Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Blackheart Huron is now the de facto vice commander of the Black Legion.

His tactical style was completely different from Abaddon's. Abaddon liked to use brute force to overcome skill, while Huron preferred to use skill to overcome brute force.

Huron used the heavy firepower of the Ominous Ark to pin the Unforgiven squadron to its orbit, then directed the light ships to maneuver around the planet's shadow side, cutting off the Imperial fleet's warp jump routes one by one.

After six hours, the Unforgivables fleet had lost four cruisers and seven frigates.

Nakiel knew he was losing because the situation was a dead end; a fish that has jumped into a pocket can only exhaust itself by struggling.

The Great Stone Monastery is located deep within the star system on the other side of Dragon Spirit Star.

If his fleet withdraws, the main force of Chaos will advance unimpeded.

"Grand Master, Ravenwing Company flagship 'Flawless Justice' reports enemy boarding action."

"At least three companies of Chaos Space Marines, whose command signals are identified as the Red Pirate Banner."

Huron went himself.

The Flawless Justice is the core warship of the Ravenwing Company, storing a vast amount of reconnaissance data and encrypted communication nodes. If it were captured…

Is Grand Master Ravenwing on board?

"Not there. The Grand Master led the mobile squad to the 'Dark Oath' two hours ago."

At least no one died, but the next piece of news made Nakir's face turn completely grim.

"The Imperfect Justice's warp engines are overloaded; they're detonating them!"

Unable to find Grand Master Ravenwing, Huron opted for the most violent solution: blowing up the entire ship.

The Flawless Justice disintegrated in a burst of purple-white light.

The explosion affected three Imperial frigates in the vicinity.

Their shields were instantly overloaded by the subspace energy impact, the hulls were twisted and torn apart, and debris and personnel were thrown into the void.

Nakir's fleet has lost four more ships.

The situation on the ground is even worse.

On the surface of Dragon Spirit Star, the Chaos Army is launching a fierce attack on the Dark Angels' ground positions.

The cultists spearheaded the attack, expending ammunition, while the Chaos Space Marines charged through the center, and the Daemon Engines and Ironbehemoths crushed them from the flanks.

But the real threat lies at the very front of the battle line.

Bellaco!

The First Demon Prince, the First Shadow, a creation forged by the Four Gods.

It is older than any single deity and more cunning than most Primarchs.

Vashtor prepared the Ark of Ominous Signs and Huron for Abaddon.

Vashtor prepared Bellaco for himself.

Bellacour's target was not the ground positions, but the direction of the Great Stone Monastery.

He needs to establish a sufficiently large warp anchor point on the ground so that Vastor's teleportation array can directly project power into the interior of the Great Stone Monastery.

The Dark Angels' ground forces have been holding him off for three hours.

Bellacos walked forward step by step, and with each step, a dark angel fell.

Nakil looked at the battle reports from the ground while in orbit, preparing for the worst.

If the ground positions are breached and Belakor establishes an anchor point, Vashtor's forces will appear directly inside the Stone Monastery. Then it will all be over.

Just then, the Eternal Vow's sensors detected a new subspace jump signal.

Nakir's heart sank. More reinforcements had arrived? How many more tricks did Chaos have up its sleeve?

The communications officer's voice interrupted his judgment.

"Grand Master, the jump signal is not a sign of chaos. The number of ships... is huge, and they are jumping out of the subspace."

At the edge of the Dragon Spirit Star System, space is torn apart.

The first ship to leap out was a warship of the commander class.

With a dark gray paint job and the Imperial double-headed eagle emblazoned on the bow, the weapon hatches on both sides of the hull are open.

Following closely behind were the Tyrant-class heavy cruisers, Gothic-class heavy cruisers, Luna-class cruisers, Killer-class cruisers, and dozens of frigates and transport ships.

On the bridge of the Unforgiven squadron, every Dark Angel officer turned to their sensor screen.

Nakir stared at the massive fleet that had suddenly appeared.

"Identification signal?"

"Analyzing, the signal header is identified as 'Imperial Dark Side Seal Holder's Direct Fleet'."

Nakil frowned.

The Dark Angel was wary of this person.

The power of the Seal Holder is too great, and his intelligence network covers an extremely wide area. The Dark Angel dislikes people with such extensive intelligence networks the most.

Before Nakiel could decide whether to welcome or be wary, full-band communication was forcibly accessed.

"Dark Angels Chapter, all Unforgivables, please take note."

"I am Lawson, the Dark Side Master of the Empire."

Nakiel's hand was on the communication shutdown button, but he didn't press it.

Because Lawson's next words made his fingers freeze.

"Your father is in my hands now!"

P.S.: 1.2 words updated today. I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, so updates might be a little late. Wishing all my brothers and family a happy and healthy Dragon Boat Festival!

Chapter 240 Kill Huron, Destroy the Great Demon, This is the Seal Bearer?

On every bridge of the Unforgiven squadron, the channels exploded.

"what did he say?"

"The one who holds the seal says... our father is in his hands?"

"What does this mean? A threat?"

"It can't be the Grand Master; the Grand Master is on the Eternal Oath."

"Is he crazy?"

Nakil stood on the bridge, his face ashen.

For the dark side of the empire to utter such words, they are either insane or saying something they dare not even imagine.

But if we trace the word "father" back to its most original meaning...

No! Could it be...?

Nakir suddenly froze, a possibility popping into his head.

On the flagship of Lawson.

The Lion King looked at him with a complex expression: "Seal Bearer, your ability to express yourself is truly unique!"

"Thank you for the compliment. Now it's your turn to speak."

Lawson handed over communication access to Lion King and took a step back.

The Lion King walked to the communications station.

His army is no longer the same as when he left.

The First Legion was split into the Dark Angels and dozens of Successor Chapters, collectively known as the Unforgiven.

They hunt down fallen angels and hide secrets, but they are still of his blood.

Lion King pressed the full-band communication button: "This is Leon Al Johnson."

His voice was forcefully injected into the Unforgivables squadron's channel via the swarm communication array.

"All loyal warriors of the First Legion, heed my command! From this moment forward, obey the tactical commands of Lawson, the Dark Hand of the Empire."

He released the communication button and turned to Lawson.

"He who holds the seal, this is your home turf."

The communication channel of the Unforgivables squad fell silent after the Lion King spoke.

On the bridge of the Eternal Oath, the communications officer wondered if he had misheard.

He turned to Nakil: "Grand Master...this voiceprint..."

"Go and compare them quickly."

Nakil reacted quickly: "Execute immediately."

The communication station's AI system initiated voiceprint analysis.

Deep within the relic chamber are sealed the Primarch's voice recordings from ten thousand years ago. Every Unforgiven Chapter has a copy, and they are kept as the highest-level relics.

The comparison takes four seconds.

For those four seconds, Nakil stood motionless in place.

He dared not think.

if it is real……

if not……

The result came out.

Match rate 99.7%

The remaining deviation of 0.3% indicates the cause: a slight frequency shift due to natural aging of the vocal cord tissue.

Nakiel stared at the set of parameters, clenching his fists in excitement.

"Let's have another match."