Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Vampire, a low-ranking demon warrior of Khorne.

From Number 3's perspective, the first vampire is torn out of the right wall.

Its entire body was covered with a layer of dark red skin, which looked more like a layer of charred muscle tissue. The surface was covered with cracks, and a dim orange-red light seeped through the cracks.

Two curved, massive horns extended upwards from either side of his forehead, and dark red flames burned in his hollow eye sockets.

It held a blade of hell in its hand.

A dark red, inextinguishable flame burns on the blade, a flame capable not only of cutting through matter but also of tearing apart souls. The souls of creatures slain by it are absorbed by the blade, condemned to eternal damnation in Khorne's pool of blood.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

The vampires let out a unified war cry.

The roar, mixed with the terrifying pressure of the subspace, was too much for the souls of the dozen or so demons at the front to withstand. They screamed and bled from their seven orifices, collapsing limply as if their bones had been removed.

But the response from the six thousand green-skinned soldiers was equally earth-shattering.

"WAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The two forces collided head-on in the passage.

The first encounter was one of carnage.

A vampire's hellblade swept across, effortlessly cleaving through the two orc boys charging at the front.

The two orc boys were cut in half diagonally from their left shoulders to their right waists, and dark red spirit fire burned at the edges of the wounds, continuously scorching the surrounding tissue into charcoal.

But the other three orc boys, with their severed limbs and broken arms, had already rushed up to the vampire.

One of them roared and slashed the vampire hard on the shoulder.

The green-skinned creature's terrifying muscle strength allowed the rough machete to slice through the demon's dark red skin, and scalding demon blood splattered out.

The demon, in a frenzy, swung the Hellblade backhand, slicing off the orc boy's head along with half a shoulder.

But the orcs have an absolute number.

When a dozen orc lads recklessly pounced on a vampire, the combined brute force of the greenskins instantly pinned the demon to the ground, and countless rusty machetes pounded into its body like meat.

"Get out of my way, all of you!!"

A massive Norber, like a heavy tank, smashed through the boys' encirclement, stepping on the chest of a vampire and raising his rugged, giant power machete high.

The dynamic field tore through the air and cleaved down with all its might.

With a flash of energy field destroying matter, the vampire's materialized body, along with its arm that it was trying to block, was inevitably split in two.

Before the demon could even struggle any further, its body, split in two, began to collapse and disintegrate within seconds, turning into a surging mass of dark red energy remnants, which were then drawn back into the warp by some unseen force.

The chaos on the battlefield continues to escalate.

Amidst this chaos, the trailing forces led by Number 3 and Number 4 located their position.

The twenty assassins were divided into four five-man shooting teams, each occupying a different angle.

They don't target groups.

They only attacked the orc lads who were crippled and half-dead in the melee, and the wounded bloodletters who escaped from the edge of the battlefield.

"boom!"

The first explosive shell accurately hit an orc boy who was crawling on the ground trying to get back to the orc lines from 150 meters away.

The bomb exploded inside its skull, ending its final struggle.

The system notification was transmitted to Lawson's mind almost simultaneously.

[Life Points +7]

Immediately afterwards, Number 4 locked onto a vampire that was retreating from the flank of the battlefield.

Its left arm had been severed in half by Norber's power blade, and dark red demon blood was gushing out from the cut.

Three explosive shells struck its torso simultaneously.

The mass reaction bomb exploded inside the vampire's body.

The effect was far less significant than when fighting orcs.

The demon's body does not completely follow the physical laws of the material world; the shockwave from the bomb was mostly absorbed by that dark red skin.

The combined penetrating power of the three shots still blasted a fist-sized hole in its chest cavity.

The vampire let out an angry roar and turned to look in the direction of the shooting.

Without hesitation, number 3 fired the fourth and fifth shots.

Two explosive shells hit its head, one after the other.

The first shot shattered its left corner, and the second shot pierced its hollow eye socket.

The vampire's entire head disintegrated in a dark red flash.

The headless body swayed in place for two seconds, then began to decompose rapidly and completely dissipate.

A notification popped up on Lawson's system panel that cheered him up:

[A warp entity (Vampire/Khorne Lesser Demon) has been detected and killed.]

The soul energy has been intercepted and purified.

[Subspace Energy +12.]

A vampire gives 12 points of subspace energy.

It's twelve times higher than the little devil's 1 point.

Lawson's lips curled up slightly.

The following troops continued to calmly carry out their sniping missions on the edge of the battlefield.

Every few tens of seconds, the system will pop up a notification that new resources have been credited.

[Life Points +7]

[Subspace Energy +12]

[Life Points +7]

[Life Points +25]

That was Norbert, who was crippled by the vampires and then finished off with a gunshot.

[Subspace Energy +12]

[Life Points +7]

[Subspace Energy +12]

The beeping sounds were incessant, like a gambling machine constantly spitting out coins.

Lawson was very satisfied.

The tactical execution of the following troops was flawless.

They always maintained a safe distance of 100 to 200 meters, only engaging lone or seriously wounded targets, and never exposed themselves to the main battlefield.

The orcs and demons were too busy fighting each other to pay attention to the occasional gunshots that rang out from the flanks in the distance.

Money is being sent over there continuously.

It's time to get started here.

Chapter 33: The Iron Fang Tribe's Stronghold Was Destroyed (Third Update)

Lawson turned his attention back to the direction of the camp.

"Little wrench."

"Here! Big Shrimp Boss!" Little Wrench poked half his head out from behind Number 1's legs.

“Come here.” Lawson pointed to the nearest metal bulkhead. “Can you use a knocking signal to lure the orc lads out of the camp?”

The little wrench blinked its big eyes.

"Lure them out?"

“Yes, send a false signal to make the orcs in the camp think there’s something worth coming out to see outside.”

The little wrench tilted its head and thought for a while.

Then its mouth opened, revealing a row of tiny, sharp teeth.

That smile contained a pure, morally unburdened malice that only green-skinned people possess.

"Little Wrench knows how to pull it!"

It picked up a dismantled metal pipe from the ground and ran quickly to the nearest bulkhead.

Then it began to tap the metal pipe at a very specific rhythm.

"Thump...thump thump...thump thump thump...thump..."

"Thump thump... thump... thump thump thump..."

Lawson couldn't understand the codes, but judging from the gloating smile on the little wrench's lips, the message it was sending was probably not a polite one.

Sure enough, it took less than three minutes.

From the perspective of the scouts, Lawson saw a disturbance at the entrance on the north side of the camp.

A group of orc lads shoved and jostled as they poured out of the camp.

Behind him followed hundreds of screaming farts.

The green tide surged into the trap zone that Lawson had set up.

"Three...two...one".

"Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

Six directional mines and four tripwire grenades detonated almost simultaneously.