Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Little Wrench ate with its mouth full of juice, green grease dripping from the corners of its mouth, covering its chin and chest.

Waaagh energy entered its body, instantly activating the dormant green instincts.

This giant shrimp can kill the old master!

These big shrimp are delicious!

It's delicious and tastes like Waaagh!

So this big shrimp is the new boss, a new boss who is stronger and more powerful than the old master.

Little Wrench chewed and swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth, then knelt down in front of Lawson again with a thud.

"Big Shrimp Boss!"

"Big Shrimp Boss is the best! Little Wrench will follow Big Shrimp Boss from now on! He'll tighten screws for Big Shrimp Boss! Clean guns! Hand him tools! He'll do everything!"

Its two large ears flapped excitedly, and the single-strand rope around its neck taut as it shook violently.

Number 1 glanced down at the little thing tied to his waist, expressionless, but Lawson sensed a rare hint of confusion from Number 1 through their shared consciousness.

Lawson hadn't expected the results to be so good.

He looked down at the little green dog kneeling on the ground.

"Big Shrimp Boss?"

This name is neither accurate nor pleasant to hear.

But in the Warhammer 40K universe, the absurdity of a human being being called "Big Shrimp Boss" by a fart is nothing compared to everything else he is experiencing.

The little wrench began performing simple repair work at the outpost.

Meanwhile, Lawson never relaxed his surveillance of the direction of the gene-stealer's lair.

Since that brief encounter with the pureblood at the end of Line C, he set up two fixed long-range observation posts 500 meters outside the nest.

Number 22 and Number 28 were lurking in two different ventilation ducts, monitoring the main passage leading to the nest from two non-overlapping angles.

From the outpost, Lawson could receive all the visual and auditory information from the two observation posts in real time.

The two observation posts maintain mutual observation, and if one is discovered or attacked, the other can issue an early warning immediately.

This dual cross-monitoring system has been running for three days without any errors.

Lawson is inspecting the force field generator at the base.

The green-skinned portable force field generator seized from Techie has been installed above the roadblock at the front entrance of the stronghold, forming a semi-transparent energy barrier.

The barrier's duration is limited, lasting approximately three to four minutes of continuous defense, but it is sufficient to withstand a heavy barrage of firepower in critical moments.

Just then, Number 22's consciousness signal suddenly became unusually active.

Lawson immediately switched perspectives.

Gene stealers and greens are fighting!

A large number of gene-stealer hybrids emerged from the side closest to the nest.

They are different from purebloods.

Purebloods are the advance seeders of the Tyranids, pure alien creatures with four arms and sharp chitinous claws.

Hybrids are offspring of purebred individuals cultivated within a host species through gene infection. The first generation retains obvious abnormal features such as deformed skulls, extra limbs, and purplish-gray skin.

What Lawson saw in Number 22's field of vision were mainly first and second generation hybrids.

There are at least two or three hundred of them.

Behind the mixed-blood group, Lawson saw at least three pure-blooded beings.

They were significantly larger than the hybrids, with all four arms outstretched, and the huge serrated claws at the ends of their upper limbs gleamed with an unsettling bone-white luster in the dim light.

At the northern end of the passage, on the green side, is a standard green frenzy.

At least five or six hundred greenskins, with the orc boy at their core and the farts filling the ranks, are howling as they charge toward the Genestealers' lines.

Among the orcs, Lawson spotted at least two large creatures of Norbert size.

They were a head taller than the orc boys around them, and they wielded giant cleavers to clear a path in front.

"Waaaaaagh! Kill these purple bugs! Waaagh!"

The green-skinned soldiers' battle cries echoed through the enclosed passageway, making the metal bulkheads hum.

The two forces collided violently in the center of the passage.

Genestealers fight in a completely different way than Greenskins.

The Greenskins fight by brute force and numbers. They charge in, cut everything in their path, and even if they get cut down, it doesn't matter because there are always more brothers behind them.

The gene stealer is a sophisticated killing machine.

The hybrids form tactical groups of three to five, maintaining telepathic coordination with each other through the patriarch's psionic network.

As an orc boy raised his sword to strike a hybrid, two other hybrids beside him anticipated the trajectory of the sword and simultaneously slashed into the orc's blind spot from both sides.

