Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The orcs called Arrek "Old Bale Eye." Many orcs even believed that Arrek could kill anyone with a single glance.

Gazkul had once captured Arek, but deliberately released him and returned his weapons to him.

In Gazkul's view, killing Arek was easy, but losing such a worthy enemy to fight repeatedly was a great pity.

This is the highest form of respect in the orcish sense—"You are the most deserving person in the galaxy to be beaten up."

Gazkur has now transcended the life form of an ordinary orc.

He was beheaded by Ragnar Blackmane of the Space Wolves in Whitebeard City.

Mad doctor Groznik once again performed a miracle, stitching his head onto a massive bio-engineered body.

Gazkul is now wearing massive power armor, and his size is approaching that of a small war machine of the Empire.

For this all-out offensive, he joined forces with the nouveau riche Nazdreig and the mysterious master Ogimedes to build a super teleportation device that defies the laws of physics, directly jumping the entire Orc main fleet into the Armageddon system.

He sent the high-speed Vazdaka to charge through the Mannheim Pass as the vanguard, while he himself stayed behind to control the entire war.

Just then, an orc communications technician covered in engine oil rushed into the hall.

"Boss! Hades and Mannheim are in trouble!"

"Tens of millions of blue-skinned bastards suddenly jumped out in front of the shrimp positions! Their guns can shoot blue fire! The Vazdaka convoy was blown to smithereens, and our hundreds of thousands of bastards on the outskirts of Hades... were all burned to ashes in a blinding white light!"

Gazkul, seated on the throne, snatched the tattered battle report from the technician's hand, his red-glowing mechanical eye rapidly scanning the constantly shifting images of battle damage.

"Blue-skinned fish face?"

A contemptuous laugh rolled down Gazkul's throat as he casually crushed the communicator into a ball of sparking scrap metal.

In the orcs' conventional understanding, the blue-skinned aliens of the Tau Empire are not worthy of respect as warriors.

They were frail, their bones as brittle as dried Squiger feces.

They only know how to hide in the distance and snipe, but once the orc boy rushes to their face with a machete, they can only close their eyes and wait to die.

Using this bunch of useless trash who don't even dare to fight hand-to-hand to stop his great expedition?

Yet, in the scene, tens of thousands of blue-skinned soldiers faced close-quarters combat with green-skinned soldiers without flinching in the slightest.

This is definitely not how blue-skinned players play!

Those cowards don't have the madness and ruthlessness to risk tens of thousands of lives to fill the hole!

This also does not conform to the combat practices of the Astral Army or the Astartes.

A dangerous thought flashed through his head, which was encased in a metal plate.

A brutal giant hand was gripping the necks of tens of millions of aliens, slamming them into the meat grinder.

Blue Skin is just a puppet; the real ruthless one is the guy hiding behind the scenes.

A surge of ecstasy welled up in Gazkur's chest.

Old One-Eye and the Space Marines are no longer enough to satisfy this meat grinder's appetite.

Brother Gao and Brother Mao heard his prayers and, at the climax of the drama, sent him an even stronger opponent!

Gazkul roared, "Waaagh!"

…………

The Tri-Star system, located deep within the palace of the third main star.

On the large, temperature-controlled bed, Isabella lay languidly on Lawson's chest.

A fine layer of sweat clung to her fair skin, and the lingering fragrance of plants emanating from the goddess of life mingled with her own scent. Several emerald green vines quietly sprouted and blossomed with tiny flowers.

Lawson leaned against the headboard, stroking Isa's soft, long hair, his fingertips running through the shimmering strands.

His thoughts had already drifted to the distant solar system, deducing the battle situation at Armageddon.

"You stay on Tri-Star."

"Theoretically, this place is safer than anywhere else in the galaxy. Armageddon is too chaotic right now, with orc spores and war mixed together. It's not a good place for you to go."

Upon hearing this, Isabella's fingers, which were stroking Lawson's abs, stopped.

"No, I want to go with you!"

She pressed her cheek against Lawson's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

She was imprisoned in the cage of Nurgle Garden for ten thousand years.

Those ten thousand years of torment left a severe wound deep in her soul.

For Isa now, the definition of safety has changed.

