Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Little did I know that I would be the main course.

They wanted to escape.

But it was too late.

……

When "The Radiance of Macragge" led the Ultramarines fleet through the outermost defensive network of the Solar System, the entire Terra was shaken.

Regent Robert Guilliman has returned.

The twelve members of the High Lord Council were already waiting at Lionsgate.

Mars-cast General Raskian's mechanical body stood at the forefront.

Beside him were Frank, the Lord of the Star Torch; Danda, the merchant ship representative; and Lassilo, the Lord of the Inquisition.

The four people's expressions revealed nothing.

They had prepared a set of statements as originally planned.

The troop movements in the Kirill 9 system can be attributed to a long-deceased high-ranking military official.

The disappearance of Judge Crow can be defined as an unauthorized covert operation that ultimately led to his defection.

They don't need Guilliman to believe forever.

All we need to do is ensure that he can't find direct evidence in the early stages of taking over Terra.

The massive landing craft hatch slowly opened.

The honor guard, dressed in Ottara blue power armor, led the way out.

Immediately afterwards, the guards lined up on both sides.

Finally, Guilliman's tall figure appeared at the hatch.

Laskian, Frank, Danda, and Lassilo stepped forward together, ready to bow.

However, they froze the next moment.

Because they saw that two people whom Guilliman least wanted to see walked out from behind him.

Erasmus Crow, the judge who should have fled and died in the Comoros.

And Nafradaran, the Imperial Guard who should have disappeared along with them.

Lassilio's heart sank to the bottom.

They wanted an explanation.

You can argue, you can accuse Kraul of colluding with the devil, and you can question the authenticity of the intelligence.

They have countless political maneuvers to delay this matter for years in the High Lords Council.

But Guilliman didn't give them a chance to speak.

He did not stay in Singapore, nor did he pay any attention to anyone's kneeling or pleading.

"Come with me."

He strode into the depths of the palace.

The Imperial Guard, the Silent Sisters, and elite Ultramarines followed closely behind, forming a blue and gold human wall that kept all officials and nobles who tried to approach out of reach.

Klaus and Nafradaran were also in the group.

The four of them, including Raskian, exchanged glances and had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Guilliman's goal was clear.

The sanctuary beneath the Golden Throne.

When they passed through layers of underground passages and arrived at the outer perimeter of the Golden Throne maintenance area, the actual road leading to the inner court where the Emperor resided was still firmly blocked by the Imperial Guard.

Even high lords are not authorized to venture further into the Eternal Gate without permission.

Guilliman stopped in his tracks.

The scene before them perfectly matched the intelligence brought by Kraul.

"How is this going?"

Guilliman's voice was laced with suppressed anger.

Raskian knew that there was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Your Majesty, this is a last resort. The core structure of the Golden Throne began to deteriorate irreversibly more than a century ago, and we are unable to repair it.”

Guilliman turned around abruptly.

"Because its core technology doesn't entirely belong to humans, sir!"

Laskian argued, "Some parts were already incomprehensible relics even during the Great Crusade. We can only repair them with replacements, but that's not a permanent solution."

"In order to delay its collapse, to maintain the Emperor's guidance of the Star Torch, and to continue to suppress the crack in the network beneath the palace, we have no choice but to seek external help."

"So, you went to find the Dark Eldar?"

"We had no choice, sir!"

Frank also spoke up in defense: "The Star Torch Choir is constantly collapsing, and the Throne requires more and more psionicists."

"If the Emperor is no longer able to guide the Star Torch, the entire Empire will be plunged into darkness!"

"We are sacrificing a portion of our people to ensure the survival of the entire empire!"

Guilliman sneered: "So, what was the result of the deal? Did you succeed? Did those bean sprouts repair the throne?"

Lacillo remained silent, the answer of which was self-evident.

"A bunch of idiots."

Guilliman stopped looking at them.

He turned around and looked again at the maintenance system of the golden throne, which was surrounded by countless pipes, with sadness in his eyes.

These people are already guilty of treason, colluding with aliens, and betraying the Empire world; they are good enough to be dealt with.

Guilliman can be liquidated.

But he wouldn't smash the entire administrative system of Terra just to vent his anger.

His first task is to figure out how to clean up this mess.

Raschian watched Guilliman's retreating figure, seemingly still wanting to defend his decision.

"Sir, please understand."

"Of all the forces we could come into contact with, the Dark Eldar were the only ones who showed signs of healing. At the time, we thought we had no other choice."

Guilliman slowly turned around and looked at the Martian ruler.

"Who told you that no one but the Dark Eldar could repair the Golden Throne?"

Laskian, Frank, Danda, and Lassilo all looked surprised.

Who else?

Guilliman closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, a glimmer of hope ignited within them.

"Go and invite the Lord in charge of the seal."

“Just say that Terra needs him.”

Chapter 291 The bell tolls twelve times, Lawson enters Terra

Laskian, Frank, Danda, and Lassilo stood on the outer corridor, watching Guilliman deploy his troops, their expressions varying.

The name Lawson only exists in battle reports and rumors.

Does this mysterious Lord of the Seals truly have a way to repair the Golden Throne?

Or is Guilliman simply trying to use this opportunity to bring a more powerful force into the heart of Terra's power?

Guilliman ignored their ulterior motives.

He summoned Titus and Andros, who, upon their return from their mission, were personally promoted by Guilliman.

Twenty Ultra Warriors followed behind them.

They were all lucky ones who were sent to Agrippina after being severely wounded in the Terran Wars and underwent Skyforged transformation.

“Go to Vigilant Star.”

Guilliman looked at Titus and Andros: "Bring your gifts."

Two soldiers carried over a metal box made of Oramite alloy and black rock.

The box is nearly four meters long, and its surface is imprinted with complex mechanical runes and gear icons, with a striking spiral emblem in the center.

Titus and Andros stepped forward together and took the box.

Laskian's eyes flickered the moment he saw the spiral emblem.

He knew that logo all too well.

That was the personal mark of Belisarius Caul, that ancient monster.

"Your Excellency the Regent."

Raskian asked in confusion, "Could this box contain...?"

Guilliman glanced at Raskian.

"It is the 'Imperial Golden Armor' that the Great Sage Kaul reforged for the Emperor. Now it belongs to me. I am giving it to the Seal Holder of the Empire as a sign of sincerity. Do you have any questions?"

Raskian certainly knew about this project.

That was Kaul's plan to prepare a war husk capable of bearing His supreme divine might on the day the Emperor left the Golden Throne.

For this suit of armor, Kaul expended a massive amount of manpower, resources, and countless lost Dark Age technologies from the Mechanicus.