Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The front row of a thousand warriors had their battle badges painted with bleeding hearts on their shoulder armor. The terracotta armor was gleaming, and the uniforms were so neat and standard that they could be printed directly into the illustrations of the Astartes Codex.

Behind them stood two thousand giants of similar build, clad in power armor and wielding heavy bomb guns in one hand, their shoulder armor spotless, without a trace of paint.

The Ultramarines observer stared at the group of unlicensed individuals, his eyes twitching repeatedly. Finally, he couldn't help but turn to ask Malakin, the leader of the Weeping Warriors Chapter: "Brother... the Holy Scripture clearly states that the maximum number of members in a chapter is one thousand. Aren't these two thousand a bit too many...?"

“We absolutely adhere to the sacred texts.”

Malakin pointed seriously to the front row, "These thousand people are officially employed."

Then he moved his finger backward: "Those two thousand brothers... they haven't even received their badges yet. They're all new trainees recruited this year. It's reasonable that there are more new recruits, right?"

The Ultra Warrior representative opened his mouth, as if to say that there was a clear limit to the number of trainee recruits, but in the end he said nothing.

Even his own genetic father, Guilliman, accepted the command of the Regent, so who has the right to question the organization of the Dark Side's forces with an old book from ten thousand years ago?

Moreover, the current rulers of the Empire are not worried about any Astartes chapters defecting.

From logistics to communications, military supplies, warship maintenance, and so on, everything is inseparable from the Seal Master. If any battle group dares to rebel, the Seal Master can probably suppress them all within three days.

The Ultramarines representative silently wrote on the observation report, "The Lamenters currently has one thousand full-fledged soldiers, a sufficient number of trainees, and is in good combat readiness," and closed the data panel.

On a battlefield in a star system on the dark side of the Empire.

Dante, aboard the flagship of the Blood Angels, is preparing to head to the next battlefield.

The blue dots representing recapture on the star map are spreading at a terrifying speed, the red spots along the Nakmonde Corridor are being swallowed up by the moon, and even the most remote abandoned colonies are beginning to glow blue.

Dante's fights intensify in the darker side of the Empire.

He led his army to fight in the shadows, clearing out the remnants of the orcs, crushing the strongholds of chaos, and incorporating the lost worlds. But as the fighting went on, he realized something: the more he fought, the more his army grew, and the more warships he had.

Having just ended a brutal battle, the Stasis Field sent 30,000 combat troops to fill the gap. The wounded Astartes returned as Skyforged Space Marines.

Just as they were preparing to organize a defensive counterattack, a million XV8 Cornerstone Combat Suit rained down from the sky.

As soon as the frontline ammunition reserves turned yellow, the armory space folded up and airdropped a mountain of ammunition, saving the trouble of even carrying it. The Cornerstone suicide soldiers automatically completed the distribution.

When faced with a tough front, the Wolverine and Sabretooth series mechs burst out of the static field and turned the enemy into ruins.

This kind of rich battle made Dante's scalp tingle.

The communication channel lit up, and Lawson's voice came through the command room:

"Brother Dante, the large-scale replacement of Skyforged Astartes has begun, and the Cornerstone Mechs and Raptor fighters have achieved mass production of tens of millions. I'll give you ten years. Can you erase all the remaining red spots on the Empire's Dark Side Star Map?"

Dante's voice boomed like that of a new recruit: "Sir, you underestimate me, and you underestimate the war machine you have built."

Give me five years!!!

"If I cannot clean up every planet on the Dark Side of the Empire within five years, I, Dante, will resign as Regent of the Dark Side and Shield of War, and return to my homeland of Baal to farm."

Lawson laughed heartily: "Dream on, brother. Don't try to trick me into finding an excuse to retire. Work for me for another ten thousand years!"

Dante: "Huh?"

…………

Eye of Fear, on the Chaos Heavy Cruiser, Abaddon stared at the void outside the porthole.

On the walls of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress, the Primarch of the Dark Angels, the Sword of War... Lion King Llane Eljonsson was sent here by Lord Ragnaros.

