Warhammer: Empire Reboot

On the fourth ship, the bridge had been forced to its last line of defense by the demons.

A naval captain prepared to shoot himself to avoid falling into the hands of Slaanesh.

The Shadow Blade Storm swept over his head, clearing away the demons in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The colonel, gripping his gun, froze in shock.

He then lowered his gun and roared, "Keep commanding! Anyone who dares to stop firing, I'll shove him into a torpedo tube!"

Inside the bridge of the Victory Laureate, Lawson's Shadow Blade swept across as well.

Slaanesh's shrill laughter turned into a scream.

One by one, the demons were shredded, their souls burned by golden fire.

The subspace rift was bombarded in the opposite direction.

They began to shrink, as if they had smelled a living predator.

There was a crack that wanted to continue tearing open, but Lawson pointed at it.

The black hole projection gently pressed down.

The crack closed faster than a mechanical door.

In less than two minutes, the demonic intrusions on more than a dozen core bridges of the Imperial interceptor fleet were completely eliminated.

The command system is back online.

The foundation sequence immediately repaired the communication link.

Calgar returned to the tactical position.

His breastplate had been pierced by a spear, leaving a deep hole, and the internal automated medical system was administering hemostatic agents and stabilizing drugs.

"Fleet status".

"The vanguard frigate group suffered a 30% loss."

"The second-tier cruiser array was disrupted, and its firepower was interrupted for fifty-seven seconds."

"Sixteen capital ships were attacked by demons, but command has now been restored."

"The Chaos Fleet is still advancing."

Calgar looked at Lawson.

“Master of the Seal, if we continue to stay here, the interception fleet may be suppressed by the main force of the Vengeful Spirit.”

Lawson nodded.

"Fight and retreat simultaneously."

"Return to guard star".

"Hold the low-level track."

Calga understood immediately.

The interception operation on the outer reaches of Jueling Star has achieved some of its objectives.

Abaddon's fleet took the first hit from torpedoes and artillery fire, and then closed the distance in order to carry out the Devil's boarding raid.

If the Imperial fleet continues to hold out, it may be caught in a pincer movement by the Vengeance Soul and its main fleet.

Withdrawing now would allow the fleet to be pulled back to the low-orbit defense line of the warning star, enabling it to coordinate with the orbital turrets, fortress-class void shields, and surface fire control systems.

Lawson continued, "The frigates should retreat to the flanks first."

"The cruisers took turns firing."

"Heavy cruisers and combat barges were brought up to the rear."

"Shoot out all the remaining torpedoes, don't bring them back."

Calga nodded.

"implement."

The Victory Laureate regained command of the fleet.

The Imperial Interception Fleet began a full retreat.

The Black Legion fleet continued forward.

They wanted to latch onto the Imperial fleet.

However, the failed demonic invasion just now deprived them of the best opportunity to disrupt the command structure.

Although the Imperial fleet was damaged, it still maintained its formation.

Heading towards the Soul of Vengeance, the main fleet in the Black Tide had to readjust its course, clear out air mines, avoid the debris field of the Extinction Star, and endure the artillery fire left behind by the Imperial fleet during its retreat.

A Chaos cruiser was chasing too fast and was caught in a pincer attack by torpedoes launched from Imperial frigates on both sides. Its Void Shield collapsed after flashing three times, and then the bridge was pierced by a luminous spear from the Victory Laureate.

Another battleship attempted to take a shortcut through the wreckage, but collided with an automatic air mine laid in advance by the Agrippina T-series, which destroyed its propulsion system, causing it to drift away in deep space in a whirl.

Abaddon's offensive pace was slowed down.

……

There is no time in a static force field.

The consciousness of the keeper of secrets is still stuck on the bridge of the Victory Laurel.

It remembered piercing the armor of Manus Calgary.

I remember that heart was just a short distance from the spearhead.

I remember I could smell the perseverance, pain, and suppressed rage in the blood of the Ultra Warrior Master.

It tastes delicious.

The more restrained a soul is, the more beautiful the sound when it is torn apart.

Then, all senses are taken away.

That black hole was like an unappealing iron bucket, placed over its head, crushing all the senses that Slaanesh had given it into deathly silence.

For a keeper of secrets, that is more brutal than death.

The next moment, it regained consciousness.

It stood in the center of an unfamiliar place.

The ground was reinforced with terracotta steel and adamantite mesh, and the surrounding walls were engraved with isolation runes. A ring of observation platforms was set up high, where several heavily armored Agrippina guards stood with their arms crossed.

Second Dog, Third Dog, and the Mastiff Guard.

The keeper looked down at his own body.

It retained its true form as a great demon, but the spear in its hand had been taken away.

Then it saw Lawson.

Lawson stood at the other end of the test field.

Dark armor clung to his body, with the Angron Battle Axe standing beside him.

"Despicable humans."

“Blind my senses with black holes, steal victory with stasis fields. You are the prey watched by the gods, the marked soul in the warp.”

The keeper laughed, and the laughter echoed through the testing grounds.

"You want to interrogate me?"

"You want to offer me up to your pathetic Corpse King?"

Lawson shook his head.

"I know you're not convinced."

"Fight me."

"If you win, I'll let you go."

The keeper looked at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Your promises as short as your lifespan."

Lawson smiled and said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. I don't use weapons."

He put away the Angron Battle Axe.

"This time, I won't use a black hole to put your head in."

The Keeper of Secrets slowly lowered its body, its four arms outstretched, and its slender tail gently brushed across the ground.

"That's generous, but you've made a mistake."

"You gave me my senses."

"It gave me distance."

"You gave me your heartbeat."

“I will take the pain from between your bones and make your pride into strings.”

On the observation platform, Er Gou turned his head to look at San Gou.

"This thing talks a lot."

Three Dogs crossed their arms: "It's normal for Sinai to be like that."

Aoqi whispered, "How many minutes?"

Er Gou thought about it.

"The BOSS doesn't need black holes, shadow blades, or psionic energy, so he can probably warm up for a while longer."

San Gou said, "Then let's see if it can hold out until the BOSS gets serious."

In the arena, the one keeping the secret moved.

Its speed is like a stretched-out shadow.

With a light touch of his toes, his body glided in an arc, instantly appearing beside Lawson. His claws slashed at the waist armor, while his other hand simultaneously thrust towards the throat, and his tail lashed towards the back of Lawson's knee.