Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Lossen, this is a glorious victory."

"But Agrippina's stability may only be temporary."

Dante instructed his messenger to tell Rosen.

"The San Caspar system, three star sectors away from you, is facing a catastrophic chaotic invasion."

"That is the most vulnerable rear area of ​​the Empire's dark side. The system contains two hive worlds with populations of hundreds of billions, an industrial satellite that supplies five defense forces, and the only refugee evacuation route that is still in operation."

"A hybrid fleet of Word Bearers, Black Legion, and Unknown Nurgle Warband has severed our warp channels."

“I am leading the Blood Angels and the Flesh Tearers to try to break through the defenses on the outside, but the enemy outnumbers us ten to one. We are tied down.”

"If you have already completed the purge in Agrippina and still have the capacity."

"The Saint Caspar system may require your mobility."

"Please make strategic adjustments based on your own circumstances."

Dante didn't wait for Lawson's reply and continued fighting.

His request to Lawson was not an order, but a request.

Lawson didn't intend to answer him either.

He could certainly use the static force field to send a thousand elite White Tigers, six thousand heavily armored Bear Guards, and fifty thousand enhanced Thunder Death Squads to the Saint Caspar system for combat.

This force is capable of waging an extremely brilliant annihilation battle on a local battlefield, and can even carry out several precise decapitations of the Chaos Warlords.

But that's not how you calculate it.

If he were to deploy his main forces to the San Caspar system to wage war, it would be a massive, protracted war of attrition, a veritable meat grinder.

The Dark Apostles of the Word Bearers will spread warp pollution wildly in the Nest of the Tribes, a city with a population of hundreds of billions.

Chaotic orbital bombardment would turn those precious factories and farmlands into glass craters.

The demon army will use countless civilians as fuel for sacrifice.

Even if Lawson eventually wipes out all the enemies and saves the star system, all he gets is a ruin that will take hundreds of years to recover.

Even ordinary people, having witnessed the demons, would be taken away by the Inquisition under the pretext of preventing contamination and subjected to complete cleansing.

Lawson does not pursue a Pyrrhic victory that results in mutual destruction.

In Lawson's eyes, the population of an entire galaxy, the undamaged factory production lines, food reserves, and orbital docks were worth ten thousand times more than a Pyrrhic victory report after a devastating defeat.

Since going to put out the fire would burn down the house, why not direct the fire to your own slaughterhouse?

……

He was silent for a long time.

"A swarm of bees!"

"Is there any way to make my voice heard throughout the dark side of the empire?"

The swarm intelligence quickly assessed the existing hardware conditions: "The Thinker Array of Agrippina has sufficient underlying computing power to support band simulations of this scale. At the same time, we have just captured the shipborne communication matrix of the Iron Cage Throne. This system retains the deep band used by the Iron Warriors to contact the Chaos Fleet and even the undercurrents of the warp, which can be heard by both the Empire and Chaos."

"start up."

The chaotic communication matrix on the bridge of the Iron Cage Throne began to convulse violently.

On the surface of Agrippina, twelve enormous, ancient mechanical shrines roared as if overloaded.

The Thinker Array operates at full power, transforming its massive underlying computational power into a torrent of information, which is then transmitted into space.

In that instant.

The entire dark side of the empire was forcibly interrupted.

Seventy light-years away from Agrippina, a massive Nurgle plague ship is slowly navigating through the warp.

In the center of the bridge, a flesh-and-blood broadcasting system pieced together from the corpses of hundreds of psykers was playing a rotten hymn praising the benevolent father, Nurgle.

The demon prince and several plague wizards were gathered around the map, discussing how to drag the next densely populated human star system into the Plague Garden for sacrifice.

Suddenly, the flesh-and-blood broadcaster stopped writhing.

All those twisted mouths above closed, and the hymn came to an abrupt end.

Then, the broadcaster emitted an extremely crisp, emotionless metallic tone.

The demon prince was stunned.

……

On the northern edge of the Agrippina star system, in a massive asteroid belt.

A large Ork fleet is resting.

