Warhammer: Empire Reboot

[Subsequent risks: Medium. Continuous monitoring of deep-space biological signals is required.]

Lawson slowly exhaled.

fortunately.

The Zerg fleet is still far away.

If the anchor points are cut now, they will lose their accurate coordinates of Castor-7.

Perhaps they will continue to wander.

Perhaps they will chase signals from other biomass.

At least for now, this hive world with a population of tens of billions will not have to face being devoured by the Zerg hive fleet.

Next comes the cleaning.

The planetary broadcast has been playing continuously since the start of the battle.

"Attention all residents."

"Castor-7 is conducting an Imperial purge."

"All residents shall remain in their residences."

"Close the doors and windows."

"Do not go into the streets."

"Do not help any injured strangers enter your home."

"Do not respond to nighttime knocks from people claiming to be relatives, welfare home staff, or union representatives."

"Waiting for the next notification."

This broadcast repeats every five minutes.

The radio saved many lives.

The third main hive, middle layer 21.

An ordinary repairman's family huddled inside their house.

The father pushed the furniture behind the door, and the mother sat on the floor holding the two children. Occasionally, the sound of running could be heard in the hallway, followed by short gunshots.

The youngest daughter cried and asked, "Who's outside?"

The father dared not answer.

All he knew was that there had been a fire at the almshouse half an hour earlier. Afterwards, an announcement was made telling everyone not to go outside.

They obeyed.

The neighbor didn't listen.

A familiar woman's voice came from outside the door next door.

"Open the door, it's me, please help me, I'm injured..."

The mother instinctively tried to get up.

Her father grabbed her and held her down.

That was just mentioned on the radio.

Do not respond to knocking at night.

The noise outside the door continued.

"Please, I'm Martha, you know me, my son told you he's a colleague..."

The child wanted to speak, but his mother covered his mouth.

A few seconds later, the sound of claws scraping against metal came from outside the door.

The mother's face was deathly pale.

Then, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.

The bomb gun fires.

The scraping sound stopped.

An unfamiliar voice came through the door.

"Residents inside should remain in place. Contaminated individuals outside have been removed. Registration will be conducted during the day."

The father leaned against the door, his legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground.

He didn't know what happened.

He didn't know why Martha, who usually borrowed salt from him, would grow claws outside the door.

All he knew was that he couldn't open the door tonight.

The entire planet is experiencing this panic.

Some people discover for the first time that their gentle boss is a mixed-race monster.

Some people saw the nuns at the orphanage tear their secondary arms out from behind.

Some people witnessed the Corpse Guild's moving crew dragging a row of shelled monsters out of the incineration tower.

Some people saw nothing at all, only heard broadcasts and gunshots all night.

For ordinary people, the truth is too great.

It was so big that their only option was to survive.

Lawson's troops advanced as planned.

First lap, onto the nest.

The Governor's Palace, the Council of Nobles, the Family Estate, the Private Clinic, the Spire Guard, the Noble School, and the Upper Chapel.

All the noble families that had been included in the ring were uprooted.

Even nobles who were not included in the ring were also isolated and investigated.

None of the governor's family survived.

Augustus's wife, Gao Dai pollution.

Elena is of mixed race from a higher generation.

The governor's illegitimate children were all infected.

Beneath several private estates lie the first and second generations of deformed mixed-race children. Those monsters, once called "Children of the Stars" by their aristocratic parents, perished in flames and bombs.

Lawson left no loose ends.

Second lap, Zhongchao.

Water Purifiers, Grain Bureau, Corpse Workers' Union, Promethium Workers' Union, Star Harbor Authority, Mid-Level Relief Home, Local Defense Forces Recruiting Office.

This is the most complicated part.

Many polluters have worked alongside ordinary people for decades.

Some of the younger mixed-race individuals are clearly visible and are hidden in basements, abandoned pipelines, and private warehouses.

High-generation mixed-race individuals can blend in with normal people, and many colleagues even consider them reliable.

Gene sniffing-type cornerstone sequences have become crucial.

They stood at a checkpoint in the street.

Groups of residents passed by.

Green light for passage.

Yellow isolation.

Take away the red one.

The civil affairs-friendly cornerstone sequence is responsible for interpretation.

"Those who undergo screening can receive temporary water and food."

"Isolation is not a form of conviction."

Those who refuse screening are considered high-risk.

"Children first".

Their voices have a calming power.

The panic did not disappear, but it did not turn into riots.

On the third round, they descended from their nest.

This is the most troublesome part.

The lower nest is like another planet.

Pipelines, ruins, old mines, gang strongholds, abandoned sanctuaries, black market pharmacies, rivers of corpses, and relics of alien worship, layer upon layer.

The Chicken Thief Cult operated in Lower Nest the longest.

Many gangs have become fringe members of religious sects.

They may not know that they are serving the Zerg, but they do know that the "Four-Armed Father" will provide them with weapons, food, messages, and safe passage.

Lawson was not in a hurry.

The lower nest was divided into hundreds of cleaning zones.

The cornerstone sequence takes over each cleaned pipeline.

The battle continued, pressing downwards in circles.

Like tightening a noose.

At first, the nest-dwelling birds launched a large-scale counterattack.

Thousands of mixed-race gang fighters emerged from an abandoned train tunnel in an attempt to breach the quarantine line in Zhongchao.

They were facing the Xuanwu Shield Wall.