Warhammer: Empire Reboot

What are these damned monsters?

The secret offspring of the Primarch? A new type of soldier for the Empire? Or the product of some forbidden biological experiment concealed by the Mechanicus?

They were larger than the Oglins, yet possessed Astartes-like combat skills and formation coordination.

Grendel couldn't understand it.

After Xiong Wei dealt with the Dreadnought, the White Tiger Legion's advance became much more relaxed.

The vast majority of the steel warriors scattered throughout the various compartments have been cleared away.

Under overwhelming firepower, the White Tiger Squad received the latest instructions from the swarm intelligence.

Keep the spoils.

The White Tiger Warriors immediately changed their tactics.

Instead of directly bombarding the Iron Warrior's torso with plasma incinerators, they adopted a tactic of disabling the power armor with minimal cost.

Faced with stubbornly resisting veterans, the White Tiger warriors will use speed and anticipation to precisely sever the enemy's weapon power cables.

Subsequently, several White Tiger warriors will use their close-combat advantage to pin the veteran Iron Warrior firmly against the bulkhead.

A sharp, powered dagger would precisely pierce through the neck seal of the helmet, severing the spinal cord directly.

Take down this power armor completely.

Each piece of armor is an extremely expensive strategic resource. Lawson doesn't want them to be blown to irreparable pieces in the ensuing internal conflict.

In the end, Steel Warriors Chapter Commander Grendel and the remaining eighty Steel Warriors were squeezed together on the largest main engine room deck of the Anvil.

The space here is open, and the wreckage of several Thunderhawk gunboats is parked there.

The veteran soldiers, back to back, formed the final circular defensive position.

Their individual firepower was formidable, with heavy fragmentation bombs, plasma guns, and multi-barreled thermobaric weapons forming a dense barrage of fire.

But they were facing the White Tiger Battle Group, whose individual firepower was equally formidable.

A thousand heavily armed infantrymen surrounded the entire aircraft deck.

The front row raised their Storm Shields to draw fire, while the rear row used the gaps in the shields to precisely snipe the enemy's firing positions with single-shot bursts.

If any veteran soldier were to peek out from under his helmet, he would inevitably be hit in the head with a single, high-explosive grenade.

The trench warfare tactics that the Iron Warriors were so proud of were stripped away layer by layer in the face of the absolutely rational firepower of the swarm mentality.

The defense line is on the verge of collapse.

“Crush them.”

Thirty Xiong Wei emerged from the rear of the White Tiger Battle Group's formation.

Thirty five-ton behemoths crashed directly onto the remaining positions of the Iron Warriors.

The Iron Warrior let out a desperate roar.

They charged forward, brandishing power hammers and power axes.

But when faced with an absolute difference in quality, all techniques become meaningless.

A veteran soldier's power hammer struck Xiong Wei's leg, leaving only a dent in the anti-gravity centurion's heavy armor.

Xiong Wei swung his heavy axe in a backhand motion, cleaving the veteran in two, armor and all.

The Iron Warrior simply couldn't withstand this level of physical impact.

The defenses were torn apart instantly, followed by a one-sided massacre.

The Thunder Hammer shattered the breastplate. The Power Axe severed the limbs.

Only two minutes had passed.

The last veteran, Tie Yong, had his helmet crushed by Xiong Da's foot.

The entire deck was littered with corpses.

In the end, only Chapter Master Grendel remained.

His mechanical left arm had been broken, and his Mark III heavy armor was covered with cracks of varying depths.

He gripped a power battle axe stained with blood, surrounded by the remains of his men.

Lawson snapped his fingers.

The thirty Bear Guards and one thousand White Tiger Warriors, who were still engaged in a frenzied slaughter just a second ago, retreated in unison, creating an absolutely clear space with a diameter of thirty meters in the center of the deck.

A faint blue light from a static force field flashed across the edge of the open space.

Lawson appeared on the deck.

He drew his master-class power sword from his waist, the tip pointing diagonally at Grendel.

"I'm giving you the last bit of dignity."

"Challenge me."

Grendel let out a cold snort, and the mechanical voice hissed out Peturabo's name.

He activated the disintegration field of the power tomahawk, and his massive body unleashed its final power, charging towards Lawson like an out-of-control chariot.

