Warhammer: Empire Reboot

In the eyes of Khorne veterans, the souls of mortals are like torches burning brightly in the night, with nowhere to hide.

Calgos activated his backup senses, preparing to tear Lawson to pieces in the darkness.

The next second, he froze completely.

The living metal plastered on his helmet did not stop spreading.

The clump of silvery mud followed the texture of the armor and precisely drilled into all the radar arrays, thermal detection holes, and sonar receivers on the outside of the armor.

Physical blockage.

All the technological sensory probes were forcibly sealed off from the outside by living metal.

The retinal projection inside the helmet instantly turned into a static, lifeless screen. The system emitted a piercing malfunction alarm.

"So what! The Blood God will guide my battle axe!"

Kargos abandoned technology, fully opening his soul, and attempted to pinpoint Lawson's location using his subspace sense of smell.

Lawson stood still, watching Kargos wander around like a blind man.

Lawson's spiritual energy erupted suddenly.

His projection in subspace, that tiny black hole, instantly opened up an absolute barrier of isolation.

No subspace fluctuations can penetrate the gravity of a black hole.

Lawson's soul aura, heartbeat, and warmth were completely erased from Kargos's perception, wiped clean.

Kargos discovered in despair that there was nothing in front of him.

The air stopped moving. The heartbeat ceased.

The roar of the bombs faded away, the enemy's soul light vanished, and the smell of blood disappeared.

Even his own heavy breathing was trapped in that small space by the sealed helmet and the deathly silence of the system.

He was trapped in an "absolute hell of sensory deprivation".

For an ordinary person, sensory deprivation can drive them insane within days.

But for a World Eater veteran with the Butcher's Nail in his head, this is the most deadly dual physical and mental torture.

The Butcher's Nail requires external stimulation: the thrill of killing, gushing blood, the screams of enemies, or one's own excruciating pain.

These external feedbacks are the only fuel to keep the nail running.

Now, the outside is completely sealed off by living metal, and subspace perception has been completely erased by Lawson's black hole.

The nails did not respond to any feedback.

It cannot sense that its host is killing, nor can it sense changes in the outside world.

Therefore, Butcher's Nail believes that the host is "slacking off".

This cruel mechanical device began to spin wildly and discharge excessively in Kargos's brain.

The pain was ten times, a hundred times greater, instantly piercing his central nervous system.

"Aa ...

Kargos let out a bloodcurdling scream, utterly inhuman. The scream was muffled inside his helmet, causing his own eardrums to bleed.

He dropped the demon chainsaw axe from his hand and hugged the enormous helmet with both hands.

The excruciating pain completely robbed him of his senses. He stumbled around like a headless fly, the massive Terminator armor slamming into the bulkhead and creating huge dents.

He frantically scratched at the living metal on his helmet with his powered boxing gloves. His fingernails scraped and squeaked against the metal.

He tried to tear off the helmet, even going so far as to rip his scalp and skull apart.

"Blood! Give me blood! Get this quiet ghost out of here!"

He flailed his fists wildly, smashing the pipes beside him, but didn't even touch a scrap of Lawson's clothes.

At the same time.

The Terminator adjutant, surrounded by thirty company commander-level assassins, had his helmet completely sealed shut by the living metal controlled by Lawson. The black hole's shielding field also covered him.

Two powerful veteran World Devourers were thus transformed into two blind men in the middle of the passage, frantically self-harming and wailing in pain.

Under Lawson's control, the living metal precisely cracked a tiny gap, only two centimeters wide, at the thick neck seal of the Terminator armor.

Calgos was so tormented by the excruciating pain that he was completely unaware of the fatal opening.

Lawson reversed his grip on the master-level power sword.

The sword tip slid smoothly into the Terminator armor through the tiny crack.

Upwards, piercing through the cervical vertebrae.

agitation.

The sharp force field blade churned into a paste inside Calgos's skull, pulverizing it along with the Butcher's Nail that had tormented him for millennia.

The black hole projection instantly devoured the corrupt, crazed soul of this millennia-old veteran, completely erasing it, leaving him no chance even to be reborn in the warp.

[Slayed the World Eater Company Commander. Warp Energy +768.]

[Combat experience and Chaos Chapter tactical memories have been intercepted and are being synchronized to the Swarm Mindset.]

Lawson drew his longsword and flicked the blood off the blade.

He moved to the other side and, using the same method, completely finished off the Terminator lieutenant who was still struggling haphazardly on the ground.

[Slayed the World Eater's lieutenant, Warp Energy +668.]

The two enormous Terminator corpses collapsed with a crash.

"The best way to deal with rabid dogs is to put them in a silent black box."

Lawson glanced at the two priceless Iron Cavalry Terminator armor sets on the ground and issued commands to the assassins behind him via the swarm network.

