Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Its head also fell into the slime.

Klein-XV.

The demon prince "Song of Shattered Bones" was hugging a pile of human bones, gnawing on them while humming a little tune.

It lost its neck before it could even lift its head.

Klein-VIII.

Klein-VI.

Klein-XIV.

The assassin's anchor point lights up.

A silver crack tore open.

301 White Tiger Armored Machines smashed into the core of the formation.

Before the demon prince could even sense the killing intent, his head had already been separated from his neck.

The altars that Lawson stepped on one after another.

The "galactic-level sacrifice" net woven by the demon princes in the Klein Galaxy for half a year was broken off piece by piece by the scissors of Lawson, planet by planet, as if it had been slowly cut into a pile of scraps of cloth by a golden pair of scissors.

…………

After Lawson left, Seth roared and led his warriors in a counterattack.

More than a hundred scarlet figures tumbled down the city wall, like a rain of blood.

"tear!"

"meat!"

"Those!"

The shouts echoed on the scorched earth, merging with the rhythm of the advance of the ninety-five White Tiger Power Armorers in the distance.

The Astartes brothers of the White Tiger Chapter are capable fighters, and Seth can accept that, after all, their leader is quite insane.

Koseth discovered that those tens of thousands of mortal soldiers were also incredibly powerful.

He witnessed firsthand a soldier in a gray combat suit engaging in close-quarters combat with three Plague Space Marines.

Seth silently counted to seven.

Seven seconds later, all three Plague Space Marines were sliced ​​in half by a chainsaw sword.

He was killed by a mere mortal soldier!

Seth had never seen such a powerful mortal in his life.

Their commander is a madman, and his soldiers are tough guys!

Seth laughed!

Who cares what kind of warband it is?

Those who stand by my side today are my own people.

Not long after.

The Plague Legion within a 20-kilometer radius of Iron Oath Fortress was wiped out.

The Deathguard's power armor corpses were carried away one by one by the soldiers in gray combat suits. Seth noticed that they chose the ones that were least corrupted and most repairable.

An expert in equipment manufacturing.

Seth leaned against a section of broken wall, panting, while the Bloodthirsty One was stuck at his feet.

Just as he was about to order the initial repairs to the fortress, the roar of engines came from the sky.

Many engines.

A fleet of more than twenty landing craft and transport ships tore through the low-lying clouds.

Leading the pack was a golden-red Storm Raven, with the blood-red teardrop of the Holy Blood Angel emblazoned on its side, and a smaller emblem hanging beside it…

A golden death mask.

Throughout the entire Adeptas Astartes, only one person is allowed to display this emblem on their flagship.

Dante, the Dark Regent.

The Storm Raven's hatch opened.

The person who stepped down was wearing a set of golden holy armor, with reliefs of the Blood Saints of past generations carved on its surface.

But what's most striking is the golden death mask on his face.

The Death Mask of Saint Gillespie.

Wearing this mask signifies that Dante himself is acting in accordance with the will of the Primarch.

Seth knelt down on one knee.

"Lord Dante."

"Get up." A deep sigh came from behind the death mask: "Seth, I'm sorry. I'm late."

"grown ups……"

"Let me finish what I have to say, brother."

Dante explained wearily, “I ran into Nurgle’s trap in the warp. Four Plague-class destroyers and a dozen or so frigates. It took us eleven days to tear open that trap. Just when we finally jumped out, the Iron Warriors Chapter flanked us again. Those old bastards, I lost three frigates and 30,000 Astraklian soldiers to get rid of them.”

A sliver of golden light shone through the slits of the eyes on the death mask.

"When I broke through the blockade, I saw the coordinates of Klein-I and was already prepared for the worst. I thought I would end up collecting a basket of Flesh-Tearers' ashes beneath Iron Oath Keep."

Seth shook his head.

"My lord, the Flesh-Tearers haven't dispersed. We've lost 312 brothers. But the fortress held."

He paused for a moment.

"The Astartes reinforcements you sent to support us arrived just in time, and they are very strong!"

Dante, behind the mask of death, was stunned.

"What reinforcements?"

“I only brought the main force of the Third Company, my personal guard, and 500,000 Astral Army soldiers. All the mobile troops in the Klein system are currently in those landing pods behind me. The Empire cannot send any more reinforcements.”

"Seth, what the hell are you talking about, reinforcements?"

"Another Astartes Chapter."

Seth pointed to the warriors of the White Tiger Legion and said, "It's them..."

"Their leader killed that great unclean one."

A rapid gasp came from behind the death mask.

"Solo kill?"

Seth nodded and described it truthfully: "From twenty kilometers away, he used a living metal scythe burning with golden flames to grind that eighteen-meter-tall carcass into nine meters. Then he killed it with seven cuts."

There was a long silence behind the death mask.

"Seth."

"grown ups."

"Is it possible that you were hallucinated because your brain was impacted by the Black Fury during the battle?"

"you put……"

Seth retorted, “My lord, if it were an illusion, I would kneel down right now and let you plunge the Blood Sword into my Gene Seed Chamber. But it was not an illusion. The entire Flesh Ripper Chapter, more than a hundred of our surviving brothers, all saw it.”

"The Emperor..."

Dante remained silent for a long time.

"He severely wounded a great unclean being?"

"Yes, execute him, sir."

"Throughout the empire's ten thousand years of war history, there are records..."

“I know that list, sir.”

Seth interrupted him: "Saint Gilles, and a few ancient heroes who have long since turned to dust. You can count them on one hand."

"There's one more person on the list today."

Behind the mask of death, Dante asked again, "What's his name?"

"He hasn't had a chance to tell me yet."

"What's the code number?"

"It seems to be the White Tiger Battle Group."

"Primarch inheritance?"

"I didn't say it."

Dante remained silent for a long time.

Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the entourage behind him.

A figure walked over from the direction of the fleet.

He wore a set of black terracotta combat armor, with a pure gold insignia hanging on his chest—the highest symbol of the court.

He was taller than an average person, but shorter than Astartes. He had a thin face, pure white hair, and a long scar on his left cheek that ran from his forehead to his jaw.

Grand Inquisitor Thomas Roderick, a member of the Odo Marellias Inquisition.

Seth's face darkened the moment he saw the terracotta armor.

The history of the Flesh-Tearers and the Inquisition could fill an entire book.

To put it nicely, it's called "tension"; to put it bluntly, it's called "holding grudges for four hundred years."

Roderick walked up to Dante, his hands behind his back.