Warhammer: Empire Reboot

It was like an iron hand, twisting the ears of the entire empire's dark side toward Agrippina.

The countdown on the broadcast has ended.

The static noise completely overwhelmed the background noise of all channels.

Upon hearing the familiar sound of electricity entering the system, all factions knew that warlord Lawson was about to speak again.

The news that the Agrippina sector had been invaded by the Khorne army had already spread.

The Chaos Warband, the Rebel Warband, the Dark Mechanicus, the Red Pirates branch, and the Hyenas on the Edge of the Eye of Fear all knew that this war had broken out.

However, few people know the outcome of the war.

Khorne's direct descendants knew.

The cunning one knew.

The other side could also glean some clues from the echoes of the fall of the Great Impure One.

The remaining forces mostly received only reports of chaotic battles.

There are too many fragmented messages, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Especially in the dark side of the empire, communication itself is a luxury.

Many chapters, Astralis, Hive Governors, and Frontier Outposts can only be pieced together from refugee ships, abandoned relay stations, and maddened Astralis.

Then, Lawson's voice rang out.

"I bet a lot of people are surprised to hear my voice, right?"

After this statement was spread, many places fell into a brief silence.

On a wrecked pirate ship, the pirate leader's face darkened.

In an underground refuge of the state religion, the high priest gripped the double-headed eagle on his chest.

A communications officer from a remnant of the Astronomical Army suddenly looked up, his eyes shining.

Lawson continued:

"I've disappointed you scum."

"In the end, I won the great battle between Lao Tzu and the army of Khorne."

"The ones who were beaten so badly they were running away in terror were Khorne's warp demons."

"I didn't expect that either."

"These warp debris are actually so weak."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The next moment, Lawson's loud laughter spread across all channels.

Arrogant, presumptuous, and unreasonable.

It's more like a warlord who has just stepped out of the battlefield, trampling over corpses, wiping the blood off his knife, and grinning at the dark side of the entire galaxy.

Inside the flagship where Chaos Warmaster Abaddon resides.

Abaddon stood in front of the tactical table, listening to Lawson's laughter, his brow furrowed.

Beside him, a Black Legion officer whispered, "Commander, intelligence from Agrippina's side has confirmed some of the rumors. The Khorne army has indeed suffered heavy losses. The Red Pirates' branch fleet has lost contact. One of the Iron Warrior's heavy cruisers has also gone missing."

Abaddon certainly wouldn't be so provoked as to lose his judgment.

This warlord named Lawson was more troublesome than expected.

Abaddon listened to the laughter, but a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"The arrogant will always step out of their own fortress."

The officer bowed his head: "Should we mobilize the fleet?"

Abaddon raised his hand to stop him.

Not now.

He looked at Agrippina's location on the star map.

"He has industry, defenses, a fleet, and that strange communication and jump system in Agrippina. It's the meat grinder he's chosen. Pushing the legions in will only sharpen his knives."

The officer understood.

"Wait for him to leave."

Abaddon said, “If he dares to come to me, I will let him know that defeating an army of Khorne and facing the King of the Long War are two different things.”

On the other hand, many rebel groups reacted more directly.

On a few ships belonging to the remnants of the Red Pirates.

They silently closed the tactical conference room and re-examined the evacuation route.

The Battle of Agrippina caused them heavy losses.

Lawson's laughter annoyed them, but it also made them wary.

After listening to the broadcast, an old pirate captain turned to his first mate and said, "Stay away from the Agrippina route from now on."

The adjutant asked, "What if Lord Huron gives the order?"

The old captain glanced at him.

"We'll talk about that later. Giving orders is one thing, arriving alive is another."

The courtroom's reaction was more complex.

Inside a gray trial ship, several judges sat around a long table.

Lawson's laughter echoed through the communicator.

No one laughed.

A young judge looked grim: "His behavior is getting increasingly out of line. He's broadcasting across all frequency bands without authorization from the Ministry of the Interior, the Navy, the Court of Justice, or the Court of Astronomy, openly provoking multiple Chaos forces, and even claiming he will take the initiative to attack."

The older judge crossed his arms and looked at the records on the table.

The record contained a line of text.

Grand Inquisitor Roderick's conclusion: This person carries the aura of the Golden Throne, and is suspected of having the Emperor's direct tacit approval. Conventional investigation methods have failed. Theoretically, the authority to dispose of him rests solely with the Emperor.

The young judge had naturally also seen this conclusion.

It was precisely because he had seen it that he became even more agitated.

"Are we just going to let him expand military power like this?"

The older judge looked up.

"What are you planning to do? Send a fleet to Agrippina to try him? And then get pinned down on the deck by his battle group?"

The young judge remained silent.

The senior judge said, "The court hates things that get out of control, but it hates failure even more. Roderick has proven that the path of direct suppression is not viable."

Another judge spoke up: "Surveillance?"

"of course."

"For now, we'll list him as the Empire's most valuable strategic asset in the dark side, and also as a high-risk monitoring target. As long as he continues to kill Chaos and save the Empire's world, let him kill."

The young judge whispered, "What if he changes his mind one day?"

The older judge looked at him.

"Then let's pray that the Emperor is still watching."

When Dante, the regent of the dark side, heard Lawson's voice from the direction of Baal, he finally showed a slight smile.

He's too old.

In many old age, victory is like a delayed pronunciation of another word.

Kolosen's voice came from Agrippina, still wildly shrill, still like an unreasonable knife.

This shows that he pulled through.

"The Lawson brothers really pulled through."

Seth stood to the side, holding the chainsaw sword, his smile even more direct.

"The Lord of the Seal has won; many bastards must be losing sleep."

The reactions from various fronts on the dark side of the empire were more direct than those from the higher-ups.

Inside a besieged frontline fortress, Astragalus soldiers leaned against sandbags, their bodies covered in dust and blood.

They have been holding off the mutant army for three consecutive days, with ammunition being distributed one bullet at a time, and only two heavy artillery pieces remaining.

Suddenly, Lawson's voice came through the communications tower.

At first, the soldiers thought it was another chaotic broadcast.

Until they heard "I won".

Some people on the position were stunned at first.

Then a young lieutenant stood up and shouted, "Agrippina has won!"

The veteran next to him shoved him back into cover and yelled, "If you want to get shot, keep standing there shouting!"

The news spread quickly.

"The Lord Seal Master has won!"

"Khorne has been driven back!"

"Support is coming!"

Many of these soldiers had never seen Lawson before.

But they had received his ammunition.

They once opened the door and delivered three boxes of heavy explosives when the enemy broke through the defense line.

One night, the suicide squad's communications officer helped them get back in touch with their superior, whom they had lost contact with for three months.