The battle axe drew a deadly arc in the air, heading straight for Lawson's neck.

Lawson's left foot slid outwards with a barely perceptible motion.

Grendel's power axe grazed Lawson's right shoulder armor before striking the deck, sending sparks flying.

Just as Grendel exhausted his old strength, Lawson's power sword rose from below like a venomous snake.

The blade precisely cut into the joint of Grendel's right arm.

The living metal instantly changed shape under the high temperature of the friction between the blades, transforming into extremely hard barbs that firmly jammed Grendel's joint bearings.

His right arm is now unusable.

Grendel attempted a desperate struggle with his remaining mechanical left arm.

But Lawson's movements were a whole dimension faster than his.

Lawson slid sideways, pressing his body close to Glendall's massive torso.

He gripped the power sword in a reverse grip and thrust it upwards through the extremely narrow gap under the chin of Grendel's helmet.

The disintegration field of the master-level power sword directly vaporized the medulla oblongata, pierced the brain, and emerged from the top of Grendel's skull.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful.

Grendel's massive body instantly lost all nerve signals.

The power axe fell onto the deck with a clatter.

He knelt heavily before Lawson.

Lawson drew his longsword, shook off the blood from the blade, and sheathed it.

At this moment, a briefing came through the tactical network of swarm intelligence.

The lowest deck of this warship has also been completely cleaned up by tens of thousands of Thunder Death Squads.

All the mutated soldiers and boarding slaves who tried to resist were wiped out.

The Dark Mechanic Sage, hiding in the bottom of the hold, chose to surrender unconditionally after confirming that the fire control network had been completely dismantled.

Lawson officially took possession of the heavy cruiser.

The subsequent cleanup and reconstruction work began immediately.

Three thousand mechanical assassins, along with three million mechanical servants, took the lead in repairing the warship's power core, plasma reactor, and damaged bulkheads.

Three hundred thousand technical suicide soldiers boarded the ship through a static force field.

They immediately entered the warship's cockpit, fire control room, and astronomical array, perfectly taking over all operations of this steel behemoth.

On the deck, the suicide squad members began to systematically clean up the battlefield.

The Iron Warrior's Mark III heavy armor was skillfully stripped from the corpse.

What Lawson was most concerned about were the six wrecked Dreadnought mechs that had been dismantled by Xiong Wei.

He ordered the great sage Xerath and the mechanical assassins to do their utmost to repair the damage.

The focus of the restoration was to remove the rotten sarcophagus and nerve interfaces inside.

He wanted to transform these six Dreadnoughts into a completely new form: no longer at the cost of Space Marines' lives, but as heavy mechs that could be directly piloted internally by non-combatant assassins via neural connections.

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Meanwhile, deep within Lawson's retina, the system began frantic calculations.

[Memory retrieval in progress...]

Swarm intelligence scanned the cerebral cortex of the battleship blacksmith Grendel.

His combat skills, the Iron Warriors' invaluable experience in trench warfare and siege tactics, intelligence on the distribution of chaotic forces within the Eye of Terror, and even several hidden warp smuggling routes.

This information, like a massive data packet, is rapidly absorbed, analyzed, and verified by swarm intelligence.

Then, it was integrated into Lawson's own tactical system.

Lawson gave extremely high praise to the White Tiger Legion's coordination with the newly formed Bear Guards in this battle, as well as the final casualty ratio.

When the White Tiger Warriors' assault was hampered by the heavily armored Chaos Dreadnought Mech, the appearance of the Bear Guard perfectly filled the gap in offensive firepower.

Heavy shield parry. Thunder hammer armor penetration.

This combined arms tactic demonstrated exceptional dominance within the enclosed Starship Corridor.

The internal cleaning and initial repairs of the Anvil have been handed over to 300,000 non-combatant suicide soldiers and mechanical servants.

Lawson did not linger in space for long.

The instruction has been issued.

The thousand elite White Tiger soldiers who had completed the mission of seizing the ship instantly withdrew from the Anvil and returned to the Klein system.

The campaign to wipe out the remnants of the Plague Legion is nearing its end in this vast star system that includes seventeen agricultural planets.

In order to completely control this star field, each planet has a massive number of non-combatant assassins who are teleported in via stasis fields.