Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Temple of Core Logic.

Through remote observation of the frontline servo skull, the logic processor of General Belissa Kuhl was briefly locked into a deadlock state.

He looked at those colossal beasts, each 4.2 meters tall, carrying heavy firepower and wielding heavy shields.

"A new type of troop for the Empire? How come I haven't received any news about it?"

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Chapter 156 Forceful Takeover of Position One

The wreckage of five heavy Chaos Knight mechs lay scattered amidst the billowing smoke, with eerie blue sparks occasionally flashing from their broken joints.

Xiong Er kicked the tyrant-class knight's twisted steel mask, dragged half of the mangled corpse out of the shattered cockpit, and tossed it aside like trash.

Due to the destruction of the five colossal beasts, four terrifying gaps were suddenly torn open in the front line of the Chaos Infantry, the widest of which was as wide as two hundred meters.

The Iron Warriors Company on the right flank sensed something was amiss and was rapidly redeploying its heavy firepower.

The Nurgle Plague Legion on the left flank was slightly slower, thus exposing its bloated command center.

"kill!"

Six thousand Xiong Wei responded with a roar, splitting into two sharp wedge-shaped formations like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Xiong Da led three thousand elite soldiers and hammered into the frontal breach like a heavy hammer, while Xiong Er commanded the remaining three thousand men to fiercely outflank the right flank.

These towering behemoths, standing at 4.2 meters tall, abandoned their thunder hammers and power axes, and instead wielded heavy firearms.

Rows of force field shields, glowing with an eerie light, stand side by side, forming a steel Great Wall stretching for two kilometers across the desolate plain.

Peeking out from the gaps in the shield wall were menacing twin-barreled rapid-fire cannons, heavy automatic cannons, and shoulder-mounted ion incineration cannons.

A terrifying firepower density comparable to that of Imperial Knight mechs was now being unleashed by a mutated demi-human infantry regiment that "couldn't even hold a knife and fork steady."

Even searching through the entire galaxy's tactical codes, it would be impossible to find such an absurd yet deadly configuration.

The rapid-fire cannons roared suddenly, like the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe. As soon as the hordes of Chaos infantry looked up, they were shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the dense rain of bullets.

The ion incineration cannon instantly vaporized a whole row of filthy plague walkers along with the rotten soil beneath their feet, leaving several glass-like trenches up to twenty meters deep on the ground.

At this moment, three Chaos Heavy Suppressor tanks that rushed to the flanks opened fire.

The massive, rugged cannon barrels were aimed directly at the heavy shield array of the bear guards.

Instead of charging blindly, Xiong Er led forty guards in a counter-attack.

These muscular monsters, when they charged, reached speeds of up to seventy kilometers per hour.

The behemoth charging at the forefront crashed into the frontal armor of the Suppressor Tank with a savage force.

With a sickening metallic creak, the heavy tank chassis was pushed back, and the vehicle tilted sharply to the side at a 20-degree angle.

Immediately afterwards, Xiong Wei swung his right arm and brought the power hammer down angrily, sending the huge turret flying forty meters away like a kicked stone.

The subsequent whirlwind of the bear guards gave the crew no chance to catch their breath. The massive thunder hammer, like a ramming rivet, smashed the three heavy tanks into smoking iron discs.

For the first time in history, the Chaos Legion experienced firsthand what it meant to have their heavy armor smashed apart by bare fists.

Meanwhile, the thousand White Tiger warriors had broken up into two hundred five-man tactical squads, which infiltrated like ghosts through the gaps in the shield wall.

They were gripping the first batch of Suppressor Storm Bomb Guns that had just been deployed.

The captain of the White Tiger Squad A, B, and Ninth Division leaped into the trench like a cheetah.

The moment it landed, the swarm intelligence had already imprinted the target data into its central nervous system.

One hundred and twenty meters directly ahead, at the intersection of trenches, the target is the lieutenant colonel commanding the Chaos Space Marine company, accompanied by seven heavily armored guards.

The dark muzzle of a gun was held horizontally.

Amidst the deafening explosion, the lieutenant colonel's upper body exploded like a flesh-and-blood bomb, horribly bursting apart from the inside out.

The other four White Tiger warriors swiftly pulled their triggers, using the same ruthless movements to physically eliminate the remaining seven guards.

Let's shift our focus back to the rear of the battlefield.

The stagnant blue portal remained open.

Fifty thousand combat soldiers surged toward the front line like a black tide.

On the right flank of the battlefield, a veteran Iron Warrior clad in Chaos-mutated Mark VI power armor sensed the approach of death through his intuition.

He nimbly scaled the dome of an abandoned warehouse, attempting to stealthily maneuver into a blind spot of the imperial defenses.

His objective was clear: to destroy the fire control hub protecting the portal.

This is precisely the signature tactic of the Iron Warriors Legion: avoiding direct confrontation and focusing on disrupting the enemy formation.

The heavy combat boots shattered the rubble behind the warehouse, and with a piercing buzz, the destructive force field of the power sword suddenly lit up.

