Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Countdown.

Five standard hours.

Inside the command center of the Governor's Mansion's spire, the light from the static force field projector flickered at a high frequency.

Each flash represents a batch of combat units crossing the sea of ​​stars to arrive at Castis-VI.

Lawson stood in front of the holographic sand table, watching the flow of troop data.

150,000 combat personnel are being deployed on the surface of Castis-VI.

After the Battle of Agrippina, the nine regular legions had been restored to their full strength, but this battle could not draw all the legions together.

The Luan Bird Squadron is still conducting deep space reconnaissance.

The Gluttonous Battle Group is scrambling for supplies in the Great Whirlpool Debris Zone.

The Candle Dragon and the Suanni each guarded strategic nodes to prevent Chaos, the remnants of the Red Pirates, and the Gene Thieves from taking advantage of any openings.

The main battlefield of Castis-VI is to be handed over to the 100,000-strong combat force.

The force truly pressing down at the forefront of the earth's surface consisted of 30,000 fifth-tier bear guards.

The size of the bear enclosure has surged in the past few months.

The life point cycle brought by the Greenskin Farm, the post-war resource replenishment, and the equipment upgrades brought by the Great Vortex Raids finally allowed Lawson to expand this heavy melee army to a truly usable size.

Thirty thousand Xiong Wei were organized into three core formations.

Xiong Da takes full control of the newly formed "Flying Bear" heavy anti-gravity assault motorcycle squadron.

Xiong Er was promoted and, together with the newly created tactical nodes Xiong Qi and Xiong Jiu, each commanded 10,000 heavily armed Xiong Guards.

They were stationed at the central bridges, key gates, main access routes to the four main nest cities, and gaps in the outer defenses.

They are living city walls.

All combat sequences received the same top-level single command.

They withstood the first wave of planetary-level attacks.

To deplete the enemy's kinetic energy.

Waiting for the counterattack threshold.

The 36-hour countdown has been reset.

The starlight above Castis-VI was cut off.

The orcish battle moon, with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers, forcibly squeezed into the outer edge of the planet's near-Earth orbit.

That giant celestial body, like a black tooth covered in sharp spikes, bit down on the entire sky.

The earth was plunged into darkness.

The world of two hundred billion people in the city fell silent at that moment.

Subsequently, all four main hives were illuminated by their outer searchlight arrays.

Millions of powerful beams of light pierced the sky, illuminating the clouds, industrial smoke, fly ash, and the outline of the monster that obscured the star.

The next second, the gravitational anomaly reached the Earth's surface.

The holographic sand table in the Governor's Office command center flickered violently.

The chemically concentrated lake in the equatorial region of Castis-VI generated toxic waves tens of meters high.

The foundation of the bipolar promethium refinery began to shake.

The battle moon has not yet truly entered the most dangerous tidal disruption zone.

But its effects have already begun to tear the planet apart.

"Fire."

Thousands of defense space stations in geosynchronous orbit and tens of thousands of surface-based macro cannons lock onto each other in the same second.

The depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile, weighing several tons, was ejected from the barrel.

Ultra-high temperature plasma beams tear through the dark vacuum.

The orbital light spears drew blinding rays across the sky.

Tens of thousands of firepower, like iron fists extending from the planet's surface, slammed fiercely into the orcish battle moon.

Explosions erupted on the surface of the battle moon.

The outer layer of that celestial body was covered with hundreds of kilometers of scrap iron, rock layers, and broken ship hulls.

The depleted uranium bomb penetrated the scrap metal armor layer, tearing apart large sections of molten metal.

The plasma beam burned through the outer shell of the orc fortress, detonating the ammunition depot and fuel pile inside.

The light spear struck a massive array of turrets, burning dozens of crude gun emplacements and entire orc workshops into molten slag.

More importantly, the counter-impulsive energy begins to take effect.

Swarm intelligence concentrates all firepower in a specific area, creating a continuous thrust.

The trend of the battle moon continuing its descent was briefly halted.

The gravitational tidal curve has stopped deteriorating.

The crisis of planetary disintegration was abruptly postponed.

"continue."

"All railguns, fire continuously in salvo."

"If the gun barrel overheats, replace it with a spare barrel."

"If the spare tube also overheats, then reduce its lifespan and continue operating."

"Shoot it until it deviates from the red line."

Castis-VI's orbital defense network is beginning to exceed its capacity.

Several old space station gun emplacements exploded after the third salvo.

The breech of a large cannon exploded, engulfing the entire gun crew and dozens of ordinary gunners in flames.

The cornerstone sequence immediately filled the gap and reconnected the backup turrets to the fire control system.

The orc warlords inside the battle moon responded.

The battle moon retreated.

Thousands upon thousands of green beams of light illuminated the rough fortresses on the moon's surface.

It is the brutal manifestation of WAAAGH! energy in the real universe.

Orc mechanics, weirdo, and a sufficiently large greenskin war will, together inside the battle moon, propelled a colossal teleportation matrix that shouldn't be functioning stably.

The spatial barriers were torn apart.

On the surface of Castis-VI, tens of thousands of teleportation beams exploded in waves.

A pungent ozone smell and a subspace energy boom simultaneously rushed into the air.

The endogenous psionic barrier that Lawson spread was activated.

The bioelectric field resonance of the assassins disrupted the coordinate system of the orc teleportation matrix.

The main force of the orcs, which originally intended to be directly airdropped into the energy core, command tower, water purification station and ammunition depot of the hive, was mostly deflected and fell into the plains minefield and pre-set positions on the outskirts of the hive.

A small number of orcs broke through the interference and landed in the lower and middle levels of the hive.

But the number is not large.

As soon as they appeared, they were surrounded and killed by the White Tiger squad that had been waiting for them.

The main battlefield remains on the periphery.

This is exactly the result Lawson wanted.

A green-skinned catastrophe has struck.

It directly transformed the plains surrounding the capital into a green ocean.

At least hundreds of millions of fully armed orc boys appeared on the vast plains, treading on the wasteland mud.

They brandished crude machetes, axes, automatic guns, scrap chainsaw blades, and all sorts of weapons that could make a loud noise, roaring excitedly.

Tens of thousands of even larger orc leaders were interspersed among them.

They were muscular, with iron plates and flagpoles stuck in their backs, and their bodies were covered with spoils of war: bones, ammunition belts, and broken helmets.

Thousands of heavily armored giants were encased in extremely thick, scrap metal power armor.

These power armors were completely out of line with Imperial mechanical standards; pistons were exposed, exhaust pipes spewed fire, and armor plates were welded together like a junkyard.

But they are thick enough and heavy enough that ordinary bombs cannot penetrate them for a while.

The mecha force followed closely behind.

Killer jar.

Fearless of death.

Various walking killing machines, cobbled together from scrap metal, boilers, exhaust pipes, giant chainsaws, heavy machine guns, and the fantasies of orc mechanics, entered the battlefield with mechanical steps that shook the ground.

There are too many of them.

Tens of thousands.

They appear crude, yet their movements possess an absurd stability due to the WAAAGH! energy.

Their sole practical purpose in combat is to get close, slice, fire, and then get closer again.

Green entities cover the horizon.

A standard Astronautical defense line would typically be crushed by flesh, bullets, fear, and command chaos within a standard hour in the face of an attack of this scale.

WAAAGH! The energy field begins to converge.

The fervent fighting spirit of hundreds of millions of orcs has manifested in a physical form.

A visible green psionic mist filled the air.