One hybrid used its chitinous claws to block the orc's full-force slash with its sword, while another hybrid plunged its claws into the orc's armpit from the other side.

The third hybrid lunged at the orc boy from the front, its four arms exerting force simultaneously to pin him to the ground, before its chitinous claws precisely severed the orc's cervical vertebrae.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

That's how an orc kid was taken care of.

But there are plenty of green-skinned ones.

One orc boy fell, and three orc boys rushed over, stepping over his corpse.

Those two Norberts were like two green meat grinders.

The one on the left, Norber, wields a giant power machete, and with each sweep, he can cut two or three hybrids in half at the same time.

The chitinous armor plates were rendered useless by the power field, and the hybrid that was hit was cut in two like a candle being sliced ​​by a hot knife.

The one on the right, Norbert, threw away his weapon and charged into the mixed-race group with his bare hands.

It smashed the skull of one hybrid with its two enormous fists, then grabbed the two chitinous arms of another hybrid and tore it in half.

Purple fluid sprayed all over its face, and it opened its mouth wide, sticking out its tongue to lick it.

"Waaaaaagh! Delicious! I want more!"

Green blood, purple blood, bits of flesh, severed limbs, broken weapons, and crushed bones mingled together, forming a layer of mud on the floor of the passage.

But what truly made this battle terrifying were those three purebloods.

Their speed is despair-inducing.

A pureblood suddenly sped across the battlefield from behind the mixed-blood group.

Its four arms were fully extended during the charge, and the huge serrated claws on its upper limbs drew four deadly arcs in its path.

The four orc boys were simultaneously sliced ​​apart and fell one after another within the one second it passed by.

The pureblood has already rushed up to Norber in the front row.

Norber swung his fist at the pureblood.

The pureblood body bent to the side at an ergonomically unnatural angle, and the fist, powerful enough to crush steel, grazed its face less than two centimeters away.

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The pureblood's four arms attacked simultaneously.

The serrated claws of the upper limbs pierced Norber's abdominal cavity. The two smaller arms of the lower limbs gripped Norber's belt tightly, fixing themselves to the green mountain of flesh.

Norbert let out a deafening howl.

It grabbed the pureblood's body with both hands, trying to tear the parasitic thing off itself.

But the pureblood's claws had already pierced its abdominal wall, and the chitinous blades were churning inside its abdominal cavity, cutting through every blood vessel and organ it could reach.

Norber's strength was rapidly waning.

It finally ripped the pureblood off its body, at the cost of a football-sized hole being torn open in its abdominal cavity, from which a section of green intestine slid out.

Norber used one hand to stuff the protruding intestines back into his stomach, and with the other hand, he punched the pureblood's head.

The pureblood was sent flying, tumbling twice in the air before landing steadily. A spiderweb-like crack appeared on its skull, but it re-emerged with its four arms, ready to launch another attack.

Lawson quietly observed all of this through their shared consciousness.

He was waiting for the fight to reach its most intense, exhausting, and costly point.

The casualties on both sides continued to rise during this period. The corpses of green-skinned creatures and the remains of hybrids covered the passage floor in a thick layer. The armor of the two Norberts was covered with purple flesh and blood, and the chitinous armor plates of the three purebloods were also covered with green cut marks.

Forty minutes later, the situation in the passageway changed.

The number of green-skinned trains has plummeted from five or six hundred to less than two hundred.

Of the two or three hundred hybrids of the gene stealers, less than eighty remain. One of the three purebloods had its two left arms smashed by Norber's giant fist.

Norbert, who was unarmed, finally collapsed due to excessive blood loss.

Another Norber was still struggling, his left arm severed in half by the claws of a pureblood.

Both sides were exhausted.

"Right now."

These four words were like a knife, cutting through forty minutes of silence.

Lawson's orders were simultaneously transmitted to all participating squads via telepathy.

He mobilized four full-strength squads for this operation: A, B, C, and D, totaling forty people.

The remaining two squads stayed at the outpost.

Class A and Class B launched their attack from the north side of the passage, behind the green-clad soldiers.

Their target is the remnants of the green skin.

The volley of fire from twenty men created a moving wall of bullets in the narrow passage.

"Bang bang bang bang!"