Warhammer: Empire Reboot

It smiled kindly, like a rotting, sick grandfather looking at his grandchildren.

Yellowish-green pus oozed from the crack at the corner of his mouth, and several fat maggots poked their heads out from between his teeth, curiously gazing at the tiny figure in the sky.

"Oh……"

The Great Impure One spoke.

"You are that variable."

It spoke in the tone of an elder praising a younger generation: "Twenty-eight days. My children have been searching for you all over the world, and here you are."

It opened its arms.

“Come, child. There will always be a place for you in the Father’s garden. Your abilities have impressed me, the complete erasure of souls, what a brilliant talent. If you are willing to serve the Father, I can promise you a seat more honorable than that of the Demon Prince. You will have your own Plague Garden, your own legion, your own.”

Lawson didn't listen to the end.

Every Chaos Demon loves to spout a bunch of nonsense before the fight even begins.

Lawson's response was very direct.

108 shadow wheels accelerated to supersonic speed from behind him, leaving sharp sonic boom trails as they blasted towards the body of the Great Impure One.

108 supersonic spinning discs with molecular-level blades formed a death-cutting sphere thirty meters in diameter, which spun and crashed toward the abdomen of the unclean one.

The moment they made contact, Lawson knew something was wrong.

The shadow wheel cut into the skin of the great impure one.

The molecular-level blade easily sliced ​​through the outermost layer of skin, and the grayish-green hard shell shattered, revealing the yellowish-white fat layer underneath.

After the Shadow Wheel cut half a meter deep, the surrounding rotten flesh immediately began to contract, envelop, and devour it.

The rotating blade was wrapped in layers of fat and pus several meters thick, causing its rotation speed to drop sharply.

All 108 shadow wheels were embedded in the subcutaneous tissue of the Great Impure One, like pebbles swallowed by a swamp.

Lawson's face darkened.

It doesn't even qualify as breaking through defenses.

The Great Impure One glanced down at the insignificant wounds on his abdomen, and his smile deepened.

"It itches," it said.

Then it raised its left hand.

The green flames in the bronze furnace increased tenfold.

A column of corrupted energy, five meters in diameter, shot out from the furnace opening at subsonic speed toward Lawson's location.

Lawson's reaction speed far exceeded that of the energy column.

The living metal wings propelled him at full power, drawing a sharp arc to evade the attack.

The corrupting energy beam swept past him thirty meters away and struck a distant hill, turning it into a pile of green steaming mud.

Lawson distanced himself.

He hovered 20 kilometers in the air and used his psychic powers to pull out the 108 shadow wheels trapped inside the Great Impure One one by one.

After the recovery was completed, Lawson reassessed the situation.

Storm mode is not working.

Let's try a different approach then.

The silver metal discs rapidly gathered, overlapped, and merged in the air.

It transformed into a giant war scythe, four meters long and half a meter wide.

Fusion Greatsword.

Lawson wielded the giant blade, accelerating it to three times the speed of sound, aiming at the junction of the Great Impure One's shoulder and neck, where the fat layer should theoretically be thinner than that of the abdomen, and slashed down with all his might.

The sonic boom exploded in the air.

The giant blade pierced the shoulder of the Great Impure One.

This time, the penetration depth reached two meters.

Rotten flesh, fat, and pus were neatly sliced ​​open by the molecular-level blade, revealing the dark red demonic muscle tissue underneath.

The Great Impure One let out a low groan.

But nothing more.

Moreover, the wound was filled with newly formed pus within five seconds; the regeneration speed of the Great Impure One is ridiculously fast.

Lawson manipulated the giant blade to spin, unleashing seven consecutive slashes.

Each cut penetrated to a depth of about two meters, leaving seven intersecting wounds on the upper body of the unclean one.

The Great Impure One didn't even flinch. It looked down at the rapidly healing wounds on its body, as if inspecting dust on its clothes.

Then it lifted its foot and continued toward the fortress.

It decided to ignore Lawson.

The human suspended in the sky could indeed cause it some pain, but that level of damage wasn't enough to stop it.

Lawson's eyes narrowed.

This rotten piece of meat actually intends to ignore him and start gnawing on the defense line?

