Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The three psionic necromancers turned to him simultaneously.

Endogenous psionic energy was suppressed.

The teleportation rune had just lit up when it went out as if its core wires had been pulled.

Sehemos grunted, and a wisp of blue fire flowed from under his helmet.

"Damn it."

He switched to a direct attack.

A bolt of psionic lightning struck the front-line combat soldiers.

Jia-98 turned to the side, with two psionic assassins behind him raising shields.

Lightning struck the shield, exploding into a blinding blue light.

The ice surface cracked from the heat.

The combat suicide soldiers behind the shield did not fall.

Instead, three snipers simultaneously locked onto Sehemos.

The Thousand-Child Wizard sensed danger.

He attempted to use the predicted trajectory deviation.

It is foreseeable that the entire field of vision is filled with noise generated by swarm intelligence.

The thirty psychic warriors weren't competing with him to see who was better at casting spells.

They are dragging him into a real battlefield where there is no warp advantage.

The sniper bullet struck his shoulder armor, grazed his helmet, and took away a piece of gold trim.

Sehemos was forced to retreat.

His anger began to rise.

The Thousand Sons Legion hates this kind of battle the most.

They excel at manipulating the battlefield, predicting enemy actions, warping time, and teleporting troops.

Melt heavy armor with magical flames, and block artillery fire with psionic shields.

Let the Red Knights advance like an ancient army that knows no fear.

But these gray-black warriors don't follow the rules they're familiar with.

Don't be fooled by illusions.

They should not form a group that is easily wiped out by witchcraft.

The wizard raised his hand, and an endogenous psionic energy suppressed him.

The Red Warriors were trying to advance steadily when their internal dust and sand were disrupted by high-frequency shockwaves.

I want to teleport away, but the passage is locked.

The attempt to create a flaw by misaligning time was immediately marked by the swarm of bees as soon as the time fluctuation began, and it was immediately subjected to concentrated fire.

A squad of red-letter warriors charged close to the enemy under heavy fire, and their Hellfire Bombs pierced through the armor of two front-line combat suicide soldiers in succession.

A thousand-child wizard seized a fleeting moment and used psionic flames to burn through a folding automatic cannon.

Another wizard summoned a crystal blade array, forcing Jia-98 to retreat seven steps.

On the ice, the gray-black warriors also fell.

Some combat soldiers had their chests burned through by witchcraft flames.

The psionic assassin was bleeding from both his nose and the corners of his eyes, clearly indicating that he was under too much pressure.

The Seventh Armored Group of the Astronauts re-established firepower in the rear, but two Lemanrus vehicles were still destroyed by the Thousand Sons from a distance.

This was a tough battle.

But the Thousand Sons Army was extremely frustrated by the hardship.

The glacial battlefield quickly turned into a rhythmic peeling away of skin.

The front-line combat formation used shield walls and heavy weapons to suppress the red-letter warriors.

The psionic assassin has locked onto the Thousand Sons Wizard.

Snipers and the Hot Melt team specialize in targeting rune nodes.

The key engineering nodes are equipped with static blockade anchor points at the rear to prevent the enemy from suddenly opening secret passages for retreat.

Sehemos finally realized that if the fighting continued, the entire force would be wiped out.

He gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Withdraw the network channel."

Several Thousand Sons Wizards simultaneously turned back towards the ice crack they had come from.

The scepter lit up.

The blue-gold runes are attempting to reopen the secret entrance.

The thirty psionic warriors turned around almost simultaneously.

Swarm intelligence concentrates all its suppressive power at the network entrance.

Beneath the ice, the cracks that had just lit up suddenly went dark.

The Thousand Wizards were like a group of flames preparing to flee back to the tower, only to be doused with a bucket of cold water at the door.

"No!"

A young wizard roared.

He tried to forcibly tear open the passage.

The next second, A-98 raised his hand.

"Kill the wizard first."

Heavy firepower shift.

The remaining artillery crews of Leman Russ also seized the opportunity.

Commissar Vesik stood beside the burning tank, brandishing his chainsaw sword and roaring, "Gunners! See those people in the dunce caps? Bomb them!"

One of the battle cannons fired.

The shell struck the psionic shield.

The shield did not shatter immediately, but the three psionic necromancers took the opportunity to increase the pressure.

The shield cracked.

The heat rays from the battle sequence pierced through the crack and burned through the wizard's chest.

His soul exploded with a scream, and the surrounding red-letter warriors froze instantly, as if their command lines had been pulled out.

The second wizard's helmet was shattered by a sniper bullet.

The third person attempted to teleport using fire, but was suppressed by endogenous psionic energy. Two combat assassins then closed in, slashing the scepter in half with an axe and piercing the mask with a spear.

Seeing his companions fall one by one, Thehemos finally lost his composure.

He raised his scepter to A-98.

"You soulless imposters!"

Jia-98 braved the wind and snow to walk towards him.

"Better than you empty shells."

Sehemos roared, and psionic flames transformed into a giant serpent that lunged forward.

Jia-98 pierced through the flames, his short-handled power axe slashing horizontally.

Sehemos dodged to the side and swung his scepter back at Sehemos.

The two crossed paths.

Jia-98's left shoulder was cracked by the scepter, and psionic flames poured into the armor along the crack.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, his right hand holding the explosive pistol close to Sehemos's abdominal armor, firing three shots in quick succession.

Bang bang bang!

The Thousand-Child Wizard was forced to retreat by the blast.

He tried to cast another spell, but a psychic assassin behind him blocked the exit of his soul.

A-98 stepped forward.

The power axe cleaved into the neck armor.

The helmet of Sehemos flew off.

Blue flames erupted from the severed neck, then were dispersed by the wind and snow.

The wizard fell.

The remaining red-letter warriors completely lost hope of evacuation.

An empty shell has no fear, nor will it surrender.

They mechanically raise their guns, fire, advance, fall, and then continue crawling with their remaining limbs.

The battle sequence is beginning to wrap up.

The Astronauts watching from the rear felt their scalps tingle.

The red-letter warriors they had just been unable to stop with their lives were now being dismantled step by step by the Marker's battle sequence.

A tank crewman whispered, "They're fighting like the quartermaster is inspecting goods."

Political Commissar Visik, who was standing nearby, heard this.

"At least the Quartermaster Department has never been this efficient."

The last Red Knight, with both legs broken, still held his gun.