Warhammer: Empire Reboot

T-001 reported immediately.

"The third mine ridge encountered an attack from the rear."

"Forty percent of the machine gunners and artillery have been lost."

"Should we call in the White Tiger Battle Group for support?"

Lawson did not hesitate.

"No adjustment."

"Let the artillery positions there self-destruct."

Three seconds later, the underground ammunition depot on the third mine ridge was detonated.

The explosion ripped the entire area upwards from the ground.

Demons, artillery sergeants, remnants of the Christian Guard, and artillery shell depots all turned into fireballs.

The shockwave engulfed the newly landed demon horde, blasting a new crater on the ground.

Lawson didn't even glance at it.

"Incorporate the melting pit into the trap net."

"clear."

This is Agrippina's war.

There is no need to fight for every inch of land.

Only efficiency matters.

If a position is destined to fall, its ultimate value is that it becomes a bomb.

The Blood Sea continued its advance.

The ground below the crack was covered with corpses.

Beyond the thousand-kilometer-long rift, even more demons are gathering on the blood-red wasteland.

As Lawson watched the screen, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Khorne is trying to stuff me to death."

T-001's voice came through the communication.

"Based on the current kill rate, the first war zone can be sustained for nine hours."

"And then nine hours later?"

"The entire front line was destroyed."

"More than 70% of the second-line ammunition has been consumed."

"The cooling efficiency of the slag trap has decreased."

"The number of casualties among the Cornerstone Reserve is expected to reach three million."

Lawson watched the crack continue to widen.

"Open the exhaust gas pipeline."

Chapter 175 Living Metal Found: "Whoever can't hold on any longer will kneel down and call me father."

Beneath Agrippina, countless industrial waste gas pipelines were diverted to the front lines.

The toxic waste gas, cooling steam, and heavy metal dust that had accumulated over thousands of years in the world of casting were pumped into the battlefield under high pressure.

For Nurgle, this might just be a joke.

For the Khorne demon, the poison gas had limited lethality.

Lawson didn't expect to poison them either.

He needed to obscure the view, alter the temperature, disrupt the fleshhounds' sense of smell, and cause metallic dust to quickly adhere to the surface of the brass weapons.

Then, the arc cannon fired.

The entire cloud of exhaust fumes was illuminated.

Metal dust is conductive.

Arcs of electricity leaped along the brass weapon in the demon's hand. Although they couldn't kill many high-ranking demons, they briefly disrupted the rhythm of the demons' charge at the front.

In those few seconds, Xiong Wei advanced 300 meters, pushing back a breach that was about to be breached.

The warhound Titan finally opened fire.

Instead of swarming ordinary demons, it focused on the blood sacrifice node that was forming below the rift.

Each time a batch of Khorne demons dies, their corpses and blood create new resonance points on the ground, helping to maintain the rift.

Lawson won't let them pile up smoothly.

The Warhound Titan's plasma annihilation cannon struck a newly formed pile of skulls.

The white light swallowed tens of thousands of demon corpses.

The edge of the crack trembled slightly.

effective.

Lawson looked up.

Six sets of shadows returned to his side.

In the distance, the power armor signals of all five regular battle groups were activated and entered a state of combat readiness.

The Xiongwei Shield Wall is still advancing.

The Knight Mech's reactor is heating up.

Titan the Warhound adjusts its stance.

The fire control network of ten million cornerstone sequences remains stable.

The front lines of the Christian Guard and the machine gunners are disappearing in large numbers.

The sea of ​​blood-red demons continued to pour down from the sky.

Agrippina was not captured.

But the entire host planet has been drawn into the war.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

By the eleventh day of the blood-red fissure burning, normal clouds were no longer visible in Agrippina's sky.

The wound that traverses the Northern Hemisphere hangs in the sky, its edges repeatedly torn open, healed, and then torn apart again by Khorne's rage. Beyond the cracks, the blood-red wasteland remains ever-present, the brass mountains resembling rows of inverted fangs, the demonic roar drowning out the rumble that forged the world itself.

For eleven days, Khorne did not change its strategy.

One after another, the vampires crashed onto the ground.

Flesh hounds leaped from the edge of the rift and ran along the furnace pipes.

The Skull Cannon was pushed out of reality by the demon, and its muzzle was shattered by the Orbital Macro Cannon just as it was being calibrated.

Twenty-seven bloodthirsty demons have descended.

The wreckage of the brass scorpion and the demon engine lay piled outside the fourth furnace zone, like a devastated mechanical graveyard.

Lawson didn't back down either.

The first line of defense has already been rotated three times.

Millions of Christian defenders died.

Machine servant losses exceeded one billion.

The reserve units in the core sequence continuously fill in, and after running out of ammunition, they retreat to the second fire control window, where new suicide soldiers take over the gun positions.

The slag pit was filled with demon corpses and then detonated again.

The canyon was blocked by brass wreckage, so the Warhound Titan blasted it through with a single shot.

If the railgun barrel overheats, remove the entire barrel and replace it with a new one.

The entire main star became a machine that never stopped running.

It devours demons and spews out ash, brass, warp energy, and recyclable debris.

There are too many terrifying creatures.

There were so many that any battle report became meaningless.

Initially, T-001 would also report the number of units destroyed to Lawson.

After the fifth day, the numbers had become useless noise.

The devil will not be swayed by loss.

Khorne would not care about low-ranking demons.

If Lawson can kill, then He will let Lawson kill.

Killed until the weapon overheated.

Fight until you run out of ammunition.

The assassins were killed so many times that there was no time to deploy them.

They were slaughtered until they reached the slaughter line, where they were torn apart by blood and flesh.

In Agrippina's outer space, the muzzles of the eleven capital ships never fully cooled. The crew of the cornerstone sequence were not fatigued, but the ships themselves were. The macro gun rails were worn, the light lance arrays were overloaded, and the railgun cooling pools had been evaporated three times.

On the ground, the shield wall of the Xiongwei Heavy Armor Company continued to advance.

These behemoths, over four meters tall, have been replaced with the third batch of tower shields. The first batch of shields was chipped at the edges by the bloodthirsty demon's giant axe, and the second batch was burned through by the molten flow of the brass scorpions.

The third batch of shields currently in use are coated with black stone powder and fragments of hellish brass, and have been soaked in demon blood, turning them dark red.

Xiong Da stood in front of the main gap in the fourth furnace zone.

A chunk of his left shoulder armor was torn open, the muscle underneath already scabbed over. On a normal Oglin, this kind of injury would have driven it mad. Xiong Da simply raised his warhammer, smashed the spine of a fleshhound, and then spoke into the communication channel: