Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The interrogating pastor roared:

"Seal off the exits!"

The fallen angels had already prepared an escape route.

Several directional bombs simultaneously blasted open the side wall.

boom!

An old maintenance access road leading to the outer ring of the sandstorm area has been revealed.

The fallen angels took turns providing cover and quickly retreated.

The Dark Angel gave chase.

They didn't even apply to the Wartime Control Court.

For them, the fallen angels were right in front of them.

Everything else can come later.

Xiong Da watched them rush out and cursed.

"These green cans, can't they think of anything else besides clinging to old green?"

The T-series captain was on the phone, not even turning his head.

"Based on the current behavior sample, it is not possible."

Xiong Da was stunned for a moment.

"You can even respond?"

"After the theater-level interaction module is upgraded, I can do it."

"Then you should take fewer of those in the future."

"receive."

Outside the watchtower, the fallen angel rushed out of the sandstorm passage from the maintenance exit and ran right into the outer ring of bear guards blocking the way.

They wanted to escape during the sandstorm.

As a result, a group of even bigger troubles were standing outside.

Dozens of Xiong Weiqi blocked the passage with shields, anti-gravity motorcycles were suspended in mid-air, and hot melt cannons and heavy explosive guns were already locked on.

The fallen angel opened fire on the spot.

Xiong Wei retaliated with a backhand strike.

The Dark Angel chased after them from behind.

The three parties clashed again on the outer edge of the sandstorm.

Xiong Da was amused by the shared feed of the bees.

"Row."

"It's spacious outside."

"Hit him harder."

Lawson also witnessed this scene inside the wartime command house in Saint Harbor.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

The Lion King is notoriously difficult.

His descendants were the same.

The First Legion's internal affairs are like a tangled mess of old wire buried deep in the Milky Way; anyone who touches it will get pricked.

Lawson didn't care.

As long as the Void Claw is in my hands, let the dark angels and fallen angels curse each other's ancestors in the sandstorm.

The one who really needs to be dealt with is Abaddon.

Zhan Shuai's tricks kept coming one after another.

Black Stone Crown.

Teleportation raid.

Harken's fear declaration.

Void Claw.

A deal with fallen angels.

Every strike was aimed at the vital point of the warning star.

If this situation continues, Abaddon will likely come up with new hidden cards.

Lawson doesn't like being constantly challenged.

He wants to lure the person who set the questions down.

Then they flipped the chessboard over.

Lawson raised his hand, indicating that the cornerstone sequence should be connected to Calgary.

Calgary soon arrived at the Wartime Domination Court.

The Ultramarines had just emerged from a frontline command meeting; his armor still bore the marks of repairs made after the low-orbit fleet's retreat. Several uncooled welds remained along the edge of his chestplate, and the mechanical arm repair device had just been removed from his back.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a person lying on the ground.

Margras, Oathkeeper of the Black Legion. First Mate of Abaddon.

His helmet was half shattered, there was a clear, absurd palm-shaped dent on his face, his cheekbone was cracked, his breathing was weak, and he was still restrained by a static restraint device.

Calga looked at him, then at Lawson.

Lawson said:

"You caught this."

Calga paused for a moment.

"Did I catch it again?"

"Correct."

Lawson was very serious.

"You defeated Harken the Starslayer."

"You caught this one too."

"You are qualified."

Calga didn't know where to begin refuting him.

Waking up to find two Black Legion big fish in your stats is indeed a bit beyond the usual chapters of the Astartes Codex.

He glanced down at Margras.

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal."

What do you need me to do?

“Bring Abaddon down.”

Lawson stood in front of the star map and clicked on the location of the Vengeful Spirit.

“Abaddon won’t know the details immediately once the Void Claws fall into our hands.”

"But with his adjutant missing and the Black Legion's teleportation signals at the Watchtower disrupted, he'll realize sooner or later that the plan has gone wrong."

"We need to give him a more direct bait before he realizes what's happening."

Calga understood.

"I'll provoke him."

"Correct."

Lawson looked at him.

"Abaddon valued prestige."

"He can tolerate many tactical losses, but he can't keep letting the Black Legion's leadership be humiliated in front of the entire army."

“Harken is already on the flagpole.”

"The adjutant was once again publicly displayed."

“If you give him another reason, he will come down.”

Calgary pondered for a moment.

Abaddon wouldn't abandon his strategy because of a few swear words.

But the situation is different now.

The Void Claws project may have been exposed.

Harken is dead.

The adjutant was arrested.

The ground around the warning planet is gradually stabilizing.

The Imperial fleet retreated to its lower orbit, making it difficult for the Black Legion to swallow it whole for the time being.

If Calgar were to openly challenge them, demonstrating to the entire Chaos Alliance that the Warmaster's blade had not pierced the Vigilant Star, but instead had been broken in two by the Empire.

This would affect Abaddon's control over his allies.

This will affect the confidence of those war lords in the promises made by the war commander.

Especially in a structure like the Chaos Alliance, which is bound together by interests, fear, and prestige, public humiliation carries significant weight.

Calga nodded.

“I can try.”