Warhammer: Empire Reboot

[The soul is captured.]

[Acquired: 13 Web Fragments/Space Fragments.]

In this plaza, for every Durukari killed, the system will drop 1 to 13 points of Netway/Space Fragment, depending on the killer's strength.

Lawson has not yet studied what these fragments can be used for.

On the ever-changing battlefield, collecting spoils of war is a post-battle affair.

The task now is to clear the area.

The battle lasted less than half an hour.

The proud Durucali raiding force was completely annihilated.

Those Dark Eldar facing death in their final moments had faces filled with utter despair.

For Durucali, death meant his soul falling into the hands of Slaanesh.

That would be the ultimate torture, ten thousand times more painful and terrifying than what I'm experiencing now.

They spent their entire lives trying to escape this fate.

But when the system forcibly intercepts the souls and obliterates them into pure subspace energy, the extreme despair at the moment of the soul's demise strangely transforms into a sense of relief.

Being eaten is better than being tormented by Slaanesh for ten thousand years.

This was their last solace.

The square was piled high with wreckage.

The assassins began cleaning up the battlefield.

T-001 walked to the side of the Rossen command post.

"Report on the results of the battle."

"Annihilate the enemy forces."

"Forty-two Durucali raiding boats, fifteen Razorwing jet fighters, and seventy-six Hellbikes and jet motorcycles were captured."

"A large number of dark matter weapons and network positioning devices were seized and are well preserved."

Lawson stared at the sleek, alien-tech-sounding jet motorcycle wrecks on the screen.

The Thunder Death Squad infantry has a mobility speed of 75 kilometers per hour.

That sounds fast enough.

But it's not enough for battles fought on vast plains and requiring rapid infiltration.

He needs rapid-fire vehicles belonging to his own army.

“Send these black bean sprout toys to the laboratory.”

Lawson pointed to Hellbust on the screen.

"Reverse engineering the propulsion system and engine structure."

"I want you to develop a space motorcycle that belongs to our legion."

"It must be able to adapt to the body size of heavily armored infantry."

"The firepower must be intense."

Record T-001.

"name?"

Lawson thought for a moment.

"Call the debt collectors first."

T-001 paused for half a second.

"Targeting Durukari?"

"Targeting all those fast-running, deserving-a-beating creatures."

"clear."

……

Agrippina's war was no longer a simple offensive and defensive battle on a single front.

This is a multi-dimensional, galaxy-scale carnage.

Stimulated by the full-band broadcast, various chaotic forces simultaneously crashed into this metallic war star from different orbital dimensions.

Four directions.

Four vastly different major battles were launched simultaneously.

Eastern Hemisphere, Third Industrial Zone.

The sky was dyed a sickly pinkish-purple.

The Seneca noise fleet broke through the outer air defense network, dropping hundreds and thousands of airdrop pods between abandoned alloy factories.

The hatch popped open.

The soldiers who emerged were not fanatical melee fighters.

Instead, they were a group of imperial sons clad in pink and black power armor.

Noise Marin.

Their weapons were not bomb guns or chainsaw swords.

Instead, it is a sonic weapon installed in the chest, arms, and back.

Destructive microwave cannon.

Doomsday Siren.

There are also some things that simply cannot be properly named by Imperial Armaments.

Slaanesh's methods of attack are extremely bizarre.

They do not pursue mere physical penetration.

They crave sensory overload.

Hundreds of noise-generating marlin pulled the trigger simultaneously.

Visible ripples of distorted sound waves spread through the air.

In the case of a regular Astral Army defense line, the moment the sound waves made contact, the soldiers' eardrums would burst, and their brains would be turned into mush by the extreme high and low frequency signals.

The seductive whispers of subspace mixed in with sound waves can drive the weak-willed to madness, causing them to tear at their own flesh in pursuit of thrills.

This is a pollution of morale, senses, and spirit.

But this tactic ran into an impenetrable wall.

The defense line is manned by 20,000 Cornerstone Order suicide soldiers and 500 elite White Tiger Legion soldiers.

When the Seneca noise weapon fired, Lawson gave only one order from the control room.

"Turn off individual sensory redundancy."

"Sever the auditory nerve processing center."

In the brains of more than 20,000 suicide soldiers, the cortex responsible for processing sound, pain, and emotions was instantly shut down.

They are completely immune to temptation.

Those sound waves that would have caused Space Marines to hallucinate were simply converted into a string of quantifiable physical frequency data within the Dead Man's bioelectric field network.

The assassin, braving the sonic boom powerful enough to shatter concrete, steadily raised his gun and returned fire.

In the control room, T-001 stood beside Lawson, with eight servo robotic arms operating at high speed.

"The target sound wave spectrum has been analyzed."

"The frequencies are concentrated in the 30,000 to 50,000 Hz high frequency band and infrasound band."

"Calculating the wavelength of the antiphase interference."

Ten minutes later.

The underground ordnance production line directly modified the explosive charge formula based on the data transmitted by T-001.

A batch of brand-new ammunition was delivered to the White Tiger Regiment's position via a static force field.

[Silent Bomb].

The White Tiger assassin changed to a new magazine and aimed at the Noise Marin that was screaming, ecstatic, and immersed in a sonic frenzy.

"Fire."

Hundreds and thousands of silent bombs were fired into the Slaanesh formation.

The bomb releases high-intensity anti-phase sound waves from its interior.

This sound wave overlaps and cancels out the sound waves released by the noise marlin in the air.

On the battlefield, suddenly, patches of absolute silence appeared.

A noisy Marin, who was reveling in blowing his doomsday siren, suddenly found that his weapon had misfired.

No.

The weapon did not misfire.

The energy is still surging.

The air was still vibrating.

But he couldn't hear.

It's not just that we can't hear the weapons.

The aftershocks of the silent bomb disrupted the hearing sensors inside their helmets.

The sound of gunfire.

Footsteps.