A group of green-skinned orcs were arguing fiercely around a giant megaphone made of dozens of scrap metal pieces, arguing about who had looted more scrap metal the day before, and were even preparing to draw their machetes to physically persuade each other.

Several skinny fart-like creatures were holding wrenches and banging on the top of the loudspeaker.

"Zi..."

Suddenly, the loudspeaker emitted a crackling sound, followed by a clear human voice that drowned out all the orcs' roars and echoed over the camp.

The fart spirit sitting on the loudspeaker screamed in fright and fell headfirst into the garbage heap below.

……

The Saint Caspar system, the lowest level of the nest city.

In the Lower Nest slum, where the sun never shines.

A group of ragged civilians were gathered around an old radio that was about to break down.

Normally, this radio only emits unpleasant static, and occasionally it can receive intermittent recruitment or allocation notices from the Imperial Defense Force.

But at that moment, all the noise disappeared.

A very clear sound came from the radio.

……

On the edge of the Great Rift, aboard a black destroyer belonging to the Inquisition.

A Grand Inquisitor wearing a rose-star knot sat in the command room, his face grim as he reviewed reports of unusual corruption coming from all corners of the Empire's dark side.

The top-secret interplanetary communicator on his desk suddenly lit up, its red indicator light flashing wildly.

The attendant's expression changed drastically, thinking he had encountered chaotic electronic pollution, and he reached out to unplug the physical power cord of the communicator.

"Stop!" The Grand Judge abruptly raised his hand to stop him.

He heard the first words come through the communicator: "I am Lawson, the Dark Side Master of the Empire."

The judge's face instantly became even more gloomy and terrifying than before.

Under the Empire's communication protocols, no mortal, not even a chapter master, can bypass the Inquisition's highest-level cryptography and forcibly interrupt their private encrypted channel.

……

On a Space Marine warship struggling through subspace.

……

On the edge of the deeper Eye of Fear, aboard a massive black legion warship.

……

Lawson's voice echoed throughout the dark side of the empire.

“I am Lawson, the master of the dark side of the Empire.”

"Now, I am speaking to all of you from the flagship of the Iron Warriors."

Amidst the background noise of the communication channel, one could almost hear the faint clicking sound of heavy powered combat boots crushing armor plates.

“Just now, I cut open the chest of the war blacksmith Barak and kicked his corpse off the command throne. Now, this ship belongs to me.”

"As for those chaotic wild dogs on the surface of Agrippina, I didn't leave any alive. I chopped them all up and used them as fertilizer."

The brief pause was like a hunter idly wiping the bloodstained blade.

"You think that with the opening of the Great Rift, the dark side of the Empire has become your hunting ground?"

"Listen up, you chaotic scum."

"Nurgle's great unclean being was burned to ashes by me, soul and flesh; Khorne's high-ranking archdeacon was half-blasted off by me, and I stole his axe. Your proud demon princes, chaos knights, and titan mechs are nothing but pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered in my eyes."

"The blessings from the evil god that you receive through your kowtowing are nothing more than low-quality fuel to me."

"Now, I stand on this planet that has been forged into this world."

"Here we have a full-size orbital dock, an endless supply of food, and the most powerful arms factory in the entire galaxy."

"Do you want it?"

Lawson's lips curled into a sinister grin.

"Chaotic scum, green-skinned livestock, aliens lurking in the shadows, and those spineless cowards in the courtroom who don't like me..."

"Anyone who's not afraid of dying, get the hell over here!"

Then, Lawson addressed the mandatory broadcast that spanned half the galaxy, uttering a greeting:

"I'll fuck all of you!"

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Chapter 163: One sentence solves the deadly predicament of billions.

The Losenaton full-band plaintext broadcast was like a whirlwind torpedo without a fuse, directly inserted into the core of subspace.

It exploded in the ears of the entire galaxy.

After the Great Rift, the Starlight dimmed, and the Dark Side of the Empire was already a chaotic mess stirred up by demons. But even if we go back ten thousand years, to the Great Crusade, to the time when the Emperor could still walk among the mortals, no one had ever done this before.

No warlord would publicly disclose his physical coordinates.

No chapter leader would challenge the entire physical universe and the warp simultaneously.