Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The space war is over.

Two ships were captured.

One ship was destroyed.

The World Eater fleet was completely wiped out in less than an hour.

On the surface, the battle continues to draw closer to the Temple of Forging.

On the surface of Agrippina, the outer perimeter of the Forged Temple is 150 kilometers.

Charon cleaved the blocking machine servant in two with a single axe stroke.

Brass battle axes are embedded in metal tracks.

He pulled hard, and engine oil gushed out, spraying all over his arm.

They have carved a bloody path through the ironclad defenses.

The Butcher's Nail provided a brief moment of satisfaction, and Caron's mind was in a state of near-intoxicated euphoria.

Until the sky darkened slightly.

The war gang communications officer, carrying a heavy oracle and a subspace communications matrix, stumbled and ran to Kalon's side.

"Lord."

Caron didn't turn around.

"explain."

"The fleet signal has disappeared. All channels. The Blood Drinker, the Skullbreaker, and the Skinner have all lost warp feedback."

The communications officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood.

"We cannot call in orbital fire, nor can we evacuate."

Loss of the fleet.

This means that these more than 10,000 World Devourers have become completely isolated.

There were no supplies.

There is no escape route.

On this metallic planet teeming with enemies, this is a military dead end.

Several World Eater veterans gripped their chainsaw axes, letting out low growls as if they were looking for something to chop.

Kalon stopped in his tracks.

He looked up at the sky.

A fiery meteor streaked across the edge of the clouds.

The butcher's nail once again drove the electric current into his brain.

Caron laughed.

A mouthful of sharp metal teeth was exposed.

"it is good."

The communications officer was stunned.

Kalon looked towards the distant horizon.

The towering spires of the Forged Temple resembled a bone spur piercing the iron-gray sky.

There, he sensed prey that was truly worth killing.

It is not these machine servants who have no sense of pain.

Instead, it is an enemy with warm blood, that screams, that struggles, and that has a skull.

"No one can call us back now."

Charon pulled the chainsaw axe embedded in the wreckage of the servant and pressed the activation rune.

The axe teeth whistled, flinging the bits of meat attached to it into the air.

He pointed the tip of his axe at the temple being built.

"Charge forward!"

The wind on the plains seemed to have been cut off.

The rusty dust that rose up hung in the air, obscuring Agrippina's artificial skylight.

150 kilometers.

For the World Eater charging at full speed, it was just a short journey filled with engine roars, panting, and the smell of blood.

Kalon charged ahead.

Eight hundred World Eater Space Marines followed closely behind.

The outer perimeter was occupied by twelve thousand completely insane slave soldiers.

The twelve hell beasts rampaged through the formation, crushing the blood slaves that were not yet fully dead along the way.

The highest observation deck of the temple was forged.

Lawson looked down at the red and black tide surging on the horizon.

"Formation deployed."

On the metal wasteland, the three major combat sequences meshed together like precision gears.

Directly ahead, the White Tiger Battle Group.

A thousand heavily armored Thunder Warriors slammed a 30-centimeter-thick ceramic steel storm shield into the ground.

The rear-row assassins mounted the Suppressor Storm Bomb Gun on the firing port.

On both flanks, the Crimson Dragon Battle Group.

Two thousand Thunder Death Knights abandoned their heavy shields and replaced them with chainsaw swords, plasma guns, and short-range thermal fusion weapons.

Their task is not to tough it out.

It refers to maneuvering, penetration, and cutting.

Rear positions, Xiongwei Brigade.

Six thousand heavily armored behemoths, gripping tower shields and powered hammers, waited in silence.

They are the final scapegoat.

Three kilometers.

Two kilometers.

One kilometer.

The White Tiger battle group's lines erupted in a thunderous roar.

A thousand Suppressor Storm Bomb Guns fired simultaneously.

The adaptive rifling imparts extremely high spin to the explosive projectiles at long range, tearing through the air like a metal storm and slamming into the World Eater's charging formation.

The slave soldiers at the forefront fell like stalks of wheat that had been cut down.

Limbs, severed arms, spines, and teeth tumbled in a mist of blood.

But the World Devourer did not slow down.

The slave soldiers filled the bomb craters with corpses.

The Space Marines continued their frantic run, stepping over the corpses of slave soldiers and braving the barrage of explosives.

Several World Eaters charging ahead were pierced through the chest by the armor-piercing jets of the Suppressor's Bomb, but the Butcher's Nails shielded them from the pain. Relying on muscle memory, they charged forward for another dozen meters before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

500 meters.

The Crimson Dragons have moved.

They cut out at high speed from both flanks.

Ignoring the World Eater veterans charging head-on, they were like two red-hot scalpels, precisely cutting into the flank and rear of the World Eater formation.

The plasma gun emitted a blue light cluster at close range.

The chainsaw sword drew two deathly vacuums through the enemy ranks.

Their goal was very clear:

Sever the connection between the slave soldiers and the Chaos Space Marines.

Remove the cannon fodder.

Isolated main force.

The World Eaters' formation was stretched and torn apart.

But Karon didn't care about the lives of the slave soldiers behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the White Tiger Shield Wall directly in front of him.

"Smash them!"

Kalon roars.

Eight hundred World Devourers slammed into the shield wall of the White Tiger Battle Group like eight hundred cannonballs.

Pure mass and kinetic energy collide at this moment.

The grating sound of the distorted ceramic steel echoed across the wasteland.

The White Tiger assassins' boots plowed deep furrows into the rusty earth.

The chainsaw axe slashed wildly at the storm shield, showering sparks like rain.

Behind the Storm Shield, the White Tiger assassin pressed the muzzle of the Suppressor Bomb Gun directly against the Devourer's abdominal armor and pulled the trigger.

Zero-distance armor-piercing explosion.

Several World Devourers had their internal organs ripped open by the explosion, and their filthy blood sprayed onto the goggles of the White Tiger Death Soldier.