Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The people inside can't get out.

People from outside can't get in.

However, just as the Geller force field was calibrated to the seventy-second mark, a violent subspace tidal oscillation came from the outer edge of the vortex.

The first marker for the Candle Dragon node.

The high-speed fleet is returning.

[Identification: Red Pirates concealed cruiser group.]

Objective: Destroy the Ghost's core anchorage.

T-001's voice echoed in the swarm's mind.

"Boss, Huron is back."

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Chapter 188 What? Your ship? This is my ship!

Lawson glanced at the countdown on the console.

"Faster than expected."

T-001 reported the data link tracking results: "The decoy in the direction of the broken-loop space station has been triggered. After Huron discovered anomalies in the cargo's meeting with the three captains, it aborted the probe and returned directly."

Lawson let out a cold laugh.

"Old fox."

Huron truly deserves the title of Lord of the Red Pirates.

He arrived at the Broken Ring Space Station.

I spotted the heavy transport ship, the Merciful Saint.

They spotted Irontooth Hall, Grayhook Malos, and One-Eyed Savik, the three strongest captains.

They also saw the enormous cargo that would have caused any space pirate to immediately draw their guns and engage in a firefight.

The three captains did indeed hold meetings behind his back.

They did indeed want to take that shipment.

Every element of the scheme orchestrated by Lawson is realistic.

He simply threw a piece of bloody fat into the cage and let the hungry wolves devour it.

According to the survival rules of the Great Vortex, Huron must stay there to kill and establish his authority, to take inventory of the goods, and to redistribute the power map.

But after Huron swung Tyrant's Claw and beheaded Ironjaw Hall, he immediately realized that there was a break in the underlying logic of the situation.

The intelligence chain is too complete.

The three captains, who were usually wary of each other, were all too easily pushed to the same physical coordinates this time.

Such a coincidence does not exist in subspace.

Huron immediately ordered the entire fleet to return to port.

He abandoned the pursuit of the remaining two captains and did not even hand over the priceless cargo.

For a pirate king who rose to power through plunder, this went against his instinct for greed.

But Huron was willing to lose that fortune to get back to the Ghost of Destruction as quickly as possible. He could distinguish between bait and the real foundation.

But he was too late.

The core anchorage of the vortex.

Three stealth-class cruisers tore through reality from the edge of a subspace storm, followed by six fast attack frigates whose plasma engines trailed overloaded exhaust flames.

Huron stood on the command platform of the temporary flagship.

At the edge of his vision, the Ghost of Destruction hovered in the center of the core anchorage.

Its multi-layered void shields have all been raised.

The physical gate of the external berth is closed.

The Red Pirates' array identification signal was intermittent, and then disappeared completely.

Several escort ships that tried to approach to inquire about the situation were reduced to wreckage, with metal fragments burning and tumbling in the void.

Huron's facial muscles tensed, and the servo motors of his prosthetic body emitted a piercing grinding sound.

"Access to flagship."

The communications officer stared at the screen, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Overlord, the Destroyer Ghost refuses to be identified."

Huron stepped down from the command seat and issued the order menacingly: "Use my highest privileges. Tyrant-level overwrite code."

The communications officer slammed his hands on the keyboard.

"We've already tried."

"result."

"Permissions have been stripped."

Permissions have been stripped.

The words echoed over the bridge, their deterrent effect far exceeding that of "the flagship is under attack."

If attacked, the Red Pirates can organize a counterattack.

In the event of a rebellion, the Red Pirates can carry out a bloody crackdown.

The fact that the permissions were stripped away means that the core soul of the Destroyer Ghost no longer recognizes Huron's identity.

Logically speaking, this ship has changed hands!

Huron slowly turned his head, his gaze locking onto the communications officer.

The communications officer's knees buckled, and he almost collapsed onto the deck.

"Overlord, the data I reported is confirmed to be correct. Your flagship's main identification chain has been overwritten by an external protocol, the machine soul's response is in an abnormal state, the bridge bio-password is invalid, and the external berth refuses to execute the opening command."

The next second, Huron extended his Tyrant's Claw, grabbed the communications officer's skull, and slammed his upper body into the brass control panel.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

Blood and metal fragments splattered on the control panel, triggering a series of short-circuit sparks.

"Take it again." Huron pulled out the iron claw and shook off the brain matter.

Another communications officer immediately rushed to the blood-soaked control panel, his hands trembling as he cleared away the remains of his predecessor and forcibly connected to the backup frequency band link.

"Destroyer Ghost".

"This is Huron."

"Open the berth."

The speaker only emits white noise from subspace background radiation.

Huron strode to the communications station and personally placed his palm on the biometric panel of the transmission port.

"Open the berth. This is the last warning."

There was still no disturbance within the frequency band.

Moments later, the Ghost of Destruction's full-band communication array lit up on its own.

Lawson's voice, tinged with amusement, echoed across the bridge of the makeshift flagship from the loudspeakers.

Huron.

"came back?"

Huron's iron claws tightened suddenly, twisting and deforming the entire brass communication station under his finger bones, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound.

"Losen?"

The space pirate's roar exploded inside the bridge, causing the nearby servo skull to malfunction instantly.

"You're on my ship!"

Lawson's voice came through the interstellar frequency band, correcting him very seriously.

"What you call the past is now my ship."

Huron's remaining eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils reflected the colossal, ten-kilometer-long ship in the distance.

"Open the berth."

“It won’t open,” Lawson replied with a smile. “The security system on this ship is very well designed. Thank you, I’m very satisfied.”

Huron stared intently at the Ghost of Destruction.

That was his flagship.

His throne.

His mobile treasure trove.

He is a symbol of power who issues orders in the vortex.

This colossal ship, spanning ten kilometers in length, carried the core resources he had accumulated through countless wars, betrayals, and plunder. Gene seeds, plundered fragments of the ancient STC, and forbidden creations of the Dark Mechanicus were all hidden deep within the thick armored bulkheads.

Even more fatal was his authority as the Pirate King.

The Red Pirates are an organization built on absolute violence and fear.

Now, Lawson stood in his throne room.

Huron, on the other hand, was locked out.

Huron's mind was racing. He understood Lawson's strategic intentions.

Seize the ship.

Activate the subspace engine.