Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"The War General will not ask you to kneel down."

"He only asks you to make a choice."

"Continue to guard a dormant weapon, and wait for the next batch of Dark Angel scouts to crash in."

"or……"

He raised his hand and pointed to the Void Claw.

"Let it actually fire."

"Let the First Legion hear your voices."

"Let the Stone Monastery know that the ghost they have been chasing for ten thousand years has grasped a claw strong enough to tear them apart."

He pointed his finger, and the blurry outline of the megalithic monastery appeared in the projection, before being shattered by the gravitational singularity.

Margrass raised his arms.

"As long as the Black Legion wins."

"As long as Nakmond Pass falls into the hands of the Warmaster."

"You will receive a gift from the War General."

"You can take revenge on the Dark Angels."

"Avenge ourselves against the First Legion."

"To take revenge on the empire."

“To take revenge on the galaxy that tarnished your reputation while pretending to be pure and innocent.”

"Warning Star is just the beginning."

"When the opening and closing of the corridor is in the hands of the War General, both the Holy Face and the Dark Side of the Empire will hear the name of the War General."

He looked at Seraphim.

"You will also let them hear your names."

The hall was very quiet.

The control core of the Void Claw emitted a low, pulsating energy.

Like the heart of a sleeping behemoth.

Seraphim slowly raised his head and looked at the Void Claw.

Their original plan was indeed just to lure the Dark Angels here.

They even went so far as to arrest and interrogate a few compatriots, forcing them to divulge clues amidst their suffering.

Let the unforgivable get closer step by step.

Let them enter the guard post.

Then, with the Void Claws, they were torn to shreds along with their so-called loyalty.

That was revenge.

But the picture Abaddon presented was bigger than they had originally imagined.

Not just the Dark Angel.

It's the entire empire.

It is Nakmond Pass.

It is to ensure that fallen angels no longer live in darkness as merely shadows to be hunted.

A fallen angel whispered, "Will the War General keep his promise?"

Margrass looked at him.

"A war commander needs someone who can accomplish the mission."

"Your worth is proven if you allow the Void Claws to fire for the Black Legion."

Those who are valuable will be rewarded.

"Only those who are worthless will be abandoned."

Seraphim, on the contrary, was more willing to believe such words.

Abaddon wants the Void Claw.

They want revenge.

Both parties can trade.

Seraphim finally spoke.

"We will relinquish control of Void Claws."

Several fallen angels looked at him.

Seraphim continued, "But I will retain a layer of core control."

Margrass laughed.

"Caution is worthy of respect."

He spoke very well.

But he knew in his heart that what the War Commander really needed was for the Void Claw to be activated.

As for the details regarding control, those can be addressed later.

As long as the Black Legion members access the system, as long as the Dark Mechanicus technicians enter the core, and as long as the Warmaster can use this to turn the tide, it's only a matter of time before the Fallen Angels retain a layer of access.

Marglas nodded to the Terminator behind him.

The Dark Mechanic's accompanying technicians walked toward the altar of control.

Several fallen angels also stepped forward, preparing to unlock the core permissions that had been sealed for many years.

At that moment, a loud bang came from the outer layer of the hall.

boom!

A section of heavy gate was recessed from the outside.

The fallen angels and the black legion turned their heads simultaneously.

The second impact was even louder.

boom!

The door hinge broke.

Third tone.

The entire gate flew into the hall, leaving dozens of meters of sparks on the ground, and smashed over two Dark Mechanical Cult servants.

The sandstorm, along with the engine noise, rushed into the fortress.

A 15-meter-long heavy anti-gravity motorcycle crashed through the doorway, with the shattered remains of an automatic turret still hanging on its adamantium ram.

The car was parked at the entrance of the lobby.

Xiong Da stood on the footrest of the motorcycle, his five-meter-tall body clad in heavy armor, holding a giant power hammer in his hand.

Behind him, more Flying Bear motorcycles rushed into the outer corridor from outside the doorway.

The pale blue tail of the flame left a trail of light in the ancient hall.

Further behind, there was the Dark Angel.

They charged into the fortress through the sandstorm, their armor covered in sand.

The interrogating priest held up his scepter.

Deathwing warriors followed closely behind.

They spotted the fallen angel at a glance.

The fallen angels also saw them.

Ten thousand years of hatred came alive in that one look.

The interrogating pastor spoke in a very low voice.

"The Fallen."

Seraphim's lips twitched slightly beneath his hood.

"The unforgivable."

As the two titles were uttered, the dust storm in the hall seemed to pause for a moment.

Xiong Dacai didn't care about these old scores.

He glanced at the Black Legion Terminator, Abaddon's second-in-command, the Dark Mechanicus Technician, and the Void Claw Control Core that was being lit up.

Then he grinned, and his voice boomed like thunder.

"The fallen angels are yours!"

"Leave these chaotic scum to us!"

After saying that, he raised the power hammer and pointed it at Margras.

"Flying Bears!"

"Smash them!"

The muzzles of five hundred Flying Bear motorcycles lit up simultaneously.

The Dark Angel completely ignored the Black Legion.

The interrogating priest raised his scepter, his voice sounding as if it had been honed from a ten-thousand-year-old dark prison.

"In the name of the Lion King."

“Capture these traitors.”

Seraphim raised his staff, and ancient psionic energy shone in the crystal at the top of the staff.