Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The fog distorted the light, causing the air surrounding the nest city to boil violently due to the high temperature and subspace resonance.

The eardrums of ordinary soldiers were filled with eerie war cries.

It's like a bunch of thoughts with teeth, gnawing at the edge of one's reason.

Many PDF soldiers began to stare blankly.

Someone suddenly wanted to jump out of the trench and rush towards the distant green wave.

The political commissar of the cornerstone node took immediate action.

Snapped!

Just as a PDF soldier stood up, he was slapped awake by a cornerstone assassin behind him.

"Fire."

The ordinary soldiers around them instantly regained some of their senses.

Fifty million PDFs were pushed back into firepower by the Cornerstone Sequence with gun barrels, orders, and more recently, death threats.

Lawson shifted his focus.

"Orbital artillery array, maintain primary suppression of the battle moon."

"Draw 15 percent of the firepower matrix and target the outer perimeter teleportation assembly area."

"shooting."

Light spears and cannonballs rained down from the sky, crashing into the most densely populated area of ​​orcs.

The soil was overturned and the rocks were melted.

Hundreds of thousands of orc lads that had just landed were reduced to carbon ash in the high temperature of the plasma before they could even scream.

A gathering point of orc leaders was hit by an orbital macro cannon, and the shockwave tore dozens of leaders and hundreds of underlings into a bloody mess.

A Death Dreadnought that had just completed its teleportation was pierced through from the top by a spear of light, and the orc pilot and the core of the machine exploded together.

For the current wave of green, the hundreds of thousands of casualties are not even worth mentioning.

The orcs, trampling over the charred remains and debris of their own kind, roared as they launched a full-scale charge.

"WAAAGH!"

The battle cry was like a wall crashing into us.

The outer observation window of the nest city vibrated continuously.

Lawson's voice echoed mechanically through the communication channel.

"Surface fire control, full-frequency strike."

Tens of thousands of earth-shattering cannons, petrified lizard self-propelled artillery, heavy explosive cannons, plasma short cannons, and thermobaric cannons, hidden in the middle layer of the hive, underground artillery bays, camouflage factories, and ruined positions, roared simultaneously.

Preset firing parameters achieve zero-error coverage.

The shells pounded into the orcish charging formation at a rate of tens of thousands per second.

High-explosive shrapnel tore through the green skin and muscle.

The white phosphorus bomb ignited the surface of the fungus.

When the first group of orcs stepped into the Promethium Fire Gully, it suddenly spewed up a wave of fire dozens of meters high.

Limbs and severed bodies were blown into the air along with mud.

The plain was transformed into a swamp of blood, flesh, and scorched earth within minutes.

The orc army did not slow down.

WAAAGH! The energy field shielded them from pain, triggering hyper-activation of their muscle cells. Many orcs, even with an arm blown off, continued to charge forward, laughing maniacally.

The heavily armed giant advanced under heavy fire.

Even after the killing jar was blown up, the orc pilot inside was still banging on the bulkhead.

Undeterred by death, it tramples over the corpses of its own kind, its crudely made chainsaw spinning at high speed.

The orcs raised their automatic guns and began blindly suppressing the defensive line thirty kilometers away.

The accuracy is negligible.

The quantity is sufficient.

Large-caliber bullets swept across the wasteland like a horizontal downpour.

Sparks flew everywhere from the terrazzo plates above the first trench.

Several PDF soldiers were hit in the cheek by stray bullets and fell next to an ammunition box.

The cornerstone players kicked them to the back and replaced them with backup shooters.

A piercing shriek, tearing through the atmosphere, echoed from the sky.

Three thousand Dhaka jets swooped down from the clouds.

The fuselage was rough, the wings were asymmetrical, and the surface was painted with glaring red paint. The underside of the fuselage was covered with rusty missiles, large-caliber cannons, and various bombs that looked like they could fall at any moment.

The tail thrusters spew out black smoke and flames.

They fly very fast.

Because the orcs believed that red was faster.

With the power of WAAAGH!, this absurd logic is coming into play in reality.

Three thousand Dhaka jets formed a death curtain, skimming at extremely low altitudes over the outer defenses of the hive capital.

The six-barrel gun assembly spun wildly.

Millions of large-caliber depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive warheads, and a jumble of scrap metal projectiles rained down on the first layer of composite trenches.

The concrete structure crumbled.

The ceramic steel armor plate was penetrated after being hit repeatedly.

The PDF soldiers deployed on the first line of defense met their demise.

The bullet tore through the bulletproof armor.

The body broke apart under the tearing force of kinetic energy.

The walls of the trenches were covered with wreckage and blood.

A PDF machine gun emplacement was completely wiped out, and 27 soldiers were turned into mincemeat in two seconds.

Another firing point was hit by an orc rocket, and the explosion sent sandbags, gun racks and shooters flying.

The first line of defense has developed large gaps.

The line-filling force, composed of cornerstone suicide soldiers, immediately took over.

They picked up their explosive guns, ignoring the dense hail of bullets overhead, and began firing precise, mechanical bursts.

Every time the trigger is pulled, the head of one of the orcs charging at the front explodes.

But the green tide is too thick.

Kill the front row, then fill in the back row.

When the Dhaka Jet's missiles destroyed the bunker, the Cornerstone Death Knights activated their self-destruct fuses and lunged at the Orc Boys who were charging into the trenches.

boom!

The secondary explosion occurred inside the trench.

Seven or eight orcs were torn apart by the explosion.

More orcs continued to pour in, stepping over the corpses of their own kind.

The first line of defense collapsed completely within ten minutes.

Lawson watched as the first red line on the hologram went out, his expression unchanged.

That defensive line was originally designed to be consumed.

Its mission is to kill, delay, lure, and deplete the orcs' initial wave energy.

Now, it has completed its mission.

Endless orc infantrymen trampled over the corpses of PDF and Keystone Death Knights, surging into the second line of defense's firing range.

"Air defense array, engage!"

Five thousand Hydra anti-aircraft tanks on the mid-level platform of the hive simultaneously raised their gun barrels.

Swarm intelligence connects all radars in parallel.

Lock onto the Dhaka jets that were darting erratically through the sky.

Tracer bullets wove a dense web of fire across the dark sky.

The orc jets flying at low altitude were hit one after another.

The engine caught fire.

The wing broke off.

The fuselage tumbled and disintegrated in mid-air.

The out-of-control aircraft, trailing black smoke, crashed into the orcish charging formation below, triggering a violent chain of explosions that killed a large number of green-skinned lads.

Several Dhaka jets attempted to fly close to the ruins of the hive city to evade anti-aircraft fire.

Swarm intelligence allows us to anticipate their aggressive flight paths in advance.

Instead of pursuing the fuselage, a group of Hydra turrets strafed the airspace ahead.

The orc pilot laughed as he charged into the barrage of bullets.

The machine was riddled with holes on the spot.

However, there were too many Dhaka jets, and their flight paths were completely illogical.

Powered by WAAAGH! energy, they forcefully ascend, tumble, and dive through the dense air defense network, then continue to unleash firepower on the ground, attempting to tear open a gap in the second line of defense.

Lawson looked toward the flight deck.