Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Suanni Purification Team appeared in the underground level of the National Religion Relief Center.

The infiltrators cut off the lower gang's access route.

The T-series technology allows for the takeover of the control chain of the rail elevator.

Further key measures include locking down neighborhoods, turning off alarms, cutting off suspicious communications, and protecting ordinary civilians marked in green.

The real primary target is the Star Chamber.

The third main nest is underground, with a worship well.

This is the true heart of the Castorian sect.

The statue of the four-armed emperor stands in the depths of darkness.

The icon is neither metal nor stone, but woven from chitin, bone, wax, and human hair. Thousands of worshippers knelt on either side of the steps, praying in hushed tones.

The patriarch sat behind the statue.

It was larger than a typical pure-blooded genestealer, with its four arms folded together, its head bowed, and a ring of bony protrusions growing from the back of its skull. Its psychic energy, like warm tides, enveloped the entire Well of Worship.

When the first static force field lit up on the side of the worship well, the patriarch looked up sharply.

It noticed.

But it was too late.

Twenty combat-order suicide soldiers stepped out from the light curtain.

They weren't wearing power armor.

Narrow prayer wells are not suitable for heavy armor advances.

But now, every member of Lawson's combat unit possesses enhanced physical attributes comparable to the Imperial Guard.

Even without power armor, they are still monsters.

The first pureblood gene stealer pounced from the shadows.

It is extremely fast.

To ordinary Imperial soldiers, this speed was enough to leave them in a blur. The claws could tear through terracotta, and the four arms could attack simultaneously from multiple angles; once close combat began, it was slaughter.

But it was facing combat suicide soldiers.

The assassin at the front turned to the side, raised his hand, and grabbed its first claw wrist.

The bones cracked.

The second claw came stabbing, but was cut off by the assassin with a short-handled power axe.

Before the third and fourth hands could land, another assassin had already cut in from the side, his blade piercing the gap in its neck armor.

The pureblood gene stealer hisses.

The next second, the head hit the ground.

More pure-blooded gene stealers emerged from the top, side walls, and secret passages of the worship well.

The combat order suicide soldiers formed a triangular formation.

One person took the lead.

Both of them cut their sides.

The Red Dragon Squad behind blocked the passage with short-range thermal guns.

The golden flames of the Suanni Death Warriors spread across the ground, burning away the psionic runes beneath the sect's altar.

The clan chief let out a silent shriek.

It attempts to awaken cult nodes across the entire planet through a psionic network.

But as soon as its psionic energy began to spread outward, it encountered a cold barrier.

The swarm mentality has sealed off the area around the prayer well.

The psionic assassins who emerged from the battle formation stood at the rear, their eyes gleaming with a dark golden light.

They don't need to chant aloud like the Imperial think tank, they don't need to open runebooks, and they don't need to ask permission from any ancient psychic traditions.

They simply adopted a swarm intelligence approach.

Permissions granted.

The psionic barrier descended.

The patriarch's call was suppressed back to the well.

At the same time, battles broke out at various key points on Castor-7.

A polluting individual from the Water Purifier Workers attempted to release a gene-inducing agent into the water source, but the valve was preemptively locked by the Keystone Sequence. The Red Dragon Squad emerged from the maintenance well and emptied the control room within thirty seconds.

Inside the underground grain depot, the hidden hybrid guards drew their claw blades. White Tiger assassins advanced, shields raised, and explosive pistols precisely struck down the heads of the high-generation hybrids. The ordinary workers outside the depot only heard a brief gunshot before the door reopened, and the Keystone sequence announced that grain distribution would proceed as normal.

Inside the National Relief Home, Elena Castor looked up.

She is wiping a child's mouth.

For a moment, the tide deep within my soul seemed to stop.

Outside the door, the Suanni purification team had already entered the corridor.

Elena slowly stood up.

The child tugged at her sleeve.

"Sister Elena?"

She glanced down at the child, her eyes still filled with tenderness.

That gentleness wasn't all a pretense.

That's where the horror of the Genestealer Cult lies.

Their love is real.

But that love will eventually lead everyone into the stomach of the insect hive.

Elena patted the child's head.

"Hide under the table."

The child did as instructed.

The next second, the door to the almshouse was pushed open.

The lion-shaped assassins entered, golden flames igniting in their hands.

"Elena Castor".

"You have been marked as a red contaminated node."

Elena looked at them, the gentleness on her face slowly fading.

"You don't understand."

Her voice carried a sense of sadness.

"The Empire will only drain them dry. Your rulers will do the same, just in a more efficient way. We, on the other hand, give them families, give them loved ones, and give them true unity."

The Suanni warriors did not argue.

"Kneel down and remove your hands from your sides."

Elena sighed.

Behind her, two deformed secondary arms, hidden beneath her clothing, tore through the fabric and sprang out.

The golden light illuminated her face.

That face, which countless ordinary people regard as a symbol of compassion, remains beautiful.

But the light of the insect swarm had already appeared in their eyes.

The Governor's Mansion Observatory.

Augustus Castor stood in the center of the aristocratic banquet.

Just minutes earlier, he had raised a glass to the Council of Nobles, discussing how Castor would maintain his dignity during the upcoming takeover of the sector, how he would submit a declaration of loyalty to Lawson, and how he would open up some administrative nodes without losing autonomy.

He spoke very well.

Even the few elderly nobles who were not infected felt reassured.

Then, the lights went out for a moment.

When the lights come back on, all the doors in the hall close simultaneously.

The Governor's personal guard drew their guns.

One of the guards' arms split open, revealing chitinous bone spurs hidden beneath the skin.

The other half of the guards retreated in terror, completely bewildered as to how their colleague had suddenly turned into a monster.

Several ladies in the noble seats screamed.

Some nobles also stood up, their faces showing fanaticism.

"May the Four-Armed Emperor protect us!"

As soon as they uttered those words, a pale blue light illuminated the center of the observatory.

Lawson stepped out of the static force field.

But the moment he appeared, the entire observatory seemed to be held down by an invisible hand.

A powerful psychic energy emanated from him.

Like an invisible iron net, it instantly pressed into everyone's consciousness.

Augustus was about to call upon his father.

The warmth in his mind vanished the next second.

The psionic network that had bound his mind for forty years was forcibly severed by Lawson.

Augustus froze.