Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"How's the cleanup of the gene-stealers in the neighboring galaxy going?"

"Progress is going well."

"Then let's continue."

The adjutant whispered, "Rosson has been defeated..."

Valerius interrupted him.

"Then we have one less person who cannot be judged, but one more person who needs to escape."

He paused.

"So it's best not to lose."

On Agrippina's primary star, no one knew what these observers were saying.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't have time to care.

On the eleventh day, the main battlefield, the eastern defense line of the Fourth Furnace Belt was breached.

A bloodthirsty monster, leading more than thirty brass demon engines, charged through the slag pit.

The guards' formation was crushed under their feet, and the machine gun mounts were melted into molten iron by the blood and fire spewed out by the brass scorpions.

When Xiong Wei arrived, the breach had already expanded to eight kilometers.

Eight kilometers is just a distance on a normal battlefield.

In Agrippina, this means that hundreds of thousands of demons can simultaneously crowd into the second defensive perimeter.

Lawson immediately turned around.

One hundred and eight shadow wheels cut into the gap.

The golden, flaming blade swooped down from the sky, severing all the leg joints of the first batch of demonic engines. The bloodthirsty berserker swung its whip, knocking away three shadow wheels. The next second, another twenty-seven shadow wheels swept past its back, slicing through its wing bones and kneecaps.

Lawson did not land himself.

He ordered the Seventh Knights to take over.

Three knight mechs rushed into the gap from the flank, their molten cannons firing at close range. They first destroyed the core of the brass demon engine, then used their chainsaw blades to block the passage.

The bloodthirsty maniac struggled to his feet, trying to bypass the knight mechs and rush behind the defensive line.

Lawson clenched his five fingers.

The golden flames and shadow wheels coalesced into a spinning battle scythe, descending from the sky and slashing into its collarbone. The great demon roared in fury, its soul being pulled by the black hole, slowing its movements for a moment.

In that instant, Xiong Da led twenty Xiong Guards into the battlefield.

Twenty tower shields landed simultaneously, trapping the bloodthirsty berserker in the middle. A volley of power hammers followed.

The sound of bone fracture and metallic popping was mixed together.

The great demon knelt down.

The last shadow wheel drilled into the eye socket, and golden flames exploded inside the skull.

A system notification sounded.

Lawson didn't listen.

He was looking to the west.

A new gap has appeared there.

After eleven days of stalemate, Agrippina's defense finally showed signs of fatigue.

Morale is not a problem.

Matter is.

The gun barrel is worn.

Ammunition consumption.

Insufficient cooling of the slag trap.

The orbital fleet requires rotational maintenance.

After Xiong Wei was injured, he needed time to repair his heavy armor.

While combat assassins can be replenished, the number of power armor units is limited. Combat assassins without power armor are still powerful, but their effectiveness decreases when facing endless demons and heavy targets.

Khorne wanted to use this method to suppress Lawson.

Continuous pressure.

He was forced to rebuild his defenses, and his slaughter line was forced to break down at its busiest time.

The voice of T-001 rang in Lawson's ears.

"The pressure on the main battlefield has exceeded the safe range."

"The gap on the east side has been plugged."

"The gap on the west side has widened."

"A blood sacrifice node has appeared in the Ninth Furnace Zone."

"The third railgun array needs cooling."

"The armor of the 12th, 19th, and 27th Heavy Armored Units of the Xiongwei Army has been damaged by more than 40 percent."

Lawson hovered in the air, with the golden flame shadow wheel spinning rapidly behind him.

He looked at the crack.

The demon of Khorne is still falling.

"Keep pushing."

"clear."

"Move the White Tiger Trio to the west side."

"The White Tiger Trio is currently processing the blood sacrifice node in the Ninth Furnace Zone."

"Then deploy the Crimson Dragon Seventh Company."

"The Seventh Company of the Red Dragon is still blocking the swarm of brass scorpions in the underground canyon."

Lawson clicked his tongue.

The military strength has not been exhausted.

Every place needs people.

Just then, a long-distance signal came from the depths of the swarm's mind.

The signal does not originate from Agrippina's primary star.

Instead, it was a node in the entourage of an Astartes company in the shadows of the Empire.

"A small space necropolis has been discovered."

Lawson's expression changed.

The next moment, his laughter came from above the fourth furnace zone.

"Each Astartes company dispatched abroad shall retain one suicide soldier to maintain communications and supplies."

"All other combat-ready suicide soldiers will be redeployed."

“Use the tomb nodes as temporary battlefields.”

"Living metals have the highest priority."

Throughout the universe, the embers of war have not yet been extinguished.

A company from the Black Sanctuary has just cleared out the Khorne altar.

The swordsmen knelt amidst the carnage, their chainsaws embedded in the charred ground, chanting prayers in hushed tones. The brass skull at the center of the altar was still smoking, the air thick with the stench of blood, sulfur, and the acrid smell of charred flesh from exploding bombs.

Two assassins, clad in black armor and responsible for resupplying and evacuating the anchor point, pushed the last box of explosives under the ammunition rack.

In swarm intelligence, commands are given silently.

“A1527, A1528”.

"The current company's combat has ended, and there is one redundant person at the anchor point."

"Permission to leave the team is granted."

Both assassins looked up at the same time.

They did not explain to the Black Temple, only confirming that the third suicide soldier remained behind the company, responsible for communications, supplies, and emergency evacuation.

The next second, a silvery-white static force field unfolded beneath their feet.

The two figures disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, a squad of the Holy Blood Angels had already withdrawn to the ship. The wounded were taken to the medical bay, and ammunition was replenished. After confirming that one starship anchor remained on board, A3094 and A3095 stepped through the portal.

Behind the Ultramarines defense line, Armor 6112 has just completed artillery calibration.

Inside the boarding cabin of the Flesh Tearer, A8701 stood up from the blood-soaked floor and shook off the bone fragments from his power boxing gloves.

At the mine station where the remnants of Kadian's army were stationed, two suicide soldiers handed over the water purifier to the local engineers, then turned and disappeared into a silvery-white light.

Thirty-seven seconds later.

One thousand two hundred and sixty-four assassins, each clad in different battle group paint schemes, appeared in the shadow of a shattered asteroid.

Before them stood a dark silver building embedded deep within the rock strata.

It's not big.

It lacks the scale of a tomb world that devours continents, and it doesn't possess the imposing grandeur of a royal tomb.

It was just a 60 million-year-old Necromancer Frontier Phase Supply Outpost.

Used for fleet repair, scarab resupply, and phase relay.

Even if it is only "small", it still belongs to the category of space necromancy.

The smooth, hexagonal passageway stretched into the darkness. The walls were free of rust, dust, and the exposed pipes and rotting cables common on Imperial warships.