Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Attack from three fronts simultaneously.

The movements have a dance-like rhythm.

Lawson turned to the side, raised his elbow to block the claw blade, lifted his knee to press down on the tail whip, and grabbed the wrist that was stabbing towards his throat with his other hand.

boom!

The Keeper's wrist was grabbed, but he used the force to spin around, his entire body flipping over against Lawson's shoulder. His other arm drew an arc in the air, and thin bone spikes shot out from his fingertips, aiming straight for the back of Lawson's head.

Lawson released his grip and took a half-step back.

The bone spurs grazed past the helmet.

The Keeper of Secrets had already turned around when he landed, and with a push of his legs, he pounced again.

Lawson did not use any psionic powers.

They only rely on their physical strength, combat experience, and sixth-order neural reflexes to cope.

The Keeper of Secrets is a tough opponent.

It's not simply fast.

Every step it takes is manipulative.

A kick can turn into a knee strike halfway through.

A claw strike can easily turn into a hug.

A retreat will trigger a counter-attack from the tail.

Its body is like it has no fixed skeleton; it can exert force from any angle, any joint can bend backward, and any seemingly unbalanced posture can become the starting point for the next attack.

Even more troublesome is sensory interference.

Each time it gets close, a different scent appears in the air.

Like the rain in old memories.

A quiet room behind the battlefield.

Those smells are not simply hallucinations.

They attempt to bypass reason and touch upon associations deep within the nerves.

Sometimes, its voice would suddenly sound from behind Lawson.

Sometimes, its silhouette appears as three distinct parts in the field of vision.

Sometimes, even when its claws are clearly coming from the right, the skin feels a stinging sensation on the left side first.

This is Slaanesh.

It turns the battle into a sensory chaos.

Ordinary soldiers would quickly lose their way in the face of it.

Lawson's divine entropy-reversal kept his consciousness clear at all times.

Even without resorting to more sophisticated methods, suppressing the keeper of secrets wouldn't be so easy for him.

boom!

The Keeper of the Secrets kicked Lawson's breastplate.

Lawson took two steps back.

It pounced, its four arms raining down like rain.

Lawson used his elbows, knees, fists, and shoulders to block in succession.

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the test field.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

The Keeper of Secrets suddenly moved closer, his lips almost touching Lawson's helmet.

"Your heartbeat is so steady, it's really annoying."

Lawson punched it in the face.

The Keeper tilted his head back, but his body moved behind Lawson, following the force of the punch, and his claws drew sparks from Lawson's back armor.

Its laughter was even louder.

"Is this all the human who angered the gods is capable of?"

It pounced again.

The two vehicles collided in the center of the test track.

Lawson punched it in the shoulder, causing the Keeper's shoulder bone to cave in, but then grabbed Lawson's wrist with his other hand, hanging upside down and slamming his knee into the helmet.

Lawson tilted his head, grabbed its side, and slammed it to the ground.

Before landing, the Keeper twisted its back like a slippery snake, slipping out of Lawson's grasp and striking Lawson's side with its tail.

boom!

Lawson moved half a step to the side.

On the observation platform, Er Gou frowned as he watched.

"This thing is as slippery as an oil worm."

San Gou said, "The BOSS is practicing. He didn't use swarm calculation to suppress it, otherwise this thing would have been dismantled."

The keeper of the secret also sensed it.

It attacked while simultaneously probing.

It quickly confirmed Lawson's limitation: he was fighting himself in pure melee combat.

The keeper's anger subsided somewhat, but his arrogance returned.

It suddenly created distance, and a pinkish-purple halo unfolded behind it.

Whispers filled the testing ground.

Those whispers sounded like hundreds or thousands of voices rubbing against my ears.

"Kneel down."

"open."

"enjoy."

"admit."

"Pain is beautiful."

"You want more."

Lawson's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, were clear and lucid.

He took a step forward.

The keeper laughed, "Can't you hear me?"

"Still afraid to listen?"

Lawson rushed up to it and threw a punch.

The Keeper of Secrets parried with its claws, its four arms wrapping around Lawson at the same time, trying to lock him into its embrace.

Its chest gem lit up, and the soul faces sealed within the gem began to scream.

The mental shock penetrated Lawson's consciousness through the close contact.

Lawson's shoulder sank, and he slammed his helmet directly into its face.

boom!

The keeper of secrets suffered a broken nose and leaned backward.

"what……"

It let out an angry roar.

Lawson seized the opportunity and punched it in the abdomen.

The keeper of secrets arched his body and was sent flying backward by the blow.

After landing, it finally suppressed some of its smile.

The gems on his body sparkled, and his cracked nasal bone quickly healed.

It stared at Lawson, its voice turning cold.

"You are indeed interesting."

"But that's all."

It raised its four arms, and purple psionic energy and the blessing of Slaanesh gathered in its palms.

Dozens of slender whip shadows emerged from the void, like a circle of barbed threads, wrapping around Lawson.

Lawson dodges, blocks, and dismantles.

After the whip breaks, it turns into fragrant mist, which then re-condenses on the other side.

The keeper seized the opportunity to move among them and launch a series of attacks.

The claw blade sliced ​​open Lawson's shoulder armor.

The tail spike grazed the side of the waist.

A palm strike sent Lawson staggering backward.

The Keeper of Secrets is moving faster and faster.

It began to adapt to Lawson's current fighting rhythm.

Finally, after an exchange, its claws gripped the gap in Lawson's breastplate, while its other hand stabbed at the helmet's visor.

Lawson raised his arm to block it.

The keeper of secrecy leaned closer, his voice mocking.