Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"I can help you eradicate it."

"I guarantee that it will not flare up within three years."

"Since we've met here, let's remove this thorn for you right here."

Lawson slowly raised his right arm.

Light appeared behind him; dawn had broken.

It was a quiet rain of light.

The pure, radiant gold seemed to pierce through billions of light-years of darkness and countless distorted dimensions, finally pouring gently onto this cursed, scorched earth.

The light, like the dawn breaking at dusk, swept forward.

In that instant of divine intervention, every one of the 211 suffering offspring of the Lamenters' Legion sensed, without exception, the mournful cry that had lain dormant in the deepest recesses of their genes for eight thousand years without ever ceasing for even a second…

The Primarch's final song, which had dragged countless brothers into the abyss of madness, was gently enveloped by an extremely vast and compassionate power.

Between those negative emotions that are enough to tear reason apart and their subjective consciousness, an insurmountable wall of sighs has already been erected.

The beasts continued to roar, but they could no longer stir the slightest ripple in their minds.

As the last rays of light seeped into the cracks in the earth, the miracle vanished.

The entire baptism lasted only six seconds.

Even within the square formation, you could hear a pin drop.

Only Company Commander Kyle Varus let out a sigh of relief from the deepest part of his chest.

Extend your gaze into the distance.

At the temporary assembly point for refugees in Qadian, five kilometers away.

Thirty-two thousand ragged refugees were numbly eating the battlefield rations distributed by the suicide squad, queuing to receive rough bandages, or huddled like zombies in drafty tents.

Until the golden rain of light behind Lawson broke through the gloom and illuminated the sky.

At first, it was a few children, their faces covered in dust, who pointed at the strange phenomenon in the sky and exclaimed in surprise.

Then, their tired parents raised their heads blankly.

Then, the veterans of Kadian, who were biting on gauze to endure the pain of their severed arms, also looked in the direction of the sound.

Finally, even those disabled veterans who had been blinded by the mechanical instructors and transformed into half-track errand boys "saw" that light through the tearful descriptions of their relatives.

That was the radiance of an emperor.

In this forging world forgotten by the dark side of the Empire, in the desperate years when warp storms tore through galaxies, how many centuries has this lifeless, scorched land not been bathed in the true light of the Emperor?

Fifty years? One hundred years? Or longer?

Most of these Kadian orphans, who had left their homes, had only witnessed such a miracle once in their lives.

It was during the last desperate mass before the Gate of Cadian completely collapsed that a dying living saint in the monastery briefly produced a faint golden wing amidst the ashes.

Since that day, eternal night has descended.

The Gate of Kadian is shattered.

The mother planet turned into cosmic dust.

They were loaded onto the dark transport ship like livestock and dumped onto Agrippina's merciless assembly line.

Here, they are the consumables that forge the world, the stepping stones in the minefield on the front line, and the cold, worn-out numbers on the data boards of engine oilers.

One by one, loved ones vanished from the face of the earth, forcibly conscripted into dark and dreary smelters, dissected alive to become mindless machine servants, stuffed into rusty landing craft, and thrown into even more brutal meat grinders.

Even the last spark of hope in their hearts was mercilessly extinguished by this prolonged torment.

until today.

Until they huddled in this nameless, stinking ditch, gazing once more at the radiant light that pierced the sky.

Thirty-two thousand people knelt down almost simultaneously in the direction of the light source.

On the front lines, Lawson did not stop after redeeming the weeping.

His vast, swarm-like thinking instantly locked onto the coordinate space of Dante, the Dark Regent.

At this moment, Dante is not on the perilous front lines of the Starlight.

He had just ended a brutal interstellar carnage in the Murat sector.

An epic counterattack aimed at crippling the Chaos Expeditionary Fleet.

As the enemy forces crumbled, his battered fleet was anchored in the stasis orbit of Beius-III, a subsidiary repair star under the command of the Holy Blood Angels.

Blood Oath flagship, panoramic observation deck.

