Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The air in the very center of the cavity emitted a piercing, tearing sound.

The barriers of reality were completely corroded and dissolved by the blood of millions.

A pitch-black fissure stretching a kilometer long appeared out of nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, dark red hellfire ignited inside the rift.

The subspace passage has been fully opened.

A strong, suffocating smell of sulfur, copper, and scalding blood erupted from the passage like a hurricane, instantly engulfing the entire underground space.

At the other end of the passage came a terrifying roar, as if millions of wild beasts were roaring at the same time.

The demon army has descended.

The first to emerge from the dark red flames were tens of thousands of bloodthirsty demons.

These Khorne infantrymen, standing over two meters tall and covered in hard red scales and bone spurs, had eyes burning with incandescent fury.

They wielded hellblades forged from the essence of the warp.

The greatsword emitted a soul-ripping shriek simply as it sliced ​​through the air.

As the bloodthirsty demon charged, countless flesh-and-blood hounds, each the size of a buffalo, burst forth from the passage.

They wore brass collars around their necks that granted them immunity to psychic powers, and their sharp claws dug deep furrows in the floor, leaving trails of fiery footprints.

Behind the demon array, the heavy stomping of metal shattered the rocks on the ground.

The Blood Crushers make their appearance, with powerful demon riders straddling the backs of the colossal Blood Crusher Warbeast, forged from brass and boiling blood.

These demonic engines weigh more than a Lemanrus main battle tank, and with each charge, they can crush a full-strength Astragalus infantry company into a bloody pulp.

The crimson tide of demons surged like a burst dam, overflowing the eight-pointed star magic circle and heading straight for the blast door.

At the bottom of the passage, the company commander who carried out the decapitation mission, along with his eight hundred company commander-level suicide soldiers and three thousand platoon leader-level suicide soldiers, were blocking the only exit of the underground cavern.

Faced with the overwhelming, seemingly endless army of Khorne demons, the formation of the 3,800 elite warriors did not waver even a millimeter.

The instructions of swarm intelligence were instantly refreshed in their minds.

"Enemy unit identified: Subspace entity. Quantity: Infinite. Threat level: Lethal."

"Tactical order issued: Tighten formation. Heavy shields push forward. Hold the line and await reinforcements."

Eight hundred company commander-level suicide soldiers stepped forward and slammed the 1.8-meter-tall ceramic storm shield heavily onto the ground.

The clips on the edge of the shield were tightly engaged, and the micro force field generator was overloaded at full power, forming a deep blue energy barrier on the surface of the shield wall.

The platoon leader-level suicide soldiers in the rear picked up heavy explosive guns and plasma incinerators.

The demonic horde crashed into the steel defenses.

boom!

The kinetic energy of the first wave of impact is comparable to that of a small-scale earthquake.

Hundreds of flesh-and-blood hounds lunged at the shield wall, their sharp teeth, capable of crushing steel, frantically gnawing at the force field barrier.

The Bloodthirsty Demon wielded the Blade of Hell, slashing fiercely at the surface of the ceramic steel.

The demon's immense strength and the Hellblade's armor-piercing properties instantly caused severe damage to the defensive line.

The force fields of more than a dozen storm shields overloaded and extinguished.

The terracotta shield was cleaved in two by the blade of hell.

The company commander-level assassin hiding behind the shield had his arm severed and half his head cut off by the demonic weapon.

"Fire."

Three thousand heavy bomb guns fired simultaneously within 0.1 seconds.

The dense barrage of bullets created a terrifying physical storm.

Large-caliber armor-piercing explosive rounds blasted into the chests of the bloodthirsty demons at point-blank range, detonating inside their bodies.

The demon's scales and bones were blasted to pieces.

Dark red filthy blood and warp energy debris flew everywhere.

The flesh-and-blood hound was directly carbonized by the high temperature of plasma.

The assassins, shielded by storm shields, stepped over the corpses of their comrades to fill the gaps.

As the assassins in front fell, the assassins behind immediately shoved the barrels of their explosive guns through the gaps in the shields and continued firing.

This is a battle that no ordinary person can withstand.

Under such terrifying demonic pressure, ordinary Astral Army soldiers would suffer a mental breakdown and commit suicide in just three seconds.

Although the suicide bombers inflicted heavy casualties on the demons, the Khorne army was simply too numerous.

Demons poured out of the rift in an endless stream.

For every hundred bloodthirsty demons that fall, a thousand immediately take their place.

The Blood Crushers had already begun to accelerate from the rear, and once those bronze behemoths crashed into the shield wall, this fragile defensive line would crumble instantly.

