Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Krauser chuckled. “I don’t care about the dead. I just want my rule to be secure. Once the World Eaters have smothered Planet Three, I’ll send people to take over those vacant hive cities. Now, increase patrols in the Spire. I smell something uneasy.”

"Your Bloodsteel Guard has already deployed three layers of defense outside."

Voltis retreated into the shadows. "Six hundred molten steel guns and heavy machine guns are watching every entrance. Not even a fly can get in."

At the same time.

Maintenance interlayer for ventilation ducts below the spire area.

This place is less than 100 meters vertically from the governor's command center. The pipes are filled with the stench of exhaust fumes and engine oil.

A low-ranking slave dressed in a repairman's uniform is cleaning a pipe filter.

A few seconds ago, a faint blue light flashed deep in his pupils.

He stopped what he was doing.

He stood up and walked to the widest intersection on the mezzanine. He raised his right hand, holding it in mid-air.

The air began to refract strangely. Space was like a curtain ripped open by a sharp blade, revealing a two-meter-high, pitch-black rift.

[Arsenal/Static Field] Activated.

A muscular arm, clad in a black special operations suit, emerged from the crack and grabbed the repairman's hand.

The next second, a 2.3-meter-tall, rock-muscle-bound company commander-level assassin was forcibly pulled out of the crack.

As soon as he landed, he turned around and reached his hands into the crevice.

Two hands pulled two people out.

The four men turned around and peered inside again. They pulled out eight people.

Eight becomes sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two.

This viral human relay transmission erupted at an exponentially terrifying speed in this narrow space.

The same applies to other hidden areas in the top section.

Within a minute, the entire decapitation squad arrived via dozens of teleportation points.

Eight hundred company commander-level suicide soldiers. Three thousand platoon leader-level suicide soldiers.

The platoon leader-level assassin was armed with a heavy explosive gun and a plasma incinerator.

Eight hundred company commander-level suicide soldiers removed the special equipment from their backs.

A ceramic steel storm shield that is 1.8 meters high and 5 centimeters thick.

The Storm Shield is equipped with a miniature force field generator on the front, and the edges of the shield have serrated buckles.

"Coordinates confirmed. Target number one: Krauser. Target number two: six members of the Steel Warriors Chapter Astartes."

The swarm intelligence command exploded directly in the minds of all the assassins.

"Tactical orders issued. Targeted defensive formation activated. Annihilation commences."

The outermost 32 company commander-level suicide soldiers simultaneously raised their storm shields and smashed through the metal louvers of the ventilation interlayer.

The third-floor circular corridor in the spire area.

Soldiers of the Bloodsteel Legion are patrolling with bio-engineered hounds injected with stimulants.

These soldiers were all desperate fighters who had fought their way out of the arena; their lifespans were short, and their nerves were always in a state of high alert.

The metal wall on the side suddenly exploded.

A metal wall composed of thirty-two ceramic steel shields appeared out of thin air and slammed into the corridor floor.

"Enemy attack!"

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The patrol captain roared as he raised his laser carbine.

The bio-engineered hounds barked wildly and lunged at the shield.

A row of dark gun barrels peeked out from the gaps in the shield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy bombs were launched at near-zero distance, with precise head-on alignment.

The bio-engineered hound's head was smashed in mid-air, its body slid off the shield. The patrol soldier didn't even have time to pull the trigger before his entire upper body exploded into a cloud of blood mist from the kinetic energy of the explosive warhead.

The alarm sounded instantly throughout the entire spire area.

A piercing red light flashed.

Countless Bloodsteel Legion soldiers poured out of the barracks.

The heavy machine gun was mounted behind cover in the corridor. The muzzle of the thermoforming gun began to radiate intense heat.

"Fire! Tear them apart!"

A dense network of firepower covered the corridor.

Laser beams, explosive rounds, and armor-piercing rounds rained down on the suicide squad's shield wall.

The miniature force field generator on the shield flashed blue light.

The warhead created ripples on the surface of the shield.

Some of the large-caliber armor-piercing projectiles penetrated the force field, creating dents on the terrazzo surface.