Dante stood proudly on the bridge, gazing at the deep starry sky outside the porthole while listening expressionlessly to the post-battle casualty briefing.

The correspondent stepped forward and reported:

"Your Excellency the Regent."

"Lord Lawson has just submitted an urgent request to you..."

"He is about to teleport the remnants of the Lamenters Chapter, who have fought a bloody battle in the Agrippina meat grinder for four years and seven months, directly to your flagship for rest and recuperation."

"At the same time, Lord Lawson implores you to use the privileges of the Dark Regent to prioritize replenishing the Weeping Chapter with full manpower at all costs."

Dante suddenly turned around.

“Those who weep…”

"Authorization approved."

"Immediately activate my highest priority mobilization authority over the Blood Angels and all sub-companies' reserves. Even if it means wiping out the defensive backbone of nearby planets, we must rearm a full-strength battle group of one thousand men for the Lamenters in the shortest possible time!"

Agrippina, the first main battle zone.

Lawson has already received Dante's promise.

"Company Commander Kyle. Company Commander Tecon."

"The Lamenters Chapter has exceeded its strategic blocking mission in Agrippina and has accomplished it exceptionally well."

“Now, I will personally escort you back to the Regent’s flagship for rest and recuperation. He has prepared the highest level of medical and psychological intervention there and has promised to immediately replenish your ranks.”

Kyle froze on the spot, and Tecon was equally stiff, like a clay sculpture.

The word "rest" was practically the most absurd taboo word in the dictionary during those four dark years and seven months.

Even after their entire company had wiped out their last mortal servant;

Even when the Chief Armorer was torn to pieces by the Chaos Dreadnought;

Even when they were trapped in Death Zone No. 1 for a full twenty-one days, their ammunition exhausted to the point that they could only resort to hand-to-hand combat with bayonets...

The only instructions sent by the commanders sitting in the high towers behind them were: "Hold on at all costs."

Now, this dark palm print, which had only been here for two hours, directly told them: Go back and get some rest.

Kyle's military instincts resisted this deserter-like treatment.

"Lord Seal Master!"

"We absolutely cannot retreat now! Agrippina's entire defensive line has been breached beyond repair. If we break camp..."

Lawson interrupted him coldly: "I will take full control of this place from now on."

"But sir, the defenses..."

"The Lamenters' Chapter".

"Execute military orders!"

Kyle's instincts acted before his reasoning could process them.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Tae Khon followed closely behind, completing a meticulous sword salute.

Lawson calmly raised his left arm.

A static force field channel, like a galaxy cleaved open by a sharp blade, slowly tore apart the curtain of reality.

At the other end of the passage lies the flagship deck of the majestic Blood Oath, orbiting in Beius-III, more than three hundred light-years away.

Lawson tilted his head slightly:

"A1".

“Escort all the brothers of the Lamenters Chapter, without missing a single one, and transfer them all.”

"Stretchers for the seriously injured have the highest priority."

"As ordered."

With a swift and decisive wave of his hand, Jia Yi sent twenty elite assassins into the fray.

The two company commanders, Kyle and Tecon, watched as their brothers disappeared one by one into the silvery-white halo.

They persevered and made it to the very end.

After the last lightly wounded veteran crossed the threshold, Kyle, as the supreme commander of this tragic unit, finally stood before the light screen.

He slowly turned his massive body and gazed one last time deeply at this scorched earth known as "War Zone One".

Kyle then solemnly gave his last military salute in this war zone.

"Lord of the Seal."

"The entire bloodline of the Weeping Chapter will forever remember this day's kindness."

Lawson didn't say a word, but simply nodded solemnly to him.

Kyle abruptly turned around and strode into the turbulent, stagnant passage.

Three hundred light-years away, on the observation deck of the Blood Oath.

Finally, the tall silhouette of Company Commander Kyle Varus emerged from the halo.

When Kyle looked through the towering crystal dome and saw the outer reaches of Beius-III, the untouched, ordinary starry sky, untouched by the war.

It took his superhuman brain a full three seconds to fully process this surreal reality.