Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The previous upgrade of Xiong Wei consumed 1000 million points.

His next leap forward will require a full 100 million.

There's still a part missing.

This part is right before our eyes now.

"Don't let them get away."

"I'm going to make Khorne pay back ten times the ten million I spent today."

The remnants of the demon army were thrown into complete chaos.

Khorne's army excels at charging, killing, and getting increasingly frenzied in bloody battles.

Retreat has never been their forte.

The moment they turned around, they had already handed their backs to Agrippina's meat grinder.

The golden flames of the wheel swept past.

Xiong Wei's giant hammer fell.

The cannon landed at the crack.

The demon ranks that had just gathered to prepare for their retreat were blasted into a bloody mist.

Lawson personally oversees high-value targets.

A wounded, bloodthirsty berserker tried to retreat back into the rift amidst the chaos, but Lawson threw the Angron Battle Axe from over ten kilometers away.

The battle axe was pulled and accelerated by the black hole, passing through the battlefield and cutting off one of its wings.

The bloodthirsty madman fell to the ground.

The next second, sixty White Tiger warriors pounced on it and tore it to pieces.

The battle lasted for a full six hours.

The crack shrank from thousands of kilometers to hundreds of kilometers, and then from hundreds of kilometers to tens of kilometers.

Khorne's final retreat became increasingly urgent.

A large number of low-level demons were directly abandoned in the real universe.

As the crack contracted for the last time, Lawson rushed to the edge of the crack himself.

Angron's battle axe cleaved into a brass chain that was attempting to reclaim the remains of a demon.

The golden flames burned deep into the crack along the chains.

An angry roar came from the other end of the crack.

Lawson looked up and smiled at the blood-red sky that was about to close.

"Bring more next time."

The crack closed.

For the first time, the skies over the Northern Hemisphere fell silent.

The bloodstains dissipated.

All that remained were the smoke and dust from the railgun bombardment, the acrid smell of burning demon corpses, and brass wreckage scattered across the land.

The machine servant is still executing the final cleanup orders.

The survivors of the Apostolic Nation knelt before the ruins of the fort, chanting mechanical prayers in hoarse voices.

The bear guards stood where the crack had disappeared, their tower shields covered in axe marks, their heavy armor broken, and their living metal slowly repairing itself.

White Tiger Heavy Armor Silently checks ammunition.

The knight mech dragged the wreckage of the demon engine backward.

Before the gates of the Temple of the Great Forge, the corpses of the Eightfold Skull King lay like eight collapsed brass fortresses across the metal ground.

Lawson landed on a broken brass pillar.

He looked at the demonic wreckage, brass fragments, half-melted demonic engines, and shattered pieces of the Chaos warship floating on the edge of reality in the distance.

These things have not yet completely sunk back into the subspace.

What remains are all materials.

They are all futuristic naval cannons, shields, tomahawks, armor, and anti-demon force fields.

Communication access to Texas.

"Sir, the battlefield contamination level is still extremely high. Some debris is located in the space between reality and subspace, and ordinary robotic arms cannot drag it stably. We suggest sealing it up first and waiting for the contamination to decay."

Lawson looked down at the battlefield.

"Sealed up my ass."

"Drag them all back to me."

"Wash what can be washed, disassemble what can be disassembled, and melt what can be melted."

"If it can't be dragged, have Xiong Wei carry it."

Agrippina, this planetary machine, started running again.

The cornerstone sequence takes over the remaining Thinker array and engineering machinery.

A large number of cornerstone sequence nodes have been reconnected to the swarm intelligence framework.

The T-series assassins entered the contaminated area with their robotic arms.

Xiong Wei dragged the corpse of the Eightfold Skull King.

The Knight Mech hooked the severed arm of the Skullwalker onto the heavy transport frame.

The White Tiger and Black Tortoise were responsible for clearing out the still twitching demon limbs.

The Luan Bird Squad hunted down the flesh-and-blood hounds that had escaped into the underground pipelines.

The Taotie Battle Group marked each of the half-destroyed skull cannons as "cannon material to be purified".

Lawson stood on high ground and began to tally the losses.

This protracted and bloody war of attrition took a heavy toll on Agrippina's home planet.

The aircraft suffered losses of over one billion.

The Christian Guard was almost wiped out, and the remaining troops needed to be reorganized.

Millions of non-combat suicide soldiers, also known as the Cornerstone sequence, have perished.

These suicide soldiers were not killed on the front lines, but rather near the Thinker array, fire control core, energy pipelines, logistics layer, and black hole ventilation shaft, in order to maintain swarm nodes, cut off contamination, salvage data, and seal off defense zones.

There were also casualties among the combat-type suicide squads.

White Tiger Heavy Armor suffered some damage to its power armor.

Several members of the Crimson Dragons were killed in action.

The Xuanwu defense line was breached three times.

The Luan bird lost several high-speed squads.

The Taotie's heavy firepower positions were overturned by the skull cannon.

Xiong Wei suffered the heaviest casualties.

However, the Tier 5 template has been completed, the number of casualties can be replenished, the damaged heavy armor can be repaired, and the experience will be returned to the swarm mindset.

Lawson looked at the list of casualties.

These numbers are very large.

But Agrippina is still around.

The cracks closed, and the terror receded.

The things left on the battlefield were enough to take his arsenal, fleet, bear guards, and brass weaponry system to the next level.

Lawson put away the Angron Battle Axe, looked at the severed arm of the Skullwalker and the remains of the Eightfold Skull King being dragged away, and finally smiled.

He won this war of attrition!

Chapter 177 The Sixth Genetic Leap: The Nine Legions Take Shape!

The blood-red sky over Agrippina's northern hemisphere returned to leaden gray.

Seven hours after the thousand-kilometer rift closed, the surface of the host planet was still burning.

The blood aura left by the demon did not dissipate immediately.

Brass fragments, charred bones, half-melted demon engines, and skull cannon wreckage slammed into the earth's crust by the orbital macro cannon piled up across the northern wasteland.

Outside the main casting temple, the corpse of the Eightfold Skull King had been dismantled into dozens of pieces and dragged to the temporary purification workshop.

The severed arm left behind by the Skull Mountain Walker is the most troublesome.

It's too big.

A single forearm section weighs hundreds of tons, its brass armor still bleeding, and the gold flames at the break point have been burning for seven hours, while the Khorne flesh inside is still trying to reassemble.

It took thirty-seven heavy engineering machines and two hundred T-series suicide soldiers from Texas to secure it to the ground transport rack.

The anti-gravity module beneath the transport frame was continuously overloaded, emitting bursts of blue-white electric arcs.

Xiong Da stood in front of the transport rack, half of his shoulder armor still unrepaired, his left hand pressing against the tower shield, and his right hand gripping a chain.

"pull."

Five hundred fifth-tier bear guards exerted their power simultaneously.

The severed arm moved slowly across the metal ground, leaving a trench ten meters wide.

The remaining Khorne's blood fire in the trench kept exploding and burning, only to be pushed back down by the purification spray guns on both sides.

The array of mechanical eyes of the Xenostras was flashing in the distance.

"Be careful. That arm still retains the primal reflection of a high-level archmage. If the dragging angle deviates by three degrees, it will pierce the transport rack."