Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Drachnien was held by the other severed arm, the sword eerily still.

Silence itself is dangerous.

This demonic sword contains a terrifying subspace entity.

Ordinary people can have their whispers enter their minds simply by getting close.

Lawson raised his hand.

Living metal flowed from the cuffs, transforming into two chains that bound Horus's Claw and Drachnien together with their severed arms.

In the distance, the static force field lit up.

Three T-series assassins arrived, and Lawson tossed two items over.

"Take it back."

"Purify and clean Horus's Claw. Use it on Er Gou."

"If you can subdue Draknien, then give him to the three dogs."

The T-Series captain caught the chain of attack, his data eye quickly scanning the magic sword.

"warn."

"This weapon has an extremely high subspace danger level."

"Contains an unknown high-level demonic entity."

"The success rate of purification cannot be estimated."

Lawson snorted coldly.

"If it can't be purified, then destroy it."

The T-series captain paused briefly.

"implement."

Of course, Lawson knew that Drachnion was not a good person to deal with.

Angron's black sword, Samniares, is still trapped in the black hole.

Destroying it directly would be too wasteful.

If a demonic sword of this caliber could be cleansed, it would be more valuable than dismantling ten Chaos Cruisers.

But no matter how good the weapon is, if it cannot be tamed, it will be a menace.

He is patient.

The black hole will slowly grind it down for him.

The blade of Drachnien finally emitted a very low hiss.

It was cold and damp.

ancient.

It carries a certain hatred for reality itself.

Er Gou looked down at the Black Legion champion he had just killed, then at Horus's Claw, a faint interest appearing in his eyes.

Lawson's attention has shifted.

The moment Abaddon was rescued by the four gods, the T-series tanks inside the Fortress had already activated Voidclaw low-power traction mode.

This doomsday weapon, a remnant of the dark age of technology, was brutally taken over by the T-series and was for the first time truly incorporated into Lawson's tactical system.

……

Deep within the fortress.

The gravity coils of the Void Claws light up segment by segment.

T-series assassins stood around the control altar, hundreds of data cables plugged into ancient interfaces.

Living metal, like silver-black roots, entangled the remaining authority pillars of the fallen angels and the temporary authorization slots of the Black Legion.

The Void Claw emitted a low rumble.

The outer layer of the sandstorm vortex suddenly contracted.

Like a giant eye, it narrowed briefly.

Above the Vigilant Star, gravity readings around the Vengeance Soul began to become abnormal.

The Warmaster's remains were dragged directly into the depths of subspace by the power of the Four Gods, and did not return to the bridge.

The Soul of Vengeance briefly lost its supreme commander.

On the bridge, before the Black Legion officers had recovered from the shock of the War Marshal's severed arm, Bird Diviner screamed.

"Gravity anomaly!"

"Ship attitude deviates!"

"Synchronous orbit lock failure!"

"The unknown traction source originates from the direction of a surface sandstorm vortex!"

The Dark Mechanicus priest immediately connected to the propulsion system.

"Thrust reverser engine activated."

"Posture correction".

"Preheating for subspace jump".

next second.

The entire warship was held in place by an unseen force.

The bow of the Vengeance Soul dipped slightly, and the long axis of the ship deviated from its original trajectory.

It resembles a giant beast with its neck bound by chains.

I want to break free.

But they discovered that the other end of the chain was nailed deep into the gravity of the entire planet.

Inside the Soul of Vengeance, alarms blared across all the decks.

The slave laborer screamed and fell to the ground.

Black Legion soldiers rushed to their battle posts.

The Dark Mechanic servant was thrown into the maintenance well.

On the main control panel of the bridge, a large number of runes turned red.

"Ship's warp axis deflected!"

"A forced jump could cause structural tearing!"

A Black Legion commander roared:

"Fix it!"

The mechanical priest emitted binary noise.

"Under repair."

A breath later.

"Repair failed".

"The external gravitational source is constantly changing."

But everyone on the bridge understood.

The Vengeance Soul has been captured.

……

Lower supply deck of the Vengeance Soul.

A Chaos veteran clad in old black Legion armor looked up.

He had an eight-pointed star engraved on his shoulder armor, several strings of counterfeit skull insignia hanging on his chest, and corrosion marks painted on his faceplate with subspace waste.

For the past few months, he has been serving as the temporary head of the ammunition handling team on the Vengeance Soul.

He's skilled at swearing.

He recited blasphemous prayers more fluently than many true Chaos believers.

They could even pinpoint which Dark Apostle preferred to nail failed laborers to pipelines.

No one doubted him.

Or rather, some people had doubts.

The man was later found dead inside a discarded heat pipe.

The cause of death was—

"He tried to steal the offerings, but his face was bitten off by a lowly demon."

The Vengeance Soul is too big.

The Black Legion is too mixed up.

Recently, various major factions, the Dark Mechanicus, the Traitor Slave Corps, the Sacrifice Corps, and the Demon Engine Maintenance Corps have been constantly boarding and disembarking the ship. The personnel on board are so diverse that even the Black Legion itself has to rely on branding and passwords to barely identify them.

The Lurker Chapter plunged into this chaos.

They were clad in chaotic armor.

The outer layer is coated with subspace waste.

They cursed all the warring factions except Abaddon.

Exchange torture techniques with the remnants of the Midnight Lord.

At this moment, the Soul of Vengeance was seized by the Void Claw.

All ships on alert.