Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Gunner, blast those empty shells of heretics to smithereens!"

The tank group began to counterattack.

A Leman Russ hit a red-letter warrior head-on, blasting him into shreds of armor and dust.

The infantry platoon set up heavy weapons behind the icy ditch, and laser beams pierced through the wind and snow, striking the breastplates of the soldiers with red lettering.

The Thousand-Child Wizard raised his hand.

A runic barrier rose from the ice surface.

The shell struck the barrier and exploded in mid-air, scattering fragments and flames to the side.

Another wizard chanted a spell in a low voice.

Time is out of sync in certain areas.

Even though a Leman Russ cannon had locked onto its target, the Red Warrior's position seemed to have been moved half a step ahead of time when the shell left the barrel.

The shells missed.

Immediately afterwards, the magical flames fell.

The tank was melted from the muzzle all the way into the hull.

The train commander was still yelling into the channel when his voice suddenly turned into static.

The ordinary soldiers are still fighting; the water source is just behind them.

If they collapse, the Antarctic water supply line will be seized by the Thousand Sons Legion.

The soldiers of the Astronautical Army may not understand grand strategies, but they do understand one thing.

We must not lose the water.

Political Commissar Visik jumped off the tank, stepped onto the ice, and drew his chainsaw sword.

"Seventh Armored Group!"

"Anyone who retreats even one step will be executed as a defector!"

"Those who take a step forward, the Emperor will remember you!"

An infantryman with half his face burned cursed, "Political Commissar, if the Emperor can't remember, could you write one down for him?"

Visik kicked him.

"Survive and write it yourself."

The red-letter warriors pressed forward.

Hellfire grenade launcher salvo.

The ice surface was blasted with rows of cracks.

The magical flames exploded between the tanks, and one Lemanrus after another burned.

The Astral Army used flesh and steel to hold back the enemy.

But they were, after all, just mortals.

Faced with the Red Letter warriors and wizards of the Thousand Sons Legion, all they could do was stall for time.

That's brave enough.

It was tragic enough.

Just as the third Lemanrus was melted down into scrap metal, a ghostly blue static field lit up behind the glacier.

A combatant in gray-black armor stepped forward.

The entire Agrippina combat formation unfolded amidst the wind and snow.

Team leader number A-98.

"Seventh Armored Group, retreat 200 meters and regroup your firepower."

Commissar Vesker turned his head and saw those gray-black warriors.

I breathed a sigh of relief; finally, it happened!

"Did you hear me? Retreat two hundred meters! Don't block friendly fire!"

The remnants of the Astral Army quickly retreated.

The appearance of those gray-black warriors made everyone realize that the Marksman's reinforcements had arrived.

A-98 looks at the red-lettered warrior ahead.

Swarm mind had already crammed the enemy numbers, wizard positions, red-letter warrior firepower density, glacial crevasses, wind direction, and water source structures into his consciousness.

This time, the swarm assigned thirty psionic assassins to his team.

Thirty psionic warriors stood in a semi-circular formation, their icy blue eyes shining through their goggles.

The wizard Sehemos immediately noticed something was wrong.

A-98 raised his hand.

“Suppress the wizard.”

Thirty psionic warriors simultaneously deployed an endogenous psionic barrier.

The air above the glacier suddenly felt heavy.

The spells the Thousand Wizards were casting felt like someone was pressing a hand on their throats.

The runic flames dimmed.

Local time misalignment caused the system to start jittering.

The prophecy foretells a large blank space in the field of vision.

The scepter in Sehmos's hand trembled violently.

"They are isolating the subspace."

Another wizard's voice was filled with anger: "This is blasphemy!"

A-Ninety-Eight sneered.

"You dare to call yourselves blasphemers?"

He raised his explosive gun.

"Be mindful of your actions."

"The Thousand Sons Legion's power armor is the cleanest, which is why the BOSS likes it."

The battle sequence clearly understands what this sentence means.

The Death Guard's armor is full of pus, tumors, rotting flesh, and the Blessed Nurgle; disassembling it is like retrieving a can from a septic tank.

The World Eater armor is covered in bloodstains, remnants of the Butcher's Nails, and the mark of Khorne, making it difficult to cleanse.

The Black Legion has too many impurities, including all sorts of chaotic modifications.

The Thousand Sons Legion is different.

The power armor of the Red Letter Warrior is basically filled with sand.

Once the spells and runes are washed away, the internal dust and sand are cleaned, and the living metal is reconnected, the modification is easier than many captured armors.

It's truly a breath of fresh air in the world of Chaos equipment recycling.

Sehemos had no idea what A-98 was thinking.

If he knew, he would probably be even angrier than if he were being suppressed by psychic energy.

Battle broke out.

The Red Letter warriors raised their Hellfire Bombs and fired in unison.

A hail of purple-blue bullets rained down on the gray-black battle formation.

The front-line combat soldiers erected folding shields, while the rear-line heavy weapons teams set them up on the spot.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The psionic bombs struck the shield and ice surface, exploding into bursts of blue flames.

These munitions are enough to tear apart ordinary people and lightly armed Astartes, but the armor of the combat sequence is reinforced with living metal splices and chitinous inner armor, making it far more durable than the conventional ones.

The first counterattack was launched with high-frequency sonic oscillation bombs.

This type of ammunition is generally ineffective against ordinary Chaos Space Marines, but it is very difficult to deal with Red Letter Marines.

The interior of the Rubrick shell is filled with dust and remnants of the soul, and it relies on witchcraft and incantations to maintain its movement.

The high-frequency oscillating bullets struck the carapace, but they couldn't kill them completely. Instead, they caused the internal dust and sand to become unbalanced, and the rune circuits to become temporarily disordered.

Bang bang bang!

Several red-letter warriors paused in their movements.

They were a beat slower in raising their guns.

The battle sequence seized this half-beat.

The armor-piercing bombs precisely struck the joints, neck armor, backpack, and the core of the chest runes.

A red-letter warrior's breastplate was pierced, and golden dust inside spewed out, scattering into a shimmering spectacle in the wind and snow.

Another person had his right arm broken, and his Hellfire Bomb Gun fell onto the ice. Just as he was about to pick it up with his left hand, his helmet was burned through by a molten short gun.

Jia-98 glanced at it.

"Don't break it into too many pieces."

One of the combat suicide soldiers switched to low-power armor-piercing mode.

"confirm."

The Thousand Sons Wizard attempted to retaliate.

Sehemos raised his scepter high, and a ring of swirling fiery eyes appeared behind him.

He planned to tear open a small portal to send the red-letter warriors behind him to the flank of the battle sequence.