Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The gene-sniffing node approached her, paused for a moment, and then moved away.

[Standard human genome. No alien contamination.]

……

At the same time, deep underground.

In the hidden lair of the commoner prince, the revered ancestral dragon opened his eyes.

Its body was perched beneath an abandoned mine shrine, with four deformed arms extending from its back, a towering skull, and a purple carapace that gleamed moistly in the dim light.

Countless hybrids knelt around it.

Deeper inside, there were countless egg sacs, piles of bones, stolen Imperial weapons, modified mining machinery, and Starblood cultists with twisted piety.

The revered father, Zulong, felt an unprecedented pain.

Its offspring, which were placed on the upper levels of Saint Harbor, are disappearing in large numbers.

The high-generation hybrids it had cultivated over generations, those human faces that could sit in parliament reciting imperial laws, use seals to slow down armies, and shut down shields with a single word, are being eradicated in droves.

The venerable father dragon let out a low hiss.

The sound traveled along the underground pipes, seeping into the dreams of every commoner prince's follower.

【revenge.】

【recapture.】

[To shed blood on the day of ascension.]

Deep within the desolate area, an entire nest was awakened.

This place has long since fallen into the hands of a commoner prince.

On the day the shield failed, the Imperial garrison was attacked from both sides by the orcs and the Order, and was wiped out. Later, this place became one of the Order's most secure ground strongholds.

Hundreds of thousands of Starblood cultists poured out of underground factories, abandoned chapels, mine elevators, and slums.

A mutated hybrid climbed up the wall.

Aberrant's deformed behemoth drags a heavy hammer.

The contaminated militiamen carried heavy mining lasers.

The stolen PDF armored vehicle was painted with the mark of the Four-Armed Emperor.

Their goal is clear.

Rushing to the newly established control point on the outer perimeter of Saint Harbor, disrupting the screening, rescuing the arrested blood relatives, and proving to Lawson that this planet still belongs to the revered Father Dragon.

A fourth-generation mixed-race leader stood on a high platform, wearing a military overcoat stripped from the corpse of a colonel from a PDF, and opened his arms to the believers below.

Brothers and sisters!

"The empire whips you, drains you dry with taxes, and deceives you with the lies of the Corpse King!"

"Now, they've sent a new butcher!"

"They want to kill all our families, burn our bloodline, and steal our day of ascension!"

"Do you agree?"

A thunderous response came from below.

"No way!"

The mixed-race leader raised his clawed arm.

"For the sake of my father!"

"For the Four-Armed God Emperor!"

"for……"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A pale blue static force field lit up within the nest.

All the frenzied shouts were stuck in his throat.

The next second, five hundred combatants stepped out from the light screen.

The moment they appeared, the bomb guns were already firing.

The Starblood cultists in the front row were beaten to a pulp.

Several Aberrant freaks roared and charged forward, crashing head-on into the White Tiger's heavy shield.

The power axe slashed horizontally, the heavy hammer smashed down, and the head rolled into a pool of blood.

Before the mixed-race leader could react, Jia Yi Bai Zhi had already landed on the high platform.

The White Tiger Battle Group Leader's power claws gripped its face.

The mixed-race leader screamed and flailed his limbs, attempting to use psychic energy to send a message to his revered father, the Ancestral Dragon.

Bai Zhi clenched his five fingers.

The skull was fractured.

"Noisy."

Ren Ku's lair was in complete chaos.

The Starblood cultists charged in from all directions.

They thought they would encounter the Astral Army, Imperial forces that needed supplies, firing positions, and formations, and that would be bogged down by burrows and barricades.

Kolosen's combat formation was unlike any enemy they had ever encountered.

A hybrid had just emerged from the ground when it was met with the muzzle of a bomb gun.

An Aberrant raised his heavy hammer to smash into the White Tiger Shield Formation, but was simultaneously restrained by three combat warriors at the joints, and a fourth man chopped into the back of his neck with an axe.

All the routes to the underground lair had been drawn by the foundation sequence during the day.

A day later, the first nest was quiet.

Two days later, the second mine shaft was breached.

Three days later, the egg sac area was purified by flames.

Four days later, the psionic echoes of the entire Renku Nest disappeared.

The last group of hybrids attempted to take civilian relatives hostage, forcing the combat order to cease fire.

The swarm intelligence process completes the scan.

All of those held hostage were relatives of the cult who had been corrupted by blood.

Those are their own people!

The next second, explosives and thermals covered the entire area.

The hybrids, along with their "hostages," were reduced to ashes.

Deep underground, the four hands of the revered ancestral dragon simultaneously pierced the ground.

Ren Ku's nest is gone!!

After Ren Ku's nest was cleared, the system settlement popped up.

Chitin resources: +3,274,000.

More than three million catkins, a considerable harvest.

Ren Ku's lair was merely a claw that the commoner prince extended onto the surface.

The planet Vigilant has a population of 167 billion, and its hive city is so deep that even a company of Astragalus soldiers could not reach the edge of it in three years.

The ancestral dragon has been breeding here for two hundred years, and its bloodline has long since grown into water pipes, labor unions, mines, chapels, noble beds, and military archives.

This kind of enemy cannot be killed by chasing after them.

Inside the wartime command center of Saint Harbor, a three-dimensional cross-section of the entire Vigilant Star was suspended in front of Lawson.

The upper spires represent the privileges of the nobility, the middle-level factories are marked with unions, PDF outposts and transportation lines, and the lower-level mines, sewage areas, old magnetic rails and abandoned pipes are densely covered with bright purple suspicious dots.

Lawson's first order was directed at underground transportation.

From this moment on, the underground transportation system of Vigilant Star is divided into three categories.

The human access route is equipped with identification gates, purification spray systems, gene screening points, and key personnel guarding the perimeter.

The control channel is equipped with listening devices, air pressure sensors, vibration probes, and automatic closing gates for induction, monitoring, and reverse positioning.

The "Death Passage" is a conduit for poison gas, thermal mines, automated turrets, and induction explosive charges. Anyone entering without authorization will be eliminated, regardless of identity.

If a cunning person likes to go through holes, then turn those holes into meat grinders.

The next command is directed to communications.

All old communication frequency bands have been publicly deregistered, but not actually cut off.

All of Lawson's Sequence assassins can access swarm intelligence.

All consciousnesses are interconnected, and commands are delivered instantly.

The so-called channel is just a facade for outsiders.

The commoner prince is so deeply entrenched in the military system that he must possess a large number of old identification codes.

If the old frequency band is cut off immediately, the insects will go silent. As long as the old channel can still ring, they will call for help, mislead, issue false commands, and coordinate riots.

Every lie becomes a coordinate.

The third order targets blood-related networks.

The most insidious aspect of gene-stealers lies not in their claws or burrows, but in their kinship relationships. Husbands, wives, children, mothers, superiors, pastors, and comrades-in-arms can all become the shells for psychic suggestions.

For all confirmed contaminants, trace their lineage back to their parents, down to their children, and horizontally to their spouses, siblings, cohabitants, long-term coworkers, and members of the same church.

First sieve, then grab.

During capture, it is forbidden for people of the same bloodline to gather together.

High-risk families will be transported separately.