Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They participated in the expedition, and could kill, plunder, and hack chainsaw axes into the bones of the false emperor's subjects.

Let the four gods see their names.

After completing the mission, the Fantasy Warlord will also reward you with one of the Ominous Arks.

That's a mobile fortress.

It's something that even interstellar warlords would drool over in their dreams.

Even if they don't know what the key fragments are for, they are willing to throw their warbands into one meat grinder after another for that little bit of possibility.

The various factions that were attacked were even less likely to understand it.

To the commanders of the Imperial sector, it was like an unprecedented, illogical, chaotic catastrophe.

Today, a world-class shipyard in eastern Xinjiang was attacked.

Tomorrow, a ruined planet on the edge of the Storm Starfield will be hollowed out.

The day after tomorrow, half of the temple at a certain state religious holy site will be burned down, and only one "holy relic" whose origin no one remembers will be lost.

If this is a strategy, then its logic is buried too deep.

If this is madness, then it is too disciplined.

Most commanders don't have time to think.

People are dying every hour on the front lines.

The defenses are crumbling every day.

All they could do was cram more Astral Army, tanks, knights, and devouts into the shadow cast by the Ominous Ark, trying to hold off the monsters for even an hour longer.

But not everyone was blinded by the gunfire.

After several highly secret Inquisition outposts located on the edge of the star sector were precisely raided by the Cataclysmic Fleet, some people within the Inquisition finally sensed something was amiss.

Inquisitor Kotaz of the Holy Hammer Order pinned the coordinates of the attacks onto the tactical board.

The red line stretches from the eastern frontier of the Milky Way to the edge of the Storm Starfield, then winds around several dead star regions, passes through the vicinity of several ancient black stone ruins, and returns to several worthless abandoned worlds.

Kotaz stared at the lines for a long time.

A clerk hesitated and asked, "Sir?"

“Plundering wouldn’t jump like that.” Kotaz raised his hand, connecting a destroyed hive world with a desolate dead moon. “Neither would slaughter.”

He nailed on a new red label.

"They're looking for something."

Kotaz recalled what Abaddon had done in the past.

Many people used to mock the Black Expedition.

Attack after attack, retreat after retreat, failure after failure that seemed to have failed to completely destroy the empire.

Until Cardia fell.

Until the large fissure was torn open.

It wasn't until the Imperial high command that they finally realized that those seemingly failed expeditions had been gradually destroying the Blackrock Network, which suppressed warp forces throughout the galaxy, over an extremely long period of time.

Abaddon's ability to amass such a massive force, create strategic monsters like the Ominous Ark, and then unleash them across the galaxy with seemingly random attacks, suggests that the underlying patterns lie deeper within.

Kotaz secretly left the fortress.

On a desolate, dead moon, he met with his Eldar ally, with whom he had maintained a secret relationship for a long time.

The Eldar prophet disliked him.

He also disliked the prophet.

But they all know that before some disasters strike, aversion is a luxury.

A storm swirled gray dust across the surface of the Dead Moon. The Eldar prophet stood beside a broken obelisk, arranging several Soulstones in an arc.

The prophet saw a net.

A black net being gradually tightened from all parts of the Milky Way.

The fleet of calamities is the hook on the edge of the net.

Or drag the entire galaxy behind the door.

After hearing the prophecy, Kotaz only asked one question: "What's the next possible target?"

The prophet remained silent for a long time before giving him the coordinates of a ruined world.

It is located on the edge of the Storm Starfield.

Kotaz immediately mobilized his most elite investigation team to find out what the traitors were looking for before the disaster fleet arrived.

But the gears of fate often mesh in the most inopportune places.

Edge of the Storm Starfield.

A calamity fleet consisting of three Ominous Arks, a dozen heavy cruisers, and a large number of escort ships is anchored in an asteroid belt, calibrating its course.

Deep within the Ark, beneath the Soul-Guiding Pillar.

Hundreds of psionic slaves wearing demon helmets were strapped to iron frames, the helmet spikes still drilling deeper into their brains.

The Dark Mechanic Sage stood before the control panel, his mechanical fingers plucking at the pain feedback data, like tuning an overheated instrument.

Suddenly, the thinnest of the psionic slaves stiffened up abruptly.

His spine emitted a series of cracking sounds that shouldn't belong to a human body.

The runes on the helmet first lit up a dark red, then burst forth with a blinding blood-red light.

The signal strength continued to climb.

One of the machine servants' reading eyes exploded on the spot.

The psychic slave opened its mouth, trying to scream, but only spewed out shattered vocal cords and blood.

His hands twitched wildly within the restraint rings, his finger bones breaking one by one, yet he still desperately pointed in a certain direction.

"A high-intensity resonance source."

More psionic slaves began to convulse.

One helmet after another lit up with a red light.

When the three Ominous Arks of the Ogre Catastrophe Fleet simultaneously detected the resonance, all the Navigator Thinkers blared piercing alarms.

The target coordinates were displayed on the main screen of the bridge.

Agrippina, the main star.

On the bridge of the Ominous Ark, the Rotten Stomach, all sounds fell silent for a brief moment.

Even the flies seemed frightened.

Chaos Lord Guzog was trapped in the command seat.

The green light in his single eye flickered.

Agrippina.

Lawson's headquarters.

If any madman had dared to suggest he send his fleet to Agrippina a few months ago, or rather, before that disgraceful battle on Vigilant Star, Guzog would have personally ripped that fool's head off, stuffed it into a drainpipe, and left it to rot in the ship's stomach for a hundred years.

Who doesn't know what that place is?

Khorne's daemon, Angron, was torn to shreds there, even his divinity stripped away. Typhons, the chief chosen one of the Nurgle lineage, was dragged by Lawson like a dead dog before the entire galaxy for public execution, his swarm of destruction within him burned to ashes.

Tens of millions of demons, Chaos Space Marines, Plague Walkers, and traitor fleets were buried in the orbit and crust of that planet.

The current chaotic warlords secretly drew a scarlet fork on Agrippina's face.

"My lord."

Beside Gusog, an adjutant covered in the buzzing of flies spoke in a low voice.

“That’s Agrippina.”

“Losen has a complete orbital defense there, and even the War Marshal suffered a great loss at his hands.”

"Nonsense, I know where that is."

Guzog's hand slowly pressed down on the armrest.

“If I order the fleet to turn right now and pretend those brain-dead psionic dogs don’t smell anything, the overseers sent by Abaddon will be walking into this bridge within half an hour.”

He finally turned his head.

The fat split open on both sides, revealing a set of blackened teeth.

"Then cut off my head, stick it in the bridge entrance, and order the fleet to continue its journey to its death."

The adjutant shut his mouth.

Because Guzogg is right.

Fear is fear, and orders are orders.

Abaddon's overseer stood somewhere in the fleet, like a black dagger yet to be drawn.

Guzogg can find tactical excuses, but he cannot ignore the strong resonance of the key fragments.

The signal was especially strong this time.

More than twenty of the psionic slaves wearing demon helmets had already been burned to death, yet they were still convulsing and pointing in the same direction.

Deep within the main fortress of Agrippina.

There is an ancient casting hammer.

Relics of the Mechanical Church.

There are pieces of the key inside.

Guzog had no idea what the hammer was for.

He doesn't care either.