Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The surface of the stainless steel nozzle began to undulate, and the metallic texture turned into pale, wrinkled flesh.

It turned into an extremely fat maggot that was dripping yellow slime.

Riegl's heart clenched violently, and his breathing stopped.

He blinked hard and shook his head.

The hallucination disappeared.

The cold metal nozzle was still in front of me.

"Maybe he's just too tired. Hallucination."

Liger muttered to himself, swallowing hard, trying to calm his racing heart.

Just then.

Less than five meters away on the adjacent assembly line, a coworker suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.

"clang!"

The coworker threw away the heavy metal wrench in terror, which slammed against the steel plate with a loud thud.

"Spider! A spider is crawling on my face! Help! Get it away!"

The coworker frantically scratched his cheeks with both hands, his nails digging deep into his flesh, leaving bloody marks.

His expression was contorted to the extreme, as if he were enduring immense fear.

Riegl immediately turned his head to look over.

Under the glaring halogen lights of the factory.

The coworker's face was clean, except for machine oil and the blood he had just scratched off. Nothing else.

“Are you crazy…” Liger was about to ask.

Snapped!

The lights went out.

It wasn't a malfunction of one of the lights above Riegl's head.

It includes the entire E-7 factory area, including the streets connecting to it, and everything within sight.

All halogen lamps, searchlights, and indicator lights.

They both turn off within the same microsecond.

The factory was instantly swallowed by absolute darkness.

No emergency lights came on.

One second after darkness fell.

Screams.

It erupted simultaneously from the throats of tens of thousands of people from all directions.

The effects of crystal dust are amplified dramatically in the dark.

When visual references are lost, the brain begins to fabricate illusions based on fear hormones.

Thirty seconds later.

Riegl felt the air around him begin to thin.

The main air processor failed, and tens of thousands of people gathered in a closed workshop, where oxygen was consumed at an extremely rapid rate.

Rigel felt as if he were in a high-altitude mining area with every breath. The air he inhaled could not provide enough oxygen molecules.

It felt like a lead plate weighing hundreds of pounds was pressing on my chest.

The instinct for panic took over the bodies of these tens of thousands of people.

The crowd began to blindly surge toward the exit they remembered.

Riegl was swept along by the unseen crowd around him, his feet almost off the ground, moving passively forward.

In the darkness, he heard a dull metallic scraping sound and a tremendous roar coming from ahead.

"boom!"

The ground trembled slightly.

That was the sound of a fifty-ton emergency isolation gate slamming heavily onto the factory gate floor after being hydraulically released.

The crowd at the forefront was like a raging flood, crashing head-on into this insurmountable golden dam.

Kinetic energy is instantly converted into extremely lethal compression.

The crowd behind, unaware that there was no way forward, continued to push and shove desperately forward.

"Stop pushing! The door's closed!"

"Back off! Back off!"

In the darkness, Riegl heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

I heard a hoarse, suffocating scream as the air was squeezed out of the lungs.

It was during this desperate moment of extreme oxygen deprivation, darkness, and overcrowding.

A hoarse, fearful male voice burst forth from a corner of the crowd. The sound was so loud that it drowned out the surrounding noise.

"The plague from the bottom nest has breached the defenses! The poison gas is rising! I smell corpses!"

This statement has not been verified in any way.

But at this moment, it is the perfect fuse to ignite everything.

It's like a burning match being thrown into a sealed tank filled with high-purity promethium fuel.

Hallucinations, absolute darkness, suffocation from lack of oxygen, a closed-off dead end.

Add to that the “reasonable” threat of death provided by that statement.

The rational logic of tens of thousands of workers collapsed completely at the same moment.

The instinct for survival transformed into the most ferocious beast.

The stampede erupted in full force.

Liger felt an irresistible, enormous force pushing him from behind.

He lost his balance and fell heavily onto the cold steel floor.

He tried to prop himself up with his hands.

But the next second, a heavy steel-toed work boot stepped on his back.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

Countless feet, in absolute darkness, frantically trampled over his back, the back of his head, and his arms.

The excruciating pain spread throughout my body.

"what!"

A woman's sharp high heel pierced directly through Ligel's left hand, which he was trying to use to protect his head.

The heel was driven into the metacarpal bone.

Riegl wanted to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

But he opened his mouth.

The weight of the dozens of people above them had completely compressed his lungs, making it impossible for him to inhale even a single breath of air.

In the middle hive region of the three main hive cities on the planet Obolos.

Similar scenes played out hundreds of times at the same time.

Nest No. 3, the highest level secret chamber in the Spire District.

Inside the deep blue crystal ball.

The originally dim light began to rise and explode at a speed visible to the naked eye, in a geometric progression.

Vespera watched the numbers on the dashboard rise sharply.

She picked up the glass of high-end red wine, which was translucent purple.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

His grey-blue eyes were filled with extreme pleasure at the passing of life and self-intoxication at this perfect harvest.

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Chapter 104 The Counterattack of 80,000 Ants

The third coolant distribution station is located just 200 meters away from the assembly line where Ligel works.

A worker wearing gray, oil-stained work clothes is carrying a standard industrial-grade coolant circulation tank.

The worker's Ministry of the Interior registration number is: Worker-7749.

The actual code is: Non-combat suicide soldier, number M-4417.

M-4417's appearance was perfectly sculpted by the system to resemble a low-level laborer who had endured fifty standard Terran years in the middle of Hive City.

His back was slightly hunched, his knuckles were large and covered with calluses, and his breathing rate was no different from that of an ordinary person who worked in a mildly toxic gas environment for many years.

However, inside its skull, the cerebral cortex is executing a hemisphere alternation and parallel processing mechanism that is extremely contrary to the common sense of human physiology.

The left hemisphere takes over the body's motor neurons, and their output power is deliberately suppressed to 60% of the human limit in order to maintain the disguise.

The right hemisphere, as an active biological computing node, is directly integrated into the swarm intelligence network.

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