Neither the thickness of the fortress nor the number of troops stationed there could offer her any solace.

Only when she felt Lawson's real body temperature, and stayed by the side of the man who had rescued her from the plague god, could she truly feel at ease.

Seeing that Lawson remained silent, Isa assumed that he had made up his mind.

She immediately tightened her arms and hugged Lawson's waist.

"My lord, I no longer wish to be enshrined in those cold palaces."

Isa raised her head, her longing eyes looking directly at Lawson. "I don't want to wait any longer. Wherever you go, I will go."

When Isha saw his gaze soften, a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

She straightened up slightly, letting the quilt slip off her shoulders, revealing her slender figure.

She gently hooked the edge of the robe that Lawson had tossed aside.

"not to mention……"

She leaned closer to Lawson, her warm breath falling on his neck. "When you pinned me against the wall last night, you didn't say a word... that I would get in your way."

Before he could finish speaking, Isa had already stepped forward and cut off Lawson's words.

The temperature in the room rose again, and a few more small flowers bloomed in the corner.

Three hours later.

Isa nestled in Lawson's arms.

Feeling the immense life force, Lawson finally relented.

"Go change your clothes."

Lawson patted Isa on the back and instructed, "Get ready to go. Come with me to Armageddon."

A glint of victory flashed in Isa's eyes.

She obediently kissed Lawson on the forehead and struggled to get up from the messy bed.

…………

When Lawson arrived at the Armageddon ground command hub, the tactical meeting had already been going on for three hours.

Calgarh stood before the holographic star map, listening to the battle reports from Hades's hive and the Mannheim Pass.

Arek sat on the other side, his mechanical hand pressing down on his cane.

Commanders from the Black Templars, Salamanders, and other chapters of the Astartes stood on either side, their power armor still bearing the marks of bullet holes and blood from the front lines.

The gates of the command center opened.

Lawson strode into the hall, followed closely by Isa, with Er Gou, San Gou, and other guards clad in heavy armor, trailing behind like silent metal towers.

Calga immediately shut down the tactical report in front of him, inserted his identity mark into the command console, and removed the highest level of access from his personal account.

The holographic star map of the Armageddon war zone flickered.

The golden emblem representing the supreme commander then went out.

Calgarh took out the command authorization chip and handed it to Lawson with both hands.

"From this moment forward, the Armageddon theater of operations will be under your command."

Lawson took the authorization chip.

"Aren't you going to listen to my plan of how to fight?"

"unnecessary."

Calga answered decisively.

"The Regent has entrusted you with a war far larger than Armageddon, and the Lion King is under your strategic command. If I believe I am more qualified than the two Primarchs to judge your orders, do you think the Regent will charge across Terra and break my legs?"

No one in the command hall of Astartes objected.

Only two loyal Primarchs have publicly returned to the Empire.

One is the Imperial Regent, the supreme ruler of the existing order of the human empire.

The other is the Primarch of the First Legion, the Emperor's most powerful executioner.

Even these two sons of the emperor are under the command of the seal holder. If a warband commander refuses to relinquish command of the war zone at this time, he is openly challenging the current power order of the empire.

To put it mildly, it was disobeying the highest military orders.

To put it bluntly, it's no different from treason.

Arek watched as Calgar completed the transfer of authority and then stood up from his seat.

The old political commissar took off the well-worn war zone command badge from his waist and placed it in front of Lawson.

"I've spent most of my life fighting on this planet."

"Many legions in Armageddon only recognize my orders, and the commanders of the Planetary Defense Force, the Steel Legion, and local militias are also used to sending battle reports to me first."

"These permissions are now yours."

The old political commissar raised his mechanical arm and gave Lawson an Imperial military salute.

"The Armageddon Steel Legion accepts your command."

After Calgar and Arek expressed their opinions, the remaining Astartes commanders also decided not to wait any longer.

A Black Templar commander removed his helmet and held his power sword upright in front of his chest.

For the Black Templars, who harbor extreme hatred for aliens and witchcraft, being in the same room as a being exuding the aura of an alien god should have triggered a deadly battle.

But he forcefully suppressed the fanaticism in his genes.