Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Even if it means walking with the devil!

When Klaus and Nafradaran emerged from the distorted light and shadow, the suffocating darkness of the Comoros had vanished.

Instead, a sky illuminated by three stars appeared.

"Is this Vigilant Star?" Klaus asked, puzzled.

"Of course, old man."

Salahien Thousand Strings' laughter rang in his ears.

"Otherwise, where do you think we'd take you? Back to Terra for afternoon tea?"

The old judge and the Imperial Guards fell into a brief silence.

From the darkest corner of the galaxy, to the alien city deep within the Webpath, to the military and political heart of the Empire's dark side.

"Follow."

Ash Velos urged, "Master doesn't like waiting."

The two followed behind the two great demons, heading towards the Supreme War Court of the Dark Side of the Empire, which was not far away.

Just then, Nafradaran suddenly stopped.

His gaze was fixed on four figures outside the main gate of the Royal Court.

The golden Oramit armor, the straight Guardian Spear, and the stance that seemed to blend seamlessly with the pedestal.

"Tawa?"

He asked incredulously, "How did you get here?"

After being ordered to leave Terra for a mission last time, Teva never returned.

But now, he's standing guard here.

Taiwa's gaze shifted to Nafradaran.

"Nafradaran, you've been sent to the Dark Side too?"

"I……"

Nafradaran was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know how to explain his absurd situation of walking with the devil.

"I've come to pay my respects to the Lord of the Seal, Taiwa. Why are you standing guard here? What happened?"

Taiwa didn't intend to answer his foolish question, but simply warned, "Be careful what you say when you see the Lord of the Seals; he has a bad temper."

After speaking, he fell silent again, staring straight ahead.

Nafradaran wanted to ask more questions, but Klaus stopped him.

The old judge glanced at the four guards, then looked at the gates of the Royal Court, already having some guesses in his mind.

The fact that the Imperial Guards could be stationed here suggests that the power and style of this figure in the shadows of the empire are likely far more domineering than any rumor suggests.

The two followed the two great demons into the main hall of the Royal Court.

Lawson sat casually on the throne, wearing only a loose black casual dress.

"Owner!"

As soon as Qianxian entered, he rushed to the throne and knelt at Lawson's feet.

"We've brought the person back to you! Look how well we completed this mission! Is there any reward?"

Ash stood to the side with her arms crossed, her eyes also filled with anticipation.

Lawson glanced at them.

"Isn't letting you eat your fill in Comoros for three months a reward?"

"How can that be counted?"

Qianxian relentlessly shook Lawson's knee.

"That's your recognition of our work! But once the work is done, there should be some extra... dessert, right?"

As she spoke, she licked her lips meaningfully.

Lawson's gaze turned cold.

Qianxian's smile froze instantly, and she and Ash both felt a chill.

The two immediately dropped their fawning manner and obediently knelt on the ground, like two little dogs who had done something wrong.

Klaus and Nafradaran were once again stunned by what they saw.

The two Slaanesh Keepers were so afraid of Lord Lawson just because of a single glance from him.

They dared not hesitate any longer and immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Imperial Inquisitor, Erasmus Crow."

"The Imperial Guard, Nafradaran."

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Seal Bearer of the Empire!"

Klaus didn't dare waste any time and reported everything he had done in Terra: the truth about the Golden Throne, the deal between the Highlords and the Dark Eldar, the fate of the 19 billion citizens of the Empire, and the Black Throne that was under construction.

With the imperial high command holding absolute power, it seems only this Lord of the Seal can salvage the situation.

Lawson listened quietly.

He only let out a cold laugh after Clown finished speaking.

"The high lords of Terra are becoming more and more capable."

"Such a big deal as the Golden Throne, and they actually thought of keeping it from Guilliman."

"To mend a crack, you dig an even bigger hole in the foundation of the empire."

The swarm intelligence instantly pinpointed Guilliman's coordinates in the galaxy.

"Okay, I get it."

He looked at the two people kneeling on the ground and made arrangements for them.

“I’ll take you to Guilliman. Let him take care of Terra’s boils himself.”

"Then... sir..."

Klaus hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "What about the 19 billion citizens of the Empire in the Kirill IX system...?"

Lawson stared at the old judge's face for an extra second, somewhat unexpectedly.

“There aren’t many human beings in the courtroom, but you’re one of them, Clown. I’ll remember you.”

"As for Kirill 9, I will handle it."

The next instant, a static force field of light enveloped the two of them.

When Klaus and Nafradaran opened their eyes again, they were standing on the bridge of a warship.

Surrounding them were Ultramarines clad in blue power armor.

Before them, a tall giant slowly turned around.

It was none other than the Imperial Regent Guilliman.

A Royal Guard Shieldbearer who should have stayed in Terra, and an Inquisitor who was also from Terra, are now so badly injured that Lawson personally used Stasis Teleportation to send them to his bridge.

"Terra, what's wrong?"

……

The Kirill 9 system was once a wealthy and peaceful corner of the Empire.

This region, known as the Tithe World, is famous for its stable agricultural output and hardworking people.

The galaxy's home planet, Kirill-Prime, is a small forging world that provides logistical support to the Astrail Forces in dozens of surrounding star sectors.

Until three months ago, everything changed.

The Imperial Navy fleet vacated the area under the pretext of route reorganization.

The Red Claws, stationed here, also received an urgent transfer order from Terra and were dispatched to other war zones.

Even the early warning outposts within the galaxy have fallen silent for months due to so-called equipment upgrades.

Unbeknownst to them, 19 billion citizens of the Empire were used as bargaining chips in a deal with the Dark Eldar by the Terra leadership.

When the Dark Eldar fleet slipped out of the rift in the net like a phantom, not a single alarm was sounded throughout the entire Kirill IX system.

Hell descended upon us just like that.

For the predators of the Comoros, this was a feast.

The Imperial fleet was gone, and the troublesome Astartes had also disappeared.

This is an undefended human galaxy.

One hundred and ninety billion vibrant souls are like an orchard waiting to be harvested.

That day, raiding ships and sniper ships blotted out the sky.

Painful screams became the background noise of this galaxy.

The Dark Eldar are in no hurry to slaughter.

They relish the process of their prey struggling in fear and despair, destroy the city's water purification system, enjoy watching people fight over a sip of water, release nerve agents and painkillers, and make the residents of the hive city wail in agony as their skin ulcers fester.

They kidnap children and, in front of their parents, send them into the Bloodthirsty Cult's operating room, transforming them into twisted, fleshy creations.

"why?"

"Where is the Emperor?"

"Where is our army?"

Countless citizens of the empire asked this question on their deathbeds, but no one could answer them.

Kirill-Prime, the galactic capital, has now become an open-air slaughterhouse.

The family of merchant magnate Valen Hasak was once one of the most illustrious rulers on the planet.