Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The front-line suicide soldiers in the epicenter of the explosion were blown to pieces, their limbs flying into the air. But the rear ranks did not pause or hesitate for even a millimeter; they passed directly through the blast wave and fireball, their formation perfectly snapping back into place the instant they crossed the crater.

Facing the wall of fire from the heavy explosives, the astronomical instrument showed that the infantrymen's charge speed reached an astonishing 75 kilometers per hour!

At this high speed, the front rank raised heavy shields and used abandoned vehicles as springboards to approach in irregular zigzag patterns; the middle rank, while running at full speed, picked up explosive guns and, relying on the muscle memory of veteran soldiers, fired accurate three-round bursts, headshotting the gun emplacements that emerged from the trenches one by one; the rear rank carried thermobaric guns on their shoulders, specifically to suppress the heavy weapon positions of the Iron Warriors.

This is not an army charging forward at all; it is more like a killing neural network composed of 50,000 nodes, carrying out a precise devouring on the battlefield.

Before Karen could figure it out, the first wave of suicide soldiers had already crashed into the trenches.

The rebels were prepared for a melee in the mud, but the moment they made contact, the contrast was extremely brutal.

A suicide soldier leaped into the trench, his left hand bracing against the mutated slave soldier's heavy hammer blows, while his right hand grabbed the soldier's cheek. Using the momentum of his fall, accompanied by the muffled sound of skull shattering, he shoved the soldier's head directly into the solid concrete bunker.

Elsewhere, facing the roaring heavy machine gun, the suicide soldier, braving a blast that grazed his shoulder, took a five-meter step, grabbed the machine gun frame with both hands, and uprooted it with sheer muscle strength, then smashed the machine gunner's sternum to pieces.

A veteran, a steel warrior stationed on the second line, aimed at the fallen soldier and pulled the trigger.

The instant the gunshot rang out, the assassin slid to the right at a reverse joint angle. The explosive grenade tore away a piece of flesh, but he used the momentum to brace himself with his left hand, and his powered short knife swiftly sliced ​​into the flexible gap of the veteran's knee joint. In the instant the veteran lost his balance, the assassin had already rolled onto his back and precisely stuffed the molten explosive into the exhaust port of the powered backpack.

The veteran was blown in two.

At this moment, the Chaos commanders on the front lines finally realized: this was no ordinary person, but a monster with Astartes-level physical abilities and the experience of a veteran of ten thousand years, yet wearing the skin of a mortal.

"The battle line has been cut off! Activate the war dogs!" Karen roared in the communications channel.

Chapter 162 Chaotic Scoundrels, Come On If You're Not Afraid of Death!

Concealed on both flanks, the Chaos Hound-class Titans roared mechanically and charged into the battlefield with their reversible joints. A turbo-laser destroyer swept across their left arm, instantly vaporizing dozens of Thunder Death Knights.

They attempted to use overwhelming firepower to push Lawson's army back to the city gates.

Just then, the earth shook violently.

Six thousand heavily armed Xiongwei troops made their appearance.

The warhounds' lasers bombarded the Bear Guard formation. The front-line Bear Guards slammed their heavy shields into the ground, the refracted force fields forming a blue barrier. The lasers melted the surface of the tower shields, but the Bear Guards withstood the fire, maintaining the shield wall's relentless pressure.

"Target the legs, prevent impact detonation!" the warhound driver roared.

As the first bear guard charged to the feet of the warhound, the directional anti-assault explosive mounted on its leg detonated, completely tearing apart the left half of the bear guard's heavy armor.

The bear guard with broken bones did not fall. He used his intact right arm to swing the tattered tower shield and wed it tightly into the warhound's massive knee joint gears.

The three bear guards behind exerted their strength simultaneously, propelling their anti-gravity engines at full power, transforming their bodies into heavy ramming horns that slammed into the back of their companion in front.

"Crack!"

The adamantium tower shield was driven deep into the joint like a bone nail, completely locking the hydraulic drive shaft.

The war dog's left leg was stiff and dead, causing the aircraft to tilt violently.

At the same time, dozens of Thunder Death Squad members reached down and stuck hot-melt explosives onto the ground.

