Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A deep voice came from beneath Seraphim's hood.

"Abaddon didn't come in person?"

"The War General is suppressing the Imperial fleet and ground defenses on track."

Margrass took a step forward.

"You want the War Commander to personally step into this place to prove your sincerity?"

Seraphim did not answer.

A fallen angel champion sneered.

"We have been here for centuries, not to listen to the Black Legion boast about their busy schedules."

Margrass looked at him.

"You have guarded this place for centuries."

"and then?"

The fallen angel champion's eyes darkened.

Seraphim tapped the ground lightly with the end of his staff.

thump.

Margrass did not continue his provocations.

He knew these fallen angels were no ordinary warriors.

Having managed to hide in the Fortress for so many years and possess the Void Claw, a doomsday weapon, they have their own pride and madness.

This kind of person cannot be subdued simply by threats.

Give them what they want.

Margrass walked to the altar of control and looked up at the sleeping weapon.

"Claw of the Void".

"A relic of the dark ages of technology."

"It can create gravitational singularities, tear apart orbits, crush fleets into iron filings, and make the crust of a planet bulge like rotting flesh."

He turned to look at the fallen angel.

"You possess it, but you can only use it to wait."

Seraphim tapped the ground lightly with his staff again.

"Waiting is sometimes harder than charging."

"And it is more valuable."

"We have laid enough bait."

He looked up, his gaze from beneath the hood as cold as an old wound.

"The Dark Angel has smelled it."

"They're here."

Margrass nodded.

"Yes."

"They're here."

"The unforgivable linger on the outer edge of the sandstorm, like a pack of hounds that have smelled old blood."

His voice carried a hint of amusement.

“You know better than anyone that they will do this.”

A twisted glee appeared on the faces of several fallen angels.

They hate the Dark Angels.

I hate that self-proclaimed loyal warband.

Hate the Stone Monastery.

Hate the interrogating pastor.

I hate the days of being hunted down, tried, and written into secret files for ten thousand years.

Seraphim stared at Margras.

"The War General wants the Void Claw."

"How does he intend to use it?"

Margrass finally got to the point.

He raised his hand, and the Terminator behind him placed a data shrine on the ground.

Black and red tactical projections are deployed.

The Vigilant Star, its satellites, the low-orbit Imperial fleet, the Vengeful Spirit, and the Sandstorm Vortex all appeared in the sky.

"The Imperial Low-Orbit orbit is well-defended."

"Calga withdrew the fleet and connected with the ground artillery positions. They wanted to use a low-orbit fire network to keep the war general out."

Marglas pointed to the space between the warning star and the satellite.

"The Void Claw can change the rules of this battlefield."

"The War Commander needs your assistance to activate it, to create a miniature gravitational singularity between the Vigilant Star and its satellites."

In the projection, a black dot appears between the warning star and the satellite.

The gravitational lines twisted rapidly.

"The first step is gravity pull."

"The surface of the Vigilant Star will experience abnormal tidal forces. The outer walls of the hive, the orbital elevators, the shield nodes, the underground pipelines, and the fortress base will all experience structural stress shifts."

“Those sturdy buildings of the empire will begin to groan from their roots.”

"The second step is to tear the track apart."

"The gravitational anomaly between the satellite and the warning satellite will pull countless tons of surface material, storm dust, debris, industrial fragments, and even some unstable orbital structures from the ground into the high atmosphere."

"The low-orbit imperial fleet will be forced to adjust its position."

"The formation will break down."

"The fire control system will be in chaos."

In the projection, the Imperial low-orbit fleet formation began to distort.

Several warships were pulled into an abnormal orbit by gravity and were subsequently penetrated by a simulated cloud of debris.

"The third step is to annihilate them."

"The Vengeful Spirit and the main Black Legion fleet will suppress the Empire's forces when their formation is in disarray."

"The remaining Imperial warships will be torn apart by us and the Void Claws."

Margrass looked at the fallen angels.

"Once space belongs to the war commander, the surface of the warning planet will be cleared away layer by layer."

"The Void Claws can continue to bombard those Imperial fortresses that are still resisting."

"Hyperia".

Saint Harbour

"Motwald".

"Hongbei District".

"Everywhere they thought they could hold, they will kneel down under the weight of gravity."

Seraphim remained silent.

This is a grand plan.

It's also dangerous.

The Void Claw is no ordinary weapon. If it gets out of control, Vigilant Star could suffer irreversible disaster.

But the fallen angels don't care about the civilians of Vigilant Star.

They care about their revenge.

Margrass noticed their hesitation and then offered the real bait.

"The War General knows what you want."

"You are the betrayed offspring of the First Legion."

These words made several fallen angels raise their heads.

Margrass's voice continued to fall silent.

"The Emperor has betrayed you."

“Ryan abandoned you.”

"After the fall of the Caliban, you became sins hidden by history."

"The dark angels are hunting you down, not because you have fallen."

"It is your very existence that proves their so-called loyalty is flawed."

"They're afraid you'll tell the truth."

"I'm afraid you'll be alive and standing on the battlefield."

"I fear that an interrogating pastor cannot conceal the truth with branding irons, prayers, and dark cells."

Seraphim's eyes, hidden beneath his hood, began to gleam with anger.

Margrass did not stop.