Blocking his way were only two thin-skinned assassins.

There is no heavy power armor, nor is there a force field shield.

The veteran's eyes remained unmoved as he decisively activated the armor's boost sprint system.

The immense kinetic energy, exceeding 500 kilograms including the armor, propelled the power sword to slash downwards at a terrifying terminal speed of 90 meters per second.

This sword strike is enough to cut a light armored vehicle in two, let alone tear apart a mere mortal's body.

However, something unexpected happened.

The assassin on the left turned two centimeters to the side with perfect precision.

The azure blade whistled past his ribs almost without harming him in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, the assassin on the right had already glided like a ghost to the side and behind the veteran.

The assassin on the left gripped the veteran's wrist like an iron clamp with his left hand, while the adamantite dagger in his right hand cut into the rough joint gaps of the power armor with extreme precision, like a viper spitting its tongue.

Meanwhile, the assassin on the right used a nimble short dagger to carve into the vulnerable seam between the neck armor and breastplate from the side and rear.

With a chilling cracking sound, the second blade mercilessly pierced through the skull, turning the veteran's cerebellum into a bloody pulp.

The steel-willed veteran collapsed to the ground.

The two assassins didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground. They pulled out their bloodstained blades and continued their silent advance towards the front lines of the battlefield.

The heretical front is crumbling.

The Chaos Legion's bloated command structure is being torn apart by the elusive White Tiger Squad, which peels away the layers like an onion.

This evil coalition was originally a disorganized mess, consisting of the Iron Warriors Detachment and the Fringe Fighters.

They lack both a unified command center and a tiered reserve force.

After 47 mid-level officers were eliminated in a single 15-minute period, the entire front inevitably descended into an avalanche of spontaneous collapse.

In that brief moment, the empire's tactical situation transformed from a desperate, life-or-death defensive posture to a devastating, all-out counter-offensive.

The two company commanders of the Lamenters Chapter, Kyle and Tecon, were still gripping their buzzing power swords tightly.

They had already made up their minds to lead their remaining two hundred or so brothers in a suicide charge.

A resolute battle cry had even risen to his throat.

At that very moment, Lawson arrived.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying behemoths, each four meters tall, descended like divine warriors, tearing apart the five Chaos Knight mechs that were wreaking havoc on the Empire's defenses with their bare hands.

Then, this incomprehensible torrent of steel began to push the massive Chaos Army into retreat.

Kyle's bloodshot eyes swept over the battlefield, which resembled a miracle, once again, and a previously received communication suddenly flashed through his mind.

He immediately slung his power sword back to his waist, his heavy body slammed to one knee, and his right fist slammed heavily into the damaged armor on his left chest.

"Kyle Varus, Commander of the Third Assault Company of the Weeping Legion, pays his respects to the Master!"

Tae Khon then knelt on one knee and gave the highest military salute.

"Marcus Tecon, Commander of the 7th Firepower Company of the Weeping Legion, pays his respects to the Master of the Seals!"

Lawson looked down at the two wounded Space Marines.

He knew the details of this warband; since the shadow of the Badab War, they had been wandering for centuries in endless crusades of atonement.

This is a tragic force that has the creed of "protecting civilians" etched deep into its genes, yet is therefore regarded as a burden and cursed by many allies of the Empire.

The stingy hem of Lady Luck seemed never to have opened even a fraction of its skirt for them.

"stand up."

The two company commanders stood up as instructed.

Kyle took a deep breath and reported, "We did receive a summons from the Regent some time ago. But at that time, the front line was in grave danger, and for the sake of the civilians behind us, we simply could not abandon our defensive zone and had no choice but to hold on until now."

Lawson looked at him, his eyes glancing over the smoke-filled battlefield.

The complete collapse of the Chaos Legion is a foregone conclusion, and its vanguard is turning that filthy plain into dark red scorched earth.

"How many embers do your battlebands have left?"

Taikong took over the conversation with a somber expression: "As of this morning's pre-battle roll call, the entire Wailer Chapter here, including all the remnants of their sub-companies, logistical support units, lightly and seriously wounded, and even the two accompanying technical priests..."

"Only 211 people remain."

"How many people were there when you first arrived here?"

"Eight hundred and forty-seven Astartes."

Kyle gave a bitter laugh: "We were stuffed into Agrippina, that meat grinder, for four years and seven months."

Lawson nodded slightly. "Those brothers who died in battle, they all died while covering the evacuation of civilians?"

Kyle and Tecon both fell into a deathly silence.

After a long pause, Kyle finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "That's only part of it."

"And what about the rest?"

"The rest..."

"Died from friendly fire during the Imperial Navy's unannounced orbital bombardment; died from the complete paralysis of the defensive command network caused by the leak of the Mechanicus code; died in the high-ground tug-of-war during the battle where Forging General Kur coldly refused to approve the reserve force; and..."

"The Mechanicus shamelessly diverted our flank protection force to forcibly transport a bunch of so-called cold relics!"