Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"With the ashes of Caliban."

"Let them be buried here."

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Flying Bear Motorcycle's Shattering Spike missile, trailing a fiery tail, slammed into the Black Legion Terminator.

Deathwing's Stormshield collided with the Fallen Angel's Power Sword.

The Void Claws' control altar glows a dangerous red light between two conflicts.

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Chapter 205 Ultimate Weapon: Void Claw Acquired

The main control hall of the watchtower was torn into two battlefields after the first round of impacts.

On the left are dark angels and fallen angels.

On the right are Xiong Wei and the Black Legion.

The two killing intents collided, even causing a brief disruption to the gravity field of the Void Claw, which was not yet fully awake.

The sand suspended above the hall suddenly scattered, like a torrential rain suppressed in mid-air. The next moment, the ancient gravity coils lit up again, and the sand grains were pulled back into their respective orbits, slowly rotating around the main control altar.

The formation did not break down the moment the Dark Angels rushed into the hall.

Deathwing, the Terminator, led the charge, his Storm Shield and Power Fist forming a mobile iron wall. The Inquisitor stood in the center, his black scepter adorned with tattered scripture. Tactical squads deployed from the flanks, plasma guns, bomb guns, and chainswords in position.

They are not here to negotiate.

The sword is already pointed at the enemy's throat.

The fallen angels react just as quickly.

These men were once soldiers of the First Legion.

Even after ten thousand years, even if their positions are shattered, even if they are molded into a different shape by hatred and shadows, their fighting spirit remains the same as that of the Dark Angels.

The fallen angel quickly occupied the gravity-stabilizing pillar on the left side of the hall.

Two veterans used explosive pistols to block the main passage, while three others cut into the blind spot between the pillars. The Fallen Angel Champion beside Seraphim raised his power sword and charged straight at an interrogating priest.

Both sides opened fire simultaneously.

Bombs crisscrossed in mid-air.

The fragments struck the black stone ground, producing a series of crisp, cracking sounds.

The fallen angels were familiar with the rhythm of the First Legion, as well as the pace and habits of the Unforgiven.

Many bullets were not aimed at the location where the Dark Angel was at that moment.

Instead, it was aimed at the point where they would inevitably land next.

The most terrifying aspect of a battle between people of the same origin lies precisely in this.

Both sides understand each other.

They both hated each other.

A Deathwing Terminator approached with his shield raised, the shield deflecting two beams of plasma light. Behind him, a Dark Angel warrior raised his gun and fired in short bursts, preparing to suppress a Fallen Angel veteran on his flank.

The veteran stepped half a step ahead and vaulted into the shadow of the pillar.

The bomb hit the spot where he had just been, blasting up a cloud of black rock fragments.

He sneered.

"It's the same old story; you all always think you're the hunters."

The Dark Angel Warrior did not answer.

Reload and advance.

Fire again.

Three shots in quick succession.

The fallen angel grunted, and sparks flew from the edge of his breastplate. He then tossed a fragmentation grenade with his backhand.

The grenade did not roll towards the Dark Angel's feet.

Instead, it crashed into the outer shell of the gravity-stabilized column above.

boom!

The fragments bounced off the curved surface and exploded at an angle toward the side of the Dark Angel's helmet.

The dark angel tilted his head to avoid the fatal angle, but his helmet was still scratched with a deep gash.

The fallen angel smiled.

"Have you forgotten the bounce lessons from the Caliban's underground training grounds?"

The Dark Angel responded in a low voice.

"Traitors have no right to mention the Caliban."

He drew his chainsaw and charged straight into close combat.

Elsewhere, the interrogating priest and the fallen angel champion have already clashed.

The black scepter and the power sword collided, their energy fields tearing each other apart.

The interrogating priest's voice came through the mask, like a judgment coming from a grave.

“Say your name.”

The Fallen Angel Champion's sword sliced ​​through his shoulder armor, his voice hoarse.

"You've been chasing me for ten thousand years, and you don't even dare to put my name in the records?"

The interrogating pastor took half a step forward.

“Say your name.”

"Let the dogs of the Stone Monastery lick their old wounds again?"

The scepter slammed down.

The power sword was deflected, and the Fallen Angel Champion took a half step back. His shoulder armor slammed into the gravity-stabilizing pillar, shaking off several pieces of ancient black paint.

The interrogating pastor approached.

"Repent."

The fallen angel champion coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You must first learn to confess your sins."

He rushed forward again.

The two men's movements were almost identical.

Sword step, turn, shoulder strike.

A short-range explosive pistol follow-up shot.

The interrogation of the pastor was more like a tightening torture device. Every blow forced the opponent to stop, confess, and kneel.

The fallen angel champion is like a wild beast that bites even when cornered.

He didn't seek complete suppression, but only that each collision would leave a wound.

Ten thousand years of hatred were burned hot in the sound of metal clashing.

The battle on the other side, however, was much simpler.

After Xiong Da led the Flying Bear Team into the hall, the Black Legion Terminator immediately turned around.

Abaddon's lieutenant, Margras, immediately made a judgment.

The battle between the dark angels and the fallen angels has spiraled out of control.

The Void Claws activation is not yet complete, and the Black Legion must defend the control altar and at least seize the activation privileges.

He did not underestimate Xiong Wei.

He had heard intelligence about Agrippina.

Having heard of it is one thing.

Seeing it with your own eyes is another matter entirely.

Xiong Wei's first strike shattered the Black Legion's tactical formation.

It's impossible for all 500 Flying Bear motorcycles to rush into the main control room.

Only Xiong Da and the first two teams of Xiong Wei actually entered the core area.

The remaining Flying Bears deployed in the outer corridor, upper platform, and areas of the breached doorways, blocking the Black Legion's retreat route and preventing any Chaos reinforcements from the outer layer.

Not many Xiong Wei rushed into the hall.

Twenty-seven.

But these twenty-seven sixth-tier bear guards were enough to turn an elite squad of the Black Legion into scrap metal.

After the first bear guard landed, the tower shield swept across.

Just as a Black Legion Terminator raised his heavy explosive grenades, he was struck in the chest by the edge of a shield.

Terminator Armor's chest armor collapsed inward, sparks flew from its power pack, and its body flew out like a heavy iron ingot, breaking the spines of two Dark Mechanic servants.

The second bear guard fired.

A flash of white light appeared as the shoulder-mounted hot melt gun was used.

The Black Legion Terminator's Storm Shield was burned through, melting into red-hot metal along with the shield-wielding arm.

The third Xiong Wei charged directly into the enemy ranks.

The power hammer strikes downwards.

A Chaos champion raised his chain punch to block.