Warhammer: Empire Reboot

It's even crazier than before.

More hybrids emerged from the burrow.

The pure-blooded gene stealers have finally made their move.

They resembled dark purple lightning bolts, swooping down from the walls and ceiling.

The punished person opened fire.

The psionicist unleashes flames.

The Chaos Warrior wields his chainsaw sword.

But there are too many enemies.

The punished faction was forced to retreat again and again.

Many Chaos Space Marines were overwhelmed by claws, guns, explosive spears, and deformed bodies.

The Lord of Midnight saw his allies struggling in battle, yet showed no intention of offering any assistance.

"withdraw."

The champion gave the order.

The remaining midnight lords quickly withdrew from the main battlefield of the lower nest and retreated to the outer layer along a maintenance passage that had just been skinned and interrogated.

They withdrew very skillfully.

Close the door, lay the ground.

They left a few "civilians" who were pinned down as targets for misdirection.

They even placed terrifying markers at key intersections in an attempt to slow down the pursuers.

They shook off some of the gene-stealer hybrids, passed through an abandoned magnetic rail tunnel, and finally arrived at an elevator shaft leading to the edge of the Middle Nest.

The Midnight Lord Champion looked up and saw a faint light above.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Alien nest".

"Damn teleportation error."

A soldier whispered, "We need to re-establish contact with the fleet."

"Let's get out of here first."

The champion had just stepped out of the elevator shaft.

He stopped.

A group of people in gray-black armor emerged from the shadows.

The gun barrels were already raised.

The Midnight Lord has just withdrawn from the Genestealer's lair.

But instead, he ran headlong into another net.

The first bomb disposal rifles in the combat sequence fired simultaneously.

boom!

The elevator shaft exit was engulfed in flames.

The Midnight Lord Champion rolled sideways, a piece of his shoulder armor blasted open by the explosive. Before he could regain his footing, the magnetic rails beneath his feet were remotely detonated, the shattered steel rails bouncing up like blades and slicing into his leg armor joints.

A midnight lord attempts to leap onto the wall.

But a live metal net fell from above.

The wire wrapped around his backpack nozzle, elbows, and the back of his knees, then tightened sharply, pulling him back to the ground.

Three combat warriors rushed forward, their power axes falling simultaneously.

Midnight Lord Champion Roar.

"The Empire's dogs!"

He swung his hooked chain blade, leaving a trail of bloody afterimages.

A suicide soldier was struck in the breastplate by a chain blade; the terracotta armor and the living metal shattered simultaneously, and the man was thrown into the wall.

But the next second, more assassins filled the gap.

The Midnight Lord's forte of psychological warfare seemed to have struck cold steel against these creatures.

These gray-black warriors are more like a group of killing algorithms clad in humanoid armor.

Below the elevator shaft, the roars of the gene stealers grew ever closer.

The battle formation is ahead.

Behind him is a commoner prince.

The Midnight Lord was caught in the middle.

The champion glanced at the communication channel.

It's all noise.

Lawson had already sealed off the signal leakage in this area using the cornerstone sequence.

Midnight Lord Champion suddenly realized something.

They were put into cages the moment they landed.

The plan is to let them fight the gene stealers, deplete the mutants in the underground nest, and then have the battle sequence block the exit and harvest the remaining remnants.

He gritted his teeth.

"Charge back down!"

The soldier beside him was taken aback.

"Go down?"

"The top is a trap, but at least there's a path below!"

Before he could finish speaking, a scream from the depths of the elevator shaft came from the pureblood gene stealer.

In the darkness, a four-armed monster crawled up the well wall.

Its claws sparked as they scraped against the metal wall.

Midnight Lord Champion raised his bomb gun.

"Then let's fight our way out!"

Gunfire illuminated the elevator shaft.

Midnight Lords, battle sequences, and gene stealers clashed at the narrow exit.

This is exactly what Lawson wanted.

……

Within the wartime command center of Saint Harbor, dozens of battle zones appeared on the star map.

The Black Legion's landing forces crashed into the various war zones, while traitorous and loyal Titans clashed across the wasteland through dust storms. Each plasma burst burned a brief ring of white light into the distant clouds.

The green-skinned man was even more excited.

Taking advantage of the arrival of the new enemy, they ran rampant across the wasteland like mad dogs, their exhaust pipes spewing black smoke, their iron teeth smashing through broken walls, their roars mingling with the explosions of crude rockets, turning the entire Motwald wasteland into a complete mess.

Underground, the Commoner Prince Cult howled deep within Renkuchaodu.

On the surface, the black stone crowns erected by the Word Bearers were forcibly shattered by the battle sequence.

Ren Kuxia's nest, the midnight lord, the punished, and the commoner prince tear each other apart.

Abaddon's teleportation did not completely fail.

A significant portion of the Black Legion's troops still fell into the designated area.

However, those who were induced to deviate were enough to disrupt the rhythm of the entire first wave of internal raids.

Lawson looked at the star map, passing over several points of chaotic battle.

"Don't rush to clear the area."

"Let the green-skinned scoundrels and cunning chickens bite for a while longer."

"Combat sequence seals the exit, cornerstone sequence cuts communication, T-series suicide soldiers record enemy transmission waveforms."

“The psionic spectrum of the Punished Ones and the escape route of the Midnight Lords are all marked out.”

A cornerstone sequence member reports:

"The Punished Warriors of the Barren Land Nest are approaching the outer creation pool of the Venerable Father Worm Dragon. Should we intervene immediately?"

Lawson stared at that area.

"Do not."

"Let them fight their way in a bit further."

"The commoner prince is hiding too well; it's too much trouble for us to dig him out."

“Let the followers of Tzeentch love to see the truth, so let them light our way.”

The warning star is burning.

All eyes were drawn to the main battlefield.

That's why the mechanical repairman was able to move.

The old Gear Council has been dissolved by Lawson.

The Council of Aquilaria was also replaced by the Nachmond Wartime Guardian.

In the past, priests of the Eighth Underworld were prohibited from entering many places due to aristocratic legitimacy, governor's special permission, the boundaries of the state church sanctuary, old defense agreements, and factional disputes within the Mechanicus.

Today, the Wartime Control Court has reshuffled most of its powers.

Many underground areas that originally required seventy-six seals, nine debates, and three hundred years of wrangling to open can now be opened with just a friar's army, a wartime maintenance pretext, and the phrase "the Empire needs it."