Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A massive hellblade, nearly two meters long and wreathed in white spirit fire, shot towards us from thirty meters away in the form of a javelin.

The air in the path of that demonic weapon was scorched into a vacuum by the spiritual fire.

Number 3 made his judgment in the last 0.3 seconds. He slightly adjusted the angle of the muzzle of the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon and aimed it at the flying giant blade.

"Da da da da!"

Metal bullets and flying hellblades meet in mid-air.

Dozens of large-caliber munitions struck the flying blade in less than 0.2 seconds.

The collision of kinetic energy caused a slight but crucial deviation in the blade's trajectory. It grazed the right edge of the maintenance platform and slammed into the wall behind it, scorching a two-meter-wide charred hole in the metal wall with the spirit fire.

If the deviation were just two centimeters smaller, the knife would have hit the gun barrel of the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon directly.

"Keep fighting!"

The multi-barreled rapid-fire cannon was once again aimed at the Khorne Pioneer, who had lost his right-hand weapon.

This time, Number 3 adjusted his shooting strategy, focusing on his left knee joint, which had been cracked by the slingshot earlier.

All firepower was concentrated on a single, already damaged point.

A concentrated shot lasting three seconds.

Two hundred rounds of ammunition hit the same fist-sized damaged area.

The Khwarazmian pioneer's left knee was completely destroyed in those three seconds.

The shell shattered, and the joints were crushed.

The thick, hydraulically-like left leg snapped off at the knee, and the Khorne Progenitor lost its support, collapsing violently to the left.

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Chapter 37 Trading Life for Resources

The impact of the four-meter-tall demon's body crashing onto the metal floor caused the entire maintenance platform to shake.

But it is not dead yet.

It braced itself on the ground with its left hand, trying to stand up again with its broken left leg and intact right leg.

The fifteen men in Group 4 opened fire simultaneously.

Crossfire from 120 meters away.

Fifteen explosive shells struck the right side of the Khorne Herald's waist, where the armor's seam was exposed due to its sideways position.

The bomb detonated in the gap.

The Khorne Forerunner let out a deafening howl.

Number 3 aimed the muzzle of the rapid-fire cannon at the exposed waist wound of the Khorne Pioneer.

Concentrated firing.

"Da da da da da da da..."

More than 260 rounds of ammunition were poured into that fist-sized wound.

The torso of the Khorne Progenitor began to crack from the wound, and dark red carapace fragments flew in all directions. The internal structures, which resembled solidified magma, surged out a pungent wave of sulfurous heat after being shredded by the barrage of bullets.

It finally collapsed.

The two flames within the massive, twisted bull skull suddenly surged at the last second, then abruptly went out.

The materialized body of the Khorne Progenitor began to decompose at an accelerated rate, much slower than that of the Vampire, because the energy density of the subspace that sustained its existence in the real world was far higher than that of a lower-ranking demon.

The soul energy has been intercepted and purified.

[Subspace Energy +120.]

One Khorne Pioneer is worth ten Vampires.

When Lawson saw the number in the outpost, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The fall of Khorne's forerunner sparked a true frenzy within the demonic legions.

The pioneers of Khorne were not cannon fodder.

They are Khorne's elite warriors, the most loyal servants of the Blood God, and high-level demonic entities formed over millions of years of carnage in the Warp.

The permanent demise of a Khorne Forerunner's soul is tantamount to tearing an irreparable wound in Khorne's pool of blood.

"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

A unified battle cry erupted simultaneously from the mouths of all the demons.

Then they all rushed over together.

A dark red wave surged simultaneously from all directions of the passage towards the two ambush points.

Iron-Tooth Gluck's greenskin army was completely left behind.

The maintenance platform on the 3rd was subjected to a barrage of attacks.

Demons surged in from the front, climbed up from the sides, and seeped out from the cracks in the ceiling.

The multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon opened fire again at full power.

"Da da da da da da da da da da..."

Continuous firing.

The barrage of bullets carved bloody paths through the demon horde, with several small demons and one or two vampires shattering and disintegrating within the barrage every second.

But more demons followed.

When the ammunition box was empty, a suicide soldier retrieved a new ammunition box from the armory and replaced it.

The reload time is less than five seconds.

But during that five-second lull in the firepower, the three vampires rushed to the bottom of the platform and began to climb.

"Grenade!"

Four grenades were thrown from the edge of the platform.

The explosion knocked two vampires off the wall, but the third clung tightly to the metal surface, one of its claws gripping the edge of the platform.

Number 47 chopped down on that claw.

Dark red demon blood splattered all over his hand.

The vampire roared, and the pierced claw loosened its grip.

It fell four meters and crashed onto the pile of corpses below, but it stood up almost immediately, ready to climb again.

The multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon has been reloaded and is firing again.

The barrage of bullets spread through the passage again, shattering the vampire who had just stood up into pieces.

[Subspace Energy +12]

Group 4 is also under heavy attack.

The crane operator's cabin was more vulnerable than the maintenance platform; its thin steel exterior was like paper against the vampire's hellish blade.

A vampire's hellblade pierced through the outer wall of the control room from the side, and the spirit fire burned a widening hole around the point of penetration.

Number 4 immediately made the judgment that this position could not be held.

"Abandon the operations compartment! Move all weapons and ammunition to Platform 3!"

Fifteen suicide soldiers filed out of the control room and moved along a pre-designated evacuation route to the maintenance platform at No. 3.

During the retreat, No. 36 was at the rear.

He fired his shotgun at the pursuing vampire, three of which hit its face and neck.

A little devil slipped into the pipe through some crack.

Its sharp teeth bit into the ankle of number 36.

Number 36 bent down and cleaved the little devil's head off with a single stroke.

The two groups merged, totaling thirty-one people.

Everyone is gathered on one platform.

More than twenty bomb guns and laser guns unleashed their firepower from all directions of the platform, coupled with the continuous barrage from the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannons, forming a 360-degree fire circle with no blind spots.

The magazine is empty; get a new one from the armory.

The barrel is overheating; get a new one from the armory.

They ran out of grenades and replenished them from the armory.

As long as No. 6 has supplies in the armory at the rear, the soldiers at the front will never run out of food.

The dozens of boxes of ammunition looted from the Iron Fang tribe's camp are being consumed at a frantic rate.

But Lawson didn't care.

These munitions were originally prepared for this kind of scenario.

The resource numbers on the system panel were jumping at an almost insane speed.

[Subspace Energy +12]

[Subspace Energy +12]

[Life Points +7]

[Subspace Energy +45]

[Life Points +7]

[Subspace Energy +12]

Demons fell, disintegrated, and vanished in droves amidst the barrage of fire.

But deeper within the wrecked ship, in those areas most severely infiltrated by the subspace, even more demons are being continuously projected into the real world.

The projection volume is accelerating.