Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Skrag laughed wildly. It completely ignored the silver flying discs on its body.

The long whip of blood and fire in his left hand swept across fiercely, blocking all of Lawson's escape routes.

The giant axe cleaved horizontally once more.

This time, the axe blade was imbued with warp fire.

Faced with this unavoidable and deadly attack, Lawson's eyes turned icy cold.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I just need to hammer a few nails into you."

Before he could finish speaking, the [Arsenal/Static Field] was activated by Lawson in the most extreme way.

Inside the armory, more than 7,000 liters of liquid living metal, like a silver river bursting its banks, were rapidly transferred in an instant.

This massive amount of liquid metal did not attack the Great Demon.

Under the frenzied compression of Lawson's psionic energy, they rapidly connected, spread, and hardened, using the thirty-six shadow wheels stuck in the gaps of Skrag's armor, the base of its wings, and its ankles as anchor points.

Within 0.1 seconds.

Thirty-six living metal chains, each as thick as a thigh and covered with barbs, materialized out of thin air!

One end of these chains gripped the anchor point on the Great Demon's body, while the other end plunged deep into the rock layer hundreds of meters underground, fixing the earth as its final point.

These thirty-six chains, made entirely of living metal, weighed a terrifying sixty tons in total!

Skragh's giant axe came to an abrupt halt less than half a meter above Lawson's head.

The great demon's massive body was gripped tightly by the sudden, heavy chains.

Its wings were bound by four chains, rendering it unable to move. Its feet were firmly nailed to the ground.

The joint of her right arm was constricted.

"Get out of my way, you piece of junk!"

Skragh roared in terror.

Its muscles bulged high, and hellfire spewed forth, trying to burn through the chains.

Living metal begins to melt and turn red at extremely high temperatures.

But the abnormality of space necromancy technology lies in its incomprehensible self-repairing ability.

The liquid metal, having just been melted, was instantly cooled, reshaped, and even made more resilient under Lawson's psionic manipulation.

If one chain is broken by the Great Demon's monstrous strength, two new chains will immediately split off and wrap around it.

The two sides began to vie for control.

This sixty-ton mass of living metal is far from enough to completely trap and kill a high-ranking Khorne.

With his superhuman strength, enough to cleave a Titan, Skraggh broke all his chains and regained his freedom in a maximum of three minutes.

Lawson never expected to kill his enemies with just a few chains.

All he needed to do was trap the monster for a few dozen seconds.

Lawson raised his head, his gaze piercing through the atmosphere to the distant starry sky.

There, the Tyrant-class cruisers, which had just been taken over by the suicide squad, had completed their reorganization.

"Coordinates locked. Error calibration reset to zero. Wind direction and speed correction."

In Lawson's mind, the reports from the warship's suicide squad were as calm as still water.

"Fire! Smash its head!" Lawson gave the order.

Outer space, the side of a 5.5-kilometer-long Tyrant-class cruiser.

A massive array of cannons emitted a deafening roar that shook the entire ship.

The immense recoil caused the cruiser's trajectory to shift slightly.

The cannon barrel spewed flames that stretched for thousands of meters.

A high-explosive solid macro cannon shell weighing hundreds of tons and with an outer shell made of refined gold was propelled away from the cannon barrel by electromagnetic acceleration.

The projectile entered the gravitational field of the primary star in space and began free fall.

Rapidly plummeting!

It penetrated the atmosphere, and due to intense friction, its outer shell turned a dazzling, incandescent white.

It was like a real meteor, carrying terrifying kinetic energy enough to destroy a city, heading straight for the wilderness.

on the ground.

The Great Demon's beast-like intuition sensed a deadly sense of destruction emanating from above, a sense that threatened its very existence.

It raised its head.

The burning meteor rapidly magnified in its pupil.

"No!"

boom!!!

A terrifying explosion, indescribable in its horror, ripped through the wilderness.

A mushroom cloud, tens of thousands of meters high, shot into the sky. The earth trembled, and the earth's crust was directly torn apart.

The shockwave instantly flattened the rocky dunes within a radius of tens of kilometers.

A second before the shells landed, Lawson activated the Tiger King Armor's deflection shield and used the remaining living metal to condense a shield wall three meters thick in front of him before leaping into the air.

Even so, he was still thrown thousands of meters by the terrifying shockwave.

The epicenter of the explosion became an absolute meat grinder hell.

The terrifying kinetic energy storm generated by the high-explosive solid bomb, weighing hundreds of tons, mixed with hundreds of millions of high-temperature adamantium fragments, swept over Skrager's massive body like the most violent metal cutting machine.

The first to be affected was the Great Demon's prized brass breastplate.

Faced with this physical storm powerful enough to tear apart the continental shelf, the seemingly indestructible brass armor was instantly ripped apart like paper.

"Aa ...

Skragh let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed through the heavens.

Its right bat-like wing was instantly vaporized in the explosion, and the terrifying kinetic energy tore apart its demonic muscles and bones.

Its entire thick right arm, which held the giant axe of Dhorne, along with half of its brass breastplate and a small part of its body, was forcibly torn off from its torso!

Internal organs, demon blood, and shattered brass sprayed everywhere in the explosion.

Skragh's remaining half-body crashed heavily onto the scorched earth several kilometers away.

When demons suffer a devastating blow sufficient to completely destroy their physical carriers, the energy structures that sustain their existence in the real universe collapse instantly.

Skaragh struggled to stand up.

As a high-ranking demon under Khorne's command, it didn't even get a sip of its enemy's blood before being blasted in half by a mortal-fired orbital cannon, forcibly returning to its original form.

Disgrace...absolute disgrace...

“Insect…I’ll remember you…your soul…”

Skragh's remains began to dissipate rapidly.

It can no longer maintain its physical form.

The enormous demonic body transformed into a foul-smelling, dark red blood mist, and was forced to retreat into the depths of the warp within a distorted warp vortex.

In the wilderness, only a terrifying crater hundreds of meters deep and several kilometers in diameter remains.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

Lawson fell from the sky.

"Cough cough... It's really tough, it didn't even kill anyone."

Lawson wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and let out a cold laugh.

Although it didn't directly annihilate the Great Demon's soul, this severe injury was enough to keep Skragg lying in the cesspool of warp space for hundreds of years.

Lawson straightened up. His gaze did not linger on the crater.

He turned his head sharply and looked at a patch of scorched earth not far from the center of the explosion.

There, lying silently, was a thick, blown-off right arm of a demon.

And that massive brass axe, over ten meters long and weighing tens of tons.

Normally, when a demon is banished back to the warp, its weapons and armor usually dissipate along with its body as part of its soul and energy.

But this time, the situation is completely different.

Skragh's right arm was severed and torn off his body by the pure physical kinetic energy of the cannon shell.

This caused the right arm and the giant axe to temporarily detach from the energy cycle of the Great Demon Lord's body on a physical level.

At the very second that Skrag's remains turned into a bloody mist and dissipated, Lawson noticed the red light flashing on the surface of the giant axe.

It is trying to respond to its master's call and return to the subspace as nothingness.

"You think you can just take your stuff with you after you've entered my territory?"

Lawson snorted coldly.

He frantically squeezed out the remaining endogenous spiritual energy in his body.

Lawson strode forward.

The black hole projection, representing absolute isolation, erupted in Lawson's palm.

This psionic power, which disregarded the warp storm, severed the energy link between the severed arm, the giant axe, and the warp.

The red light flickered a few times before going out completely.

Lawson forcibly anchored this weapon, imbued with the wrath of the gods, to the real universe.

dang dang...

Lawson tapped the cold axe blade.