Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Immediately afterwards, eighteen White Tiger warriors leaped out of the static force field, their power armor boots shattering the ice crystals on the frozen ground.

They automatically dispersed, forming a circular defensive circle with Er Gou and San Gou as the core, with a radius of thirty meters.

The heavy-explosive grenades were aimed at the plague walkers who were slowly surging in from the outside.

There are approximately two hundred plague walkers within a 400-meter radius of the landing site.

They sensed the presence of living people and began to gather here at an accelerated pace.

Lawson closed his eyes.

The psychic perception narrowed its focus to its limit, piercing through a distance of six kilometers, and brought Gulgar's command post right in front of it.

The farm ruins have been completely transformed by the power of Nurgle.

The stone walls were covered with pulsating, fleshy fungal carpets, strings of decaying, intestinal-like tissues hung from the cavities created by the collapsed roof, and pus reached up to knee-deep on the ground.

Gurga stood in the middle of the pus.

His height was nearly four meters, and his width filled half of the farmhouse.

The power armor had completely fused with the body, making it impossible to distinguish where the metal, the bone, and the tumor were.

His left hand gripped a corrupted scythe. His right arm split open below the elbow, transforming into three tentacles covered in suckers.

Two plague wizards followed him closely on his left and right sides.

The one on the left is emaciated; his body under the power armor has shrunk to a skeleton covered in skin.

The one on the right is the complete opposite; it's so fat that its power armor overflows, with every seam of the armor stretched open by its swollen flesh, revealing the grayish-white layer of fat underneath.

A vertical gash had split open in his stomach, filled with writhing, intestinal-like creatures. He was chanting a rotten hymn to filth, and with each verse, the surrounding pus churned.

The three targets are no more than ten meters apart.

"locking."

Eighty-one shadow wheels rose into the air.

The shadow wheel formation swept across the ground at supersonic speeds at a height of fifty meters.

Six kilometers, supersonic speed, less than ten seconds.

When the Shadow Wheels arrived directly above Gulgar's command post, Lawson issued the attack order through the swarm's mind.

Eighty-one shadow wheels turned simultaneously, diving at a near-vertical angle.

In the ruins of the farmhouse, the emaciated wizard was the first to react.

"Above!" the wizard screamed, pushing a dark green psionic shield into the sky with both hands.

The three shadow wheels hit the shield first.

The shield is essentially a solidified subspace energy field, which has a strong ability to deflect physical attacks.

Ordinary projectiles or lasers will be deflected or absorbed by the shield.

However, the rotating cutting of the Shadow Wheel produces a unique effect: the continuous high-frequency physical impact creates resonant cracks on the shield surface.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth shadow wheels struck the same crack at a precisely calibrated frequency.

The shield shattered.

The gaunt wizard let out a scream, and with his left hand he pulled a bone staff from his sleeve. A corrosive ray shot out from the tip of the staff and struck a shadow wheel.

However, under Lawson's psionic control, the Shadow Wheel's spin speed increased dramatically, and the centrifugal force flung the corrosive liquid away.

This bone staff was the last thing the emaciated wizard did.

In the next second, the twelve shadow wheels closed in from four directions at the same time, shredding his body from head to toe into pieces no larger than a fingernail.

The bone staff, the power armor, the skeleton, and the maggot that had been coiled in the eye socket all turned into dust.

The first wizard died.

The obese wizard reacted a fraction of a second slower, but his defense was completely different. He hugged his swollen belly with both hands and squeezed hard.

The vertical rift suddenly opened, spewing out hundreds of finger-sized filthy flying insects.

The flying insects formed a dense biological curtain, enveloping the wizard entirely.

The shadow wheel cuts into the insect screen.

The flying insects were shredded in large numbers, but there were simply too many of them.

After each flying insect is shredded, its corrosive bodily fluids splash onto the surface of the shadow wheel, briefly disrupting its rotation.

The wizard thought he had bought himself some time.

Protected by the insect veil, he began to chant a longer, rotting hymn, and the pus on the ground began to surge, rising in large swaths into the sky, forming a cloud of poisonous mist that blotted out the sun.

He underestimated the number of shadow wheels.

As the thirty-six Shadow Wheels consumed the insect barrier, another twenty-four Shadow Wheels swept across the ground, cutting in at a horizontal angle and passing through the layer of pus beneath the wizard's feet.

The corrosive effect of pus on living metal is negligible.

Twenty-four shadow wheels shot out from the pus, vertically upwards, piercing through the bottom blind spots not covered by the insect curtain.

The first shadow wheel severed the wizard's left foot. The second severed his right foot.

