Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The anti-gravity boots and the sixth-order physical body unleashed a short-range dash.

He stomped on the black stone ground until it cracked.

A five-meter-tall, heavily armored giant crashed into the left side of the battlefield.

The dark angel and the fallen angel were both forced to step back.

Seraphim had just turned around when Big Bear's power hammer came crashing down.

He used his cane to block.

boom!

The psionic shield exploded.

Seraphim was sent flying backward by the impact, crashing into a gravity-stabilized pillar, the surface of which glowed with a dangerous red light.

The Dark Angels immediately raised their staffs to suppress the dissipating energy.

"Don't damage the stabilizing pillar!"

Xiong Da turned around and roared, "Then tell him to stop farting!"

The Dark Angels Think Tank was momentarily speechless.

Seraphim got up from the ground, his hood torn open, revealing half of his pale face covered with old wounds.

He stared at Xiong Da.

"You don't understand this place."

"You don't understand Caliban."

"You don't understand what we've lost."

Xiong Da dragged the power hammer toward him.

The hammerhead drew a line of fire across the ground.

"I only know one thing."

"The boss said this thing can't be fired."

"So it can't fire."

Seraphim's eyes held a mixture of anger and contempt.

"A beast driven by commands."

Big Bear nodded.

"Correct."

"I am."

He grinned.

"But you can't even beat an animal."

Seraphim's face darkened completely.

Dark psionic energy coalesced behind him into a phantom resembling an old forest, with withered trees, rubble, and a burning Caliban sky, like a torn piece of memory pressing down on Xiong Da.

Many people in the Dark Angels formation held their breath for a moment.

That was the shadow of Caliban's destruction.

For the First Legion, that was no ordinary illusion.

That's a wound.

It's a secret.

It's a brand.

But Xiong Da didn't react at all.

He couldn't even be bothered to identify what those phantoms were.

There was only one target marker in his helmet's field of vision.

Seraphim.

So he continued walking forward despite the illusion.

The phantom of the withered tree collided with his golden fire amulet, burning through it like a piece of paper.

Seraphim was taken aback for the first time.

"you……"

Big Bear swings his hammer.

"Fancy and over-the-top!"

The power hammer sweeps across.

Seraphim was forced to dodge, and half of his robe was torn to shreds by the hammer's wind.

At the same time, the voice of the T-series captain rang out.

"Residual remote startup command cut-off".

"Voidclaw high-power wake-up failed."

Current status: Standby.

"Next step: Take over the stabilizer house."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Da finally grinned.

"it is good."

He looked at Seraphim, then at the Dark Angel.

"Now, you can proceed with the trial at your leisure."

Lawson used swarm intelligence to analyze the data transmitted from the fortress.

[Voidclaw Outer Security Protocol: Takeover complete.]

[Residual Fallen Angel privileges: Suppressing.]

[Black Legion Contamination Authorization: In Progress.]

[Core launch permissions: Not fully granted.]

[Low-power gravity traction mode: Worth trying.]

This is enough.

At least, Abaddon's plan to use the Void Claw to create a miniature black hole and tear apart the Vigilant Star's low-orbit defenses was stalled at the very first step.

Lawson raised his hand and marked the watchtower as a top-level strategic asset.

In the next instant, the combat sequence and the foundation sequence were deployed in batches through the stasis field.

The gray-black armored combat units occupied positions near the fortress passage, fire platform, outer hangar, and gravity stabilizing anchor.

The foundational sequence, carrying engineering equipment, automated turrets, identification gates, jammers, and temporary communication nodes, began transforming the Fortress from a secret lair long occupied by fallen angels into a military node directly under the Nakmonde Vigilant Wartime Overlord.

The dark angels and fallen angels are still fighting.

They attacked from the main control hall to the outer corridor, and then from the outer corridor to the No. 2 support tower.

The techniques, footwork, firepower switching, and even short-range tactical cover methods of both sides all bear the imprint of the First Legion.

Dark angels are like a group of hunters burdened with ironclad laws.

They tightened their lines, gradually suppressing their target, not rushing to kill, but prioritizing capturing them alive.

Fallen angels are like old wolves cornered in a dead end.

Take a bite, that's one bite.

Both sides kept talking.

Each swing of the inquisitive pastor's staff was accompanied by a deep, interrogative tone.

The fallen angels' response was even sharper.

Xiong Da got a headache listening to this.

Until one of the fallen angels, during the retreat, went the wrong way and tried to pass by the T-series assassins.

Xiong Da kicked him into the wall.

boom!

The fallen angel crashed through half of the black stone railing and got stuck in a crack in the wall, unable to pull himself out for a long time.

The main control room fell silent for a brief moment.

Bear Big, carrying the power hammer, said irritably:

"Anyone who moves closer to the control panel will be considered to be trying to steal something."

"Don't blame me for not distinguishing between new and old green when the time comes."

The Dark Angel remained silent.

On the fallen angels' side, someone muttered an ancient Caliban phrase.

Big Bear couldn't understand.

But it didn't sound like a compliment.

Seraphim, the leader of the fallen angels, finally saw the situation clearly.

If the fighting continues, the fallen angels will be trapped in the fortress by the dark angels and Lawson's men.

Seraphim raised his staff.

The crystal at the tip of the staff suddenly cracked.

Grayish-black smoke billowed from the shattered crystal, quickly engulfing half the hall.

The smoke contained psionic disturbances, metallic dust, and some substance that interfered with the oracles. The Dark Angel's helmet display flickered simultaneously, red specks filling the field of vision.