Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Take 500 Flying Bear motorcycles and launch a surprise attack on the sandstorm vortex."

Xiong Da's spirits lifted.

"Enter the storm?"

"Correct."

"I like."

"Don't like it too early."

Lawson continued to issue orders.

"I will give you the storm channel model."

“Follow the three low-pressure gravitational gaps and follow the bee colony's markings.”

"Don't try to fight against the turbulence in the center."

"That's not ordinary sand and dust; it's gravitational disturbance leaked from the Void Claw. No matter how heavy your car is, if it gets caught in it, it will turn into a bloody lump of metal."

Big Bear touched his helmet.

"That sounds exciting."

"Being powerful doesn't mean you can just crash into things blindly."

"Understood, Boss."

Lawson retrieved the Dark Angel's current coordinates.

"Dark Angels are located on the outer edge of the sandstorm."

"They are chasing fallen angels."

Xiong Da grinned.

"Those same green canned food again?"

"Find them and tell them how to get into the inner ring."

"Your objective is to storm the fortress and prevent Abaddon's men from taking over Voidclaw."

"Let the Dark Angels catch whomever they want first."

Big Bear asked, "What if they block our way?"

Lawson paused for a moment.

"Warning once."

"If you keep blocking, just smash through."

The bear's wide grin became even more pronounced.

Who's responsible if someone gets hit and killed?

"They were just unlucky," Lawson said calmly.

"understood!"

After the order was given, the Flying Bear Team immediately sprang into action.

Within the mobile preparation area, five hundred Flying Bear heavy anti-gravity motorcycles were towed out of the static storage compartment, maintenance platform, and armored warehouse.

One after another, the 15-meter-long vehicles were started.

The anti-gravity engine growled.

The three shield generators lit up one by one.

The gold horns gleamed coldly under the lights.

Shoulder-mounted heavy artillery, thermal pyrotechnic racks, boundary-breaking missiles, shield-piercing munitions, and close-range clearing firepower were all loaded.

Xiong Wei, the driver, straddled the motorcycle.

These five-meter-tall behemoths sit atop flying bears, creating a scene that is both absurd and ferocious.

Ordinary Astartes motorcycles look like toys to them.

Their vehicles were heavy enough to smash green tanks into scrap metal.

The Flying Bears take off.

Five hundred heavy anti-gravity motorcycles burst from the motor platform, their dark blue exhaust streaking across the gray-black sky above the warning star.

They rushed straight into the sandstorm vortex.

As they drew closer, the sky quickly darkened.

Ahead appeared a wall of sand and dust that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

Like a rotating continent.

Sand grains formed dark brown vortices at high altitudes, and static electricity and gravitational distortions constantly flashed at the edge of the storm.

Several abandoned tank wrecks, caught in the storm for years, are still spinning at high speed in the outer orbit of the storm, occasionally colliding and breaking into new metal rain.

The bird divination device emitted a piercing alarm.

The gravity readings are fluctuating wildly.

The shield of the Flying Bear motorcycle crackled and popped as it was struck by the gravel.

Looking at the three low-pressure gravitational gaps projected by the swarm's thinking, Xiong Da raised his hand and pressed the communication button on the side of his helmet.

"The whole team stays in lane."

"Whoever falls behind, climb out on their own."

A low, somber response came from the channel.

"Yes!"

Five hundred Flying Bear tanks adjusted their formation.

They cut in along the turbulent outer ring, following the path provided by Lawson.

On the other side of the storm's edge, the Dark Angels forces are gathering.

Their armor was worn by sand and dust, and their cloaks fluttered in the wind.

Several interrogating priests stood at the forefront, their eyes fixed on the depths of the storm.

They know what's inside.

Or rather, they believed there was something inside that they had to grasp.

But the sandstorm vortex blocked their path.

They attempted to reconnoiter the servo skull.

Completely shattered.

We tried using exploratory drones.

After being caught in the storm, the signal seemed to have been bitten off by something.

They also tried to get close using armored vehicles.

As soon as a Rhino entered the outer ring road, it was overturned by the gravitational turbulence. The vehicle body was twisted as if by an invisible giant hand, and the tracks, side armor, and crew compartment were all twisted into scrap metal.

The dark angel still refused to leave.

Just as they were preparing to advance again, a roar came from the sky.

Five hundred Flying Bear motorcycles rolled in from the edge of the sandstorm.

The Dark Angel immediately raised his gun.

Deathwing Terminator took a half step forward, the inquisitor's fingers pressed against the patterns on the scepter, and several Dark Angel motorcycle riders adjusted their vehicles, ready to intercept at any moment.

Big Bear stopped at the very front.

A 60-ton heavy motorcycle hovered in mid-air, its shield shimmering with light patterns as sand particles struck it.

Xiong Da looked down at the dark angel below.

"The Lord of the Seal has a message for you."

The Dark Angels commander said coldly, "This area will be handled by the First Legion."

Xiong Da picked at his ear.

Of course, you can't reach anything through the helmet.

But the gestures were very sarcastic.

"The First Legion?"

"All I heard was a group of people dumping their friendly forces in a pile of green-skinned soldiers and then running to the wind to blow sand."

Within the Dark Angels formation, the muzzles of several bomb guns were raised an inch.

The interrogating pastor's voice sounded like it was being scraped from a grave.

"Take back your words, giant."

The bear grinned widely.

"I'm five meters tall, I'm not responsible for bringing it back."

After he finished speaking, he immediately sent over a model of a sandstorm channel.

There are three ways to get in.

"Don't go into the red zone, or you'll be twisted into canned scum by the storm."

The Dark Angel Commander's expression finally changed.

He stared at the model.

The three low-pressure gravity gaps, the periodic gravity roll-up, the inner ring security window, and the outer outline of the guard bunker were all clearly marked on the tactical projection.

How did you know?

Xiong Da glanced at him.