Warhammer: Empire Reboot

It was as if the other side of the warp was using this passage as a breach, pouring more and more demonic entities into the real world.

the other side.

Lawson has already led the main attack force back to the stronghold.

He had no intention of supporting the thirty-one suicide soldiers on the deep deck.

From the moment he made the decision to send troops to follow the main force into the deep deck, he had already accepted the possibility of losing all personnel.

This is a deal.

They traded the lives of suicide soldiers for resources, for subspace energy that could not be obtained by any other means.

As long as the gains outweigh the losses, then it's a profit.

The current gains have far exceeded his expectations.

Lawson sat atop the gantry crane in the base, watching the numbers constantly changing on the system panel.

Total Life Points Reserve: 6247.

[Total subspace energy reserves: 2389 points.]

Through telepathic communication, Lawson watched the fierce battle between the thirty-one assassins on the repair platform.

The barrel of the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon had turned dark red due to continuous firing.

Number 3 took out cooling fluid from the armory and poured it onto the gun barrel.

The horde of demons continues to pour in.

Chapter 38 Whoever doesn't fight us, we'll take them down!

The first casualty has appeared.

While No. 42 was changing magazines, a Vampire's Hellblade pierced through a gap in the side of the platform.

The blade, burning with spiritual fire, pierced precisely through number 42's chest cavity.

[Death Squad No. 42: Killed in action.]

Number 19 was tackled by three little devils that jumped onto the platform at the same time.

Their sharp teeth and claws tore at his body.

[Death Squad No. 19: Killed in action.]

The third one, the fourth one.

There are too many demons.

Even with unlimited ammunition, casualties are inevitable when facing a continuous siege by a large number of demons.

Every demon slain replenishes Lawson's resource pool with new energy.

For each fallen soldier, one hundred life points can be redeemed.

This is a fair calculation.

Lawson's expression remained unchanged.

In this universe, warmth is not a necessary condition for survival.

Mathematics is the one.

Each death of a suicide soldier costs 100 life points.

Each bloodletter killed grants twelve points of subspace energy.

Each kill of a Khorne Progenitor grants 120 points of Warp Energy.

As long as the kill ratio remains positive, this war of attrition is worth continuing.

The multi-barreled rapid-fire cannon is still roaring.

The bomb gun was still roaring.

The grenade was still exploding.

Ammunition continued to pour out of the armory.

Demons continue to pour in from the warp.

The world below deck 150 has become a reflection of hell.

Twenty-seven assassins—no, now only twenty-three remain.

Number 3 stood behind the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon, his hands firmly gripping the control handles on both sides of the gun mount.

The metal emitted a slight creaking sound under extreme thermal expansion, and the accuracy deviation had increased from the initial 0.3 degrees to nearly 2 degrees.

But in the face of the sheer density of demons, precision is no longer important.

The entire deck space below the platform, as far as the eye can see, is filled with demons.

The crimson vampires resembled a flowing ocean of lava, and the spiritual fire burning on their hellish blades converged into a blinding dark red curtain of light.

Hundreds of eyes burning with horrific rage stared from all directions at the maintenance platform, which was less than 100 square meters in size.

In the sea of ​​vampires, two new demonic units have joined the battlefield.

Flesh and blood hounds.

Their appearance is somewhere between a vicious dog and a lizard, with a low-slung body covered in dark bronze scales. They have no eyes, but instead a huge mouth that takes up almost the entire head, filled with three rows of inward-curving sharp teeth.

They don't locate their prey with their eyes, but rather lock onto their targets through a kind of subspace-level spiritual sense of smell.

Even more troublesome are the Blood Crushers.

It was a type of demon cavalry ridden by high-ranking vampires on the backs of blood-crushing behemoths.

Three Blood Crushers formed a triangular formation behind the Bloodletting horde.

Instead of charging forward, they waited for the front-line vampires to exhaust the platform's firepower.

The number 3 was pouring coolant onto the gun barrel more and more frequently.

White steam rose wildly from the surface of the gun barrel.

The multi-barreled rapid-fire cannon continued to roar.

The barrage of bullets fell into the dense crowd of vampires, tearing, shattering, and scattering the dark red demonic bodies into flying remnants of the subspace.

But every time one is broken, the gap is filled by the surging-up of the same kind from behind within half a second.

Lawson calmly watched the panoramic view transmitted through the consciousness communication system from the outpost.

The platform has four directions.

Numbers 15 and 23 on the east side used explosive guns to block the climbing passage.

The magazine change rate can no longer keep up with the frequency of the demon's climb.

Numbers 27 and 31 on the south side alternately threw fragmentation grenades.

The explosion created a continuous barrage of bullets three meters from the edge of the platform.

The fire coverage area of ​​the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon to the west.

Number 3 alone withstood the most intense demonic assault from the front.

The weakest point is in the north.

Only three assassins managed to maintain the firepower blockade by alternating fire with laser guns and bomb guns.

[Number 51: Killed in action.]

While No. 51 was changing magazines on the east side of the platform, a bloodhound suddenly emerged from a gap in the metal pipes below the platform at an impossible angle and bit off his right arm with its massive jaws.

Number 51 pulled out the Katachon's Fang with his left hand and cleaved the hound's skull in two, but a second hound had already bitten his throat.

[Subspace Energy +12]

[Subspace Energy +1]

[Subspace Energy +12]

[Life Points +7]

Resources are still being credited, and suicide soldiers are still dying in battle.

These two curves, one going up and the other down, intersect at the point where this war of attrition ends.

Lawson shifted his gaze from the system panel to a special device secured in a corner of the base, protected by an explosion-proof box and shock-absorbing brackets.

Macroscopic thermal fusion explosive bomb.

Now, Lawson is preparing to use it to end this war of attrition on the deep deck.

On deck, the remnants of Irontooth Gluck's army were in a state of extreme contradiction.

They came to fight.

Orcs are born fearless of anything.

Those who can fight are good; the bigger and stronger they are, the better. If they can't win, they run away, but they'll come back and continue fighting.

The problem is that the demons aren't fighting them anymore.

After killing about a thousand greenskins, the demons suddenly turned around and launched a full-scale attack on a maintenance platform in the northeast direction of the deep deck.

Irontooth Gruk stood in the center of the orc army, his nearly three-meter-tall body resembling a dark green iron tower, with half of a vampire's remains hanging from his power claws.

Its little eyes narrowed into slits.

"I said..."

"Are these red-skinned shrimps messing with me?"

A Norman next to him pounded his breastplate with his fist: "Boss, all those redskins ran away. They're not fighting us anymore. They all went to fight those human softies over there."

"Of course I saw it!"

"My eyes aren't blind!"

In the orcs' value system.