Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The sound of space fracturing resounded throughout the Southern Hemisphere and even traveled along the Earth's crust into Agrippina's core.

The bird divination instrument was burned.

Radar array overload.

Dozens of listening towers simultaneously emitted electrical sparks.

The next instant, a giant hand burning with blood and fire pierced the pale sky.

That hand is too big.

It's not a word like "huge" that's commonly used in battle reports.

Instead, it is so large that the proportion itself loses its meaning.

The five fingers resembled five brass towers, their surfaces covered in bone spurs. Each bone spur flowed with boiling blood powerful enough to corrode armor.

A giant hand gripped the edge of the spatial rift.

Pull hard.

hiss...

Dimensions are torn apart like skin.

What followed was a roar powerful enough to shatter the souls of mortals.

A body so enormous it defies human comprehension, pushing its way outward against the physical repulsion of the real universe.

Angron.

The Primarch of Khorne.

Lord of Red Sand.

The Twelfth Legion's genetic prototype.

His arrival was not like teleportation.

It's more like the war itself shattered reality, and then crawled out of the wound.

The subspace cavity near Agrippina, drained by Lawson, creates an extremely vicious physical repulsion against higher-order subspace entities.

Every inch that Angron squeezed into the real universe, the spatial turbulence acted like countless molecular-level blades, slicing through his skin, muscles, and demonic bone armor.

Large chunks of burning flesh peeled off his body and crashed onto the plain, blasting out molten craters.

The old wound had barely reopened when the fury of Khorne immediately stitched it back together.

Just as it was stitched up, it was torn apart again by the laws of reality.

Torn.

heal.

Tearing apart again.

The pain that would break any archduke is merely fuel for Angron.

The Butcher's Nail, amplified countless times by the power of Khorne within his skull, was greedily devouring the pain.

He finally poked his head out of the crack.

The bull's horns pierced the pale sky.

His eyes, like two exploding blood-red stars, were fixed on the surface of Agrippina.

At that moment, even the bioelectric field of the foundational sequence assassins fluctuated violently.

The 4.2-meter-tall bear guards in front of him looked like rows of iron nails standing at the feet of a giant beast.

Inside the main control room.

For the first time, a subtle electronic noise appeared in the mechanical sound of the T-001.

"High-risk alert."

"A forced intrusion by an ultra-high-order subspace entity has been detected."

"Target Recognition: Angron".

"Khorne Demon Primarch"

"The energy reading exceeds the threshold of a normal Great Demon."

On the screen, the Southern Hemisphere was covered by a large area of ​​red warning.

Lawson stared at the giant shadow that was tearing the sky apart.

"Finally, someone of sufficient importance has arrived."

He won't wait for Angron to fully arrive before making his move.

To preach martial virtue is to court death.

The proper tactic is to throw something at the opponent's face when they are stuck in the door frame.

"Full array grid connection".

"Unlock with highest privileges".

Lawson raised his hand and pointed to the coordinates of the Southern Hemisphere.

"Don't hit his body."

T-001 turned its head.

Lawson stared at the pale crack in the image.

"Set up anchor points."

"Blood River, Brass Runes, Crack Edges, All Altar Nodes that Maintain Descent."

"He himself is now the hammer that Khorne dragged in. There's no point in hitting the hammerhead."

"Smash the hand holding the hammer."

Agrippina's defensive machine erupted with a roar that exceeded its limits at this moment.

In space, eleven warships docked in geosynchronous orbit abandoned all air defense missions.

The ship-borne light spears did not attempt to sever Angron's wrist.

Instead, it pierced the atmosphere and precisely bombarded the confluence of the reversed blood rivers and brass runes on the plains of the Southern Hemisphere.

The river of blood evaporated.

The brass runes were burned white.

The mound of skulls that the Khorne followers had just piled up turned into shimmering ash at the point where the spear of light struck.

Deep beneath the Earth's surface, five electromagnetic railgun emplacements embedded in the mantle have completed their overload energy storage.

Five solid adamantium bullets, each weighing a hundred tons, burst from the ground at terrifying speed.

They did not aim for Anglon's chest.

Instead, it smashed into the solidifying brass chains at the edge of the crack.

boom!

The first chain broke.

Angron felt a sudden weight on one shoulder.

He was not injured.

However, the way it descended was skewed.

The feeling was like a giant beast climbing out of a deep well, only to have someone smash the stones it was using as leverage along the well's edge.

This infuriated him.

"Lo-sen!"

When he roared out his name, the blood of the entire plain boiled.

On the ground, the Warhound-class Titan, heavily modified by Lawson, took a heavy step.

The dual-armed turbo laser destroyer aimed at the sky, continuously sweeping the Khorne sacrificial marks that were forming on both sides of the crack.

Thirty knight mechs, piloted by a group of suicide soldiers, were arranged in a fan shape.

The molten cannon and the heat flow cannon fired together, not to melt through the demonic primeform, but to burn the world-devourers and blood slaves who were trying to continue pouring blood into the altar, turning them and the ground into glass.

The plains of the Southern Hemisphere have become a sacrificial image that is being repeatedly erased.

Khorne is writing.

Lawson is wiping.

Khorasance is written in blood.

Lawson used light spears, railguns, thermal blasters, and explosive bombs to rub against it.

Physical attacks are unlikely to truly kill a Primarch that is being directly observed by the Blood God.

Lawson knew this.

Therefore, he never intended to cripple Angron with a single round of planetary firepower.

He has only one goal:

The arrival of Angron was incomplete.

Make him stay stuck for even longer.

Make Khorne pay a greater price for this forced delivery.

"Static anchor point, deploy."

Hundreds of static force field generators were launched by anti-aircraft missiles around the trajectory of Angron's descent.

The portal opened in mid-air.

Four living saints flew out from it.

They did not get close to Angron's attack range.