Warhammer: Empire Reboot

at the same time.

Agrippina, the main star, is a red plain.

The black rain is still falling.

Rain washed over the ravaged metal landscape, carrying coagulated blood clots, mutated debris, and shattered armor deep into the fissures in the earth.

Lawson floats in mid-air.

He had just sealed Angron's pure white "empathy" soul fragment into the stasis field when the highest level tactical alarm lit up in the swarm network.

[Warning: A large-scale mass effect anomaly has appeared at the Mandeville point.]

[Confirmed: A massive fleet is forcibly leaving the warp.]

[Visual scan complete: Fleet size exceeds one hundred ships.]

Main warship types: Heavy cruisers, Plague carriers, and Corruption transport ships.

The ship's surface was covered with a high concentration of decaying organic matter, fungal spores, and subspace pus.

[Legion identification confirmed: Death Guard, Fourteenth Legion.]

[Flagship identification confirmed: The End.]

[High-value target locked: Nurgle's Chosen, Death Guard First Company Commander, Typhons.]

Lawson raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Typhons?"

Of course he knew the name.

If we were to choose the absolute best in the Warhammer universe, Typhon would undoubtedly be on the list.

This person has a highly ironic nickname.

The most filial son in Warhammer.

During the Great Rebellion, Typhons, as the chief strategist of the Fourteenth Legion, orchestrated the entire Deathguard's predicament.

He killed the fleet navigator and led the entire Legion fleet, including Primarch Mortalian, into the dead zone of the warp.

There is no exit there.

All headings have been lost.

The plague and torment that Nurgle himself prepared, like a wet, rotten net, covered the entire fleet.

In the end, Mortarion was forced to kneel before the god of plague in order to end his offspring's endless suffering.

In other words, Typhon personally sold his genetic father and his entire legion to the evil god.

And he never felt guilty.

On the contrary, he regarded it as an honor.

What's even more interesting is that although Mortarion became the Primarch, he was forced to submit.

He always hated himself for bowing down to Nurgle, and often outwardly complied with but inwardly defied Nurgle's doctrines.

Nurgle naturally disliked this Primarch who was "forced to work".

Tefons is different.

He volunteered to defect, was extremely fanatical, and was also highly capable in his work.

He transformed his physical body into a living shrine to house Nurgle's ultimate creation, the "Destroyer Swarm," and even frequently bypassed Mortalian to receive Nurgle oracles directly.

In the Chaos Legion, which emphasizes genetic hierarchy and absolute obedience, this is equivalent to an employee reporting to a higher level and simultaneously undermining the chairman's authority.

Therefore, the nickname "Nurgle's favorite son" is by no means unfounded.

Lawson chuckled softly.

"So it was this fly."

He looked up at the starry sky.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Agrippina's primary star is in a high orbit.

The plague flagship "End" slowly emerged from the shadows of the warp, resembling a rotting corpse floating in space.

Its hull was covered with a thick biofilm of pus, and yellowish-green mucus seeped from the cracks in the armor. On both sides of the hull, turrets protruded from the tumor-like outer shell like rotting bone spurs.

Typhons stood in the center of the bridge.

He was clad in a giant Terminator armor, from which flies and maggots the size of fingers crawled out. The swarms of insects didn't fly around randomly, but instead gathered into a layer of low, buzzing black mist around him.

He looked down at the metallic planet below through the corrupted bird divination instrument.

Agrippina's atmosphere was eerily clean.

The blood-red clouds have dissipated.

The shadow of subspace has been swept away.

Common psionic contamination is like having a layer of skin scraped off by some cold, hard force.

All that remains are physical constants that are so stable they are almost blinding.

The oracle captured massive cracks in the Earth's surface, a cooled blood lake, and several coordinates where ultra-high-energy gravitational collapses had just occurred.

"Disorder of spatial curvature".

The corrupted mechanical priest's electronic voice came from the side, mixed with the wet, bubbly sound of his throat.

“Some kind of enormous mass… has just been erased.”

Typhons did not respond immediately.

He did not know that Angron was dead.

He had just jumped out of the warp, and the message hadn't even reached the End before it was delivered.

From his perspective, the planet had just experienced an extremely intense battle.

Logically, Teufons should have arrived in Agrippina long ago.

After Lawson's broadcast mocking the entire galaxy, Nurgle immediately issued a divine decree: cease the engagement with the Ultramarines in the Alteramar Sector, and immediately lead the main force of the First Company to the Dark Side of the Empire to capture Lawson alive.

A loving father needs this mortal.

He needs to be taken back to the Plague Garden and cultivated into a new fungal culture medium that can forever provide pain, despair, and abnormal vitality.

Typhons carried out the order without hesitation.

However, en route, his fleet collided with a lost orc Waaagh fleet.

The Greenskins don't care whether the enemy is alive, dead, or rotting dead.

As soon as it sees anything moving, it will yell and ram the boat into it.

Typhons was forced to entangle himself with that group of mindless war fungi in the gap between the warp and the physical universe for more than a month.

He used plague to corrode the orcs' ancient colossi and had the swarms of destruction bees devour several orc ships before finally getting rid of them.

Therefore, the Death Guard arrived late, after the pirates, the Thousand Sons, and the remnants of the World Eaters had been cleared out by Lawson.

"Alright."

Typhons looked at Agrippina on the holographic star map.

"With all the other useless people dead, it's good that we don't have to share the credit."

His voice was low and deep, like a rotting coffin lid being dragged across the ground.

"The fact that this mortal named Lawson has survived to this day proves that he is indeed valuable."

He raised his sickle, slamming the handle heavily onto the bridge floor.

“A loving father would like this material.”

According to the Deathguard's standard tactics, the best course of action against a heavily fortified Forgeworld is never to send Space Marines down to fight a bunker-wrecking battle.

Typhon's standard process is simple and efficient.

The fleet stopped at a safe, distant orbit.

The heavy macro cannon fires plague warheads loaded with phage viruses, putrefactive smallpox, and nugget spores.

First, turn the entire planet's atmosphere into a yellow-green petri dish.

Months later, the defenders will rot from the disease, the civilians will mutate in despair, the factories will be swallowed by fungi, and the defenses will be covered in pustules.

Then the Death Guard will slowly land and receive a fully ripe plague fruit.

"Main gun array loading."

Typhons gave the order.

"Life Devourer Warhead Ready."

"Target: Equatorial fortifications and main air-raid shelters."

Just as the corrupted fire control priest was about to press the launch command, the air raid siren of the End suddenly emitted a piercing shriek.

On the bridge, dozens of biological screens lit up red simultaneously.

"grown ups!"

The fire control priest's robotic arm twitched.

"Orbital scan anomaly! The target planet's air defense array is not disabled; on the contrary, it is in a high-energy standby state!"

The star map in front of Typhons rapidly magnified.

On the surface of Agrippina, 120 air-raid shelters and hundreds of ground-to-rail electromagnetic railguns are raising their muzzles at the same time.

If it were the original system of the Mechanicus, they would compete for calibration rights, waiting for the priest's prayers, the machine spirit's response, and the data to be passed down layer by layer.

But now, all these redundant steps have been eliminated.

The muzzle turned cleanly and crisply.

The fire control data is synchronized as if the same hand is turning gears.