Warhammer: Empire Reboot

He moved through the grid.

One round of shooting is over.

Lawson hovered in the air. The previous round of firing had fired more than 40 rounds, none of which hit their mark.

The psionic shield was never activated; the only way to dodge was through maneuvering.

That's not enough; he needs to test the shield's limits.

"Heavy explosive gun, fire alone."

The five suicide soldiers ceased fire.

The assassin with the heavy explosive pistol raised the muzzle and aimed.

A heavy explosive grenade, trailing a thick orange flame, shot toward Lawson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The psionic shield is fully activated.

It formed a round shield about one meter in diameter about an arm's length in front of Lawson.

The heavy bomb hit the shield.

A dull, loud thud, like a hammer striking an anvil.

The psionic shield did not break.

"One more shot."

The second heavy explosive round struck.

This time, the psionic shield shattered, and the blue light curtain exploded like broken ice, with fragments turning into countless points of light that dissipated in the air.

The heavy bomb pierced through the shattered shield and headed straight for Lawson's chest.

But Steel Wings reacted faster than Lawson's consciousness.

Two wings closed in front of him, crossing over his chest like two steel shields.

The layers of metal wings were pressed together to form a living metal barrier about 15 centimeters thick.

The heavy bomb collided with the steel wings.

explosion.

The shockwave propelled Lawson more than ten meters from a height of 80 meters.

He did a half somersault in the air to regain his balance.

With its wings spread, the living metal began to slowly repair itself.

Lawson is unharmed.

Two heavy explosive rounds were fired. The psionic shield took the first hit, and the steel wings blocked the second.

In conclusion, his current individual combat strength is sufficient to serve as a highly mobile assault unit on the battlefield, but he is not yet capable of directly confronting heavy firepower.

enough.

Lawson landed slowly, his feet touching the ground.

The steel wings condensed and liquefied behind him, flowing back into the [Arsenal] and disappearing.

Lawson stretched his shoulders.

satisfaction.

At this moment, four figures emerged from the passageway on the other side of the platform.

Combat Nun Squad.

Leading the group is Captain Katarina, followed by the twin sisters, and lastly Vera.

They had also witnessed Lawson's test, and were initially shocked. Then, considering that he was the emperor's messenger on earth, it was no surprise.

Vera, in particular, had wings a few days ago, but not anymore, and she missed that feeling.

It is said that the living saint Celestine can also spread his wings and fly through the air, fight, and rescue the people of the empire from their suffering.

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Lawson patted Vera on the shoulder.

"When the empire needs you, your power will return."

Hope rekindled in Vera's eyes.

Katarina asked, "My lord, is there a combat mission planned for us after this summons?"

During this period, Lawson did not assign them any combat missions.

Katarina went to the battlefield outside the hive city several times to fight orcs; she had inexhaustible brute strength.

Lawson glanced at her; this girl was more suited to the role of a living saint.

However, if she can create one Saint Vera, she can also create another Saint Catherine.

If one day, the court comes to investigate him, suspecting him of being a heretic, and sees him accompanied by four living saints with shining holy angel wings, I wonder what their expression will be.

The premise is that these four nuns are absolutely loyal.

"The current rest is preparation for war. If the warships from Planet 1 sail over our heads tomorrow, you will have a chance to fight!"

The four nuns were also somewhat worried when the threat from Planet 1 was mentioned.

They also knew that the planet's food supply wouldn't last long, at most two months.

I wonder how the fleet that the adults sent out is doing.

If we can't get the food, the entire Nest world will be doomed even without the enemy attacking.

At this moment, Lawson tossed each of the four nuns a piece of green food: "Try it, see how it tastes."

Although the food in the top section was good, all four of them said it was good after tasting it.

At the very least, the taste is more than ten levels better than that of corpse starch.

With a half-smile, Lawson asked, "Would you like to know how these are made?"

After the four expressed their curiosity, Lawson led them to the bottom of the nest.

He did this after careful consideration; having their support in the future would make many things much easier.

Lawson also wanted to see their attitude towards the heretical practice of raising green skins.

This will determine the next steps for them.

Their expressions later will probably be quite interesting.

PS: Guys, I'll get back to writing as soon as possible!

Chapter 115 The Deepening of the Lawson Mark, the Nuns' Ultimate Adoration

The air in the bottom nest always carries a rotten, sweet smell.

Four battle nuns followed Lawson down the main passage that had been cleared by the assassins.

Katarina walked at the front, her gaze constantly sweeping across the shadows on either side.

"grown ups."

Katarina's voice echoed in the empty corridor: "What you said you would show us... is in the bottom nest?"

Without turning his head, Lawson asked, "How did the rations you guys eat taste?"

"very good."

Katarina answered without hesitation, "The soldiers at the front say it's the best thing they've ever eaten in their lives."

"It tastes salty."

Sera interjected, with a hint of surprise: "Real saltiness, and... umami. In the lower levels of the hive, this stuff is rarer than ammunition."

Sena didn't speak, she just nodded slightly.

Vera walked at the very back, her pace slightly slower than the other three.

She noticed that the graffiti on the corridor walls had been covered with gray paint, but in some places, the rotten symbols left by Nurgle believers could still be faintly seen.

"The rations you eat,"

"It was produced in the place I'm going to take you to see," Lawson said.

At the end of the passage is a three-meter-high industrial isolation door.

Two platoon-level suicide soldiers stood guard at the door.

As Lawson walked by, the assassins simultaneously stepped aside, and the hydraulic locks on the isolation door clicked open.

Behind the door was a downward-sloping path, and the air temperature suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.

A strong odor wafted over, damp, stuffy, and with a pungent, sour smell.

After walking about four hundred meters up the slope, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

A huge domed space appeared before us.

This used to be the wastewater treatment center of Dichao, but it has now been completely transformed.

Below the dome are dozens of cylindrical metal pools, each over twenty meters in diameter and nearly as tall as the roof.

The surface of the pool is covered with a dense network of pipes and monitoring equipment, and steam hisses out from the seams everywhere.

On the dome control platform, a dozen non-combatant suicide soldiers were operating the instrument panel.

Katarina saw the things in the pools first.

Through the observation window on the side of the pool, clumps of dark green organic matter wriggled in the turbid culture medium.

Some had already grown short, thick legs and round bodies, with their mouths wide open and filled with serrated teeth, rolling and writhing in the liquid.

Squiger, the green-skinned alien!

Katarina had already pulled her explosive pistol a third of the way out of its holster, the safety pushed off with her thumb, and the veins on her temples throbbed twice.

“Aliens…” Sera’s voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth, “They keep… live aliens here…”

Sena's lips moved faster: "Where the Emperor's light shines, the alien has nowhere to hide... When the Emperor's wrath descends..."