Warhammer: Empire Reboot

boom!

Then came another muffled thud.

Boom!

It's like someone being lifted up and then thrown down.

In a shelter, a child whispered, "Mommy, did that bad guy fall down?"

The mother didn't know how to answer.

A worker with a dusty face whispered, "Kid, don't listen."

The child became even more curious.

"why?"

The worker looked at the loudspeaker on the wall and remained silent for a moment.

"Because adults can't understand it either."

After a while, clear sound finally came back on the old radio.

“I am Marnus Calgar, the leader of the Ultramarines Chapter.”

Upon hearing this, many people in the shelter looked up at the same time.

Calgar, the Ultramarines, son of Guilliman.

A hero repeatedly sung in countless battle reports of the empire.

"The intruders have been dealt with."

"The Vigilant Star remains under the protection of the Empire."

"Stay at your post."

"Obey orders from the wartime command."

"The Emperor is watching you."

Broadcast interrupted.

Then, the entire warning star began to breathe again.

People knelt down in the shelter.

Someone began reciting the Emperor's Prayer.

Someone held the child's hand, tears falling onto their dirty sleeves.

Inside the factory, a worker suddenly raised a wrench and waved it at the loudspeaker.

"Well done, Lord Calgary!"

The person next to him immediately chimed in, "I knew that black can was just for show!"

"Star-stealers? I think they're the ones who get beaten up!"

"That was a really loud shout, louder than when Greenie was slammed into a wall by the flying bear!"

In the trenches on the front lines, veterans are replacing the battery packs on their laser guns.

The recruits were still in a daze.

"Was it really Lord Calga who did it?"

The veteran glared at him.

"It was all mentioned on the radio."

"But that voice just now..."

"You want to question the Ultramarines Chapter Commander's battle report?"

The recruit immediately shook his head.

"Don't dare."

The veteran snorted and continued to stare at the ruins ahead.

"Then hold your gun steady. Calgard beat the enemy leader to a pulp. If you're scared to death by a few greens, I'll beat you up on behalf of the Emperor."

The fear was interrupted.

The death knell that Harken had painstakingly created began to turn into another story after a few screams and the words "The intruder has been dealt with."

The Chaos Lord has arrived.

The Chaos Lord called out.

The Calgaryians won.

For ordinary people, that's enough.

As for the specifics of the matter, not many people are qualified to know.

Not many people need to know.

……

The tallest spire in Sainte Harbour.

The wind at the top of the tower swirled black ash, passing between the broken antennas.

The Starslayer, Harken, fell to the metal floor.

He was no longer the messenger of revelation from the Black Legion.

A few minutes ago, he stood here, holding the Spear of Hell, ready to plunge this weapon of destruction into the highest spire of Vigilant Star, announcing to the world that Abaddon was about to arrive.

Now, the spear of hell is stuck in a broken communication antenna, the blasphemous runes on the spear dulled by the Emperor's golden fire, like a snake playing dead.

Harken himself fared even worse.

His jump pack was severed by the Shadow Blade, and half of the nozzle was still smoking.

The sternum was dented, and the ribs were fractured in multiple places.

His right arm was broken in the opposite direction, and his left knee was kicked into the inner layer of the armor.

His jaw was dislocated, half of his teeth were broken, and black blood foam kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.

That mouth that once destroyed the morale of the Imperial Army through countless broadcasts can no longer even utter a complete curse.

There are two dents on the armor plate at the top of the tower.

One was the first time he was penetrated.

One was when he was lifted up and slammed in the hole a second time.

Lawson stood to the side, his hands behind his back.

Calgar put down the broadcast receiver, looked at Harken on the ground, and then at Lawson.

The leader of the Ultramarines Legion remained silent for a moment.

Then, he raised his hand and scratched his head.

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal."

Calga considered it carefully and said, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Lawson turned to look at him.

"What's wrong with it?"

Calga glanced down at Harken.

"I didn't hit him."

Upon hearing this, Harken's eyes widened in shock.

Even though his mouth was already ulcerated, he still tried desperately to make a sound.

"Um...uh..."

Lawson didn't even look at him.

"I said you hit him. So he is the one who hit him."

Calga fell silent again.

He is an extreme warrior.

He respected the facts, the records, and the format of the battle reports.

This practice of beating someone half to death and then letting them come out to claim credit is indeed somewhat inconsistent with the spirit of the Astartes.

Klossen's next words left him speechless.

"The Vigilant Star has just been intimidated by Harken and needs an Imperial hero who can publicly reassure the people."

"You are the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, the son of Guilliman, and a symbol of victory that every civilian on this planet can immediately understand."

Harken struggled on the ground, squeezing out muffled sounds from his throat.

"mean……"

Lawson glanced down at him.

"When you were broadcasting fears across the entire planet, didn't you feel ashamed?"

Harken's eyes were fierce, his lips were smeared with blood, yet he still tried to speak.

Karl added a step forward, “The prisoners should remain silent.”

Then, the Ultra Warrior Master raised his foot.

boom!

He kicked Harken in the mouth.

Harken's head slammed heavily against the ground, sending fragments of teeth and black blood flying out.

Lawson was very satisfied.

"You've got it right, War God."