Warhammer: Empire Reboot

All they knew was that the enemy had retreated, leaving an open space ahead, filled with the corpses of their own kind, burning scrap metal, craters from explosions, and a battlefield noisy enough.

This is exactly what the green-skinned people want.

The orc boys rushed into the man-made open area.

The killer canister dragged its chainsaw into the crater.

Several undamaged Deathbringers creaked and groaned as they pressed towards the Imperial positions.

Lawson watched them enter the preset range.

"Full array, firepower coverage of the central area."

The earth-shaking artillery positions in the middle layer of the hive city opened fire first.

Following this were the remaining PDF heavy firepower positions on the surface, fixed artillery groups in the battle sequence, and some of the firepower drawn from the railgun array.

Lawson dumped all his reserves of incendiary bombs, high-explosive bombs, and plasma munitions into this five-kilometer-wide meat grinder.

High-explosive shells sent orcs flying in droves.

Promethium incendiary bombs rolled across the pile of corpses, flames spreading along the orcs' grease, fungal tissue, and scrap metal armor.

Millions of orcs were blown to pieces, burned, and crushed into mincemeat under heavy artillery fire.

The severed limbs and internal organs were thrown into the air by the shock wave.

The battlefield noise was so loud that even the mid-level platforms of the Nest City were shaking.

This extremely harsh environment emitted intense, almost blinding, WAAAGH! energy fluctuations.

In near-Earth orbit, a violent subspace resonance erupted inside the battle moon.

Lawson looked up.

"They've taken the bait."

Inside the battle moon.

The orc warlord Grazag Starclaw sat on a throne welded from scrap metal, warship armor plates, engine parts, and countless skulls.

Its command center resembles a smoky, scrap metal cave.

The bastards were running around dragging ammunition boxes and tools.

Several strange young boys jumped around the central teleportation array, uttering incoherent curses.

Grazag is over eight meters tall and is the most powerful orc warlord on this battle moon.

Its teeth were like short swords, and it had an old scar on its face that ran from its left eye to its jaw. Dozens of the skulls of defeated leaders and a flattened imperial helmet hung around its neck.

It overlooks the landscape.

That basin, completely covered by artillery fire, was not death in its eyes, but paradise.

Swarms of orcs charged in, only to be blown to bits.

The imperial canned goods huddled in the back, as if waiting for it to make its own entrance.

The fungal blood within Grazag's body was boiling violently.

This level of chaotic melee is exactly the kind of entertainment it craves.

It kicked aside the communication specialist next to it, extended its hydraulic clamps, and pressed the start lever of the main teleportation array.

"I want to go myself!"

The monster boys immediately screamed.

"The boss is going to chop down the biggest one!"

"Boss, go smash those cans on the ground!"

"WAAAGH!"

At the center of the surface defense line, a dark green beam of light, hundreds of meters in diameter, illuminated.

The laws of space were brutally torn apart.

The pungent ozone and static electricity exploded simultaneously.

The orc warlord Grazag Starclaw led the highest fighting force on the Battle Moon, descending directly into the heart of the most intense meat grinder under heavy fire.

Its entire body is covered in super-heavy power armor hand-hammered from warship armor plates.

His right arm was modified into a three-meter-long power hydraulic clamp, with a half-eaten metal helmet still hanging on the clamp teeth.

He was carrying a twin-mounted rapid-fire cannon, which was modified from four large cannon barrels, in his left hand.

The cannon barrel is longer than many ordinary armored vehicles, and its surface is engraved with orc graffiti and the crude symbol "Daka More".

Accompanying Grazag on the teleportation were hundreds of equally massive heavy-armored guard leaders.

They were dressed in heavy scrap metal armor and carried power axes, chainsaw hammers, explosive shotguns, and giant machetes.

In addition, there were dozens of strange boys wielding metal staffs.

These orc psionicists had bulging eyes, chattering teeth, and a green glow emanating from beneath their skin.

Where the green light dissipated, several super-heavy ancient giant machines, each forty meters tall, were revealed.

