Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Its massive body fell to the ground.

In that instant, the Bloodthirsty Demon's demonic soul, filled with rage and madness, was forcibly ripped from its body by an irresistible black hole gravity.

Before it could even utter a wail, its soul was instantly crushed, purified, and utterly annihilated.

All that was left on Lawson's system records was a series of subspace energies.

In the physical universe, the demon's body, having lost its soul bond, quickly turned into a pool of foul-smelling black sludge and vanished completely.

Real death.

Permanent annihilation.

This terrifying phenomenon, which shattered the fundamental established rules of the Warhammer universe, instantly caused serious unrest among the demon army.

Although Khorne demons lack reason, they possess an extremely keen perception of the soul.

They watched helplessly as their companions were killed, their soul flames extinguished instantly, and they were completely erased from the causal laws of this universe.

The endogenous psionic energy within Lawson's body suddenly erupted.

"Time to get to work, you meat grinders."

buzzing...

Thirty-six silver discs with edges as thin as molecules materialized out of thin air.

Shadow Wheel!!!

Driven by psionic energy, the thirty-six shadow wheels instantly broke the sound barrier, emitting a piercing high-frequency shriek, transforming into thirty-six silver death trails that plunged directly into the densest heartland of the demon army.

This is a weapon of pure mass destruction.

The shadow wheels were moving at extreme speed. They spun wildly, launched, and whirled back in mid-air.

Cut through armor, sever bones, decapitate.

The Bloodthirsty Demon's prized, hard scales are more fragile than paper in the face of a molecular-level blade.

As the shadow wheel swept past, more than a dozen hideous demon heads rolled off in unison.

The flesh hound tried to leap away, but was cut in half at the waist by the shadow wheel in mid-air, its internal organs spilling all over the ground.

Even the Blood Crusher, with its thickest armor, had its brass armor sliced ​​open after being cut by three Shadow Wheels at high speed, revealing the boiling demonic core inside, before it disintegrated with a bang.

Under Lawson's abnormally high level of micro-management, the thirty-six shadow wheels formed a death-cutting net with a diameter of six kilometers.

They covered the path the demons would inevitably take.

Terrifying lethality.

The demon army's charge was abruptly halted.

The originally dense formation collapsed in large swathes like wheat being harvested by a sickle under the relentless cutting of the Shadow Wheel.

The pressure on the suicide squad's defensive line was greatly reduced.

The platoon-level assassins seized the opportunity to advance, and the flames from their heavy bomb guns continuously compressed the demons' living space.

"Push them back! Stuff them back into that dilapidated tunnel!"

Lawson gripped his power sword and led forty-five White Tiger Armored vehicles in a counter-charge.

The battlefield situation began to show a one-sided massacre.

The corpses of demons scattered all over the ground turned into black sludge and disappeared.

The "Subspace Energy" balance on the system interface is skyrocketing at a rate of tens of thousands of points per second.

Governor Krause, standing atop the fifty-meter-high altar of bones, had long since frozen in his maniacal laughter.

He stared wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes at what was happening below in disbelief.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... How could the army of Khorne, which even the Devourers of Worlds couldn't stop, be slaughtered by a bunch of nameless mortal soldiers?!"

Krauser's fingers gripped the edge of the control panel so tightly that his nails broke and bled from the force.

He watched as the demons turned to ashes under the guns of the assassins, and watched as the thirty-six discs radiating deadly silver light reaped ruthlessly on the battlefield.

He finally realized that he had provoked a terrifying being far beyond his comprehension.

"Gods... descend! Look at these heretics! They are eating your flesh! They are gnawing on your bones!" Krauzer roared desperately at the warp rift.

Lawson's illogical ability to annihilate souls, along with his systematic harvesting of demons, finally enraged the being on the other side of the rift.

The immense blood sacrifice energy provided by millions of slaves was rapidly drained inside the passage.

The dark red rift, which had been steadily spewing demonic energy, began to tremble and twist violently. The curvature of the surrounding space could not withstand the immense and terrifying pressure of mass, emitting a teeth-grinding sound like shattering glass.

At that moment, all the remaining Khorne demons on the battlefield ceased their attacks.

Ignoring the bombardment from the assassins, they turned around and knelt heavily on the ground in the direction of the crevice.

That is an instinctive submission to the absolute pressure of those in power.

Lawson also stopped and raised his hand to recall the thirty-six Shadow Wheels.

