Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The deputy priest coughed up water and blood.

"Heretical...The Emperor's Society..."

The black-armored warrior grabbed his tongue and slowly pulled out a piece.

"Your emperor is too far away."

He pressed the deputy priest's head back into the holy water pool.

Only when the struggle weakened did he pull the person out and, in front of several parish agents, twist it forcefully.

The sound of bones breaking was drowned out by the church's alarm bells.

The chip slipped out of the cuff.

Another black-armored warrior bent down to pick it up, twirled it between his fingers like admiring a candy, and then stuffed it into the mouth of a still-living agent.

The man shook his head in terror.

The black-armored warrior shattered his jaw with a single punch.

Chips, teeth, and flesh fell together into the cracks in the ground.

Then, the black-armored warriors set the chapel on fire.

The third location is the private data room of the Director of the Dockyard Tax Office.

This man was more cautious than many nobles.

His residence was converted into a small armored database, surrounded by blast doors, automatic gun turrets, gas nozzles, and family servo skulls.

When the attack occurred, he immediately cut off the external access, released thirty-six servo skulls, and ordered his guards to transfer him to an underground escape pod.

If it were an ordinary assassin, he would most likely survive.

If it were a mob, he could even sit in the data room and watch them get turned into mincemeat by the turrets.

But as soon as the explosion-proof door was lowered halfway, a scraping sound came from outside.

The Commissioner of Inland Revenue looked at the monitor.

In the surveillance footage, several armored warriors were standing in front of the door.

One of them lifted up the body of a guard who had recently died and pressed the body against the access control device.

Recognition failed.

The black-armored warrior seemed very disappointed.

He looked down at the corpse.

"How can you be so useless?"

Then, he tore off the corpse's head and stuffed it into the access control scanner.

The identification system issued a piercing warning.

Another black-armored warrior laughed as he stuck the molten bomb on.

boom!

The Commissioner of Taxation's expression changed.

He didn't wait for the second explosion; he immediately turned and rushed towards the escape boat.

He took half a step in, then stopped.

A black-armored space soldier sits in an escape pod seat.

The other person had their feet on the control panel and was fiddling with a noble's seal in their hand.

The Commissioner of Inland Revenue took a half step back.

Even at this moment, he maintained his negotiating instincts.

Who pays?

The black-armored warrior raised his explosive gun.

boom!!

The tax commissioner's upper body exploded, his flesh and blood covering the escape boat hatch.

The Governor's Guard Barracks have the strongest defenses.

Valerian has supported this guard for three generations.

They are a family-based armed force that has actually fought in battles. Many of them participated in the suppression of the Green Squad in the outer ring, the crackdown on the mining satellite riots, and even clashed with the remnants of Chaos in the ship graveyard.

When the first alarm sounded, the barracks commander immediately sealed off the inner ring of the tower, cut off the air bridge between the noble quarters, activated the automatic turrets, and had the heavy weapons squad occupy the angle between the stairwell and the helipad, while simultaneously sending a distress signal to the orbital fortress.

The distress signal was intercepted just half a second after it was sent.

Subsequently, the automatic turrets in the inner ring of the tower's tip area began to spin erratically.

Several turrets initially aimed at the external passage, but the next second, like servants corrupted by malicious whispers, they suddenly turned towards their own people.

The cannon muzzle lit up.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three armored vehicles in the front yard of the Guards barracks were directly penetrated, and their tracks, fragments of armor, and human remains were blown into the air.

Smoke and dust billowed up.

Laughter came from the smoke and dust.

The first black-armored warrior emerged from the smoke of the explosion with burning rags still clinging to his body.

His power armor was painted with a stained eight-pointed star, his breastplate was studded with several imperial prayers soaked in blood, and a chain of human bones hung from his waist.

He spread his arms and ran wildly into the hail of bullets from the guards.

"You dogs of the false emperor! Offer up your bones!"

He crashed headfirst into the first shield wall.

The guards raised their shields, and simultaneously thrust out their electric halberds.

The black-armored warrior let the two halberds pierce his abdominal armor, grabbed the shoulders of the foremost guard with both hands, and forcibly pulled the man out from behind the shield wall.

Click.

The guard's breastplate was crushed, and before he could even scream, the black-armored warrior smashed his face against it.

Blood splattered on his helmet.

He threw his head back and roared as if he had smelled alcohol.

More black-armored warriors rushed forward from behind.

Some dragged chainsaw axes, leaving sparks on the ground; others fired while shouting Abaddon's name; still others lifted up severed corpses and used them as shields to charge towards the firing positions.

confusion.

Brutal.

Like a nightmare spilled from the subspace.

One of the black-armored warriors even dragged a guard's corpse, tearing off the corpse's head and hanging it on his waist while using his other hand to stuff a molten bomb into the barracks' power supply line.

boom!

The entire eastern firing position was extinguished.

A chaotic aura churned in the air.

The helmet's loudspeaker blared laughter, curses, fabricated dark prayers, and battle roars.

"The War General is back!"

"Where are the nobles of this false emperor? We want to hear them cry!"

These sounds were captured by all the surveillance cameras in the Tower area.

It was overheard on a private channel belonging to an aristocrat.

The servants, attendants, and scribes who were fleeing overheard it.

Seventeen minutes later, the Governor's Guard barracks fell.

The front yard was littered with corpses.

An eight-pointed star was painted on the wall with blood.

The guard commander's helmet hung on the barracks flagpole, and the crushed distress signal was still stuffed inside.

Valerian Hearst's private study.

The governor reacted the fastest.

Valerian judged that the top of the tower could not be defended.

He first burned the private accounts, then grabbed three data keys, pulled out the family inheritance seal, and activated the emergency protocol under the desk.

The floor of the study room has cracked.

A small static conveyor rises.

This is one of the Hearst family's most sophisticated escape methods.

The teleportation destination is a private speedboat located outside the orbit.

Just as he was about to step inside, a metallic scraping sound came from the corner of the study.

Valerian stopped in his tracks.

A black-armored Space Marine stood beside the teleportation array.

He was taller than the soldiers in the barracks, with three dried-up skulls nailed to his shoulder armor and a string of noble badges hanging on his chest. The badges had just been torn from the dead, their edges still clinging to flesh.

The chainsaw spun slowly in the air, spraying droplets of blood onto the carpet.

Valerian stared at him.

“If you are Abaddon’s men, you’d better listen to me before you kill me.”

The black-armored warrior tilted his head, and a deep laugh came from the helmet's loudspeaker.