Warhammer: Empire Reboot

At the same microsecond that the oracle of the Iron Warrior Anvil sounded a piercing alarm, six beams of light struck precisely the void shield in front of the Anvil's bow.

The Void Shield works by transferring physical damage from the real universe to the subspace.

However, the energy peaks carried by these six light spears instantly broke through the energy redundancy limit of the Anvil's Geller force field when switching to the Void Shield.

The first layer of the void shield burst forth with a blinding flash, then shattered like glass.

Immediately afterwards, the Tyrant-class cruiser "Byakko" and the Moon-class cruiser "Akaryu," located on the left and right flanks, simultaneously unleashed their massive gun arrays on their sides.

Hundreds of solid adamantium armor-piercing and high-explosive shells, weighing hundreds of tons, converged into an impenetrable rain of metal as they accelerated in the vacuum orbit.

Lawson's tactics were extremely clear.

Three main warships coordinated their suppression. The Light Spears were responsible for tearing through the Void Shield point-to-point, while the Macro Cannons provided large-area kinetic energy coverage, completely destroying the enemy's physical counterattack capabilities and outer armor.

The second and third layers of the "Anvil" void shields flickered violently in the kinetic storm of the macro cannon, before being completely overloaded and shut down.

The dark, rust-colored hull, now stripped of its shields, was directly exposed to the heavy firepower of the Empire.

The cannon shells slammed into the Iron Anvil's adamantite armor belt, tearing apart tens of thousands of tons of armor plates, and the explosions silently burst forth in the vacuum.

The heavy siege turret array deployed on the surface of the ship by the Iron Warriors was smashed into scrap metal by the dense barrage of heavy cannons before the cannons could even be preheated and their angles adjusted.

Meanwhile, the ten Sword-class frigates on the outer perimeter completed their full-speed advance.

Instead of using conventional long-range torpedo salvoes, they directly cut into the Anvil's close-in defense blind spot under the overloaded operation of the plasma main engine.

The launch tubes on the frigate's belly opened.

Dozens of boarding torpedoes, heavily modified by the Dark Mechanics, spewed flames and slammed into the cracks in the Anvil's hull, which had lost its armor protection, with an absurd acceleration.

Inside the Anvil, in the strategic command center.

The violent tremors caused the holographic sand table, composed of hundreds of servo skulls, to overload and collapse instantly, sparks flying everywhere.

The battleship blacksmith Grendel's last remaining eyes were bloodshot with extreme rage.

"47% of the port side armor belt is damaged! The third and fourth siege gun arrays are out of service! The plasma main infusion line is ruptured!"

"I steadied my heavily armored body amidst the violent shaking and reported loudly," the adjutant, Volacs, said.

Grendel was furious.

How come the other side has three heavy cruisers?

Moreover, they had been lying in wait at this coordinate node for a long time, with all fire control systems in a fully loaded, ready-to-go state, just waiting for them to jump out of subspace.

Their intelligence was severely outdated.

Grendel's mind was not robbed of reason by anger.

They encountered the Imperial Punishment Fleet in the warp, experienced three dangerous blind jumps, and were lost for far too long in the timeless chaos of the warp.

In the real universe's timeline, several months may have already passed.

The opponent's strength has changed, and they have incorporated warships from other forces, which is logically possible.

He simply couldn't figure out how this Astartes warlord managed to acquire and perfectly integrate a Gothic-class heavy cruiser within a few months, or how he could so accurately predict their coordinates and timing of jumping out of the warp.

Chapter 152 Crushing Tie Yong, and the Wonderful Uses of Black Holes

"Large number of boarding torpedoes detected! Physical collision alarm!" The desperate scream of the navigation support soldier rang out in the command cabin.

With dozens of dull, loud thuds, the Anvil began to list violently once again.

On the holographic monitoring screen, it was shown that multiple outer decks of the warship were burned through by the melt jets at the front of the torpedoes.

Dozens of massive steel cones have been firmly embedded in the interior corridors and living quarters of the Anvil.

Despite being besieged and suffering severe damage to his warships, being boarded by the enemy was a humiliation for Grendel.

The Iron Warriors are offspring of Primarch Peturabo.

In the long war that lasted for thousands of years, they were the top siege masters and trench warfare experts in the entire galaxy.

It has always been the steel warriors who used heavy firepower to tear open the enemy's fortress, board the enemy's warships, and crush the enemy in the ruins of steel and mud.

Today, they were the ones who were unexpectedly approached and their friends came knocking on their door.

"Block the entire ship!"

Grendel roared, "Cut off all airlocks in the torpedo impact zone! Heavy armored companies, assemble at the intrusion point. Charge in and tear these damned bastards to shreds with explosives and chainsaws!"

According to Grendel's intelligence database, this unfamiliar Astartes warlord only possessed a dozen or so stolen power armor suits.

Even if the other side makes some progress in the past few months, at most they can only piece together one or two hundred bodies.

On this ship, the Anvil, he had more than 500 veteran steel warriors armed to the teeth.

