Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Now, he is chained to the archway of his own estate, forced to watch a play tailor-made for him.

His sons were used as practice targets by the witch gladiators.

His limbs were repeatedly severed and reattached by the Bloodthirsty Man until he completely lost his human form.

His business partners were transformed by the Blood Puppet into living torture devices connected to mechanical structures.

They wailed as they destroyed their own homes with the very hands that had once signed the documents.

Governor Ulian Viss sat on the throne of the former head of the Kazakh family, sipping a drink made from human spinal fluid, and watched all this.

The Kazakh's mouth was stuffed with cloth, and he could only let out mournful moans; his eyes were bloodshot.

His most trusted CFO was having his fingers slowly burned off with a scalding hot iron by a sadist.

For buyers in Comoros, the anguish of a top financial officer is far more valuable than the wailing of ten thousand ordinary workers.

"What... exactly do you want?"

Chief Financial Officer Eric, enduring the excruciating pain in his hand, roared hoarsely.

"Money? We can give you that! The Kazakh family's wealth is enough to buy half a star sector!"

"Grain? The warehouse is underground to the north, enough to feed you for a hundred years!"

"Spaceship? The family also has three heavy transport ships; I can hand over all their identification codes!"

Upon hearing these words, Consul Ulian Weiss finally put down his wine glass and laughed.

It was as if I had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You humans always like to talk about prices."

He slowly walked down the steps, squatted down in front of Eric, and pinched Eric's face with his hand wearing a metal finger cot.

"Don't you understand?"

He leaned close to Eric's ear and whispered, "You yourself are the price."

A flicker of despair crossed Eric's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stubborn belief.

He stared intently at the consul and cursed, "The Imperial fleet will return! They will burn all of you scum to ashes!"

Urian laughed even more heartily.

Will it?

Eric's expression changed slightly, and confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

"It seems you find it strange too, don't you?"

Urian released his grip, stood up, and paced back and forth, seemingly trying to unravel the mystery for him.

"Why did the Imperial Fleet leave entirely three months ago, citing route reorganization as the reason?"

"Why did the Red Claw Legion, which was stationed here, also receive orders to go to another battlefield?"

"Why did the entire galaxy's early warning system fail at the same time, by such a coincidence?"

Eric's faith wavered: "What...what do you mean?"

Consul Urian, however, said nothing more; he had no intention of telling his prey, who were about to be served at the dinner table, about the deal.

The less the prey knows, the more confused it becomes, and the despair that breeds from confusion is the sweetest.

He simply smiled and pointed toward the inner courtyard of the manor.

There, Kazakhs' wives and two daughters were being dragged by several sadists toward a rack covered with blades and barbs.

"Oh, don't rush."

Ulian spoke to the Kazakh who was hanging in mid-air, as if comforting an impatient spectator.

"The grand finale is just beginning."

“Your youngest daughter Anastasia is a true beauty, with such fine and smooth skin. I have decided that her skin will be the decoration for my next cloak.”

"At that time, I will let you feel the softness of my new cloak for yourself."

"I'm sure you're looking forward to it too, right?"

Young Anastasia struggled violently, her innocent face filled with fear.

Just as a sadist extended his scalpel-like fingernails, preparing to slash her cheek, something strange happened.

The network nodes throughout the galaxy and the pre-locked spatial coordinates simultaneously erupted with spatial fluctuations.

In the orbital void, fleets of the Empire's dark side completed jumps and space deployments from different directions.

Thousands of warships, painted with the insignia of the Empire's dark side, appeared on the outer perimeter of the nine worlds in a very short time.

As soon as they appeared, they unleashed their firepower on the Dark Eldar ships in orbit.

Light spears, macro cannons, and heavy shipborne torpedoes form a firepower network.

The Dark Eldar ships were caught off guard.

Their speed and mobility, which they pride themselves on, are rapidly diminished by fire control and prediction systems that cover the entire theater of operations using swarm intelligence.

Just as a raider completed its evasive maneuver, it discovered that a new barrage of fire had already blocked its next maneuvering route.

The captain changed the vector three times in a row, but still could not get rid of the fire control solution that was constantly being corrected by the swarm.

Several cannon shells and a beam of light spear struck the ship in succession.

The raider was blown to bits on the spot.

On the ground of the nine planets, tens of thousands of static channels were opened simultaneously.

Keystone and combat sequences emerge from pre-locked city nodes, industrial zones, and areas near enemy assembly points.

The Dark Eldar, the slaughterers, instantly became the slaughtered.

A Witch Gladiator dodged a shot from a Keystone Sequence using his speed.

She was just about to launch an attack from behind when she realized that her opponent seemed to already know where she would be.

The cornerstone sequence retaliated with a backhand strike, stabbing out from under the armpit.

The sword pierced through the side of the witch's chest cavity and penetrated her heart.

"You're fast, but we're faster than you."

On another street, a tormented engine was tearing human flesh apart with iron pincers.

The next second, a saber-toothed tiger descended from the sky and stomped it into the ground.

The plasma blade then fell, cleaving it in two.

Inside Valen Kazakh's estate.

The sadist who was about to attack Anastasia suddenly felt a pang of fear.

He looked up sharply.

Two dark golden figures suddenly descended from the sky and appeared beside the rack.

One of the combatants was wielding a heavy chainsaw-wielding battle axe.

The serrated edges roared as they swept across.

The three sadists, along with the rack, were cut into several pieces.

Another member of the combat sequence then dealt with the remaining enemies.

The power sword left several afterimages in the air.

When he sheathed his sword, all the Dark Elfs standing in the courtyard were already decapitated.

The governor of Urian rose from his throne in alarm.

His bodyguards immediately shielded him.

However, these so-called elites were no match for the two combat units that had completed the New Human template update.

The heavy chainsaw tomahawk crushed the shield wall head-on.

The power sword then pierces through the gaps, reaping lives.

Urian attempts to activate the personal net escape device on his wrist.

One hand had already grabbed his neck and lifted him off the ground.

"Who are you?" he screamed in terror.

"Wait! We have an agreement! Your Empire promised! This star system has already been handed over to Comoros! We..."

His answer was a slowly tightening of his five fingers.

Click!

The consul's neck bone snapped instantly.

The combat sequence casually tossed aside the corpse and turned to head to the next location.

Anastasia recovered from her shock.

Looking at the two dark gold figures, she mustered her courage and asked, "Excuse me...excuse me, who saved us?"

The leading combat formation halted its advance.

"Your savior is Lord Lawson, the ruler of the Empire."

After saying that, the two stepped back into the opened static passage and disappeared into the manor.

The same scene was playing out throughout the entire Kirill 9 galaxy.

The Dark Eldar, once hunters, have now become the prey.

"A trap! It's a trap!"

"The Imperial dogs have broken the agreement!"

"Quickly withdraw from the net!"

Countless Dark Eldar roared in the communication channel.

They thought they were there for a banquet.