Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Are we going to die with that bunch of idiots?

Continuing to stay will only cause the Black Legion to lose more warships.

A true warlord must accept the defeat before him and wait for the next opportunity that can change the galaxy.

Abaddon had that patience, but the demons didn't.

Blocking the eyes of fear has too much of an impact on them.

Being unable to enter the real universe means there are no souls to harvest, no blood sacrifices to enjoy, and no conspiracies to weave.

Like wild beasts locked in a cage, they could only tear each other apart in this chaotic territory.

This situation is even more unbearable than defeat.

In the main hall of the Black Fortress, dozens of great demons and chaos lords gathered below the throne.

They came to urge Abaddon.

A newly minted bloodthirsty berserker slammed its axe handle into the ground and roared:

"We must break out! I will slaughter an entire planet! Everything that breathes will be sent to the altar of skulls! War Master, open the passage!"

A ghoul raised its thick hand and scratched its chin, which was covered in pustules.

"You want me to ram my head against that Black Rock Fortress? Maybe you can compare it to the five moons outside and see who's tougher."

The bloodthirsty madman raised his giant axe: "At least I dare to go! You won't even touch the edge of that fortress."

The other ever-changing demon lord shook its feathers.

"The Blackrock will suppress your power. Those dark gold soldiers will cut off your wings and hand your soul over to Lordaeron. Do you think you're harder to kill than the Primarch?"

The argument in the main hall quickly spread.

Several Khorne archdemons advocated for assembling an army to launch a frontal assault on the Seventh Blackrock Fortress.

Tzeentch's servants believed they should look for other breaches and instigate rebellions in the shadows of the empire.

The Great Demon Nurgle desires to unleash a plague that can corrupt the Webpaths.

Slaanesh's side suggested attacking those around Lawson to force him to leave the fortress.

But these proposals all share a common problem: they require others to pay the main price.

No one wanted to make the first move.

Abaddon sat on his throne, letting them argue as if he were already used to it all.

Just then, in a corner of the main hall, several shadows quietly changed shape.

All the great demons turned their gazes in that direction.

The shadows detached from the wall, transforming into three Space Marines clad in deep blue armor.

Three Alpha Legion agents stood at the edge of the hall.

It's impossible to tell who the leader is and who the imposter is just by looking at them.

Abaddon asked, "How is it?"

"It's getting harder and harder to stay in hiding."

The agent's voice sounded like several people speaking at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"But we still brought back the most important intelligence."

An encrypted data stream entered the light curtain in the main hall.

The war scenes on the screen silenced the entire audience in Shanghai.

They saw the soldiers of the Lawson faction as a dam, holding back an orcish tide that outnumbered them by dozens of times, without retreating an inch.

Their individual combat capabilities are almost identical to those of Chaos Space Marines.

Besides Armageddon, there are projections of thousands, even tens of thousands, of battlefields.

Dense numbers of dark gold soldiers are slaughtering enemy troops everywhere.

Even a branch of the Tyranids chose to withdraw after engaging them in battle.

Lawson's forces have become so numerous as to be suffocating.

One of the Chaos Lords couldn't help but ask, "How many of these elite soldiers does he have?"

Alpha agents themselves seemed to find this conclusion absurd.

"We cannot obtain precise figures, but based on the troop density of Armageddon, the garrison size of more than 400,000 planets on the Dark Side of the Empire, and the strength he has invested in the Terran Wars, we have drawn a preliminary conclusion."

"Losen now possesses an Astartes Legion whose size rivals that of the Imperial Star Forces."

The chaotic demons looked at each other, as if they were doubting that they were hallucinating.

The Astartes Legion, whose numbers rival those of the Astral Army?

Listen to this!

Is this even human language?

How many people are in the Astral Army?

Trillions, or even more?

It's impossible to count them all.

Even during the Great Rebellion, a full-strength Astartes legion numbered only a few hundred thousand to two hundred thousand men.

The bloodthirsty madman was the first to react.

It pointed at the Alpha agent and roared:

"You're lying! This is a trick by the Lord of Change! You're trying to demoralize our troops!"

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord turned his beak: "What nonsense are you spouting? These people are the Alpha Legion, not our followers."

"Who knows whose followers they are!"

The bloodthirsty madman roared, "He's lying! This can't be true!"

The agent looked at it calmly.

“We never waste time telling pointless lies. This footage, along with data on troop deployments in over 400,000 locations around the world, can all be independently verified.”

The bloodthirsty monster wanted to argue, but found that the other great demons were looking at it like it was a fool.

Abaddon rose from his throne and looked at the bloodthirsty monster.

"You said you wanted to go to the Empire and slaughter a planet. Now the opportunity is right in front of you."

“Hamidogton, Vigilant Star, and over 400,000 worlds on the Empire’s dark side—you can choose any one. I will have the wizards find the summoning coordinates. As long as your followers can open the passage, you can take your legion there.”

Abaddon raised its hand, indicating that it should choose.

"Go ahead and choose, I'll definitely cooperate fully!"

An awkward silence fell over the council chamber once again.

The bloodthirsty demon stopped roaring and silently put away its giant axe.

The Great Demon Nurgle, who had just mocked Abaddon, also shrank his head into his fat neck.

go with?

What are we going to do?

Are we going to send Lord Lawson's "Astartes Legion of the size of the Astral Army" to their deaths and become experience points?

"Hmph! We'll talk about this later!"

"We absolutely cannot let this go!"

Several powerful demons snorted coldly, turned around, transformed into energy, and disappeared from the council hall.

The remaining Chaos Lords exchanged glances and each found an excuse to leave.

A moment later, the main hall was mostly empty.

Alpha Group agents also retreated into the shadows.

The intelligence they brought has fulfilled its mission.

Staying would only provoke Abaddon to ask questions they didn't want to answer.

Soon, only Abaddon and Vashtor, who had remained silent, were left in the hall.

“You don’t seem frustrated,” the mechanical demigod’s voice rang out.

"Frustration is for losers."

Abaddon sat back on his throne. "I'm just waiting."

"Are we waiting for Lawson's Astral Army to raze the entire Eye of Terror?"

"Do not."

Abaddon shook his head. "I'm waiting for an opportunity."

Vashtor was silent for a moment.

Its compound eyes, composed of countless lenses, flash with complex data streams.

"Perhaps your opportunity will come sooner than you think."

It raised a mechanical arm and pointed to the point of light on the star map that represented the solar region.

“My followers have sensed an unsettling rhythm deep within Terra. The golden throne that has supported the empire for millennia is losing energy, and its laws are crumbling.”

Abaddon became unusually excited.

"what do you mean……"

Vashtor's voice was also filled with excitement.

"In a hundred years at most, or even less, the Golden Throne will completely collapse. At that time, the veil between the real universe and the warp will be torn apart, and Terra will become a second Eye of Terror."

"Losen can plug the Eye of Fear, but can he plug an empire that explodes from within?"

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