Warhammer: Empire Reboot

P.S.: Sorry everyone, I'm late today. I only updated 10,000 words. I'll update more tomorrow.

Chapter 212 Right Hand: Horus' Claw, Left and Right: Angron Battle Axes

The flame is unleashed.

Countless images flashed rapidly in the depths of the cold sun.

The Chaos Fleet tore through the clouds, and a black fleet of warships pressed in from the sea of ​​stars.

The Vengeance Souls remained stationary on the synchronous track, like an iron coffin that had crawled back from the shadow of the Horus Rebellion.

The green trains crashed into the outer wall of the capital.

The engine roared.

The chariot was covered with skulls, iron teeth, and a jumble of red-painted iron plates.

The orc stood on the roof of the vehicle, firing wildly into the air with a crudely made gun.

Below the outer wall, the Astronautical artillery crew suffered from bleeding from their ears and noses due to the impact, and spent shell casings from their gun positions rolled all over the ground.

Beneath the barren earth, commoner princes emerged from pipes, sewage wells, and abandoned magnetic tracks.

A mixed-race person wields an industrial cutter.

Pureblood gene stealers climb in the shadows.

The contaminated militia opened fire from behind the Imperial defenses, and corpses and punctured water tanks littered the water supply pipes.

East Tolia, the Death Guard emerges from the wrecked ship.

The Geller plague seeped into the hive like a green fog.

Infected people filled the streets.

His skin cracked, and incoherent prayers escaped his throat.

The factory that once worshipped Om Messiah was transformed into a hellish furnace.

Hell brass flows in the ditch.

Slaves were hung from rune racks, and demon engines struggled beneath pillars of bondage, like a pack of steel beasts with their spines nailed down.

Finally, there was that duel.

Lawson stepped on Abaddon's chest, pressing the battle axe against his neck.

With this axe blow, a large piece of the chessboard of eternal war will shatter.

next moment.

Four subspace forces simultaneously ripped through reality.

Abaddon was forcibly dragged back to the Warp by the Four Gods.

The scene stops here.

The cold sun burns silently.

Lawson waited for a while.

"You saw it too."

"I almost killed that traitor Abaddon."

"As a result, the four gods themselves stepped in to rescue the people."

He spread his hands: "They have powerful backers, I don't."

The golden flame flickered slightly.

Like a sun weighed down by trillions of prayers, it reluctantly diverts a sliver of attention from the ashes of its golden throne.

Lawson continued, "I know you're busy."

"You have to maintain the Starlight, suppress the cracks in the throne, prevent Terra from exploding, endure a bunch of high lords defecating at your feet, and watch as your name is used as a universal rag to wipe it every day across the Empire."

“I know all of that.”

"The problem is, I'm guarding the Nakmonde Corridor for you in the shadows, and while I'm at it, I'm also retrieving Vigilant from the muddy mess of Chaos, Greenskins, cunning scoundrels, and Imperial bureaucrats."

"All four gods have entered the fray."

"I didn't expect you to personally help me kill people."

"But it's not too much to ask for some help, is it?"

The cold sun shuddered.

Lawson could sense that some kind of will had crossed the starlight, the golden throne, countless prayers, and the noise of the warp, and fallen into his black hole.

The next moment, something was pulled out from the depths of the black hole.

Claw of Horus.

After Lawson tore the weapon off Abaddon's arm, it was sealed inside the black hole and slowly worn down.

Lawson's heart skipped a beat.

The Emperor's Society has a lot of things to offer.

Genetic engineering, psionic creation, weapon modification, ancient Terran alchemy, Primarch projects.

Fortified craftsmanship, a remnant of the Golden Age technology.

If he's willing to deal with the Claw of Horus, then this thing is definitely more than just something to be purified.

Horus's claws sank into the depths of the cold sun.

Lawson felt a very complex emotion.

Disgust, nostalgia, anger.

There is also a kind of weariness that seems to have been burned away by the years.

That wasn't for Lawson.

It was for this weapon, which once belonged to Horus.

He was the emperor's proudest, yet most disappointed, son.

Horus's Claw is reforged in golden fire.

Several claw blades were first burned until they became transparent.

Then, fine gold lines extend from the base to the tip of the blade.

The wolf's head and traces of chaos on the back of the claws were gradually smoothed out, revealing a more ancient line.

That wasn't the Black Legion's arrogance.

It is not the old emblem of the son of Horus.

Instead, it's a colder, harder texture that's closer to the trial itself.

The Storm Bomb Gun's structure has been redesigned.

The ballistic pipelines have become more compact.

The filling slot features an interface that allows connection to living metal and Imperial Gold Fire.

Small runes appeared at the base of the claw blades.

The runes are neither High Gothic nor Mechanicus binary prayers.

They are more like imperial marks that Lawson cannot understand, but can sense the meaning behind.

Kill the traitors, sever the chaos, and protect humanity.

Soon, the Claw of Horus drifted back from the depths of the cold sun.

It fell back into the Rosen black hole.

Lawson is currently in a black hole projection state, so he can't test it carefully.

He simply said, "Old man, wait for me a moment."

"I'll be right back."

The next moment, consciousness returned to reality.

Inside the Royal Court, Lawson opened his eyes.

Er Gou immediately looked over.

"boss?"

Lawson raised his hand.

Horus's Claw emerges from the stasis.

It has changed.

The original Claw of Horus was dark, heavy, and full of symbols of rebellion.

Even without being activated, it evokes images of Istvan, the Siege of Terra, and the father-son battle on the Horus flagship that determined the fate of humanity.

It is still huge now.

Still ruthless, still a Primitive-level killing machine.

However, the black body has been transformed into a texture of interwoven dark gold and deep iron.

The edges of the claw blades have golden fire patterns, like the cracks in a cooled star.

The black Legion insignia added by Abaddon disappeared.

Only a minimalist gold crest of judgment remains.

As the five claw blades opened, a slight whistling sound was cut through the air in the hall.

Lawson put on the Claw of Horus.

Living metal spread across his arm and quickly connected to the newly modified interface.

Horus's Claw trembled slightly.