Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They bypassed the densest Imperial firepower in low Earth orbit, deploying troops from the edge of the upper atmosphere and relying on chaos magic, anti-orbital smoke screens, decoy pods, and sacrificial ships to share the Imperial firepower.

The ground-based air defense array opened fire.

The day broke on the watchful star.

The railgun launched tungsten-core projectiles into the sky, piercing through the clouds and dust, shattering the Chaos Landing Pod into burning fragments.

The beam of the railgun pierced the dark clouds.

Imperial warships unleashed a barrage of firepower on low orbit.

Chaos landing ships were shot down in batches.

More hulls could penetrate the barrage and crash into various war zones.

The warning star is too big.

There are too many enemies.

Even though Lawson had defended the low rail like an iron barrel, the Black Legion could still use sheer numbers, evil magic, and sacrifice to tear open local delivery windows.

The Chaos army began to advance towards the various city clusters according to the previously divided areas.

The Iron Warriors charged straight at the Imperial Fist front.

The siege master's landing craft smashed into the front line of the position like a bunch of iron hammers.

The ground was still shaking when the hatch was blown open.

A black and yellow striped battle armor stepped out of the smoke and dust.

The first thing they saw was the yellow-armored line of the Imperial Fist.

The two sides stared at each other across the gunfire.

Old grudges are like promethium that has been ignited.

The shield wall of warriors on the Imperial Fist position rose, and the firing points on the heavy explosive gun racks were lit one by one.

The Iron Warrior's war blacksmith raised his power hammer, the sound rolling across the communication channel.

"Tear down the wall built by those stonemasons."

The commander of Imperial Fist responded coldly.

"Let the traitors run into us."

The next moment, macro cannons, heavy explosives, missiles, and plasma firepower exploded between the positions.

The descendants of two legions, most adept at offense and defense, have once again begun their ancient struggle on the wasteland of Vigilant Star.

Meanwhile, the Dark Mechanicus, the Corrupted Knights, and the Traitorous Titans are searching for their enemies.

Outside the North Pacific Command controlled by the Mechanicus, a distorted binary roar echoed across the battlefield.

Before the Loyal Guardians' front, the Iron Hand and Brass Claws had already taken up defensive positions.

In the distance, the corrupted knight emerged from the smoke and dust.

The mechs of the Loyal Knights family also entered the battlefield from the other side.

The two sides paused for a second, facing each other.

Then, the knight mechs charged forward simultaneously.

The cannons roared.

The heat melts and tears away the air.

The warhound Titan darted rapidly behind, its plasma burst turning a patch of ruins into molten glass.

The traitor Titan descended later.

Like mythical beasts drawn by the Dark Mechanicus, they opened their hatches and sounded a low, menacing war horn to the loyal Titan squadron.

Fires broke out simultaneously on all battlefields of the Vigilant Star.

But the real key is not on these most visible fronts.

Those who harbored words have moved.

They landed in locations that appeared desolate, remote, and even without any military value.

Abandoned mine pit.

The ruins of an old church.

A dried-up riverbed.

Black bare rocks in the desert.

An abandoned astronomical observatory.

A junction of underground pipelines that no one pays attention to.

These places are meaningless to ordinary generals.

But to the Dark Apostles, who can read the warp tides, they are the true pulse of the Vigilant Star.

A key node in the psychic ley lines.

The one who cherishes words shall erect the Black Stone Crown there.

A small group of Word Bearers landed on the ruins of an old chapel in the wasteland.

The chapel was half collapsed, and the emperor's statue was blurred by wind and sand.

The Dark Apostle, Sahel, stepped out of the landing pod.

His armor was covered with scrolls of scriptures, each written in human blood. Behind him, Chaos Space Marines carried out a black stone crown.

The object was ring-shaped but covered in sharp spikes, its black stone surface gleaming with a dark red sheen. The inside of the crown was engraved with anti-sacred words and eight-pointed star symbols, and in the center, an eye seemed to be peering into reality between its opening and closing.

Sahel glanced around.

Desolate. Quiet. Only the wind.

He smiled.

"The empire's eyes are always on fortresses, ports, water sources, and gun emplacements."

"They will never see the real altar."

A champion of the Word of the Beholders crushed the tattered double-headed eagle emblem on the ground.

There isn't even a sentry here.

Sahel raised his hand, signaling the slaves to place the Black Stone Crown on the ley line node.

"Because they don't understand."

The black stone crown was slowly raised.

The surrounding air began to distort.

Beneath the ground, the long-dormant black stone vein began to tremble slightly.

Sahel opened his arms and began reciting blasphemous verses.

The first sentence wasn't even finished.

boom!

A bomb was fired from a distance.

The champion of the Whisperers' head exploded.

Shattered helmets and blood and flesh splattered onto the Blackstone Crown.

In the shadows of the abandoned chapel, a soldier in gray-black armor lowered his explosive gun.

The next second, more combat units emerged from underground, from ruined walls, from manholes, from behind dunes, and from behind rubble.

The number is increasing rapidly.

Further away, static force fields lit up.

The battle formation surged into the ruins like a tidal wave.

Sahel's face darkened.

"ambush."

The assassin who fired the shot did not answer.

Bombs, thermal melt, and plasma were poured out simultaneously.

The first rank of soldiers of the Whisperers were forced to retreat.

The slave laborers were swept away in an instant.

The altar next to the Black Stone Crown was blasted open by a hot melt.

Sahel staggered, a sense of unease creeping into his heart for the first time.

There should be no precautions here.

This node is not on the Empire's regular military map.

Even if someone can repair a machine, they may not understand its significance.

But these gray-black warriors were already waiting here.

The same scene played out across Vigilant Planet.

Dry riverbed node.

As soon as the Word Bearer brought out the Black Stone Crown, the sound of explosive guns rang out from both sides of the riverbed.

Old astronomical observatory node.

As the Dark Apostle was still directing his servants to calibrate the crown's angle, over a dozen stasis delivery pods rained down from the sky. The battle formation stepped out from the light barrier, instantly turning the altar and its surrounding guards into a sea of ​​fire.

Intersection of underground pipelines.

The Word Bearers thought they had bypassed all the Imperial outposts, only to run into an automated turret and a zone of molten mines that had already been set up at the end of the pipeline.

The first Chaos Space Marine stepped onto the identification line.