Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Black Legion has already been exposed on Jue Ling Star.

Although Hellforge was dragged into a war of attrition by Agrippina's battle sequence, it was merely an outpost.

Chaos Warband, Traitor Fleet, and Demon Engine Force are still gathering.

Abaddon wouldn't abandon Nakmond Pass just because Volash got hammered to pieces by the Bear Guards.

Quite the opposite.

The fact that Jue Ling Star has been targeted indicates that the Black Legion has already included Vigilant Star in its main attack sequence.

Emperor Tarot readings have also become more frequent.

The diviner sent by the chief priest of Saint Harbor requested an audience with the Wartime Control Court three times in a row.

For the first time, he said, with a cold sweat running down his face, that the cards showed "Black Crown", "Broken Star Torch" and "World Nailed to the Tip of a Spear".

The second time, he said that in his meditation he saw a claw being held by a black-armored giant, slowly closing towards the warning star.

The third time, before he could finish speaking, Calga slapped him two meters away.

Calgar stood before him, his blue Terminator armor like a wall.

"enough."

"The Emperor Tarot can warn of risks, but it can't fight for us."

"With the Lord of the Seal here, the Guardian Star can hold its ground."

When Lawson heard this, he glanced at Calga.

The Emperor Tarot holds significant weight within the Imperial system.

Many generals will value it.

Many common people would even interpret the results of divination as the will of the emperor.

If these terrifying signs are allowed to spread on Vigilant Planet, the recently stabilized civilian and bureaucratic systems will crack again.

Calga knows this.

So he used the simplest method to slap the fortune teller away.

Lawson chuckled.

"Your Excellency the God of War is becoming increasingly adept at handling issues unique to the Empire."

When Calgary heard the words "God of War," the muscles on his face tightened slightly.

Tigurius lowered his head, as if examining the grain of the floor.

Night fell quickly on the watchful star.

The nights on this planet are not peaceful.

There was the sound of cannon fire in the distance.

There are points of light for orbital defense platforms in the sky.

The roar of mechanical pumps could be heard from the lower levels of the nest.

The area ravaged by the green-skinned soldiers is still burning.

Flamethrowers outside the quarantine zone occasionally flashed a line of light.

But that night, a new shadow pierced through the thick clouds.

The first to notice the anomaly was a night watchman at the top of the spire in the Saintsport area.

He stood in the cold wind, holding a hot drink straw, his eyes scanning the distant clouds.

The clouds over the warning star are low and dirty.

Industrial smoke, dust, war ash, and the remnants of pollution left by the Nurgle plague made the sky look like a piece of black iron that could not be cleaned.

The observer initially thought he had seen a bird.

There are very few normal birds left in the watchdog.

But the shadow did indeed streak across the clouds at an extremely high speed, with a very low trajectory.

Just as he was about to call out, a second shadow appeared.

Then there was a whole group.

The black figure pierced through the clouds, leaping and spewing short bursts of fire from its backpack as it glided, twisted, and landed between the spire of the hive city.

They looked like hunting dogs that had fallen from the sky.

The observer grabbed the communicator.

"Flying target spotted at the top of the tower, suspected to be an enemy airborne unit!"

The Cornerstone Sequence immediately responded in the channel.

"coordinate."

The observer reports the coordinates.

The next instant, a dark figure landed on the edge of the tower top.

That was a chaotic raptor.

Black armor, curved claws, a backpack on his back that looks like a pair of metal tumors, a helmet visor stretched into a bird's beak shape, and a throat-emitting device that constantly emits a piercing whistle.

The observer instinctively raised his gun.

The Raptor Warrior had already pounced on him.

The sharp claws sliced ​​open his chest.

The communicator fell to the ground, yet it still transmitted the final scream back to the channel.

A few seconds later, more reports appeared.

The Spire district of Heppelia.

The Noble Tower in the northern part of Motwald.

The outer data spike of the Hongbei section.

The old communication tower in the water storage nest.

Multiple nests are at the highest point, where black jumping units appear simultaneously.

Some people claim to have seen mysterious figures with bat wings leaping between the tower spires.

Some say that an evil dragon is circling in the clouds.

The remains of a nobleman were found at the top of the tower, with iron hooks piercing his ribs and hanging from the antenna frame.

When a maid from the upper district opened the master bedroom, she saw the nobleman who had just submitted his pledge of allegiance to the Wartime Domination Court, his skin peeled off and nailed to the French windows.

A dark shadow flashed past the window.

The Cornerstone Sequence guards behind her raised their guns and fired, but only hit the broken glass.

Higher up, the hell dragon appeared.

They descended from the clouds, demonic flames flowing beneath their metallic membranes. Their long, mechanical bodies tumbled in the smoke and dust, spewing flames with the stench of the warp from their throats.

A helipad atop a tower was swept by a Hellfire dragon.

The three parked transport planes instantly turned into fireballs.

The ground crew on the runway were engulfed in flames, burned until their bones were bent.

They were like an exhibition.

A fear-mongering performance deliberately staged for everyone to see.

Soon, the Chaodu broadcasting network experienced an anomaly.

First, there was static electricity.

Then came a low, sinister laugh.

The Foundation Sequence immediately detected that a subspace evil was eroding the old broadcast network and some local communication nodes that had not been fully replaced.

The swarm communications of the new wartime command were not affected.

However, the old Vigilant Star system was too large, and a large number of aristocratic private networks, parish broadcasts, old shelter loudspeakers, and factory internal speakers had not been fully switched over.

The enemy found precisely these gaps.

The sound came out.

Deep, hoarse, with the smell of rust and blood.

It penetrates people's ears and their hearts.

In the factory, the workers stopped what they were doing.

Inside the shelter, the child stopped crying.

Inside the noble tower, the terrified servant huddled in a corner.

On the front lines, Astronaut soldiers looked up, their fingers gripping their laser guns.

"Warning Star".

"Hear me."

"I am Haken. Haken the Starslayer."

“I am Abaddon’s messenger of revelation.”

"I am the Destroyer."

"I am the first spear to plunge into your throats before the Black Legion descends."

Atop the tallest spire in Saint Harbor, a figure in black armor stood in the wind.

A renowned Chaos Lord in the Black Legion.

Harken the Starslayer, Abaddon's herald.

His armor was as dark as night, edged with the gold markings of the Black Legion. His shoulder armor was broad, and the jump pack on his back resembled a pair of folded iron wings. His helmet was decorated with curved horns, and a speaker beneath his visor constantly emitted faint noises, as if many people were whispering in the same throat.