Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Within a week, life signals in the star systems of the three complete Wotan Alliances were successively wiped out.

The Hearthblood warriors of those three alliances took resilience to the extreme.

Faced with the insect swarm that obscured the star, they transformed entire refined space stations into orbital bombs, welded the thrusters of their warships to overload gear to collide with the insect hive behemoths, and even before the last line of defense collapsed, High-ranking Karl personally pressed the antimatter collapse fuse of the planet's core.

However, Leviathan was too large.

Nineteen massive main tentacles, like a clenched, fleshy claw, mercilessly closed in the narrow space of the galactic core.

Inside the Grom-Ka heavy rail fortress, the last defensive hub of the Great Turian Alliance.

On the holographic star map, the brilliant golden light that once represented the territory of Wotan has now been reduced to a few scattered islands.

Vast swaths of crimson not only engulfed the shipping lanes, but even began to condense into dense bloodstains on the gravity ring surrounding the fortress.

"The last data broadcast from the Son of the Anvil has been cut off."

"Their home planet carried out a self-destruction of its core, and the last message it sent back was... 'The hatred has been recorded, but the ledger is probably no longer available.'"

The command center was deathly silent.

Dozens of high-ranking Karls and clan representatives, clad in heavy armor, sat around the table. Even the most irritable old dwarf was now just biting his burnt cigar, his eyes filled with not only raging anger but also a deep, bone-deep despair.

"Nineteen main tentacles, and there are over a thousand Queen-class bio-ships that have entered our star sector alone."

Olsen, the commander of the Kronus hegemony, twitched the corner of his mouth.

“We filled all the spare cloning bays with high-explosive promethium and welded all the civilian mining lasers to the city walls, but even if each tribesman can replace an average of 30,000 insects, the remaining number is enough to gnaw the entire galactic core into dust.”

"At least we don't have to worry about future pension and estate taxes."

An old man named Karl, whose cheek was half covered with a rough alloy plate, exhaled a puff of smoke.

“By the spirits of our ancestors, once we have all become fertilizer in the bellies of insects, future auditors who want to collect taxes from us will have to jump into the digestive tract to retrieve our bone fragments first.”

"Relax, Wald."

Another master craftsman wiped the weight wrench in his hand.

"The only downside is that if those damned long-legged human charlatans ever pass by, they'll probably point at this void and laugh at us: 'Look, those dwarves finally dug themselves up so much they don't even have a grave left.'"

"They can't laugh."

Wald snorted coldly.

"Because once these biochemical scum have finished chewing us up, the next ones to be skinned alive will be those long-legged idiots."

Just then, the piercing air raid siren suddenly ripped through the communication channel!

In the void directly in front of the fortress, a massive, suffocating bio-force field forcefully tore through the asteroid belt's gravitational barrier.

That was the command core of Leviathan's thirteenth main tentacle.

Three colossal bio-engineered motherships, each forty kilometers long, slowly approached, surrounded by tens of thousands of escorting synaptic ships.

The viscous psionic shadows acted like an invisible black wall, instantly extinguishing the fortress's last remaining weak communication with the outside world.

"Full ship overload reactor."

Wald slowly drew the gravity warhammer from his waist, his face as cold as a stubborn rock.

"Final plan activated. Connect all self-destruct fuses to my heart rate monitor, and once they're within a thousand kilometers... we'll give these beasts the most expensive fireworks display in the entire galaxy."

All the Hearthblood warriors silently raised their bomb guns and plasma cannons, awaiting the impending catastrophe.

But then, the cold void that had been tightly sealed by Tyrann's psionic energy suddenly experienced an extremely violent spatial distortion without warning!

A dark gray metallic shadow, obscuring the sky, suddenly crashed into the battlefield!

"Space collapse alarm!"

The fortress radar operator shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The gravity readings have exploded! Something...something just flattened the void and jumped out!"

"Not Zerg!"

Before the eyes of countless Wotan warriors, a massive, dark gray warship, 15.2 kilometers long, tore through the curtain of light.

On either side of it were thirty identical, towering divine bodies, surrounded by sixty eight-kilometer-class heavy warships, three hundred long, black-bladed strike ships, and behind them, an endless imperial fleet!

Its geometric outline, imbued with the ultimate in engineering brutality, instantly forced the shadow of Tyrannosaurus across the entire star field back by half a step!

"That's... a human fleet?"

Wald's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"What kind of interstellar joke is this! Where are their flying cathedrals and gilded statues? When did these long-legged toilet seat guys become capable of creating this kind of 100% pure killing iron block?"

Before the Wotans could recover from their shock, the human fleet had already given the most direct answer.

Along the central axis of the thirty [Burning Star Super Battleships] leading the way, a dark golden energy spine running from bow to stern simultaneously erupted with dazzling light comparable to a supernova explosion!

Inside the bridge of the flagship of the Seal Bearers, the "Heavenly Punishment".

"Target locked: Leviathan main tentacle synapse synapse thymus central nervous system."

"Stellar compression core output calibration complete."

"Execute the first round of live-fire tests, output threshold setting: 60%."

"Fire."

"boom!"

There was no sound in the void, but deep in the souls of all the witnesses, they seemed to hear the violent roar of a star being torn apart!

