Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Seth's brow twitched.

Can you keep it under control?

Seth was about to retort, "Who do you think you are?"

The silver-winged figure in front of them had already torn open a fold in space.

Take a step in.

301 elite White Tiger warriors followed closely behind, like a gust of metallic wind.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

Seth leaned against the battlements and slowly exhaled.

"..."

The adjutant cautiously approached.

"Captain, what kind of tactic is this?"

"How the hell should I know?"

Seth's chainsaw sword hummed and started up again.

He turned around and faced the plague army that had been decimated and was now crying out in the ruins, and roared out a sentence from his chest.

"Brothers! Fight back! Chop these rotten sacks of flesh into manure one by one..."

…………

Lawson emerged from the assassin anchorage on another planet.

Beneath my feet were cold, rocky cliffs, and the air was thick with the cloying, rotten smell of Nurgle plague.

Jia 118 remained motionless, half-buried in the rock crevice.

The outer layer of living metal has simulated the texture of the surrounding moss and weathered rock. If it weren't for Lawson's ability to sense his swarm nodes, he wouldn't be noticed if he passed within a meter.

“Coordinates,” Lawson said in a low voice.

A very short blue light flashed in Jia 118's right eye.

The swarm intelligence instantly fed all the reconnaissance data on the planet into Lawson's consciousness.

The location of the Demon Prince's encampment, the location of the warp altar, the distribution of his forces, the radiation hotspots, and the waveform frequency of the enemy's warp communications were all laid out in his mind at this moment.

A118 replied: "The Demon Prince, codenamed 'Father of All Insects,' is stationed in the grain storage area two kilometers below. He uses the underground water tanks of the grain storage as altars."

Lawson chuckled, "These guys are quite particular about where they pick their strongholds; they even choose a place with provisions for their altars."

Without another word, he spread his silver wings and shot from the mountaintop toward the distant camp, like a silver lightning bolt cutting through the night sky.

He's racing against time.

The great unclean one died.

The subspace communication network among Nargog will spread the message within hours.

He had to run faster than the news.

It's faster than the subspace winds of Nurgle.

It's faster than every demon prince in this galaxy yawns.

Twenty minutes later.

Klein-VII. Camp of the "Father of All Insects".

This demon prince is a ten-meter-tall insect-shaped monster with four segmented limbs on its back and a head that looks like a swollen, bursting honeycomb.

It sat cross-legged in the center of the contaminated granary, its hands resting on a massive warp altar, replenishing the altar with its daily psionic energy.

Outside the camp were 20,000 Plague Walkers, 800 Plague Space Marines, and over 30 rusty Corruption Raider tanks.

This is an army large enough to flatten a medium-sized city.

The "Father of Ten Thousand Insects" raised his head.

It saw a silver-winged figure float down from the crack.

"who are you?"

The voice of the Father of All Insects carried the frequency of countless insect wings vibrating simultaneously, causing the walls of the entire granary to buzz.

Lawson waved his hand.

"Smash it."

301 White Tiger Armor units were deployed in mid-air.

The Storm Shield, Heavy Bomb, and Plasma Powered Sword transformed into their positions in less than two seconds.

Then the entire elite force, like a group of iron meteorites falling from the sky, crashed directly into the center of the camp.

Before the plague army outside the camp could react, a steel wedge had already been driven into the center of the formation.

The White Tiger Armorers formed a circular formation around the altar, with a mountain-like storm shield wall behind them.

Beyond the shield wall, tens of thousands of Plague Space Marines and Plague Walkers were about to swarm forward.

Inside the shield wall was the "Father of Ten Thousand Insects," who was pinned down in the middle by 301 Thunder Warrior-level assassins, leaving him no room to even make a move.

The "Father of All Insects" was filled with shock and rage. Its four segmented limbs danced wildly in mid-air, and its pair of insect wings on its back vibrated frantically, trying to break through the shield wall with sound waves.

The shield wall remained completely still.

Lawson raised his power sword.

"Goodbye."

Lawson stepped into his opponent's position.

The power sword sliced ​​into the back of the insectoid demon's neck, and golden flames followed the blade deep into its warp origins.

The "Father of Ten Thousand Insects" opened his mouth wide.

Its wings vibrated wildly, its limbs flared, and its subspace energy attempted to explode violently...

All of them were extinguished instantly under the devouring of the golden flames.

Its head slowly rolled onto the altar, splashing out a pool of black pus.

Before the body even hit the ground, Lawson had already raised his hand.

The swarm mind controlled the [Arsenal Space], throwing the altar core, the obsidian array around the altar, and the twitching body of the demon prince at its feet into the stasis field all at once.

The 301 White Tiger Armor units silently retracted their shield walls.

The silver crack tore open again.

The Tiger King Armor stepped inside.

The White Tiger formation followed closely behind.

From the appearance of Lawson, to the decapitation of the Demon Prince, to the disappearance of the entire decapitation squad...

Two minutes and forty-seven seconds.

When the plague army finally realized what was happening, all that remained was an empty granary.

Klein-II.

The demon prince "Lord of Slippery Fat" is devouring a skinned commoner from his obsidian throne.

Beneath its throne lay a layer of pus accumulated over millennia, hardened into a translucent amber, within which were embedded countless distorted faces…

It had only taken a bite when it suddenly felt a chill down its back.

It raised its head.

A silver slit appeared in the ceiling of the throne room.

A silver-winged figure floated down.

Behind him, 301 ghost warriors clad in white tiger armor crashed into the throne room.

The "Lord of Slippery Fat" instinctively grabbed the plague-infested giant sword beside him.

"What's going on...?"

"Shut up."

Golden flames lit up along Lawson's power sword.

The Lord of Sticky Fat attempted to utter the final curse.

It firmly believed that it could at least withstand the first blow from this strange mortal.

A flash of silver light.

Its head rolled onto the amber throne.

The altar was thrown into the armory.

The body was thrown into the armory.

The silver crack closed.

Klein-XIII.

The demon prince "Song of a Thousand Eyes" is in his warp fortress, chanting a spell to a mirror made up of a thousand living human eyeballs.

Its head tilted, and nine hundred and ninety-nine out of its thousand eyeballs simultaneously looked at the ceiling.

The remaining one saw its neck being cut open from behind.

Three minutes later, its fortress was reduced to scorched earth, and a thousand eyeballs and its head were burned to ashes by the golden flames.

Klein-V.

The demon prince, "Lord of the Corrupted Shore," is boating on a polluted canal, his oars parting not water, but green slime.

It looked up and saw a silver-winged figure in the sky.

A flash of sword light.

The wine glass fell into the slime.