Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Several thin, living metal wires wrapped around the access key, and a small area of ​​Imperial Gold Flame lit up.

The key emitted a piercing scream.

It was as if some hidden subspace whisper was being scalded to death.

The T-series captain inserted the purified access key into a control slot, while simultaneously extending more than a dozen data cables to connect to the Void Claw core shrine.

The ancient system immediately rebelled.

The control logic of the watchtower is extremely complex.

It comes from the dark ages of technology, has been modified by fallen angels over a long period of time, and has just been temporarily granted chaotic authorization by the Black Legion.

The three layers are intertwined, like a knotted steel wire.

T-series assassins do not pray.

There was no attempt to appease the machine's spirit.

The swarm's computing power was immediately poured in, and it began to violently dismantle the system.

The core of the Void Claw emitted a deep hum, and the gravitational field fluctuated briefly.

The sand particles suspended above the hall rose and fell intermittently.

Several fallen wreckages of machine servants were lifted half an inch by an invisible force, then slammed back heavily to the ground.

Xiong Da couldn't understand the data scrolling wildly on the screen.

He glanced at the T-Series captain.

"Can you handle it?"

The captain of the T-series answered.

"It will take time."

"how long?"

"Complete control of the Void Claw is impossible at a given time. This system is extremely dangerous."

Big Bear nodded.

"Row."

"Anyway, don't blow this thing up."

The T-series captain turned and glanced at him.

"The risk depends on the intensity of external combat interference."

Xiong Da understood.

"It means, don't let anyone touch you."

"correct."

Xiong Da turned around and looked at the other side of the hall.

There, the dark angels and fallen angels are still fighting.

And they fought very fiercely.

The left half of the Void Claws control hall had been completely destroyed by them.

Deathwing Terminator and Fallen Angel veterans clashed between the gravity-stabilizing pillars. Bombs struck the black stone walls, scattering sharp fragments.

The interrogating priest continued to pursue the fallen angel champion, each clash of the scepter and the power sword sounding like the tolling of a broken bell.

Seraphim is in a standoff with a Dark Angels think tank.

Two opposing yet mutually exclusive streams of spiritual energy tangled together in mid-air.

Their battle wasn't as violent as Xiong Wei's, but it was far more dangerous.

A single glance.

One syllable.

An old name.

They can all become lethal moves.

Dark Angel Think Tank said coldly:

"You still dare to call yourselves the First Legion?"

Seraphim laughed.

"The First Legion has never belonged to you."

“You’re just stuffing secrets into your armor and pretending you’re still loyal.”

The psionic flames of the Dark Angels' think tank suddenly pressed down.

"Shut up."

Are you afraid I'll say something?

Seraphim's staff struck the ground.

A ring of dark psionic energy spread out, blocking the flames of judgment.

"Are you afraid that when the Caliban were destroyed, you might not have been any cleaner than us?"

These words pierced the ranks of the Dark Angels like a knife.

The actions of several unforgivable individuals faltered for a moment.

The fallen angels seized the opportunity to retaliate.

A fallen angel veteran rammed Deathwing's shield with his shoulder armor, and fired his explosive pistol close to the side of the enemy's helmet.

Another fallen angel flipped out from behind the gravity-stabilizing pillar, his power sword slashing towards the knees of the Dark Angel tactical squad.

Blood and sparks flew at the same time.

Xiong Da frowned as he looked at him.

He didn't understand the First Legion's long-standing mess.

I have no interest in understanding it.

All he knew was that the Void Claws were now under the control of the War Court.

Meanwhile, these green-canned and old-green-canned workers were still hacking and slashing in the control room.

What if the equipment is damaged?

Bear Big, carrying the power hammer, strode towards the edge of the battlefield.

"Hey!"

His voice drowned out the sound of the grenades.

Do you need any help?

The Dark Angel Commander forced the Fallen Angel back with a single sword strike, without even turning his head.

"unnecessary."

Xiong Da squinted.

"Really not going to?"

The interrogating pastor smashed the fallen angel champion with his scepter, his voice cold and hard.

"This is our judgment."

Big Bear got impatient.

"Row."

"Then go outside and fight."

"This place has been taken over by the Nachmond Wartime Command."

This sentence caused both sides to pause for a moment.

The Dark Angel didn't expect him to say that.

The fallen angel had no idea.

An old fallen angel turned to look at Xiong Da, his eyes blazing with anger.

Who do you think you are?

"The fortress is not your toy."

Xiong Da glanced at him.

"That's it now."

The fallen angel was utterly enraged.

He abandoned the Dark Angel in front of him and charged fiercely at Xiong Da.

The power sword slashed at Xiong Da's waist armor from the side, the angle of the blade expertly aimed at the joint of the armor.

Xiong Da didn't even bother to lift the hammer.

He kicked out.

boom!

The fallen angel statue was struck head-on by Leman Rustank, flying horizontally through half of the rubble and crashing into a pile of broken black stone support beams.

Dust settled.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Xiong Da withdrew his foot, looked down at the still panting Dark Angel and Fallen Angel, and grinned.

"Is every internal conflict within your First Legion this weak?"

Within the Dark Angels formation, several gun barrels slowly turned towards Xiong Da.

On the fallen angels' side, veterans also had their fingers on the trigger.