Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Follow in my footsteps."

A moment later.

Outside the massive, ruined archway of the Cathedral of the Martyrs, the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated.

Across the street, in a building that's half-ruined.

The little girl Ida and her grandfather, a scavenger, were still pressed against the window, gazing in awe at the direction of the church.

Suddenly, a series of extremely heavy footsteps came from inside the church.

The first to emerge from the gate were four battle nuns clad in the red robes of the Church of England.

Behind them!

Four Astartes steel giants thundered out of the church!

The enormous bomb guns were casually held in one hand, their overwhelmingly terrifying size and cold aura creating a striking visual contrast with the petite nuns in front of them!

"grandfather……"

Tears welled up in the little girl Ida's eyes as she clasped her hands together, saying, "The Angel of Death is protecting the Emperor's daughter..."

A few blocks away from the church, several thousand Planetary Defense Force (PDF) soldiers, having just finished hunting down the remaining Greenskins, were clearing the battlefield.

When they turned around, they saw the sacred force emerging from the ruins, composed of Astartes Space Marines and Battle Sisters.

All the noise disappeared instantly.

Chapter 95 Anyone else want to ask about my battle group number?

"Clang."

A PDF officer dropped his chainsaw sword to the ground.

He knelt down directly on the muddy and bloody street.

This is like a signal.

"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"

Hundreds of PDF soldiers covered in blood, and civilians who had fled the nest.

The moment I saw the Space Marines, symbols of the Empire's absolute military power, walking side by side with the State Church nuns, symbols of the Empire's absolute orthodoxy.

Their souls, tormented by war to the brink of collapse, found an ultimate refuge.

Large groups of people knelt down on both sides of the street like wheat being harvested.

They had no orders from their superiors, nor were they threatened with guns by their political commissars; it was a pure, deep-seated faith and reverence.

"Praise be to the throne..."

"Angels and saints walk together..."

The sounds of prayer and suppressed sobs rose and fell, converging into a powerful torrent of faith on the dilapidated streets of Xiachao.

As Sister Katarina, the captain of the nuns leading the way, looked at the thousands of kneeling mortals around her, an unprecedented sense of sacred mission filled her entire being.

She became even more convinced that the adults following her were divine guidance from the Emperor in the unseen realm.

Lawson, walking at the back, coldly surveyed everything through the vision of his helmet.

The situation has been completely stabilized, and the threat posed by the Greenskins is unlikely to materialize again in the short term.

"Phase one, clearing the field complete. Now, it's time to collect the winners' spoils."

Lawson issued the command via the swarm network: "Sixteenth Grade".

"You will lead a thousand platoon-level suicide soldiers and take command of all PDF defense forces on the surface. Reinforce the defenses and establish a defensive position centered on the wreckage of the warships. Any PDF officer who dares to disobey orders will be executed on the spot. We are in charge here."

"Our loyalty is unwavering, even unto death!"

Jia Shiliu pounded his breastplate and turned to walk toward the PDF command post.

When a demigod clad in Astartes-class power armor announced that he was taking over the defense line, the PDF officers, who had just been pulled back from the brink of death, didn't dare ask a single extra question and immediately handed over all communication frequencies and command authority.

After arranging the ground defenses, Lawson turned to the four battle nuns.

“Sisters, we have crossed the mire of hell; now we are going to knock on the gates of heaven.”

He looked at several PDF heavy Valkyrie transport planes circling in the distance, observing the battle situation.

"Call those iron birds down and requisition them all."

Minutes later, ten Valkyries riddled with bullet holes landed around the wreckage of the warship.

The pilot opened the hatch and saw forty-six white-bodied, black-striped steel giants walking towards him, followed by battle nuns. He stammered and couldn't even recite a complete Imperial prayer.

"Target: Main Nest City #1, Top Spire District."

Lawson strode into the front of the transport plane; the weight of his power armor caused the entire aircraft to sag slightly.

Forty-four White Tiger assassins followed closely behind.

Four nuns followed Lawson silently into the same cabin.

