Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Calling him "Dad" won't help.

Lawson interrupted him, walked to the edge of the teleportation array, and glanced down at the severed foot that was still inside the array.

"You almost got away, you old geezer, you're really tough."

Huron gritted his teeth, the excruciating pain in his broken foot causing his facial muscles to twitch uncontrollably, yet his voice still carried the ferocity of the Red Pirate King.

"Vashtor will not let you go."

"The Four Chaos Gods will tear your soul to shreds! You stole my ship, destroyed my Great Whirlpool, and now you dare to board the Ark of Doom..."

"Speaking of your ship."

Lawson interrupted him directly, his tone suddenly becoming more relaxed.

"The Destroyer Ghost is really good."

"The ship is big enough and comfortable to live in. You know what, the captain's cabin is quite spacious after the renovation, and the bed is big too. I slept very well."

Huron's face twitched violently.

"Losen!!!"

"Don't rush, there's more."

Lawson continued, "I've also looked through your collection that you've accumulated over hundreds of years in the Great Vortex."

"The gene seed bank, the Eldar soulstone, the STC, and those black market routes, slave ledgers, and arms depot coordinates that you hid like your lifeblood have all been a great help to me."

Lawson patted Huron on the shoulder.

"thank you."

Huron was so angry that he was trembling all over.

“You… bastard of the Empire…”

"I will wait for you in the warp. You will die sooner or later, you will be torn apart by the four gods sooner or later, you will..."

"It's bound to happen sooner or later, we'll talk about it then and there."

Angron's battle axe swept across his neck, and Huron's head flew up, spun in mid-air, and finally crashed into the runes of the teleportation array.

The next instant, the psychic tentacles of swarm thinking pierced Huron's still-warm brain.

Memory, voiceprint, tone of voice, verbal tics, command habits, commonly used code words, and the internal communication protocols of the ominous Ark Fleet were all disassembled, read, and reassembled within four seconds.

Huron's lifelong accumulation of cunning, ruthlessness, and fleet command experience was swept over by swarm thinking in the seconds after his death, like flipping through a tattered manual.

Lawson walked to the bridge communications station.

He reached out and connected to the command channel of the Ominous Ark fleet.

After a brief period of static, the voice of the ruthless Huron came through the communication channel.

"All Ominous Arks, heed my command! The Imperial Fleet has committed its reserves; the front lines cannot hold out any longer."

Someone immediately responded in the channel: "Sir? Your flagship just lost contact, our formation..."

Did I tell you to ask?

Lawson's tone was no different from that of the real, heartless Huron.

"Enough talk, move according to my orders. Third and Fifth Arks, turn around immediately and circle around the planet's shadow side to coordinates 7-22-Alpha to cut off the Imperial reserve's retreat. Second Ark, continue to hold the front and don't let the Imperials see any openings."

There was a moment of silence on the channel.

"Sir, this will create gaps in our crossfire."

"Are you teaching me how to fight?"

There was immediate silence on the other end.

Lawson glanced down at Huron's head on the ground, his lips twitched slightly, and then he continued to give the order in that chilling voice:

"Lossen has already committed his reserves; he thinks I'll be led by the nose by a wrecked ship."

"Then let him think that way."

"The third and fifth arks will flank him and cut off his rear. The second ark will advance two hundred kilometers and bite him head-on. Whoever is a step slower, I will personally stuff him into the devil engine and burn him."

This time, no one questioned it anymore.

"Yes, my lord."

The third and fifth ominous arks began to turn.

Their massive hulls traced slow, heavy arcs along their tracks as they broke away from their original positions of mutual cover and moved toward the planet's shadow side.

With this movement, the formation broke apart.

The intertwined firepower of the three Ominous Arks was torn apart like a rag with its key thread pulled by Lawson's gentle tug in Huron's voice.

Only the Second Ark remained to withstand the Imperial fleet's fire from the front.

Lawson continued to issue orders.

"The Second Ark, push forward two hundred kilometers, and press right in front of the Imperial front."

The Second Ark commander's voice came through the channel: "Sir, this distance is too close. If the Empire fires a broadside volley..."

"I said, push forward."

Lawson's voice suddenly turned somber.