Thirty pale beams of light, each hundreds of meters in diameter, shot out from the bow of the self-igniting star-sized ship!

Wherever the beam of light passed, everything within thousands of kilometers along its path instantly vaporized!

The Leviathan Mothership, which had withstood the bombardment of three Alliance mining cannons, had its hard chitinous shell disintegrate into its most primitive atomic state within a second of contact with the Stellar Spear.

The beam of light pierced through the ship from bow to stern without any obstruction, sweeping forward for a full 50,000 kilometers without diminishing its momentum!

Immediately afterwards, the circular bows of the sixty Zhenyue-class heavy capital ships suddenly lit up with a deep black-purple glow.

A salvo of pulsed gravity collapse cannons!

The gravitational constants in dozens of local voids were instantly rewritten.

The thousands of synaptic bio-ships that had just had their formation torn apart by the light spear, along with hundreds of millions of tons of flesh and blood, were crushed into dense, cold meat pies in microseconds by the gravity singularity that ignored their defenses!

Three hundred Light-class ships cut into the battlefield like black reapers.

Thousands of continuous-wavelength energy spears flashed at frequencies beyond reason, cleaving the remaining escort bio-ships in half!

From the tearing of space to the sweeping of thirty beams of starlight across the void, and then to the gravitational collapse into shape.

A single, massive tentacle of Leviathan's main force, which obscured most of the galaxy and nearly wiped out the four Wotan Alliances...

From the Queen Mother's central command to the escort fleet, everything was wiped out on the spot, leaving only charred remains and gravitational dust floating in the void.

Inside the fortress command cabin, the half-burnt cigar in Wald's mouth finally fell to the floor.

All the Karl, the Grand Craftsman, and the Hess Guard soldiers stood frozen in place, as if petrified.

A Bloch craftsman mechanically rubbed his eyes.

"Ancestral spirits... Ancestral spirits above..."

Wald swallowed hard, looked down at the gravity warhammer in his hand that he had originally intended to take everyone down with him, and then looked up at the thirty black behemoths, each fifteen kilometers in size, radiating terrifying heat radiation on the screen.

The old dwarf wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself:

"It's over... This debt of gratitude is so huge... Even if we mortgage all the mines in our alliance to them, the books still won't balance."

Just then, the fortress's highest defense frequency band was forcibly taken over.

A domineering voice pierced through the communication terminals of every Wotan warrior:

“I am Lawson, the Seal Bearer of the Empire.”

"I heard that your ledgers are missing a few blood debts from Leviathan."

"Don't rush to blast the mine, come out and collect your debts."

The moment the master control command of the flagship [Tianzhu] of the Seal Bearer switched into battlefield communications, the combat dimension of the entire galactic core was forcibly raised to a higher level.

This is no longer a desperate defense by clan guards relying on basalt bunkers, but an interstellar hunt dominated by the heavy industrial standards of the Golden Age.

Those giant bio-ships that once troubled the Wotan heavy gunners were as fragile as withered leaves in front of the stellar spine cannon at 60% power.

Wherever the light lance pierced, the chitinous armor, synaptic nerve plexuses, and tens of thousands of tons of strong acid digestive fluid inside the mothership were completely evaporated into atomic clouds the instant they came into contact with the beam.

The defenses of the various alliances in Wotan, which had been under immense pressure, have been completely reversed.

On the outskirts of the Greater Turian Alliance, the seventh and ninth Leviathan main tentacles, which were originally encircling three mining star belts, were cut off from the flanks by the Imperial squadron that arrived at the scene.

Immediately afterwards, the four large tentacles surrounding the Kronus hegemony and the Ymir union also collapsed one after another under the high-density gravitational collapse and energy cutting.

Deprived of synaptic command, the low-tier insectoid ships descended into a frenzy of infighting in the void, before being completely wiped out by the swarming conventional Imperial cruisers and the Tau Allied firepower.

With the battle in the void settled, the cleansing of the ground began.

The surface of the seventh mining planet beneath Grom-Ka Fortress.

Thick, scorching smoke and the smell of sulfur filled the entire canyon, where the remaining hundreds of Wotanhes Guard soldiers were building a circular position using the wreckage of several disabled land fortresses.

The rock beneath their feet was riddled with holes from acid corrosion, and their ammunition boxes were already empty.

Tens of thousands of new-generation jumping insects with thick, grayish-white carapaces are surging along the collapsed cliff like a tide.

Just as old Karl gripped his short-handled power axe, preparing to launch a desperate charge, a series of dazzling, eerie blue beams of light suddenly descended from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of saber-toothed tiger-shaped heavy-duty hunting platforms smashed through the rock strata at the bottom of the valley, shattering the insect swarm within a radius of 100 meters into a bloody pulp.

Following closely behind were thousands of combat troops.

The massacre in the canyon ended within forty minutes.

The ground was littered with grayish-white insect corpses and empty shells; the rampaging Leviathan vanguard had been completely wiped out.

At the edge of the position, an old, short officer whose beard had been mostly singed off by the flames was panting heavily, leaning on the scorching armor plates of the ruins beside him to steady himself.

His heavy gravity hammer was covered in cracks, and his left power boot was half burned by acid in the close combat, revealing the charred alloy lining.