Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Although it's unclear what the riddle-makers' purpose was, the message they were conveying was understood.

"It looks like someone is trying to steal my things."

"Let's go back and prepare to welcome our guests."

……

After the diamond-patterned warship entered the net channel, the starry sky outside the portholes was folded up layer by layer.

Countless paths crisscross in the darkness, some leading to a world long since destroyed, some suspended in a non-existent sky, and some just appearing only to be swallowed up by another path.

The clown sat on the weapons case, wiping the long-barreled weapons with a white cloth, while the actress playing Isa leaned against the wall, hanging the golden mask back on her waist.

A young actor finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Why should we tell humans about the plans for the God of Thieves' play? What does the conflict between Comoros and Lawson have to do with us? Does the God of Laughter want to protect Isa?"

The troupe leader, who was walking at the front, stopped. His mask had three overlapping faces painted on it.

One is crying, one is laughing, and the one in the middle has no expression at all.

The troupe leader raised a finger and placed it on the lips of the mask.

"God's thoughts cannot be guessed casually."

“But we were clearly helping Lawson just now.”

How did you know that you were helping him?

The young actor was completely confused: "So who does the God of Laughter really want to win?"

"Actors only care about one thing: whether the play is exciting enough."

After the troupe leader finished speaking, he reached out and pushed open the net door, behind which was a projection of a city burning.

Below stood a puppet wearing a black crown, carrying a cage in its hand, with a golden thread trailing behind it. At the other end of the golden thread was a smiling black flame.

The young actor looked at the absurd scene and asked, "Was this also arranged by the God of Laughter?"

The crying face on the troupe leader's mask turned to face forward.

"Of course, everything that happened was written by Him, and everything that didn't happen was deliberately deleted by Him."

"Who wins is His arrangement, who loses is His arrangement."

"If everyone burns down the stage, that would be an unexpected climax that He seeks."

The clown paused in his gun-wiping motion: "It sounds like He's never wrong."

The troupe leader raised his hands devoutly: "This is the most powerful thing about God. Every accident can be called a reversal, and all the dead are just actors who left the stage early."

"Comoros is not worth protecting, and Lawson does not need help."

"But the stage cannot be burned down prematurely by a group of self-righteous butchers."

The three faces on the mask grinned simultaneously: "All of this is in the script of the God of Laughter."

Chapter 273 Almost Stole the Wrong Person

Night falls on Obolos III.

The blue sky and grassland of daytime are covered by darkness, and three moons of different sizes rise in succession, casting their silvery-white light on the distant forests and rivers.

A cluster of cities stretches for hundreds of kilometers along the plain, with the lights of residential areas extending upwards in layers, while the industrial areas resemble a dark red sea of ​​fire burning close to the ground.

Transport ships and patrol boats occasionally swept past on the high-altitude orbit, leaving fleeting trails of light behind their sterns.

Patrol drones also occasionally pass by at low altitudes.

The Dark Eldar themselves were well aware that the Tri-Stars were the true stronghold of Lawson, and its defenses were the strongest.

All publicly accessible internet portals have been thoroughly inspected, and those that could be closed have been closed. After being closed, they are guarded by Black Stone devices and heavy troops.

Any fleet attempting to enter Planet Three directly via the network would inevitably alert the guards.

Tonight, on the edge of Planet Three, in a desolate wasteland far from cities and military facilities, a thin line suddenly appeared in the air.

The line was so dark that it was not even visible to the naked eye; only when the moonlight shone through it would it occasionally form a dark streak that was even darker than the surrounding night.

The thin line slowly split open to both sides.

It's as if someone grabbed an invisible zipper from the other side of the universe and slowly pulled reality apart.

This is not a hidden, undiscovered entrance to the web.

It's just a gap between the physical universe and the internet.

The Dark Eldar knew very well that since Lord Rasoul had made this his base of operations, he would not have left such an obvious vulnerability.

Even if there were undiscovered portals, they wouldn't dare use them directly.

Legitimate internet access points are subject to monitoring.

Any abnormal fluctuations will trigger static deployment and heavy mechs.