"Take them apart, wash them clean, and remove the rotten flesh and nails inside. Now, they belong to the Luo family."

Chapter 124 The Sacrifice is Completed, the Demon Appears

Inside the mid-level passageway of the Tyrant-class cruiser, the World Eater's defenses are collapsing completely.

Without the command of the company commander and adjutant, the remaining dozens of veterans were left to fight entirely on their own.

Lawson swung his power sword, and azure light traced a cold arc in the dim passage.

He didn't stop.

The Tiger King armor's engine emitted a deep roar.

Lawson strode forward to support the other White Tiger assassins.

He wants to wipe out all the World Eater veterans.

The clearing of the interior of the Tyrant-class heavy cruiser is nearing completion.

The steel torrent, composed of 46 White Tiger powered armored vehicles, 8,000 platoon-level and 1,000 company-level suicide soldiers, completely pierced through this 5.5-kilometer-long steel behemoth.

The passageway was filled with the corpses of 90,000 mutated crew members.

All 110 veteran soldiers of the Devourer's main force were wiped out.

The clamor of battle gradually subsided. Inside the warship, only the low rumble of the plasma reactor and the splattering sound of the suicide soldiers' boots crunching on the blood remained.

The upper and middle decks of the Tyrant-class cruiser have been completely taken over by suicide soldiers.

Lawson turned his gaze to the bottom of the warship, a radiation hell.

That's the territory of the Dark Mechanicus.

A five-kilometer-long heavy cruiser with an infuriatingly complex internal structure. From a frenzied plasma reactor and a reality-distorting subspace engine to a Geller force field generator that protects the warship from demonic corruption, and a macro gun array that requires thousands of people to operate in coordination.

Ancient relics of this caliber possess incredibly violent mechanical spirits.

An ordinary dark mechanical priest simply couldn't control the situation.

The warship must be personally overseen by a dark sage who possesses unfathomable and forbidden knowledge, serving as its chief engineer and master craftsman.

Below the wise, there is a strict hierarchy.

Dozens of mid-level dark priests, hundreds of heretical technicians and slacker mages, and tens of thousands of slave laborers and mutated laborers forcibly stitched together by physical cutting and demonic spells, worked together to keep the warship running.

The World Eater Chapter and the Dark Mechanicus maintain a twisted symbiotic relationship on the ship.

Khorne's Space Marines are notoriously short-tempered. If a ship's engines stall, shields charge too slowly, or boarding torpedoes jam, a berserk World Eater veteran will storm into the engine room and hack the nearest Mechanicus to pieces with a chainsaw axe.

The Dark Sages who dared to roam the World Eater's ship were definitely not weak, tech-savvy individuals. They encased their mechanical bodies in heavy adamantite armor, welding heavy plasma cutters and multi-barreled thermal blasters directly to their servo arms. The Sages' server room doors were two meters thick, and the interior was filled with automated defensive turrets.

Even the World Eater Company Commander, Calgos, would never easily provoke the sage in the lower deck unless absolutely necessary.

Both sides only discussed interests.

The World Eater needs a warship that can be sailed, weapons that can be used, and damaged power armor that can be repaired.

The Dark Mechanicus, on the other hand, obtained rare ores, Imperial technology prototypes, and large numbers of fresh slaves from the World Eaters for cruel human experiments and warp sacrifices.

The army of assassins advanced relentlessly, swiftly eliminating all the World Devourer veterans.

The White Tiger assassins and company commander-level assassins, stepping over the scattered limbs and severed bodies, surrounded the steel blast-proof door of the reactor compartment. Heavy explosive rifles and plasma incinerators were all loaded and aimed at the entrance.

Inside the blast door, hundreds of fully armed heretical servants had already set up heavy weapon positions.

Wearing the Tiger King armor and carrying a Master-level power sword that was still dripping blood, Lawson walked to the front of the group.

With a heavy clanging of gears, the two-meter-thick steel explosion-proof door slowly slid open to both sides, releasing a torrent of high-pressure toxic steam.

The Dark Sage stepped out of the defensive line.

He was nearly three meters tall, and his lower body had been modified into a heavy-duty chassis with tracks, on which were hung human skulls covered in engine oil.

The upper body of the mechanical torso is covered with thick black and red adamantite armor.

Six massive servo robotic arms swung behind him, their ends equipped with high-temperature welding torches and rotary cannons powerful enough to melt ceramic steel.

The sage's face was now only half human flesh, with the other half inlaid with three mechanical compound eyes that shimmered with red light.

His tracks crushed the flesh and blood on the ground as he stopped in front of Lawson. His compound eyes scanned the imposing Tiger King armor from head to toe.

"Efficient killing, Astartes."