They resemble iron-clad mountains covered in weapons.

It has a giant cannon in its abdomen that can fire projectiles the size of houses.

The arms are equipped with chainsaws tens of meters long and multi-tube rocket pods.

Its back was haphazardly covered with exhaust pipes, iron flags, and orc heads.

The arrival of the warlords instantly ignited the entire battlefield.

The orc army, which had been suppressed by artillery fire, suddenly unleashed a speed of attack that was many times faster.

WAAAGH! Energy condenses into a tangible green electric arc in the air.

The giant machine strode forward with its tracks and mechanical legs, crushing into the Xiongwei position.

Lawson locked onto those ancient giant machines.

"Flying Bear Formation, eliminate the super-heavy target."

The three hundred Flying Bear heavy anti-gravity assault motorcycles hovering in the air immediately adjusted their posture.

Xiong Da pulled up the front of the car and locked onto the giant machine at the very front.

The giant cannon on the belly of the ancient machine had begun charging, its muzzle aimed at a supply node behind the second line of defense.

The motorcycle's underbody mounting point is activated.

A Worldbreaker tactical missile detaches from its mounting bracket.

It spewed out a blinding plasma tail flame and slammed into the giant machine at Mach 4.

A rough energy shield flickered around the ancient giant machine.

That wasn't the Imperial standard Void Shield, but rather the WAAAGH! Shield maintained by the Monster Boy and the Scrap Generator.

The shattering spikes struck the surface of the shield.

The warhead's built-in field disintegrator is activated.

The physical impact, combined with energy neutralization, instantly tore a ten-meter-diameter gap in the shield.

The first World-Shattering Nail exhausted its kinetic energy and disintegrated in mid-air.

The second World-Shattering Spike followed immediately, piercing through the gap and precisely embedding itself in the chest armor of the Ancient Giant Machine.

The warhead penetrated a three-meter-thick scrap metal plate and detonated inside the aircraft.

The forty-meter-tall war machine emitted a piercing metallic twisting sound before breaking in two from the inside, crashing to the ground and causing a small earthquake.

Hundreds of orc boys who couldn't get out of the way were crushed to death on the spot.

The Flying Bear formation turned its aircraft around, preparing to launch a decapitation strike against the orc warlord.

Big Bear locked onto Grazag's massive body.

Tactical missiles hurtled toward the warlord with a whistling sound.

Dozens of freakish boys surrounding Grazag simultaneously raised their metal staffs.

The WAAAGH! energy in the air was instantly drained.

The space ahead was violently distorted.

The missile's trajectory was forcibly altered, grazing Grazag's shoulder armor before landing on an open field a kilometer away, creating a crater tens of meters deep.

The Flying Bear formation dropped conventional molten metal bombs one after another.

The monster boys cast their spell again, raising a semi-transparent kinetic energy deflection shield above the warlord's head.

The bomb is either deflected or detonated prematurely upon contact with the shield, thus failing to cause any real damage to Grazag.

Grazag raised his twin-barreled rapid-fire cannon and began firing wildly at the Flying Bear motorcycle in the air.

Large-caliber depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds struck the bottom armor and force field shield of the Flying Bear motorcycle, sending up a shower of sparks.

One of the Flying Bears was hit repeatedly, triggering an overload alarm on its shield. The driver immediately increased the altitude to escape the line of fire.

Grazag let out an excited roar, pointing towards the Imperial defenses.

"Charge! Smash those cans! I want the biggest head!"

Ancient Giant Machine, Heavy Armor Guard Leader, and Orc Boy followed and ran wildly.

Lawson shut down the tactical sandbox.

He pulled the Angron Battle Axe out of the floor where it was stuck upside down.

His figure vanished instantly.

Grazag was wielding hydraulic shears, preparing to tear open the Bear Guard shield wall in front of him.

The next second, Lawson appeared out of thin air, landing thirty meters in mid-air from the warlord.

The endogenous psionic matrix is ​​operating at full power.

"Psionic Silence Across the Spheres".