Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The five orc boys running at the front were the first to be hit.

The shrapnel from the explosion spread out in a fan-shaped arc, and hundreds of high-speed metal fragments shoveled the five orc boys from head to toe in less than 0.3 seconds.

Both died on the spot.

The other three were seriously injured and lay on the ground, their bodies riddled with metal fragments.

The horde of swarming elves following behind the orcs was even more pitiful.

More than twenty farts were smashed to pieces against the tunnel wall by the shockwave, their green and red flesh and broken bones looking as if they had been plastered on with paint.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The series of high-explosive grenades on the ceiling were triggered by the shockwave of the first explosion, causing them to detonate in a chain reaction.

The orc boys who weren't hit by the first wave were met with a second wave of destruction the moment they looked up.

The explosion knocked a three-meter-long load-bearing pipe off the ceiling, and the half-meter-diameter iron pipe, carrying several tons of weight, crashed into the green-skinned group of people.

The system notifications were like a torrential downpour, and life points were rapidly increasing.

However, there were too many Orcs. Although the two waves of explosions killed a large number of front-line units, Orc Boys and Farlings continued to pour in from the depths of the tunnel.

Those guys charged forward, stepping over the corpses of their own kind. In the Greenskins' logic, the death of a comrade had only one meaning: there was going to be a fight ahead.

"Fire!"

Lawson pulled the trigger of the heavy bomb gun.

The bomb guns from positions 1 and 3 opened fire simultaneously from the right, turning the passage into a death corridor with their crossfire.

Number 5 stood diagonally in front of Lawson, holding a power shield. The shield's force field was constantly being hit by flying shrapnel and stray bullets from Greenskin Death Gun, flashing with blue and white light.

A blood-soaked orc boy stepped over the corpses of his companions and rushed to within ten meters of Lawson.

Its left arm had been blown off by shrapnel from the explosion, but its right hand was still holding up that huge machete, green blood foam spewing from its mouth, uttering a hoarse "Waaagh".

Lawson changed his weapon.

He handed the heavy bomb gun to Number 5 for temporary use, drew the Katachon's Fang with his right hand, and pulled the chainsaw sword from his waist with his left.

The moment he pressed the start button on the chainsaw sword, the densely packed tiny serrations on the blade began to spin wildly at a speed of thousands of revolutions per minute.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The orc boy rushed in front of him.

Lawson sidestepped the full force of its giant sword's sweeping attack; the blade's wind passed less than five centimeters in front of him.

Then he cut in from the orc boy's right side.

Katachon's Fang goes first.

The broad, serrated blade sliced ​​into the gap in the orc boy's right armpit at an angle precise to the millimeter, a structural blind spot that no armor could cover.

The blade pierced through the flesh, severing the brachial artery and the attachment point of the deltoid muscle.

Immediately afterwards, the chainsaw sword followed from the left.

The moment the rapidly spinning chain teeth touched the orc boy's neck skin, a tooth-grinding tearing sound and a cloud of green blood mist erupted in the air.

The killing mechanism of a chainsaw sword is not cutting, but shredding.

The high-speed chain teeth, rotating thousands of revolutions, bit into the orc boy's thick neck muscles and vertebrae, pulverizing the tissue at a micron level.

In less than a second, a deep trench was ripped through the orc boy's neck, almost running the entire length of his neck.

"It works well."

The chainsaw sword is at least 30% more effective against heavily armored targets than the Katachon's Fang. However, the chainsaw sword weighs five to seven kilograms, and due to the gyroscopic effect, prolonged use results in significant wear and tear. It's best used in critical situations and is not suitable as a primary weapon.

The battle continues.

Three more orc lads broke through the fire blockade.

"Retreat to the second firing line!"

Lawson led number 5 to move backward, while numbers 1 and 3 retreated in sync, taking turns providing cover.

Numbers 2 and 4 took over the firepower output in the second firing line, and the red beams of the laser guns drew scorching trails in the smoke-filled passage.

The last three orc lads to charge were taken down one by one by the crossfire.

The passageway finally quieted down.

Lawson quickly scanned the battlefield, taking stock of the losses and gains.

No suicide soldiers were killed. Number 5's power shield field energy was depleted by about one-third. Number 2's left arm was grazed by a stray bullet from a green-skinned Death Gun.