Fine. If you ignore me, I'll deal with your troops first.

The 108 Shadow Wheels split once again from the fused giant blade into independent spinning discs, like a swarm of released silver wasps, rushing towards the Plague Legion army following behind the Great Impure One.

Group control mode.

Under the independent sub-consciousness control of the swarm mind, 108 shadow wheels flew at supersonic speed close to the ground, cutting into the Death Guard's horizontal formation.

The Death Guard's horizontal formation was breached seventeen times in twenty seconds.

More than thirty Plague Space Marines fell to the ground. Some had their knees severed and fell to the ground before being finished off by Shadow Wheels who slit their throats. Others had their spines severed through the gaps in their neck rings, leaving them paralyzed on the spot.

But Lawson felt a sense of unease amidst the slaughter.

The Shadow Wheel is extremely efficient at cutting through Plague Space Marines; a seam is a seam, and once it's cut in, it's done.

However, the corrupted demon engines and the skin of high-ranking plague lords scattered throughout the formation, like the Great Unclean Ones, possess highly sticky regenerative abilities, causing the Shadow Wheel's effectiveness against them to plummet.

Lawson's consciousness sank into his own black hole projection.

A wisp of golden flame is slowly rotating.

Lawson knew that Golden Flame could double the destructive power of the power sword and add a purifying effect.

However, since the Shadow Wheel is not a powered sword, whether it can withstand the golden fire is unknown.

Lawson drew out a wisp of the golden flame.

The golden flame poured into reality through Lawson's psionic channel.

It flowed through his neural circuits and was infused into 108 high-speed rotating living metal discs.

Golden flames spread along the molecular-level blade, transforming the silver spinning disc into 108 shooting stars trailing golden fire tails.

Lawson sensed the change.

The signal strength in the psionic connector doubled.

The rotation speed of the shadow wheel has been increased by 15%.

Shadow Wheel, wreathed in golden flames, charged back into the Plague Legion's ranks.

The first cut sliced ​​through the thigh of a plague lord.

On the cut surface of the wound, golden flames exploded within the rotting flesh.

Those demonic organizations that relied on the Blessing of the Evil to gain regenerative abilities shrank, carbonized, and disintegrated under the scorching heat of the golden fire; they could no longer heal.

The Plague Lord let out an unprecedented scream.

This was a sound that the siege fighters had never heard before during the seventy-four-day siege.

The Golden Flame Shadow Wheel continued its harvest.

108 spinning discs burning with golden flames were launched at high speed through the Plague Legion's formation, each cut leaving an unhealable golden burn mark on the wound.

After the Plague Walker was cut in half, the golden flames on the cut surface continued to burn, turning the entire body into a pile of black charcoal.

The organic tissue of the demon engine shrieked as it melted in the golden flames, and the mechanical skeleton, deprived of its biomass support, collapsed with a deafening roar.

Vast numbers of plague legions fell.

The advance of the horizontal formation came to an abrupt halt.

Lawson noticed this change.

Goldfire is particularly effective against corrupted demons. So...

The 108 golden flame shadow wheels regrouped in the air, like a flock of burning golden birds, soaring over the heads of the Plague Legion and flying straight toward the Great Impure One.

Fusion Greatsword.

The imperial flames dancing on the blade distorted and warped the surrounding air.

Lawson accelerated the Golden Flame Blade to three times the speed of sound, aimed it at the Great Impure One's waist, and, at the same spot as the previous seven strikes, brought it down with all his might.

The giant blade pierced the body of the Great Impure One.

This time, the penetration depth reached four meters.

Golden flames exploded inside the wound, spreading outwards along the cut surface.

The several-meter-thick layer of fat on the waist of the Great Impure One contracted violently in the golden flames, the pus was evaporated into green steam, and the regenerating tissue was burned into carbonized residue by the golden flames the moment it sprouted.

The smile of the Great Impure One vanished.

It looked down at the deep gash on its side, where golden flames were burning.

The crack has not healed.

The rotting flesh at the edges of the wound continued to carbonize in the golden flames, and the wound was even slowly expanding.

It seems... we're in trouble!