Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Xiong Weikang Line.

White Tiger Cleansing.

The same process has been repeated tens of thousands of times without ever making a mistake.

Today, the gear got stuck.

"Fire control array, fire."

T-001 issued the instruction.

Behind position number 37, three heavy railguns roared.

The massive projectile tears through the air at sub-light speed.

Normally, these three bullets would have accurately struck the center of the Black Legion's assault company.

But this time, the bullet landed three seconds early.

The Black Legion's charge formation paused strangely at that very moment.

Three bullets, enough to destroy a Titan, slammed into the open ground, just past their front row, kicking up clouds of rusty dust.

A slight fluctuation appeared in the data stream of T-001.

"The target was not destroyed."

"Refill".

At the front of the defensive line, the Black Legion Terminator began to accelerate.

According to the tactical model, the Void Shield generator on the defensive line will complete its overload deflection 0.1 seconds before the Terminator fires.

However, the Void Shield energy field was delayed by two seconds when it deployed.

Just those two seconds.

The Black Legion Terminator's rotary assault gun and hot melt gun opened fire.

The high-energy beam and explosive bomb penetrated the gaps in the void shield that had not yet closed, and slammed into the Bear Guard Tower Shield.

The Bear Guard Tower Shield can withstand physical impacts.

However, when faced with concentrated heat from a pre-predicted angle, the force field generator was instantly burned out.

The Black Legion Terminator slammed into the Bear Guard lines like a heavy hammer.

The Xiongwei defense line was breached for the first time.

It was neither crushed by overwhelming firepower nor defeated by stronger melee combat power.

Instead, it was torn apart by a disgusting, almost absurd, "wrong timing."

The Terminator's power claw pierced the bear guard's chest.

In just ten minutes, thirteen Xiong Wei and nearly a hundred Thunder Warriors were killed.

The system's barracks were immediately replenished with personnel.

But a gap has already formed in the defense line.

The army of chaos surged in like a tidal wave.

Position No. 37 is 15 kilometers away.

An abandoned watchtower suspended in mid-air.

Four wizards from the Thousand Sons Legion, clad in blue and gold robes, stood there.

The leading high-ranking wizard held a staff inlaid with rubies.

"Their mechanically precise command system is their Achilles' heel."

The high-ranking wizard's voice echoed in his companions' minds through the psionic network.

"Foresee their future, and then apply a very small time misalignment."

"A shot fired three seconds in advance."

"Shield delayed by two seconds."

"Enough to make this rigid war machine collapse on its own."

Several Thousand Sons Wizards chuckled softly.

In their view, no matter how strong Agrippina's defenses were, they were merely a physical construct.

Steel, fire control, ammunition, and swarm coordination.

It sounds wonderful.

But in the face of the manipulation of time and fate in the subspace, all physical laws can be deceived.

"Expand the scope of psionic interference."

The high-ranking wizard gave the order.

"Sever the fire control network in that area and allow the Black Legion to break through completely."

The wizards began to chant.

Vast subspace energy gathered around, turning the sky an eerie purplish-red.

Just as they were preparing to unleash an even larger-scale spacetime distortion—

Suddenly, an absolute blank space appeared in my psychic vision.

The high-ranking wizard was taken aback.

He attempted to see the future trajectory of Site 37 through the lens of subspace.

Nothing at all.

The oracle link is as if it has been abruptly severed by an invisible physical wall.

"what happened?"

The light at the tip of the staff flickered intermittently.

He looked up.

A figure, with its silver, living metal wings spread out, hovered above position number thirty-seven.

Lawson.

He looked coldly at the watchtower from fifteen kilometers away.

The surrounding space was slightly distorted.

Lawson extended his right hand and pointed at them.

The intrinsic spiritual energy of 80 million nodes converges at this moment.

In the Thousand Sons Wizard's psychic vision, the white noise sea expanded instantly, directly enveloping the four of them.

The high-ranking wizard was horrified to discover that his connection to the warp had been forcibly severed.

There is no subspace energy available for borrowing in the surrounding environment.

It's like a fish suddenly being thrown into a vacuum.

"Attack him!"

The high-ranking wizard roared.

He drained the last of his spiritual energy and unleashed a thick purple lightning bolt that struck Losen directly.

The other three wizards simultaneously unleashed warp flames.

Lawson was suspended in the air.

A transparent shield appeared in front of him.

Purple lightning and flames struck, like water droplets falling into a sponge.

There was no reaction worth including in the battle report.

The Thousand Sons Wizard's proudest destruction magic didn't even touch a hair on Lawson's head.

The high-level wizard's prophecy link began to drop frames erratically.

For the first time, he realized that he wasn't blind to the future.

The man floating in the air before them was not part of their future model at all.

He is like a physical black hole that exists independently of the laws of subspace.

Lawson spoke.

"Playing with time?"

The sound reached their ears through battlefield broadcasts.

He waved his left hand.

One hundred and eight supersonic shadow wheels, imbued with imperial golden flames, flew out.

Fifteen kilometers.

For the supersonic flying blade, it was just a fleeting moment.

"Raise the shield!" the high-ranking wizard shouted.

It's too late!!!

One hundred and eight shadow wheels transformed into a silver storm, directly shredding the watchtower's supporting structure.

Four wizards with a thousand sons were cut into hundreds of pieces in mid-air.

The imperial golden flames burned on the minced flesh, completely blocking the possibility of the soul escaping back to the warp.

A system notification sounded in Lawson's mind.

[Slay the high-ranking Thousand-Child Wizard.]

[The soul is captured.]

[Gain knowledge of psionic tactics, the principles of warp interference, and the analysis of prophetic links...]