Warhammer: Empire Reboot

You can kill me, you can blow my head off, you can rip my intestines out and tie them into a bow.

But you fucking can't not fight me.

Being ignored by the enemy on the battlefield is an insult more fatal to an orc than having their heart pierced by a bomb.

Being killed at least indicates that the other party considered you a worthy opponent to be killed.

But being ignored? That means the other party thinks you're not even worth killing, that you're just a piece of shit, not even worthy of being a target.

Iron-Toothed Gluck's power claws slowly tightened.

"Brother Mao is above."

"I, Iron Teeth Gluck, have fought so many battles over the years, and not a single one has ever dared to turn their back on me!"

"Anyone who doesn't fight us, we'll take them down! Red-skinned ones or human shrimps, we'll chop them all up!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The remaining green-skinned animals simultaneously let out a collective roar.

Waaagh energy boiled within them, muscles swelled, blood vessels bulged, and pupils dilated to almost cover the entire eyeball.

The orc army surged forward like a dark green torrent, heading in the direction the demons had charged away.

Chapter 39 Our Loyalty is Unwavering, Even unto Death (Third Update)

Iron Teeth Gluck was running in the lead.

Its powerful claws cleaved two vampires that couldn't get out of the way at the first corner, scattering dark red body fragments all over the corridor.

Behind it, four Norberts, like four out-of-control tanks, crushed everything in their path with sheer mass and speed.

The orc army chased the demon army, and the demon army chased the death knights, forming a frenzied and bloody food chain in the passageways of the deep deck.

From the outpost, Lawson watched all of this through telepathic communication.

A variable has appeared.

The orcs attacked the demon horde from the rear, forcing the demons to split their forces.

One group continued to besiege the maintenance platform, while the other group turned around to confront the green-skinned soldiers behind it.

The battle inside the passage turned into a three-way melee.

The vampire's Hellblade was slashing at the orcs as well as the death knights trying to break through.

As the orc's greatsword cleaved through the demons, it also fired several shots at the assassins on the platform.

Although those large-caliber dead guns made from scrap iron pipes had extremely poor accuracy, they were still occasionally encountered due to their sheer numbers.

[Death Squad No. 38: Killed in action.]

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Resources are still being credited to accounts.

However, the gap between the rate of income and the rate of death is narrowing.

Because the physical area of ​​the maintenance platform is limited.

When the density of demons reaches a certain level, firepower can no longer maintain a complete defensive perimeter.

Once a gap appears, melee combat becomes inevitable.

Even with the melee skills of the Katachon jungle warriors, the trade ratio is brutal when facing vampires in close combat.

Moreover, the Fleshhounds have learned to infiltrate through the gaps in the pipes beneath the platform.

Their low, agile bodies can squeeze into any gap larger than thirty centimeters, then suddenly leap out from under the assassin's feet and bite off the opponent's leg bone.

The Blood Crusher Cavalry, meanwhile, were poised to strike from the perimeter.

The hooves of three blood-crushing behemoths pounded the ground relentlessly, and the metal dented like paper under their immense force.

Their firepower on platforms is reduced to a threshold that allows them to withstand assault casualties.

"number 3."

How much lifespan does the gun barrel have left?

Number 3 glanced at the cannon barrel, which already showed a visible curve.

"Next burst, the last one. If we fire one more, the probability of the cannon barrel exploding is over 80%."

“That’s enough,” Lawson said. “Follow my orders.”

"Yes."

"Clear the remaining ammunition. You, along with No. 47 and No. 52, remove the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon from its base. Once removed, immediately send it into the armory space."

"clear."

"At the same time as the rapid-fire cannons are put into storage, I will put the macro-thermal fusion explosive bomb into the armory space here at the stronghold."

"Take it out of the armory and initiate the detonation procedure."

"clear."

Lawson's instructions were simultaneously transmitted to every assassin on the platform through the communication between their consciousnesses.

"Everyone. This is the final stage. Listen to Commander Number 3. Maintain continuous fire until the rapid-fire cannons are completely dismantled."

Twenty-one voices rang out simultaneously through the exchange of consciousness.

"Yes."

The multi-barreled rapid-fire cannon roared one last time.

Number 3 pulled the trigger, unleashing all the remaining ammunition in the barrel in one go.

The color of the cannon barrel had changed from orange-yellow to almost incandescent.

"dismantle!"

The instant No. 3 released the control handle, No. 47 and No. 52 pounced on him from both sides.

Number 47 used the serrated edge of the Katachon's Fang to cut the chain link, and Number 52 used brute force to pry open the four curved retaining clips.

While supporting the cannon with both hands, No. 3 used his shoulder to knock open the rotating lock of the base.

The multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon detached from its base.

Armory space storage.

Meanwhile, at the base, Lawson had his assassins place the macroscopic molten metal bomb into the armory space.

The rapid-fire cannon enters space.

The molten metal bomb enters space.

Two objects brushed past each other in the virtual dimension of the armory.

Number 3 retrieved the macroscopic thermal fusion explosive bomb from the armory space.

The moment the ceramic steel casing appeared in his palm, his thumb had already pressed the red start button on top of the fuse.

The detonation process has started.

The delay is zero.

But in that final instant, one millionth of a second before the thermal fusion core ignites.

The twenty-one remaining assassins on the platform simultaneously raised their heads.

"Our loyalty is unwavering, even unto death!"

Twenty-one voices, in their shared consciousness, were like twenty-one torches lit simultaneously, illuminating a nearly non-existent corner of Lawson's brain.

At the moment the thermal fusion core ignites, time almost stops.

Within a three-meter radius of the explosion's epicenter, time was compressed to approximately one ten-billionth of a second.

It is enough for the core to release energy to reach a critical value.

A super-high temperature plasma sphere with a diameter of less than one centimeter was generated at the core of the thermal fusion explosive bomb.

Its temperature exceeded 50 million degrees Celsius during the first Planck time after its birth.

The plasma sphere expands outward at one-thousandth the speed of light.

Within the first millisecond of the expansion, the repair platform, along with everything on it, was vaporized.

Metal, flesh, demonic bodies, remnants of the warp...

All physical existence is decomposed into the most basic atoms at an ultra-high temperature of fifty million degrees Celsius. Then, the electrons of the atoms are stripped off, becoming plasma, which is then added to the ever-expanding sphere of destruction.

At ten milliseconds, the shockwave reached the deck floor fifty meters below the platform.

The entire three-meter-thick armor plate was torn, melted, and evaporated like paper.

In the first hundred milliseconds, the kill radius exceeded three hundred meters.

Everything within this range is a demon, a vampire, a fleshhound, a blood-crushing cavalryman, and an imp.

Their physical bodies ceased to exist the moment they came into contact with the front of the shock wave.

At 500 milliseconds, the shockwave reached the rear of the Iron Fang Gluck army.

Those orc boys who were wrestling with the demons didn't even have time to feel pain in their final moments.

The thermal radiation arrives at the speed of light, instantly vaporizing the moisture on their bodies 0.003 seconds before the shock wave arrives. Then the shock wave arrives, crushing the dry, brittle bodies into powder.

Iron-Toothed Gluck stood at the very front of the army. Sensing the indescribable heat wave behind it, it instinctively turned its head.

The last thing it saw was a pure white wall of light rushing towards it at an inescapable speed.

"This is fucking..."

The wall of light swallowed it.