Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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The two bear guards held him down from the left and right, like holding down an industrial animal about to be slaughtered.

"Report."

The golden flames deepened even further.

Kalon's spine looked like it had been stuffed into a furnace.

He finally managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"The World Devourer..."

"eighth……"

"War Gang..."

"very good."

Lawson gripped Caron's neck with his five fingers.

Click.

The neck armor was crushed.

The next sound was the sound of bones breaking.

The sound was excessively clear on the full-band radio.

Caron's head drooped limply, and his vital signs completely disappeared.

The system instantly intercepted the soul and crushed it into pure subspace energy.

Lawson casually tossed the body into the pool of blood.

His voice continued to travel through the Agrippina Matrix towards the Milky Way.

"Whether it's the Empire or Chaos, report this to everyone who can hear it."

"Agrippina's first round of defense is over."

"Annihilate a large-scale war gang of World Devourers."

"More than 800 Chaos Space Marines were killed."

"Two Killer-class cruisers were captured, and one was destroyed."

"Recover several Terminator armors."

The data is clear.

The results are clear.

Then, Lawson paused. As if he had really thought about it.

I'm a little disappointed.

"too weak."

"You bunch of trash, don't you have anyone better at fighting?"

"waste."

Communication was cut off.

The broadcast has ended.

Less than a minute.

But it's like someone threw a nuclear bomb into a pot of boiling oil.

……

In a demonic world covered in blood and lava.

Before the towering brass altar, Khorne's bloodthirsty freaks ceased their slaughter of each other.

Kalon's dying screams still echoed in the sky.

Then came the voice of that mortal.

"too weak."

"waste."

The entire planet fell silent for a moment.

Then, a roar shook the subspace.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"Cut off his head!"

For believers of the Blood God, dying in battle is an honor.

Being defeated means you are not as skilled as the other person.

But a mere mortal could grab a lord by the neck, force him to give his unit number, and then, in front of the entire galaxy, call him "too weak" and "useless"—

This is not a failure.

This is like shoving the face of terrorism into the mud and then stomping on it.

Hundreds of warlords kicked away the slaves at their feet.

All warship engines were pushed to the red line.

The massive Khorne fleet tore through violent rifts in the warp, accelerating relentlessly toward Agrippina.

They can do without the spoils of war. Without territory. Without supplies.

They only want Lawson's skull.

And the blood of all living beings on that planet.

……

The Temple ships of the Word Bearers Legion.

The Dark Apostle closed the Book of Truth, bound in human skin.

The adjutant beside him didn't dare to move either.

The moment the word "trash" fell from the broadcast, the candles burning with souls inside the temple simultaneously distorted.

The Dark Apostle finally spoke.

"He is mocking the original truth."

"He displayed arrogance toward the gods on the entire broadcast channel. That golden flame is the light of the false emperor."

The dark apostle stroked the still twitching human skin on the book cover.

"This is blasphemy."

The adjutant asked in a low voice, "My Lord Apostle, shall we change course?"

"Go to Agrippina."

The Dark Apostle raised his head.

"Use his blood to write Lord Roger's true words on the statue of the false emperor."

"The mortals there need their beliefs corrected."

The Temple ship began chanting a piercing warp prayer and turned its bow around.

……

A giant whirlpool.

One of Huron's raiding fleet commanders was sitting in a captain's chair piled high with treasure, repeatedly playing recordings of Lawson's broadcasts.

He listened to the key points three times.

"Two Killer-class cruisers have been captured..."

"Recover several Terminator armors..."

He tapped the armrest, revealing diamond-polished teeth.

"That reckless warlord not only seized the Agrippina arsenal, but also turned his own territory into a treasure trove filled with high-value spoils of war."

A red pirate next to him whispered a reminder: "Boss, he just wiped out a large World Devourer war gang."

The fleet commander glanced at him.

Will the World Devourers keep their accounts?

"……Won't."

"That's right."

He stood up.

"Brothers, your chance to make a fortune has arrived!"

"Go teach that warlord what pirate rules are."

"Rob his factory and strip him of his power armor!"

The Red Pirates' ragtag fleet swarmed toward Agrippina like a school of sharks smelling blood.

……

In Prospero's illusion of ruins.