Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"The overall commander is Salkahn, a high-ranking official of the Black Heart Conspiracy."

From the shadows on the side of the hall, a Dark Eldar slowly emerged.

Many people present instinctively distanced themselves from him.

Salkahn was one of Victor's most trusted executioners.

For three thousand years, he has dealt with seventy-four large-scale rebellions for the Black Heart Conspiracy and assassinated twelve conspiracy leaders who attempted to challenge Victor.

Salkahn bowed to the throne.

Victor continued, "Give him the 'Heart of Night'."

This time, even the most senior lords changed their expressions.

Heart of Night is one of the most prized dark matter shields held by the Black Heart Cartel.

It does not directly block attacks, but rather folds the space around the wearer into several layers of misaligned structures.

Conventional bullets and explosive shocks would pass through his location but would not actually touch his body.

Only attacks capable of disrupting the spatial structure or simultaneously covering all the folds could possibly hit the wearer.

There are only a handful of such pieces of equipment in the entire Comoros.

The Supreme Lord is going all out for the Goddess of Life.

Victor continued reading the list: "The core of technology will be held by Blood Gate Master Urkasi."

The Blood Gate Master's secret society, where Urkasi was located, once successfully transplanted the brain of an Imperial Inquisitor into an orc's body, and kept that brain conscious for a full three hundred years.

His research on divine life is among the highest in the Comoros.

"You are in charge of the divine restraint device and retrieving the body alive."

Urkashi grinned: "Don't worry, I'll keep her intact."

“Nightmare Warrior Shrine, 300 men will be transferred. If the operation is exposed, you will be responsible for holding off the heavy units.”

The Dark Eldar rarely use heavy armor; they rely more on speed and evasion.

Nightmare Warriors are an exception. Clad in layers of armor, they specialize in hunting heavily armored targets. Space Marine captains, Chapter Champions, and even some weaker Primarch creations are all prey they seek to challenge.

"Mandela is led by the Shadow Lord Karamok."

The light in the hall dimmed slightly, and countless distorted shadows emerged from behind the pillars.

Mandela lived between the shadows and reality; as long as shadows existed, they could traverse between them.

Victor tossed a black crystal to Chief Karamok: "This is the current shadow data for Obolos III. Your men go in first, find Isa's location, and mark it."

Karamok's face split open in a grin, as if he were laughing: "What is our reward?"

"You can get 100,000 imperial prisoners."

"No, I want that Eldar named Ilancia."

Several people in the hall glanced at him, some with admiration.

Victor looked at him and scolded, "She can't be touched. She's too close to Lawson. Touching her will drive that mad dog crazy."

Karamok didn't continue bargaining; darkness enveloped his body, and he disappeared behind the pillar again.

Victor continued to reinforce the remaining personnel.

Venom expert, dark light engineer, web cutter, restraint team specifically prepared to target Eldar divinity.

There are also one hundred Black Heart Conspiracy Corps assassins who have been modified by the Blood Gate Master and can continue fighting even after losing most of their bodies.

The total number of people is 987.

Each of them is a top figure in a certain field in Comoros.

This force is smaller than some small raiding operations, but its equipment is valuable enough to arm dozens of conspiratorial fleets.

"All personnel should cut off communication with Comoros in advance. Once captured, the soul-breaking device inside their bodies will automatically activate."

Victor looked down at everyone in the hall.

"Remember, you're going to steal the gods, not fight heavily armed mad dogs."

"Once Isha is in the restraints, evacuate immediately. Do not linger in combat, do not collect additional samples, do not attempt to capture Ilancia, and do not enter the experimental area without authorization just because you see some new technology."

"Anyone who wastes a second will live for another ten thousand years in the cloning pool."

"Go! Go rob! Go steal!"

"While that heavily armed mad dog is still tearing at Chaos with its Eye of Fear, put that god into the iron cage of the Comoros."

Salkahn, Urkasi, the Nightmare Warrior leader, and Karamok in the darkness all bowed their heads.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A giant cloning engine slowly started up in the darkness.

Above the culture tank, a line of blood-red text appeared.

Project Name: The God of Thieves

[Primary Objective: Obtain an active sample of Isaac]

[Ultimate Goal: To replicate the divine right to life]

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The Dark Side of the Empire: The World of Heros' Nest.

Over the past thousand years, this planet has experienced three noble rebellions, a schism within the Mechanicus, and a massive sacrifice orchestrated by seven Chaos factions.

After the Empire's Dark Side regained control, the orbital port, armories, and food rationing system quickly resumed operation, but what was hidden inside the hive did not disappear.

The nobles who worshipped Chaos burned their altars and donned the uniforms of Imperial officials. The merchant guild responsible for transporting sacrificial offerings changed its name and began supplying canned goods to the Astronautical Army. Rebel officers ground off their family crests and transformed themselves into among the first to swear allegiance to the dark side of the Empire.

They thought that as long as they hid deep enough, time would wash away the blood on their bodies.

But the Bi'an Warband didn't think so, so they came.

The 92nd level of the hive, an underground banquet hall that originally belonged to the planetary governor's family, has been converted into a temporary interrogation center.

Seventeen prisoners were strapped to frames.

But the soldiers did not begin the interrogation; instead, experts interrogated them.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground came from the entrance of the hall.

Da...da...da...

The seventeen prisoners raised their heads almost simultaneously.

The first woman to walk in had waist-length purple hair; she was Ash Velos.

She was tall and slender, with a flawless face. Her long purple dress draped over her waist, and although she didn't deliberately sway her body as she walked, she always managed to draw people's attention to her.

Behind her, Sarasien Qianxian lifted her skirt and strode lightly in from outside the door.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her purple eyes always held a smile.

Her figure was more voluptuous than Ash's, and the opening of her robe was more daring, with a dark gold choker clinging tightly to her skin below her fair shoulders and neck.

Qianxian walked gracefully to the first-ranked nobleman of the Nest City.

The man tried to remain calm, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Qianxian's chest.

Qianxian tilted her head: "What are you looking at?"

The nobleman immediately looked away.

"nothing."

"That's a lie."

Qianxian extended a finger and gently lifted his chin.

"You were just thinking that if you could sleep with me once before you die, it would be worth it."

The man's expression changed instantly.

"I don't!"

"You're lying again."

Qianxian laughed even more happily.

"You're still thinking it would be best to bring that purple-haired guy next to you along."

Ash stood by the interrogation table, flipping through the documents handed to her by the Bixie warrior, and looked up at the man upon hearing this.

"Your three seconds are not worth my time."

The nobleman's pupils contracted.

Qianxian's fingertips slowly traced down the man's cheek.

The interrogation hall in front of the man disappeared.

The metal walls were transformed into a banquet hall for his family.

Soft carpets, golden candlesticks, guests in fine clothes, and those who had once knelt before him begging for forgiveness.

He saw his wife, his three sons, the secret chamber hidden beneath the manor, and the young sacrifices whose throats had been slit.

All the dead turned their heads at the same time, their empty eye sockets facing him.

Don't look at me!

The nobleman suddenly broke down and screamed, "The priest made me do it! I had no choice!"

The smile in Qianxian's eyes grew wider and wider as she took a deep breath.

"That's more like it, it's such a waste to keep it hidden."

She turned to look at the warrior in charge of taking notes.

"The underground chamber is located on the west side of the family's old house, behind the third load-bearing pillar. Inside, there is a roster of sixty-two people, who should all be alive."

In less than ten seconds, law enforcement forces hundreds of kilometers away had received the order.

Qianxian walked toward the next prisoner.