Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Some people are injecting themselves with painkillers, while others are replacing their old, blackened bandages with new ones.

A soldier with three fingers blown off held bone nails and a suture device, gritting his teeth as he performed surgery on himself.

Viktor used his only remaining right hand to unscrew a can.

The can contained brown minced meat and bright green seaweed bits, emitting a salty and savory aroma.

Victor scooped out a lump with his finger and stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed a couple of times, then froze.

His voice was a little off-key: "Isn't it still canned ant cow food? And it's salted?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone around was busy stuffing food into their mouths.

Quintus watched all of this.

They had been struggling on the brink of hunger and dehydration for two days.

If supplies are not replenished for another day, even if the Plague Legion does not attack, people will begin to die from weakness and dehydration.

Now, food has arrived, water has arrived, weapons have arrived, ammunition has arrived, and medical supplies have arrived.

There are also four living saints flying in the sky.

But can anyone tell him where these things came from?

Lawson patted Quintus's shoulder armor.

"Veteran, you haven't disgraced the Extreme Combat Group. Now take your men down to rest. Eat, drink, and treat your wounds."

Quintus opened his mouth.

"Leave the battlefield to me." After saying this, Lawson closed his mask.

The third wave of the plague army is approaching.

Lawson raised his sword and stepped forward.

"Stop them!"

Three hundred and one White Tiger warriors stepped out simultaneously.

The west wall of Reaper Fortress has collapsed, and the east and north walls are riddled with holes. The inner defense line consists of only a half-ruined drying workshop.

This fortress no longer exists in the sense of a defensive structure.

The third wave of the Plague Legion's attack is approaching from three directions, with the nearest Plague Walker group already at the edge of the ruins, less than four hundred meters away.

In this situation, the first step is to stabilize the situation.

Three hundred and one White Tiger warriors, in three-person squads, constructed a circular defensive perimeter along the collapsed ruins of the west wall and the remaining sections of the east and north walls.

Each group of three is positioned in a triangular formation.

A shield bearer wielding a ceramic storm shield inserted himself into the gap in the ruins, while a gunner on each side set up a plasma gun.

The shield bearer's shield was just enough to fill the gap left after the wall collapsed, sealing the previously open defensive line again.

As the White Tiger Armor lands, the teleportation anchor point is activated.

The static force field hurled 30,000 combat soldiers into the defensive perimeter within three seconds.

They deployed in three layers behind the White Tiger Armor, organized by company and platoon: the first layer of heavy explosive shells, the second layer of laser rifles, and the third layer of quadruple rapid-fire cannons.

Firepower is configured in a tiered manner, covering long, medium, and short ranges.

The Plague Legion's third wave of attacks crashed into the newly erected steel wall.

From the west wall, thousands of plague walkers surged in, stepping over the ruins.

A wall of rotting flesh, forward, forward, forward.

Twelve White Tiger Shieldbearers blocked the six gaps in the west wall.

The shield completely blocked the passage.

The plague walker pounced, its rotting hands pounding against the terracotta shield, its decaying fingernails leaving sticky pus marks on the metal surface.

The shield bearer remained completely still.

Firepower relayed in stages.

The plasma guns are responsible for picking off the front row. The laser rifles on the second floor sweep the middle section with continuous fire. The lasers are not very effective against the plague walkers, but they are enough to sever their limbs, burn their eyes, and knock them to the ground.

The third layer of quadruple rapid-fire cannons provided area coverage, with high-rate-of-fire automatic shells carving bloody trenches through the horde of travelers.

The advance of the plague army was completely halted.

The open space in front of the ruins was soon piled with bits of flesh and severed limbs, forming a natural speed bump.

The subsequent plague walkers had to crawl over the corpses of their own kind with great difficulty, and were easily mowed down by the firepower of the assassins in the process.

Four living saints hovered above the defensive circle.

This is equivalent to adding a deceleration field around the defensive perimeter.

The Plague Walker's original speed of three kilometers per hour was reduced to less than one kilometer within the aura.

The defense line has been stabilized.

But the real threat lies behind: the Plague Marines.

Those former Imperial Space Marines, clad in corrupted power armor, were slowly approaching, mingling with the horde of Walkers.

Lawson ascended to a height of one hundred meters.

From this vantage point, the entire battlefield is laid out before you.