With this top Primarch personally overseeing the operation, coupled with the Imperial Dark Side's battle formations and the fortress's own anti-magic arrays, it won't be easy for the Chaos faction to break through.

The war statistics here are even worse.

Abaddon couldn't help but sigh deeply. He had launched thirteen Black Expeditions and spent ten thousand years trying to destroy the Cardia Fortress, but now he realized that Cardia back then was simply insignificant in the face of Lawson's current defenses!

"Kadia is nothing but a rocky planet with a few broken pillars!"

Abaddon roared angrily, "Look what kind of monster Lawson has created! A pure black stone fortress of Ancient Saint level as the gate! Five combat moons as mobile turrets! And countless combat mechs, who the hell can break through this?"

"We need to discuss another way to reconnect with Vashtor."

…………

Titan, the Supreme Etheric Dome Council.

Senior members of parliament from all ethnic groups have gathered here.

A blurry video transmitted by a Shuishi drone is playing on a loop on the large screen.

The Visionary Enclave already has most of its planets under the control of the Empire's Dark Side, and their prized Tucson automated construction drones are working on countless planets of the Empire's Dark Side.

This angered the high-ranking councilors, even though the Vision Enclave had not previously been under the direct control of the Tau Empire.

But they had always considered it to be the territory of the Tau Empire, and now it had been seized by the human empire.

"This is the most shameful betrayal in the history of the Tau people!"

A high-ranking member of the Water Clan declared, "That traitor Oshova not only knelt and surrendered to a group of barbaric ancient Terran humans, but also let our most core technologies fall into human hands. This is not only a trampling on the hard work of the Earth Clan scientists, but also a blatant desecration of the principles of the highest good!"

Seated at the other end of the long table were the supreme commanders of the Huo clan.

Although they were equally furious about O'Showa's betrayal, their holographic tactical boards were displaying terrifyingly red data.

"Everyone, please maintain a rational and logical approach."

"According to frontline reconnaissance, this Lordson's forces are not ordinary blind followers of the Empire. His method of troop deployment violates the conventional rules of warp travel. Not long ago, his fleet not only crushed a large-scale Chaos invasion, but also severely damaged the Tyranid swarm."

"Our calculation matrix concludes that if we were to go to war with Lawson for the sake of the Foresight Enclave, the odds of winning would be less than 12 percent."

Just then, the Supreme Ether, seated at the highest position, slowly raised its hand.

The pheromones of Ether, which can control the Tau race at the genetic level, immediately made all the councilors absolutely obedient.

"The threat from Lawson has indeed exceeded expectations."

The voice of the Supreme Ether was ethereal: "But just three days ago, the Water Clan's diplomats came into contact with a group of mysterious allies who claimed to be from the Comoros in the outer star system."

A holographic projection flashed, revealing a tall, dark Eldar governor clad in light, spiked armor.

The Dark Eldar stated, "We can provide the coordinates of three top-secret network tunnels leading to the heart of the Vision Enclave. Your fleet can bypass Lawson's orbital defense network and be airdropped directly to the surface. Furthermore, Comoros's conspiracy will launch a flanking attack to tie down his main force. In exchange, we only want the human slaves left over from the Vision Enclave War."

"Gentlemen, this is a rare and invaluable opportunity."

"The Titan Empire's leap engine is too slow, but with the Webway, we can achieve a divine intervention!" Senator Shui said excitedly.

“But they are the Comoros, the most treacherous raiders in the entire universe!” Commander Huo immediately retorted. “They definitely have ill intentions!”

A knowing smile appeared on the noseless face of the Supreme Ether. "The Dark Eldar are indeed cunning, but as long as it is logical, demons can also be used by the Path of the Superior. As long as we launch a blitzkrieg through the Web and destroy Foresight before Lawson can react, Comoros's conspiracy will fall apart on its own."

The Supreme Aether issued its final decree: "Initiate the Fifth Expeditionary Fleet. Fire Clan, assemble 20,000 Crisis Combat Suit units and 100 Manta Transport Ships, execute Oshova, and wash away the shame of betrayal with his blood. Furthermore, have Water Clan send a diplomatic note to Lawson, ordering him to immediately return all stolen Tau technology and make full resource compensation to the Tau Empire! If he does not comply, the wrath of the Supreme Good Path will burn his planet to glass!"

