Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The bomb struck the Guardian's torso, shattering several gems, but did not cause enough damage to stop it.

Its shield is like a layer of transparent fragrant mist, distorting the trajectory and impact of projectiles.

The flash of the exploding bomb only made it laugh even harder.

"Push harder."

"I like the way you control your anger."

An Ultra Warrior veteran roared as he stepped forward, his power sword aimed at the Great Demon's knee joint.

Another guard charged in from the side, with Storm Shield positioned in front.

Their coordination was precise.

However, the speed of the Slaanesh is completely different from that of the Nurgle demons.

The keeper of secrets slipped through the gap between the two like an elongated shadow.

With a flick of the spear, the first guard was struck in the breastplate and sent flying, crashing into the edge of the tactical platform.

The second guard had just raised his Storm Shield when it was slapped away from the side by the Great Demon's claws, and the shield generator emitted a sharp alarm.

It enjoys the process of breaking through the defenses.

The ordinary officers on the bridge were pulled to the rear by the foundational forces and fleet escorts.

Low-level demons also flooded into the evacuation passage.

The entire bridge was engulfed in close combat.

The Ultramarines' guards, covered in blood, sealed the breach.

But the keeper's only target is Calgar.

It suddenly accelerated.

In that instant, even the Ultra Warrior's automatic senses were a beat slow.

It cut in from the side, and the spear thrust out.

Calga blocked with his ultimate double punches.

The first attack was parried.

The second blow, however, seemed to appear out of nowhere from another angle, piercing the gap in his breastplate.

Calgare took a half step back, his shoulder armor smashing a secondary tactical station.

The third blow followed immediately.

The spear pierced the front of the Terminator armor.

Pfft!!!

The demonic spear pierced Calgar's armor.

The Ultramarines inside the bridge roared in unison.

The keeper's smile deepened.

"That's right."

"Let me see what the heart of a so-called imperial hero sounds like when it beats."

The spearhead continued to push inward.

Calga gripped the spear shaft tightly with both fists, causing the Terminator Armor's power system to roar in overload.

But the power and speed of the Keeper of the Secret are terrifying.

It constantly twists the spear shaft, directing the spear tip to search for the most fatal gaps inside the armor.

It's only a short distance from the heart.

Calga gritted his teeth.

This wasn't the first time he had come close to death.

Those who know him well know that he has a close relationship with the intensive care unit.

Just as the spear tip was about to pierce his heart, the air behind Calga stirred slightly.

A figure appeared.

Lawson grabbed the Keeper's spear.

The spear shaft stopped.

The keeper's smiling face stiffened slightly.

"you……"

A miniature black hole was placed directly over its head.

The world of the keeper of secrets went dark in an instant.

The light disappeared.

The sound disappeared.

The odor disappeared.

The tactile sensation is distorted.

Even its subspace tentacles, which it uses to perceive desire and pain, seem to have crashed into an incomprehensible wall.

It lost all its senses.

This is more vicious than harm to Slaanesh.

Slaanesh's existence is rooted in feelings.

Pleasure, pain, sound, color, desire, scream, taste, touch.

By covering its head with a black hole, Lawson essentially stuffed it into an iron box that completely deprived it of its senses.

The keeper struggled violently.

The spear was taken by Lawson.

Calgary took a step back; the wound on his breastplate was still smoking.

The next instant, Lawson raised his hand and tore apart the static force field.

The Guardian's massive body was dragged inside.

It was still struggling.

Once inside a static force field, everything comes to a standstill.

Its claws were suspended in mid-air.

The tail solidified.

The muscles are tense.

The lingering purple light from the spear tip remained suspended in mid-air.

The great demon Slaanesh has been sealed away.

Calga looked at the empty space in front of him and took a deep breath.

He didn't know where that great demon had gone.

But he was certain that he had been captured by the Lord of the Seal.

That's a keeper of secrets.

Slaanesh the Great Demon.

In a normal imperial battlefield, the appearance of a Keeper of Secrets is enough to plunge an entire legion into disaster.

Now it has been seized by Lawson like a rare specimen.

Calga glanced down at the pierced armor on his chest, then saluted Lawson.

"Thank you, Master of the Seal."

Lawson waved his hand.

But I mentally muttered a complaint.

If I don't come, you'll be in the ICU again. I still need you to do the work.

Lawson turned to look at the subspace rift in the bridge.

Low-ranking demons are still emerging.

Alarms were also sounded on other major warships.

The bridges of more than a dozen core warships were attacked by demons, and some of them have already experienced a loss of command.

Three thousand shadow blades silently unfolded behind him.

Inside the bridge, everyone felt a chill in the air.

The next instant, the Shadow Blade vanished.

They didn't just fly on the Victory Laureate.

Using static anchor points and swarm network marking, Shadowblades were deployed in batches by Lawson to the bridges, communications rooms, fire control main control rooms, and command corridors of the attacked warships.

On the first cruiser, a group of Slaanesh demons were tearing apart the naval officers' guards.

The shadow blade emerged from the static fissure and skimmed across the ground.

The demon's legs, waist, throat, and head were severed simultaneously.

On the second warship, a smaller Slaanesh demon was trying to crawl into the fire control mainframe.

The shadow blade pierced through the back of its head, and the imperial golden fire adhered to the blade's edge, burning away any trace of its soul.

On the third heavy cruiser, the Demon's Rift is widening.

A dozen or so shadow blades formed a metal ring, cutting at high speed along the edge of the crack, forcefully shattering the rune nodes around the crack.

The crack, like a frightened wound, actively contracts.