Warhammer: Empire Reboot

“We can testify.”

The commander of the Graveyard Warhawks said, "If the Slaanesh corruption screening in the port and lower hives benefits as a result, our chapter will make it clear in the report."

Olukin chuckled.

Even white scars can tell a few truths.

Haldo looked at him.

"You guys can write reports too?"

Olugin said calmly, "We write quickly."

Calga spoke last.

"My lord, there is no need to worry."

"I will report the truth to the Primarch after this battle is over."

"Lord Guilliman will see the strategic value of this matter."

"As long as this great demon remains under your control and is used to cleanse the Chaos Corruption, I believe the Primarch will support you."

Looking at Calga, Lawson was finally satisfied.

This is exactly what he wanted.

Having a Slaanesh demon by your side will certainly attract trouble.

However, if a group of chapter leaders, including Ultramarines, Space Wolf, Iron Hand, White Scar, Imperial Fist, and Crimson Fist, are willing to endorse it, and Calgar promises to explain the situation to Guilliman, then even if the Inquisition wants to call for help, it will have to consider whether its neck is tough enough.

Ash Velos understood as well.

She lowered her head to hide the sarcasm in her eyes.

That human's words just now were definitely an act.

He wasn't afraid of the courtroom.

He was forcing these battle group leaders to make a statement.

Lawson brought her in, showed her the collar in front of these chapter leaders, and packaged the "raising of a great demon" as "taking the blame and digging out corruption for the Empire."

What's even more terrifying is that these imperial demigods actually gave their approval.

This human can do more than just use his fists.

He also uses fear, self-interest, legal reasoning, sacrificing his image, and battlefield needs.

The collar suddenly felt slightly warm.

Lawson's voice echoed in her mind.

"pet."

"Stop making those faces."

Ash Velos immediately lowered his head.

"Yes, Master."

Lawson looked at the chapter commanders in the hall, his expression returning to calm.

"Now that you all understand, let's move on to the next item."

"Abaddon has already pressed forward."

"We have redrawn the defense zones."

"Next, every node on Vigilant Star that might be attacked must prepare to face the Black Legion."

Everyone stood up and looked at the star map again.

A tactical meeting regarding defense zones, rails, ground systems, hive cities, Blackrock warehouses, shield nodes, and water supply facilities officially began.

Ash Velos, cloaked, stood behind Lawson.

The collar was hidden in the shadows.

Lawson was finally satisfied.

……

Abaddon's fleet pressed up over the Vigilant Star.

When the Chaos Fleet pierced through the thick clouds, the entire near-ground sky looked as if it had been plowed open by black iron.

The sky above the warning star is inherently gray year-round.

Chemical storms, industrial dust, mineral dust rising from the desert, and smoke from battle were layered together.

Now, the silhouettes of the Black Legion's ships emerge from beyond the clouds, obscuring the already faint starlight.

They are stationary on the high track.

Further down, it's a death trap.

Imperial fleets, orbital gun emplacements, ground-guided giant cannons, low-orbit torpedo silos, and Agrippina boarding anchor points have woven a tight net around the Vigilant Star's low orbit.

Abaddon could certainly understand it.

He's not one of those crazy guys who just charge straight at the enemy.

The Vengeance Soul hovered in the center of the fleet.

This ancient flagship, once belonging to Horus, resembles a black sanctuary floating in the starry sky. The chaotic emblems on its hull flow in the afterglow of the warp, and crimson flames seem to breathe from the gaps in the armor plates.

Countless warships surrounded it, like beasts worshipping a throne.

The war commander stood on the bridge.

Abaddon's figure was illuminated by the burning tactical projection on the command platform.

tall.

heavy.

Black armor, as black as night.

The demonic sword Draknien hung silently at his side, its claws seemingly still carrying the blood of millennia of war.

He looked at the warning star.

The tactical projection magnified a tower in Saint Harbor.

A new flag was hanging there.

At the top of the flagpole, a head hangs.

Haken the Star Snatcher.

His face was deliberately preserved by the Empire, his wounds secured with metal nails to prevent rapid decay. That mouth that once proclaimed destruction to countless worlds was now tightly shut, pierced by iron nails.

Below the flag is a line of High Gothic script.

The star snatcher has fallen, but the warning star still belongs to the Emperor.

Abaddon's eyes turned cold.

Calga.

On the bridge, no one dared to speak.

The Lord of the Ultramarines is indeed qualified to kill a renowned vanguard of the Black Legion.

I'll make a note of this.

Below the Soul of Vengeance, the various Chaos armies have completed their deployment.

This is a dark coalition forged from countless hatreds, desires, ambitions, and blasphemy.

The Black Legion's elite forces occupy the core.

They are the most disciplined, have the clearest goals, and know what the war commander truly needs.

Other rebel legions, on the other hand, carried their own long-standing grudges and objectives.

The warships of the Steel Warriors formed a cold, hard siege array, their hulls etched with cannon markings and fortress symbols. When they looked towards the Imperial Fist's defensive zone, even their shipboard communications seemed to be shrouded in a rusty hatred.

The remnants of the Death Guard dragged on rotting trails, and plague smoke swirled around the ship's hull.

Small units of the Thousand Sons Legion hid in the psionic mist, as cautious as a group of scholars who had been badly beaten.

The ships of the Word Bearers opened the blasphemous altars, and the Dark Apostles chanted anti-holy words in the deck sanctuary.

In addition, there is the traitorous war gang.

Some were only interested in looting.

Some are only interested in killing.

Some just wanted to prove their worth in front of Abaddon.

The traitorous Asgardian Army awaited landing aboard a transport ship.

They once wore imperial uniforms, now their caps are adorned with eight-pointed stars, waiting to pull the trigger on their former masters.

The Dark Mechanicus forces remained even more silent.

The tech priest, transformed from a mixture of flesh and machine, inserted his mechanical arm into the demon engine interface and whispered a prayer to the twisted machine spirit.

The corrupted knight and the traitorous titan are strapped to a heavy landing barge.

Their throne souls have long since transformed into frenzied beasts, their armor adorned with human skin, chains, and molten family crests.

Abaddon made promises to these allies.

Once they complete their assigned tasks, they can freely plunder the Vigilant Star.

Abaddon knew very well that many units outside the Black Legion could not be driven by orders alone.

The war commander gave them direction.

They were also given bait.

Then, the login process began.

One by one, landing ships detached from the high-orbit mothership and, enveloped in black shields and subspace flames, plummeted toward the warning planet.