Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The bomb gun and laser gun fired simultaneously.

The remaining Greenskins, who had just lost most of their strength in the bloody battle against the gene stealers, were caught off guard and attacked from behind.

The last one, Norber, who was still fighting hard, didn't even have time to turn around before he was hit in the back by four explosive shells at the same time.

Two of the projectiles hit the armor and bounced off, while two other mass reaction projectiles exploded in its back muscle tissue, shattering several ribs from the inside.

Norber staggered forward and fell right into the body of a hybrid that was about to attack him from the side.

Two creatures from opposing forces were entangled in an absurd manner.

Number 1 fired a follow-up shot, the explosive bullet piercing the back of Norber's head and exploding inside his skull.

[Life Points +25]

The hybrid creature that Norber had pinned beneath was still struggling.

Number 7 stepped forward and, with a chainsaw sword, severed its head from its neck from top to bottom.

The system popped up a notification that Lawson had never seen before:

[An alien organism (gene thief subspecies/hybrid) has been detected and killed.]

[Biomass energy extraction complete.]

[Biomass +13.]

Biomass.

It is yet another new type of resource.

Lawson had no time to investigate; the battle continued.

Class C and Class D cut in from the flank of the passage, their target being the remnants of the gene thieves.

These hybrids are even harder to deal with than green-skinned creatures.

Even though they had already exhausted a lot of energy in the previous battles, and even though their numbers had been reduced from two or three hundred to less than eighty, they still maintained a terrifying ability to coordinate tactics.

When the first volley of fire from Class C came crashing down, the hybrids scattered to the sides with an almost supernatural reaction speed, as if they had predicted the trajectory of the bullets before they even arrived.

The patriarch's psionic coordination network. One hybrid saw the flash of the gun barrel, which meant all hybrids saw it.

But they are tired. They are injured. The psionic network's reaction speed has noticeably slowed down.

Lawson keenly grasped this point.

"Concentrate fire on the same target! Do not spread your firepower!"

The ten members of Class C simultaneously focused their fire on a hybrid that was trying to dodge to the right.

Three explosive shells and four laser beams simultaneously struck its body.

The chitinous armor plates of the hybrid creature shattered under the impact of the bomb, and the laser beam burned several smoking holes in its purplish-gray skin.

【Biomass +13】

"Keep going! Next one!"

Lawson locked onto the targets one by one through telepathic communication, and the firepower of ten guns was concentrated on the same point within a second.

The hybrid's psychic abilities could dodge one or two shots, but not the concentrated fire of ten guns.

One after another, they fell down.

But those purebloods are not so easy to deal with.

Even with only the two arms on its right side remaining, the injured pureblood that had its two arms smashed by Norber still displayed a terrifying fighting power.

It is at least three times faster than the hybrid.

When Ding Ban's volley came, its body instantly shifted two meters to the side in a way that defied the laws of inertia, and all ten bullets missed their mark, hitting the spot where it had just been standing.

Then it fought back.

Numbers 31 and 34 of Class D were hit at the same time.

Number 31's chest cavity was ripped open by the claw blade, and his right lung was injured; Number 34's left arm was neatly severed at the elbow joint.

"Numbers 11 and 15, flank from both sides! Surround that crippled pureblood!"

The crossfire from multiple directions forced pureblood fighters to focus all their energy on dodging.

It's fast, but not fast enough.

The loss of both arms means that its balance and aerial attitude control are severely weakened.

When it attempted to launch that leap attack again, its attitude in the air shifted slightly.

It was in that very moment.

Lawson emerged from behind cover on the flank, aiming his plasma pistol at the pureblood's exposed abdomen in mid-air.

"hiss!"

The plasma projectile struck the pureblood's abdominal cavity at high speed.

The 3,000-degree heat vaporized the chitinous scales upon contact, then continued to penetrate deep into the body, burning the organs and tissues in the abdominal cavity into a charred mess.

The pureblood body convulsed in mid-air, fell, and its limbs twitched for two seconds before coming to a complete stop.

[Biomass +30.]

Lawson raised an eyebrow slightly.

There are still two intact purebloods on the battlefield.

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Chapter 28 The Cunning Clan Chief's Test

The moment they saw their companion being killed, they made a decision that surprised Lawson.

They retreated.

The two pureblood beings leaped backward simultaneously, their speed so fast that they left only two purplish-gray afterimages.

The remaining thirty-odd hybrids also began to retreat in an orderly manner at the same time.

The power of the psionic coordination network was fully demonstrated during the retreat.

Lawson did not give chase; pursuing them into the gene-stealers' territory would be tantamount to suicide.

"Cease the pursuit and clear the battlefield on the spot."

The two-kilometer-long passage has become a slaughterhouse after a three-way battle.

Green blood, purple blood, and red blood.

As Lawson was crouching beside a hybrid body examining the spoils, something resonated deep within his mind.

It was as if hundreds of voices were whispering at the same time.

The sounds did not come from any physical direction; they seemed to seep up from the very depths of consciousness itself, like countless fish opening their mouths simultaneously beneath a thin layer of ice.

Lawson's temples suddenly throbbed with pain.

He knew what it was.

Psionic pressure.

The gene-stealing patriarch is sensing him from a distance.

Lawson clenched his teeth tightly.

Although they were dozens of kilometers apart, the whispers became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The patriarch was testing the strength of his soul's protective barrier.

It's like a thief tapping lightly on the outside of a safe in the dark, listening to the echo to judge the thickness of the steel plate.

In the corner of his field of vision, the system interface flickered.

[Warning: An external psionic field has been detected conducting a contact scan of the host's soul defenses.]

[The host's soul defense resonance frequency is fluctuating abnormally; data is being recorded.]

[Potential development paths have been marked, but conditions have not been met; they are currently locked.]

Potential development paths.

The system didn't specify what the path was, only that the conditions were not met.

But the keyword "soul defense wall resonance" was enough to make Lawson make associations.

Spiritual energy originates from subspace.

Without exception, all psionicists possess powers that mortals should not have because of a certain resonance channel between their souls and the subspace.

Does the abnormal resonance frequency mentioned by the system mean that his soul responded in some way to the patriarch's probing?

Psychic power is a double-edged sword.

The other side of power is the risk of becoming prey for warp demons.

Lawson dared not think too deeply about it.

The whispers suddenly disappeared.

It came as suddenly as it did.

The chieftain withdrew its psionic tentacles.

Lawson discovered that his back was completely soaked.

He took a deep breath and stood up straight.

The headache is subsiding, but a lingering pressure remains on the inner wall of the skull, like a thin burning sensation.

"Everyone, speed up the cleanup and evacuate in five minutes."

The assassins sped up the cleanup.

This battle did not come without a price.

Number 4 is dead.