Forty-five White Tiger Armored Vehicles quickly approached him.

He could feel a violent, pure, and destructive will forcibly descending along that bloody passage.

"boom!"

A deep, muffled sound, as if striking everyone's heart, came from the depths of the rift.

The dome of the underground cavern began to collapse on a large scale, and tons of rocks crashed into the demons' ranks.

The hellfire at the edge of the rift instantly surged tenfold. The dimensional portal, forged from the blood of millions of mortals, groaned in agony under the extreme strain.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

A gigantic claw, so large it was suffocating, suddenly emerged from the dark crevice.

This claw is entirely pieced together from dark gold bones and boiling brass armor.

The sharp bone spikes were adorned with the mangled limbs of demons and mortals.

The surface of the giant claw was covered with molten lava hot enough to melt ceramic steel.

The mere sight of that claw gripping the edge of the altar caused a third of the altar, composed of hundreds of thousands of skulls, to collapse instantly.

Krauser was thrown into the air by the powerful shockwave and crashed heavily into a pool of blood below the altar.

An oppressive, suffocating atmosphere of destruction enveloped the entire battlefield.

The temperature in the air instantly soared to over 100 degrees Celsius.

That giant claw gripped the edge of the real dimension tightly.

Then, a wild roar, powerful enough to shatter the souls of mortals, exploded from the other end of the passage.

Khorne, a high-ranking demon.

It intends to force its way into the real universe through this blood sacrifice passage.

The dark golden giant claw that had emerged from the subspace rift suddenly exerted its power.

The barrier of the real dimension groaned under its unbearable weight and shattered completely.

Scalding hot blood poured down from the dome.

The concentration of the stench from sulfur and copper rust instantly spiked to lethal levels.

A terrifying entity, thirty meters tall, forcefully squeezed into the physical universe.

Khorne, a high-ranking archdeacon, the Bloodborne Tyrant, Skragag.

The moment it descended, the mere air displaced by its body stirred up a level twelve crimson storm within the underground cavity. The remaining bloodthirsty demons and demon engines were tossed about by the gale.

Thirty meters tall.

This monster was large enough to be on par with Imperial Warhound-class or even Marauder-class Titans.

Its body was forged from dark red demonic muscles and heavy brass armor.

Hellfire spewed from its joints. The pair of bat-like fleshy wings on its back, which blotted out the sky, slowly unfolded, with a wingspan exceeding fifty meters.

Skragh dragged a forty-meter-long, blood-and-fire whip behind his back with his left hand.

Each barb on the whip was adorned with burning fragments of souls.

Its right hand gripped a giant axe capable of splitting mountains.

The axe blade, cast in brass, is stained with the blood of countless worlds slaughtered over millennia.

Around its neck was a thick brass collar inlaid with countless blasphemous runes—the Khorne Collar.

Any psionic spells or warp magic that attempt to approach it will be instantly dispelled by this divine relic.

The caster's brain will be violently ruptured into a mass of blood plasma due to the forceful backlash from the will of terror.

Skrag lowered his monstrous head, covered in fangs and bone spikes, and looked down at the army of death warriors below, who resembled ants.

It simply stood there, and an aura called Blood Rage spread wildly outwards for tens of kilometers around it, like tangible ripples.

This is the absolute confidence that allows Khorne, a high-ranking demon, to rule the planet and slaughter mortals.

A demon of this caliber doesn't need to personally go out and kill everyone.

Wherever the aura of fury passes, ordinary mortal armies will suffer a complete mental breakdown within a second. Soldiers will scream as they throw down their weapons and frantically gouge out their own eyeballs with their bare hands; or they will draw their bayonets and hack at their former comrades like mad dogs; until everyone has bled to the last drop, becoming sacrifices to please the Blood God.

The halo swept across the ranks of the assassins.

A faint red glint flashed in the eyes of the more than 30,000 assassins.

That's it.

The fear nerves of the assassins have long been removed by the system. The alternating dormancy circuit of the hemispheres keeps all negative emotions and mental pollution out of the firewall.

The swarm thinking of a million brains connected in parallel instantly spread the mental impact.

The assassins still held heavy bomb guns, their muzzles locked firmly on the Great Demon's head.

"Fire. Full power." Jia Qi's command was as cold as iron.

Thirty thousand bomb guns and plasma incinerators roared simultaneously.