Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Then he lost four times.

Taiwa's right hand was bleeding, his left ear was bleeding, and there were three more scratches on the lining.

During his battle, his three Imperial Guards also fought two or three battles each.

The result was the same; they both lost, but they lost even faster, neither lasting more than two rounds.

Taiwa squatted down beside the weapon rack and put the longsword back on the rack.

He had a very bad feeling about it.

This suspicion made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't suppress it.

It is highly likely that the individual combat skills of all the soldiers in this military camp have surpassed those of the Imperial Guards.

But how could that be?

Er Gou, seeing Taiwa squatting blankly next to the weapons rack at the camp entrance, said to the guard beside him:

"Go tell the people over at the restroom to get a mop and gloves ready."

"Prepare four sets!"

Next, Tawar and three guards spent three months in the second training camp.

I fought for three months and cleaned the toilets for three months.

At the end of the first day, Taewa was still angry.

He viewed this as an insult, as a trampling of the authority of the Imperial Guard by the secret power holders, and as a desecration of the Terra Palace walls by Er Gou's foul mouth.

So he had to play every day from then on.

They call in the morning, at noon, and in the evening.

They didn't win a single game.

That night, he and three Imperial Guards cleaned the camp's toilets.

For a military outpost with 3,000 soldiers, the toilet wasn't a single room, but an entire clean area.

The combatants, fresh from the battlefield, were covered in blood, mud, putrid liquid, fragments of orc entrails, and remnants of Nurgle.

Four Imperial Guards who had never done this kind of work before had a unique experience.

Er Gou sneered, "Don't you guys like cleaning up pollution? This is a perfect job for you."

"Work hard, or you won't get any food."

In a camp of 3,000 people, the amount of toilet cleaning required far exceeded Taiwa's expectations.

But the four of them persevered despite their difficulties.

During the first week, Taiva picked different opponents every day, trying to choose larger and more ferocious combat assassins in an attempt to make up for his tactical disadvantage with his strength advantage. As a result, he couldn't beat any of them.

In the second week, he switched to smaller opponents, hoping to find a breakthrough with his speed, but he still lost.

In the third week, he stopped changing opponents and instead chose to fight the same person for seven days, trying to find a pattern by familiarizing himself with the opponent's moves. However, he didn't find a pattern and became even more frustrated. Losing to the same person for a week felt like an insurmountable mountain.

Taiwa finally realized that every seemingly insignificant soldier in this military camp was a monster.

Their physical fitness, combat experience, and combat methods far surpassed those of the Imperial Guards.

This greatly shocked Tawar's worldview.

He had always believed that the Imperial Guard was definitely among the top-tier combat forces in the Empire.

Besides the Primarch, it's them.

In the shadows of the empire, in this military camp, reality slapped them in the face again and again.

This also woke up the Imperial Guard company commander.

In the fourth week, Tawar stopped being angry and began to study and summarize his experience.

In the second month, Tawar began exchanging his daytime combat experiences with three other Imperial Guards at night.

They sat around in a small, cramped space in the corner of the training camp, where they were assigned to rest, and discussed each blow they had taken that day.

Taiwa and his brothers realized that losing every day might not be such a bad thing.

This means that there are 3000 people in this military camp with different styles, all of whom are better than them, serving as sparring partners every day.

The important thing is that they are making progress!

The only price to pay is cleaning the toilets every day.

In the third month, changes began to appear.

Taiwa still hadn't won a single game, and the combined wins of the four Imperial Guards were zero.

Their battles didn't last longer, and in fact, they were shorter, meaning they lost even faster.

But Taiwa could clearly feel that his combat skills had improved.

This is not contradictory; it only shows that these people in the military camp are all monsters.

Because they improve faster than I do!

On the last day of the three months, Er Gou moved four sets of golden power armor to the entrance of the training camp.

The armor has been repaired and has regained its original golden shine.

"Put them on."

