Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Three hundred light-years away, a field medical position in a safe star sector.

A pharmacist is holding a hemostatic gel and skillfully dragging out the Ultramarines Master Chief.

The sergeant major collapsed onto the medical bed, his mind still replaying the battlefield.

He was furious.

"Cowards! Traitors! You bunch of shameless scum! How dare you kick me during the charge—"

He stopped halfway through his rant.

He smelled disinfectant and medical gel.

I saw the bright operating lights overhead.

I could hear the wounded breathing steadily around me.

There was no war, no demonic roars, and he was still alive.

Not only is he alive, but the bleeding from the severed limbs has been quickly stopped, and the life support system has been reconnected.

There was even a brand new Dreadnought waiting nearby.

The sergeant major remained silent for two seconds.

The rigid and meticulous logic modules of the Ultra Warriors quickly complete the comparison of life and death values.

The second sentence came out without hesitation:

"Praise be to the Lord of the Seal."

"Praise the Avengers."

He looked at the pharmacist, his tone returning to seriousness.

"Give me a pair of mechanical legs. I can go back and fight again next month."

The pharmacist next to him glanced at the fearless mech.

The sergeant major immediately added:

"Don't put me in fearlessness."

"I can still be saved."

……

The flagship of the Holy Blood Angels, the Blood Summoner.

Dante, the Dark Regent, sat in his command chair, holding a casualty report for the entire war zone that had just been printed by the Avengers.

On the tactical holographic projection, the star map of the entire dark side of the empire is no longer filled with the glaring red that represents loss of contact and destruction, as it used to be.

In more than a quarter of the war zone, blue dots representing solid defenses and localized counterattacks are lit up.

Dante looked at the numbers on the briefing.

"Seventy-three percent."

His voice still betrayed his shock.

"Since the Lawson brothers' Avengers squads entered the chapters, the number of Space Marine casualties in rearguard, cover, and plains encounters has decreased by a full 73 percent."

He looked up at Seth, the leader of the Flesh-Tearers Chapter, who was standing to the side.

"We will no longer be torn apart by demons with broken knives because we missed our last bomb."

"We will no longer be forced to abandon strategically valuable star systems due to logistical disruptions."

"The instant teleportation network provided by the Lawson brothers saved the lives of 30,000 Astartes on the dark side of the Empire."

Seth crossed his arms, with his massive double-edged chainsaw sword strapped to his back.

After listening, he only said one sentence:

"Praise be to the Lord of the Seal."

Then he couldn't hold back and his voice rose again.

"He's a million times better than those high lords on Terra whose brains are full of shit!"

"He not only cured our curse, but also gave us an inexhaustible supply of ammunition!"

"Yesterday, my fourth company slew a Nurgle demon prince in the Dead World, and the Lawson brothers sent over a hundred barrels of chilled Baal wine directly through a portal!"

Seth punched his palm.

"what is this?"

He answered himself.

"This is the blessing of an emperor in his lifetime!"

A Blood Angels officer standing nearby opened his mouth, seemingly sensing that what he was saying was somewhat dangerous.

But he looked at Dante.

Dante did not refute this.

The officer then shut his mouth.

Seth continued, "With just one word from the Lord of the Seals, I, Seth, will lead the entire Flesh-Tearer Legion to pierce through the Eye of Fear!"

Dante raised his hand to stop his roar.

"Don't poke the Eye of Fear yet."

Seth frowned: "Then who should we stab?"

Dante stood up and walked to the holographic star map.

His gaze shifted away from the Agrippina galaxy.

It was like a giant vortex, attracting thousands of chaotic warships.

Abaddon's ruthlessness did not affect the madness of the lower-level Chaos Warband.

With his arrogance, broadcasting, and unlimited production capacity, Lawson single-handedly absorbed nearly half of the Chaos's firepower for the entire Dark Side of the Empire.

Dante's gaze finally settled on the center of the star map.

That narrow, safe passage that spans the great rift.

Nakmond Corridor.

"We cannot waste the time that the Lawson brothers have gained."

Dante points to that passage.

"The Great Rift splits the Milky Way in two. Subspace storms obscure the route. The Nakmonde Corridor is currently the only known route with a relatively stable physical state that can penetrate the Great Rift."

"It is the throat."

He looked at the coordinates at both ends of the corridor.

"The Primarch Guilliman is advancing the Unyielding Expedition in the Sanctuary. If the Nakmonde Corridor is severed by Chaos, the Primarch fleet will never be able to support the Dark Side."

"We will become an island."

"They were slowly bled out until they died."

Dante turned and looked at the chapter commanders in the command room.

"Latest intelligence indicates that Abaddon has not been provoked by Lawson's broadcast. He is ignoring Agrippina's meat grinder and is leading the main force of the Black Legion in a full-scale advance towards the Nakmonde Corridor."

"His goal is very clear."

"Lock this door completely."

Seth gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Then go and cut off his hand."

Dante nodded: "The Lawson brothers have tied down a large number of Chaos fringe forces in Agrippina, greatly reducing the pressure on our front lines."

"This is a strategic window of opportunity that he risked his life to create for us."

He drew his crimson sword and pointed it at Nachmond on the star map.

"Notify all Blood Angels successor chapters."

"Notify all Astral Legions that have received supplies from the Avengers."

"The entire army is assembled."

"Abandon unnecessary counterinsurgency operations."

"The fleet engines are pushed to their limits."

"Advance toward the Nakmunde Corridor."

Seth grinned.

"This time we can finally cut something decent."

Dante did not correct him.

"hope so."

……

The war entered its first year and three months.

Agrippina's red plains were covered by a mixture of flesh and oil up to half a meter thick.

The Chaos Legion's offensive did not stop due to casualties.

But the rhythm of the battlefield began to change strangely.

The outer defense line of the No. 37 casting area.

The White Tiger Legion and three thousand Bear Guards are currently on defense.

This kind of positional warfare should have been a perfect meat grinder.

The enemy is charging.

Artillery fire to clear the ground.