Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Those were all veterans who had followed him since the Great Expedition.

They have traversed the deadliest toxic fogs, advancing slowly amidst artillery fire and radiation, dragging any defensive line into the attrition warfare that the Death Guard excels at.

But there is no consumption here.

After Wolverine is damaged, he will be sent directly back into the fortress by the stasis light curtain.

The new machine was then replaced from the elevator platform.

Every step the Death Guard takes forward comes at the cost of an old soldier who will never return.

The Black Rock Force Field makes everything exceptionally cruel.

Mortarian began to struggle.

The thick chains cut into the pale flesh, and blood flowed continuously down the black stone pillar.

He wanted to order Vox to stop, to let the Death Guardians, who were still advancing, leave the slaughterhouse. But the power of the Black Stone suppressed his soul, and also suppressed his body, which had long since merged with the warp.

In the distance, a Wolverine crashes head-on into the wedge formation of Death's Guard.

The repulsion shield emitted a visible shockwave.

At the very front, several veterans were huddled together, their armor colliding and denting. Before they could even regain their footing, Sabretooth leaped over Wolverine from behind, his massive blade slashing down along the center of the formation.

The entire queue split in half.

Severed limbs and burning armor plates flew to both sides, creating a bloody path leading straight to Vox's feet.

Vox stood there, with dozens of kilometers of corpses behind him and mechs still rising in front of him.

The two sides stared at each other across the rolling flames.

Mortarian looked at his descendants who had followed him from ten thousand years ago to the present day, and finally let out a desperate roar he had never heard before.

"Get back there, all of you!"

……

On the Blackrock Plateau, Mortarion's almost wailing order to retreat had not yet faded, and the distant battlefield was still illuminated by the flickering light of artillery fire.

Vox heard the Father of Genetics' order to retreat, but he hesitated to turn around.

Just then, the black stone platform beneath Mortarion's feet suddenly lit up.

After the static force field unfolded, Lawson was the first to step out of the crack.

Following closely behind was the Lion King, draped in a green robe.

The last figure to appear was equally tall, his blue-gold armor reflecting a cold, hard luster under the stark white searchlight. Guilliman had arrived!

Er Gou, San Gou, and several guards with the mastiff-like hairpins bowed their heads simultaneously: "Boss."

The moment Titus saw Guilliman, he straightened up and slammed his fist heavily onto his breastplate.

"The father of genetics".

Guilliman glanced at him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the new armor and enhanced physique, before nodding and saying, "You're quite good."

Before coming, Lawson had already explained the situation of Mortarian very clearly.

Guilliman knew that the Lord of Death was trapped in the Seventh Blackrock Fortress, and that Lord Lawson had hung him there to lure the Death Guard and all the Archdemons in Nurgle Gardens to him.

But when Guilliman actually saw Mortalian, he paused for a moment.

The Lord of Death before me is completely different from the Primarch on Iakx.

Mortarian struggled to lift his head.

His gaze swept over Lawson first, then settled on the Lion King, and the corners of his mouth slowly stretched to the sides.

"The old lion is here again."

"Haven't you said enough about my last act of redemption? Or do you want to see how I die with your own eyes?"

The Lion King did not answer.

He has already given Mortarian a chance.

That time, it wasn't because he believed the Lord of Death was innocent, but because Ryan still remembered that ten thousand years ago, Mortarion had also donned Imperial armor and led legions to conquer the stars for humanity.

But that brother himself refused salvation.

Motalian didn't seem to really want an answer.

His gaze quickly passed over the Lion King and landed on Guilliman's face, the weariness in his eyes reignited by resentment.

"And you, Ottaramar's accountant."

He struggled forward.

The chains tightened immediately, tearing open the flesh where they had pierced it again, and black blood slowly flowed down his chest, accompanied by a hoarse laugh: "Are you here to laugh at me? Then take a closer look."

“Come, Guilliman, draw your sword, and strike that savior pose you did on Iakx, so that everyone can see how the great Lord of Alteramar stands before a chained enemy and proclaims justice.”

He coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood, but his voice grew increasingly shrill. "Hypocritical politician, the emperor's most obedient tool, you always hide behind the law, order, and those pretty slogans. You think you're more noble than me? No, you just kneel more gracefully than me."

Guilliman simply looked at his former brother before him and finally shook his head slightly.

“Look at yourself now, Mortarian.”

"This black stone fortress has stripped away your lies, and you have finally become the child from Mount Barbaros again."

"You have clearly failed, but you refuse to admit it, and so you turn all the shame into hatred for others."

"coward."

As soon as the two words were spoken, Mortarian looked up sharply.

The black stone chains were pulled taut, and the entire stone pillar trembled with a dull sound.

"I am not a coward!"

"I overthrew the tyrant, I liberated Barbarus! Neither that foster father nor the false emperor sitting on the Golden Throne of Terra have ever bowed to me!"

“Guilliman, you were defeated by me in Iakx! The plague of the gods pierced your chest. If it weren’t for that corpse sitting on the golden throne descending through your body, you would have long been a pile of rotting flesh in the garden!”

"That's right, I've lost before."

Guilliman calmly admitted, "That's the difference between us. I can admit my failures, but you can't."

“Motalian, I was furious with you when you were burning, killing, and looting in Altramor and piercing my chest with the plague of the gods.”

"But now, I don't hate you anymore."

"I just think you're pathetic."

This statement is more cruel than any insult.

Guilliman turned away, not wanting to look at him anymore: "Lane tried to redeem you because he remembered the glory we once shared."

"But I won't."

With his back to the pillar, Guilliman delivers the final verdict on this reunion of brothers.

“You, a slave who is filled with betrayal, double standards and cowardice from the inside out, do not deserve the Primarch’s redemption.”

"Guilliman!"

Mortarian pulled the chains again, and black blood gushed from the ruptured wound.

"Do you think Lawson brought you here to appease your feelings? He's more ruthless than the false emperor, and you're just a tool! Once you've lost your value, your fate won't be any better than mine!"

Guilliman stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Maybe."

"But at least I know what I'm fighting for."

"And you don't even dare to admit why you fell into this state."

Guilliman nodded slightly to Lawson.

“Your Excellency, the methods of the Empire’s dark side may be extreme, but they are just right to be used against him. The Empire’s tears have already been shed in Kadia, and I have no objection.”

Lawson then walked to the edge of the platform.

The Blackstone communications array activated beneath his feet, quickly connecting to the public channels of the entire battlefield.

Vox, Nasius Corrupted Bones, the distant Nurgle fleet, and even Abaddon, who was watching the battle, all heard Lawson's voice at the same time.

"Fellow members of the Nurgle faction."

"I am very disappointed with the speed of your rescue operation."

In the distance, Vox suddenly looked up.

On the high platform, Lawson stood in front of Mortalian, with Lion King and Guilliman on either side, while Two Dogs, Three Dogs, and Titus had retreated to a more distant position.

“I have given you enough time. Unfortunately, you haven’t even touched this platform.”

Nasius Bonerot's roar immediately came through the communicator: "Lordson! Release the Primarch! We can talk about what you want!"

Lawson said coldly, "I've given you a chance. If you don't want to save them, then don't."

Vox froze on the spot, sensing something amiss. The usually calm and collected Lord of Silence let out a desperate roar: "No!"

P.S.: 10,000 words updated today.

Chapter 268 Guilliman presents the sword, the Lion King presents the shield

The high platform of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress became the center of the entire Eye of Terror battlefield.

The Black Legion's long-range observation array magnified the image to its limit.

The enormous compound eyes that grew on the surface of the ship continued to shrink.

The corrupted mirror of the Great Demon Nurgle hovered at the edge of the warp. Although the image formed by the pus was constantly interfered with by the Blackrock Force Field, it still barely reflected the figure of Mortarion nailed to the stone pillar.

No one paid any attention to the burning fleet anymore.

No one paid attention to the rising gunfire under the battle moon anymore.

All eyes were on the black stone pillar.

Abaddon stood at the very front of the flagship's bridge, his face so somber that he almost blended into the surrounding black armor.