Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The entire Nurgle Legion in the Klein system had been informed of a silver mortal who could fly, control a metal disc, and erase souls.

"You are that variable."

Lawson did not answer him.

A silver gate of light tore open at the edge of the altar.

Er Gou and San Gou's Iron Cavalry Terminator armor was the first to charge out.

The moment the two humanoid tanks landed, the stone platform shattered into two more pieces.

Immediately afterwards, 301 White Tiger warriors filed out and quickly formed a circular defensive line around the portal.

The terracotta storm shields stood side by side, with power swords and heavy explosive guns protruding from the gaps in the shields.

Within five seconds, the 301 shield walls formed a steel ring with a diameter of 60 meters, sealing the central area of ​​the altar.

Outside the circle, Vitrak's guards, consisting of more than twenty Plague Space Marines and a group of Plague Walkers, were blocked by the shield wall and could not break through for a while.

Er Gou and San Gou did not join the White Tiger team in guarding the circle. Their target was the Plague Elite outside the circle who were attempting to break through.

Two Ironclad Terminators stood on either side of the portal, and Hellbrass Power Axes cleaved out simultaneously.

Two Dogs cleaved a Plague Space Marine's shoulder armor with an axe. The Plague Marine's entire right arm was severed from his shoulder, black smoke billowing from the wound.

The three dogs swept their axe blades across, simultaneously severing the knees of the two plague warriors who lunged at them.

Inside the circle, only Lawson and Vitrak remained.

"You arrived faster than I expected."

Vitrak adjusted his stance, lowering his center of gravity slightly, and held his warhammer horizontally in front of his chest, assuming a defensive posture.

He was an engineer by training. He knew that the stupidest thing to do when there was insufficient information was to act first.

“Your altar is well-carved,” Lawson said, “but it’s a pity you won’t be able to use it.”

Vitlake's response was a hammer blow.

The speed at which he swung the hammer far exceeded expectations given his size.

The power hammer's head trailed a dark green arc through the air, carrying enough force to pierce the side armor of a land cruiser, as it slammed into Lawson's chest.

Using the momentum from his sidestep, Lawson swung his sword.

The blade of the master-level power sword grazed Vitrak's abdominal armor.

The two tested each other in the first round.

On paper, this is a battle that will be a protracted struggle.

But Lawson released his psionic energy, and 108 shadow wheels shot out, unfolding in the air into a spherical formation with a diameter of 30 meters, enveloping Vitrak in the center.

Vitrak made the right response, holding the power hammer upright in front of him, releasing a dark green psionic shield with his left hand, and curling up to reduce the area exposed to the attack.

The Shadow Wheels launched their first wave of attacks.

Thirty-six shadow wheels swooped down from above, thirty-six sliced ​​horizontally from the left and right sides, and thirty-six skimmed along the ground from below.

A three-pronged attack ensures that no matter which direction Vitrak dodges, he will run into the blades from the other two directions.

Vitrak roared, and his psionic shield expanded to full power, the dark green light curtain around his body swelling into a sphere two meters in diameter.

The Shadow Wheel collided with the psionic shield.

The shriek suddenly turned piercing as the molecular-level blade spun and cut at high speed across the psionic light screen, scattering sparks and psionic debris everywhere.

His shield collapsed rapidly under the simultaneous attack of 108 shadow wheels.

The Shadow Wheel passed through the remaining shield and began attacking the power armor itself.

The armor plate of the MK IV Conqueror type is indeed hard enough; the Shadow Wheel can only leave shallow scratches on the front breastplate and cannot cut through it directly.

But joint gaps are another matter.

Vitrak felt a sharp pain in his right elbow as two shadow wheels simultaneously cut into the gap between his elbow joint from both the inside and outside, severing the hydraulic lines and two tendons.

The warhammer slipped from his powerless right hand.

He reached for the warhammer with his left hand.

Three shadow wheels sliced ​​through his left wrist.

The power armor's wrist joint seal was ripped open by the molecular blade, and three shadow wheels cut in at an angle, shredding the wrist bone and decaying muscle into dust.

Vitrak's left hand, along with half of his forearm, fell onto the stone platform.

He looked down at his severed arm, at the gushing dark green putrid blood. Nurgle's Blessing of Regeneration struggled to grow new flesh at the wound, but Shadow Wheel's attacks did not stop.

Six laser discs rotate at high speed around the two cross-sections, cutting away every inch of tissue that is trying to regenerate.

