Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The entire passageway instantly turned white.

Black Rock Bare Rock Node in the Sand Sea.

As soon as the Black Stone Crown touched the ground, the ambushing T-series hacking units activated reverse jamming, the cornerstone sequence lit up the blocking force field, and the combat sequence advanced from all sides.

The man who had been harboring words finally realized it.

Their most important target for the surprise attack had been marked in advance.

Sahel retreated into the ruins of the old chapel.

Half of his guards were already dead.

The Blackrock Crown was knocked askew by the bombs, its surface runes cracked, and Word Bearer slaves lay dead on the ground.

He roared out dark incantations, attempting to unleash warp power along the ley lines.

But the next instant, the endogenous psionic energy pressed down.

Like a cold hand, it pressed the crack he had just pried open back into reality.

Sahel's sacred words were stuck in his throat.

"What's this……"

His answer was a chainsaw sword.

The combat sequence rushes into close combat.

The chainsaw sword and the power axe fell simultaneously.

Sahel raised his staff to block, and two Word Bearers rushed to his aid from behind, but were hit in the knee by a heavy explosive grenade from the side, and then had their upper bodies melted away by a molten lava gun.

Sahel's eyes were bloodshot.

"Stop!"

The gray-black armored assassin drew close, and a power axe sliced ​​through his breastplate from bottom to top.

Another assassin used a slingshot to hold his faceplate shut.

boom!

The head of the Dark Apostle shattered in the explosion.

At the same time, inside the Wartime Command Court, Lawson watched as the battle markers lit up one by one on the star map.

He knew all along what Abaddon wanted.

Harken's memories have already revealed these things.

Lawson doesn't need to know the exact location of every single place.

He only needs to know the general outline.

Then, add all such locations to the trap list.

Thousands upon thousands.

As soon as the Word Bearer lands, a battle sequence will be teleported there.

As Lawson watched the blasphemous nodes on the star map go out one after another, he gently tapped the table.

"Abaddon."

"You want to crown Vigilant Star?"

He looked up at the black silhouette of the ship beyond the orbit.

"Ask me first if I'm accurate."

…………

The Black Legion's first landing cost them more than Abaddon had anticipated.

The low orbit of the Vigilant Star has been overrun by the Imperial fleet, ground artillery, and the Agrippina fire control network.

If the Chaos Landing Pod wants to get through that net of fire, it will have to gamble with its outer armor, evil magic shield, and luck.

Many of the hulls were shattered into pieces by railguns before they even entered the atmosphere.

Some disintegrated high in the air, with the Chaos Space Marines inside the capsules plummeting down in flames, like burning iron coffins.

Some were even more unlucky.

The boarding torpedo surged upwards from the low-orbit fire net and latched onto the tail section of the Chaos landing module.

Agrippina's suicide squad blew open the bulkhead, rushed in despite the depressurization and turbulence, wiped out the traitors in mid-air, and then pushed the remaining cabin back into the fire.

On the bridge of the USS Vengeance, tactical projections flashed continuously.

Loss reports came in one after another from various battle groups.

The traitorous navy can still withstand it.

The Dark Mechanicus can also use cold, hard data to cover up their losses.

But those war guild leaders were already shouting in the channel.

They were willing to fight for their commander and were also willing to use slave soldiers and vassal ships to fill the firepower gaps.

But no one wants to be turned into mincemeat in space by Imperial low-orbit artillery fire before even setting foot on the land of the warning planet.

Abaddon looked at the damage data that was jumping red.

His face was as somber as the void outside the bridge.

A moment later, he raised his hand.

The bridge immediately fell silent.

"Activate teleportation."

The Dark Mechanicus's teleportation sage raised his head, a stream of blood-red data flashing in his prosthetic eyes.

"Commander, high-intensity planetary teleportation will consume a large amount of subspace energy. There are Imperial interference sources around the warning star, which is reducing coordinate stability."

Abaddon looked at him.

"I'm not asking about the cost."

The teleportation sage's mechanical spine made a soft sound and immediately bowed its head.

"As ordered."

The teleportation arrays of the Vengeance Soul and the surrounding main fleet were lit up layer by layer.

In the lower levels of the Dark Sanctuary, thousands of sacrificial slaves were pushed into rune slots. Dark apostles chanted scriptures, chains dragged across the deck, and blood flowed along the engraved lines into the teleportation core.

Teleportation isn't a panacea.

Especially near a war-torn planet currently being disrupted by the Void Shield, Blackrock Ley Lines, Imperial interference sources, and endogenous psionic energy.

If the coordinates deviate by tens of meters, the soldier will be embedded in the wall.

A deviation of several hundred meters could result in the entire squad falling into a furnace, a pipeline well, an enemy firing point, or even being crushed by the ground.

But Abaddon had no patience to send landing pods to feed the Imperial low-orbit fire network in batches.

He needs to insert the knife into the Vigilant Star.

The Chaos Space Marines entered the teleportation hall as a unit.

The Punished Warriors are clad in twisted, blue-purple armor, with the symbol of Tzeentch's blessing etched on their shoulder armor. Their helmets display eyes that seem to see through lies.

The Midnight Lord stood on the other side.

They were silent and cold, their armor adorned with human skin and bone ornaments. Some sewed the skin of mortals they had peeled off onto the edges of their cloaks, while others tapped their leg armor lightly with hooked chain blades, awaiting the impending slaughter.

More war gangs squeezed into the teleportation array.

The Black Legion's core forces are responsible for coordinate calibration.

The Dark Mechanicus maintains a stable energy level.

The Word Bearers chanted anti-holy words at the edge of the array, attempting to bypass the Imperial blockade through the teleportation portal.

Their goal is clear.

Enter directly into the nest city.

As long as a large number of Chaos Space Marines appear in the core of the hive, no matter how strong the Imperial low-orbit fire network is, it will be impossible for them to unleash a full-scale attack on their own population districts.

At that time, the war will turn into street fighting, underground fighting, and massacres.

Abaddon wanted to tear the Imperial defenses apart from within.

The transmission array lights up.

The warriors were engulfed by the light of the subspace.

At the same moment, within the wartime command center of Saint Harbor, swarm intelligence detected the anomaly.

It is a type of "noise" generated when spatial coordinates are forcibly overwritten.

It's like someone drew the wrong lines on the skin of the real universe.

The swarm network marks hundreds of delivery points in a fraction of a second.

Saint Harbour.

Motwald.

Hongbei District.

Let the withered nests gather.

The outer ring of the water storage nest.

Several shield nodes.

There are also several hidden Blackrock warehouses on the outskirts.

Abaddon's teleportation was not crude.

On the contrary, the Black Legion is very professional.

These coordinates are mostly chosen in areas where Imperial firepower is weak, avoiding the strongest areas of the Void Shield and bypassing public outposts. If they successfully land, many defense zones will be vulnerable to internal attacks.