Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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Dragon raised a slender finger and pointed it at the deepest part of the Agrippina Line.

The seventh refugee living area.

According to Durucali's covert reconnaissance, the area is home to Kadian refugees, a medical transit station, and even the residence of the Living Saints and important nodes for assassins mentioned in the intelligence.

In Dragon's mind, no matter how strong the imperial warlords were on the front lines, the places where civilians were settled in the rear were bound to be their weak points.

It's best to tear it.

It is also the easiest way to make people let out a beautiful scream.

"Open up the gaps in the network."

Dragon gave the order.

"Target: Seventh Refugee Zone Square."

He looked down at the hunting ground that was about to unfold.

“I want that warlord named Lawson to know that while he was still commanding those lumps of iron on the front lines, I had already turned his living saint into a plaything and his refugees into Comoros’s food reserves.”

"I want to hear his helpless screams over the phone."

……

Agrippina, Refugee Zone 7.

Deep underground.

The air was filled with the distinctive smell of the residential area.

There were the sounds of babies crying, wounded soldiers groaning in the medical station, and the low hum of metal ventilation pipes running.

Suddenly, the space in the center of the square began to distort violently.

A crack in the net, shimmering with a purplish-black light, silently tore open the curtain of reality.

Amidst a sharp whistling sound, hundreds of Durukari raider speedboats and Hellbikes, painted in dark black and ghastly green and with sharp designs, poured out of the crevice like a swarm of bees.

Then came thousands of Dark Eldar warriors clad in tight-fitting, spiked armor.

Poison Crystal Gun.

Fragmentation rifle.

Curved sword.

Chain hook.

Their eyes gleamed with cruelty and excitement as they prepared to enjoy a one-sided slaughter.

Dragon stood on the flagship's deck, looking down through the gaps in the net channel.

He took a deep breath, preparing to taste the flavor of mortal fear.

What you can inhale is not fear.

It smells like cold engine oil.

There is also some strange metal-synthetic element.

In the square, the refugee mothers holding their babies and the wounded lying on stretchers did not scream or run away when the Dark Eldar charged out.

Dragon's eye twitched.

The next second, the "refugee's" skin cracked open, revealing the mechanical skeleton inside.

The baby's cry is a looping audio signal emitted from an abdominal loudspeaker.

This is not a refugee.

These are tens of thousands of biomimetic heat source decoys meticulously deployed by T-series mechanical assassins.

Dragon's pupils contracted sharply.

"trap."

His reaction was extremely fast.

"retreat!"

But Durucali's pride in his high mobility became a joke at this moment.

A silver light suddenly shone from the edge of the torn mesh.

Four massive metal anchoring devices rose from the ground, quickly attaching themselves to the edge of the fissure and forcibly altering the spatial parameter, refractive index.

The network portal, which could have been closed at any time and left undetected, was now firmly fixed in place by the physical layer.

It was forcibly locked into a one-way output.

You can get in.

can not go out.

The elegance on Dragon's face finally cracked.

At the four exits of the square, six hundred bear guards, each 4.2 meters tall, held up force field tower shields 38 centimeters thick, forming four insurmountable walls that completely blocked the escape routes.

In the ventilation ducts and corridors above, the White Tiger Legion's suicide squad had already set up the Suppressor Storm Bomb Guns, sealing off all the three-dimensional corridors.

The Red Dragon Battle Group's mobile forces cut off any possible retreat routes outside the plaza.

That's not the worst part.

Among the group of "machine servant prisoners" recently captured by the Dark Eldar, one hundred Lurker Legion assassins tore off their disguises.

They opened a portal directly behind the Durukari army.

A steady stream of Thunder Warriors poured out from behind, completing the final encirclement.

Dragon finally understood.

Lawson's response was not impromptu.

He had been waiting for them for a long time.

Durucali's highly mobile raids were transformed into an extremely cruel trap.

"Fire."

A crossfire of heavy explosive grenades from all directions instantly covered the square.

The Dark Eldar warriors attempted to evade using their extraordinary agility.

They moved through complex bunkers, fighting back with poison crystal guns.

Meaningless.

The White Tiger Squadron's fire control network is connected in parallel.

One assassin locks onto the target, while a hundred guns simultaneously cover the predicted trajectory.

A Durucali warrior attempting to leap onto the second-level platform was simultaneously struck by dozens of explosive shells mid-air, his armor ripped apart, and his body exploded into a bloody mist.

The raider speedboat and the Hellbike attempted to break out using the three-dimensional space.

The thrusters are at maximum speed.

They charged toward the top of the Xiongwei Shield Wall.

The high-speed speedboat crashed into the force field tower shield and instantly turned into a burning pile of scrap metal.

The driver was smashed into a bloody pulp by the enormous kinetic energy and plastered onto the shield.

Xiong Wei looked down.

Then he tapped the shield on the ground.

Like shaking off some dirt.

Dragon drew the sword of torment.

He is a veteran who has lived for thousands of years.

He refused to believe that an army of mortals could trap him.

He transformed into a blur and charged towards the bear guard formation.