniacal, twisted laugh.

"A last message? You want me to repent before that mummified corpse sitting on that golden toilet?!"

Klaus's eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes were torn.

He brandished his power sword, pointing it at the thick rock formations above.

"What is the Empire anyway! Those high and mighty Terran bureaucrats force us to hand over billions of tons of taxes and tens of millions of Astral Army cannon fodder every year. They stuff people into meat grinders and don't even make a sound! Where were your pseudo-emperors when we were starving, dying of disease, and being devoured by Xenomorphs?!"

Klaus pounded his mutated, bulging pectoral muscles hard, his face filled with a sickly pride.

"Chaos gave me power! The Blood God promised me eternal life! I built the arena, I set the death quota! I used the blood of mortals to bring two years of absolute peace to this planet! I am ten thousand times greater than you hypocritical imperial lackeys! I embraced the Blood God willingly! I am the savior of this planet!"

The ultimate butcher's logic.

A twisted resentment that is extremely perverse.

Krauser completely abandoned his rationality.

He gripped the power sword tightly with both hands, the blade aimed directly at Lawson's face.

"Come! Mighty Astartes! Let's see whether the False Emperor's lackey is stronger, or the Blood God's chosen one is more powerful! Kill me, or I'll cut off your skull!"

With a roar, Krauser's muscles began to expand at a rate that defied biological norms.