Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A seemingly loyal, corrupt, rune-covered Chaos veteran stood beside the command platform.

The Chaos Lord has just ordered orbital bombardment.

The veteran suddenly raised his hand and opened a blue static force field portal on the spot.

The next second, a hundred elite White Tiger warriors rushed out from inside, wielding Storm Shields.

Just thinking about it made Lawson feel it was immoral.

He likes it.

However, there are still flaws.

"communication."

Lawson tapped his chin.

When these Iron Warriors' power armors were being repaired, the ancient Chaos Communication Matrix was completely dismantled by the T-Series to prevent the enemy from tracking them back.

If one infiltrates the enemy camp but cannot access the Chaos Tactical Network, it will be a glaring vulnerability in the eyes of those suspicious Chaos Lords.

"Go and call Khsa."

Lawson turned to look at T-001.

"Move all the obsolete communication modules that were salvaged from the Iron Cage Throne over here."

"After physical isolation and modification, these four hundred power armors were reinstalled."

T-001 Record Command.

"Target?"

Lawson looked at the armor that was now covered in chaotic waste.

"I want these four hundred armored vehicles to look more chaotic than chaos itself, on radar, in subspace communications, and on the Chaos Warband's dirty channels."

T-001 nodded.

"Understood. Create your own people in the eyes of Chaos."

Lawson corrected it.

"Do not."

"He's the unlucky one who created the Chaos Eye."

……

A month, amidst the frenzied, almost manic preparations on Agrippina Main Star, was compressed into a string of cold, hard data.

Thirty Terra Standard Days.

For Lawson's war machine, it was a complete transformation.

With the help of the stasis field, the massive stockpile of power armor provided by Dante, and the almost non-stop repairs and modifications by the T-series assassins, Lawson's five Astartes-based battle groups were all reorganized.

White Tiger. Red Dragon. Luan Bird. Black Tortoise. Taotie.

Five thousand heavily armed Thunder Warriors lay quietly in their barracks beneath the surface.

Unlike traditional Space Marines, they don't pray before battle, recite chapter oaths, or polish their chainsaws until they shine.

They just waited.

Like five thousand heavy bombs that have been loaded and are just waiting for the launch order.

In outer orbit, the fleet centered around the Iron Cage Throne completed the deep system cleansing and the replacement of the cornerstone sequence.

That eight-kilometer-class flagship, which once belonged to the Iron Warriors, now has a huge Imperial double-headed eagle painted on its breastplate-like bow.

The application was done perfectly.

It cruised along the edge of the Agrippina geosynchronous orbit with other ships, like a pack of silent wolves.

Earth's core energy spine.

Surface air-raid shelter.

Underground barracks.

Atmospheric detection satellite.

Low-orbit boarding torpedo array.

All systems are connected by swarm intelligence.

The world of Agrippina, the world of casting, is no longer the decaying, bloated, and rusty mechanicus of the past.

It is now a steel hedgehog.

Every thorn was poisoned.

The thirty-first Terra Standard Day.

A storm is coming.

Near the Mandeville jump point, the real world seemed to have been cleaved open by an invisible axe.

The subspace barrier was violently torn apart.

A crimson surge of energy erupted from the rift, like a massive mass of boiling blood.

The first Killer-class cruiser forced its way into the physical universe.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

A dozen or so escort ships followed behind, their hulls adorned with brass skulls, chains, and struggling sacrificial slaves. The armor was painted a glaring scarlet, and the massive brass ram at the bow resembled a sharpened beast's tooth under the starlight.

The World Devourer.

A large war gang.

Their arrival was not surprising.

These berserkers, their minds filled with the Butcher's Nail, were already roaming the star sector near Agrippina. Khorne sent them a faint command through warp resonance, and coupled with Lawson's broadcast that slapped the Blood God's followers in the face, it was enough to send their engines blasting.

Fleet assembly?

Tactical coordination?

Supply line?

That's something only someone who hasn't completely lost their mind would consider.

The World Devourer only considers one thing.

Hurry up.

Faster.

They rushed into Agrippina.

Cut off Lawson's head.

Use his blood to suppress the endless stream of nails in his brain.

On the bridge of the Killer-class cruiser, Warlord Caron stood before a command seat made of skulls.

The butcher's nail twitched repeatedly on the back of his head.

A blood slave navigator knelt by the divination pool, spitting out blood.

"My lord...we have reached the outskirts of Agrippina..."

Caron ignored him.

He stared at the forged world in the distance, enveloped by iron-gray clouds and an orbital defense network.

"Losen".

When he pronounced the name, his tongue seemed to be chewing a bone.

A World Eater veteran standing nearby couldn't hold back any longer, and his chainsaw axe began to spin freely.

"Lord! Let us land! Let us tear that planet apart!"

Kalon raised his hand.

The veteran shut up.

Because Kalon's axe blade was already attached to his throat armor.

"Send the fleet forward first."

Caron grinned.

"I want that mortal to see us."

“I want him to know that the Blood God heard us.”

A few seconds later, the three Killer-class cruisers simultaneously turned their bows around.

More than a dozen frigates were scattered on both flanks.

The Crimson Fleet pressed towards Agrippina's main star.

Like a pack of mad dogs that have lost all patience after smelling blood.

Agrippina, the surface, the central command hub.

The alarm did not sound shrilly.

Only on the holographic star map did Mandeville's jump light illuminate the first patch of red light.

T-001 looked up.

"The first group of guests has arrived."

Lawson sat in the command chair, looked at the three Killer-class cruisers on the star map, and smiled.

"The World Devourer".

"They arrived quite quickly."

Xiong Er stood to the side, holding his helmet, and asked, "Boss, shall we fight?"