Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Khorne's blessing erupted within him, dark red bone spurs piercing his skin, his joints creaking and twisting. His jawbone instantly dislocated, widened, and sprouted sharp demonic fangs.

He is transforming into the chaotic egg of Khorne.

laugh……

A faint silver flash.

Krauser's mutated roar got stuck in his throat, and the muscles that had swelled halfway suddenly froze.

The shadow wheel swept silently past, its supersonic molecular-level blade slicing through Krauser's mutated cervical vertebrae, muscles, and trachea without any hindrance.

Thud...

Krauser's head, which was transforming into a demon form, slid smoothly off his neck and fell onto the obsidian floor.

A three-meter-high fountain of black blood gushed from the neck of the headless corpse, which then collapsed with a crash.

Soul annihilation. Warp energy +600

"Too much nonsense."

Lawson's tone was completely flat.

The dictator of the first main planet died like a stray dog ​​crushed on the roadside, without even completing what he thought was a tragic mutated charge.

The system's invisible tentacles reached out and instantly captured the residual electrical signals in Krauser's brain that had not yet completely dissipated.

Memory interception.

The swarm intelligence system's millions of computing nodes are operating at full power.

Massive amounts of memory fragments, images, and data are stripped, cleaned, and categorized in a fraction of a second.

Lawson was very fond of performing soul searches on Khorne followers.

These butchers have an extremely one-dimensional way of thinking.

Their memory bank is filled with straightforward killings, lists, resource allocations, and coordinates.

If it were a follower of Tzeentch, forcibly reading memories could easily trigger those hidden logic bombs and deceptive memes in the subconscious.

Data analysis complete. A holographic list of millions of people is now displayed on Lawson's retina.

This is a list of all high- and mid-level Khorne followers on the First Main Star.

Krauser remembered the list so clearly entirely because of his perverse desire for dominance.

All the blood sacrifice gladiatorial combats and death quotas on this planet need to be distributed layer by layer through these nobles, guild leaders, and gang bosses.

Two years.

Krauser purged the planet's ruling class through a combination of purging and coercion.

completely annihilated.

All the nobles, high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Justice, and guild tycoons on Planet One have all pledged allegiance to Chaos.

They wore Khorne's brass amulets, drank the blood of slaves in the basement, and exchanged living people for the deformed lifespan and power bestowed by the Great Demon.

Any official who was loyal to the empire or whose conscience was not yet extinguished would have been hacked to pieces in the arena over the past two years.

Lawson removed him from the list.

This planet is rotten beyond recognition, even more thoroughly corrupted than Planet Three was back then.

To get this planet running again, and to transform its heavy industry and population into our war potential, a thorough cleanup, like scraping the bone to remove poison, is necessary.

Leave no survivors.

Lawson turned his head and glanced at the battlefield of the Deep Nest Abyss.

The ironclad defense line composed of 40,000 martyrs was indestructible.

The White Tiger Power Armor moved like a scalpel through the demon horde, severing any high-ranking demons that attempted to escape.

One hundred thousand Khorne demons, deprived of warp supplies, were reduced to domesticated pigs awaiting slaughter.

It's only a matter of time before they are all wiped out.

The army of assassins is enough to control the situation here.

Lawson withdrew his gaze.

His main battlefield is up there.

He wants to personally clean up the debris on this planet.

Lawson stepped into the pitch-black warp space of the [Static Field/Arsenal].

Physical coordinate switching.

Obolos I, the primary star, is the second hive city.

Lawson appeared out of thin air atop a massive Gothic spire in the middle layer of the hive city.

A fierce wind howled, blowing the tattered cloak behind his Tiger King armor.

He looked down at the steel jungle below, home to billions of people, filled with neon lights and industrial fumes.

Lawson closed his eyes.

Endogenous psionic energy erupted suddenly.

Centered on him, a massive psionic detection network with a radius of six kilometers instantly unfolded, like an inverted hemisphere, covering a small part of the hive city.

Within this realm of absolute perception, the electrical signals and heat of all living beings, especially those souls tainted by the horrific mania of the subspace, are as blinding as searchlights in the night.

Lawson cross-referenced the coordinates of the list intercepted by the system with the psionic perception network.

locking……

"Get to work."

Behind Lawson, thirty-six shadow wheels, each thirty centimeters in diameter, materialized out of thin air.

Driven by psionic energy, the living metal instantly broke the sound barrier.

Thirty-six silver death trails shot out in all directions from the nest city.

The slaughter has begun!!

This is a more efficient targeted massacre than a large-scale sweep by a suicide squad.

The first shrapnel sliced ​​through the bulletproof glass of a luxury manor.

Inside the manor, a portly meat guild leader kneels before Khorne's shrine, slitting a young girl's throat.

A flash of silver light.

The president's head, along with the brass skull on the shrine, was smoothly cut in half.

The shadow wheel whirled back in mid-air, swiftly slicing the necks of the four mutated bodyguards outside the door.

The entire process took 1.2 seconds. Shadow Wheel smashed through the window and flew towards the next target.

The second shadow wheel burrowed into the complex ventilation duct network of the Nest City.

The high speed of friction between the living metal caused the air inside the pipe to smell burnt.

The shadow wheel shot out from the ventilation duct and landed directly in a secret interrogation room in the basement of the Ministry of Justice.

A perverse feast of flesh and blood is taking place here.

A dozen or so high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Justice, dressed in uniform, were feasting on a corpse.

The shadow wheel transformed into a deadly metallic whirlwind within the cramped room.

Launch, cut, spin. Three seconds. The walls were smeared with blood and bits of flesh.

More than a dozen high-ranking officials were reduced to pieces scattered all over the ground.

The efficiency is outrageously high.

Lawson hovers atop the tower, like the Grim Reaper who manipulates life and death.

Within a six-kilometer radius, the list of sadistic believers was precisely eliminated one by one.

Some high-ranking nobles sensed the impending upheaval at the bottom of the nest and realized that the tide had turned against them.

The eastern spaceport of the second hive capital.

The powerful Ryan family, led by its head and more than 300 direct relatives, boarded a private small airship equipped with heavy armor, preparing to forcibly ignite it and escape from this planet.

"Quick! Start the engine! Those idiots can't be stopped!" The head of the Ryan family frantically urged his servants from inside the luxurious cabin.

The airship's exhaust flames had just shot out.

Five shadow wheels hurtled towards them.

The supersonic, living metal blade sliced ​​through the airship's bulletproof armor as smoothly as cutting butter.

Five beams of silver light pierced through the airship's alloy hull and entered the passenger cabin.

"What...?"

Before the head of the Ryan family could finish speaking, his skull was blown off.

The shadow wheel launched wildly within the enclosed cabin.

Blood, severed limbs, and fragments of ornate aristocratic clothing splattered everywhere in the confined space. The screams lasted only three seconds before abruptly ceasing.

More than three hundred corrupt nobles.

None survived.

The out-of-control airship crashed onto the spaceport's landing pad, turning into a giant fireball.

Five shadow wheels burst out of the sea of ​​fire, without a single drop of blood on them, and continued flying to the next coordinate.

In just ten minutes.

Lawson cleared all the corrupted nodes within a six-kilometer radius.

His figure flashed. He leaped.

Lawson appeared in the third hive, spreading out his psionic network and unleashing a barrage of shadow wheels.

They repeated this cold, clean, and efficient killing routine.