Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"The left wing is still edible."

Lawson hovered high in the sky, manipulating one hundred and eight golden flame shadow wheels.

The Golden Flame Shadow Wheel, covering a 200-kilometer war zone, would be enough to drive most commanders mad. But in this war, 200 kilometers was merely a section below the rift.

The wounds torn open by Khorne stretch for thousands of kilometers, and demons fall from every place.

Lawson had to switch back and forth between several high-value areas.

The shadow wheel sliced ​​open the wing root of the bloodthirsty demon.

The brass scorpion from the other direction climbed onto the furnace dam.

The shadow wheel turned to crush the cannon muzzle of the brass scorpion, and a third group of skull cannons appeared.

Khorne used the most rudimentary method to force Lawson to make constant choices.

Day 11, Hour 6.

Outside the orbit of Agrippina's primary star, subspace fluctuations surged again.

This time, the entire dark side of the empire detected this tide.

The flagship of the Holy Blood Angels, the Pride of Baal.

Dante stood before the star chart, silently watching the subspace readings in the direction of Agrippina.

On the star map, Agrippina is no longer an ordinary red dot. It resembles a furnace shrouded in a blood-red mist, with all surrounding routes marked "extremely dangerous."

"My lord, the blood god fluctuations in the direction of Agrippina are still increasing."

Dante did not turn back.

"Where is Lawson's signal?"

"It still exists."

"Communication delay?"

"none."

Dante nodded slightly.

This is more important than any victory declaration.

As long as Lawson's communications with his assassins haven't been cut off, it means Agrippina hasn't been submerged yet.

Seth stood to the side, his chainsaw sword stuck in the floor.

"Eleven days."

He grinned.

"If it were the Flesh Tearer, I should have led my men into the rift and hacked them to death on the fourth day."

Dante glanced at him.

"So you're not Lawson."

Seth wasn't angry.

"He's crazier than me."

Do you think he can hold on?

Dante remained silent for a moment.

"I do not know."

The ordinary officers on the bridge were all tense.

"All I know is that if Agrippina collapses, the blood tide of Khorne will spread from there to the entire Dark Side."

Seth stopped smiling.

"Should we go back to provide support?"

Dante shook his head.

"It's too late, and it's not possible."

He pointed towards the Nakmond Corridor.

“Abaddon hasn’t been lured away. The Black Legion is still pressing here. If Lawson has Khorne pinned to Agrippina, we must pin Nakmond down as well.”

Seth muttered a Baal curse under his breath.

"This battle was truly frustrating."

"War never guarantees a pleasant experience."

Dante, noticing the fluctuations in Agrippina's complexion, lowered his voice.

"Continue to send the remaining supplies."

"Even if it's only enough to last another hour, I'll still deliver it."

At the same time, the Soul of Vengeance.

Abaddon was also watching Agrippina.

The Black Legion's Thinker array detected a surge of Blood God energy. Agrippina's direction resembled a cracked skull, from which Khorne's fury erupted.

Inside the bridge, several Chaos Lords awaited the War Commander's judgment.

Some people think that Lawson won't be able to hold on.

No one can maintain a defensive line for long under such a torrent of terror.

Some people believe that since Lawson dared to broadcast provocations, he must have a backup plan.

After listening to the reports from all sides, Abaddon remained silent for a moment.

"Khorne has not won yet."

A Black Legion officer whispered:

"Commander, the number of demons that Blood God has deployed has exceeded our estimates by three times."

"This further illustrates the point."

Abaddon looked at the star map.

"If Agrippina were just an ordinary fortress, it would have crumbled within the first hour."

"Eleven days have passed, and Lawson is still killing."

He raised his hand and switched the star map to Nakmond Corridor.

"He did indeed hold off Khwarazm."

"This is troublesome."

The officer asked, "Should we adjust the plan?"

"Wait."

Abaddon's tone was cold and hard.

"Wait until Agrippina is crushed, or until Lawson reveals his true colors."

"We will not fill the hole for terrorism."

Inside the crystal labyrinth, the two heads of the Fate Weaver are also arguing.

“He will die,” one of the leaders said.

“No, he hasn’t revealed his hand yet,” the other leader said.

"Khorne's numbers are enough to cover the entire primary star."

"Losen's system is not as simple as a single main star."

"The Thousand Sons Legion can get closer for observation."

"Proximity is the key to finding a sample."

"We need samples."

“Terrorism is providing a sample.”

Both heads shut their mouths at the same time.

A new thread of fate has begun to twist.

Within that thread, Agrippina's crimson hue did not engulf the metallic superstar; instead, it was sliced ​​apart from within by some kind of silver light.

The Weaver of Fate stared at the light.

After a moment, it did not order the Thousand Sons to advance.

All observation arrays continued recording.

In the hidden fortress of the court, Valerius also received news of Agrippina's battle situation.

The Grand Judge sat behind his desk, reviewing the data.

Eleven days?

The adjutant replied:

“Yes, sir. The Khorne demons are still descending. Lawson’s communications network remains intact, and the Agrippina orbital firepower is still operational.”

Valerius put down the report.

"very good."

The adjutant was somewhat surprised.

"Sir, do you think Lawson can win?"

"I do not know."

Valerius looked out the window at the dark starry sky.

"But I know that Khorne doesn't have time for us right now."

He pushed another document to his adjutant.