"Detonate!"

A deep crater was blasted into the ground, and the warhound lost its balance and fell. In the instant of the fall, an elite bear guard leaped up, and his powered hammer slammed into the exposed hydraulic column with a sonic boom.

With three hammer blows, the main load-bearing shaft broke, and the war dog knelt on one knee!

A dozen suicide soldiers rushed up the machine's thighs, dodged close-range fire, stuffed high-explosive thermal explosives into the reactor cooling vents on its back, and then jumped off.

"Boom!!"

This blasphemous war machine was reduced to a burning wreckage in a series of explosions.

On the other side of the position, another war dog was undergoing the same dissection.

Karen saw it clearly through the observation window: his prized armor advantage had become a joke.

Xiong Wei was in charge of breaking bones, Lei Ting was in charge of dismantling, while Agrippina's unified fire network precisely targeted the Chaos Cannons attempting to provide support from the rear.

A flawless, three-dimensional strangulation attack.

"The frontal trenches can't hold," Karen coldly concluded, deciding they had to switch to underground mobile defense. "Relocate command post to the underground mobile fortress. Activate the six surface backup command posts and launch high-frequency communication signals."

He deliberately revealed false coordinates in an attempt to lure the enemy's decapitation strike force into a trap.

Inside the Fire Control Temple, Lawson looked at the lit signal source and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"The real body is 30 meters underground and is moving north along pipeline number four."

"White Tiger, take the point."

Inside a narrow passage thirty meters below ground.

Karen stood inside the heavily armored Leviathan transport vehicle, surrounded by ten Iron Warrior Terminators. He was certain he was in a complete blind spot.

"Zzz!!!!"

The rock layers tens of meters thick overhead emitted a high-heat red light.

"Attack!"

The ceiling was melted through, and a hundred elite White Tiger soldiers, dressed in pure white Mark X power armor, crashed into the corridor like meteorites.

The moment they landed, the storm shield rose up, and a wall of blue light filled the passage.

"Fire!" the Terminator roared, and automatic cannons and heavy flames engulfed the corridor.

Using the kinetic energy from the bomb hitting the shield, the magnetic locks on the White Tiger Death Soldier's power boots were released instantly, and the entire shield wall advanced smoothly forward like a blade on ice.

The first rank held the shield wall steady; the second rank poked out their explosive guns to blind the Terminator's goggles; the third rank, during a gap in their gliding maneuvers, hurled their specially made high-explosive molten metal into the enemy ranks in a parabolic arc.

The explosion caused the Iron Warriors' formation to falter slightly. Within half a second, the White Tiger was right in front of them.

The Terminator had just raised his power gloves when White Tiger's shield precisely locked onto his leverage point. The Terminator attempted to turn, but the Hellbrass power axe had already sliced ​​into the back of his kneecap.

The Iron Warriors attempted to detonate pre-embedded explosives in a suicide attack, but the T-Series mechanical assassins, who had hacked into the physical circuitry, had already severed the detonation circuit at the network layer.

In just one minute, ten Terminators were dismembered.

Karen drew her Thunder Hammer and roared as she smashed it down on the White Tiger Captain's face.

The captain raised his shield with his left hand, using a slight angle to dissipate the kinetic energy, and slid to his right to avoid the second hammer blow. Taking advantage of the gap before the Karen armor's servo muscles could complete their reverse compensation, the power axe slashed upwards in a cold arc, cleaving apart his right arm that was holding the hammer.

Three other assassins pounced from the blind spot, their power swords precisely piercing the gaps in the necks, the life support lines in the waist, and the reactor connections.

The battalion commander who had broken through the city collapsed with a thud, and the chain of command completely broke.

On the surface, the battle has devolved into a one-sided massacre.

The demonic engine, which was trying to resist, was smashed by the bear guards, and the artillery, which had lost its command, was wiped out by railgun shells as soon as it peeked out.

As the smoke cleared, the foundation sequence pushed the tractor and purification equipment into the battlefield.

Engineers repaired the road, medics extracted biological samples from the mutated slave soldiers, and technicians dismantled the remaining explosives and packed up the intact ammunition.