On the left flank of the defensive line, three blood-crushing war beasts smashed through the bodies of more than a dozen suicide soldiers, stepping over a pile of flesh and rushing into the rear ranks.

The suicide bombers' explosive shells struck the war beast's brass armor, leaving only white marks.

The formation is about to collapse.

At this critical moment.

The air deep behind the suicide squad's defensive line burst forth with a dazzling blue warp light.

Lawson, leading forty-five White Tiger power armored zombies painted in dark silver, crossed the tracks and parachuted into the center of the underground battlefield.

"Boom!"

The moment Lawson landed, the weight of the Tiger King armor and the kinetic energy of the fall created a deep crater in the ground.

He raised his head, his eyes behind the mask locking onto the rampaging Blood Crusher cavalry ahead.

The armor's engines roared deafeningly.

He exerted force with both legs, and his massive body transformed into a dark golden lightning bolt, directly crashing into the enormous brass war beast.

An absolute clash of forces.

Not only was Lawson not thrown away, but at the moment of impact, he sidestepped the brass horn on the war beast's head.

His arms were bulging with muscles, and he gripped the power sword tightly with both hands. Using the momentum of the beast's charge, he thrust the azure force field blade into the gap in the beast's neck armor.

It's sizzling!

The high-frequency oscillating force field of the power sword directly shredded the internal core structure of this demonic engine.

The war beast let out a shrill mechanical wail, and its massive body collapsed with a crash, slamming the demon rider on its back heavily to the ground.

Before the demon rider could get up, Lawson's power boots had already crushed its head.

"White Tiger Squad, free hunt. Tear the guts out of these red-skinned scum." Lawson flicked the demonic blood off his sword and issued the order through the swarm network.

Chapter 125 I slaughter the Great Demon as easily as slaughtering a dog!

Forty-five White Tiger Power Armor units instantly dispersed, cutting into the heart of the demonic frenzy.

These White Tiger Death Warriors not only possess Astartes-level powered armor protection, but also incorporate the seasoned close-combat experience of a millennium-old Chaos Lord.

They didn't take any defensive stance when facing the raging, bloodthirsty demon.

A White Tiger assassin sidestepped and slid, precisely dodging the oncoming Hellblade. He then used his chainsaw sword to slash upwards, slicing a bloodthirsty demon in two from its groin to its throat.

Another White Tiger Armorer grabbed a flesh-and-blood hound by the neck with one hand, and shoved the explosive pistol in its right hand into the hound's gaping maw, pulling the trigger repeatedly until its head exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The arrival of the White Tiger Death Squad instantly stabilized the defense line, which was on the verge of collapse.

But this is just the appetizer.

Standing atop the pile of corpses, Lawson activated the swarm intelligence network in his right brain.

"Anchor point established. Open troop transport channels. Bring all the reserves from the third planet's outpost over here!"

hum...

Behind the underground cavern, hundreds of dazzling teleportation beams simultaneously lit up.

Thirty thousand fully armed platoon-level suicide soldiers, like a floodgate opened, poured into the battlefield through the teleportation channel.

This was a troop deployment that defied the logic of conventional warfare.

The suicide squad army doesn't care about any tactical maneuvering.

They employed the simplest, most brutal, and most reckless tactic of using flesh and blood to fill the gaps.

The company commander-level suicide soldiers in the front row, holding shields, were smashed to pieces by the war beast.

A beam of light flashed, and immediately ten platoon-level suicide soldiers charged forward with heavy explosive rifles, using their bodies to hold the beast's hooves in place and unleashing a barrage of fire at its belly.

A suicide soldier had his legs severed by a bloodthirsty demon. Lying in a pool of blood, he detonated the high explosives at his waist, perishing together with three demons.

The next second, the teleportation anchor flashed, and an unharmed new assassin stepped over his shattered corpse, picked up the bomb gun on the ground, and continued firing.

For every one who dies, a replacement is made.

The large influx of suicide soldiers made this steel defense line as thick and resilient as the Wall of Sighs.

The efficiency of the battlefield meat grinder was pushed to the extreme.

The roar of explosives, the tearing of chainsaws, and the howls of demons mingled together.

Soon, the Khorne demons, caught up in a frenzy of killing, sensed a terrifying anomaly that even defied the underlying logic of the warp.

Khorne's demons are not afraid of death.

Being killed in the physical universe is, for them, merely being banished back to subspace.

They crave battle and enjoy pain.

But today, when they died at the hands of these expressionless mortals, there was no warp exile. No return of their souls.

A bloodthirsty demon had its heart ripped apart by the chainsaw sword of the White Tiger assassin.