"The boss means that the toilets have been cleaned enough, so let's move the punishment to another place. From now on, you will be responsible for guarding the outer perimeter of the Royal Court."

Taiwa's first reaction was that it was absurd!

He is the captain of the Royal Guard Shield Guard, one of the Emperor's closest guards, and is assigned to guard areas outside Terra.

That's absolutely impossible!

No one except the emperor has the right to have the Imperial Guards stand guard at the gates.

Three months ago, this suggestion would have made him draw his sword on the spot, ready to fight to the death.

Now, his temper is much better. After only two seconds of silence, he asked, "Don't we have the right to refuse?"

"Yes, our boss is the kindest."

Er Gou said, "You can either go clean the toilets in a 3-strong camp or go stand guard. It's your choice. That's what you call fucking democracy!"

In a fit of anger, the four of them, including Taiwa, became furious.

"How long do we need to stand guard? There has to be a time limit."

Er Gou laughed and patted Taiwa on the shoulder: "How long you stand is up to you. Whenever one of you four wins a game in the camp, you can go back to Terra anytime."

Taiwa understood. He bent down, picked up the set of golden armor, and put it back on piece by piece.

With each other's help, the three subordinates put on their respective armor.

The moment the armor was fastened, Taewa straightened his back.

"Let's go. As long as our hearts are with Terra, it doesn't matter where we stand guard."

Er Gou turned around and walked towards the direction of Tong Yu Ting.

Four golden-armored guards followed him through the corridors of the middle level of the hive city and arrived at the outer gate of the Supreme War Court of the Dark Side of the Empire.

Teva and his three companions stood by the gateposts, gripping the Guardian's Spears they had just retrieved, their movements as precise as if they had never left Terra's ceremonial procession.

From then on, four silent golden statues appeared at the gates of the Supreme War Court, the dark side of the Empire.

Anyone passing by will take a second look.

The fact that the Imperial Guard was stationed at the Empire's Dark Court was as bizarre as a counterfeit.

After the Lion King reclaimed the thirty-first planet, news of Lawson arrived.

Let him return to the Imperial Court to rest.

The Lion King had just finished clearing out the remnants of the Word Bearers across an entire galaxy and was still enjoying the victory when he was called back to rest, which made him somewhat unhappy.

But he would certainly give Lawson face.

He stepped into the stasis field activated by the combat sequence beside him.

In an instant, the sunlight of Saint Harbor on Vigilant Star fell on his face.

The Lion King had just stopped at the teleportation node when his gaze swept over the main gate of the Domination Court, and he stopped in his tracks.

Four tall figures stood on either side of the gatepost!

Golden Oramit armor, a straight Guardian Spear, standing motionless.

The Lion King's pupils contracted slightly, and in a daze, he seemed to have returned to Terra.

He hadn't seen that color in ten thousand years.

The Lion King stood there stunned for less than a second before walking over.

"What's going on? Why are you standing guard here?"

The moment Taiwa saw the person approaching, he immediately straightened his back.

"Your Excellency Lion King."

Taiwa gave a standard Imperial Guard salute, showing none of the arrogance he displayed when facing Lawson.

He briefly explained the situation.

The Brass Dragon Rebellion of Kasedur involved 320 newly recruited soldiers. The attitude of the Sealholder towards the matter, the subsequent conflict, being beaten, disarmed, stripped of their armor and thrown into the military camp for three months, cleaning toilets for three months, and then assigned to stand guard at the gate of the Royal Court.

He still insisted that the execution was correct, but his tone lacked the firmness it had three months ago.

The Lion King sneered after hearing this: "You all asked for it!"

"The one who holds the seal has spared your lives out of respect for the Emperor. So stand guard properly."

He said no more and turned to walk into the Royal Court.

Inside the Royal Court, Lawson was sitting behind a table brewing tea.

The Lion King pushed open the door and, before the other person could speak, started complaining himself.

"Master of the Seal, I was having a great time killing people up ahead, why are you calling me back?"