Warhammer: Empire Reboot

An invisible barrier with a radius of two hundred kilometers was instantly deployed.

The connection between subspace energy and the real universe was forcibly severed.

The green WAAAGH! energy mist that filled the battlefield vanished instantly, as if sucked dry by a fan.

The monster boys suffer a devastating neurological backlash.

The psionic energy accumulated within them lost its resonance with the subspace and exploded directly inside their cranial cavities.

boom! boom! boom!

The heads of dozens of orc psionicists exploded simultaneously.

The headless corpse lay in the mud.

Space distorted and disappeared.

Kinetic energy deflection caused the shield to collapse.

The outer WAAAGH! shield of the Ancient Giant Machine flickered a few times, then shattered into green light fragments.

Grazag sensed a sudden vacuum in the surrounding energy.

It looked up and saw Lawson suspended in mid-air.

That was a human being much smaller than it.

But Grazag sensed the killing intent.

This made it even angrier.

The warlike genes within the orc warlords overwhelmed their reason.

It discarded its twin-barreled rapid-fire cannons and activated its rear-mounted fuel engine at full power.

The exhaust pipe spewed out several meters of black flame.

The eight-meter-tall, heavily armored behemoth swung its powerful hydraulic shears and leaped toward Lawson, who was in mid-air.

"Come on, little can! I'm going to twist you in half!"

It let out a battle cry that shattered eardrums, demanding a one-on-one duel with Lawson.

Lawson watched as the enormous creature pounced on him.

He raised his left hand.

A miniature black hole, the size of a millstone, is visualized in front of the palm of your hand.

Lawson's wrist twitched slightly.

The black hole landed precisely on Grazag's head.

The extreme gravitational field instantly stripped that area of ​​light.

The heavy armor on the warlord's head emitted a piercing metallic cracking sound as it was pulled apart by gravity.

Its vision was plunged into absolute darkness.

All sound in the eardrum is captured by gravity.

The gravity-sensing organs are completely out of balance.

Grazag lost all his senses.

It hangs in mid-air, its power clamps blindly slashing, only able to tear the air apart.

Lawson plummeted down, avoiding the warlord's indiscriminate attack.

The dark gold blade of the Angron Battle Axe sliced ​​through the air.

The tomahawk sliced ​​into Grazag's neck from the side.

The ten-centimeter-thick scrap iron neck armor, the tough fungal muscles, and the thick cervical vertebrae were severed in two under extreme kinetic energy.

The black hole dissipated.

The orc warlord's enormous head shot skyward.

The headless corpse, having lost its power source, crashed heavily into the mud. The hydraulic shears emitted a final hiss and ceased operation.

The charging orcs witnessed their most powerful warlord being beheaded in a single blow.

The mental collapse caused by the WAAAGH!, coupled with the physical impact of the Supreme Leader's death, completely shattered the Greenskin army's tactical coherence.

The orcish charge came to an abrupt halt.

The front-row orcs were thrown into chaos.

The orcs in the back row couldn't stop their momentum and crashed into their brethren in front, starting to trample them.

The guard leaders were stunned for a moment, then roared at each other, vying for command.

This is normal for orcs.

But on the battlefield, that moment can be deadly.

Lawson slung the battle axe over his shoulder and connected to the global tactical channel.

"Full formation, counter-charge."

Thirty thousand Xiongwei soldiers raised their powered giant hammers and crossed the trenches.

One hundred thousand suicide soldiers abandoned their fixed firing positions and pushed forward with multi-barreled assault guns.

More than ten million Cornerstone Sequences and PDF remnants roared in fury, following behind the Death Squad and beginning a full-scale reaping.

Xiong Wei charged into the elite orc ranks.

The power hammer smashed the boss's head.

The hot melt gun burned through the cockpit of the killing tank.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Flying Bears swooped down and launched the Shattering Spikes again, piercing through the armor layers of the remaining Ancient Giants after they lost their shields.

The surface battle on Castis-VI has entered a meat grinder phase.

The periphery of near-Earth orbit.

Inside the bridge of the Gothic-class heavy cruiser USS Avenger, the swarm tactical node received confirmation of a surface decapitation strike from Lawson.

"Target cleared."

"Boarding procedure initiated."

The side armor plates of the USS Avenger and fifty escort ships were all open.

Hundreds of boarding torpedoes ignited their propulsion systems.

These armored cones, tens of meters long, pierced through the vacuum at extremely high speeds, hurtling towards the battle moon, which had lost its commander.

The anti-aircraft fire on the surface of the moon remained dense, but had become chaotic and disorganized.

The orc gunners were still firing indiscriminately at the ground, the fleet, other flying vehicles, and even a few meteorites.

A large number of boarding torpedoes successfully broke through the fire network.

The Avenger's light spears suppressed the largest turrets on the moon.

The Sword-class corvettes, from a distance, unleashed a salvo of their main guns, shattering the protruding firing positions on the hull.

The Firestorm-class frigate concentrated its bow firepower on the designated boarding area, forcibly tearing through the defensive fortifications on the armored layer.

The first boarding torpedoes hit Combat Moon.

The internal static force field began to flicker.

Thousands of elite assassins, clad in full-body power armor and armed with explosive guns, fuss generators, and chainsaw swords, officially stepped into the internal corridors of the alien planet's engine.

The plan to seize the Orcish War Moon has entered its final stage!

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The light from the static force field flickered within the dark metal passage.

Lawson's body completed the spatial folding, and his feet stepped onto the rough steel plate inside the battle moon.

The steel plate was uneven, and the gravity parameters were so chaotic as to be almost absurd.

The gravity reading on the left bulkhead was three times that of standard Terra gravity, while the right passageway was close to zero.

Several orc corpses floated in mid-air, then crashed to the ground after passing through some invisible boundary, their bones and scrap metal armor shattering simultaneously.

Any Astral Army commando thrown into this environment would lose their sense of direction within five minutes.

There are no standard up or down passages here.

The concept of walls and floors is shattered here by the Orc Techies with a wrench.

The crudely made cables, like exposed blood vessels, hung in mid-air.

The gears and pistons were embedded in the wall, producing a deafening grinding sound.

The howls of orcs echoed in the distance, while nearby, some enormous machine was breathing erratically.

A glimmer of light appeared in Lawson's eyes.

Endogenous psionic matrix unfolds.

Within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, every pipeline, every blind end, every heat source, and every waste fortress is projected into the swarm thinking.

1081 living metal shadow blades detached from the gaps in the armor.

"Disperse."

They tore through the air, making a sharp, whistling sound.

The shadow blade meandered through the narrow pipes, spreading in all directions along the vents, cable trays, drain holes, and gravity anomalies.

Five hundred meters ahead, a circular hall was filled with hundreds of left-behind orc boys and several massive orc mastermen.

They are trying to cram several crude plasma bombs into a main power supply pipe.