Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Calgar turned his head: "Master of the Seal, that title..."

"Good."

"I don't think so..."

"I think it's fine."

Calga fell silent again.

If Tigurius were here, he would probably remind his chapter master not to argue with Lawson about the title.

Because Lawson is clearly more difficult to deal with than chaos.

In the distance, the hell dragon still hovers in the clouds.

Near the top of the tower, several raptor warriors noticed that Harken had lost signal and attempted to approach.

Lawson raised his hand, and the tactical command was sent into the swarm network.

"Thunder Eagle gunships and Storm Claw interceptors took off."

"Target: Cloud City at the top of the tower and the high-rise spire district."

"Prioritize taking down the Inferno Dragon."

"Block the raptors' escape route."

As soon as the order was given, hangars near Saint Harbor opened.

The Thunderhawk gunboat streaked into the clouds, leaving a trail of flames behind it.

The Storm Claw interceptor was launched from a high-altitude airport, with the missile pylons under its wings unlocked simultaneously.

The cornerstone sequence takes over airspace scheduling.

T-series suicide squad auxiliary fire control.

The combat sequence provides target markings from the top of the tower and higher platforms.

The old hive's anti-aircraft turrets were restarted, their muzzles slowly turning toward the demonic engines in the clouds.

A hell dragon swooped down, intending to burn down another communications tower, but was caught by the tail by three Stormclaw interceptors.

The machine guns opened fire.

Missile locked on.

The demonic engine emitted a piercing scream, and the metal wing membrane twisted, trying to disappear back into the dark cloud.

The next instant, an even louder engine roar pressed down from the clouds.

The Flying Bear Motorcycle convoy has arrived.

Xiong Da sat on a 15-meter-long heavy anti-gravity assault motorcycle, like a flying fortress.

Behind him, two hundred Flying Bears deployed in a wedge formation.

The shield lights up, the ram lowers, and the heavy cannon is unlocked.

When Xiong Da saw the hell dragon, he grinned and cursed, "This thing dares to call itself a dragon?"

"Even we in the Crimson Dragons Legion find it unlucky."

A nearby Xiongwei driver reminded him, "Boss, the Crimson Dragon Battle Group Leader isn't on the channel."

Xiong Da cursed, "Nonsense, I know that!!"

The Flying Bears dive.

A flying bear crashed head-on into the demonic flames.

The warp flames spewed by the hellfire dragon burned the shield, creating a layer of dark red ripples.

The flying bear did not slow down.

The adamantine ram slammed directly into the chest of the hell dragon.

The demon engine was smashed and sent flying.

Three Flying Bear missiles behind opened fire simultaneously, with molten metal bombs and depleted uranium ammunition belts tearing through the metal wing membrane.

Xiong Da approached from the side, and the Shattering Nail missile was fired face-to-face.

boom!

The Hell Dragon exploded into black fire in mid-air.

Several Raptor warriors attempted to retreat using the shadows between the tall buildings, but were blown to pieces by the Thunderhawk gunship's heavy explosive shells.

Another group of raptors attempted to jump into the Noble Tower and take hostages.

The foundation sequence was already waiting inside the tower.

As soon as they broke through the window, they were hit in the face with stun grenades, followed by a salvo of close-range explosives from the combat formation, which sent them flying back out the window.

In Lawson's mind, the system notification kept flashing.

Subspace Energy: +...

Subspace Energy: +...

Subspace Energy: +...

Hellfly Dragons, Raptor Warriors, and low-level Demon Engine remnants are constantly being converted into income.

Lawson didn't look closely.

Tonight is not a big meal.

It was just an appetizer that Harken had delivered to their door.

He glanced down at Harken.

"Take this kid back."

"Let's see if we can get anything out of them."

Calga nodded.

He also did not give the Black Legion lord any decency.

They grabbed Harken by one leg and dragged him toward the tower's exit, like pulling a bag of damaged armor parts.

Harken's body scraped against the metal floor, making a screeching sound.

Harken finally managed to squeeze out a mumbled sentence from his broken teeth and bloody saliva.

"mean……"

"It wasn't you... who hit me..."

Calga stopped and looked back at him.

"In war, admitting defeat also requires courage."

Harken stared intently at him.

"You...you're lying..."

Calga stared at the bloodied and mangled face, pausing for a moment.

Then he added another kick.

boom!

Harken's voice was completely silenced.

Calga continued to drag him down.

"You lost."

"And it's very noisy."

……

From the tallest spire of Saint Harbor to the Hall of Wartime Domination, one must pass through multiple layers of defensive passages.

Along the way were Keystone units, Ultramarines, Agrippina combat units, and the Vigilant Star Guardians who had been urgently deployed.

When many people see this scene, their first reaction is to stand up straight.

My second reaction was shock.

Calgary was dragging along a Black Legion lord.

That person had just announced their destruction on a planet-wide broadcast.

Now his mouth was kicked open, his legs were being dragged, his face was pressed against the ground, and sparks flew from his armor.

A Starguard soldier glanced at it furtively, then quickly looked away.

The cornerstone sequence member beside him said coldly, "Stay at your posts."

The soldiers immediately stood even straighter.

But the barely suppressed excitement in his eyes betrayed him.

Haken, the Starslayer, could certainly feel those gazes.

He is a master of creating fear.

He knows best the power that is publicly displayed.

Hang the body up.

The remains of nobles were hung on the top of the tower.

The victims' screams were heard throughout the city.

To create a lasting memory for onlookers.

These are all his methods.

Now, the consequences have fallen on his own shoulders.

He became the one being displayed.

Humiliation hurts more than a broken bone.