Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"interesting."

"That's so interesting."

"An ordinary person who has mastered the variable that breaks the underlying logic."

"Knowledge is hidden in his soul."

Behind him, the helmet of a thousand children, now covered in dust, turned slightly.

The wizard said softly:

"The great and ever-changing Lord will surely appreciate this gift."

The Silver Tower warships of the Thousand Sons Legion quietly set sail amidst the warp mist.

……

Deep within the Plague Galaxy.

Typhons stood on the rotting deck.

Hundreds of millions of flies swarmed around him, like a living dark cloud.

After listening to the broadcast, he did not roar like a Thurism follower.

Nurgle's anger is never hasty.

It will ferment.

It will expand.

Roots will grow from the gaps in the bones.

“The enmity of the great impure must be settled.”

The plague priest beside him whispered praises to the Father.

Typhons raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

"He is very arrogant."

“A loving father likes an arrogant child.”

A faint glow of poison emanated from beneath his tattered helmet.

"Because arrogance will eventually turn into despair."

"Go to Agrippina."

"I want to plant him myself in the deepest part of the Plague Garden."

"Let him wail for ten thousand years in the embrace of his loving father."

The Death Guard fleet, like a green poisonous cloud, slowly and irresistibly spread towards Agrippina.

……

Even in Slaanesh's world of pleasure.

A noisy Marin stopped playing the instrument he was using, which was made from the vocal cords of an ordinary person.

He rewound and listened to the sound of Caron's neck breaking seven times.

On the eighth time, he was trembling all over.

"Listen..."

"How crisp was the sound of bones breaking."

He looked up, his face filled with an almost obsessive rapture.

"That arrogant tone was perfect material for a work of art."

"I want to peel away his pride piece by piece."

"Torment his arrogance into an eternal symphony."

The purple warship sailed into the void amidst a shrill cry.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the subspace storm.

A massive fleet of green ships is tossed about in subspace.

The orc warlord Gelka is annoying.

It's so annoying.

"What?! A batch has already been cut down?!"

The broken communicator translated a few fragments of Lawson's broadcast.

He didn't understand the rest.

He only understood two sentences.

"One round is over."

"Too weak, we need something stronger."

This greatly worried Gerka.

"My goodness! If we're any later, the shrimp will all be gone!"

Gerka smashed the bird-divining instrument next to him with a punch.

A few farts shrieked as they crawled out from under the bird divination device, only to be kicked back by the orc boy next to them.

"Guys! We need to hurry!"

"There's a huge fight going on on that planet called Apipi!"

"And some people think we're not tough enough!"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more excited he got.

"I'm going to go and twist that most arrogant shrimp head off!"

Below the bridge, a navigator wearing an iron bucket as a helmet was trembling as he clung to the control stick.

"Boss! Something's wrong with this subspace flow! Our trajectory is getting further and further off course! I can't find that planet at all!"

Gelka's large face came close to it.

The hot breath coming out of his nostrils almost knocked the fart man over.

"It's my boat, I say where it goes, and it goes."

The little brat is about to cry.

"But...but the stars won't listen to us..."

Gerka paused for a second to think.

This is already quite remarkable.

In the logic of the green-skinned man, if a ship is moving slowly or going in the wrong direction, it must be because it doesn't have enough power.

If the power is insufficient, add fuel.

Gelka stretched out his huge green hand and grabbed the loudest-crying fart spirit by the back of the neck.

"Boss! I don't want to die!"

"Shut up! You useless piece of trash!"

Gelka strode to a large pipe at the back of the bridge and kicked open the valve.

"Go give the engine a boost!"

He stuffed the fart into the engine pipe.

boom.

The valve is closed.

A muffled explosion came from deep within the engine compartment, followed by the roar of the machine being overloaded.

Because of the Greenskins' Waaagh stance, which completely disregards physics, when Golka firmly believed that "farts can make ships faster," the dilapidated ship actually unleashed extraordinary power.

It really has become even more remote.

The "Great Smash" drew an extremely bizarre zigzag line in the warp.

boom!

With violent tremors and the sound of armor tearing, the Great Smash, along with the green-skinned fleet behind it, left the warp prematurely without warning.

They're like a pile of trash thrown out of a window, crashing headfirst into the real universe.

Gelka did a somersault on the bridge.

He grumbled as he got up and peered out the porthole.

Then he paused for a moment.

This is a vast, empty asteroid belt.

However, less than ten kilometers directly ahead of the green-skinned fleet, there was another fleet.

The paint job is messy.

A black skull and cross flag was hanging.

The ship's hull is printed with a red eight-pointed star.

A fleet of Red Pirates' logistics ships, preparing to head to Agrippina to make their fortune.

The Red Pirate captain was just drinking, calculating how many power armors he could steal on this trip.

The next second, he watched helplessly as a massive fleet of green garbage ships "fell" out of thin air and crashed directly into his escort ship formation.

The three supply ships were instantly smashed to pieces.

The communication channels were instantly flooded with the Red Pirates' terrified curses and alarms.

Gelka watched the fireball explode outside the window.