"Another six thousand platoon-level suicide soldiers are already assembled and ready to go," Jia Yi reported.

"Have them arrive at the Spire area in batches." Lawson leaned against the bulkhead and closed his eyes. "Take off."

Ten Valkyries rose from the ground like ten black arrows, piercing through the poisonous clouds below and hurtling toward the towering Spire district.

Obolos 1 Main Hive, Spire District, Governor's Helipad.

This place and the lower nest seem like two different universes.

The air, filtered through multiple layers, carries the scent of artificially synthesized roses, and the polished marble floor is inlaid with gold leaf guide lights.

At this moment, the atmosphere on this extravagant helipad was as still as molten iron.

Governor Cassius, wrapped in an expensive fire rat fur coat, had cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead.

Standing beside him was Grand Marshal Thorne of the Department of Justice, as well as dozens of PDF senior generals and planetary nobles.

They have seen everything on the surface of the earth through holographic projection.

They knew that the terrifying army of unknown origin was flying in.

“Governor…they’re here.” A nobleman’s voice trembled as he pointed to the distant sky.

The clouds were torn apart, and ten black dots rapidly magnified.

With a deafening roar of engines, the ten Valkyries hovered for a moment before crashing heavily onto their landing gear.

Clang!

The hatch was kicked open.

The first thing that caught the eyes of the elites of the Spire was the forty-five White Tiger Power Armor suits, their bodies exuding a palpable stench of battle.

Immediately afterwards, four battle nuns clad in tattered armor emerged.

"Is that the Battle Nun?"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Space Marines plus Battle Nun!

In any normal imperial world, this only represents one possibility: this is a sacred expeditionary force carrying the will of the highest echelons of the empire!

The governor's guards even forgot that their governor was still standing there.

They slammed their laser guns heavily on the ground in perfect unison, knelt on one knee, and performed the most standard Eagle Salute.

When Cassius saw this, his heart sank completely.

The moment the Battle Sisters appeared, the legitimacy of this force was tacitly accepted by everyone on the planet.

He gritted his teeth, forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and led the general and nobles to greet them.

“Great…Great Lord Astartes. I am Cassius, the planetary governor of Obrolus. On behalf of the 12 billion people of this planet, I welcome…”

Lawson didn't even glance at him.

The Tiger King power armor rammed right past Cassius with an unstoppable, brute force.

Cassius was spun halfway around by the airflow generated by the power armor and the scraping of its edge before landing hard on his backside on the marble floor.

Forty-four White Tiger warriors followed closely behind like a silent steel wall.

The nobles and generals scrambled to both sides.

Four nuns, including Katrina, followed closely behind Lawson.

Seeing the ugly state of these once arrogant and domineering aristocrats now trembling in fear, a cold glint of pleasure flashed in Katarina's eyes.

“This is the cowardice of the corrupt,” she thought to herself. “These maggots are not worthy of ruling the emperor’s land.”

Lawson went straight into the Governor's Palace hall.

"All PDF generals on this planet, step forward."

A dozen or so generals, their shoulders covered in gold stars, stood trembling in a row.

"I'm not here to hear flattery."

Lawson looked down at them: "Although the Greenskin fleet has been destroyed, the war is far from over. Given the planet's catastrophic defensive performance and the complete paralysis of its command system."

"In accordance with the Astartes Codex and the Imperial Wartime Emergency Regulations!"

"I, in the name of the highest military force in the war zone, officially assume command of all PDFs on Planet Obulus!"

"From this moment forward, troop movements, resource allocation, and the orbital defense system are all under my command. Any objections?"

Most of the generals lowered their heads immediately.

However, there are always a few fools who can't see the situation clearly.

Several of Cassius's most loyal followers turned their attention to the governor, who was hiding behind the crowd.

Cassius remained expressionless, daring not to give any hints.

However, a lieutenant general who considered himself the most senior misinterpreted this silence as a tacit protest.

He stepped forward, straightening his back, and loudly questioned: