Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Good stuff! I'll take it!"

It's time to clean up the battlefield! Although the results haven't been tallied yet, Lawson has a feeling that this haul will be explosive!

As for power armor, the World Eater Legion, including their warehouse reserves, has at least 160 units!

The exact figures are still being tallied; right now, Lawson is off to continue harvesting subspace energy!

Without the Great Demon, the horde of warp demons charging towards him became his resources!

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Chapter 126: Close the gates, leave no one alive!!!

A red wasteland, with howling sandstorms.

Lawson stood beside the huge crater with its edge resembling glass, one hand resting on the surface of the giant axe that was over ten meters long.

Lawson ran his fingertips over the rough, dark red brass axe blade, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

This is "Hell-forged Brass," a specialty of the Realm of Khorne.

In the brutal laws of the Warhammer universe, this thing is almost a top-tier strategic material for both physical and magical combat.

Its hardness is comparable to the Empire's finest adamantite, and it can even withstand the blows of a Space Marine's master-level power sword without leaving a single scratch.

Its living characteristics are of even greater strategic value.

This hellish brass, when saturated with blood, will maintain its absolute sharpness forever. The microscopic serrations on the axe blade will automatically reassemble, never requiring sharpening.

At the same time, it is also an excellent psionic insulator and magic-breaking device in the entire galaxy.

Any warp spells or psionic lightning that attempt to attach to its surface will be forcibly devoured and torn apart by this material, which is filled with the wrath of the gods.

"Tens of tons of divine-grade materials. Smash them and recast them, and you can equip the White Tiger Death Squad with a batch of heavy armor with absolute magic resistance."

Lawson directly activated the highest teleportation authority for the [Arsenal/Static Field].

A massive spatial rift opened up across the wilderness.

Lawson used living metal chains to bind the tens of tons of Khorne's giant axe, along with the severed demon arm, and forcibly dragged it into the rift, directly and precisely teleporting it back to the highest-security underground warehouse on Planet Three.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Lawson turned around and stepped into the static force field.

Space shifts. The pungent smell of sulfur, the strong stench of blood, and the deafening sounds of battle instantly shatter the silence of the wilderness.

Lawson returned to the battlefield of the Deep Nest Abyss.

At this moment, the underground cavity has completely transformed into a massive grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

In the short twenty minutes that Lawson was luring and killing the high-level demon, the swarm mind had frantically mobilized the total strength of the suicide army to 40,000 through the teleportation anchor!

Forty thousand fully armed assassins, possessing Astartes-level physical prowess, established an impenetrable steel defense line within this underground space spanning over twenty kilometers in length and width.

Inside the warp tunnel opposite, the Khorne daemons continued to pour out like a flood bursting its banks. The howls of the bloodthirsty daemons, the roars of the fleshhounds, and the heavy stomps of the blood-crushing cavalry combined to create a death symphony powerful enough to shatter the eardrums of mortals.

The only advantage of the Khorne demons is their endless numbers.

They trampled over the corpses of their own kind, wading through ankle-deep blood, fearlessly charging into the ranks of the suicide squad.

The suicide squad's response was simple and brutal.

Teamwork, absolutely unbeatable teamwork.

A three-man tactical squad composed of company commander-level suicide soldiers was at the forefront.

One man wielded a terracotta storm shield to withstand the demon's heavy blows, while the other two brandished standard power swords.

Sidestep, parry, thrust, decapitate.

The movements were perfectly synchronized, accurate to the millisecond.

Once the demon's minions are caught in the Storm Shield, the two azure power swords will instantly sever their necks and limbs.

But this is merely the front row of a melee meat grinder.

In the rear, a terrifying network of heavy firepower has been fully deployed.

Thousands of platoon-level suicide soldiers set up heavy weapons that had been taken over entirely from the Imperial arsenal.

The multi-barrel rotary rapid-fire cannon emits a whistling sound that tears through the air, unleashing tens of thousands of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds every minute.

The large-caliber laser cannon spewed out a blinding high-energy beam, vaporizing the charging Blood Crusher Beast directly into a cloud of high-temperature steam.

The roar of heavy bomb guns blended together, weaving a dense, metallic net of death above the battlefield.

Any demon attempting to leap over the front shield wall was riddled with bullets and turned into a rain of blood in mid-air by the dense anti-aircraft fire.

