Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A dull cracking sound came from mid-air.

Angrona's skin and muscles, which had withstood the near-miss of the macro cannon, finally began to crumble in the face of pure cosmic-level physical tearing force.

Both arms were stretched straight, beyond the limits of the joints.

His legs were pulled down, creating a terrifying angle with his upper body.

The cervical spine emitted a cracking sound as if it were about to break under the bidirectional pulling force from above and below.

The fifty-meter-tall Chosen of Khorne was forcibly stretched into the shape of a "大" (big) character and nailed in mid-air.

He can't move.

Even struggling has become a luxury.

After confirming that the target was incapacitated, Lawson severed the intrinsic psionic connection with Angron and instead issued orders to the rear defense line.

"The last item: no ordinary iron!"

"Xiong Wei".

"Remove your armor and discard your weapons."

Six thousand bear guards acted simultaneously.

Click.

Click.

Click—

The forced release locks of the custom-made Centurion heavy armor popped open one after another. Thick ceramic steel armor plates, anti-gravity chassis modules, and shoulder gun mounts smashed into the red soil, creating dull echoes.

Then they let go.

The powered warhammer landed.

The refractive force field shield collapsed.

The twin-mounted heavy plasma incinerator was thrown into the dust.

Six thousand naked behemoths, composed of mutated muscles, reinforced bones, a second heart, and a third lung, were exposed to the frigid air.

Beneath their skin, the veins bulged like tree roots.

Lawson looked down at Angron, who was pinned to the void.

"To see him off on his final journey."

Six thousand bear guards marched forward.

The sound of footsteps shook the earth.

They made no roars, no war cries, no superfluous movements; they surged towards the Khorne Primal in mid-air like a black tide of flesh and blood.

The first group of bear guards bent their knees and jumped.

The five-ton body, propelled by its enhanced muscles, leaped into the air like a black waterfall flowing upstream.

They stretched out their thick arms, strong enough to tear apart the hydraulic rods of the mech, and grabbed Angron's right biceps tightly.

Angron felt the weight.

He tried to swing his arms.

The black hole's pull made it impossible for him to exert any force.

The second and third batches of Xiong Wei arrived one after another.

They resembled countless black ants, clinging to the giant beast's body.

Ten bear guards pounced on the mangled fleshy wings.

Dozens of bear guards grabbed his thigh joints.

Hundreds of bear guards tightened their ribcage around the waist.

More bear guards climbed up Anglong's body, precisely locating muscle attachment points, joint gaps, spinal connections, and the lower edge of the scapula.

Six thousand brains received the same command to exert force.

pull.

All that could be heard from the sky was the sound of flesh being torn apart.

That was the roar of muscle fibers being forcibly torn apart.

It was the crackling sound of a demon's bones shattering under the pull of an opposing creature.

tear...

Angron's mutated fleshy wing on the right side was torn off from his back along with a large chunk of flesh from his shoulder blade by the combined force of fifty bear guards.

Next was the left arm.

One hundred bear guards were suspended at the left shoulder joint, and the ligaments of the shoulder joint were torn apart by the reverse pull of the black hole.

The thick arm that had once held the spinebreaker detached from the torso with a sickening twisting sound.

Angron roared silently.

The head was enveloped in a black hole, so even a roar could not escape.

The fifty-meter-tall Supreme Chosen of Khorne encountered the most primitive and brutal disintegration in this void execution ground where there was no sky, no earth, and no ordinary iron.

He did not die from the bombardment of the light spear.

They did not die in the artifacts of the same level Primarch.

He did not die in the trial of the Imperial Relics.

He was torn to shreds by a group of nameless, unarmed mortals in the most savage way.

Large pieces of internal organs fell from a great height.

Dark red demon blood sprayed out like a torrential downpour.

But not a single drop fell on the land of Agrippina.

The black hole net that Lawson had pre-set below instantly opened.

Remains.

Internal organs.

Bone fragments.

blood.

Even a single drop of demonic blood, tainted by chaos and corruption, is mercilessly swallowed by the black hole upon contact with the ground.

Not a single demon bone was left on the battlefield.

Not a single drop of demon blood was left behind.

Even Khorne's fury was completely wiped out from the physical constants of this region.

As the last piece of Angron's body was torn apart and swallowed, the five miniature black holes in mid-air completed their mission and quietly closed under Lawson's command.

Gravity has returned to normal.

Six thousand bear guards landed with a thud.

They were shirtless, their bodies covered in the blackish-red steam left by the demon's blood mist, but none of them looked up to claim credit.

The Rosen hovered high in the air.

The imperial golden fire slowly extinguished at his fingertips, leaving only a wisp of golden flame swirling around his finger bones.

He looked down at the empty battlefield.

There once lived a Primarch there.

Now, there's nothing.

Lawson said softly:

"Clear the area."

The six thousand bear guards turned around and walked back to the heavy armor and weapons they had abandoned.

In the distance, the suicide squad's defensive line advanced silently.

On Agrippina's red plains, only the clicking sound of armor closing again and the dust being pressed back to the ground by the laws of physics remained.

Lawson looked up at the sky.

The crimson clouds that had previously enveloped Agrippina had been completely torn away by the Imperial Flame and the psychic silence field.

However, the coordinates at which Angron was erased did not immediately return to calm.

It's like something that shouldn't have been dug away is missing.

Air collapse.

Light is deflected.

The edges of the space torn open by the blood sacrifice are contracting inward at a rate that is difficult to perceive with the naked eye.

Then, the clouds gathered again.

This time, they no longer appeared as a chaotic scarlet, nor as the rotten yellow-green of the Negrito cloud, but rather as a layer of low clouds that were almost lead gray.

The rain started to fall.

Drizzling.

Black raindrops pelted the red plains, splashing up tiny metallic dust.

That was not ordinary water vapor, but rather condensate produced when the real universe filled huge information gaps, and physical remnants that were compressed, repelled, and then settled.

Lawson hovered in the rain, his gaze fixed on the air.

That place was the rift through which Angron forcibly descended into the mortal world.

That scarlet wound, torn open by the blood and despair of millions of lives, originally stretched across the sky like a giant vertical pupil embedded in reality.

It is closing right now.