In the narrow, enclosed corridors inside a warship, where the advantages of the warship's large guns cannot be fully utilized, the steel warriors' positional warfare and meat grinder tactics are invincible.

He wanted to make them understand that boarding a mothership of a steel warrior was the most foolish act of suicide in the entire universe.

The Anvil, Section 4, Lower Deck Transfer Corridor.

With a deafening roar as the boarding torpedo violently tore through the outer armor, the red strobe lights of the alarm system stained the 30-meter-wide and 20-meter-high corridor blood red.

The torpedo's hatch exploded the moment it smashed through the deck.

Inside the crew compartment, two advance suicide squad members were already in position.

A flash of eerie blue light.

A teleportation coordinate was instantly pinned to the deck of the Anvil.

Lawson's White Tigers left the enemy no window of opportunity to react.

An endless stream of White Tiger warriors, like a silent, surging tide of steel, poured out of the portal.

They did not stay in place to form a battle formation.

The first wave of warriors to step out of the portal immediately formed a tactical wedge formation and advanced rapidly into the warship.

At the other end of the corridor, one kilometer away.

Led by their company commander, forty-five steel warriors are marching at a rapid pace toward the torpedo's impact point.

As offspring of the Fourth Legion, they are the most ruthless killing machines.

According to the tactical doctrine of the Iron Warriors, they were to use the terrain of the corridor to construct a perfect semi-circular meat grinder position with portable adamantite shields and heavy firepower before the enemy troops left the cabin.

But as they turned the corner of the corridor and entered the main road, the platoon leader's face under his helmet instantly turned cold.

The rangefinder showed that the enemy had exited the cabin and completed their tactical deployment 200 meters ahead.

That wasn't the chaotic search-and-seek state of a typical boarding force.

A heavily armored company, larger than any ordinary Space Marine, was advancing towards them at an overwhelming pace.

The intelligence was seriously flawed. The timeline was incorrect.

The Iron Warriors Company Commander immediately issued a change of formation order.

"Encounter! Establish firing lines on the spot! Open fire!"

The forty-five veterans came to an abrupt stop while running.

They displayed an extremely formidable level of tactical skill.

There was no time to deploy complex cover. The ten Ironclad veterans at the front slammed their portable adamantite shields heavily onto the deck, using their power armor to brace the backs of the shields and act as human cover.

The heavy logging guns and missile launchers in the back row were mounted directly on the shoulder armor of their comrades, assuming a firing posture.

A deafening roar erupted in the corridor.

This is what makes the Iron Warriors so terrifying.

Their fragmentation bombs detonate prematurely before contacting the target, scattering countless high-hardness, serrated fragments at subsonic speeds.

In the narrow corridor, this storm of shrapnel is a physical meat grinder with no blind spots.

Dense barrages of bullets and missiles, trailing plumes of smoke, crashed head-on into the rapidly advancing White Tiger Battle Group.

However, the White Tiger Warriors' response sent a chill down the spines of the Steel Warrior veterans, a chill that defied all logic.

The twenty White Tiger warriors at the front raised their heavy storm shields on their left arms as they ran.

The force field generators at the edges of the twenty shields meshed perfectly during the movement, instantly forming a deep blue energy barrier that moved forward continuously.

Fragmentation bombs and missiles struck the barrier, unleashing intense flashes of light and kinetic energy waves.

For ordinary Space Marines, the immense impact of being subjected to concentrated fire in a heavy firefight of this magnitude would cause them to lose their balance, be forced to stop, or even have their shield walls collapse.

But the White Tiger Warrior's shield wall remained completely still as he moved.

After the shield wall withstood the first wave of fire, the White Tiger Chapter opened fire as they advanced.

The soldiers in the back row placed the plasma incinerator and the reheat lance in the gaps of the shield.

Plasma beams and ultra-high temperature molten rays precisely penetrated the smoke in the corridor, each shot heading straight for the blind spot of the Iron Warrior's bunker.

The adamantite shield hastily erected by the Iron Warrior was instantly vaporized by the molten ray.

The veteran Iron Warriors hiding behind the shield, along with their heavy weapons, were burned into charred remains emitting black smoke by the high temperature of the plasma.

The balance of firepower has been forcibly torn open.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly to thirty meters during the charge.

The White Tiger Legion's shield wall suddenly split open from the middle.

Ten White Tiger warriors drew their charged power swords and thunder hammers, crashing directly into the remaining firepower of the Iron Warriors.

Hand in hand.

The Iron Warrior's melee combat is extremely brutal.

A veteran soldier roared, his chainsaw-axe sweeping across a White Tiger warrior charging at the front, aiming directly at the weakest seam in the neck armor.

The White Tiger Warrior's body sank forward by a mere three centimeters.

The chainsaw whistled past the edge of his helmet, its teeth leaving a deep spark on the terracotta surface, but causing no real damage.

Just as the old soldier Tie Yong was exhausted, the White Tiger Warrior's power sword pierced the heat dissipation gap in the armor under Tie Yong's armpit with absolute precision.

The blade pierced the lung and shattered the heart.