Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The ship is 980 meters long, has seven decks, and has a crew of about 4,200, most of whom are concentrated in the living quarters in the middle section and the engine room on the lower deck.

There were no power armor, no Space Marines, just ordinary Chaos Pirates of varying degrees of mutation; the most outrageous one had four arms and a mouth that grew vertically.

Eighty-one shadow wheels shot out from behind Lawson and spread out in formation in the corridor.

"Second Dog, starboard. Third Dog, port. Clean up the engine room and power core. Don't let those idiots blow up the ship."

"Got it."

Er Gou raised his Storm Shield and charged toward the starboard corridor with an overwhelming momentum. San Gou remained silent and strode in the opposite direction.

The Terminator armor advanced through the corridor, much like a tank crammed into a pipe.

Er Gou's Storm Shield filled the entire cross-section of the corridor, and anything that came towards him was either deflected or absorbed by the shield.

Behind the shield, Er Gou's Hellbrass Power Axe swept out, each strike cleaving through the body of a Chaos Pirate.

When the corpses piled up to knee height in the corridor, Er Gou didn't even bother to take a detour and simply stepped on the corpses to walk forward.

The Terminator armor, weighing over two tons, crushed the corpse to pieces, and the blood splattered from the soles of its boots covered the ground.

On Lawson's side, the Shadow Wheel has already started working.

Chapter 134 A Hymn to Human Courage!

Eighty-one shadow wheels were divided into nine groups and poured into the privateer's interior space simultaneously from nine different channels.

Each group consists of nine missiles, which are launched at high speed from the corridors and compartments.

In the middle residential area, more than 400 pirates were frantically grabbing weapons and overturning tables and chairs to build roadblocks.

Nine shadow wheels in a group shot in from the ventilation duct, like a flock of silver birds flying at high speed through the crowd.

The cutting surface of the Shadow Wheel was so thin that many pirates didn't even realize what was happening when their necks or limbs were severed. Their bodies were still in the posture of raising their guns or running, and they took two or three more steps due to inertia before falling down as if their skeletons had been removed.

In the bottom ammunition depot, thirty pirates attempt to detonate ammunition to perish together with the invaders.

A group of shadow wheels arrived a second before they opened the fuse.

Nine streaks of silver light crisscrossed and flew through the ammunition depot, precisely severing every hand reaching for the detonator.

The hands of thirty people fell to the ground in unison, as neatly as if they were slicing sausages.

From the moment Lawson stepped onto the ship until the last pirate fell, a total of two minutes and fourteen seconds elapsed.

All four thousand two hundred people were wiped out.

Lawson retracted his Shadow Wheel and looked around the corridor, which was littered with bits of flesh.

The privateer's hull structure was relatively intact, and its engines and major systems were undamaged.

"Stay here, drive back."

He relayed the order through swarm intelligence, and nine hundred non-combatant suicide soldiers were successively teleported into the ship to take over the control panel and engine room.

The process of clearing out the second privateer was exactly the same.

Torpedoes clear the way, Lawson enters, Shadow Wheel Storm, the battle ends in two minutes.

The other smaller, lesser-known boats didn't receive such good treatment.

Those armed merchant ships and converted gunboats were old and structurally fragile, with no value for conversion.

Lawson's three escort ships used a kite-flying tactic, taking advantage of their speed to stay at the edge of the enemy ships' firing range, while simultaneously firing precisely with macro cannons and laser arrays, sending them one by one into the eternal darkness of space.

Some ships had their reactors pierced by a single shot from a macro cannon, turning the entire ship into a brief, miniature star.

Some ships had their engine connecting pipes severed by lasers, and after losing power, they tumbled helplessly in space, waiting to die from lack of oxygen.

Two ships attempted to close in on the Bloodtide, seeking the cruiser's firepower, but Lawson's escort ships were faster. The Starfire cut in from the flank and rear, firing two salvos to destroy all their engines, before the Broken Bone finished them off with its macro cannons.

The entire harvesting process lasted less than forty minutes.

Fourteen small ships were destroyed, twelve were destroyed, and two repairable privateers were captured.

More than 100,000 pirates were killed, and those ragtag ships were crammed with chaotic scum who wanted a piece of the bounty.

The total subspace energy income exceeds 10,000 points.

It's not much, but even a mosquito's leg is meat.

Now, Blood Tide floats alone in space.

The surrounding escort ships were all reduced to fragments and fireballs.

