Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Anyway, as long as I can fool them all... and make them all angry, that's fine."

The video is still playing.

The Black Legion, the Iron Warriors, the Dark Mechanicus, and the nearby Plague Fleet all received this live image.

Ships at greater distances could not receive clear signals directly, but they quickly obtained copied image data.

One by one, the Death Guard warships began to forward the message.

The images spread into the depths of the Eye of Fear through the fleet's communication nodes. In some areas, the images were transmitted via relay ships, while in others, the Star Speakers sent the most crucial footage and intelligence into the subspace.

During transmission, the sound was distorted and the image became intermittent.

But Mortalian's figure, bound to the black stone pillar, was still clear enough to be recognized.

There was only silence in the Death Guard's public channel.

This silence began on a plague warship at the forefront and quickly spread along the communication network into the depths of the Eye of Fear.

The first person to receive the complete footage was Vox.

The Lord of Silence sat on his command throne.

Incense burners on both sides of the bridge emitted green smoke, and rotting servants dragged chains as they slowly crawled across the deck.

In the communication footage, Er Gou was still pointing at Mortalian and launching into a barrage of uncivilized insults against the Nurgle faction.

For ten thousand years, Vox rarely got angry, as anger would cloud judgment and cause commanders to waste troops in siege battles.

He had always detested Typhon's arrogance and his tendency to treat the plague as a performance, so Typhon died!

But when he saw Mortarion bound to the black stone pillar, Vox's already rotten heart still beat heavily.

"Recall all ships and cease looting in the surrounding area."

"All Death Guards capable of fighting, assemble at the Seventh Blackrock Fortress."

An adjutant asked, "Including the reserve corps?"

"all!"

Vox looked again at the now-off communication screen.

“Father is there, let’s go and bring him back.”

The order was given, and the Death Guard fleet began to silently turn.

Plague warships emerged from the depths of the Eye of Terror and began to assemble at the Seventh Blackrock Fortress.

Vox knew that the Black Stone Field would suppress the warp.

Knowing that demons cannot enter, the Plague Blessing upon which the Death Guard depends for survival will also be weakened.

Therefore, he chose the most primitive method.

The warships approached, heavily armored soldiers landed, and they advanced on foot.

Even if people die with every step they take, they will keep going.

On the other side, Nasius Corpse Bone had already smashed his own experimental table.

This plague surgeon is Mortalian's personal physician and one of the most dangerous biological geniuses in the Death Guard.

What he saw was Mortalian's physical condition; the Blackrock Field was constantly stripping away the demonic blessing.

The Primarch's subspace structure was compressed back into its physical body, and many organs that depended on Nurgle's power to maintain themselves were deteriorating.

Motalian is still alive, but he is like a patient being slowly drained of his life force.

"We can't wait."

Nasius's mechanical arm was swinging wildly in the laboratory.

Since Blackrock Fortress rejects warp forces, let's not use witchcraft, but instead use biological weapons that purely conform to the laws of matter.

Extremely high concentration of physical strong acid.

A gold-eating virus capable of breaking down metal-bonded structures.

Nanoscale corrosive organisms that specifically erode armor seams.

These things can still function even without subspace amplification.

Nasius mobilized a large number of torpedoes, all of which had their conventional warheads removed and were filled with high-pressure corrosive liquid and gold-eating virus culture medium.

The warhead surface is then covered with multiple layers of ceramic steel and organic buffer structure to ensure that they can withstand the interception fire of the Combat Moon.

He marked the high ground where Mortarion was located on the tactical map.

"Concentrate your fire on this area of ​​black stone armor."

"Continuous corrosion."

"Once a gap is created, the Primarch can be cut off along with the entire Blackstone Pillar."

An assistant cautiously reminded, "Strong acids can also damage the original organism."

Nasius turned around, and a yellow-green gas was expelled from the breathing device covering his face.

"If he continues to be extracted by the black stone, he will die; but I can heal him from the acid burns."

All assistants immediately began to act.

Tens of thousands of corrosive torpedoes were pushed into the launch bay.

This rescue operation doesn't need to be elegant.

All we need to do is melt down the black stone that binds Mortarion before he completely collapses.

Deep within the Garden of Neggu, the two Great Impures also received the news.

Rotigos' smile vanished, and Kugas stopped stirring the crucible.

They were unable to enter the Blackrock Force Field.

The structure of the demon will collapse rapidly once it crosses the boundary.

Even the most favored of Nurgle, the Great Impure One, could not resist the absolute suppression of the Black Stone by brute force.

Just because you can't get in doesn't mean you can't do anything.

Rothigs looked up at the garden.

Countless spaceships, asteroids, and ancient debris float along the edge of the Eye of Fear.

"We'll throw the stuff in."

Kugas understood what he meant.

The demonic power cannot penetrate the Black Stone Force Field.

But physical kinetic energy can.

Once the asteroid accelerates outside the force field and enters the black rock suppression zone, its mass and velocity will not disappear even if all subspace forces vanish.

The two great unclean beings began to requisition all the large objects that could be found nearby.

A damaged spaceship was dragged into a plague cloud.

The internal compartments were completely opened up and filled with trillions of tons of putrid pus, corpse oil, and physically corrosive biochemical slurry.

The asteroid was hollowed out, filled with metal debris, rotting flesh, and high-density toxins, and then the cracks were sealed with biological shells.

Derek ships were transformed into foul-smelling giant projectiles, and asteroids were turned into jars filled with putrid slurry.

If the mass is large enough and the speed is fast enough, even a Blackrock fortress must withstand physical impact.

The Nurgle faction has begun to move.

The message continued to spread to deeper levels.

One by one, the Nurgle archdemons raised their heads from the garden, and the plague legions ceased their fighting.

They may not all like Mortarian.

Some of the greater demons were even jealous of this demonic Primarch who was favored by the benevolent father.

Tying Mortarion to a Blackrock pillar and displaying him publicly would not only humiliate the Death Guard.

It is also the entire garden of corruption.

This is unacceptable.

Abaddon watched as the green fleet markers kept appearing on the tactical star map.

The number is increasing.

Deathguards, Plague Ships, Demon Vehicles, and Warp Beasts dragging wrecked ships are all moving toward the Seventh Blackrock Fortress.

The adjutant stood behind him.

"The Nurgle faction has really gone mad."

Abaddon said coldly, "They are very clear-headed."

Mortarian cannot be left unsaved.

No matter the cost, they must save them.

Er Gou's provocation worked.

Moreover, the effect was more intense than expected.

At the edge of the Eye of Fear, a vast green subspace storm surged simultaneously.

Hundreds of plague warships poured out from different channels, their rotting hulls filling the starry sky.

They kept approaching the Seventh Blackrock Fortress, like a swarm of flies drawn to the smell of a corpse.

Behind the fleet, dozens of wrecked spaceships and asteroids were towed out of subspace.

Rotigus and Kugas stood at the edge of the warp, their massive bodies lifted up by a green storm.

They waved their rusty staffs.

The subspace storm engulfed the first asteroid.

The object, hundreds of kilometers long, began to accelerate.