Vitrak finally understood how Gulga and Vikrian had died.

The nasty thing about these frisbees is that they don't give you time.

No matter how tough the Demon Prince's body was or how strong his regenerative abilities were, it was all meaningless in the face of 108 flying discs attacking relentlessly.

For every inch you grow longer, it cuts an inch off.

You defended against 36, but there are still 72 more coming from other angles.

Your shield can hold out for two seconds, but by the third second they'll have already reached your joints.

This is a pure, violent numerical crushing, and the mortal controlling these frisbees even has the energy to swing a sword in front of you at the same time.

Lawson stepped forward.

A master-level power sword is swung.

Vitlach lost both hands and could not even block.

The sword tip pierced through the gap between Vitrak's chin and neck armor, penetrating his throat and going straight down to the back of his neck.

The dynamic field exploded in the cervical spine, shredding the seven vertebrae into fragments.

Vitrak's head was tilted at an impossible angle, held together by only a layer of skin and flesh on the left side of his body.

Lawson sheathed his sword and switched to his left hand.

His left hand was covered in a layer of living metal. He gripped Vitrak's head, the molecular blades of the living metal gently twisting at the last connection point of the neck.

The head was detached.

Vitrak's body swayed twice before crashing onto the shattered altar platform.

The system intercepted the soul.

The swarm intelligence scanned the brain in 0.01 seconds: all Nurgle Legion deployments of Klein-IV, altar construction blueprints, and Imperial engineering knowledge accumulated by Vitrak before his fall.

Lawson glanced down at Vitrak's body.

More precisely, he was looking at the MK IV Conqueror power armor worn on the corpse.

This armor is really good.

The MK IV Conqueror was the main armor of the Great Expedition era, and its overall performance ranked first at the time.

Before his fall, Vitrak was an engineer who maintained his armor with extreme care, resulting in a level of corrosion far lower than that of ordinary Fouldrudges.

There was a shallow cut made by Lawson on the breastplate, and the sealing layer at the neck joint was cut off, but the basic structure of the deck was intact.

Lawson stored the power armor in the armory space.

As he stood up, he glanced at the battlefield outside the circle.

Two Dogs and Three Dogs have already decimated the plague elites near the altar.

The outer perimeter of the White Tiger Shield Wall was piled high with the corpses of Plague Walkers trying to break through. The death squads, expressionless, used their shields to push away, crush, and continue their advance of the next wave of walkers.

However, the area around the altar is only the core area.

There are also a large number of Plague Legion troops around Harvest City, including Plague Walker guards on the city walls, patrol forces outside the city, and garrison units scattered in various towns in the Southern Hemisphere.

Swarm Intelligence provided an assessment: the Nurgle Legion on Klein-IV has a total strength of approximately 120,000, including over 2,000 Plague Space Marines, six Daemon Engines, and approximately 100,000 Plague Walkers.

The static force field light gate tore open again.

Twenty thousand combat soldiers filed out.

They were divided into four columns of five thousand men each.

Each column is equipped with twenty White Tiger Armored Death Squads as assault spearheads, and four quadruple-mounted heavy explosive rapid-fire cannons as mobile fire support platforms.

Within three minutes, 20,000 people had assembled and formed a cross-shaped formation around the altar ruins.

Lawson takes off.

It flew eastward towards Harvest City at twice the speed of sound.

Six minutes later, Lawson hovered over an open field eight kilometers east of Harvest City.

There are approximately eight thousand Plague Walkers on the walls, and three hundred Plague Space Marines and two Daemon Engines scattered in the open area outside the walls.

As Lawson landed, a portal to the static field tore open a meter behind him.

Five thousand combat soldiers surged forth.

The five thousand suicide soldiers deployed as soon as they landed, like mercury poured into a crack in the ground, quickly filling every tactical position.

The first column advanced northward from the altar.

The second column advanced southward from the altar.

The third column advanced westward from the altar.

The fourth column advanced from the east.

Flowers bloom in the center and interweave on all sides.

The Nurgle Legion within Harvest City suddenly found themselves in a predicament they could not comprehend: the enemy had appeared right in their midst.

In a normal siege, the attacking side enters the city from outside.

The city walls, moats, and firing positions—all the defensive fortifications faced outwards.

The defending troops only need to face threats from one direction.

But Lawson's army radiated outwards from the heart of the city, the altar.