The debris formed a cloud of metallic shards around the Bloodtide's massive hull, gleaming coldly in the distant starlight.

Moran looked at the detection screen on the bridge.

His fleet, consisting of fourteen ships and over ten thousand men, was wiped out by three escort ships in forty minutes.

"Full speed retreat! Jump to subspace! Immediately."

"Lord Moran! The Geller Force Field needs four minutes to warm up before it can be activated."

"Then start warming it up for me! Hurry up!"

Lawson wasn't planning to give him four minutes.

The Blacksmith, Spark, and Broken Bone simultaneously charged at full speed toward the Blood Tide.

Not from the same direction, the three frigates approached simultaneously from three different angles, forming a 120-degree three-pronged attack.

The Blood Tide's macro cannons began to roar.

The twelve cannons were divided into three groups, each aiming in a different direction.

The shells traced invisible trajectories in space, but the three frigates evaded them with highly maneuverable serpentine movements.

The Sword-class corvette is only one-fifteenth the size of the Luna-class cruiser.

At this distance, using a cruiser's large guns to shoot at a frigate is like using a baseball bat to swat a mosquito; you might hit it, but it depends on luck.

The three frigates did not retaliate.

10,000 kilometers. 5,000 kilometers. 3,000 kilometers.

"Torpedo launched."

The three frigates simultaneously launched improved boarding torpedoes from their forward torpedo tubes.

Each ship fired one, for a total of three.

Three silver beams, trailing flames, simultaneously pierced the Blood Tide from three directions.

Moran's point defense firepower intercepted the dense barrage, while anti-aircraft automatic cannons and laser interception arrays opened fire wildly.

Hundreds and thousands of interceptor missiles weave a fire net in space.

The first torpedo struck the Bloodtide midway on its port side.

Its armor-piercing warhead detonated its shaped charge upon impact, burning through two layers of armored compartments. The torpedo penetrated the ship's interior and came to a stop, stuck on the third deck.

The second torpedo pierced the rear of the starboard side, penetrating the outer armor and an inner compartment, and came to rest in the corridor surrounding the power core.

The third torpedo struck the cargo hold area under the ship's hull from the bottom, embedding itself between the thick keel structure.

Three torpedoes, three entrances, three routes.

The hatch of the torpedo's crew compartment opened 0.5 seconds after impact.

On the port side, amidships, two White Tiger assassins leaped out from the torpedo wreckage.

The first person held a 1.8-meter-tall ceramic steel storm shield, knelt on one knee, and pressed the shield against the corridor floor, blocking all firing lines in front.

The second person's hands activate the teleportation anchor point.

Two assassins leaped out of the void and landed behind the second person.

They each pulled the connector, and four more assassins appeared.

Pull again, eight more. The transmission speed increases exponentially.

Within ten seconds, the corridor was filled with White Tiger assassins.

Sixty people, all wearing power armor.

The White Tiger assassin at the front raised his Storm Shield, its surface pressed against the two walls of the corridor.

The two team members behind him were holding plasma guns, with the muzzles protruding from the sides of their shields.

The remaining assassins then lined up in three columns.

"Proceed."

The shield wall moves forward.

Pirates appeared at the end of the corridor.

What they saw was a steel wall approaching at a steady pace, propelled by the power armor's strides.

Heavy explosive rounds and automatic gun bullets struck the terracotta shield, sending up a series of sparks.

The plasma guns behind the shield wall began to retaliate.

Bodies began to pile up in the corridor.

The White Tiger assassins did not stop. The shield wall stepped over the corpses and continued forward, the soles of their power armor boots crushing the remains into dust.

Behind them, more and more combat suicide soldiers were pouring in from the teleportation point.

They appeared in groups of a hundred, armed with heavy explosive guns and laser rifles, spreading out along the side corridors opened up by the White Tiger.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously at the other two entrances on the starboard aft section and the cargo hold in the belly of the ship.

Three routes were simultaneously advancing towards the core area of ​​the Blood Tide.

Moran heard gunshots and explosions coming from deep within the ship while on the bridge.

"We've been betrayed!"

The communications officer's voice screamed: "The midships section on the port side, the aft section on the starboard side, and the cargo hold in the hull have all been breached simultaneously from three directions."

Moran jumped up from his command chair and drew his chainsaw sword: "Tell Griez to take his men and intercept them! Damn it, I still have eight Space Marines on board!"

Grizz is the leader of the eight Chaos Space Marines aboard the Bloodtide.