Battle nodes are responsible for tearing apart, while foundational nodes are responsible for digesting. Agrippina, this brand-new war machine, is greedily absorbing nourishment and crushing forward.

On the outer edge of the Agrippina system, the Chaos Command Ship, the Cold Anvil.

War blacksmith Barak Volgan watched as the first landing wedge on the holographic tactical board went out completely within a short hour.

He repeatedly replayed the blurry images transmitted from the front lines: unarmored infantry running faster than armored vehicles, heavily armored behemoths smashing the knees of war dogs, and elite white-armored soldiers even more ferocious than millennia-old veterans.

"This is not any active-duty army of the Empire..."

A flicker of horror crossed Volgan's single eye. "This could be some kind of genetic weapon from the Old Night era that the Empire has hidden away."

On the main planet Agrippina, on the ruins of the first landing wedge.

Acid rain was still falling from the sky.

Lawson stood atop the completely shattered Chaos Altar, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

A hundred elite White Tiger warriors stood in formation behind him, untouched by blood. Bear Guards dragged the heavy metal head of the Chaos Warhound with iron chains. Tens of thousands of Thunder Death Soldier soldiers stood on the trenches, like a silent forest of steel.

Lawson glanced at the newly marked red area in the wartime central command – the second landing wedge.

"Continue to move forward."

Agrippina Main Star, Iron Warriors Frontline Tactical Thinker Array.

On a data board covered in dirt and engine oil, cold, fluorescent green characters are scrolling.

[Day 1: The first landing wedge encountered a large-scale enemy infantry counterattack. The defensive line was breached from the front. Enemy infantry ignored heavy artillery fire, their kinetic energy exceeding limits.]

Day Two: The second landing wedge line collapsed. Enemy unarmored infantry stormed into the trenches, and our heavy infantry were dismembered by hand. The trenches became blood-soaked ravines.

[Day 4: The third landing wedge heavy artillery position lost contact. The Agrippina surface railgun achieved microsecond-level fire coordination with the enemy's heavily armored forces, and Bunker No. 3 was completely destroyed.]

[Day Six: The Slaughterer Demon Engine swarm launched a counter-charge, encountering a four-meter-tall heavily armored behemoth. The charge failed to breach its defenses; instead, the behemoth was physically slammed into the earth's crust by its giant hammer, resulting in total destruction.]

[Day 8: Our Chaos Knight mech formation deployed a molten fire net, and five "rebellious" Knight mechs painted with Imperial double-headed eagles smashed through our formation from the flank.]

[Day 10: The anti-powered armored killing formation is deployed. The enemy did not fall for it; 5,000 infantrymen infiltrated the rear from the underground coolant maintenance layer, and the ambush position was wiped out.]

[Day Fourteen...]

At this point in the record, the originally rigorous tactical review has completely disappeared, leaving only a brief interruption in the code.

[Position No. 4 has lost contact.]

[Fire control node number five has disappeared.]

All heavy units wiped out.

[Assessment Conclusion: Unstoppable.]

Five of the six chaotic landing wedges on the surface of Agrippina were forcibly removed in just fourteen days.

Lawson didn't rely on any clever surprise attacks; he simply used the purest form of frontal assault, enduring the cannon fire of the Iron Warriors, step by step crushing these top-tier siege veterans of the galaxy until they had to admit defeat and the surface had fallen.

Agrippina's outer orbit, deep within the debris field of the abandoned space station.

An eight-kilometer-long steel warrior combat barge hovers silently in a cloud of polluted metal.

Deep within the bridge, the war blacksmith Barak Volgan sat on his massive iron cage throne.

On the holographic tactical map, the red wedges representing the Iron Warriors are being extinguished one by one.

"The surface has been lost."

The Dark Mechanicus Archsage, who was standing to the side, stepped forward: "My lord, the enemy's fire control network and infantry attrition ratio have exceeded our ammunition reserves. I suggest immediately recovering the remnants of the Sixth Landing Wedge, and having the fleet leave near-Earth orbit and enter subspace to evacuate."