Warhammer: Empire Reboot

For the first time, the world struck him in its true form.

He saw that among his personal guards were a dozen or so men with chitinous shells, split mouths, densely packed teeth, and fingers that had turned into claws.

He saw that beneath the skin of those in the noble council who had once embraced him, shed tears, and shared "family warmth," monstrous organisms were throbbing.

He saw his wife of thirty years sitting beside him and slowly turned his head.

The governor's wife was still wearing her aristocratic dress and a pearl necklace.

But when she sticks out her tongue, the tip is covered with fine barbs.

She looked at Augustus with love in her eyes.

This is even more terrifying.

Because Augustus finally remembered that many years ago, the first sting on his neck came from such a tongue.

His legs went weak.

"Do not……"

He took a step back, knocking over his wine glass.

"What's this……"

The governor's wife reached out to help him.

“My dear, don’t be afraid. Our loving father has only left temporarily. He will return, and we will ascend together…”

Lawson raised his hand.

The psionic energy was suppressed.

The governor's wife's secondary arm was torn from under her dress, but before it could fully unfold, a combat assassin grabbed her neck from behind. A short blade sliced ​​into the gaps in her armor, pinning her to the ground.

Augustus watched this scene, his pupils shrinking to their limit.

He finally understood that the so-called loving father, the so-called four-armed emperor, the so-called astral salvation, and the so-called unconditional love were all just reins on his mind.

his children.

his wife.

His family.

He had guarded the "perfect bloodline" for decades.

It was full of insects.

He personally delivered these insects to the Governor's Palace, the Council of Nobles, the Water Purifiers' Association, the Food Bureau, the Ministry of Justice, and Starport.

Lawson looked at him.

"Awake?"

Augustus opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Around the observatory, the combat-order suicide soldiers had begun clearing the area.

The pureblood gene stealer lunged out from the secret passage, but the assassin broke his claws and arms with his bare hands, pinned him to the ground, and beheaded him.

A high-ranking mixed-race nobleman attempted to disguise himself as a human and beg for mercy, but his gene-sniffing foundational sequence was immediately highlighted in red.

The uninfected nobles knelt on the ground, burying their faces in their hands and crying out that they knew nothing. The Bixi warriors detained them in separate areas, awaiting further investigation.

Lawson did not rush to kill Augustus.

He walked up to the governor and looked down at the man who had just awakened from a decades-long dream.

Augustus trembled all over.

"I...I don't know..."

“Of course you don’t know,” Lawson said. “They don’t need you to know. They just need you to love them.”

Augustus's mental state completely collapsed.

He knelt on the ground, his hands bracing against the expensive white jade floor, his throat emitting broken gasps.

The governor's wife, held to the side, was still looking at him with those loving eyes.

That look made him completely lose control.

"No! Don't look at me! Don't look at me!"

Augustus crawled backward.

The hem of the dress was soaked with wine and blood.

He bumped into an overturned chair and fell to the ground, his face covered in tears and snot.

A foul odor emanated from beneath him.

The governor of Castor-Seven, who was just discussing autonomy, loyalty, and the future of the sector at a noble banquet, is now trembling with fear in front of Lawson, the assassins, nobles, and alien monsters.

The night on Castor-7 was divided into thousands of battle zones by swarm intelligence.

The first direct battle to break out was in the underground of the Third Main City, at the Well of Worship.

Those things that had been lurking for a century were finally stripped away from beneath human skin, formal wear, uniforms, sacrificial robes, and work clothes.

As the Red Dragon Squad emerged from the maintenance well, Luca Finn, the union's vice-manager, was activating the contamination valve on water purification tower number twenty-seven.

Luca is very smart.

His first reaction was to turn off the lights, close the gate, and activate the explosion-proof water pressure system inside the water purification tower.

But as soon as he pressed the console button, the screen in front of him turned gray.

The cornerstone sequence has already taken over the underlying logic of the valve.

The Crimson Dragon assassins emerged from the darkness.

As Luca turned, the carapace beneath his skin burst open his guild uniform, and two deformed secondary arms tore out from under his ribs, their claws aimed at the throats of the Crimson Dragon Death Soldier.

The Crimson Dragon assassin grabbed Luca's main arm and bent it downwards.

The bones and shell shattered simultaneously.

The second Red Dragon assassin aimed his hot-melt pistol at Luca's chest and fired a short burst.

The high-temperature molten liquid penetrated the carapace and internal organs.

[Slay the hybrid gene stealer.]

[Gained chitin: 23.]

The swarm intelligence system issued a cold warning.

There are still 23 pollutants inside the water purification tower.

Eleven of them were union members, seven were security personnel, and five were hidden in the low-ranking maintenance crew. They had initially disguised themselves very well, with work hour records, family files, union evaluations, and loyalty pledge records.

The gene-sniffing foundational sequences were marked in red for each of them.

The Red Dragon Squad cleaned up according to the list.

Three minutes later, water purification tower number 27 was brought back under control.

The middle layer of the water network is safe.

The battle at the underground grain depot was even shorter.

Hidden here is a warehouse guard composed of high-generation mixed-race individuals.

He was dressed in standard food bureau security armor, carrying a laser carbine, and had even prepared documents in advance to deal with the inspection.

When the White Tiger Squad appeared, the warehouse guard captain tried to delay them.

"This is the first-level reserve area of ​​the Food Bureau. Any armed unit entering requires dual authorization from the Governor's Office and Starport."

The White Tiger assassin stared at him.

You have four seconds to put down your weapon.

The captain of the guard's eye twitched slightly.

"You have no right..."

In the third second, the two security guards behind him simultaneously raised their guns.

The White Tiger Shield Wall presses down.

The bomb gun fires.

The captain of the guard's head, along with half of his shoulder armor, was shattered.

The remaining mixed-race security guards had barely shed their disguises when they were pinned against the granary wall by force field shields, and power swords pierced through the gaps in their armor.

[Slay the hybrid gene stealer.]

[Gained chitin: 13.]

[Slay the hybrid gene stealer.]

[Gained chitin: 13.]

The prompts scrolled through the swarm intelligence framework one by one.

In the Starport cargo hold area, the lurking nodes first cut off the escape routes.

This is one of the areas most valued by the Chicken Thief Cult.

Once the cult is exposed, some of the higher-generation hybrids will attempt to leave by cargo ship, taking with them the information about the fall of Castor-VII and the lingering spiritual echo of the patriarch.

If even one node escapes, the Zerg fleet could potentially recalibrate its course.

Therefore, the cleanup of the Star Harbor is a top priority.

A lurking assassin, disguised as a porter, used forged port orders to divert two teams of ordinary workers twenty seconds before the battle began. He then locked the cargo hold's airtight door and opened the anchor point.

The Yazi Squad emerged from the static force field.

They were in charge of the hunt.

Targets marked in red shall be executed.

Deep inside the cargo hold, six high-generation hybrids, along with two pure-blooded thieves, rushed toward the backup shuttle.