Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The thirst for knowledge is an ingrained disease.

The Thousand Silver Tower fleet abandoned its ongoing excavation of the ruins and turned its attention to Agrippina.

They didn't just go to kill Lawson.

They want to capture him.

Break him down into answers.

……

The other end of subspace.

Deep within the Sixth Ring Road, a city of joy and pleasure.

A group of slender, androgynous Slaanesh demons and Noise Marin are being subjected to extreme sonic torture.

When Lawson's broadcast pierced the barrier, they were stunned at first.

Then, a deeply offended scream erupted.

"Why should I?!"

A lord of desire even had tears of humiliation glistening in his eyes.

In the extremely distorted values ​​of Slaanesh's followers, the point of Lawson's words was not to insult the Thousand Sons at all.

Rather, it's a questioning of their professional competence.

God of indulgence and pleasure.

The subspace is the one that understands pleasure, the ultimate, and the collapse of boundaries the most.

So it wasn't Salamanca who had "a thousand sons"?

This is not a joke.

This is an insult to one's profession.

"He looks down on us!"

The Lord of Desire almost cracked his voice.

"That mortal is questioning the way of pleasure!"

Noise Marin plucks the flesh-and-blood harp, its piercing sound waves tearing through the air.

"Go to Agrippina!"

"Prove it to him!"

"We want him to know what true, ultimate pleasure is!"

Another noise, Marin, paused, seemingly feeling that the statement wasn't artistic enough.

Therefore, the following was added:

“We will use his bones to make a harp and turn his arrogance into an eternal melody.”

The purple warships, accompanied by shrill screams and a decadent fragrance, changed course like a group of wronged madmen.

They are going to Agrippina.

Go and "prove" yourself.

……

Lawson's mocking laughter and swallowing sounds sent tsunami through the minds of the Thousand Sons and the Slaanesh cultists.

But he didn't stop.

This one-sided, scathing speech to the entire galaxy has only just begun.

The loudspeaker blared again.

"Okay, okay, just kidding."

"Everyone in the Thousand Sons Legion, don't get too excited. Getting angry is bad for your health."

"Lorsen said slowly."

"After all, you don't even have much physical body left. Once your energy dissipates, you can't even sweep up the ashes."

The glass was placed on the metal control panel, making a crisp clinking sound.

"Let's change the subject."

“Let’s talk about your great former warmaster, Horus Lupecal.”

Deep within the Eye of Fear.

The Glory Queen-class battleship, HMS Vengeance.

In the strategic command room, Abaddon stood in front of the holographic star map.

Not long ago, he had ordered the communications officer to shut down all external receiver arrays on the ship and block all signals from Agrippina.

He didn't want to listen to that mortal warlord's barking.

But Lawson's broadcast signal was completely illogical.

It no longer uses conventional electromagnetic waves, nor is it a traditional psychic transmission method.

Swarm intelligence borrows from the underlying array of mechanical teaching to directly trigger the physical resonance of the transistors inside the receiver.

So, all the loudspeakers in the command room, the servo skulls, the backup sound gratings, and even the Thinker screen left over from the Great Crusade era in front of Abaddon, all emitted Lawson's voice at the same time.

You don't want to hear it.

You have to listen!

Abaddon's face darkened.

Lieutenant Falk gripped his power sword and strode toward the communications station, preparing to physically smash the talking machines.

Lawson's voice was already echoing on the bridge of the Vengeance Soul.

"There's something I've never been able to understand."

"Horus is so intelligent and has the old man's deep trust, why would he rebel?"

"For freedom? For truth? For resistance against tyranny?"

Lawson's teasing carried an extremely sarcastic doubt.

"Later, I saw a statue of Horus in an abandoned temple."

"Looking at his shiny bald head, I suddenly realized something."

On the bridge, several veterans of the Black Legion simultaneously placed their hands on their weapons.

"A bald man who can't even keep his own hairline."

"What will he use to protect the Milky Way?"

The Vengeance Soul was as quiet as if it had been swallowed by a vacuum.

Lawson continued.

"The pressure is too much, everyone."

"With Horus working overtime every day during the Great Expedition, how desperate must he feel looking at his hair on the comb every morning?"

"The real reason he rebelled was probably to ask the Emperor for reimbursement for his anti-hair loss shampoo, but the old man thought it was too expensive and refused, right?"

In the command center, all the Black Legion veterans, Chaos Wizards, and Dark Servant stopped moving.

Their eyes widened, and they even paused for a moment.

Horus.

Even if that name fails, it will still be taboo.

It is the original genetic material of the Shadowmoon Wolf.

It was the center of the Horusic Rebellion.

It is a name that tears apart the galaxy and buries countless heroes and ideals.

Now, all of this has been deconstructed into nothingness by Lawson with a bottle of "anti-hair loss shampoo".

Abaddon's breathing finally became heavier.

He gripped the adamantine command platform in front of him.

Falk has already smashed the skull of a servo machine.

The sound didn't stop.

It continued to come from the spare speaker hidden in the wall crack, even clearer now.

"Of course, like father, like son."

"Horus was bald, and the successor he chose wasn't much better."

"The funniest thing is his good-for-nothing heir named Abaddon."

A palpable rage ignited in Abaddon's dark gold eyes.

"Thirteen Black Expeditions".

Thirteen times!

Lawson's voice was filled with disdain and disappointment.

"It took a full ten thousand years to barely smash the Cardia."

"Was it destroyed by the fleet?"

"Was it destroyed tactically?"

"No."

"It was smashed down by smashing Blackrock Fortress like a brick!"

"Ten thousand years! You chaotic scum, do the math on this time!"

"My subordinate Er Gou's grandma could push him around the Milky Way twice in his wheelchair!"