Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The purebred thief scaled the wall with all four arms, moving so fast that ordinary cameras could only capture a blur.

The Yazi warriors went to meet them.

One of the assassins was pounced on by a pureblood thief, whose claws sliced ​​through the outer layer of his breastplate.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the cunning man's neck with his left hand and piercing his skull with his right hand's blade through his jaw.

[Slay the pureblood gene stealer.]

[Gained chitin: 30]

Another purebred chicken thief tried to jump over the queue from above.

The psionic assassins emerging from the Yazi squad looked up, a flash of dark gold light in their eyes.

A sense of danger allows for early detection of the landing point.

The two assassins simultaneously raised their guns.

The bomb exploded in mid-air.

The purebred chicken thief was knocked down, and as soon as it landed, its chest cavity was torn open by a power claw.

[Slay the pureblood gene stealer.]

[Gained chitin: 30]

Six high-generation mixed-race individuals were eliminated one by one.

The backup shuttle did not start.

The blockade of Starport is complete.

The atmosphere at the National Relief Home was even more complicated.

Elena Castor stood in the center of the chapel.

Her disguise had been torn away, and two secondary arms slowly unfolded behind her. The children hid under the table, and several ordinary nuns were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, unable to even finish their prayers.

The Suanni purification team did not immediately burn down the entire building.

There are too many ordinary people here.

Too many children.

Elena took advantage of this.

She looked at the Suanni assassins and pleaded softly.

"Before you take action, observe them first."

She pointed to the children hiding under the table.

"Who is raising them? Is it the Empire? Is it your Seal Bearers? When they were abandoned by the mines, expelled by the unions, and sold by their parents to the underworld gangs, who gave them hot soup?"

The Suanni assassins did not answer.

Elena continued, “You say I’m corrupted. But I gave them food, gave them names, gave them a place to sleep. And when you came, all you did was use fire and guns to tell them that the person who saved them was a monster.”

An ordinary nun looked up, crying.

"Ms. Elena, is this true?"

Elena looked at her.

At that moment, there was indeed pain in her eyes.

"I have never harmed you."

This statement is very true.

The gene-stealer cult's gentleness is not a fiction. It feeds orphans, soothes nestlings, and embraces those abandoned by the Empire.

Then, when the insect hive arrives, sacrifice everyone to hunger.

The Suanni squad leader raised his hand.

The foundational sequence then separated the child from the ordinary nuns and took them out.

Elena's face finally changed.

"You cannot take them away."

The Suanni squad leader said, "If you don't take it with you, you'll eat it."

Elena let out a low hiss.

She rushed forward.

Her speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. She attacked with all four arms simultaneously, her main arm unleashing a hidden short blade while her secondary arms tore through the air, aiming straight for the Suanni squad leader's chest.

The Suanni squad leader raised her shield to block the first attack, while the assassins on the left slashed in, severing one of her secondary arms with their power swords.

Elena did not scream.

Instead, she tried to move closer to the child.

This is sectarian instinct.

She wanted to kidnap the children "she had loved".

The Suanni assassins wouldn't give her a chance.

Three chains of fire shot out from the psionic assassins in the squad, binding Elena's legs and shoulders. The flames scorched her carapace, producing a pungent odor.

Elena knelt down.

Even at the very last moment, she still looked at the children who were being taken away.

"I truly loved you all."

A little girl cried in the arms of the cornerstone sequence.

The Suanni squad leader slashed down with his sword.

[Slay the advanced hybrid gene stealer.]

The basement of the almshouse was subsequently opened.

Hidden there are twenty-seven deformed mixed-race infants, twelve infected nuns, and a small four-armed imperial statue.

The gold and fire cleansing lasted for seven minutes.

The battle for the Well of Prayer, however, did not end so quickly.

The clan leader is very strong.

It is the spiritual source of the entire Castorian sect.

After a century of dormancy, nourished by generations of bloodlines, and supported by the worship and spiritual connection of numerous believers, its psychic power far surpasses that of ordinary pure-blooded gene stealers.

As soon as the combat-order suicide soldiers advanced to the third step, the entire Chapel Well began to tremble.

The clan chief raised his head.

The silent shriek transformed into a psionic shockwave, spreading simultaneously along the ground, walls, air, and nerves.

The three assassins at the front paused.

The patriarch's psionic attacks were not merely intimidation.

It does not create fear.

It creates a sense of belonging.

For ordinary people, this is harder to resist than fear.

It reminds you of your parents, lover, children, and comrades; it tears open all feelings of loneliness and fills them with warmth.

But the assassins didn't give it a crack to squeeze through.

They have no parents, only a boss!!

The swarm mentality prevailed.

The emotional fluctuations at the three nodes had just begun when the outer layer of perception was severed by the war zone's brain.

The psionic assassins behind them simultaneously raised their hands.

A dark golden psionic barrier unfolded, like an invisible wall, forcefully pushing the patriarch's spiritual tide back into the depths of the worship well.

The clan chief screamed.

This time, it was genuine anger.

More pure-blooded thieves pounced out from behind the statue.

They are not ordinary mixed-race individuals.

Each one was nourished by the patriarch's psionic energy, and their speed, claw strength, and carapace thickness far exceeded those of any individuals encountered in the Starport cargo hold.

The combat-ready assassins are starting to show signs of wounds.

A suicide soldier's shoulder was ripped open by claw blades, exposing the bone.

Another assassin, despite being stabbed in the abdomen, grabbed the thief's arm and dragged him in front of him, smashing his faceplate with his head.

[Slay the pureblood gene stealer.]

[Gained chitin: 30.]

The assassins are very strong.

However, the worship well is a complex space, and the chieftain's psionic energy constantly interferes. The pureblood chicken thief launches a three-dimensional attack by using the walls, secret passages, and altar structure.

They still caused stress.

As Lawson watched the battlefield feedback from the Governor's Mansion's observatory, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Chieftain's battlefield, reinforcements needed."

The next instant, an even larger static force field lit up the ground in the well.

boom.

When the first figure stepped out, the steps of the entire Well of Worship trembled.

Big Bear, Jorah Mormont.