Within this tight defensive network, thirty-two White Tiger power armors transformed into the most lethal mobile daggers on the battlefield.

The White Tiger Death Squad completely abandoned their defense.

They have taken the short-distance teleportation of the [static field] to its extreme.

On the left flank, three Blood Crushers shattered seven Storm Shields and were about to tear a breach.

A flash of blue light, and three White Tiger Power Armorers appeared out of thin air. Their power swords smashed the demon riders' skulls, while their molten steel guns fired at point-blank range into the beasts' bellies. The area was wiped out instantly.

On the right flank, several invisible demonic assassins attempted to launch a sneak attack on the heavy artillery position.

Three White Tiger assassins instantly teleported over, their chainsaw swords spinning wildly, slicing these subspace debris into several pieces.

Wherever a crisis occurs, wherever the defenses can't withstand the onslaught, the White Tiger assassins will teleport there in the next millisecond.

They are the most flexible and sharpest cogs in this war machine.

Lawson hovered behind the battlefield.

The system interface on his retina was flashing at a frequency that excited him to the extreme.

[Slay the Bloodthirsty Demon, Warp Energy +18]

[Slaying the Bloodthirsty Cavalry grants +321 Warp Energy]

[Subspace Energy +18]

[Subspace Energy +1118]

……

The green data stream washed over Lawson's vision like a waterfall.

The great demon Khorne was severely injured and fled.

Lawson was well aware of the habits of these warp creatures.

Once Skragh, that crippled and mentally challenged man, returns to the cesspool of warp space and regains some of his sanity, he will definitely order a withdrawal.

Even demons have to consider the "return on investment." In this bottom-level battlefield, the Khorne army can't even suck a drop of angry blood; every second they suffer a net loss of souls being permanently annihilated.

The passage will be closed soon.

What Lawson needs to do is to squeeze out as much profit as possible before this door closes.

"Keep killing! Push the defensive line forward two hundred meters!"

Lawson issued the order.

His metal wings flapped suddenly, and he charged like a cannonball into the densest horde of demons on the battlefield.

Thirty-six silver shadow wheels, each over half a meter in diameter, shot out from behind him once more.

The supersonic spinning living metal disc emitted a piercing shriek.

This is the real ultimate meat grinder.

Under Lawson's immense endogenous psionic power, the Shadow Wheel transformed into thirty-six silver death trails.

Cut open the scales of the Bloodthirsty Demon, sever the brass limbs of the Bloodcrushing Warbeast, and split the Flesh Hound in two from head to tail.

Lawson charged into the enemy ranks alone, and wherever he went, demon limbs and severed bodies were scattered into the sky like a fountain.

Ten minutes of frenzied slaughter.

The subspace energy on the system's balance sheet surged by nearly 100,000 points.

Sudden.

The subspace radiation concentration in the entire underground cavity showed strange fluctuations.

The Khorne demons, whose eyes were red and who were charging forward recklessly, suddenly stiffened their movements.

Their ferocious roars mutated into low growls filled with resentment and retreat.

The torrent of demons that had been pouring out of the passage suddenly broke apart.

Moreover, the demons that had already entered the real universe and were fighting the dead began to turn around frantically, trying to escape towards the warp rift.

They need to retreat.

Skrag, the tyrant whose body had been blown off halfway, issued an absolute mandatory evacuation order from the warp.

"Want to run?"

Lawson hovered in mid-air, his cold gaze fixed on the kilometer-long, pitch-black rift.

"You think you can just come and go as you please? Do you think this place is a public toilet?"

"Artillery positions! Cease fire on the grunts. Target calibration, lock onto the sacrificial pedestal below the warp rift!"

"Blow the door up! All these red-skinned bastards will die here today!"

A subspace portal can not be stably opened in the physical universe solely by the will of evil. It must have a robust physical structure to stabilize the breach in the veil of reality.

Lawson's gaze swept across the crevice below like that of a hawk.

Those were mountains of slave skulls. There stood a colossal altar, fifty meters high, cast from brass and obsidian.

Those were eight black stone pillars encircling the altar, covered with blasphemous runes.

These are the physical anchor points of the channel.

Once these anchor points are flattened and the physical structure of the array is broken, the rift in the subspace will lose its anchor and collapse instantly.

"Fire!"

Behind the main base, the barrels of two hundred heavy anti-aircraft guns were forcibly flattened by the suicide soldiers.