The wizard lost his support, and his obese body plummeted downwards.

The insect curtain was briefly breached due to the owner's movement.

The remaining shadow wheels all rushed into the gap.

Half a second later, there was nothing alive left in the insect swarm.

Flying insects, wizards, and power armor blend together, indistinguishable from one another.

The second wizard died.

Gulga's reaction was slower than that of both wizards.

This is not surprising, as the Plague Lord does not rely on reaction speed.

His very existence is a weapon; his four-meter-tall body has received tens of thousands of years of blessings from Nurgle, and every inch of his flesh has been transformed into a corrupt living fortress.

Pierce his heart? He has seven. Sever his head? His consciousness is distributed throughout every tumor node in his body. Crush his bones? Those bones have been soaked in corrupting forces for thousands of years, harder than terracotta.

Gulgar raised the corrupted scythe and let out a deafening roar.

The pus was shaken and splattered everywhere, and the remaining walls of the farmhouse collapsed with a crash.

The shockwave spread outwards, creating a spiderweb-like network of cracks in the ground within a 50-meter radius.

The shadow wheel group was bounced more than 30 meters away by the shock wave.

The eighty-one shadow wheels were divided into three groups and launched an attack from three directions simultaneously.

The first group of twenty-seven bullets cut in from the front, heading straight for Gulgar's head.

Gulgar swung his scythe, the blade drawing a green arc in the air, and in one go he deflected seven shadow wheels!

Sparks from colliding metal mingled with the mist from splashing corrosive liquid.

However, the other twenty shadow wheels bypassed the swing range of the great scythe and collided with Gulgar's body.

The molecular-level blade of the Shadow Wheel sank into Gulgar's corrupted flesh, then slowed down.

Those pieces of flesh are not normal muscle tissue.

Over a thousand years of transformation, the Plague Lord's body has become a gelatinous substance somewhere between a solid and a liquid. When the Shadow Wheel cuts in, the flesh on both sides of the wound squeezes and wraps around the blade like a living thing, using corrosive bodily fluids and extremely high viscosity to slow down the rotation speed.

Lawson frowned.

Ordinary cutting methods are too inefficient for this level of decomposed flesh.

Swarm intelligence and tactical switching.

"Storm Mode".

Eighty-one shadow wheels converged around Gulgar and began to revolve at high speed.

The three concentric circles formed a rotating, slicing sphere with a diameter of fifteen meters around the Plague Lord.

The shadow wheel no longer attempts to penetrate the target, but instead scrapes repeatedly at a frequency of hundreds of times per second, like a grinding wheel polishing a steel ingot.

Gulga's roar changed its tone.

His corrupted scythe swung wildly, trying to break free from the encirclement of the Shadow Wheel Storm.

Each swing of the scythe could deflect one or two shadow wheels, but more shadow wheels would immediately fill the gap.

His right arm tentacles stretched out wildly, trying to grab the rapidly spinning shadow wheel.

All three tentacles were rendered useless within two seconds, and yellowish-green pus gushed out from the broken ends.

The Shadow Wheel Storm continues to slash.

Gul'ga's left shoulder was sliced ​​off, revealing the bone beneath. The Shadow Wheel drew a trail of sparks across the bone, but couldn't cut it directly.

Lawson adjusted his strategy, focusing all twelve shadow wheels on the same bone seam and repeatedly cutting it.

High-frequency resonance creates minute fatigue cracks in the bone sutures. Three seconds later, the cracks expand, and the bone breaks.

His left arm, along with the scythe, fell to the ground.

Gurga lost his weapon, but his body still fights.

The seven hearts in the chest cavity pumped corrosive blood at an accelerated pace, and the pus gushing from the severed arm solidified in the air into a temporary armor.

He grabbed a Shadow Wheel with his remaining right hand. His palm was cut in half, but the decaying muscle quickly wrapped around the blade, trapping the Shadow Wheel firmly in his palm.

The trapped Shadow Wheel self-destructed, and living metal fragments scattered at supersonic speed from Gulgar's palm, blasting his entire right hand into pieces.

Gulgar finally began to retreat.

The eighty shadow wheels tightened the encirclement, shrinking from fifteen meters to ten meters, and then to five meters.

The cutting frequency is getting higher and higher, and the pieces of meat being cut off are getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, the Shadow Wheel Storm completely engulfed Gulgar.

The four-meter-tall, decaying body was peeled away layer by layer from the outside in, and armor fragments, chunks of flesh, bone fragments, internal organs, and tumor nodes were all shredded into thumb-sized pieces.

The system intercepts the soul, purifies it, and extracts it.