Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Savik suddenly looked at the projection of the governor's mansion.

Melchior, projected onto the screen, had clearly received the message as well, his expression losing its composure for the first time.

The next second, dozens of burning trails fell from the sky, trailing dark red flames, passing through the upper fog of the nest city, and crashing towards the area around the Ninth Distribution Square.

The civil defense troops looked up in alarm.

The Red Pirate Astartes reacted immediately.

"Anti-aircraft guns! Fire!"

There was no gunfire.

The anti-aircraft towers around the square, which were originally under the control of the governor's mansion, all fell silent. Then, the cannons slowly turned and aimed at the armored transport vehicles of the Red Pirates parked on the perimeter.

Savic roared, "Melchio!"

The governor's projection has disappeared.

The first airdrop capsule crashed into the block on the east side of the square.

boom!

The shockwave overturned two armored vehicles, and blackish-gray smoke billowed along the street.

An Astartes emerged.

Dark iron-colored power armor.

He had a restraint lock, a stun grenade, and a short-handled power axe hanging from his waist.

His helmet visor was long and narrow, like the iron face of a judge without expression.

Subsequently, more dark iron-colored warriors emerged from the drop pods.

Some members of the Civil Defence Force fired shots.

The leading Bixie warrior raised his hand.

“Those who have laid down their weapons should kneel down, put their hands behind their heads, and await investigation.”

"Anyone who continues to fire upon the people of the Empire shall be executed on the spot."

A civil defense commander roared, "They're the rebels! Open fire!"

The next second, a precise explosive shell pierced through his helmet.

His body fell backward.

The surrounding civil defense personnel were stunned.

Several Red Pirates Astartes leaped down from the high platform, attempting to break through the Bi'an shield array and retreat towards the elevator shaft.

The response from the Bi'an Battle Group was very concise.

Two stun grenades detonated first.

The intense light and shockwave suppressed the Red Pirates' first move.

Immediately afterwards, the short-handled power axe cut in.

The axe blade severed the knee joint, the restraint lock entangled the power claw, and the explosive gun precisely finished off the helmet goggles.

The Red Pirates excel at boarding, chaotic battles, and creating chaos amidst slaves and flames.

But the Bi'an battle group didn't give them any space to create chaos.

They divided the battlefield into evidence zones, civilian zones, hostile armed zones, and zones awaiting investigation.

The second trial airdrop pod landed in the center of the square.

A tall figure stepped out of the cabin.

Chapter 44: Judgment of a Case.

His power armor was thicker and heavier than that of ordinary Bixie warriors, with intricate judicial scriptures engraved on its dark iron surface.

He walked through the crowd.

The civilians instinctively stepped back, but quickly realized that the dark iron-colored giants were not pointing their guns at them.

The prison guard stopped in front of Leah.

The Red Pirate overseer was still clutching his toolkit, his other hand reaching for his gun.

A Bixie warrior approached from the side, severing the hunter's wrist with his power axe, then cleaving open the chest armor with a second strike, and finally pinning and locking the hunter down with a third.

Tom cried out from the gap in his toolbox.

Leah knelt on the ground, her face covered in tears and ash.

Duan Yu bent down and picked up the bent piece of metal.

The edge of the metal plate scraped against his armored glove, making a soft rubbing sound.

The Empire has not forgotten you.

Three days ago, the Governor's Office listed this statement as a rumor.

Three days later, the Bi'an battle group descended on the tracks amidst the flames.

Duan Yu handed the metal piece back to Lia.

Leah looked up.

She couldn't see his eyes.

Duan Yu turned around and looked at the still flickering projection of the Governor's Mansion at the end of the square.

"This is not a rumor."

The short-handled power axe was activated in his hand, and an electric arc roared into the sky.

"The Bi'an Battle Group has arrived on the orders of the Seal Master."

"All those involved in the trafficking of Imperial citizens by Albitl-III shall immediately enter into trial proceedings."

Many people in the square were still in shock.

Some people are still kneeling.

Someone was holding a child and trembling.

Some people looked at those dark iron-colored warriors as if they were seeing legendary angels who had arrived late.

Inside the governor's mansion at the top of the tower, Melchior stared intently at the out-of-control star map.

The seventh to twelfth gun emplacements of the orbital defense network have turned gray.

The Ministry of Justice's old channel is back online.

An evidence database number that should have died three years ago is now being publicly broadcast to the entire planet of his records of murdering the Department of Justice, transferring control of the defense network, and trading people with the Red Pirates.

Savik's Red Corsair transport ship was pinned to the ground by boarding torpedoes in orbit.

The elevator shaft has stopped.

The warehouse was sealed off.

The square has fallen.

Melchior was pale.

The military advisor asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, should we activate the evacuation route at the top of the tower?"

Melchior did not answer.

Because he saw on the surveillance footage outside the Governor's Mansion that a dark iron-colored airborne pod was passing through the blind spots of the anti-aircraft fire and crashing straight into the courtroom at the top of the tower.

In the Ninth Allocation Square, Duan Yu raised his head.

"Trial begins!"

P.S.: Guys, I'm not back yet. I'll update 1.4 words today, and finish the rest when I get back from the holiday.

Chapter 181 The terrifying resources that 318 planets brought to Lawson!!!

The Bi'an Battle Group dealt with the resistance of Albit-3 in just half an hour.

The gunfire in the Ninth Distribution Square was the first to cease.

Some members of the civil defense force knelt down quickly. They dropped their guns at their feet, buried their heads in their hands, pressed their faces against the blood-soaked ground, and kept repeating that they were just following orders.

When the Empire was out of contact, they were the fiercest wolves, but when the Empire's angel of death truly descended, they immediately turned into dogs with their tails between their legs.

Even the fiercest wild dogs wouldn't dare bare their teeth at the Empire's Angel of Death.

A tall, dark iron-colored figure moved through the crowd, first cutting open the slave collars left by the Red Pirates, then separating the governor's officers from the Red Pirates' supervisors.

The riot control turrets at the four corners of the square were re-locked, and the gun barrels were moved away from the heads of civilians and turned towards the armored vehicles that had not yet been disarmed.

Chapter 44, "The Judgment of the Prison," stands in the square, stimulating everyone's visual senses.

Lia clutched the toolbox, from which came the suppressed sobs of her younger brother, Tom. She remained kneeling on the ground, gripping the metal plate, as if letting go would once again bury the words, "The Empire has not forgotten you," deep in the mud.

"Civilians were evacuated from the east side of the square."

"On the west side, the wounded are concentrated."

"On the north side, prisoners are kneeling in rows."

"Red pirate units, eliminate them one by one."

The Bixie warriors began to disperse the crowd.

Two teams of soldiers raised their shields and cut through the passage, while a third team turned on their stun lights, using cold white beams to mark the safe direction.

"Those with children, please go to the left."

"The injured should remain where they are; someone will take care of them."

"Those carrying tools, identification tags, and work tickets must not discard them. Please re-register later."

"Those who pick up weapons are considered enemies."