Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A Chaos Space Marine charged toward the Ghost Guard, wielding a chainsaw axe and roaring a battle cry dedicated to the dark gods.

The Ghost Guardian did not respond, but raised the Ghost Cannon and fired a single shot that pierced through his chest and the power pack on his back.

More Chaos Warriors charged forward.

Ghostly guards formed a line, blocking the entrance to the inner residential area.

Lysani, accompanied by several Crimson Moon riders, swept past them from the flank, crushing the cultists who were trying to flank them.

For a brief minute, the third parking ring seemed to have stabilized.

Then, a second breach was created.

A larger landing module smashed through the Ninth Rider's Garage.

This time, those who rushed out were Slaanesh followers draped in purple leather and metal hooks and chains.

They were followed by a group of twisted demons.

Those demons were nimble, swift, and cruel, their scimitars and grappling hooks aimed specifically at the Soul Stones on the chests of Eldar warriors.

Lysani witnessed a low-ranking clan warrior have his breastplate ripped open by a Slaanesh demon.

The soldier is still alive.

But the demon's slender fingers had already grasped his soul stone and pulled it outwards.

The warrior's screams caused the Eldar in the entire passage to momentarily pause.

The ghost guards turned and opened fire.

The demon was shattered by the Nether Cannon.

But the Soul Stone shattered.

In the instant it shattered, a purple beam of light pierced the anchorage ring from the direction of the Slaanesh fleet in the distance, like a hook, dragging away the soul of the Eldar warrior.

Saen's Soulstone vibrated gently against her chest.

She pressed it down with her hand.

“I’ll take you back to the Ancestral Shrine,” she whispered. “I won’t let them touch you.”

At that moment, even worse news came from another part of the Ark.

The Dark Eldar have appeared.

They didn't come out of the Chaos Landing Pod.

They crawled out from the crack in the net.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the outer psionic barrier of Saim-Han, groups of Comorian raiders leaped out from several network tunnels that should have been sealed off.

They piloted poison-blade boats and raider boats, rushing into the living dome and medical corridor at the edge of the Ark.

They came to take people away.

When a refuge passage for a mid-level clan was opened, it was crowded with civilians who had not yet been completely evacuated, the wounded, and the Soulstone escort team that had just recovered from the Void Battlefield.

The Dark Eldar's net guns landed first.

A transparent net with barbs covered more than a dozen young spirits, and the paralyzing toxin instantly pierced their skin.

An elderly man named Saim-Han drew his short blade and lunged at the raiders.

He was easily evaded by a witch, then had his knees slashed open and was dragged away alive.

The Dark Eldar like this kind of time.

Pain, fear, and despair are everywhere.

For the slave hunters of Comoros, this was a feast.

Saim-Han reacted quickly.

The warriors of the Night Tide Clan were the first to return to reinforce the Netway Branch Road.

They used jet motorcycles to rush into the interior of the dwelling dome, chasing the raiding ships close to the Spirit Bone Tower.

Several Dark Eldar attempted to escape back to the Netgate with their captives, but their propulsion system was shattered by a Star Dart Cannon, sending them and their ship crashing into the Dome Lake.

Just as the Night Tide Clan warriors were about to leave, the Dark Elf Clan circled back and kidnapped three girls, who were screaming.

This made Saim-Han's defense even worse.

In the void, the outer fleet is locked in a fierce battle with chaos.

On the ark's outer shell, clan warriors and the Chaos landing forces fought a bloody battle.

The Dark Eldar took advantage of the chaos to abduct their own kind.

The Prophets must simultaneously maintain the psionic barrier, resist the Slaanesh's song, seal the rift in the web, and support the outer fleet.

Ilanser is still calling for reinforcements.

Usvi, Iyanden, Beyetan, Aletok, and more in the Ark world.

More Ranger Networks, more clandestine network nodes.

The distress signal was sent through psychic energy, web echoes, and ancient secret messages between arks.

But the response has been slow to arrive.

The chieftains of Saim-Han began to get impatient.

"Usvi hasn't responded?"

"Where is Iyanden?"

"The Rangers of Aletoc should at least send a reply."

“The network nodes are being interfered with,” Ilanser said. “And… there’s fear.”

Nobody wants to admit it.

But everyone knows that while the Eldar are united, they are also divided.

Each Ark world carries its own people, its own Soul Stone Treasury, and its own future.

Faced with six fleets of Omens, the Slaanesh, the Chaos Legion, and the struggle for the unknown key, any reinforcements must consider whether they might drag their own ark into destruction.

But the galaxy won't stop just because they ask for help.

In the eighteenth hour, the outer second maneuver ring was lost.

In the nineteenth hour, the third mooring ring was breached again by chaos.

In the twentieth hour, the Dark Eldar abducted over three hundred wounded soldiers and two crates of Soul Stones that had not yet been delivered to the Ancestral Temple from the Seventh Network Path branch. The Night Tide Clan pursued them, destroying four raiding ships, but failed to recover all their members.

In the twenty-first hour, the first wave of undead fleets arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

Space looked as if it had been sliced ​​open by a cold-colored blade.

Beams of green phase light illuminated the flanks of the Chaos fleet. Not all of Somtathek's crypt fleet had arrived; they had been damaged in the earlier battle in the Karathos Shattered Star Belt, but the undead fleet still maintained a terrifying order.

They are tracking key fragments.

The fragment that was disguised, stolen, moved, and finally placed near Saim-Han was, in Vashtor's eyes, part of the key to godhood.

In Somtatech's eyes, it was a dynastic relic stolen from the world of the Vol's Tomb.

On a deeper level, its fluctuations are related to the legacy of the ancient saints.

For the Necromancers of the cosmos, the Ancient Ones are old enemies from the War of Heaven.

No ancient sacred heritage, no key that can unlock the seal of unknown dimensions, should fall into the hands of the Eldar, Chaos, or any flesh-and-blood race.

Somtatech doesn't need to know whether Saim-Han is innocent.

All he knew was that the scent of relics from the Voll tomb lingered here.

Qianzi took it away.

Later it appeared near the Eldar.

Chaos is also vying for it.

Then everyone is a thief.

The undead fleet opened fire.

The first green beam of light struck the flank of the Chaos Fleet.

A Red Corsair cruiser was suppressing an Eldar light naval formation when, in the next second, its bow was pierced by a whip of necromantic particles. A Gaussian stripping beam swept across its side, shearing away layers of turrets and deck.

"Necromancer!"

"The Graveyard Fleet!"

"They're attacking from the flank!"

Vashtor's tracking furnace immediately turned around, attempting to lock onto the undead fleet.

This made the situation for Saim-Han even worse.

The necromancer fights the chaos.

They also fought the Spirit Race.

A Spirit cruiser was dodging Chaos Cannon fire when it was locked onto by a Necromancer raider.

A green Gaussian beam swept across, peeling away its port side skeleton, causing the ship to spin out of control.

Horace cursed angrily.

The necromancer will not open a communication channel to inquire whether Saim-Han is innocent.

They can scan, lock, fire, and recover.

Soon, the undead also descended upon the outer layer of the ark.

A squad of undead warriors appeared directly near the third mooring ring via phase teleportation.

They appeared in very precise locations.

It is not far from the Chaos Breach and is also close to the Spirit Race Soul Stone Recycling Channel.

A Spirit warrior who was fighting against Chaos turned around and saw a green light appear. Before he could fire, he was struck by Gauss's stripping spear.