Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Fresh blood gushed out.

Karon knelt down.

The joints of his limbs were broken by Xiong Wei's giant hammer.

His spine was fractured by a severe blow.

The butcher's nail was still exploding wildly in his mind.

He was still laughing.

"That's it..."

He coughed up blood.

That makes sense.

Xiong Er looked down at him.

"It's quite durable."

Xiong Da said, "Stop talking nonsense, capture him alive."

"Oh."

Xiong Er smashed a hammer into the back of Kalon's head, finally silencing him.

The battle is over.

The wasteland was filled with the strong smell of blood, burning engine oil, and the acrid stench of melted metal.

Eight hundred Chaos Space Marines, the Devourers of Worlds, were completely wiped out.

Of the twelve thousand slave soldiers, not one survived.

All twelve Hell Beasts were destroyed.

Seventy-two men under Lawson's command were killed in action.

This is the price to pay.

Inevitable, but acceptable.

Lawson descended from the watchtower and stepped onto the battlefield.

"clean."

T-001 led tens of thousands of Keystone Order suicide soldiers into the battlefield.

The corpse of a World Eater was turned over.

The plasma cutting gun precisely cut through the power armor's latches, and the blood-stained ceramic steel armor plates were removed piece by piece.

This is a strategic resource.

Subsequently, the assassin used a special extractor to smash open the World Eater's chest cavity.

High-concentration acid was injected into the pleural cavity to completely destroy the mutated internal organs and chaotic contaminated tissues.

The chainsaw axe and the bomb gun were collected.

Blessed weapons engraved with Khorne runes were stacked separately.

These weapons are imbued with bloodthirsty warp energy; they cannot be used directly, but they can be purified, disassembled, and reforged.

The assassins threw them into the armory space.

The most precious items were the seventy Terminator armor sets.

Although most of them were dented and pitted by the bear guards, some helmets were even dented into iron bowls.

But it can be repaired.

If it can be repaired, it can become something of Lawson.

Report after T-001 scan complete:

"It is estimated that 52 Terminator heavy armors can be repaired. The remaining 18 can be disassembled for spare parts. 637 ordinary power armors can be recovered. The remains of the Hellbeasts can be used to extract adamantite, hell brass, and the core contaminated by the Demon Engine."

Lawson looked at the red armor wreckage scattered all over the ground.

"Where is Kalon?"

Xiong Da dragged over the World Devourer War Gang leader, whose limbs were twisted and whose spine was broken.

Kalon is not dead yet.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lawson.

"mortal……"

Chapter 166 A bunch of useless trash, is there anyone who can fight?

Lawson crouched down and looked at the Khorne rune on his chest.

"Don't you guys have any other opening lines?"

Caron grinned, and blood gushed from between his metal teeth.

"The Blood God Society—"

Lawson slapped him on the side of his helmet.

With a loud bang.

Caron's words were cut off.

in space.

The two captured Killer-class cruisers have been shut down.

After the T-series mechanical suicide soldiers took over the ship, their first task was not to count the spoils of war, but to drag all the blood slaves who were still howling inside the ship out of the ventilation shafts, ammunition depots and sewage pipes. Those who could be interrogated were interrogated, and those who could not be interrogated were thrown directly into the incinerator.

The traction beam is activated.

The massive Chaos warship was being dragged little by little toward the dark side of Agrippina's main star.

The massive underground dock there had long been emptied.

Bloodstains, bone spurs, Khorne runes, and warp remnants will all be dismantled, burned, cleaned, and then reassembled into Lawson's war machine.

Surface battlefield.

Caron was being held by two bear guards and made to kneel in the mud mixed with blood and engine oil.

His limbs hung limply, and all his joints were smashed.

The Terminator armor's chest cracked open, its internal organs slowly bleeding inside, while the Butcher's Nail continued to frantically stimulate his nerves on the verge of death, stubbornly keeping this nearly destroyed body conscious.

“Establish a full-band array.”

In a swarm network, commands are issued.

Deep within the main planet Agrippina, the global communication tower complex that forged the temple simultaneously lit up with a blinding blue light.

A powerful signal, ignoring the obstruction of the subspace storm, spread once again from Agrippina's center throughout the Milky Way galaxy.

This is Lawson's stage.

He reached out and grabbed the bone spikes on Caron's helmet, forcibly lifting his head.

The fractured cervical vertebrae were aggravated.

Kalon let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

The scream was amplified by the full-band broadcast, instantly slamming into every listening terminal of the Empire and Chaos.

Lawson's voice then rang out.

"Idiot, give me your number."

Kalon spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lawson.

"You lackey of the false emperor... Blood God will stuff your skull... into the very bottom of the brass throne!"

He was panting like a wrecked engine.

"I will...eat your heart!"

After saying that, he used his last bit of strength to bite forward, trying to bite off Lawson's finger.

Lawson loosened his helmet.

A wisp of pure golden flame leaped from the tip of his index finger.

The moment the flames appeared, the Khorne runes on the Kalon armor sizzled and burned, like insects being branded with a hot iron.

Caron was still laughing.

The next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Lawson flicked his finger.

The golden flame, like a thin needle, precisely pierced the Butcher's Nail cannula in the back of Kalon's head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Kalon's roar instantly changed tone.

The extreme pain of having one's soul forcibly purified and its corruption stripped away layer by layer.

To a fanatical believer who embraces chaos for millennia, the Imperial Golden Flame is not fire.

It strips away his beliefs, pleasures, bloodlust, and the blessing of the Blood God.

The electrical signal of the Butcher's Nail completely collapsed under the scorching heat of the golden flames.

Caron's cerebral cortex was boiled on both a physical and spiritual level.

"Report the unit number."

Kalon struggled frantically.