"Get on top of them and draw their firepower from the front."

"As ordered."

The second ark began to move forward.

Standing on the bridge, littered with corpses, Lawson watched as the three Ominous Arks on the tactical projection moved step by step from their optimal positions according to his orders, and a cold smile finally appeared on his face.

This distance is within the optimal firing range of the Huron's broadside heavy guns.

Lawson, using swarm intelligence, issued the real order: "Hurron, broadside salvo."

The entire broadside firepower of the Huron was unleashed on the bow of the Second Ominous Ark in the same second.

The macro cannon, the light lance, and the improved torpedo all hit simultaneously.

The shields of the Ominous Ark were breached, the bow armor shattered under concentrated fire, and the outer layer of protection of the Demon Drive Core was torn apart.

The second ark began to veer out of control.

Meanwhile, the third and fifth arks reached coordinates 7-22-Alpha.

What awaited them was the full firepower of the Candle Dragon Legion and the pre-arranged gravity net.

The moment the two arks leaped into the ambush zone, the gravity net activated, suppressing their engine output by sixty percent.

The warships of the Candle Dragon Legion opened fire from three directions.

With its port engine destroyed, the massive ship lost its balance and began to drift toward the Fifth Ark.

The two ominous arks were unable to evade the gravity net in time.

They collided.

The Candle Dragon Legion continued firing.

On the front, the out-of-control Second Ark was completely breached by the crossfire of the Huron and the Unforgiven squadron.

All three ominous arks have lost their fighting capability.

On the bridge of the Unforgiven squadron, Nakir watched the rapidly changing situation on the tactical projection and remained silent for a long time.

From the moment he appeared to the moment he took control of the orbital situation, it took less than half an hour.

Ground battlefield.

After the orbital situation reversed, the battlefield on Dragon Spirit Star was plunged into a true storm.

The Raptor fighter jet formation was the first to enter the atmosphere.

Sixteen Raptors swooped down in formation, their precision-guided munitions eliminating the chaotic heavy firepower positions one by one.

After the Raptor cleared the high ground, the roar of its engine could be heard from low altitude.

Three hundred Flying Bear motorcycles charged into the battlefield, smashing through the Chaos infantry lines, their onboard weapons aimed at the Demon Engine and the Iron Skeleton Beast, picking them off one by one.

Behind Flying Bear, static force fields spread across the battlefield.

The battle sequence appeared from a silver-gray light curtain, followed by 30,000 XV8 Cornerstone Combat Suit units.

They followed Xiong Wei into the battlefield.

The gray-painted mechs deployed their firepower in groups of three: pulse cannons swept through infantry, small missile magazines were used to target armored targets, and fusible short tubes were reserved for close-range threats.

Xiong Wei tore open the gap in front, and XV8 widened the gap into a breach from behind.

When the five-meter-tall bear guards charged into the Chaos front, the enemy's attention was completely drawn. Their behemoth-like figures, tower shields, and power hammers were a threat that any commander had to deal with first.

While they were busy dealing with the Bear Guards, the XV8 combat suit squads used intense firepower from the flanks and rear to strip away their support units, firing positions, and reserves layer by layer.

The Chaos Space Marines attempted to organize a counterattack, but the speed and precision of the advancing battle formations far exceeded their ability to respond.

A squad of World Eaters attempted to charge with chain axes, but six XV8s simultaneously focused their fire, pinning them to the spot.

…………

Lawson always kept a portion of his attention on the battlefield.

The Lion King and Bellaco had been fighting in the middle of the ruins for more than twenty minutes.

The battlefield on Dragon Spirit Star was completely destroyed by them.

Leon Al Johnsen gripped the greatsword, its blade heavy and precise, and Bellac took one of the blows head-on.

The demon sword clashed with the greatsword, exploding in crimson flames, sending rubble from half a block into the air.

The massive body of the First Shadow slid back several meters, its claws carving two charred furrows in the ground, while the Lion King's sword, pressing down with it, cleaved a deep, bone-revealing wound in its chest.

Black blood gushed out!

The next second, rotting flesh and shadows emerged from the wound, forcibly stitching the torn body back together.

Bellac grinned: "Leon, your sword is too slow!"