Chapter 277 will teach you what blitzkrieg is.

The High Ether has made its decision.

The debate within the Tau Empire quickly shifted to one side.

Originally, at least a third of the Fire Clan generals advocated for a postponement. Humanity's 111 worlds were turning into a forest of defensive matrices, and any strong attack would come at an unbearable cost. However, the network route changed the calculation.

They believe that the Thai Empire's chances of winning have increased significantly!

At the tactical meeting, the Fire Clan's Grand Commander Osham laid out all the simulations.

"It would be unwise to directly attack humanity's 111 worlds."

"This is a tough nut to crack, and it's getting tougher every day. According to Tu's calculations, if we take action now, we will need to commit the entire force of our fifth, sixth, and seventh expeditionary fleets. The casualty rate will be very high, and there is no guarantee that we can end the battle before human reinforcements arrive."

He turned off the model and switched to the nine worlds remaining in the Vision Enclave.

"But the traitor is left with only these nine lone stars. His fleet was mostly dismantled during the human takeover of 111 worlds, his industrial base has been completely taken over, and his manpower replenishment has been stagnant for two whole years."

“We will utilize the network routes provided by our Comoros allies to execute the highest level of Monteca tactics. We will wipe out these nine worlds with lightning speed and then use them as forward bases and logistical springboards.”

Osham's finger traced from the nine worlds toward that dark golden star sector.

"After securing the bridgehead, we will switch to a patient hunter tactic. No matter how thick the human defense matrix is, it still needs supply lines. We will slowly strangle them from the flanks, leaving them drained of resources in their own fortresses."

A chorus of approval rang out in the meeting room; the plan was perfect.

First, eliminate the traitors to boost morale, seize the bridgehead to gain strategic initiative, avoid direct confrontation with the main human forces, and keep the risks within an acceptable range.

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Visionary Enclave, Main Star, above the city of Talosh.

All seventeen sensor arrays deployed on the periphery of Oshowa are functioning normally, weaving a tight early warning network over a depth of forty-seven light-years. Any fleet approaching at sub-light speed or in warp drive will be identified twelve hours in advance.

But O'Showa didn't know that the exit of the net was right inside his territory.

Silent and unexpected cracks appeared in the sky above the planet.

Countless Manta heavy transport planes swooped out of the crevice.

Oshowa's air defense system opened fire two seconds later.

The ground-based Tiannu anti-aircraft artillery array raised its muzzle, and Ripper missiles rose in rows from their silos on the edge of the city, while anti-orbit lasers drew scorching white lines through the clouds.

The first Pomanta lost seven ships, and the crashing wreckage created a three-kilometer-long burning trail in the western part of the city.

Then, the Tau Empire's drone swarm descended.

Forty thousand Marker drones and twenty thousand Vision Enclave defense drones clashed at an altitude of three thousand meters. Neither side's drones were equipped with fire control displays for pilots to view; all judgments were made by algorithms, and all maneuvers were executed by predictive models.

Every second, hundreds of drones are destroyed in the sky, and burning metal fragments fall like rain onto the city streets.

A gap was torn in the air defense net, and manta rays began to be deployed.

The crisis combat suits crashed into the city in groups, and the impact upon landing created spiderweb-like cracks in the concrete.

The broadsword combat suit followed closely behind, and the heavy railgun's barrel was fully charged the moment it landed.

The first volley of fire from the Fire Clan warriors was aimed at the seventh residential district of Talosh City.

There are no military installations there.

The seventh residential area is a resettlement zone for the families of miners, with a population of 420,000. The tallest building is a nine-story public housing building.

The kinetic energy projectiles of the heavy railgun pierced through eleven load-bearing walls of the building, cutting it in half.

The high-temperature flow of the plasma weapon covered it, and the rest of it, along with everything in it, vaporized within two seconds.

Marker drones hovered over the ruins, marking new target points for the next round of fire.

The Fireman officer in charge of the area reported the progress of the advance on the communications channel.