Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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"On the left side wall of the third pipe, 12 centimeters to the right of the second fixing rivet. The depth is thirty-five meters."

The optimal firing plan has been successfully pushed out.

These six assassins were like six mechanical arms on the same machine.

The five assassins behind the cover simultaneously poked half their bodies out.

They held the five Star Guardian standard laser rifles steadily in their hands.

Five laser guns fired simultaneously.

Five beams of high-energy red light, following five distinct angles of elevation and deflection, pierced precisely into five different pipe openings ahead, like the gaze of death.

The laser beam grazed the complex inner walls of the pipes without touching any obstacles, piercing straight into the deformed eyeballs of the five snipers hiding in the darkness.

The high temperature instantly boiled the liquid inside the eyeball.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five mutated snipers hiding at different depths and from different angles.

Their heads burst open in the same second, like ripe tomatoes.

The threat has been eliminated.

The sixth member of the squad didn't even participate in firing during those fractions of a second.

His task was to pull the safety pin on a high-explosive fragmentation grenade at the same moment the other five men opened fire to suppress it.

Using the parabolic trajectory provided by swarm intelligence, he casually threw the grenade toward the center of the intersection ahead.

The grenade traced an arc in the air.

Flight time: 1.2 seconds.

Three melee thugs wielding machetes attempted to use the sniper's cover to burst out from a blind spot in the side pipes and launch an attack.

They had just jumped into the air.

The grenade landed precisely in the center of the three of them.

boom!

A violent explosion occurred in mid-air.

Thousands of sharp metal fragments exploded outwards in spherical shapes.

The three thugs, still in mid-air, were instantly torn into pieces, their limbs falling to the ground like raindrops.

The six-person team didn't stop.

With guns at their heels, they marched in orderly steps, stepping over the scattered pieces of flesh and still-burning corpses, and continued their advance into the next passage.

Fifty meters behind the intersection.

A PDF technology sergeant responsible for maintaining the communication relay node was hiding behind sandbags, witnessing this miraculous scene through a miniature monitoring probe.

His hand gripped the edge of the monitor screen.

That hand trembled violently and uncontrollably for a full ten seconds.

Then, with utmost reverence, he removed his gas mask and helmet.

He knelt down with a thud and silently drew a perfectly standard Imperial Eagle hand gesture on his chest.

"By the Emperor..."

Chapter 103 Vespera's Wishful Thinking (Thanks to woofer for the patronage)

Planet Obolos, the defensive line at the border between the middle and lower nests.

Advance to the third standard Terra after the start of the campaign.

The suicide squad's battle line has penetrated deep into the bottom of the hive. The Planetary Defense Force (PDF) remaining at the rear defensive nodes is responsible for perimeter blockade and corpse cleanup.

The environment at the bottom of the nest was extremely harsh. High concentrations of corrosive gases destroyed most of the military surveillance probes. However, a few surviving wide-angle optical sensors, along with some retinal recorders from PDF engineers who followed up, captured fragments of the frontline battle.

These fragmented images were transmitted point-to-point between hundreds of PDF sites via unencrypted battlefield shortwave bands.

A specific video clip spread rapidly among the lower-ranking soldiers, transforming into a substantial myth.

Screen coordinates: Nest No. 1, bottom nest, E-12 waste disposal area.

A platoon leader-level assassin is conducting a melee cleanup using the "Hive Cut" tactic. He is surrounded by twelve heavily infected Nurgle mutants.

The mutant's muscle tissue becomes highly swollen and loses its sense of pain.

The assassin wields a monomolecular chainsaw sword in his right hand and a laser pistol in his left. Close combat erupts.

A gigantic mutant, over 2.5 meters tall, leaped down from a blind spot. In its hand lay a solid steel pipe, 15 centimeters in diameter and covered in highly toxic rust.

The steel pipe crashed down with extremely high gravitational acceleration.

The suicide squad member's tactical calculations determined that dodging would create a gap in the defensive line, so he chose to take the hit.

The steel pipe struck the assassin's left forearm.

A crisp cracking sound, the bulletproof armor shattered, and the assassin's left arm suffered a structural fracture at the elbow joint.

The severed arm fell onto the metal grating floor, and blood splattered everywhere.

According to normal human physiology, this level of trauma would trigger strong nerve pain signals, leading to temporary shock or motor dysfunction in the brain.

But the assassin's facial muscles didn't twitch at all, and his gaze didn't even shift a millimeter downwards to look at the severed arm.

The tactical priorities set by the system cover biological instincts.

0.1 seconds after his left arm broke, the assassin changed the grip on his right-hand chainsaw sword.

In the next 14 seconds.

The assassin wielded a heavy chainsaw sword with one arm, its high-frequency gears slicing through flesh and bone with absolute precision.

Eleven mutants were beheaded or cut in half at the waist in turn, and the last giant mutant was ripped open from bottom to top by a chainsaw sword.

The threat has been eliminated.

The assassin turned and walked to the spot where the severed arm had fallen. He bent down and picked up the still-bleeding left arm with his right hand.

He tucked the severed arm under his right armpit.

Then, he turned and walked to the back.

This 14-second silent video broke through the PDF soldiers' psychological defenses.

Another image is also circulating.

Coordinates: City 2, Maze Passage.

A company commander-level suicide soldier stood at the corner of a standard T-shaped corridor.

Thirty mutants poured out of the left corridor. Twenty-five poured out of the right corridor.

The assassin did not choose to retreat. He drew his two pistols.

Left hand: heavy explosive pistol; right hand: plasma pistol.

The recoil parameters, ballistic trajectories, and charging times of the two weapons are completely different.

The company commander-level suicide soldier fired with his left hand into the left corridor and with his right hand into the right corridor.

His head remained still, and the focus of his left and right eyes was separated.

He was performing a two-way precision shot that defied the logic of human neurology.

The recoil of the bomb pistol was perfectly absorbed by the muscles of the left arm, and the plasma pistol's orb accurately hit the head of the mutant on the right.

The hit rate was over 90%.

To ordinary PDF soldiers, it was like magic.

In Lawson's underlying system logic, this is the result of genetic leap.

The third-order leap endows Lawson with three-channel parallel neural processing capabilities.

Swarm intelligence perfectly imparts this neural computing power to platoon-level suicide soldiers who meet the physical fitness standards through skill sharing.

Independent calculation and independent execution.

These images triggered a nuclear fission-like chemical reaction among the 300,000 PDF soldiers.

Extreme shock transformed into a near-religious awe.

Inside the trench, a scarred veteran watched a video on a data panel.

He turned off the screen and took off his mud-covered helmet.

He trembled as he drew an imperial eagle symbol with tremendous force on his chest.

"The Emperor's Grim Reaper..." he murmured the ancient scripture.

This behavior is highly contagious.

On the safety passage left by the advance of the suicide squad.

Some PDF soldiers responsible for cleaning up the bodies saw bloody footprints left by the assassins on the adamantite floor.

They put down their shovels, knelt down, and kissed the bloody footprints.

The fervor of faith replaced the fear of the mutants.