Warhammer: Empire Reboot

For Lawson, who was engaged in a multi-front war, this was more useful than simply capturing a few cruisers.

Immediately afterwards, the live metal count was completed.

The Walter Tomb World recovered over 126,000 liters of living metal.

Some of them came from the remains of necromancers and immortals, some from tomb repair structures, and some from dismantled noble guards and tomb sorcerer cores.

This is another great harvest.

"The undead are indeed richer than the chaos."

T-001 reported: "The camouflage for this operation has been completed. The remnants of key surveillance equipment in the Vol's Tomb world, fragments of battlefield camouflage, and traces of spell burning all point to the Thousand Sons' second invasion."

"Have the infiltrators been completely eliminated?" asked Lawson.

"Ninety-nine point seven percent have been evacuated."

"Take it and leave," Lawson said.

The Necromancer Dynasty in Space is something you can just take advantage of once.

Planting your flag in someone else's tomb is like forcing a necromancer overlord to lock his hatred onto you.

Lawson has no shortage of enemies now.

What he lacks is the opportunity to let the enemy fight the enemy.

And the Thousand Sons Army is perfect for taking the blame.

Seventeen hours later.

Approaching the world of the tomb, Locke.

In a throne room buried deep beneath the mantle, green light gradually illuminates layer by layer.

The core of consciousness, which had been dormant for a long time, began to reorganize.

The first thing to restore is the memory index.

Then comes the dynastic lineage.

Next comes the self-designation, territory coordinates, a list of attached tombs, and a record of the most recent external intrusion.

When Somtatech awoke, the first complete scene he saw was the secondary shrine of the Vol's Tomb being torn apart by the Thousand Sons.

Blue-gold power armor.

Psychic Flame.

Red Warrior.

A wizard with a thousand children put the key fragments, which had taken the form of a jar, into a sealed box.

The second scene shows the "Thousand Sons Terminator," also painted in blue and gold, returning to the depths of the tomb, destroying the resurrection node, removing the dimensional anchor, and slaughtering the undead warriors who have not yet fully recovered.

The Thousand Sons Legion continued their plundering.

The Thousand Sons Legion emptied the tomb.

The Thousand Sons destroyed the property of the Vol dynasty.

Somtatech's consciousness stabilized within the throne.

This undead overlord's body was supported by a tall, living metal king's body, with long-lost dynastic patterns engraved on his shoulder armor, and a crescent-shaped war scythe in his hand.

Bright green flames ignited in his eye sockets, and dozens of mechanical servants in the throne room knelt down in response.

Somtatech issued the first command to the throne room.

"Awaken the Locke Fleet."

Beneath the throne, the sleeping agreements were gradually dismantled.

The giant burial port deep within the mantle has begun to open.

One after another, the space necromancer warships broke free from stasis, cold green energy illuminating their spines. Scythe-shaped harvesters, graveyard cruisers, doomsday ark squadrons, and numerous small raiders slowly rose from the dormant dock.

The second order was then issued.

"Lock onto the Thousand Sons Legion's warp trail."

The actual flight path left by the Kahmut Catastrophe Fleet when it left, combined with the traces of the secondary invasion fabricated by the Lurkers, points to the same conclusion.

"They stole my grave."

Somtatech stood on the flagship's throne, looking at the marked route of the Thousand Fleet on the star map.

"Catch up with them."

"Reclaim everything that belongs to the dynasty."

"Engrave Qianzi's name on the list of debtors."

The cold green fleet tore through the void and chased after the direction in which Kahmut's calamity fleet had departed.

P.S.: 1.2 words updated today.

Chapter 219 Framing and Fishing in Troubled Waters

Inside the Ominous Ark of the Thousand Sons Legion, Kahmut stepped off the teleportation array.

"Has the War General's dog arrived yet?"

A low-ranking wizard of the Thousand Sons lowered his gaze: "They are already waiting at the temple. Dragos, a veteran of the Sixteenth Legion."

On the other side of the temple, the heavy clatter of terracotta boots drowned out the hydraulic roar of the Mechanicus.

Dragos stopped twenty meters away.

His black power armor, engraved with chaotic eight-pointed stars, was draped with a tattered cloak made from the flag of an Imperial officer.

"thing."

Dragos extended a glove studded with brass spikes.

Kahmut gave him a cold look.

"Qianzi just awakened the entire world of the Vol's Tomb for this fragment. You should be glad that we've still made it out of the Tomb of the Dead alive."

"That is your oath to the war commander."

Dragos stepped forward, spreading his palms wider. "I'm only responsible for bringing the item back to the designated coordinates. Now, give it to me."

The Dark Mechanic priest, Morger, wisely cut off the secondary beeping of the calibration instrument, and the eyeballs of the three mechanical skulls shifted uneasily between the two.

Kahmut raised a finger, and the wizard beside him stepped forward carrying a black stone box sealed with layers of psionic runes.

Dragos snatched the box, and at the same time pulled out a black iron plaque engraved with the Eye of the Warlord from his waist and slapped it on the box lid.

The eye on the token lit up, then emitted a halo of dark red gears representing Vashtor's certification.

The red light is stable, and the echo is accurate.

Dragos reclaimed the token: "Confirmation received."

"Then, from this moment on, the life and death of this fragment is a matter between you and Zhan Shuai."

Kahmut slowly dusted the ashes off his robes. "The mission of the Thousand Sons Legion is now complete."

"The War General will remember Qianzi's loyalty." Dragos sneered and turned to walk towards the teleportation array.

Both sides knew that the "loyalty" and "truthfulness" in that statement were worthless.

Chaotic alliances are cobbled together with mutual distrust and a plan to stab each other in the back at any time.

"start up."

"Dragos commanded, his left hand gripping the black stone box, his right hand already on the handle of the chainsaw axe.

Four Black Legion guards surrounded him at the core.

Father Morger's tentacles tapped rapidly on the control panel.

"Coordinates verified. Target: Vashtor First Relay Furnace. Expected to penetrate the reality screen in thirty-seven seconds."

The twelve brass obelisks at the edge of the teleportation array lit up one by one, and the dark purple warp light began to lick Dragos's boots.

Outside the array, several slave laborers acting as living batteries began to convulse violently and foam at the mouth.

[Sixteen seconds to go.]

The purple light in the center of the teleportation array suddenly twisted violently, like a snake being strangled.

The gear runes on the obelisk emitted a grating grinding sound.

"Warning! Node deviation!"

Dragos whirled around. "What tricks are you playing, you gear maggot?"

"It's not a problem with our ship's formation!"

Moerger's mechanical eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "The relay furnace base rejected our handshake protocol! The target returned a conflict checksum!"

Dragos strode out of the teleportation array and grabbed one of Morgo's main mechanical arms.

"The Warlord's token is in my hands, and Vashtor promised absolute access. Now you're telling me the door can't be opened?"

"A forced restart will cut you into pieces... We suggest you move the target out first..."

"Fix it! Now!"

Dragos roared and with a burst of strength, ripped the mechanical arm off the control panel.

Electric sparks sprayed all over Morger's face.

The surrounding Black Legion guards let out a low chuckle.

Kahmut simply watched coldly.

Even if Dragos were torn to pieces by the teleportation array right now, he would still have a perfect reason to explain to Abaddon:

The debris has been handed over, and the responsibility for the accident lies with the receiving party and the transporting party.

Just as Dragos slammed the broken mechanical arm toward Morger, one of the Black Legion guards to his left rear moved.

The veteran remained quiet, with an old slash scar on his helmet and an Imperial Fist badge hanging from his shoulder armor as a trophy.