Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Mortarian sneered.

"Today's subspace currents are not suitable for long-distance voyages."

The officer did not speak.

Everyone knows that this is just an excuse.

Mortarian swung his giant scythe, pointing it at another region of stars on the star map.

"Typhons left behind a lot of messes."

"Death Guard needs to be reformed."

"The fleet also needs maintenance."

The officer asked in a low voice, "And Agrippina..."

"Take your time searching."

Mortarian turned around.

"The coordinates may be incorrect."

No one on the bridge objected.

The Primarch did not refuse the Father's command.

He was just lost.

The Death Guard is adept at waiting in long wars. Especially when waiting can ensure Typhon's name is completely forgotten, Mortalian doesn't mind letting Khorne crash into Lawson's iron wall first.

Crystal Maze.

The threads of fate intersect among countless mirrors.

The Weaver stared at one of the broken threads.

That thread once connected to Anglon.

Now, its end was swallowed by some kind of black structure, leaving not even an echo.

The two bird heads started arguing.

The head on the left whispers:

“Capture Lawson. Dissect him. Study that black hole. If you can master this power, destiny itself will be rewritten.”

The hair on the right side screamed:

“Anglon died there! Typhons died there too! We’re going now to deliver materials to him!”

"Knowledge is worth the risk."

"You can only acquire knowledge if you are alive."

"The Thousand Sons Legion can test the waters first."

"The Thousand Sons Legion can also retreat first."

Both heads looked into the deeper area at the same time.

A soft laugh came from deep within the maze.

A moment later, the threads of fate rearranged.

Some of the Thousand Sons Legion's warships received orders to retreat.

It's not about abandoning Agrippina.

Rather, it is observation.

Tzeentch dislikes losing deals. The secrets of Lawson are enough to pique the interest of the Master of Change, but not enough to warrant a personal bet while Khorne is insane.

Let the Blood God's legion crash into it first; we'll get more data that way.

The music never stopped within Slaanesh's domain.

After listening to the broadcast, a noisy Marin lord removed the sonic tube from his throat and looked disappointed.

"Crush their heads?"

He shook his head.

"Too straightforward."

Another great demon stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked a musical instrument made of living skin.

"It lacks depth. It lacks buildup. The soul doesn't repeatedly oscillate between hope and despair."

"Losen is just a butcher."

"Even a butcher has his value."

Lord Noise Marin said, "But all that's left of Agrippina is cannon fire, steel, and the roar of Khorne. It's not a feast, it's just a factory accident."

They quickly lost interest.

Slaanesh's fleet changed course and headed toward another imperial world with artistic relics, noble academies, and billions of commoners.

That place is more suitable for performances.

The Soul of Vengeance.

Black Legion flagship.

Abaddon stood in front of the holographic star map and listened silently to the entire broadcast.

No one spoke on the bridge.

The complete annihilation of Angron is enough to make any Chaos Lord lose his composure.

But Abaddon did not.

He stared at Agrippina's location on the star map, watching the chaotic points of light that had been converging there begin to dissipate, leaving only a thick, blood-red torrent still approaching.

Kharyeno will go.

This is as expected.

Abaddon said, "I was right not to turn to Agrippina."

A Black Legion officer whispered:

“War Master, if Lawson can truly eliminate the Demon Primarch, his threat will continue to grow.”

"Therefore, we must not follow his pace."

Abaddon raised his hand and pointed to the Nakmond Corridor.

"Agrippina is a trap."

"An anvil placed before all the Chaos Legions."

"Lossen has prepared turrets, fleets, supplies, assassins, and the power to intercept the essence of demons there."

He turned to look at the officer.

"Whoever goes in will be drained dry by him."

The officer understood.

"Let Khorne go?"

"Khorne will definitely go."

Abaddon stared at the blood-red torrent with a cold gaze.

"When a mad dog bites a metal plate, the metal plate will also be bitten and chipped. We don't need to feel sorry for the Blood God."

He looked at Nakmonde again.

"Cardia is broken."

"The dark side of the empire must be trapped."

"Main force, maintain course and continue to suppress the Blood Angels and Nachmond Corridor. Ignore Lawson's broadcast."

“Record the battle situation of Agrippina.”

"If Lawson survives, we'll reassess."

The dark side of the empire, a hidden fortress.

A secret hearing is underway at the Blackstone table, targeting Lawson.

Grand Inquisitor Valerius sat in the main seat.

The desktop was piled high with Lawson's files.

Unauthorized expansion of the Astartes' size.

He privately executed Agrippina and cast a general.

Modify powered armor using alien technology.

The green-skinned livestock farm produces rations.

While humiliating multiple Chaos Legions on galactic broadcasts, he also inadvertently desecrated Imperial official documents.

Using "copyright disputes" to make fun of the Book of Words.

The case file is very thick.

It was thick enough to burn any ordinary imperial governor to death ten times over.

A Puritan judge stood before the long table, his face flushed.

"My lord, Lawson's behavior has crossed the line."

"He is not just overstepping his authority, nor is he merely a technological heretic."

"He is building an independence war system that bypasses Terra, bypasses the Inquisition, and bypasses the Mechanicus."

As he spoke, he slammed his fist on the table.

“If we don’t act now, no one will be able to check him in the future.”

Valerius did not answer immediately.