So they chose to open the door themselves.

Six network cutters stood deep within the crevice, clad in long, unreflective gray-black robes, each holding a slender device.

The device has no buttons or conventional power interfaces on its surface, but it contains highly concentrated dark matter inside.

A dimensional scalpel was also floating beside them.

This is an ancient artifact that Comoros has preserved for countless years. Although it looks like just a short black blade less than half a meter long, it can tear apart the space between the real universe and the net.

The dark light engineer, following pre-deduced coordinates, gradually injected dark matter energy into the dimensional scalpel.

The blade then slashed a door across the skin of the real universe.

When the gap widened to allow one person to pass through, the first figure stepped out.

High-ranking governor Salkahn landed on the wasteland.

The "Heart of Night," capable of folding local space, was fixed to his spine, with several layers of misaligned space, invisible to the naked eye, unfolding close to his body.

Following him, 986 Comorian elites entered the real universe in turn.

The dark light engineer carries a small piece of equipment on his back.

The six surgical arms behind Blood Gate Master Urkasi were all retracted and wrapped in black cloth, resembling a deformed spider in hibernation.

The last to pass through the crack was the undamaged cryogenic chamber.

The cage prepared for the gods was compressed into a two-meter-long silver-black metal box, which was carried on the shoulders of eight modified warriors.

The internal restraint rings, nerve freezing device, and soul stabilizer have all been activated. As soon as Isha enters, the entire cryo-chamber will immediately seal off.

The spatial rift gradually narrows.

A few seconds later, the wasteland returned to calm.

Everyone immediately dispersed, and nearly a thousand Dark Elf race members, following pre-arranged action groups, blended into the hills and the night.

Salkahn handed a black crystal to the Shadow Lord Karamok.

"First, determine Isa's location."

"Based on our previous intelligence and plans, we will send the signal after finding the shortest retreat route."

Karamok took the black crystal, and the night quickly gathered around him.

Dozens of Mandelas sank into the ground at the same time, like a group of black ghosts falling into the water, sliding along the shadows cast by the grass and rocks towards the capital.

Salkahn glanced at the time.

"Let's set off too, and stay hidden."

The remaining teams began to approach the city.

The team moved swiftly through the shadows of the hills, and each time they crossed an open area, the Dark Light Engineer would release a brief layer of optical occlusion, allowing everyone to blend into the surrounding night.

Half an hour later, the first patrol team appeared ahead.

Twelve Cornerstone combat suits cruised at low altitude along the highway, followed by two unmanned armored vehicles. The scanners on the shoulders of the combat suits rotated continuously, occasionally projecting a blue-white beam of light into the nearby woods.

The scanning beam of the Cornerstone Combat Suit swept over the group.

The patrol continued onward into the distance.

In the group, a young member of the conspiracy squad watched the figures gradually disappear, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

"This is the headquarters of the heavily armed mad dogs?"

"The patrol team can't even see us standing on the side of the road."

Several Dark Elven race members nearby chuckled softly, somewhat smugly.

After entering Satellite 3, they bypassed three ground patrol teams and two drone groups.

The entire process did not trigger any anomalies, and no one noticed them at all.

The soldier continued, "Victor made this operation sound incredibly dangerous. I thought there was a Wolverine lurking under every single rock here."

Salkahn, who was walking at the front, stopped and turned around, staring at the crowd with a sinister look.

The laughter in the group immediately ceased.

"Have you participated in slave raids in the Lawson-controlled area?"

The young soldier shook his head: "No."

Have you seen him activate stasis delivery?

"I've only seen it in videos."

Salkahn snorted coldly: "Then shut up obediently."

The young soldier's mocking smile faded somewhat.

"Losen is far more terrifying than you can imagine. Most of those who underestimated him are already dead."

Comoros possesses a considerable amount of intelligence about Lawson.

Lawson's intelligence is often accompanied by bloodshed and even the demise of an entire faction.

Salkahn continued, "He didn't discover us because it was impossible for him to know in advance that Victor would act within days of Isa's return."

"This is an opportunity, and an opportunity can only be used once."