Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A wizard screamed, "Too much noise! ​​He's dirtied the trail!!"

Huron's approach was very straightforward.

Don't chase the fastest one.

Don't chase the brightest one.

Follow the one that seems least like a trap.

At the same time, he sent out the pirate group.

Let those greedy little boats try and fail.

The road where the most people die is eliminated.

Record whichever path you encounter with cloud impurities.

Any road that looks too clean is also excluded.

The real trail must have been hidden very plainly by Lawson.

After the order was given, the hunt finally became more organized.

Lawson, seeing the change in tracking mode behind him on the bridge of the Ghost of Destruction, nodded slightly.

"Huron is indeed a tough opponent."

"The most agonizing part is when you almost catch up."

"Hang them up..."

The Ghost of Destruction continued its journey.

Amidst the swirling storm, a chase ensues surrounding the Ghost of Destruction.

The Ghost of Destruction escaped in a way that Huron had envisioned.

If Lawson only wanted to bring the flagship back to Agrippina, he should have pushed the engines to their limits, burned out the secondary reactor, temporarily put aside all the risks of the Geller force field, and rushed out of the vortex's influence as quickly as possible.

The Ghost Ship is not destructible.

Like a wounded but undaunted behemoth, it maintained a perfect speed amidst the warp tides.

We couldn't turn around when we got close to Huron.

So slow that the pursuers could always see a trace of it.

Too far to reach.

So close, yet I can't bear to give it up.

This is the most agonizing distance.

Huron has already caught up with three standard days.

The vortex's storm was left behind, and warp light swirled around the fleet. The hunter fleet's formation was much tighter than before, and many impulsive small pirates had already perished in the false trails and storm reefs.

The rest are all ruthless, greedy, and more obedient desperados.

The Red Pirates' main force is located in the center.

The Dark Mechanicus navigation team was locked to the bridge.

The outer pirate ships dispersed into hundreds of probes, constantly trying and failing along the remnants of the subspace.

Huron sat on the command throne of the temporary flagship, his face grim.

The navigator knelt before the tactical platform, his eyes bloodshot.

"Overlord, the Ghost of Destruction has slowed down again."

Huron said coldly, "He's hanging me."

That's already quite obvious.

Lawson is maintaining distance.

Each time the main force of the Red Pirates gets close to the true contrail, the Destroyer Ghost releases a new cloud of impurities, deflecting it into a subspace tributary, causing the pursuers to recalibrate.

Each time Huron judged that the enemy had created distance, the Ghost of Destruction would leave a sufficiently clear echo at a certain detection edge.

Like prey.

It also acts like bait.

A Red Pirate officer whispered, "Overlord, if he's trying to lure us away from the whirlpool..."

Huron looked at him.

The officer immediately lowered his head.

But Huron did not kill him.

Because that statement hits the nail on the head.

Lawson is trying to lure them away from the vortex.

Huron knew.

But even knowing this doesn't stop him.

The Ghost of Destruction is ahead.

That was his flagship.

His treasure trove.

His throne.

His face.

Huron said coldly, "Keep chasing."

The officer immediately agreed.

…………

Destroy the bridge of the Ghost Ship.

T-001 reports: "Boss, the pursuers are still behind us. The main Red Pirate fleet is maintaining its distance. A large number of vassal pirate ships are still being decimated, and Huron is expected to continue the pursuit."

Lawson asked, "How long until the scheduled transit point?"

"Based on your revised route, approximately thirty-seven standard days."

Thirty-seven standard days.

Long enough.

It grew so long that Huron could no longer maintain absolute control over the core of the vortex.

Those small gangs that had been suppressed by high-pressure screening, heavy taxes, and purges within the larger vortex began to resurface.

The infiltrators planted by Lawson can operate even deeper.

"The vortex is empty now."

T-001 said, "Huron took away a significant portion of the Red Pirates' mobile forces. The Great Captain, vassal pirates, black market armed forces, and scavenging fleet also had a large number of units chasing into the subspace."

Lawson revealed a sinister smile.

"I'm not just going to steal his flagship."

"I also want to seize his family's assets."

The swarm intelligence concept was then activated.

One by one, the hidden nodes deep within the vortex were illuminated.

Lawson did not rush to launch the attack.

What needs to be done now is to deliver the knife to where it should be delivered.

The core area of ​​the Great Vortex, Rusty Star Wharf.

A small, infiltrated node posing as the tax clerk of the Red Pirates received instructions.

He secretly swapped several parking tax records.

A small pirate crew that had already paid its blood tax suddenly became "tax arrears" in the system.

A fleet of slave ships, guaranteed by a trusted confidant of the Red Pirates, was marked as "identity verification".

A batch of fuel rods that were originally destined for the core area were diverted to another star city.

These changes resemble grassroots corruption.

Like execution chaos.

Like the rotten things that happen every day in a whirlpool.

But each of these will create friction.

When a pirate captain was asked to pay taxes again, he drew his gun on the spot.

Tax guards opened fire.

The conflict escalated.

The dock is blocked.

Two supply lines were forced to be delayed.

The infiltrators did not fire a single shot.

However, this caused chaos at Rust Star Wharf for half a day.

Abandoned Star City.

An infiltrator disguised as a low-ranking assistant of the Dark Mechanicus is maintaining the steering bearings of the Star City defensive turret.

He simply switched the cooling lines of the No. 3 turret to an old backup line and changed the maintenance record of the backup line to "inspected".

In this way, the turret can be used in peacetime.

It can be used even if you fire a single shot.

After firing seventeen times in a row, the cooling system will begin to become unbalanced.