The assassins, shielded by storm shields, advanced in perfect unison.

Each step is precise to the centimeter. The interlocking clips between the shields fit together tightly, forming an unbreakable mobile steel defense line.

The platoon leader-level assassins in the back row mounted their bomb guns on the firing ports at the top of their shields.

The swarm intelligence calculates the gaps in enemy firepower in real time.

"Bearing 034, machine gunner reloading. Shot dead."

A high-explosive shell pierced through the smoke and precisely blew the skull off the enemy machine gunner.

"Azimuth 112, preheat the hot melt gun. Concentrate fire for coverage."

Six bomb guns simultaneously turned their muzzles.

The Bloodsteel soldier who had just picked up the thermoelectric gun was riddled with bullets, and the thermoelectric battery exploded, burning five of his comrades to death.

This is a one-sided massacre.

The suicide squad's advance speed is constant.

Facing an enemy lying on the ground, they stomped on their throat and crushed it.

No matter how fierce the enemy's firepower, the shield wall remained perfectly in place.

The three-layered outer defense perimeter collapsed within four minutes.

The carpet was covered with the mutilated corpses of the Bloodsteel Legion.

The smell of blood wafted into the command center through the central air conditioning vents.

Krauser's face darkened completely.

He overturned the wine jug on the table and pulled a double-edged power sword with a force field generator from the weapon rack.

"The outer perimeter troops were completely wiped out in four minutes and twelve seconds."

Klaus gritted his teeth: "What are these things? The World Eaters couldn't achieve this kind of casualty ratio. Is this a well-organized elite Astartes? The Raven Guard? Or the Alpha Legion?"

"None of them seem like it."

Boom! The walls on both sides of the hall were violently smashed and shattered.

Six veteran steel warriors stepped through the gravel into the center of the command hall, shielding Krauser behind them.

Walter carried a huge rotary assault gun.

The cannon barrel had already begun preheating and rotating. The other five veterans were equipped with heavy bomb guns, plasma cannons, and powered warhammers, respectively.

"The formation is too tight. There are no unnecessary battle cries."

Walters stared at the heavy steel door at the entrance to the hall.

“They’re moving forward like machines. Governor, you’ve messed with them.”

"Kill them all! This door can hold off the molten steel for five minutes!" Krauser roared.

Boom!

Before the words were even finished, the massive steel gate, weighing tens of tons, was smashed open by a violent physical force.

The door hinge broke, and the entire door flew into the hall like a cannonball, crashing onto the obsidian floor and sliding for more than ten meters.

Behind the gate, a steel wall composed of hundreds of ceramic storm shields was revealed.

A massive army of assassins is pressing in.

"Heavy firepower! Crush this pile of scrap metal!" Walters roared.

Six veteran steel warriors opened fire simultaneously.

The rotary assault guns roared as they tore through the air, and thousands of large-caliber armor-piercing shells per minute swept towards the shield wall like a metal storm.

The plasma cannon spewed out dazzling blue orbs of light, with temperatures approaching the melting point of ceramic steel.

The Iron Warriors' tactics are simple and brutal: crush all defenses with overwhelming firepower.

The shield wall was met with a terrifying physical impact.

If it were the Imperial Astral Army, even their elite soldiers clad in armor, their shields would be torn to shreds in an instant.

The kinetic energy contained in the bullet is enough to turn a mortal's internal organs into a pulp.

The thirty-two company commander-level suicide soldiers in the front row had their legs slightly bent, firmly nailed to the obsidian floor.

The terrifying muscle groups, equivalent to those of a Proto-Forged Space Marine, tensed instantly, and the bones, tougher than steel, absorbed the recoil force that was enough to overturn an armored vehicle.

The micro-force fields on the surface of the Storm Shield flickered violently, and some armor-piercing warheads pierced through the force fields, creating deep craters in the five-centimeter-thick ceramic steel.

The shoulder armor of several assassins was hit by the plasma wave, and their flesh was instantly carbonized, revealing the dark silver bones underneath.