Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The fact that the giant axe can shrink does not actually violate the law of conservation of mass.

Part of the subspace amplification effect was stripped away by the laws of reality, while the other part of the redundant structure was compressed into the deep lattice of the axe body.

The real reason it was willing to be quiet was that Lawson had just merged with Angron's mechanical godhood.

This weapon, which has been with Angron for ten thousand years, does not recognize a soul on a physical level, but rather the fluctuations of that extreme kinetic energy transmission.

At this moment, it mistook Lawson for its original owner.

Lawson reached out his left hand and touched the dark gold axe blade.

Icy.

heavy.

Even though the blessing of Khorne has been drained, it still retains the physical density to cleave through starship armor.

Combined with his mechanical prowess and Angron's axe-wielding memories, this weapon can unleash near-catastrophic destructive power in Lawson's hands.

The only problem is...

Too barbaric.

This doesn't fit Lawson's usual more precise and ruthless playing style.

However, it would be perfect for dealing with Typhon.

The chosen ones of Nurgle love decay, slowness, procrastination, and pollution.

Then show him the purest form of physical violence, Khorne.

Agrippina, the main star, is located in the thirteenth mining area of ​​the northern hemisphere.

The sky was ripped apart by a green trail of flame.

Thousands of airdrop pods plummeted to the ground, trailing trails of decaying flames.

The surface air defense arrays opened fire with full force under the cover of the low-orbit fleet.

The electromagnetic railgun is raised, calibrated, and fired in a synchronized rhythm down to the microsecond level.

High-speed solid projectiles tore through the atmosphere and struck the airborne pod in mid-air.

Nearly 30% of the Death Guard drop pods were destroyed in mid-air.

Corrupted ceramic steel, pus, biomass armor, and mutated body parts exploded in the sky like yellowish-green rotten flowers.

However, the remaining airdropped pods still crashed into the ground.

The Death Guard's resilience was on full display at this moment.

Their thick, corroded armor and bodies already symbiotic with disease allowed them to crawl out of the deformed hull even after being subjected to the impact of a meteorite fall.

Typhons stood on the edge of an impact crater several hundred meters in diameter.

He kicked open the twisted hatch.

As the Terminator armor stepped onto the cold, metallic ground of Agrippina, acidic fumes immediately rose from the point of contact between its feet and the ground.

Green corrosion marks are imprinted inch by inch into the metal, like some kind of living mold trying to take root.

He looked around.

This wasteland has neither the main gun emplacements for forging the Temple nor the Mechanicus bunker complex.

All that remains are abandoned mine shafts, broken transport pipelines, the remains of cooling towers, and old mine tracks leading deep underground.

This was the landing point personally selected by Typhon.

He avoided the most heavily fortified position, number one, and also avoided the death zone formed by the railguns and bunkers surrounding the Agrippina Forging Temple.

The wasteland of the thirteenth mining area is a relatively weak flank of the defense network.

From here, we can cut into the underground transportation layer along the abandoned mine veins and then approach the core industrial area through the old transportation network.

Typhons is by no means lacking in tactical acumen.

As the chief think tank member who had distinguished himself during the Great Expedition, he knew very well that Lawson's ability to wipe out the Thousand Sons Warband, the remnants of the World Eaters, and numerous Chaos Pirates was not solely due to firepower.

The most terrifying thing about that army was its microsecond-level synchronization.

To confront this monster network head-on is tantamount to sending the Death Guard's most effective strategy of attrition warfare into a well-prepared minefield.

Therefore, he wants to pollute.

It needs to spread.

We need to use the methods of Nurgle to force Lawson out.

Typhons raised his scythe and began to deploy.

"Third Company, release the Plague Walker."

"Let them go and step on the minefield. There's no need to record the loss of bodies; Agrippina will never lack dead bodies."

In the distance, several corroded transport containers were open.

Thousands upon thousands of swollen, pus-filled, cracked plague-ridden figures staggered out. They had no full consciousness, only the instinct for hunger and the spread of disease.

"Seventh Company, heavy gas mortar in position."

Typhons pointed to the mine ventilation tower in the distance.

"Fire corrosive smallpox bombs into those ventilation ducts. I want the underground air to turn into an acid pool."

"The remaining companies will spread out in a fan shape, forming tactical squads of ten men. The advance speed doesn't need to be fast, but the contamination range must be maximized."

His scythe pointed towards the spire of the Casting Temple, faintly visible on the horizon.

"Sprinkle spores, toxic fog, and destructive bee swarms into every pipe, every mine, and every cooling well."

"Force Lawson to show himself."

An adjutant walked up to him and lowered his voice.

"My lord, the divine decree of our benevolent father is to capture Lawson alive. If the poison gas covers too deep, what if he..."

"He won't be poisoned by a mortar shell."

Typhon interrupted him.

"If the person who can receive both Khorne and the Father's divine pronouncements dies in the outer poisonous fog, it can only mean that the Father misjudged the seed."

The adjutant lowered his head and said no more.

Typhon paused, a hint of cold arrogance creeping into his tone.

"This is a personal task that my loving father entrusted to me."

"What Mortarian couldn't do, I will do."

“Once I drag Lawson back to Plague Gardens, I’ll see what face that Primarch, who always puts on such an aloof act, has left to stay on the Plague Planet.”

His finger pointed to the command terminal, preparing to mark the next advancement node.

Right at this moment.

The swarm of destructive bees hovering around Typhon suddenly exploded.

Millions of mutated flies emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the black swarm of insects that had formed around him scattered wildly in all directions as if they had been scalded by fire.

Typhons suddenly looked up.

Less than thirty meters above his head, a figure had somehow passed through the radar surveillance network of the Death Guard and was silently hovering there.

The other person was not wearing a helmet.

Her short hair swayed slightly in the cold wind of the wilderness.

His dark eyes looked down at Typhons as if he were examining a rotten specimen that had just been delivered to his door.

"Find me?"

"No need for that trouble."

Lawson looked down at Typhons.

The compound eyes under Typhon's helmet contracted instantly.

He remembered that voice.

A few months ago, this was the voice that broadcast a cacophony of mockery across the entire galaxy, exposing the true nature of all the major Chaos Legions.

After a brief moment of surprise, Typhon let out a wet, hoarse laugh.

He gripped the harvesting sickle tightly, and the abscesses in the gaps of his armor began to throb.

"I'm still thinking about how to dig you out of this iron shell."

"You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep."

He raised his sickle, and yellowish-green pus dripped from the blade.

“Very good, Lawson. Your loving father has reserved the most fertile soil for you in the garden. I will plant you in it myself and watch you take root in despair.”

Typhons knew very well that the first step in dealing with a monster that dared to appear alone in the enemy ranks was to deprive it of its mobility.

Let's grab him first!

A rotten crack appeared in his palm, and a pungent, almost solidified, subspace stench emanated from it.

"The winds of decay."

As the incantation was cast, a yellow-green storm surged from his palm.

It was a mixture of warp poison, carnivorous fungi, carrion acid, and the Nurgle's Slowing Curse. The poisonous wind swept across the ground, instantly causing mold to sprout on abandoned minerails and making the metal pipes creak and groan from corrosion.

Several plague walkers who were closer were swept into the wind, their bodies bursting open and turning into even denser poisonous mist nourishment.

The poisonous wind swept towards Lawson, who was in mid-air.

Extremely fast.

The scope is also large enough.

According to Typhons's judgment, even if Lawson used his spatial abilities to escape, he would inevitably be tainted by the slowing curse that came with the poisonous wind.

Even the slightest leak is enough to destroy the swarm by finding a gap.