Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Sympathy is even more insulting.

"Black bean sprouts, life is too tiring."

"Stop playing that self-deceiving game online."

Want to experience real thrills?

"Do you want to completely escape the clutches of Slaanesh and stop being a soul laborer?"

"Come to Agrippina!"

"I can provide you with an unprecedented, one-time, ultimate experience..."

He paused for a moment.

"I guarantee that as long as you dare to set foot on my territory..."

"I will shred your flesh and obliterate your souls in a fraction of a second."

"Not even a single hair will be left for Slaanesh."

"We'll help you cancel your account for free."

"So, what do you think? Was this a good deal?"

A Dark Archon is torturing an Astronaut Army officer.

After hearing these words, his face became even more gloomy than a vacuum.

With a sudden flick of his poisoned whip, he cleaved the officer in two.

As one of the most arrogant races in the galaxy, the Durucali regard torture as the highest art.

Lawson used the crudest business language to denigrate their way of life as "working in debt."

"mortal."

The consul's voice was as cold as a knife.

"A short-lived, vulgar, and fearless monkey."

"He doesn't deserve to die a quick death on the battlefield."

A shadowy attendant whispered, "Your Excellency, Agrippina's frontal defenses are too strong. There's no need for us to send a large army to fight the Chaos Beasts for the landing point."

"Yes."

The consul sneered.

"Mobilize the power from the shadows."

"Open the network of fissures leading to the deepest part of Agrippina's underground."

"Send out Nightmare, Mandela assassin squads, and monsters pieced together from flesh and blood."

"I don't want that planet."

"I only want that mortal named Lawson."

He paused.

"And those living saints under his command who radiate light."

"I want to bring them back to Comoros alive."

"In the highest arena, spend ten thousand years slowly teaching him what true art is."

……

With Lawson's series of outrageous and blatant taunts across the entire map, the entire galaxy was in an uproar.

Within the human empire faction.

The soldiers and civilians who were struggling to hold on reacted completely differently after hearing this broadcast.

In the muddy trenches.

A blood-soaked ordinary Astronaut soldier listened to Lawson's scathing rant against the Chaos Gods and the Rebel Legion, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on his previously numb face.

He turned to look at his comrades beside him.

His comrades were also laughing.

Some people laughed so hard that it aggravated their wounds, causing them to grimace in pain.

But I still smiled.

"So even those chaotic demons can be driven to the brink of collapse by being cursed."

This sentence spread through the trenches.

Like a small cluster of fire.

The fear of the chaotic unknown was brutally torn open by Lawson's crude deconstruction.

It turns out that even those so-called servants of the gods can become enraged.

It turns out that even those traitorous legions can be hit where it hurts.

It turns out that even demons are not a source of eternal fear.

They can also be verbally abused like an angry dog.

The morale of the Empire's dark side reached its highest point since the opening of the Great Rift.

Aside from the Great Expedition, the Empire hasn't seen such courageous, inspiring, and unreasonable people for a long time.

But the atmosphere aboard the flagship of the Holy Blood Angels was far from relaxed.

Blood Summoning Ship.

Dante, the Dark Regent, stood before the star map, his brow furrowed.

He knew that Lawson did this to solidify the hatred and buy time for the Nakmonde Corridor.

Lawson was taking the fall for the Empire.

But the knife was too heavy.

"He provoked the four evil gods, the rebel legions, the dark spirit race... he provoked every enemy he could."

Dante looked at the dense cluster of bright red dots in Agrippina's direction.

"He is declaring war on the entire subspace."

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Seth laughed loudly, his voice as rough as a chainsaw spinning in the air.

"The fact that the Grand Master dared to curse like that means he must have already dug a pit for us."

"Agrippina is a complete idiot now."

"Whoever goes there will break a tooth."

“I absolutely trust him.”

Dante turned his head and looked at Seth, who had an almost blind trust in Lawson.

He had seen too many heroes destroyed by their arrogance.

They know all too well the horrors of the warp.

“Seth.”

Dante sighed and turned his gaze back to Agrippina, who was surrounded by endless red dots on the star map.

"What I'm afraid of isn't that he didn't dig a good pit."

Seth's smile faded slightly.

Dante whispered:

"What I'm afraid of is..."

"His outburst has attracted a lot of attention."

"So big that it would crush the pit, along with itself, into dust."

The Agrippina Galaxy is once again engulfed in a massive battle.

Artillery fire swept across the land.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Lawson's full-band broadcast successfully dragged the enraged forces of Chaos back into this massive meat grinder.

But when fighting with anger and emotion, in the face of absolute reason and firepower, there is usually only one outcome.

They'll die even faster.

Armed to the teeth, Agrippina, under the micro-management of Lawson, annihilated these uncoordinated Chaos troops one by one.

Among these chaotic battles, the fastest and most bizarre to arrive was the Dark Eldar from Comoros.

Durucali.

They did not launch a frontal assault from space like the Chaos Fleet.

As the master of the Web, the Dark Archon Dragon is extremely arrogant.

He despised those "beasts" who only knew how to engage in space battles.

In his view, Agrippina's seemingly impenetrable frontal defense was nothing more than a crude iron shell.

Ordinary people always pile their armor on the outside.

Then expose the soft abdomen to the shadows.

Chapter 170 The Chaos Legion, dragged back again, begins its rampage!

Dragon sat atop the Raider flagship, powered by tormented souls, and sneered at the flesh-and-blood actors beside him.

"They would think that war only happens in front of the gun barrels."

The flesh-and-blood puppet asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, what is the target?"