Harvester Fortress is a small island surrounded by a sea of ​​plague.

The White Tiger Warriors' defensive perimeter is the last line of defense on the island.

Outside the dam, in the yellow-green mist, the plague army stretched to the horizon, estimated by the naked eye to be at least tens of thousands of plague walkers, mixed with dozens of corrupted vehicles and at least three companies of plague marines.

Eighty-one shadow wheels shot out from behind him.

They spread out in all directions.

Each shadow wheel constantly changes direction during flight, drawing arcs, zigzags, and spirals.

Looking up from the ground, it's as if someone has simultaneously cast eighty-one silver threads into the grayish-yellow sky. These threads intertwine, fork, and swirl in the air, weaving a silver spider web covering an area of ​​several kilometers.

The spider web fell down.

The first shadow wheel swept across the ground at a height of less than half a meter.

It cut into the ankles of a group of plague walkers who were staggering forward at supersonic speed.

Along the path that the Shadow Wheel traversed, seventeen Plague Walkers simultaneously lost both feet.

Seventeen pairs of feet remained in place, while seventeen rotting bodies, having lost their feet, collapsed forward into the mud.

The second shadow wheel is cut horizontally from the side, with a height of 1.2 meters.

This height is exactly at the Plague Walker's waist.

The shadow wheel swept through the crowd, leaving a horizontal silver flash. After the flash disappeared, the upper and lower bodies of more than a dozen plague walkers began to separate.

The upper body, propelled by inertia, slid forward half a step while still maintaining a walking posture, before flipping over at the cut.

Internal organs and putrefied bodily fluids slid off the smooth cut surface, spreading a sticky black layer on the ground.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

The Shadow Wheels traverse the sea of ​​Plague Walkers.

The route is dynamically adjusted based on the density and distribution of ground targets.

In densely populated areas, the shadow wheel sweeps horizontally along the ground, capable of taking down an entire row in a single cut. In sparsely populated areas, the shadow wheel rises and then plunges down, precisely cleaving the head of a single high-value target at a vertical angle.

Eighty-one supersonic vehicles simultaneously traveled through the atmosphere, generating sonic booms one after another.

From the ground, it sounded like someone was constantly whipping the air with an invisible whip, crackling and popping so densely that it became a continuous series of crackling sounds.

Those plague walkers who are close to the trajectory of the Shadow Wheel will be overturned by the shockwave generated when the blade passes by at supersonic speed, even if they are not directly cut by the blade.

The rotting limbs snapped like withered branches in the shockwave, and the body was tumbled away by the blast wave.

Lawson hovered 100 meters in the air, his eyes slightly closed.

His consciousness was divided into eighty-one threads, each controlling a shadow wheel.

Swarm intelligence handles 90% of the computational load, including trajectory planning, collision avoidance, and target selection. Lawson only needs to provide the macro-level tactical intent: clear low-level targets within a three-kilometer radius of the defensive line to create space for a subsequent counterattack.

The shadow wheel formations weave a continuously moving web of death within a three-kilometer radius.

This net has no fixed shape; it constantly changes shape according to the density of the plague walkers, contracting towards where they are dense and spreading out towards where they are sparse.

Each shadow wheel does not pause after completing a cut; it immediately ascends along an arc, flips in the air to adjust its angle, and then dives again into the next cutting channel.

Looking down from the air, a strange scene appeared on the ground.

Discontinuity is appearing in the ranks of the plague walkers.

The rows of travelers suddenly fell down in unison, as if an invisible giant scythe had sliced ​​through a wheat field.

A plague-infested Marine Corps sergeant attempts to aim a plague jet at Lawson in the air.

He had just raised his weapon when a shadow wheel silently swept past his right side.

The right hand holding the gun, along with half of the forearm, was gone.

Before he could react, the second shadow wheel pierced through his helmet visor from the front.

It passed through the eyepiece slot above the mask, cut through the frontal bone and prefrontal lobe inside the helmet, and then flew out from the back of the head.

The plague-stricken Marine Corps sergeant's body fell straight backward.

The power armor slammed into the mud with a dull thud.

Lawson's eighty-one Shadow Wheels use a sweeping attack to kill low-level targets and a precision-guided attack to kill high-level targets.

Three kilometers ahead on the battlefield, the density of plague walkers is decreasing at a visible rate.

The ground was covered with severed limbs and torsos.