It was just a superficial wound, and Lawson didn't waste his life points on treatment.

Life points and steel both increased during the post-war looting.

Lawson opened the assassin's page.

"exchange."

[Consumes: 300 Health Points, 3 Cubic Meters of Refined Steel.]

[Exchange Sequence: Katachon Jungle Warrior x3.]

Three visible spatial distortions appeared one after another in front of Lawson.

Three burly men, each 1.95 meters tall, solidified their stance, pressing their right hands to their chests.

"loyalty!"

"Number 7, Number 8, Number 9."

Lawson retrieved three laser guns, three Katachon's Fangs, and corresponding magazines from the armory space and distributed them to the three newly recruited assassins.

"Replenish chainsaw swords and grenades from the armory, and equip everyone."

Eight fully armed Qataran jungle warriors.

Including number 6 in the distant armory, he now has nine assassins.

Lawson divided himself and nine others into three combat groups.

"Number 1, 7, 8, Group A. Advance in the opposite direction from where that group of green-skinned men came from, set up ambush points along the way, and take out any lone green-skinned squads you encounter."

"Numbers 3, 4, and 9, Group B. Infiltrate the right wing deck, collect high-quality steel, and retreat first if you encounter the enemy; avoid direct confrontation."

"Numbers 2 and 5, follow me, Group C. We're going to explore the terrain further ahead."

The three groups set off simultaneously.

A network of interconnected consciousness wove a sophisticated web of perception in his mind.

The visual, auditory, and tactile information from the nine assassins flooded in simultaneously, like nine surveillance screens playing synchronously deep within his consciousness.

He was already used to this information overload.

To him, the nine perspectives were nothing more than nine strings being played simultaneously.

Chapter 20 Orc Elite - Norber

Twenty minutes later.

Group A ambushed two small green-skinned patrols at the intersections of the two passages, killing three orc boys and more than thirty bastards.

Group B avoided the marching route of a large orc tribe and scavenged a large amount of metal scrap in an abandoned machine repair dock.

Group C, the group personally led by Lawson, is slowly advancing through a main passageway on deck seventy-four.

Just then, a signal came through the communication that made Lawson stop in his tracks.

It was a warning from number 3 in Group B.

Number 3's perspective was shared in Lawson's mind.

In a secondary corridor on deck seventy-three, No. 3 and No. 4 were perched on a thick beam, looking down at the passageway below.

A figure was slowly walking through the passageway.

That's no ordinary orc kid.

It was nearly 2.5 meters tall, more than 30 centimeters taller than an ordinary orc boy.

It wore a set of heavy armor welded from multiple layers of metal plates, covering a much larger area than the junk pieced together with wire and rivets that ordinary orc boys wore. Thick iron plates protected its chest, abdomen, and thighs, while its shoulder armor consisted of two armor plates salvaged from Imperial chariots, secured to its shoulders with massive bolts.

The armor was coated with a thick red pigment; in the world of the greenskins, only the elite who had proven their dominance with their fists and machetes were qualified to wear red.

In its right hand, it held a giant cleaver that was almost as long as an adult human male.

The blade of that knife was inlaid with some kind of crude kinetic field generator.

Norber, an elite orc.

Lawson quickly assessed the situation in his mind: a mature Norber was capable of engaging an Astartes Space Marine in close combat for dozens of rounds. The Imperial Threat Assessment Manual recommended annihilating him with a concentrated attack from at least a platoon of Astral soldiers, thirty men.

He has nine men under his command.

But he is not a member of the Star Guard.

"The entire team shall assemble at position number 3."

Lawson simultaneously issued orders to Groups A, B, and C through telepathic communication.

Nine Katachon warriors assembled above the secondary corridor on deck seventy-three.

The Norbert was still wandering around below, seemingly surveying its territory.

It was followed by a dozen or so farts, those little green-skinned creatures maintaining an extremely respectful distance.

Any idiot who accidentally walks into the five-meter circle could be kicked away by Norber with a casual kick.

Lawson's mind completed the tactical simulation in a very short time.

Norber's heavy armor means that the effectiveness of frontal shots from ordinary laser guns and bomb guns is limited.

But every type of armor has its weaknesses.

Knee joint.