Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They were met by four combat personnel and a T-series heavy engineer.

It raised its industrial cutting arm and shoved one of the purebloods directly into the wall, the cutting beam piercing through its chest and back.

Another gene stealer lunged at the combat suicide soldier, was blown over by a close-range stun grenade, and then had its limbs chopped off by a power axe.

Fourth, the water purification branch pipe.

The Starblood cultists successfully released smoke, attempting to lure the defenders with a false heat source.

The battle sequence was not misled by the heat source.

They adopted a swarm intelligence approach, sharing all sensors and simultaneously comparing voiceprints, air pressure, vibrations, genetic responses, and heat sources.

The mannequins were ignored.

The hybrids that were actually clinging to the pipe walls were pinned down by armor-piercing bullets.

By the end of the first night, the Poor Prince had lost over two thousand Starblood cultists, hundreds of hybrids, and more than twenty pureblood vanguard individuals.

They haven't grasped the core of water treatment.

The revered father, Zulong, sensed the bloodline breaking deep underground, but did not give up immediately.

The second night, the attack became even more insidious.

They no longer flock in in large numbers.

Instead, a small number of high-generation hybrids disguised themselves as mechanical repairmen, carrying genuine authorization marks, and attempted to enter from the upper maintenance platform.

This time, the team leader was even able to recite a complete binary greeting.

It was draped in a red robe, half of its face replaced with a prosthetic body, and mechanical professorial codes scrolling in its prosthetic eyes.

Outside the twelfth maintenance bridge of the elevator tower, it addressed the access control machine servant: "In the name of Om Messiah, perform a pressure pump unit verification."

Access control passed, inner door opened.

Then it saw ten combatants standing behind the door.

The high-generation mixed-race man remained silent for a moment.

Then, its red robe exploded, and all four arms simultaneously drew weapons.

Its reaction was extremely fast; a plasma pistol pierced through the shoulder armor of the most recently engaged suicide soldier, a prosthetic limb flung out a poison blade, and the other hand pressed against the remote detonator.

The combat sequence is faster.

A combat soldier stepped forward, grabbed its head, and pressed it to the ground.

Samples are extracted from the gene sniffing node.

"A high-generation hybrid, possessing the cybernetic disguise of a mechanical cult."

"Report to Bi'an and investigate the source of the authorization code."

Fifteen minutes later, three peripheral technical priests, twenty-seven maintenance dispatchers, and four heads of prosthetic workshops from the Hongbei District were captured by the Bi'an.

After one of the technical priests had his abdominal cavity opened, a purple parasitic tissue embedded in his spine was revealed.

The mechanical repairman's representative was so angry that he screamed for a full three minutes.

Duan Yu only asked one question.

"Can you cooperate with the investigation?"

The sage of the Mechanic Order immediately replied, "I'll cooperate."

On the third night, the poor prince abandoned his pretense and attempted to force his way in.

They used a large nest that had been hidden underground in the Hongbei section of the river for many years.

Aberrant malformation open path.

The pure-blooded gene stealer bursts in from the pipe cavity.

The Starblood cultists used mining lasers and heavy explosive guns to suppress the enemy.

A large number of hybrids blocked the automatic turret's firing range with their bodies, trying to buy a few seconds for the following troops.

They did indeed crash into a machine room at the bottom of the Great Ohm Messiah elevator tower.

There is a large enough space there for them to unfold.

The leading gene-stealer bishop emitted a psionic shriek, attempting to disrupt the defenders' consciousness.

The shriek spread halfway before being suppressed by the endogenous psionic barrier.

The spiritual power of the ethnic bishop is like a needle piercing an iron plate.

The combat sequence opened fire simultaneously from the three-story platform of the server room.

Heavy explosives rained down from above.

The thermal ray cut open Aberrant's chest.

The automatic turret blocks the exit.

The foundation engineering team opened the backup pressure relief valve, and high-pressure water mist instantly poured into the machine room, disrupting the hybrid species' vision but not affecting the shared positioning of the bee colony.

Several combat suicide soldiers jumped into the water mist.

The short-handled power axe gleamed in the fog.

A pureblood gene stealer broke through the enemy fire and pounced on the control panel.

Its claw tip is only half a meter away from the main valve.

A gray-black combat unit appeared directly from behind and blocked its way.

Hold its two main arms with both hands and press your knees against its abdomen.

Two companions behind him fired simultaneously.

The pureblood's head exploded.

The combatant glanced down at the crack in his chest, then turned and continued fighting.

The main nests that the poor prince had invested in were gradually crushed.

They are familiar with confined spaces, underground environments, ambushes, and kinship networks.

Combat sequences are also suitable for confined spaces.

The advantage of the poor prince has become a joke here.

By the end of the third day, the cornerstone sequence began to advance in reverse.

The cunning strategist tried to wear down the Empire by using blood ties and underground tunnels, but Lawson countered by using blockades and slaughterhouses to wear down its elite forces.

Deep underground in the Hongbei District, the Venerable Father Ancestral Dragon received the last batch of psionic echoes.

No assault team reached the core layer.

It invested a large number of high-value offspring in this operation.

Pureblood individuals, ethnic bishops, high-generation mixed-race individuals, and long-lurking secret agents of the Mechanicus Order—all perished in that elevator tower.

The Great Ohm Messiah elevator tower is still in operation.

The water flow continues to transport water to the Hongbei section.

During wartime, the seal and emblem of the ruling court still supersede all authority over water resources.

For the first time, the revered father, Zulong, realized that it was the hook that Lawson had used to catch it.

If you keep biting, you'll only keep bleeding.

A moment later, the revered ancestral dragon issued a command through the bloodline network.

retreat! !

All remaining nests abandoned their attack on the Great Ohm Messiah Ascent Tower and retreated underground into silence.

The Motwald hive is one of the few places on Vigilant Star that can still be called "prosperous".

In the industrial world of Vigilant Star, a place lacking water, food, and order, the word "wealth" itself carries a bloody stench.

Motwald is controlled by members of the Agamemnus family.

This is home to Vigilant Star's most famous longevity treatment center.

Before the Great Rift tears the galaxy apart, nobles from various star sectors arrive here aboard luxurious ships bearing their family crests. They bring gold bars, antiques, servants, rare potions, planetary bonds, and military contracts, all in an effort to prolong their lives in the healing towers of Mortwald.

Regenerating organs, purifying blood, and delaying nerve degeneration.

The rich use their wealth to buy time.

Lower-level workers sell their time to life extension centers.

Motwald also produces food.

Vast biological domes cover the periphery of the nesting city, nurturing forests extend beneath the steel framework, and agricultural factories operate day and night, processing algae, synthetic bacteria, protein clusters, insect fat, and nutrient mud into distributable rations.

These things sound undignified.

But for the Vigilant Star, these were more important than the longevity beds of the nobles.

Water determines how many days a nest can last.

The food will determine whether it eats itself on the seventh day.

After the War of the Beasts began, Mortwald suffered prolonged attacks from the Greenskins.

Orcs continued to assault the outer layer of the hive city from the eastern wasteland, while hordes of racers and bone saw machines appeared, treating the biological domes as fun, fragile shells to smash into.

Every time the green trains stormed into agricultural areas, the damage was not just the destruction of a few factories, but the food shortage for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people for the next few months.

Worse still, riots instigated by the poor prince continued to erupt in the southern nest district.

The lower-level workers smashed open the grain silo.

The mixed-race individuals took advantage of the chaos to assassinate the ration officer.

The contaminated militiamen detonated explosives at the nutrition processing plant.

Some of the riot slogans sounded even like the despair of ordinary civilians.

"Give us water!"