Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The quill in the other wizard's hand broke.

"The warning star is no longer suitable for betting."

The third wizard saw something deeper.

He saw Agrippina's black hole.

I saw a psionic network, independent of the warp, biting the Chaos Legion's throat on a real level.

"Evacuate."

The Thousand Sons Fleet did not notify any of its allies.

Intricate runes appeared on the outer side of the blue-gold hull.

The subspace rift opened at the bow of the ship.

Like a group of gamblers who sensed the table collapsing, they gathered their chips and left.

The Slaanesh faction is not slow either.

Several raiding ships belonging to the Palace of Pleasure are searching for a breakthrough on the outer edge of low Earth orbit, preparing to take advantage of the chaos on the Vigilant Planet to plunder nobles, psionicists, artists, and special offerings that can be presented to the Throne of Pleasure.

Information that Ash Velos, the Keeper of the Secrets, had been collared by Lawson had already spread among the Slaanesh demons.

Her capture, her fixed physical form, and her forced standing behind Lawson were a disgrace and a danger signal to the demon Prince of Pleasure.

Now that Abaddon has been defeated and the Soul of Vengeance has changed hands, the Slaanesh fleet immediately made a choice that best suited its own nature.

Preserve yourself and seek the next feast.

On the command deck of a purple-gold raider, the Chaos Lord, clad in a skinning cloak, gazed at the tactical diagrams and chuckled softly:

"This performance is now over."

"The warrior fell off the stage, and the main character has changed."

"Walk."

His adjutant asked, "The offerings from the Watchtower?"

"Leave it to those fools who haven't figured out the ending yet."

The fleet turned and plunged into subspace with a piercing shriek.

The Slaanesh followers have been completely evacuated.

Before leaving, they even fired a volley of harassing spears at a Death Guard fleet that was turning around.

The reason is simple.

They felt that the other party was blocking their way.

The Nurgle faction is much slower.

The Death Guard fleet, like a rotting reef, continues its slow advance.

Their hulls were bloated, their surfaces covered in pustules, rust, and fungal carpets, trailing a trail of green toxic fumes at their sterns. Many captains already knew of the Abaddon's demise, but they were in no hurry.

Nagou never likes to be in a hurry.

In their view, the planet still has infected areas, corpses, wastewater pipelines, and thousands of plague nodes that have not yet been completely eradicated.

War can be lost.

Corruption can continue.

The Death Guard lords even believe that as long as enough lesions are left, this world will eventually rot again.

The Khorne faction, on the other hand, reacted in a completely different way.

Several World Eater warships and Khorne warships were already in a frenzy of fighting.

They charged relentlessly along the Greenskin front, in the orbital boarding zone, and on the outskirts of the Imperial fleet. Abaddon was defeated? So what? A Warmaster lost an arm? What did that matter to them? As long as there was blood to shed, they would keep cutting.

Some of the steel warriors did not evacuate immediately.

They have already engaged in fierce fighting with the Imperial Fist's fleet and ground forces.

Iron Warriors dislike giving up a siege that has already begun, especially when the opponent is the Fist of the Empire.

Whenever these two blood feuding legions meet, their rationality is stripped away layer by layer, leaving only cold, hard hatred.

The Dark Mechanicus wanted to escape the most.

But they still have too much equipment, demon engines, corrupted knight transport platforms, and the half-finished Blackrock Crown delivery device that they haven't removed.

The fleet command was in complete chaos.

Someone wants to leave.

Someone needs to salvage the data.

Some people insist on reclaiming the Black Stone Crown.

Some believe that while the Empire's attention is drawn to the Vengeful Spirit, a final raid should be launched on the Blackrock Reserves.

Not to mention the chaotic and disorganized war factions.

When many war gang leaders heard about the retreat, their first reaction was to curse the messenger as a coward.

When they finally realized the situation was dire, they were bogged down by their allies, mercenary fleets, slave ships, and ground troops who were already looting.

This is the Chaos Alliance.

When things are going well, everyone can shout "Long live the war commander!"

When things are going against you, everyone should first consider their own situation.

Inside the core sanctuary of the Vengeance Soul, Lawson stood before the machine soul interface, which was still emitting black smoke.

The T-series has already taken control of the main navigation rights.

The ship still offered some resistance.

Some remnants of the Black Legion hid in the side compartments, some Dark Mechanicus priests tried to shut down the reactor branch, and a few demonic entities crawled into the flesh-and-blood pipes, screaming and cursing incessantly.

None of these things will affect the overall situation.

Lawson accessed the bridge using swarm intelligence.

The faceless leader of the Lurker battle group stood in the center of the bridge, with the corpses of several Black Legion officers at his feet.

The T-series main control unit was inserted into the bridge throne of the Vengeance Soul.

"Main gun array is available."

"The port side gun crew is 63% available."

"The availability rate of the starboard gun group is 71%".

"The availability rate of the light spear array is 47 percent."

"Torpedo decks No. 2, No. 4, and No. 7 were damaged."

"The IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) system has been overrun by bees."

Lawson looked at the outer tactical diagram.

The Chaos Fleet is splitting apart.

Some are fleeing, some are still fighting, and some who wanted to escape were blocked by friendly forces.

Some are still unaware that the Vengeful Spirit has changed hands.

"Turn the cannon around."

"Attack the nearest one first."

The Soul of Vengeance slowly turned around.

The hull of this ancient flagship still bears the paint scheme of the Black Legion, and the Eye of Horus on the bow has not yet been scraped off.

Its cannon muzzle is still the shape most familiar to the Chaos faction.

Therefore, when it began to turn, the nearest Chaos warships were not even alerted immediately.

A Dark Mechanicus transport cruiser is retreating.

Its cargo hold contained three half-finished Black Stone Crowns, as well as a large number of sacrificial containers used to contaminate the Black Stone strata.

When the captain received the signal for the Vengeance to turn, he assumed the flagship was preparing to cover their evacuation.

He pleaded hoarsely on the communication channel:

"Vengeance Soul, requesting fire cover. Cargo has Warmaster priority..."

The next second, the Vengeance Soul fired a salvo from its port side cannons.

Hundreds of heavy artillery shells streaked through the nearby void.

The Dark Mechanicus cruiser's void shield had barely lit up when it was overloaded by continuous bombardment.

The light spear then pierced the ship's hull.

The hull of the ship burst open.

The Blackrock Crown storage compartment was breached, triggering a chain reaction in the still unstable chaos device inside.

The entire cruiser was blown apart from the midsection.

The debris, resembling a torn mass of iron sparks, spread across the orbit of the warning star.

The gun barrels of the Vengeance continued to move.

The second target was a scarlet-painted Khorne warship strike cruiser.

The ship was charging toward the Imperial low-orbit defenses, its bow fitted with a heavy ram, and its deck teeming with berserkers ready to board.

They only realized something was wrong when they saw the Vengeance Soul fire.

The captain roared, "The war commander has betrayed us?"

No one could answer him.

The starboard macro guns of the Vengeance Souls opened fire.

The Khorne cruiser attempted to hold out.